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yukiwrites · 3 years

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New Years Bonding

Thanks for the support as always, @breeachuu! Here’s to Pashmina’s second appearance filled with sin! `v´)!

Summary: Kaden and Selkie team up to ask Pashmina for a family outing on New Years to enjoy a human tradition of visiting a temple, though once the little kit is asleep, it’s time for the big foxes to play...

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Although the Kitsune Hamlet had always prized itself from always being well hidden from other races -- especially humans -- with the passing of the years following the end of the war, the peaceful atmosphere made it so that the kitsunes could be seen much more frequently in human lands. Especially so in Hoshido, since the Hamlet and the Kingdom’s capital were relatively close.

Of course, the Hamlet itself was still very much hidden from human’s prying eyes, but the same couldn’t be said about its inhabitants. It was to a point that seeing a kitsune walk amongst hoshidan streets was basically a daily occurrence.

Pashmina herself, now not only vice-chief in her position, but accumulating the rank of the Chief’s -- Kaden’s -- wife, had many an errand to run in Hoshido, with what the commerce picking up between their peoples. Of course, most of her time was still used in keeping the Hamlet in good shape, since the social butterfly genes of the family were only on Kaden’s side.

Selkie, their adorable fox kit toddler, inherited that social trait from Kaden as well, being an extremely outgoing little girl who enjoyed going with her father whenever he had to go down the mountain either on business or to repay favors. Whenever Selkie wasn’t tagging along with her father, she would be wandering the forest, playing pranks on oblivious humans who wandered too deep into the mountain or playing with the other kits her age.

It was astounding the amount of energy a little girl her size had, honestly.

Because of that, her days usually ended early -- since she spent all of her stamina running around during the day, Selkie was an early sleeper and riser. Yet, for the last few weeks of the year according to the human calendar, Selkie pushed herself to her limits to be able to stay awake long past her bedtime.

“See, Selkie can do it! Mommy, Mommy, pleaaaase? Please, let’s go to the festival! It’s gonna be SO much fun!” The little girl’s fluffy tail ruffled itself behind her as her ears drooped beside her face in an oh-so-characteristic puppy-eyed look that somehow was a hundred times more effective on a little fox girl instead.

… And on a grown kitsune man, as well. “Yeah, Mina, c’mon! Don’t say nooo!”

Twisting her lips as she was suddenly the villain in this scenario, Pashmina sighed. “I never said ‘no’ in the first place, so what is it with the begging? I was simply cautious since Selkie would probably fall asleep through it, is all…”

The little girl puffed her chest and cheeks, putting her hands on her hips to display her vigor. “Selkie can do it! See? It’s wayyyy past my bedtime, but I can do it if I want to!”

Indeed, it was so late the moon was almost at the center of the sky, though that so-called ‘festival’ that they wanted to go was not really one in the true sense of the word.

According to hoshidan custom, it was said that the humans would go on their first visits of the shrines dedicated to the Dawn Dragon on the night of New Years, while wearing very special kimonos so as to pray for the year’s good fortune. It only so happened that since this was a popular thing to do, there would be food and drink stalls all over the place, giving it a ‘festival’ feeling of sorts.

Actually, Kaden had been meaning to ask Pashmina to go with him to one of these much sooner in their marriage, but with her pregnancy and Selkie being too young to be able to stay up late enough (and control her instincts whenever a firework exploded so she wouldn’t be frightened), he never had the chance. Now, however, his daughter and accomplice would help him convince Pashmina to go on this family outing.

“Then that’s a ‘yes’, right?” Kaden smiled brightly, showing his fangs on the corners of his mouth.

Pashmina simply crossed her arms, knowing in her heart that she could never say ‘no’ to her husband when he brought in his puppy face, especially now with that face doubled up in their daughter. “Of course it’s a yes, you silly man.”

“Yayy!! We’re going!” Selkie started hopping, then took Kaden’s hand, “we’re going, Daddy! Yay, Yay!” She started jumping around, taking Kaden along.

“Yesss!” The kitsune pulled his daughter up, almost throwing her into the air so he could grab her in his arms and turn to his wife to place a kiss on her lips. “It’s gonna be amazing, Mina, you’ll see!”

Smiling softly, Pashmina patted Kaden’s cheek as he and their daughter laughed merrily. “It already is.”

On New Year’s Eve, Kaden showed up with three sets of kimono -- something he had gotten in return for a few favors -- so that his family could go to the festival in celebratory clothing. He spent an hour longer than usual grooming his fur, helping Selkie with hers once Pashmina had dressed the little girl in her light-colored kimono.

It was really convenient that, although human-looking, the kimonos were tailored with people with tails in mind, as there were convenient spots that would hug their tail heads, allowing for their easy movement. Pashmina’s was a two piece composed of dark hakama pants combined with red and white sleeves, and a comb decorated with an orange flower.

What struck Pashmina the most about the clothing Kaden chose for her was that the fur stole that went with it was made with a very familiar someone’s fur: It was Kaden’s. Both of their kimonos had similar designs, what with the tassels of their fur stoles or the general stamp, but the attention to the detail that her husband never ceased to show made Pashmina’s heart squeak a bit. To think that the overcoat he would use on top of his own kimono would be of a color resembling Pashmina’s hair… It was like they were wearing each other for such a special moment.

The fact that his bare chest was exposed was an additional bonus, yes, but Pashmina still worried that he might end up catching a cold since they were at the peak of winter. Though Kaden didn’t seem particularly bothered about it.

“How is it? Don’t I look dashing?” He opened both arms to expose himself, then twirled around to allow his tail to follow behind him with grace.

Pashmina bit her lower lip as she looked at her husband from head to toe -- he truly looked wonderfully dashing, to the point of making Pashmina’s cheeks flush. She felt all mushy inside, somehow compelled to stick her hands inside his clothes if only to touch that familiar abdomen with not unfamiliar impure intentions.

“Indeed, you do look… dashing.” Pashmina let out the compliment with a strangled voice, a sign that Kaden knew very well where it sprouted from. The kitsune’s ears perked up, his eyes slitting as though he was immediately ready to pounce on his wife when Selkie’s exclamation of surprise popped the lovey-dovey bubble they got into.

“Yayy! Daddy looks so pretty! How about Selkie? Daddy brushed brushed brushed till I was all sil-ky, heeheehee!” She covered her mouth with both hands, loving to bring up the origin of her name whenever she could.

Shaking off any impure thoughts, Pashmina cleared her throat. “Yes, my little kit, you look wonderful as well. How about Mommy? Aren’t I pretty like Daddy?”

“Mommy is prettiest than everyone! Daddy also said so!” Selkie threw herself on Pashmina’s arms for a tight hug before taking her mother’s hand. “Let’s go, let’s go! It’s gonna start, right?!”

“Mhmhm,” Pashmina chuckled as she booped her daughter’s nose, getting up from her crouching position. “Very well, then, shall we?” She reached her free hand to her husband, asking for his arm so he could guide them to the shrine they would visit after the moon reached the middle of the sky.

“Of course, my lovely ladies! We’ll have a blast tonight!”

The walk to the shrine was a large one -- they did live on top of the mountain, after all -- and it felt like a waste to transform to go all the way down after going through all the trouble of dolling themselves up, so the family took their time leisurely venturing out of the forest.

Selkie got used to her new garments astonishingly easily, running ahead of them quite a few times to show this or that thing she discovered along the way. They knew the clock had struck midnight once the fireworks started -- something that although they had grown used to, was still rather unpleasant to go through due to their heightened hearing -- which brightened the forest in many colors as they started to reach their destination.

Rather bothered by the exploding noise, Selkie asked for upsies so she could hide her face into her mother’s chest during the last trek out of the forest, though her pouty face and foul mood made a complete turn once they stepped into the temple’s grounds: it was absolutely bustling with people. It was a sight Selkie had never seen yet -- since their hamlet was on the small size and she only came down the mountain with Kaden during early mornings, the little girl had never seen so many people together in one place.

“Whoaaa! Look, Daddy, it’s really a festival! It is!” She started kicking her legs, wanting to go down and explore, but Pashmina’s hold on her was firmer than before.

“You might get lost if you go off on your own, Selkie. Stay here with us, okay?”

“Yeah, Selkie, c’mere to my shoulders!” Kaden snatched the little girl, sitting her on top of his shoulders so she could see from up high before she could complain about wanting to run around.

“Daddy, it’s so high up! So many people!” She bounced up and down excitedly as they mingled with the crowd. Kaden held one of Selkie’s legs with one hand, giving his free arm so pashmina could hold on t as they huddled themselves against the wave of humans.

The kitsunes had to roll their tails around their bodies so they wouldn’t be squished as they pushed through the crowd, taking in all the new colors, sounds and smells. There was even a sound that, although really loud, didn’t hurt their ears at all -- it was when the head priest started to hit the bell in honor of the Dawn Dragon.

Perhpas knowing that this land wasn’t only inhabited by humans, the Dawn Dragon had made it so the bell’s gong wouldn’t be unpleasant to all sorts of hearings.

There were food stalls, amazake and warm sweet drinks stalls, fortune telling and fortune drawing stalls, not to mention priests and priestesses doing all sorts of ceremonial dances at every corner. It was almost overwhelming!

They followed the crowd to the middle, throwing uncertain prayers at the prayer box and laughing a bit about it since they really didn’t understand what they were doing. Yet, as long as their little family was together and, most of all, having fun, it didn’t matter what they were doing.

It was decided that it was time to go back once Selkie started to lose the battle against exhaustion, falling asleep in Kaden's arms. They decided that they would go back to the hamlet in their kitsune forms -- not only it would be faster, it might be better to take the little kit away from loud noises lest she woke up with a start.

“Is your tail okay, Mina?” Kaden whispered behind his wife as she placed Selkie on her bed, watching as Pashmina’s tail waved behind her. “I saw how tightly you wrapped it around your waist back there, so I hope all that hustling didn’t damage it…” he poked on the soft fur, watching how she immediately tensed under such an intimate touch.

“Hiya!” Pashmina squeaked as Kaden’s hands went up her tail towards its base, hidden away inside the kimono. “Kaden!” She hissed under her breath, glacing from him to their daughter.

Saying nothing but pulling the tip of her long tail up towards his lips in a warm kiss, Kaden never broke eye contact with his wife, in a way that made her all hot and bothered inside.

“It’s-” she stuttered, “it’s fine. The tail is fine.” She whispered with flushed cheeks, whisking her tail away from her predator- er, her husband’s hands. She started to walk out of Selkie’s room. “I’m more worried about you -- with an open chest in this cold…”

“Hmm? I’m quite warm, though, Mimi. Do you wanna make sure?” He whispered over her ear, making her hairs stand on end as his hands hugged her from behind.

By the heat of his hands alone, she could confirm that he was nothing but cold, that naughty fox she had as a husband. With a low sigh, Pashmina leaned her back on his chest, turning her head to welcome his lips into a kiss.

Her tail went under his kimono, tickling his legs with her fur until it met his own tail, sending all sorts of signals to Kaden’s body.

“Mimi, you were so cute today, wearing my fur like that… I couldn’t wait to eat you all up.” He confessed as he licked her lower lip, his hands untangling her obi’s decoration before loosening it entirely.

Huffing as the heat spread from her lips to her heart and from Kaden’s hands to her inner thighs, Pashmina could only turn around to face her husband and wrap her arms around his neck so as to kiss him properly.

“Mhhm, Mimi, Mimi…” Kaden whispered over her lips, slowly guiding her towards their room without ever letting go of her. She was so cute, so cute, so cute…

Although Kaden was masterful in clothing in general, he was uncharacteristically clumsy in his attempt to take off his wife’s obi, and that was only the first part of her clothing to take off before he could have his way with her!

Feeling Kaden’s impatience on her back, Pashmina could feel a growl rise within his throat as his kisses got more and more urgent. It made her weak in the legs, honestly -- look at how burning with desire he was, to the point of not even being able to tease her as he usually did. Pashmina closed her eyes to dive deeper into her husband’s tongue, raising one leg and putting it around his waist in preemptive anticipation to him having his way with her right there and then, in the middle of the corridor.

Pashmina could feel the heat of her body clamor for Kaden’s might, in whichever position it might come -- just hurry, hurry, hurry…

Kaden could feel his wife’s desperation mirror his own, their hearts beating so fast they were in unison. Pashmina could feel his erection poke at her stomach, which only made her legs weaker than ever. It was when he lowered his hands from her obi to the base of her tail -- a place she always, without fail, squealed when he touched -- that he remembered how a kimono was tailored for a kitsune. It wasn’t possible for a hole to be sewn in there and call it day -- there were many shapes and sizes of tails, so a way to customize how it fit into the body was to simply make it into a long slit that would converge into two sashes to be tied under the obi to make it seem that there was no opening at all, when in truth there was only a ribbon separating the kitsune’s rear from open view.

The kitsune hurriedly reached for the ribbon under her obi and Pashmina squealed under his kiss, her fangs grazing against his eager tongue to give voice to a tiny moan. “K-Kaden…” She huffed as he undid the ribbon and immediately dove his hand under her tail, towards her innermost parts. “Ah…!” She gasped with delight as she felt his declawed hands reach her wet folds, digging her claws onto his shoulders.

“Mimi, Mimi… turn around for me, please?” He sucked her lower lip, gripping on her buttocks to help her turn back in her lustful haze. Nodding, the kitsune obediently raised her hips as she pressed her chest onto the wall, tilting her tail to the side so Kaden could have a full view of her exposed rear. “You’re so cute, Mimi, look at how you already know what I want,” he huffed, as he scrambled to free his erection from under his much simpler kimono, prodding it by her vulva with a thirst that could only be quenched by her warmth.

Pashmina covered her mouth with one hand as she rolled her eyes the moment Kaden slid it in slowly, muffling a long moan. “Mhm…” she tilted her hips even upwards, as though asking for more, as if her insides weren’t already warm and welcoming enough.

“Hahhh, Mimi, Mimi…” Kaden groaned with pleasure as he held his wife’s hips so as to thrust more safely, enjoying how he could clearly see how he disappeared inside of her with each movement.

“K-Kadeahn…” Pashmina huffed, clutching Kaden inside herself as though this was their first time. They were so hot, so impatient, so… hungry for each other that Pashmina knew that this wasn’t going to end with only one round. She wanted him to kiss and touch all of her body, under all of those layers of clothes.

Each time a louder moan escaped her throat, Pashmina covered her mouth more closely, the rhythm of her husband’s thrusts making her slowly lose strength in her legs. Kaden rested his forehead on the back of Pashmina’s head, his low groans of pleasure mixing themselves up with his occasional nips at her ear, making her forget even her own name deep in pleasure.

“Ahn, hah…” Pashmina wanted to beg, to plead, to ask him to do it faster, to eat her up entirely, but her head was so hazy with pleasure that it took everything she had not to scream his name there and then. Kaden’s movements slowly accelerated as though in sync with his wife’s lewd desires, his thrusts turning into pounds as their most primal desires took ahold of them.

Pashmina bit her fingers to keep her voice down, feeling the heat of climax envelop her from her womb to her entire body, sucking all the strength she had left in her legs as Kaden liberated himself inside of her, holding her by her hips so she wouldn’t fall.

“Mimi, hahh, hahh… Mimi, my Mimi... “ Kaden panted, hugging his wife from behind as he licked her ear, action of which made her clench herself around him in clear arousal. “Mimi, you’re so cute, I just can’t get enough. I wanna eat you alll up.” He said with a growl that only served to make her roll her eyes in anticipation.

The ordeal of taking off her kimono would be well worth it in the end, Pashmina could sense it quite literally as Kaden’s erection grew once again inside of her. All she could do was roll her tail around Kaden’s waist, never wanting him to get out of her.

#fire emblem fates #fe14 #kaden fire emblem #fatesona #a sin a day keeps the thirst at bay #selkie #my writings #yuki's commissions

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mattygraygubler · 4 years

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our campus: chapter 1 (tom holland imagine)

summary: tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)

warnings: drinking, mentions of being roofied

word count: 1.3k, nice and short to start off

a/n: bold is emails, the school is small liberal arts, i called it AU at one point but that’s simply bc a is the first letter of the alphabet

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“Y/N can you stay after class today?” Your professor asks as you walk into class. You nod, anxiety already filling your stomach. What could she possibly want to talk to you about?

Today’s discussion in political conflict was a continuation of your unit about revolution, today you were discussing the Cuban Revolution and Fidel Castro.

You still managed to participate in the discussion a bit, you loved Professor G and her class was one of your favorites.

“Alright that’s all for today, let’s wrap up a bit early.” G says.

“Wanna grab some food?” Emily asks you.

“G wants to talk to me, but I’ll see you at mine later? I got a delta chi invite so we’ll see what everyone else heard about and then we’ll see.”

“Ok!” Emily said. The rest of the class emptied out as you approached your professor.

“Y/N,” She said. “I have a proposition for you.” “What’s up?” You asked. Normally you wouldn’t refer to a professor so casually, but G was different. She’d been your advisor since freshman year, and had helped you through some really difficult times.

“So I have a student, his name is Thomas, and he’s struggling a little bit. He’s a theater major but is taking some of his big requirements this semester.” “Like what?” “Statistics, writing, astronomy, and comparative politics.” “Oh. He really went for it.” You said. Writing and stats were required, as was a science course and some type of history. All four of those classes you had taken, and excelled in.

G laughed, “He really did. I was wondering if you would be interested in tutoring him. I know you couldn’t fit T/Aing into your schedule, but I’d be able to give you some credit depending on how often you meet.”

“How often would we meet?”

“Twice a week, maybe, for about an hour?” You sighed. You didn’t necessarily need the credit, but there was a chance you could graduate early, so you agreed.

“Fantastic! Here’s his email,” she said, scribbling it down on a piece of paper.

“I trust you, but I don’t necessarily trust Thomas, so if you could let me know when and where you meet, that would be great.” You nodded and told her to have a nice weekend, drafting an email on your way home.

TO: [email protected]

FROM: y/[email protected]

SUBJECT: Tutoring (from Professor Gonsky)

Hey,

My name’s Y/N, Professor G reached out asking if I could tutor you. I don’t have a ton of room on my schedule, but I could meet for our first session Sunday at the library from 4-5.

If you could meet me in the AU honors study room that’d be great.

Y/N

By the time you got to your room, you had an email.

TO: y/[email protected]

FROM: [email protected]

SUBJECT: Re: Tutoring (from Professor Gonsky)

Bet. Aren’t only honors college students allowed in there?

Sent from my pants

You sighed. Of course G would ask you to tutor this kid, she knew you wouldn’t say no. He was probably some dumb frat boy on the verge of expulsion.

But he was a theater major… Maybe he was actually a nerd that was stupid. It was possible.

TO: [email protected]

FROM: y/[email protected]

SUBJECT: Re: Re: Tutoring (from Professor Gonsky)

I am an honors college student. I’m allowed to bring guests.

4pm Sunday. Don’t be late.

Y/N

You heard some knocks at your door and went to open it. As the only one with a single, your room was always used as the movie night room, the crying about a boy room, and most importantly, the pregame room.

You opened the door to your three best friends, all carrying large bags of stuff.

“What’s up guys,” you said. Emily pulled a handle of svedka blue raspberry vodka out of her bag and winked at you.

“Let’s get fucked.” She simply responded. You laughed and let your friends inside.

There was some mild chatter as you all got ready in your not-very-large room, with Ally making fun of Emily for “forgetting” to bring underwear.

“Wait, Y/N, what did G want to talk to you about?” Emily asked. “Ugh, she wants me to tutor some stupid kid.” “Is he a freshman?” Emily followed up. “No, he’s a junior, he’s one of her advisees, so he’s gotta be a junior.”

“So she’s making you tutor him?” Isabelle said.

“She’s not really making me. I’m getting a credit for it.” Your friends groaned.

“Y/N you could’ve graduated after freshman year, give it up, you don’t need any more credits.” Ally said.

“Hey!” You retorted, throwing a pillow at her. “I’m double majoring!” “And minoring, who does that?” Isabelle said. You rolled your eyes.

“Leave me alone, it’s only like two hours a week.”

“PLUS!” Emily shouted, starting to bounce on the balls of her feet like she always did when she was excited. “What if he’s cute!! OH OH OH! What if he’s hot for teacher.” She said and shimmied her shoulders.

“You’re ridiculous.” You replied. “Plus he’s a theater major, which means-”

“He’s either gay or not cute.” Ally finished. She was the only theater major in your group. “What did you say his name was? I probably know him, it’s not a huge department.” “Thomas.” You replied. Ally scrunched her eyebrows as she applied her lipstick.

“Thomas… Nope, no Thomas. There’s two Toms, or maybe he goes by his middle name?”

“Maybe.” You replied, then asked quickly where Emily got her top, trying to change the subject. It was just tutoring, and your friends were wayyyy too boy crazy. Except for Ally, who decided her college lesbian phase was not a phase.

Pretty soon you were all checking snapchat and instagram dms, trying to figure out which party to go to tonight.

“I got sig ep and delta chi, like always,” You said.

“I got sig ep too. And PSK.” Ally said.

“Sig chi and Zete. But please, please, can we not go to zete? I think Garrett is rushing.” Isabelle said. Garrett and Isabelle had an on-again off-again thing last year, his freshman year and your sophomore year.

“I got…” Emily said scrolling.

Emily was every frat boy’s dream, petite and blonde, great smile, and the most bubbly person you know. All of your friends were gorgeous in their own ways, but Emily, with her massive flirty personality, could always be depended on to have a fuck ton of invitations to frat parties. “Sig chi, sig ep, beta, aepi…. Ooooo I forgot to tell you guys! I met this boy today, his name is Harrison, and he gave me info for the delt party!”

“No.” Isabelle and Ally said immediately.

“Why not?” Emily pouted.

“Emily, how can you remember every person you’ve ever met’s name and yet you can’t remember the name of the only frat that roofied one of us?” Ally asked. Emily’s jaw dropped.

“Y/N, I am so sorry, I totally forgot.” “Hey it’s ok! It was two years ago, the guy was a senior, and they were kicked off for a semester. I haven’t heard anything bad about them since being reinstated, maybe the guys in it now are different.”

“Emily, you see Harrison again and actually find out if he’s a nice guy, and if he is, we’ll go to delt next weekend.” Ally said.

“Alright so delta chi?” You asked.

“We always go to dchi. I heard sig ep has an ice luge…” Isabelle said raising her eyebrows.

“Bet.” You said and got up, grabbing your keys and phone, sticking your pepper spray in your bra, just in case. Your mom got you and your friends all bedazzled pepper sprays following the roofying incident freshman year.

You all took one last shot and headed out for the night.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #frat!tom

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snaggle-chamsae · 6 years

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The true you | Woojin

genre: fluff

member: woojin

requested: yess!

summary: all it takes is just one incident for you to change your friendship between woojin.

side note: thank you so much for requesting this anon 💓 my apologies to keep you waiting but hopefully this meets your expectations :>

dancing has always been something that is part of your life

you have been dancing since young

recently, there is a reshuffle of class

the teachers are promoting the dancers according to their dance skills

and for you

your teacher have promoted you to the top class group

you will be joining a new batch of top dancers in that group

you’re pretty excited

because you wanted to see who’s in your group

and you also wonder about their dance skills

so you went to class

and you’re starting to get a little nervous

there are actually more guys than girls in your class

and as an introduction, the teacher wanted you guys to showcase your skills

you watched the others dance

and they did genre like hip hop and contemporary

until a guy caught your attention

“my name is woojin and i do popping, locking and hip hop”

everyone was amazed by his skills including you

you thought he is pretty charismatic

and when it’s your turn, you performed your skills

but you finished, woojin started laughing at you

“i think you’re copying me, i’m the only one that knows this genre!” he mocked at you

you frowned your eyebrows, wondering if he’s in the right mind to say that

“exCUSE ME, i think you’re the one that is copying me, i’m the only one that knows this genre” you protested

“OH SHUT UP”

“i canNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE picking on me on the first day”

if not for another guy called chan that pulled you guys apart, you and woojin would still bicker

you can’t believe what’s happening

it’s only the first day and woojin is already fighting with you

you considered everyone else as classmate already except him

you have officially classified woojin as your rival

and you’re pretty sure he does the same as well

your teacher gathered you guys back and told you about your first performance coming up

he mentioned that it’s a musical where only 1 guy and 1 girl will be chosen

and we have to prepare the a short individual performance

and the best guy and girl will be voted

since it’s your first musical, you wanted to be chosen

you thought it might be a stepping stone for your dance career

so you started practicing hard

you would go to the dance room early in the morning and would only go home late at night

you know that the other dancers in your class are really good

so you practiced the hardest you ever could for the past few weeks

however, things just don’t go your way

because of park woojin

whenever you enter the dance room, he’s the first person you would see

like come on, why would you want to see your rival EARLY IN THE MORNING?

that not only turns you off but he even went to take up your space

you guys would occasionally bump into each other

“can you stop taking up my space? you have plenty of room there and yet you want to squeeze here” you argued

“oh please, no one wants to squeeze with you!” woojin shouted back

“omg you guys need to stop fighting man! it’s been a few weeks” chan laughed

as compared to woojin, chan is a wayyyy much better guy

he has a caring personality

someone you would prefer to hang out with compared to park woojin

nothing has changed between you and woojin for the past few weeks

while you’re taking a break, chan took a seat beside you

“i can tell that you’re almost done preparing for the performance”

“yup! i really want to be chosen for this” you explained

“shall we practice together tomorrow night?” chan offered

“sure! why not?” you smiled

you guys got back to practice and the other dancers started leaving one by one

leaving only you and woojin

the guards soon told you guys to leave since it’s past midnight

the atmosphere turned quiet when you guys are packing up

“are you really gonna practice with chan tomorrow?” woojin started

you looked at him curiously, wondering why would he care

“yeah and is there anything wrong?”

“i overheard the other guys saying that he’s going to take advantage of you so i don’t think you should go”

“are you sure? you’re talking about the class’s gentleman and he’s going to take advantage of me?” you sneered

“quit playing jokes, woojin” you laughed at woojin and left the room

while you’re on the way home, you couldn’t help but to laugh at woojin

it doesn’t make sense

woojin has been such an ass for the past few weeks and now he’s trying to warn you about chan?

now the more you think about it, the weirder it gets

it actually makes a little sense

but the thought of chan being a gentleman and wanting to take advantage just doesn’t go together

so you decided to brush this off and head to practice tomorrow

time skipppp

you head to the dance room as usual and chan is already there

“where’s the rest?” you questioned

“i’m not sure, i don’t think they will be coming”

at first, his answer didn’t bother you

but as time pass, something is going on here

woojin will definitely come to practice every day

knowing him for the past few weeks, he isn’t someone that would slack

although this uncomfortable feeling keeps disturbing you, you decided to head on to practice alone with chan

and while you are taking a break, chan sits beside you

and you noticed he gradually gets closer to you

“i think you’re a little too close, chan”

before you could move away, he grabbed onto your wrist

“w-what are you doing?” you tried shaking him off but he started getting closer to you

chan started backing you to the wall

and you couldn’t help but to admit that you’re getting scared

you’re regretting that you should have listened to woojin instead

your heart couldn’t calm down because you thought chan is a gentleman but turns out, he isn’t

you wanted to stop chan from coming closer to you but because you’re just too scared, you couldn’t even utter a word

just then, the door open wide open with woojin standing at the door

you could tell he’s getting angry

instead of saving you, he went straight to chan and pushed him hard

“stop taking advantage of girls” woojin warned chan

and there’s you who stood rooted to the ground

woojin took your bag and pulled your hand with him

even though woojin was an ass previously, but you’re so thankful he isn’t tonight

when you guys got out of the studio, he awkwardly let your hand go

“thank you for saving me, i should have listened to you yesterday…” you sighed

“i can’t blame you either. i have been an asshole to you so i don’t expect you to believe me but i’m glad i made it in time” and that’s the first time woojin ever smile at you

after that night, everything changed

your friendship with woojin became so much better

you guys stop fighting with one another

instead of shouting at one another, you guys smile at each other more often

you guys started having more conversations too

and to show your appreciation that woojin saved you that day, you guys are heading out for dinner more often

to a point where the other dancers are noticing the difference between you and woojin

anwayssss

the day of selection for the musical has arrived

you guys have to perform and the dancers would pick the most deserving pair to go

and although you got a little nervous, but you still managed to showcase the whole performance like how you did in practice

and as expected, woojin and the others did great as well

but when your teacher told you he is going to announced the result now

that’s when your heart started beating uncontrollable

“the male dancer that is chosen is woojin”

everyone including you felt happy for him

“and the female dancer that everyone chose is y/n” and that really caught you off guard

you couldn’t believe your ears

you are freaking chosen

“congratulations! i expect a good performance from the both of you” your teacher joked

the whole class cheered for the both of you

“one moment you guys are bickering with one another and the next moment you guys are laughing” one of them shouted

“just get together man!”

you blushed when woojin started approaching you

“they say we should get together… shall we, y/n?” you looked at woojin and the look in your eye says it all

“what are we waiting for, my boyfriend woojin?”

woojin giggled when you felt his hand slipping into yours

#wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenario #wanna one imagine #wanna one #wannaone #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #park woojin #woojin #wanna one woojin #park woojin scenarios #park woojin imagines

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hanjuminshoe-blog · 7 years

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RFA trying to get a hyper!MC to go to bed? Maybe she had wayyyy too much coffee or something? I really like your hcs so I wonder how you might do this one. Thank you! ^^

Aw thanks so much! It means so much to me that someone likes my writing! Sorry this took me a while… I don’t really know what it’s like to be hyper T - T

Yoosung

How could you have so much energy for 11:30 in the evening?

He stares at you from the couch as you time yourself for another round of 2048. Eyes glued to the screen, you play again and again, trying to beat your own five minute record.

Yoosung gets the uncomfortable feeling that that crazed expression on your face is similar to how he looks like when he plays LOLOL.

He becomes alarmed when he looks up from his notes an hour later to find you bustling about the kitchen trying to bake brownies. You were a terrible cook!

It was a dangerous idea to keep his eyes off of you for even a minute when you were in one of these moods.

You would become unpredictable and listless after a day spent lazing on the couch.

He supposes it makes sense for so much inactivity to make way for hyperactivity.

He stops working and approaches you.

“MC? Don’t you think it’s about time to go to bed?”

“No.”

“It’s getting late, and you didn’t really get a lot of sleep last night either…”

“No! I want to bake you something for breakfast. I’m not the best baker, but this time will be different. You like brownies, don’t you, Yoosung?~”

He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. How was he going to get you to bed with that attitude? There would be no arguing with you now. Shouldn’t she still get some sleep, though?

Yoosung is too timid to protest, but he’s so worried that you’ll end up burning the flat down that he tries to stay awake to watch over you.

Before he knows it, his eyelids are drooping. He ends up falling asleep on the counter just before you’re about to stick the pan the in oven.

Luckily, you decide to stop when you see how exhausted your boyfriend is. He’s snoozing away with his head in his arms, snoring lightly with his mouth slightly open.

You feel guilty once you realise that you probably terrified him by trying to cook unsupervised. You poke his nose. “Yoosung?”

“Huh…? MC?”

“Let’s go to bed, okay?”

“That,” He says through a soft, half-lidded smile, “would be awesome.”

Jaehee

She suspects you’re tipsy, judging from the way you’ve been chattering away non-stop for the past half hour.

She pats herself on the back for not drinking herself. Leading you home when you were this excited was bad enough, but leading you home while both of you were intoxicated? Jaehee shivered t the thought of it.

She braces herself for a night of exasperation.

Being tipsy seemed to send you into a spontaneous burst of activity. All of a sudden her reserved girlfriend would be talking, eating, and laughing without pause.

Jaehee’s eyes widen in panic when you choose to sprint across the street and into the apartment building without so much as a glance at the passing traffic.

MC is really talented. Was she a gymnast in another life? Or perhaps a track star? If I’m not mistaken, she was wearing her six-inch stilettos just now, right?

She chases after you and finds you in the living room trying to draw a portrait of yourself and your darling “Baehee”.

Jaehee is surprised to discover that she finds this behavior endearing. Though, it’s unfortunate that you’ve nearly knocked the lamp over from laughing too hard when you forget to draw eyes on yourself.

“Baehee! Come look at this! Don’t I look like a mop?”

“MC? Isn’t it about time we get to bed?”

“Wait, wait, wait. Let me draw Zen in here, too.”

Jaehee bites her tongue to refrain from asking you to rethink your artistic interpretation of Zen. That’s a horse?! Please don’t tell me she’s saying that Zen is that horse.

“Look, Baehee! It’s Zen! He’s a pony because of his ponytail!”

Okay, now it’s definitely time for bed.

She’s gone crazy. The alcohol must be interfering with her memory...

“MC, let’s go to sleep now.”

“But why? Don’t you like my drawings?”

“Yes! But Zen would like this drawing even more! In fact, if you sleep now, maybe you can wake up early enough to catch him before his next rehearsal! In fact, I’ll join you!”

“Really?!”

“Yes! You’ve captured his likeness perfectly. He will be so glad to receive such a... lifelike portrait!”

You giggle before beaming back at her. “Okay! I’ll go get changed now. Don’t forget!”

Jaehee sighs and massages her temples.

I hope Zen will forgive me for this.

Zen

Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let you binge on all those sweets just because “A girl has to live every once in a while, OK?”

He was getting drowsy, but you definitely weren’t.

It was 1:30… You would typically be asleep by 11:00.

As delightful as it was to see you acting so playful, you definitely didn’t giggle this much. Ever. And that half-crazed look in your eyes wasn’t normal either.

You were totally on a sugar high.

When you weren’t scrolling through memes or doubling over with laughter from the most insignificant of details, you would poke his cheek or tug on his shirt, asking him to feed you another bite of chocolate cake.

It’s rare for Zen to be the one nagging you to go to bed. Still, he shakes his head and puts the plates away. “No, MC. It’s time to go to sleep. Don’t you have class tomorrow?”

“One more bite? Please~?”

It takes everything in him to resist that pleading look on your face. Why does she have to be so cute? Maybe… No. No, Zen. Don’t give in. “Sorry, babe. Bedtime.”

He turns to leave, but it takes him a few moments to realise that you haven’t been following along behind him. “MC?” Fuck! He walks back to the dining room.

You’ve gone into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and were about to slice yourself another piece of cake. “NO!”

He runs to the kitchen just before you’re about to take a bite, sweeping you into his arms bridal-style. “No! Zen! One more bite!” You struggle against him, but Zen only sighs and lifts you away.

He looks at you. “Be a good girl, please?”

“But you always stay up this late…”

“Yeah, but you don’t.”

Is surprised that he’s being the “responsible” one tonight.

He tries to conceal his fatigue as he carries you up the stairs. Though, you’ve already taken notice of how tired his eyes look.

“I guess I shouldn’t have had all that chocolate, huh?”

He laughs. “Maybe not.”

Zen smiles when kiss him on the cheek and say you’ll “be a good girl tonight” just for him.

Jumin

He doesn’t understand where all your energy is coming from.

He himself was exhausted from the party the two of you had just attended, yet here you are - multitasking like there’s no tomorrow.

Jumin has to admit that it takes some skill to be able to keep Elizabeth the 3rd fully occupied while simultaneously building a tower out of a deck of cards.

However, he also thinks that your constant laughter coupled with the frantic way you’re running about is rather unusual.

He finds it entertaining until you’re holding Elizabeth the 3rd up in the air the way Rafiki held Simba up on Pride Rock in the Lion King - it’s giving him flashbacks of Saeyoung and he definitely isn’t having any more of that.

He gets up and pries Elizabeth free from your grasp.

“But, Jumin! How can I make a card palace for Elizabeth if I can’t even tell if she’s going to fit in it?

“MC? Don’t you think it’s time to go to bed?”

You frown. “No.”

“No?”

“I don’t think I can go to bed. There’s so much to do! Tell me- have you ever built a tower from marshmallows and uncooked pasta? Oh! I should make a tower for Elizabeth! Give her here, Jumin. Elizabeth~”

Oh boy. He gets the idea you’ll be up to nonsense until morning if he doesn’t get you into bed now. Besides, he doesn’t want to see anyone rough-housing with Elizabeth - the poor thing looked terrified.

“Elizabeth the 3rd and I will be going to bed now.”

“No!” You whine. “She’s meant to be the highlight of my creation.”

“It’s late, MC. Let’s get to bed. Please?” He watches you contemplate his suggestion before adding, “Bed, MC. Or I’ll make you.”

He meant for that line to imply some innuendo, so it’s a bit of a blow to his pride when you narrow your eyes at that last remark. How infuriating. Finally, he promises that Elizabeth the 3rd can sleep next to you if you agree to go to bed now.

The enthusiasm at which you accept that concession almost makes him want to pout. Elizabeth over me…?

He realises he’s lost when you turn to him from the top of stairs and ask. “I really am feeling restless, Jumin. Should I take a shower? Or will you make me do that, too?”

707/Saeyoung

He doesn’t find anything unusual at first. Sure, he thought you were a bit more lively than usual - after all, trying to teach yourself how to juggle at 10:00 is a bit eccentric even for Saeyoung.

But he knows something is off when you suggest doing pilates this late in the evening. He raises a brow at you. But… she hates physical activity…

Now you’ve stolen his glasses and are giggling at your own appearance in front of the mirror. Yeah, okay. She’s acting strange.

“MC? Why is the coffee pot empty?”

“I drank it all~” You reply, flashing him a satisfied smile.

There’s no way he’s going to let you pull an all nighter. He’s experienced firsthand what you’re like when you’ve been deprived of sleep and he isn’t exactly fond of the zombie you become.

Saeyoung tries to lure you to bed in a playful way.

“Hey, MC! I’ve got a really good idea.”

You look up from the robot dog you’ve been decking out with ribbons. “What is it?”

“Let’s play a game.”

“Yes!”

“I’ll hide my glasses, and you’ll try to find them. The winner gets one free wish.”

“You’re on!”

He’s blind for the next hour and a half, but the effort wears you out. You had climbed bookshelves and crouched down to check the undersides of his sports cars - all to no avail.

Saeyoung can’t believe his plan worked. He thought you would lose focus and set about doing some other silly task - like decking him out with ribbons, for example.

He melts when he sees you yawning because the sight of it reminds him of a puppy. “Saeyoung? I think I lost.”

“Yeah?”

You rub your eyes. “Where are they? Your glasses? Aren’t you blind right now?”

“I am. But now that you’ve lost you have to grant my wish.”

“Hmph. Don’t say something corny like ‘be mine forever’. I’ll punch you.”

Saeyoung laughs. I knew she’d say that. “No. For now Iet’s just get some rest. Okay?”

You nod and give him a thumbs up. “You’ve got it, Captain.” He tucks you into bed and settles in beside you, chuckling to himself as he removes his glasses from the back of your hoodie.

#mystic messenger #rfa #yoosung #jaehee #zen #jumin #707 #saeyoung #kim yoosung #kang jaehee #hyun ryu #han jumin #choi saeyoung

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mindmmxvii · 7 years

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Midnight

Hey Blogzilla. You should stay awhile and listen to my story. Well it’s really more of a list...

Camaro inspection PASS

House Inspector

Camaro plates!

Clean clean house house

Well today started quite early, as I said in my blog yesterday. My friend James, same one who is interested in my house, met me at the repair shop around 6:30 this morning. It should have been 6 but I must have slept through my alarm, or it didn't go off. Me and mornings have a ways to go still. We spoke briefly in the car about work, life, and Transformers. It was a really nice start to the day.

I finished some expense reports I had pushed off yesterday evening then made some Earl Gray while enjoying a Penn Station cookie for breakfast. Yeah, we are starting on that calorie count first thing haha. Eventually I had to leave for a client visit which ended up being a little weird. It was for a school district and they needed remote access to monitor some HVAC equipment. *prepare for technomumbojumbo* I gave the device a static IP address, VLAN’ed it off from the rest of the network, and forwarded the required UDP port through the firewall. No matter what we tried, we couldn’t get remote access from his laptop connected on a hotspot. I even ran a port scan which said it was open! Only thing I could think of was that the equipment required more ports and they just didn’t state it in the online manual Anyway, we set up client VPN access to allow connection but it seems like a rather bloated solution that could have been way more elegant. Right after that, I went to another client who requested to have a fax line setup. After toning the line down to the basement, 2 floors away from the punchdown, I decided online E-Fax would be a better solution. No wayyyy were they going to shell out the money to run that line. Both of these weird visits were tickets I took over from others but hey they are done now.

After the crazy work times, I had Lunch with my sister and caught another episode of Westworld. The show is starting to get interesting and I think I see several places for it to really expand and wow me. I’ve heard amazing things but I’m trying to keep my expectations realistic. I then drove my CRZ to the repair shop so it can get state and emissions, while also picking up my Camaro. As I stated above, it passed! On my way back to the office I briefly met with a house appraiser who took pictures and measured everything. He said he will get back to me Saturday with an estimate. I made another client visit and bee lined straight to the downtown DMV. After a little waiting... plates for my Camaro! I slapped those suckers on right away. Shiney. I think that checked off one of my major short term goals, so that’s a really good feeling. I mean driving while looking over my shoulder for a cop had become so second nature for me. I guess it’s an ok habit to get into, no surprises if you decide to risk that red light, but it will be nice to just relax with the top down. Well maybe once it warms up a bit. Unless I sell the Camaro before then. Now I’m having second thoughts on selling. :-/

We’ll deal with that later. For now I need my Camaro. Next was checking with Bek to make sure that she was sticking to her goals and timelines, followed by cleaning and organizing. I’m not worrying about packing too much at this stage, really I just wanted to get rid of all the excess stuff I had accumulated. With all my hobbies, from nerf, to drones, to airsoft, to plastic working, to 3D printing, to fixing cars + motorcycles, to sugar gliders, to Artemis and other cosplay, to podcasts, to minecraft, to Dungeons and Dragons, to computers, to guitar, to songwriting, to gah well whatever strikes my fancy. Anyway, things are getting pretty close to being done. I don't think I am going to hit my deadline of the 13th, so I am going to push it back to Sunday the 15th. Should be able to go through the last couple places by then. Also going to move my healthier diet goal to Saturday. I can plan to hunker down all day with that.

The rest of the day was filled with all the activities I started since the beginning of the year. Exercise, going over my calories, 3D max white strips (which I think are working!), and of course talking to you Blog. Also can I just say as a side note how hard it is to keep the humidity in my basement at acceptable levels? I have to switch between the humidifier and the dehumidifier almost on a daily basis. It’s all due to the crazy St. Louis weather we always have. It was 60 yesterday and we are looking at a ice storm late tonight.. Also I have my blood test set for tomorrow at 8:15AM so I hope the storm doesn’t throw anything off.

Goah, my life is so different now as opposed to just a month ago. I mean I don’t think I have changed that much, at least the core of who I am, I just find it curious how my days have changed also how my perspective has changed. I used to think I never had time for things, or wondered how I’d squeeze things in. Really, I had plenty of time that was just squandered on video games. Whole evenings would be lost while I do basically nothing. Those days were really satisfying actually. Even now, I think about lapsing and just playing for a few hours, or just saying screw it. I haven’t though. I’ve kept to what felt most productive. Well most the time. There are moments where I just zone out on youtube. I mean In theory I should cut that out but I need some zone time, ya know? I went from all zone all the time to almost none, so I don’t want to push any limits and cause an even bigger relapse from completely depriving myself of all leisure activity. I know at least that’s not healthy.

I still feel the sinking feeling all time. I haven’t given it a name because I don’t want to think about it. I want to move on to the next activity or next thought to push it away... for now at least. It’s like a weight, a literal weight on me. It’s entropy, pulling me back and deny me my future. Funny I mention my future because I really haven’t been thinking about that either. I suppose I also don’t really want to think about that now either. So much is up in the air, in regards to my health, mental or other wise. I have been thinking about maybe seeing a therapist. Part of me screams no, that I am perfectly able to handle my own demons in due time. It seems like a thought 2016 me would have. 2016 me, the worst version of me. Darkest timeline.

I’ve got so much real shit to deal with but I just can’t right now. Blog, as I have said before, you are amazing to sit here and listen to me. Letting this out, even in this context, is... I can’t even think of a word. I think I am slowly realizing I need... someone. Right after I just pushed most people further away. I’m not even sure how to open dialog with some of my friends. It’s a weird. Life is weird. Going to sleep now, let’s hope I have a spirit vision or a dream quest or something.

Cheers -mind

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