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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 3 years

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Perfect match [Oliver Wood x Reader]

Title: Perfect match Pairing: Oliver Wood x Gryffindor!Female!Reader Word count: 2k Published: 5 February, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: The lack of time you had to spend with your boyfriend affects your concentration causing your attention to wander anywhere but the match you are supposed to be focusing on.

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Oliver Wood was always ready to go after what he wanted. He was determined and reliable, sometimes a bit reckless. But beyond all that hard exterior, strict manners and can-do attitude, he was a cheeky little flirt who wanted nothing but to see his girlfriend smile.

Being in the same team with him, you always tried to be professional. You mutually agreed to keep a distance when playing quidditch, to be focused 100 percent on the game. Most of the times it worked flawlessly, as if you had no problem separating your relationship from the game, but there were certain occasions when one of you couldn’t control yourselves.

The broom you were seated on levitated above the ground as you watched your teammates flying around, trying to score in the midst of the practice match Oliver organised against Hufflepuff. It required your attention as one of the chasers, but somehow you couldn’t focus on anything but Oliver sitting on his broom across the pitch, lifting up the bottom of his quidditch jersey to remove the sweat from his face, exposing his toned abs.

You didn’t want to watch his movements, you had better things to do such as scoring a goal against Hufflepuff, even if it was just a practice match. It was supposed to help you win the Quidditch cup as Oliver so desired before leaving Hogwarts, but your attention betrayed you and your eyes seemed to rebel against your better judgement. Running your hands through his hard muscles and kissing him whilst sitting in his lap seemed like a better thought to focus on than the match itself.

“Oi! Get yourself together,” you heard a voice and felt a nudge on your shoulder, watching the ginger haired boy fly away from you with a bat in his hand. It was one of the Weasley twins who tried to get you to focus on the game and finally as if your brain gained back control, you started flying towards Angelina Johnson to help her out. She passed the quaffle over to you and you tucked it under your arm, leaning forward on your broomstick, speeding up towards the Hufflepuff’s hoops.

However, before you could have scored, a bludger narrowly missed hitting you, forcing you to halt your broomstick in mid-flight, giving opportunity to Heidi Macavoy to steal the quaffle from you. You groaned in anger, scolding yourself for the stupid decision you made. You could have flown forward, having the perfect straight path to the hoops, but instead you decided to halt, giving away the ball. Knowing that beating yourself up about a stupid decision wouldn’t help, you turned around and flew towards the Gryffindor’s hoops, trying to snatch the quaffle from Heidi, who wore a proud smile across her face that you wished to remove as quickly as possible.

You flew beside the girl, grinning at her, before you hit the ball out of her hold, causing it to fall towards the ground. Before it could have reached the grass, you caught it in mid-air and threw it to Katie Bell who hurried off towards the Hufflepuff’s hoops.

Flying back up to your team, once again you involuntarily focused on your boyfriend, levitating beside the hoops he protected diligently, a determined expression across his face. He ran his fingers through his short dark hair, watching his teammates proudly as they scored against your competitors. Trying to shake your thoughts of him, you took a deep breath, attempting to close your boyfriend’s presence out of your mind.

“Pay attention!” you heard Angelina’s voice directed at you and for a second you thought you were successful as you looked at your teammates and debated to fly towards them, to help them, to be useful, but when you turned back and Oliver wore a loving smile, gazing at you proudly, all your rational thoughts left you with nothing but the idea of you flying up to him and catching his lips with yours.

You groaned out loud at the thought, the lack of attention you have received from him recently starting to get to you. N.E.W.T.s were just around the corner, every waking hour was spent with studying and practice. It was exhausting and you needed Oliver beside you. A small kiss, a reassuring hug, the feeling of his love, but in the end, you didn’t voice your concerns, not wanting to look needy.

But now here you were needing him more than ever, causing you to be completely distracted. Oliver frowned at your lack of attention, his eyes wandering between you and the rest of the team members.

“Leannan, focus!” he shouted at you, but before you could have reacted, you watched as Katie defended the hoops from Tamsin Applebee and Angelina flew after Heidi, trying to stop her, before she passed the ball over to Malcolm Preece who was supposed to be stopped by you. In the end, you were too focused on Oliver, Malcolm scored without an issue just as Cedric Diggory caught the golden snitch, winning the game for Hufflepuff.

The defeated groan leaving your boyfriend’s lungs woke you up from your daze. Hufflepuff only managed to win 360 against Gryffindor’s 350 and you knew if it wasn’t for the lack of attention you had over the game, you could have won. Of course, Cedric could have caught the snitch anyway, but having higher scores would have earned Gryffindor a win.

Each of your teammates lowered themselves on the ground, leaving you behind sighing, guilt washing over you. Knowing it was your fault that your team lost made your heart ache. You could have prevented it, but in the end your brain was nothing but a mess of pink clouds thinking of love only, causing your team a stupid loss.

You were the only one left up in the air, but Oliver was watching you from the ground, waiting for you to come down. Looking at the defeated expression across his face, you didn’t want to face him just yet, but you knew you would have to at some point anyway. After heaving a long, heavy sigh you started lowering your broomstick, touching the ground with the tip of your shoes to steady yourself.

Oliver walked up to you, his mouth opening, ready to speak, but you stopped him before even a note could have left his vocal cords. “I know, I’m sorry,” you said as you lifted your broomstick and started walking towards the changing room, trying to avoid those saddened eyes that watched you eagerly, knowing they were upset because of you. You didn’t do it on purpose, you didn’t want him to be unhappy and it pained you to see him so defeated when you could have prevented it.

“Are you okay?” he caught your wrist, forcing you to halt your steps. Frowning at the boy, you tried to understand why he sounded so worried about you. You were ready to get scolded just like any other teammate of yours would have been, but Oliver was somewhat gentle, concerned.

“What do you mean?” you asked back, causing him to furrow his brows at your question.

“You have been pacing out and kept looking at me as if you haven’t seen me for months. The lack of attention I saw from you was very unlike my girlfriend and the way Heidi took the quaffle from you seemed like you weren’t even present. What is going on?” he tried to press you to talk, but you felt silly for being so needy, for wanting to see more of him. You didn’t want him to feel like you were too much, too attached. “Talk to me,” he added, seeing your inner debate as he stepped closer, linking his hands with yours.

“It’s nothing, really, I’m just exhausted,” you lied, forcing a phony smile across your face. But Oliver wasn’t dumb, and he knew you more than you thought he did. He gave you a deadpan look and waited for a different answer, his brows raised high, questioningly. However, you were too proud to voice your opinion, so keeping up your act you shook your head in denial.

“Leannan,” he called the adoring nickname he has given you. He always showed his love with adorable little nicknames, calling you all kinds of pet names, but Leannan was different. It meant he was trying to convey how much he loved you, cared for you, trying to reassure you that you were loved. “I can see that something is off, and I haven’t been able to see you much recently, so it does worry me,” he voiced his concerns, your head shooting up in surprise.

“It’s nothing like what you think, I’m not trying to break up with you,” you shook your head quickly, trying to get those silly thoughts out of his head.

“Then please talk to me, because at this point, I can only think of the worst-case scenario,” he added, his tone hopeful once again. Heaving a deep sigh, you walked closer to him, stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. His hands sneaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, enjoying the physical contact you have both been craving. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck you tried to tell him how you felt, but your words came out mumbled, so he quickly stopped you, pulling away from you slightly, cupping your cheeks as you lowered your feet flat against the ground. “Let’s try that again,” he smiled down at you, waiting patiently for you to open up.

“It’s just that- I don’t want you to think that I’m needy or too attached, that I might be too much, but I really want to spend a little more time with you,” your voice slowly turned into a whisper by the end of your sentence, but Oliver had no problem hearing you. A gentle smile spread across his face as he hinted a small kiss on your forehead, hovering above your skin a little longer.

“Leannan, you could have said something. I really wanted to spend time with you too, but you always seemed busy and I didn’t want to bother you,” he chuckled happily, his initial thoughts about a potential break up slowly disappearing from the back of his mind, your words easing his worries.

“So, you don’t think I’m being needy?” you asked, your tone more hopeful and somewhat happy that your boyfriend might have possibly wanted to spend more time with you too.

“I would love nothing more,” he grinned as your lips finally started letting a small smile spread across your face.

“And you don’t think I’m needy then?” you were hoping for further reassurance, but instead of a verbal reply, he pulled your face closer to his, catching your lips halfway, pouring all his love in that one kiss. It was overwhelming your senses. The sheer affection you felt from him made you dizzy and awakened the nervous little butterflies in the pit of your tummy.

“I want you just as much as you want me. If you are needy then so am I,” he breathed against your lips as you parted, leaving you with a wide grin across your face, all your worries disappearing into thin air.

“You really are a keeper, love,” you smiled happily, gazing into those warm, dark brown pair of eyes you adored so much.

“And you are a catch,” he snorted playfully, making you giggle.

“Aren’t we just a good match?” you wiggled your brows playfully, causing a loud laughter to erupt from his lungs, throwing his head back in the process. It took him a minute or two to calm down and capture your lips again, but when he finally did, he attempted to make up for all those times you both were desperately craving to spend in each other’s arms.

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 4 years

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I was browsing your blog and I saw an anon mention "sick of losleep" (but in a joking way) my gay ass saw losleep sick, as in a sick fic, and i proceeded to scroll hoping to find said losleep sicfick, lol there was non and that is a crime XD. Would you write (or do you have any HC's) for like Sick Remy and Lo taking care of him?😎

This is WAY late and I apologize for that anon but I’m here now so!! enjoy!!

Ao3Warnings: This is a sickfic so lots of sicky stuff (cough, sneezing, fever actually happen; nausea mentioned), sleep-deprivation (Remy’s a double-threat), minor self-deprecation from both Logan and Remy for different reasons, Logan calling Remy names but in a worried loving way

“You’re sick.”

“Nope.”

“Whether or not you are willing to accept it does not alter the state of your condition.”

“Yeah. And my condition is completely amazing and awesome. Not sick.”

Logan frowned when this rather cocky pronunciation was followed by a round of rough coughing from his boyfriend. “Attempting to ignore your illness will only worsen it. Something it seems you have already done. How long have you been sick?”

“Never.” Remy replied, too confidentially given he looked ready to collapse if a light breeze blew against him. He coughed again, wincing a bit before he added defensively, “Though I might have gotten a bad headache on Monday.”

“Monday?!” Logan repeated, giving up his pretense of only being vaguely annoyed. “You’ve been suffering with this for four days?! With, what, your average seven hours of sleep each night?”

“...Seven might be a little high.”

Logan only blinked at Remy, the other boy awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. Logan was spurred back into action when Remy sneezed and immediately went back to coughing, moving forward so he could grab Remy’s arm, fairly certain the other really would collapse otherwise.

“Bed. Now.” Logan said, tugging firmly at Remy, towards their apartment’s bedroom.

“Hun, really, I’ll be fi-” Remy started, pulling his arm out of Logan’s grip. The moment he did, however, his feet caught up around each other, both illness and his much too common habit of not sleeping nearly enough stealing his balance from him as he tripped backwards.

Logan had already seen something of the sort happening, catching Remy before he had a chance to actually hit the ground. Lowering the two of them to the ground from there, Logan sighed when he realized that, as well as physically fallen, Remy had also fallen unconscious.

“An idiot.” Logan muttered to himself as he took the opportunity to rest his hand on Remy’s forehead, feeling much too hot. Fever. “I’m in love with an idiot, an utter idiot, a fool.”

Though maybe the blame didn’t fall solely on Remy this time. After all, only a moron would miss the paler-than-average skin, the way Remy had been hugging his jacket closer around him while constantly taking advil, the fact that he had been coughing so much for so long.

What could he say? Remy wasn’t exactly the role model of ‘living healthy.’ Him acting weird was normal.

But still. Logan should have noticed sooner.

Sighing, Logan removed Remy’s sunglasses as well, wincing at how badly the bruise-like bags under his eyes stood out against his sick pallor. Sick or no, it was most certainly bedtime for Remy.

The first thing Remy registered as he woke up was that he felt like hell. Which wasn’t exactly anything new- his head really had been pounding since Monday, and every day that followed had only added to his roster of symptoms: coughing, sneezing, chills, nausea. The works.

He knew he should have taken time off sooner, but he and Logan needed the money, and he had never been one to admit defeat- especially not to a stupid cold!

Remy wasn’t one hundred percent sure what the last thing that happened was, but he was pretty sure it was the ‘stupid’ cold punching him right in the gut and then laughing for a while.

So why, along with all the pain, did he feel... slightly okay?

Remy blinked open his eyes, glaring at the light that immediately assaulted them and forcing them shut again. Memories, albeit fuzzy, of his last waking interactions came with the too bright light, though they ended with what Remy was pretty sure him falling on the floor.

Did the ground always feel this soft?

Remy risked opening his eyes again, the light more manageable this time, frowning as he pressed his hands down and found them meeting strong, but not complete, resistance from whatever he was laying on, and something on top of them moved.

Oh. He was in a bed.

Remy’s frown deepened. He couldn’t be in bed! He had to get to work! He probably hadn’t even collapsed at all, just dreamed it up, stupid weak body trying to trick him into sleeping in. Well it wasn’t going to work, Remy vowed as he started to sit up, ignoring both the way his stomach flipped and his head pounded at the movement. That wasn’t going to stop him!

What was going to stop him, however, was the sudden weight that pressed against his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed. A blur of very familiar colours appeared in his line of sight, then, leaning over him while they spoke, saying something Remy couldn't completely hear but was rather sure was some form of a lecture on his lack of personal health care.

“-a reckless fool, pretending you’re not sick, not telling me; your heroic wannabe of a brother is a horrible influence on you-”

Remy fought the urge to chuckle only because he knew it would turn into a cough. Logan kept speaking, still in the descriptive nicknames part of his rant as he pressed something cool to Remy’s forehead. Even as Remy suppressed another shiver, he sighed at the relief of what he assumed to be a cold, damp rag brought to what he was finally willing to admit was his fever.

Logan stopped talking at this, just sighing as well and resting his hand on Remy’s cheek, stroking his thumb slowly across Remy’s face.

“You worried me.”

Remy pressed his cheek closer to Logan’s hand. “Sorr’babes.” He slurred.

“It’s... it’s alright, Remy, I just want to know what possessed you to make such a foolish decision.”

“’Don’t need to be sic’ to make foolish decisions.”

“More foolish than usual then.” Logan amended, and Remy snorted, immediately regretting it when the pounding in his head increased with the action. Logan paused in moving his thumb for a moment, continuing when Remy had once more settled down.

“I didn’t think t’was that bad.” Remy said quietly after a moment had passed. “Thought it was justa lil cold.”

“I know.” Logan responded. “But still. You’re my boyfriend. A particularly self-neglectful one at that. If you get sick, I want to know. Even if you think it’s nothing, or just a head cold, or anything else. It’s important to me that I can take care of you when you’re not feeling well.”

Remy didn’t say anything immediately afterwards, instead just looking at the mostly-focused blur that was his boyfriend and trying to ignore the fact that his eyes were suddenly stinging. He refused to cry over something as silly as affection, especially when it was as simple as ‘it’s important to me that I can take care of you when you’re not feeling well.’ He didn’t roll like that.

“Aw, you care.” He finally said, cooing as he smiled loopily at Logan. Logan just rolled his eyes fondly.

“For your sake, you are very lucky that I do.”

“Of course, hun.” Remy said, tone slightly more serious, though he was still too tired for much emotion outside of ‘sleepy’ and ‘sappy.’ “A’ways lucky to’ave you.”

“That you are.” Logan confirmed with a smile. The silence stretched for a few more moments before Logan murmured, “You should get some more rest.”

“Mmhmmm.” Remy hummed. More rest sounded good. It sounded very good. And so tempting to just close his eyes and let himself drift away…

Realizing that Remy was fading fast, Logan stilled his hand on Remy’s cheek, leaning in a bit so he could press a small kiss to his forehead. Remy made a small happy noise at that, and Logan patted his cheek in response. After the pat, however, Logan started to pull his hand away, mumbling quietly about starting up some soup.

Remy struggled to get his eyes open again, able to catch (to his immense disappointment) the sight of Logan shifting to stand up and head towards the kitchen. “Wait.”

Logan stopped, turning back to Remy, brow creased in concern. “Yes?”

“I-” Remy cut himself off, frowning. He looked away from his boyfriend, glanced back, looked away again. “Nevermind.”

Logan’s frown deepened as he came back over to the edge of the bed, sitting back down and brushing stray hair out of Remy’s eyes as he watched him, looking for an explanation. “What is it, darling?”

Remy shook his head, just barely. “Nothin’. Go do your thing.”

“It’s not nothing.” Logan corrected gently. “I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to take care of you. What do you need?”

“...You’ll get sick.” Remy said, slowly, hunching his shoulders a little bit in an attempt to curl into himself without moving too much.

“I’ve been with you since you got sick, sharing an apartment with you, I carried you in here after you went and collapsed, and I just kissed you.” Logan listed off. “Don’t worry about me; I’m already doomed. Right now, I’m worried about you.”

Remy finally looked back at Logan, finding his boyfriend still frowning at him, still concerned. He really didn’t deserve him.

“Stay with me?” He finally asked, voice quieter than it had been since he woke up, feeling more than a little abashed at asking. He wasn’t a clingy boyfriend, in general. He preferred the aloof angle, preferred acting like the reason he sprawled across the whole couch was to be annoying, not to ensure Logan would have to sit near to him, and the like. He didn’t ask for stupid sappy things like ‘stay with me.’

But right then and there he was sick, he was tired, and he felt as if he was positively going to die if Logan left and took all his soft warmth with him.

Logan’s frown was quickly replaced by a gentle smile at Remy’s request.

“Of course I’ll stay.” He promised easily, his hand sliding down from Remy’s hair to once more cup Remy’s cheek. “Can I at least start the soup first? I’ll be very fast, I promise.”

“Do you have to?” Remy asked, voice even quieter, almost a whimper. He didn’t know why it mattered so much to him. It would just be a minute or two. But he didn’t want Logan to go at all, even for a second.

“I don’t.” Logan soothed, his other hand moving to rub Remy’s arm. “I’ll stay right here with you, alright?”

Remy nodded his head, already feeling his eyes start to slip shut, unworried about having to stop Logan from leaving again. He vaguely recognized Logan shifting onto the bed, pulling Remy’s head into his lap, once more combing through his hair with one hand and still running a hand over Remy’s arm.

“M’sorry for bein’ so needy.” Remy slurred, quickly losing the battle against remaining conscious and not minding that much. Logan just shushed him and continued petting his arm and hair, beckoning Remy to fall asleep even faster.

“You’re tired and weakened by your illness.” Logan said factually. “It’s normal. It’s alright. Get some rest. It’ll be okay.”

Remy nodded once as he pressed his head closer to Logan’s thigh. Logan was warm and soft, and Remy felt safe with his head nestled in his lap and held close to his boyfriend. Eyes completely shut and any reason to remain awake completely eliminated, he drifted off within a minute, feeling secure and loved.

Maybe, just maybe, the next time Remy got sick, he’d let Logan know.

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sooghostwriter · 4 years

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Member/Pairing: Do Kyung Soo x OC Genre/Type: Mature, Romance, Angst, Doctor AU. Warnings: OC is married. Word count: 6,284

Summary: Kyung Soo fell in love with So Min at med school. But she wasn’t alone.

Some years later, he meets her again, but her life hasn’t changed since those days. Neither his feelings.

Chapter I

“You look very beautiful dear” Her father told her as soon as So Min approached him.

“Thanks dad, you look very handsome too”

“Well, this is the only opportunity I have to look good since the rest of the year I’m wearing a scrub” She knew what he meant. Since her father was alone at the door greeting their guests, she decided to stay there with him as his daughter and a doctor of the hospital.

As every year the hospital was celebrating its anniversary. This time it was the 20th celebration, so the party was a bit bigger than in other years. More than 200 guests, from doctors to nurses, therapists and the most important ones, donors, business partners, and people from the government,

“Our new pediatric surgeon arrives today”

“I was informed dad, your new favorite?” Her dad every year had a new favorite doctor. This new favorite didn’t get better pay or better shifts. Her dad would only talk about them at any given time, and maybe he would send them to several symposiums during the year.

“This kid is going to be good for us, not only he’s bringing all his patients but also he is becoming the best in the area”

“Where did he study?”

“Same as you, he was one year higher than you, he says he remembers you”

“Really, what’s his name?”

“Do Kyung Soo” The name rang a bell, but a very distant one. She went over all the faces of the students she met during those years, but his name could only bring one memory back.

“Ah! I remember him! Up skirt Kyung Soo!”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Yeah, he was a player back then, so everybody called him that, because that’s where his hand will end up, up the ski…”

“Yes, I understand, thank you” He said cutting her off, but still laughed.

“I didn’t know that, and I was his teacher for a year…did he…you know…with you?”

“Oh, no way dad, I was already dating my husband at that time” Her dad fixed his tie, slightly irked.

“You should have dated more” He wasn’t very fond of his son-in-law. He just never liked the idea of his daughter getting married so young, and so inexperienced.

“We are not discussing this dad, also it is too late for me to date some more” She answered playfully, already aware of her father’s opinion.

“By the way, where is he?” She did her best to keep a composed expression, a carefree one maybe.

“He had a surgery, and he will be done late, I told him to go straight home” He nodded as he greeted a new guest and then changed the subject.

“Now that you told me that about Kyung Soo, I’m going to think about it each time I see him, it’s like I just forgot all the great things about him and the only thing there is his silly nickname, is hilarious”

“Don’t tell him that I told you, I’m sure he is not like that anymore” She tried to defend her colleague. Her dad looked into the distance still laughing and shook his head.

“I doubt it, look at him” He nodded in the direction of the entrance. A smiling Kyung Soo walked in their direction, arranging his tie nervously and rubbing his hand once he was done. Suddenly, she remembered him. He looked older now, in a good way. She remembered he had a child face when they were studying, now he looked way more mature. But that was all she remembered. She didn’t remember ever talking to him.

As he stood in front of them, greeting her father first, she remembered that one of the reasons Kyung Soo got that nickname was because he was very popular. She remembered that his popularity was related to the fact that he was very handsome. And he still was. Now even more.

Her memories of him weren’t a lot. She never really looked at him twice because he was kind of a slut, and that made him already a very unattractive person for her. But now she did look twice, and it was a nice view. He was wearing a dark blue suit and a light blue shirt and a tie of the same color. His hair was perfectly arranged to make him look young but dapper. He then greeted her, shaking her hand. Apparently, her dad was about to become member number one Kyung Soo's fan club.

“I’m thrilled to finally have you here, as a member of our family, please feel at home Kyung Soo”

“Thank you, sir, this is the first time I get such a welcoming”

“Well, it’s great to have you here son, So Min why don’t you take him to his table? I have to stay here greeting our guests, I will be there in a minute” She asked Kyung Soo to follow her and he obeyed, slightly startled.

“My dad asked for you to sit with us, bear with him, he gets very excited whenever someone new arrives” He smiled politely at her but said nothing.

“You will be sitting with my parents, my uncle who also works at the hospital and my husband and I” They had already reached the table where her mom was chatting with her uncle. Kyung Soo stood next to her making a face. She could describe it as surprised, although it looked like something more.

“You…you are married?”

“Yeah” She answered with the smile that the subject brought to her face.

“You got married? When? With who?” Those were normal questions to ask, but his tone wasn’t normal, it made her a bit defensive.

“I got married four years ago, with my boyfriend”

“Sung Wook?” “Yeah, you know him?” He nodded, looking around the room, his lips forming a straight line.

“Well, yeah, a married him”

“He is not here? He works at the hospital?”

“No, he doesn’t, he is a plastic surgeon, he works at the Generic Hospital, he is working now” Kyung Soo kept silent looking at her left hand.

“Congratulations” He broke the silence sitting at the table. She stood there, not sure what to do. Her seat was next to him, but he looked kind of angry and she wasn’t looking forward to a sulking partner. They both remained silent. So Min got an unfriendly aura from him. She couldn’t understand why. He looked so cheerful when he arrived.

Once dinner was served, her dad took Kyung Soo’s attention. He looked more friendly talking to her dad. Her dad asked him everything about his internship at the Mayo Clinic and kept repeating how happy he was to have him there, after all, the Hospital was opening a pediatric intensive care unit because of his arrival. She was sure her dad was very close to call the PICU 'The Do Kyung Soo PICU’. Her dad included her in the conversation, but Kyung Soo never reached her with his words. She shouldn’t care. She was talking with him for the first time. Which was the thing that bothered her the most. Why so much hostility in a first meeting?

After the dessert, there were some speeches, some greetings, and a celebrated welcoming to the superb Pediatric Surgeon Do Kyung Soo. It shocked her to see that he could smile.

After everything was said she got a text from her husband offering her a ride. She accepted gladly. It was close to midnight, she was full of food, her heels were hurting her feet and she had patients to attend tomorrow. She bid goodbye to her parents, uncle and Kyung Soo.

“See you tomorrow I guess” She told him to which he only nodded.

Sung Wook was waiting for her in the car. She greeted her with a kiss on the cheek when she got in.

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes, it was nice, my dad was very happy, especially with the new surgeon, Do you remember Do Kyung Soo?” He pursed his lips thoughtfully.

“I do, Up Skirt Kyung Soo”

“You also remember that nickname?” He laughed with her, making her heart warm.

“I do, but it was an unfair nickname, he had a friend back then, Chanyeol, remember him? tall, big ears, he works at Bussan now, well, he told me that a girl he rejected started the rumor that he was a player, and he never bothered to deny it”

“I remember Chanyeol, so he is not upskirt…Anyway I don’t remember ever talking to him back then”

“He wasn’t very talkative” The conversation moved from Kyung Soo to the dinner party and his day at work. Once they arrived home, everything was said. They moved around their house in silence. Not comfortable silence, but a rather heavy silence. She was too conscious of the lack of conversation.

It made the time between arriving home and going to sleep incredibly long and silent. Sometimes boring.

She knew they were facing something in their relationship. She didn’t know what to call it. The camaraderie they had was gone. They didn’t fight. But they didn’t laugh either. At least not as often as they used to. She kept repeating to herself that at least they weren’t fighting, so they didn’t hate each other, they were still respectful to each other. But it didn’t make it easier.

She missed the past. Her previous relationship with Sung Wook. When she looked forward to arriving home. When he called her during his free time for a little chat about anything. A couple of months ago she gave herself an ultimatum. If things are still like this next week, we are going to couples therapy.

But that never happened.

She never had the guts to tell him so, because whenever she looked at him, he looked alright. He didn’t look worried, sad, or tired of her. He looked just like always.

So maybe the issue was only in her head.

When Kyung Soo saw her, he felt time stop for a long minute. He was a man of science and he knew that was impossible. But as a man of science, he knew about Premature ventricular contractions, what people called skip a beat.

And that's what happened to him when he met her.

He was in his third year, assisting one of his teachers at the physiology lab. They were going to analyze lung and heart tissue. A very simple class. His teacher asked him if he could lead the class because he was exhausted after 9 hours in the OR. Kyung Soo couldn’t say no to his tired eyes, so he moved around the lab as his teacher sat at his desk. He was talking with one of the students when he heard a loud thud and a scream. He looked to the front of the lab, and his teacher was lying on the floor unconscious. He dashed to the front, but someone beat him. One of the students kneeled next to him and began applying CPR as the other students stood in shock. He was in shock too, but not because of his teacher.

With firm arms, she pressed on his chest rhythmically, as the room went silent in fear and surprise he could hear her breathing and grunts.

“Someone call an ambulance!” She shouted, looking at him with a frown and sweat forming on her forehead.

That’s when his heart had a premature ventricular contraction.

Thanks to her, their teacher survived the heart attack.

But Kyung Soo was sure he was developing a heart disease.

Every time he saw her, he felt a current of electricity under his skin and around his body.

With time it got more and more frustrating.

So Min wasn’t single.

She was very much in love with her boyfriend, Sung Wook. They were together most of the time, he owned her laughs and her stares. Kyung Soo was glad they were one year apart, so he didn’t have to see them together all the time. But even knowing that she wasn’t single, he kept looking at her and searching for her. He didn’t know how to explain the way he was attracted to her. She looked beautiful in his eyes, the way she walked always made him stop and look at her. He could recognize her voice in the multitude. But her words were never directed at him. And all the years they shared the same faculty they never exchanged more than a greeting. She was friendly, and very welcoming, but he was protecting himself.

He knew that a simple conversation with her could finish building the foundations of his feelings. But what use it have if she was already dating? He knew they could still be friends, but he never liked suffering just for the feel of it.

He wasn’t that admirable.

But there were way too many opportunities for them to meet. He stopped assisting his teacher but ran into her at the voluntary work they did in small hospitals in the countryside.

It was terrible to learn that she was so giving with her time. That she was conscious of her privilege and decided to give back. She preferred to spend time with the patients of the different hospitals instead of her boyfriend.

A year passed since he met her and every day he wished them to break up. He hated having those thoughts. Nothing, absolutely nothing assured him that even if they broke up, she would pay attention to him. She didn’t do it now, why would that change even if she was single?

So Min was done with that morning’s patients. Her stomach was calling for her attention, asking for food and it wanted an immediate solution. The fastest option was the coffee shop downstairs with their overpriced sandwiches. She was done selecting her lunch and dessert, about to pay, when someone slid their card in front of her.

“Charge her order with mine please” Kyung Soo was standing next to her, smiling at the cashier.

“You don’t have to” She tried to stop him.

“Please let me” Since she never interacted with him back at med school she knew nothing about him. So his stare shook her when he rather ordered than asked her to accept his invitation. She couldn’t say no, it looked like he would get mad if she did. He ordered a sandwich for himself and a bottle of orange juice and they waited for the order around the counter.

“I should be the one inviting you, as a welcoming meal” She said, crossing her arms in front of her.

“I was the rude one last night, this is my apology”

“You don’t need to, although it was strange” Kyung Soo looked at his hands and then her.

“I don’t have an explanation, but it wasn’t related to you, sorry,” He said, looking away.

“Ok, as long as you don’t hate me for no reason”

“I don’t! Of course, I don’t” It made her very happy to hear that. She hated the idea of being judged and liked the idea of having another friendly colleague, so she offered her hand, so they could greet properly.

Kyung Soo stared at her hand slightly shocked. He was over his crush, but for some reason, touching her hand now sounded so incredible. Like shaking the hand of a long-time idol. He grasped her hand softly, his body language incredibly formal. But the formality was cut short when they were informed that their sandwiches were warmed up. They grabbed their food and sat at one of the few free tables.

She didn’t have hard feelings with him. He must have his reasons, and she wasn’t going to ask him what those reasons were.

He didn’t explain himself either, only apologized. Which was good enough for her.

“So you are a General Surgeon, that’s good”

“It’s not, but thank you” He giggled almost choking with his drink.

“Too hard?”

“I can’t complain, I knew how it was going to be, I’m lucky I have no children, and my husband is a doctor too, so he gets it” He coughed softly and took a big bite of his sandwich.

“You are a pediatric surgeon, you don’t get it easier than me”

“I don’t have children nor husband, or wife for that matter, so…” So he was free to slave himself with work.

“Good for you Kyung Soo, how was your first day at work?”

“Good so far, a lot of doctors came to greet me, the team at the PICU is great”

“You got nurse Kim” He lit up at the name.

“Nurse Kim Junmyeon?! Yeah, he is great”

“You took him away from me, thank you” She joked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“At least Jae Yi, his wife, stayed with us” Kyung Soo looked at her with big round eyes, his sandwich halfway to his mouth.

“Is everyone here married?!” The people seated around them reacted to his shout, some laughing, some a bit startled. Kyung Soo noticed the small ruckus he caused and apologized.

“He got married a couple of months ago, he didn’t tell you? That’s weird, whenever he can, he brings up his wedding, or how his wife proposed, or how great his wife is”

“They met here?”

“Yeah, they arrived the same year, A couple of months after that I found them kissing on the stairs” She laughed at the memory, Junmyeon's cheeks red as apples, and Jae Yi laughing at his cute reaction was a fun and adorable memory.

“The hospital is not against that kind of relationships?” So, Surgeon Do was checking his privileges as a doctor uh?

“No, keeps the morale up I guess, As long as they don’t fight in the OR, everything is fine” He giggled again, he had an easy laugh apparently, and she was known for being funny, so they could have a good work relationship. Kyung Soo was going to ask something, but her phone interrupted him. A 40-year-old man with a broken leg and a shoulder injury had just arrived.

+++

Kyung Soo was amazed at how quickly his old crush came back.

When he finished his studies, he just never saw her again. They didn’t have the same circles of friends, both of them didn’t have social media and he never got her number.

One day he just didn’t see her anymore. And since he was so busy learning how to work in a hospital and survive as a doctor, he didn’t have time to think about her. At least not every day. And now she was there, now they were co-workers. And the crush was back, stronger than ever.

They ran into each other all the time. Their offices were on the same floor and they met often at the ER. It went from 0 to 10 pretty fast and Kyung Soo didn’t know what to do. He laughed with her, shared meals, and discussed cases with her. But always made sure to not look at her hand. Her left hand was forbidden. Luckily, she always took off her ring at work.

Kyung Soo felt weirdly happy to know that she was working in such a good environment.

People made fun of her for being the daughter of the owner of the hospital, but always in a friendly way. She always fooled around with her collages telling them that she was going to talk with her dad to get them fired.

He was getting along with everyone too. The fact that So Min was with him really helped. She did the introductions, and before people could judge him by his serious face, the other doctors and nurses had accepted him.

He was very thankful. It was always hard for him to make a good first impression. His student life was filled with people who didn’t approach him since his stare was so particular due to his bad eyesight.

“Kyung Soo, I’m hungry!, let’s go to eat” Like a clock, So Min appeared at his door at lunch time.

“I already ate, I have a conference in 15 minutes” He sounded maybe way too disappointed, he wanted to have a meal with her. He suspected that she could appear, but that conference was mandatory. Kyung Soo hated how quickly he learned her itinerary. She had breakfast after her morning rounds and a snack in between patients. She always finished lunch with an espresso with a lot of sugar and during the night shift, she had a meal at 9 and then another at 1 am. His knowledge was heavily centered on food because those were the times when they spent time together.

Kyung Soo hated the way he reacted to finding her again.

But loved how she was already calling him a friend.

++++

Kyung Soo enjoyed his time at the ER. It worked perfectly, the nurses were great partners and all the doctors worked with a lot of respect for their patients and their colleagues.

He was on his way to the night duty room for a 30-minute nap when he ran into So Min talking with a family. It was a bit past midnight, so she was probably just out of a surgery.

“Thank you so much Doctor Jung, thank you so much” Someone who looked like the mom held her hands as the rest bowed at her.

“I just did my part, your daughter was also very brave, she is going to spend the night at the ICU, so you should all go home and rest”

“Doctor Jung” A man who was probably the father, spoke.

“I wanted to thank you for giving us your services, thanks to that we are going to be able to pay for the treatment of our daughter without risking our business, thank you so much”

“Please don’t mention it, now everyone go home and rest, I’m going to check on your daughter often during the night” So Min fidgeted with her hands, growing a bit uncomfortable with so many compliments, and also looked very tired after a 5-hour surgery. He waited until the family left to walk to her.

“Good work Doctor Jung”

“Kyung Soo, you have the night shift too?”

“Yeah, did you eat anything?” She shook her head, taking off her cap. He invited her to the lounge room for a cup of ramen and she accepted.

He prepared a ramen for her and a cup of coffee for him. He looked at her eat and when he noticed that her face looked a bit brighter, he spoke to her.

“So Min, May I ask you something?” She said yes, slurping her noodles.

“When was the last time you got paid for your work?” The changes in her face were so fun to watch. A bit of shock, then trying to avoid his eyes so she could come up with a good excuse, and then a bit of sassiness.

“None of your business Kyung Soo” He didn’t need a better answer, that was a confirmation. Junmyeon and Jae Yi commented once about how she would work for free depending on the situation of the family. And once by accident he heard a family commenting on how the doctor was working for free in the surgery of their sister.

“You are amazing” He thought out loud.

“It’s nothing amazing, is not that big of a deal and my husband takes care of me, so I don’t need that much money” She chuckled, finishing her ramen.

And as always, every reminder about her marriage twisted his stomach.

That night at the ER was an active one. It was raining outside which translated to way too many accidents and people slipping on the streets. By morning he was tired, hungry, and for some reason cranky. Before leaving, So Min came to his office to drop off some food and wish him a good day of sleep. He wished her the same and waited until she was gone to drop on his chair with a long sigh. He wished she could be the one who made things easier for him.

When she arrived home, Sung Wook was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee between his hands. He looked tired and worried. He noticed her arrival only when she was standing in front of him.

“Is everything ok?" She asked, bathed in fear. She had had nightmares that started like this. The tension from the past months was about to burst, she felt it.

“I couldn’t sleep last night, we need to talk” She was speechless. Her ears were buzzing, and her hands went numb.

“I want your opinion on something, we are married and I feel like this is a you and me issue”

“Tell me” She was able to utter those two words.

“I was offered an opportunity to go to Switzerland for two months to do some studying, a colleague got in touch with me, and you know over there surgeons are one of the best, there are a lot of procedures that I could learn first-hand, not just through videos, I could make a lot of great connections and…” So Min interrupted him grabbing his hand across the table.

“Why are you trying to convince me? You want to do this, do it”

“Can I?”

“If you are asking for my permission, you shouldn’t, if you are asking for my opinion, which you should, my opinion is that you should do it” Sung Wook got up and came to hug her resting his chin on top of her head. It had been a long time since he hugged her like that. They kept quiet for a while. His hug wasn’t tight, and neither was hers. It was warm, it was always warm and familiar, but not tight.

“So Min, are you sure I should go?”

“I am”

“Even with what we are going through?” Something close to horror ran down her back. This was the first time he acknowledged their distancing. That there was something that it wasn’t clicking between them.

“If it’s an issue, I’m not going”

“Babe, you have to go, It’s a great opportunity for you…and maybe…maybe is good for us, to miss each other” He grabbed her head between his hands, looking at her warmly.

“Thank you”

“Don’t thank me” He kissed her forehead and hugged her again before going to the bathroom and finishing getting ready for work. As she changed into her pajamas, she couldn’t shake off the thought of why he didn’t kiss her. For a couple of months now every touch he gave her was closer to what you would expect from a father or a brother. Not a lover.

He left for Berne the following week. She reprogrammed a Colostomy just so she could go with him to the airport. He finally kissed her once it was time to leave. The kiss was passionate this time, catching her by surprise. A faint spark lighted up in her chest, giving her some assurance.

His trip was probably what their marriage needed.

+++++

“It’s weird because I could tell you that it feels like I’m back to being single, but I was never single, so I don’t know how that feels”

“Are you bragging that you were so popular that you always had a boyfriend?” Jae Yi commented lifting an eyebrow, getting a giggle from her husband.

“No, but I always had Sung Wook, I never lived alone I went from my parent's house to our house”

“I can understand that, I also went from my parents’ house to my wife’s apartment” Years had taught her to comprehend Junmyeon talking through his mouth full of food. Kyung Soo also reacted to his bad manners, rolling his eyes, bothered.

“So as I was saying, it’s weird, but I like it…I get why young women don’t want to get married” Her joke was received by a soft giggle from Junmyeon and a concerned look from Jae Yi. She knew what was going on in her marriage.

“You don’t cook, what are you eating?” Kyung Soo asked her.

“Delivery and frozen” He frowned at her, she knew a bit of nagging was on her way.

“If you are experiencing singledom for two months, learn how to cook”

“Not interested, and also, I’m here most of the time, and the meals here are great” He shook his head, looking annoyed, but she knew he was just messing with her.

That day, after a short but intense appendectomy where a nurse student faded mid-procedure, she was free and ready to go home. It was almost midnight. She went to pick up her bag at her office and found Kyung Soo waiting for her at the door.

“Doctor! What are you doing there?”

“Are you done with work?” He followed her inside her shared office.

“Yes, I’m done, you?”

“Same, I’m going to drive you home” Her happiness was real. She thanked him profusely and quickly grabbed her things to not make him wait.

On their way to her house, they talked about their days and what awaited them the next day. He dropped her at her door, wished her good night, and then drove away. She got inside her house, put on some music, and drank a cup of tea in the living room, giving herself some time to relax before bed.

That first week of being alone at home was just working, resting at home, and enjoying Kyung Soo 's company at work and now after work.

++++++

Kyung Soo hated when people didn’t listen to him when he was just trying to help and also, was right. So Min was an expert doing that. She never listened to his advice. It was very charming. Telling her 'I told you so' and getting a cute gesture with her nose. Just when he arrived at her office early in the morning with coffee he heard breaking glass and a loud curse.

“No, my favorite cup!” She cried out bringing her hands to her chest. It was probably a gift from her husband.

“One of my patients gave it to me, she painted it herself” He smiled at that, but freaked out immediately when he saw her get on her knees to clean the broken cup.

“So Min, I will clean it, I am wearing leather gloves” Of course she didn’t listen to him. And as he came closer to her to clean with her, he found her grabbing her finger.

“You cut your finger didn’t you?” She pouted and showed him her index finger. She got a small, bleeding cut just on the tip of her finger. He sighed heavily, joking, and told her to sit down so he could take care of her. The cut was almost nothing, but fingers liked to bleed. He put some ointment and then a cat-themed Band-Aid.

“You don’t have a normal one?” Kyung Soo pointed at his ID.

“It says Pediatric there, of course I don’t have a normal one” She giggled and accepted the Band-Aid. In a moment of pure stupidity, that’s the only way he could describe it, he kept a hold of her hand, examining her wedding band.

"I can't believe you got married" He commented, giving free will to his mouth.

"Why is it so hard to believe?" He wished she hadn’t heard him, but how not to? They were very close, in a rather small room. He felt as if she had just found something secret about him.

“No, it's just you are very young” He covered up, looking down at her hand, releasing it slowly.

“Oh I see, you are one of those who see marriage as a prison”

“Yeah, sorry” He lied. He wasn’t one of those.

He craved marriage.

That day he also drove her home. Although he had to wait for her for at least an hour. But he could never say no to spend 15 minutes with her.

He wasn’t proud of recognizing that he was taking advantage of the absence of her husband. Not only to spend more time with her but also, his absence translated into her talking way less about him.

Kyung Soo was in heaven with their short but constant interactions at work. Her presence had his feelings loose. He laughed more and also suffered a bit more, but he wasn’t a man who focused on the negative. He sought for their encounters, careful to not make her feel uncomfortable, but always ready for lunch or some rest in between duties. But all that wasn’t just because he wanted to see her because he liked her. Before arriving at this hospital he was driven by work. And if he wasn’t working, he was studying. Nothing else occupied his mind. Now it was so different. He woke up thinking about her. About what could they eat or talk about. Every day he worked on building up the nerve to ask her out for drinks but never did it. But he had waited a lot and could keep waiting. Although he wasn’t sure what was he waiting for. Her ring was still there.

+++++++

“Kyung Soo, I have a Colectomy in an hour but our resident had an emergency, and no one can assist me now, could you help me?” Kyung Soo was leaving the hospital when he got her call. He turned around quickly and jumped into the elevator. She was already at the OR preparing for the operation.

“I’m so sorry, I could do this by myself, but I had a hard morning, so I could need some help”

“Don’t worry, it’s my pleasure, tell me about the patient” So Min informed him about the procedure as they got ready for the surgery.

She was secretly wishing to be with him in the operating room. Nurse Kim didn’t shut up about what a great surgeon he was. And also, she wanted to see if his calm manners and soft movements translated into a peaceful and efficient OR.

And it did. He assisted her very naturally, his hands were wherever she needed them, without her saying anything. Always collaborating, but never taking over. His voice brought a lot of calm to the room and since everybody already knew him, he worked comfortably.

They finished on schedule, no small fires, and a successful surgery.

She went to inform the family about the results and then met Kyung Soo outside the recovery room.

“Everything alright?” She asked him as he took off his mask and gloves.

“Perfect, very beautiful suture, he is still sleeping” She thanked him for the compliment and noticed something in his face.

“Why are your cheeks so rosy and shiny?” He jolted and looked at her completely lost.

“They are?” He stuttered, touching his face. Jae Yi stood next to them on her way to the recovery room.

“Yeah, we just finished surgery, why do you look like this?” She gestured shaking her hand in front of his face.

“Pretty boy privilege” She commented to Jae Yi.

“Your husband has the same privilege” The nurse nodded, agreeing with her friend.

“You think I’m pretty?” Kyung Soo said, pointing at himself, incredulous.

“Yeah, you and nurse Kim always look good no matter what, that’s pretty boy privilege” Kyung Soo bowed at them shyly, making them giggle at his cuteness.

“Speaking about the devil, is your husband done? The four of us could go for food, on me” Jae Yi texted her husband and immediately got a response.

“He is getting ready to leave, I’m also done, let’s meet at your office in thirty” She agreed and walked to her office.

“Pretty boy, let’s go” So Min called Kyung Soo when she noticed that he was stuck in his spot. He looked as if he had just woken up from a dream.

In their way to her office, Kyung Soo ran into one of his patients going on a walk with her mom. She shouted Kyung Soo’s name and came to him hugging his knees tightly.

“Bora! You are here, how’s your tummy?” The little girl lifted her pajama showing a clean bandage and a sticker of a happy face.

“It’s ok, the happy face is still there see?”

“I see, well done” He patted her head softly and tickled her behind her ear.

“I’m very obedient doctor, tell my mom I am, so she buys me something nice” Kyung Soo promised that he was going to, caressing the girl’s head, getting a bubbly giggle from her. She signaled him to come closer, covering her mouth, ready to share a secret with him. Kyung Soo did as she instructed and adopted a serious stand, taking the girl's secret as a serious matter. Once she was done, Kyung Soo shook her hand and patted her little shoulder with his other hand.

“Deal Bora, we will do that” She nodded and dashed to her mom’s side. Kyung Soo stood up and waved at her as he kept walking.

“Doctor Do!” The little girl shouted, making them both turn around.

“Have a good night, I love you!” Kyung Soo broke into a shy laugh. His entire face transformed into this twelve-year-old child. His eyes were now crescent moons, his cheeks looked rounder and shinier than before, his lips took this adorable shape, unique and charming. He was now as adorable and huggable as his patients.

She was sure that she had seen him smile like that before. She always got a smile from him with one of her bitchy comments. But for some reason now she felt different.

So Min was stunned by his beautiful smile.

TBC

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· 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞

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⧼ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ; 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ⧽

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· anaphora ⧼ ⚘ ♱ ⧽⧼ 15k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : royalty , forbidden relationship

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Rather than living without your love, Yuta would prefer to die out of hatred. Once at a banquet the man you were willing to devote yourself to, but due the split of the kingdoms, you can no longer promise forever to him like you did the night under the moonlight in the conservator

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𝐐𝐈𝐀𝐍 · 𝐊𝐔𝐍

· vitriolic ⧼ ♱ ⧽⧼ 1.5k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : yandere

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Kun’s smile is like sunshine shining through the curtains after a night where rain poured from the dark sky. Kun’s eyes are like dark skies where rain pours down from after the sun disappears behind the clouds.

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𝐊𝐈𝐌 · 𝐃𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

· with love ⧼ ⚘ ♱ ⧽⧼ 5.8k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : parenthood

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Each week Juna has to change homes because her parents are no longer together after suffering from a miscarriage. However, she is determined to bring them together again..., little does she know sleep will interrupt her plan halfway through.

· anoetic ⧼ ⚘ ♱ ⧽⧼ 15k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : soloist , hidden relationship , breakup , exes to ...

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : The record is new, the songs that play old and the message overdue. Kim Doyoung, once your summer sun, now an empty silhouette draped in noirceur in your apartment. You’re his remedy.

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𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 · 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

· secret taste ⧼ ⚘ ♱ ☾ ⧽⧼ discontinued ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : youtuber

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : To provide creative content on a YouTube channel, Jung Jaehyun and y/n are two test subjects. Unlike the useless gadgets you can buy on the home-shopping channel, they are given the opportunity to test out the most sensual lifestyle products together.

· monologue ⧼ ⚘ ♱ ⧽⧼ 3.1k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : platonic breakup

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Jaehyun never introduced himself as anything more than your best friend, not even when your newly found love interest entered the room. Jaehyun never told you about his feelings, and he never will.

· back 2 u ⧼ ⚘ ⧽⧼ 1.3k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : long distance

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Not even distance can stop Jaehyun from coming back to you,

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𝐊𝐈𝐌 · 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐎

· jungwoof ⧼ ⚘ ⧽⧼ 1.3k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : boyfriend!Jungwoo

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Jungwoo is ready for the next step in your relationship, a puppy. You might still be unsure about it, but 24/7 Jungwoo whines for the two of you to get one, which results in you giving him the nickname ‘Jungwoof’.

· colourized ecru ⧼ ⚘ ♱ ⧽⧼ 25.8k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : soulmate , magical library

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : “Pick a colour” said lady Cyan who was strangely familiar. Your fingertip had endlessly trailed over the palette, and you picked ecru. Every day that goes by: you sit under the Daimyo oak that protects five little daisies, little did you know one of the five daisies is willing to give you a “loves me” or “loves me not” with Jungwoo, the boy from the enchanted soulmate library.

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𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆 · 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐇𝐄𝐈

· rouge ⧼ ⚘ ♱ ⧽⧼ 1.5k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : exes to lovers

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : A month after you and Lucas decided to take a halt in your relationship, he shows up at your door with lipstick in his hand, claiming it was yours. And to prove that it’s, in fact, yours, he’s up to do some silly shit.

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𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 · 𝐃𝐄𝐉𝐔𝐍

· idyllic ⧼ ⚘ ⧽⧼ 1k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : no specified au

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Xiaojun never believed love was everlasting, not even with you by his side. Sometimes he would rather linger forever and not let go until all the scenery has been admired. Perhaps, after all, it’s you who will watch life flow by with him.

𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆 · 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐍

· efflorescent ⧼ ⚘ ⧽⧼ 1.4k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : boyfriend!Renjun , symbolic soulmates

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : All through your childhood, you and Renjun shared a drawing of a flower, one that you’d call the soulmate flower. Through the years, your relationship bloomed like a flower, and the soulmate tattoos you’d always dreamed of, finally become reality.

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𝐋𝐄𝐄 · 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎

· tingles with y/n ⧼ ⚘ ⧽⧼ 1 ; 2 ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : asmr-tist

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : JSMR is an ASMR-providing YouTube channel, run by Lee Jeno. Thousands of people fall asleep to his tingling videos, and in the following episodes, you’re there to assist him.

· cynosure ⧼ ⚘ ♱ ⧽⧼ 17k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : contract killer

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Contact-killer Jeno finds himself lurking between twenty possible perpetrators. One mission-based game with only few chances to save y/n, if it’s not too late that is. Only one gets to be the last man standing, but who will be the lucky cynosure?

· the couple interview ⧼ ⚘ ⧽⧼ interview ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : boyfriend!Jeno

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : If Jeno were to answer the questions of a couple q&a, which answers would he give about his y/n and their relationship? Which words does he use and what do his feelings say?

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𝐋𝐄𝐄 · 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐂𝐊

· essence ⧼ ⚘ ♱ ⧽⧼ 13.8k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : soulmates

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : In a world where soulmates are the most regular thing, Donghyuck is gifted with two timers instead of one. One counts down to the day he meets you, as the other counts down to the last day you have together.

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𝐋𝐈𝐔 · 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆

· dwale ⧼ ⚘ ⧽⧼ 1.5k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : college roommates , best friends

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Who said waking up for a midnight snack wasn’t healthy, especially compared to Yangyang’s roommate who is trying to study when the clock is ticking its way to the morning. Luckily, like the good roommate he is, he takes care of you.

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𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 · 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐄

· shine on me ⧼ ♱ ⧽⧼ 674 words ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : breakup

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Another phone call ended after an abrupt argument: he never had time for your love, you never had time to attend his concerts.

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 · 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

· floret ⧼ ♱ ⧽⧼ 2.3k ⧽

⠀ · 𝐚𝐮 : royalty , gardener

⠀ · 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Prince Jisung watches as florists bring flowers to the castle each week: rather than the flowers, his eyes catch y/n. Prince Chenle makes them meet again on an unexpected moment, but the right moment to start a blooming love story.

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bat-famzine · 4 years

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Jason’s attention was split. A small speaker rested on the counter behind him, the rising and falling voice of a narrator flowing from it as they read The Andromeda Evolution to the room. Below him on the counter he worked dough, kneading it with growing confidence. His apron, the counter, and the floor were all dusted with flour, spread in a mess he was not looking forward to cleaning up.

As the narrator moved into a long technical explanation Jason’s mind wandered back to the dough under his palms. It had been a long time since he’d made rolls from scratch, or any bread beyond quick easy ones-- like those that were just a batter thrown in a loaf pan and baked-- so he’d been nervous when he’d decided that if he was going to do this, he’d do it right. Still, his hands and arms remembered the repetitive push and pull of working the dough, even if the last time he’d done it was when he’d been a kid.

When he’d lived at the manor, it had become somewhat of a tradition for Jason to help with the rolls. He figured Alfred set him to them because kneading took such energy, but he’d loved it all the same. He loved cooking in general. More than that, he’d loved that it seemed to bring everyone together. He and Alfred, and then on holidays where there was much to be done, Bruce would join them for the easier tasks and chatting.

He smiled at those memories, holidays had been much quieter when he was Robin than what he was expecting today. The family had grown so much since then.

His smile turned down and he rolled his eyes, they were all still idiots though, nothing would change that. If not, he’d be in the kitchen at the manor helping Alfred cook and not settled into his own apartment with far too little counter space for all his needs.

The narrator moved from their technical description back to the team in the jungle and Jason let thoughts of family past and present fall away as he listened. He rolled the dough into a loose ball and moved to get his greased bowl, depositing the dough into it, and covering the whole thing with a towel before setting it aside to rise.

As Jason set it down, the doorbell rang. He tapped pause on the app playing the book and wiped his hands on his apron before moving to the door. When he opened it a burst of chilly air washed over him.

“Heya, Squirt.” Jason said to a somewhat anxious looking Damian standing at his doorway.

He scowled at the nickname, anxiety falling away as his obligation to be irritated with any name beyond his given taking precedence over worries. His arms were crossed across his chest against the cold, making him look small and alone in the doorway.

Jason stepped back, smiling at the kid, “Come on in.”

Damian hurried inside, and stopped short, looking around the apartment utterly bedecked in pumpkins, leaves, and crackling candles. Jason let his grin grow at Damian’s surprise.

“What, did you think I’d invite you over for Thanksgiving and not roll out the red carpet?”

Damian turned on him, “I was under the impression that most people do not decorate for Thanksgiving.”

Jason shrugged, closing the door, “I’m not most people. Besides, it’s not every day I’m the one having family over for a holiday.”

“Then you did not only invite me?” It was a question, sharp enough to say he knew the answer.

He wagged a finger at Damian, and moved back towards the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “Come on, I didn’t have you come early so you could loiter at the door.”

“Todd.” Damian demanded, stomping after him, “What kind of plan have you cooked up this time?”

Jason was already busy, pulling an assortment of fruit out of the fridge to set on one of the counters, “I’m going to need to you slice all of this into bite size bits for the fruit salad.”

“Jason.”

It was the use of his name, and the worry in Damian’s voice that made Jason turn his full attention onto his youngest brother. The anxious look Damian had on his face when he’d been at the door was back, more obvious this time than last.

“If you have invited everyone then I will not be able to--”

“Stop that.” Jason said, interrupting him, “This is why it’s me hosting this year, because you lot all got it in your heads that it would be better if everyone celebrated without you.”

“You lot?” Damian asked, brows knit, “Do you mean to say that I was not the only one to have claimed alternate plans to Father?”

Jason nodded. He’d called Alfred a week ago to confirm Thanksgiving plans and see when he was expected to arrive and learned that everyone had mysterious ‘other engagements’. A few calls later and Jason had learned that each and every one of his siblings had opted out of the holiday festivities in an attempt to make the day better for someone else, leaving Bruce and Alfred alone. The lot of them were self sacrificing to a fault. On Thanksgiving of all days. The idiots.

“Thanksgiving is about family.” Jason said, tossing an apple at Damian, “Peel those before you slice them,” he added three more to the growing stack of fruit on the counter, “Family and time spent being thankful you’ve got them in your life, and I’m not letting any of you skip out because we’ve all got the conversation skills of rocks.”

Damian still hadn’t moved, apple cradled in his hands, “If I had known...I did not wish Father and Pennyworth to be alone.” his voice was tight, slightly strained like he was fighting with emotions.

Jason moved over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, “It’s alright. It’s sorted and everyone’s coming over.” he grinned at Damian, “Alfred and I will make sure of that. I’ve got the adults bringing stuff, so pull your weight and help me out.”

They worked in tandem, Damian following Jason’s instructions as he gave them, and showing a lot of promise in the kitchen. Jason made a mental note to have the kid help him more often when the opportunity presented itself. To avoid too much silence Jason switched the book on his speaker to something he knew Damian was interested in. They listened and worked together as a new voice filled the room, spinning tales of fantastic events.

When another knock at the door resounded above the narrator’s voice, Jason paused it.

“That’ll be Dick. Get the door for me?” he said, checking on now risen dough.

He smiled to himself as he heard Dick’s surprised exclamation and rolled his eyes at Damian’s playful complaints of being “worked to the bone”. The two chatted with animated voices while Jason finished rolling individual rolls and setting them aside for their second rise. He turned just in time for Damian to lead Dick into the kitchen, the man carrying a large bowl of mashed potatoes.

“Now I see why you told me to bring enough for ten.” he said, grinning, “What’d you do, team up with Alfred to plot all this?”

Jason grinned at him and winked, making Dick choke on a laugh, “I should have known. Careful or you’ll be hosting every year.”

It was a warning Jason wasn’t sure he’d heed. Even with the few of them there, the feeling of the day was warm and comforting. He found himself looking forward to the chaos sure to fill his little apartment in a way he hadn’t looked forward to anything in a long time.

Everyone else filtered in slowly after that. Tim, Cass, and Steph came together having bumped into one another on the way bringing drinks and stuffing. Then Duke with a casserole looking much like something Alfred had made.

People milled around, Tim hijacked Jason’s speaker and started playing music, and Damian (now protective of the kitchen and his place helping) shooed out anyone trying to sneak an early bite of dinner. It was a tight fit in Jason’s apartment, but comfortable. And everyone was smiling, despite all the worries of “If I’m here I’ll fight with them” and “It would be more peaceful if I did not come”. Jason fully expected some kind of spat to happen at some point, but what was a family gathering without a little bit of mess?

Jason left his youngest brother stirring the gravy to greet Bruce and Alfred when they arrived. Each carried one of Alfred’s famous pies. Alfred had a delighted twinkle in his eye and Bruce looked startled but happy.

“I never doubted you for a moment.” Alfred said, patting Jason on the shoulder before taking Bruce’s pie from him and moving to the kitchen to leave them together.

When they were alone Bruce cast his eyes around the group, “You got everyone together?”

“Alfred helped.” Jason said.

“But you spearheaded it.”

Jason shrugged, at a loss for words. Which was silly, it wasn’t like he’d done anything huge or dug them out single handedly from rubble or something. He’d just tricked everyone into coming over for Thanksgiving dinner.

“Thanks.” Bruce said, and tugged him into a hug, “It’s good to have everyone together.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Old Man.” Jason said clearing his throat of the sudden tightness there, “Alfred threatened not to bake at all if the whole family didn’t come.”

This made his dad laugh, “Nothing motivates like Alfred’s pies.”

“We should try bribing criminals with them.” Jason said.

“Todd!” Damian’s head poked from the kitchen, his nose was smeared with what could be either mashed potatoes or whipped cream, “Your assistance is required in the kitchen.” his eyes caught onto Bruce, “Oh, hello, Father.”

“Damian.” Bruce nodded, “You’ve got a bit of uh.” he motioned to his nose.

Damian’s eyes just about crossed to look at his nose before he wiped a hand across it, “It is Drake’s fault. Both of you come, or the whole meal will be ruined.”

Jason waved him back in, and turned back to Bruce, “That’s our cue, ready to go save the day?”

Bruce nodded, “Lead the way.”

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batgirl #alfred pennyworth #duke thomas #fanzine #batfamily #batfam

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starswornoaths · 5 years

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Prompt 10: Foster

Little Minfilia only ever felt the sense that she was not enough. The siblings Arcbane seek to change that

Or:

In this house we love and support found family.

Word count: 1,396

Serella didn’t need to have come from an abusive home to recognize abusive behavior. She hated that she recognized it in the way Thancred treated Minfilia.

For some time now, at least since the bloody banquet, she had lamented that the lighthearted closeness she had shared with the rogue had been lost— though seeing how differently he carried himself now, with some years under his belt away from everyone, she wondered how much of himself had been lost to his grief.

Much as she wanted nothing more than to scruff him by the back of his collar and beat some godsdamned sense into him for his mistreatment of the poor girl, she knew such action might inspire more retaliation against Minfilia. Though she knew (or rather, she hoped) it would never turn physical, that didn’t mean she wanted to foster more suffering on his young charge for her own self righteousness.

So despite every nerve in her body burning with the want to beat his poor behavior out of him, she took a page out of Uriangier’s book, and instead turned that energy into softness toward Minfilia.

The poor girl seemed unsure of how to handle it, being treated with care, but all the same didn’t spurn the gentle words given to her. Instead, she readily took the opportunity presented by Wyd Lad to recover his invisible ink to ask to accompany the Paladin. Seeing an opportunity to give Minfilia a moment’s respite from Thancred’s scrutiny, Serella readily agreed.

Their task had been made all the easier for Minfilia’s involvement, and though Minfilia spoke harshly of her own shortcomings (in words that had been given to her by Thancred, Serella noticed with no small amount of fury,) she expressed relief that Serella was unharmed.

“I’m glad you’re safe, too.” Serella replied with a small smile.

“I haven’t seen much actual combat, so I was a little nervous, but I’m happy I could help.” Minfilia’s already faint smile disappeared. “The Minfilias before me battled sin eaters as part of the Eulmoran army. But that had all changed by the time I was found. They held me captive so that I wouldn’t follow in the others’ footsteps.”

“You’ve done well, rest assured.” Serella tried to reassure her.

The Oracle ducked her head, her expression hidden by the hair that fell in front of her face.

“I’d still be in my cell now had Thancred not spirited me away. When he found me, I knew nothing of the world. I didn’t know how to live, let alone fight. Thancred once told me that if the efforts to summon you failed, it would fall to me to face the Lightwardens. I realized then that it was the only reason he kept me close— as a contingency. The truth is, he can’t stand to be around me.”

“Minfilia—” Serella didn’t know what to say. She was just sorry Minfilia had been made to realize that, and that it was her friend that was doing this to the poor child.

Minfilia looked up again, cloudy, luminescent blue eyes beseeching her to understand, her expression pinched in anguish.

“Because I’m not her. I’m not his Minfilia.”

She spoke it with such conviction that Serella wondered how long she had known that truth, and had accepted it even when she should have never been made to do so. Seeing Minfilia need to confess her heart’s woe, needing a sympathetic ear, she stayed silent as the Oracle continued to tell of an event she could not recall happening in Nabaath Areng, where the first Minfilia had stopped the Flood. Minfilia spoke of not recalling what had happened, only knowing who had spoken to Thancred through her. Of Thancred’s subsequent brooding and silence.

“You aren’t her, you know.” Serella spoke up before the poor girl worked herself up to tears.

“I...what?” The Oracle blinked owlishly up at her.

“I don’t say that derisively: you are no one but yourself. No matter what anyone else says.” The Paladin took a needed, calming breath and continued, “But I don’t doubt that it makes you wonder, yeah? Who people are really speaking to when they use your name. Because it was someone else’s name before.”

“...Yes.” The Oracle whispered like she’d admitted to doing something wrong.

“So pick a new one, and I’ll use that.” Serella offered with a smile. Minfilia’s already wide eyes only grew. “A nickname! That’s what friends give one another, right? Nicknames?”

“I...wouldn’t know.” Minfilia said. “But...I wouldn’t even know what to pick. What would you call me?”

Serella looked her over, then, the sad but brilliant little girl who wanted so desperately to be loved that she had been made to misconstrue her use for her worth. Her heart twisted, knowing that she had been made to suffer so long. And yet, the nickname came to her easily.

“Little Light.” Serella offered. “How does that sound?”

“Little Light…” Minfilia lowered her eyes, thinking. “Little Light...me?”

“You and only you.” Serella confirmed with a nod. “So when I speak to you, you never have to wonder who I’m thinking about. I’m not comparing you to anyone. You’re you.”

“I…” A hesitant smile graced the girl’s features. “I like it.”

“Good! Come on, then, Little Light, high time we get back to the others—”

Though Titania interrupted their conversation with their wailing demands to be played with, and their obligations and the banishment of the Light took precedent for what felt like an eternity thereafter, Serella kept her word, only calling the Oracle Little Light. Nothing else.

Even Uthengentle had taken to giving her a nickname— though, “Pipsqueak,” was far less...pleasant, it still left the girl smiling a little wider than before whenever he called her that and playfully but gently mussed her hair. Her foster siblings had taken to calling her by her approved nicknames easily, and she had in kind warmed to them a little more each time.

At least, until she had her own true name.

Ryne had been reluctant to speak of nicknames for their insignificance after the long and winding road from Amh Arang to the remembrance of Amaurot, and clear back to the Crystarium in victory. Upon being given her own name— not Minfilia, not anyone but herself— Serella had stopped calling her, “Little Light.” Only Ryne. Only herself. While it might have been done out of respect...she missed her foster sister’s term of endearment more than she had thought she would.

It wasn’t until their path past the Empty and back into Amh Areng had brought them on the hunt for answers to push back the blight of the Flood that Ryne had worked up the courage to ask of it. When they were safely back in the Crystarium for supplies, she reached out a little hand to gently tug on Serella’s travel cloak.

“Hm?” The Paladin turned to look at her in mild surprise. “Is something wrong, Ryne?”

“No, not at all, it’s just…” Ryne suddenly felt incredibly silly, asking of this, given how much else was happening that was so much more important. And yet… “Why do you not call me...my nickname anymore?”

Serella turned to face her fully, the surprise on her face only growing. Ryne felt her face heat, and she ducked to hide her blush.

“I assumed you’d want to be called by your name— though I’m realizing I should have just asked.” Serella let out a chuckle. “I’m sorry, did you prefer it?”

“I don’t know,” Ryne admitted, feeling all the more silly. “I just know...I like having a nickname. And I miss hearing it.”

“I thought you would get tired of it, considering Uthen’s nickname for you.”

They shared a laugh.

“I even like that one a little. Just...don’t tell him I said that.”

“Secret’s safe with me. Now then!” She placed her hands on her hips. “I was thinking of stopping for lunch once we’ve got what supplies we need. Would you like to join me? My treat, naturally.”

“Are you sure?” Ryne asked hesitantly.

“Of course!”

“Then...I would like that very much.” Ryne said with a nod.

“Good!” Serella jerked her head towards the market stalls. “Come, then, Little Light. Let’s be about it!”

And so Serella’s Little Light bounced into step beside her, beaming as bright as her nickname.

#FFxivWrite2019 #Serella Arcbane #Ryne #5.0 spoilers #Shadowbringers spoilers #Hi I have a lot of feelings #esp after that story that Tales from the Shadows LORT #;A;

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inactive-zym · 4 years

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Zymphadora “Zym” Purpura CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONNAIRE

BASICS

1. Height?

5’4

2. Eye color, skin color, hair and horn color?

Completely, moonish white with no visible pupils.

Her skin is light purple like lilacs and her horns darken to near black-purple and lighten as they get longer, however the remaining sections of her horns are mostly dark.

Her hair is a darker shade of purple than her skin.

3. Do they need glasses?

No.

4. Scars and birthmark?

Zym has thin scars on her fingers and knuckles. Her knees and shins are also pock-marked from less than graceful falls from trees and stairwells while exploring her father’s estate.

Her broken horns are still jagged beneath the metal caps.

5. Tattoos and piercings?

Zym’s ears have several piercings, though they aren’t particularly dramatic or gaudy. She has two piercings on each lobe and two in the cartilage of her right ear where a small chain connects the two silver studs.

Delicate tattoos of her her favorite flowers drape across Zym’s shoulders and tumble down her sternum and across her collarbones. They flood down her left arm and across the back of her hand, but her right arm has yet to receive the same treatment and the flowers are limited to her shoulder on that side. Sunflowers, violets, lupins, cornflowers, trilliums, irises, and many more are all carved into her skin.

On the inside of her right upper arm, normally only visible when her arms are raised, is the symbol of her bandit crew, the Lurkers. The crudely drawn symbol itself is of a set of scales with a cartoonish eye sitting in both sides. The black, harsh lines are incongruent and ugly beside the flowers. Next to that is a small, equally crude bird in reference to Zym’s nickname within the gang. They called her their Larker rather than Lurker because larks always sing at daybreak and even while they’re flying unlike most other birds. The sight of a meadowlark is meant to signify abundance and good harvest as is the case when Zym reappeared after a heist.

FLOWER TATTOO REFERENCE

6. Right or left handed?

Ambidextrous.

7. Any disabilities? Physical or mental.

None.

8. Do they have any allergies?

Ironically, she has seasonal allergies and her favorite flowers make her nose stuffy.

9. Favorite color?

All of them, but pink especially.

10. Typical outfits?

Day-to-day Zym wears gathered white shirts that, while occasionally billowing or lacey, can be tucked into her waist or tightened to remove risks of it getting caught during her sneakier deeds. She rarely, if ever, bothers to button them up all the way and the tattoos down her chest and dancing on her clavicle are always in view. Pale rainbows of color, suggestions of what lies beneath the fabric, peek through the white as she moves.

She wears plain, often black or brown pants that are gathered and tucked into her laced boots. Both are unremarkable, but functional. Atop her pants she ties a shin-length skirt of light, breezy, and layered fabric of whatever color she decides on that day. Most often it will be pink, pale blue, or ivory. The skirt itself is not a full circle skirt and instead is much like a cape and ties secure around her waist with a ribbon. There’s always a slit up the side, but the fabric is bushy enough that the slit isn’t easily visible and it acts like a normal, full skirt. She can easily pull her skirt free if she needs to flee or climb, but she’s nearly always wearing it and it’s light enough not to encumber her. The layers of the skirt also hide the large number of small pockets and sheaths strapped along her thighs where she keeps her keys, trinkets, daggers, and her thieve’s tools all secure and easily accessible.

When cold, she wears thicker pants and a jacket that fits snugly to her frame. Alternatively she’ll wear billowing cloaks that are easy to throw off and leave behind. She wears no jewelry other than her earrings.

11. Do they wear any makeup?

She rarely bothers with makeup and her skills begin and end with lining her eyes in black kohl. When she wants to feel festive, or pretty, she’ll apply some.

12. What weapon do they use, if any?

She carries a short sword, a shortbow with a quiver of arrows, two daggers, and her thieves tools. The latter pieces of equipment are secured to her thighs beneath her skirt while the former hang from her waist or her pack.

PERSONALITY

13. Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

She’s utterly, irrevocably, impossibly optimistic. Really, it should be rather concerning how hopeful she is and how enduringly cheerful.

14. Are they introverted or extroverted?

Extroverted, but not always in her excitable, hyperactive way; she desires to be near people and adores being in people’s silent presences as much as she does the bustling, loud atmosphere of a tavern or party.

15. What are their pet peeves?

People who are needlessly negative or who go out of their way to try and make others feel the same.

Squirrels. They’re always better climbers than she is and she doesn’t like it.

16. What bad habits do they have?

She bites the tips of her fingers when she’s nervous and is unable to sit still for long if she doesn’t have something specific to focus on. If she’s laying in wait and preparing to rob someone, she can stay still and silent for hours at a time. Similarly if she’s having an interesting conversation she won’t fidget. If not, she bounces on the balls of her feet, swings her arms back and forth, hums, spins or dances in place, and swooshes her skirt back and forth.

17. Do they have any phobias?

She’s scared of the dark, but it’s not quite a phobia as she can still function in darkness. It’s one of the many reasons she adores cities: their lights never dim. If she’s forced out into the wilds, she’ll refuse to leave the safe net of light from the campfires or insist on carrying the lantern or torch. If someone knows the Light cantrip that’s the person she’ll stick close to.

18. How do they display affection?

Zym is incredibly tactile and if given permission, or not outright refusal, she’ll hold anyone’s hand, link arms with them, hug, and kiss them freely. When given the opportunity, she’ll often show her affection for someone by merely pressing into their side and resting her head on their shoulders or lap.

She’s always enamored by one thing or another. An activity, a book, a performance and she’ll always want to share whatever neat thing she’s fixated on with people.

19. How competitive are they?

Extraordinarily. If she’s in the competition, she wants to win, but the moment it becomes too serious, or the fun is lost, she likewise loses her competitiveness as well as interest.

20. If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

She’d want her horns back. She knows her personality is pretty great, and so is her smile, and she’s a great thief and all, but her horns were always part of her. She’s an even better thief and burglar because of their absence and she no longer runs the risk of the long, curling protrusions catching on something or stopping her from fitting into small spaces, but she feels like she’s lost her crown and will be self-conscious about them.

21. Do they have any obscure hobbies or routines?

She loves to find academics and experts and ask them as many questions as possible. She’s both truly curious about anything and everything, finding art as well as plants endlessly fascinating, but she also wants to see how many questions it takes for them to become irritated with her. The better professors take several hundred questions, but the stuffiest, haughtiest ones only take three or four of her truest inquiries.

She then steals from the mean professors.

Before she joined the crew of thieves she would change her name every few weeks. Not for any particular reason, but they all got boring after awhile. Her name is from a very old, silly tale of adventure she read only a few weeks before joining the crew and it’s stuck for many years.

BACKSTORY

22. What are the names and ages of their close family members? Parents, siblings, etc.

Father [human]: Lord Argus Encrois, 67

Father’s wife [human]: Lady Gisella Encrois, 52

Their four legitimate daughters: Heather, 27; Holly, 25; Merilla and Jonie, both 20.

Too many bastard siblings to name: Aged 16-40s. She isn’t in contact with any of them, but fears the worst for some of the bastards left behind in Itresa and knows her father wouldn’t do anything to protect them or keep them from going to the plantations or into the slave army. They never cared for her, but she still wishes them the best.

She never knew her mother, but she knows she’s a tiefling. She likes to think that she’s a grand adventurer or thrill seeker, but also never wants to meet her because she might not like the truth.

23. Is their family alive and are they still in contact with them?

Yes. Definitely not. A few of the bastards she hadn’t minded, but they all acted as a hivemind and scorned her.

24. Where are they from? City, nation?

She was born and raised in Itresa.

25. Did they have a childhood best friend?

No.

26. Have they had any pets?

No. She wants a monkey, though. Especially the species that look like they have mustaches (Emperor tamarins).

27. Did they grow up rich or poor? What were their living conditions like?

Sort of rich, but mostly poor. She was raised as the ignored bastard daughter of a low-ranking, yet rich merchant noble and wanted for nothing but attention until her early teen years. Living on the streets she was technically homeless and often times penniless, but it never felt like poverty to her.

28. What is their educational background?

Tutored by the best and the adequate until she was fourteen and was thrown from the estate. Any other skills she has she picked up from people she met in Itresa, from being taught by members of the crew, and by harassing academics. She has fun facts about nearly any body of research, but very little technical or applicable knowledge.

29. As a child, what did they want to be when they grew up?

She wanted to be an adventurer and a treasure hunter. She still entertains herself with fantasies of far-fetched heists and journeys to the center of the world or to the depths of the sea in search for gold and magic. In a way she is a treasure hunter… she just happens to hunt for it in people’s houses. And pockets.

30. What advice would they give to their younger self?

Run away sooner and look back a little more.

31. Growing up, were they ever bullied or were they the bully?

Her half-siblings, the legitimate ones and her fellow bastards, all bullied her. She stared too much, she was too quiet, she moved too much, she spoke too much, her horns were funny, her eyes were scary, she was dumb, she was too smart, she was too fast, she was disrespectful, she was a know-it-all and a teacher’s pet. She could never do anything just right for them so she stopped doing anything for them at all and avoided them whenever possible.

32. Who do they look up to/who is their role model?

She used to say Garriss, the unquestionable leader of the Lurker crew, but now she has no one.

PRESENT

33. Do they currently have a place of residence?

Nope.

34. What is their most treasured possession?

She has a gilded, ever-sharp dagger she stole from someone her first week free and loose in Itresa. It’s never failed her and has a habit of always returning to her even when she thought it lost.

35. What is their drink of choice?

She hates bitter drinks, but anything else she likes. If offered coffee she has to put at least a pound of sugar in to enjoy it.

36. Which king/queen are they loyal to, if any?

None.

37. Have they ever killed anyone?

Never and she doesn’t want to.

38. What was their last promise and did they keep it?

She promised Garriss to keep her theft from the other crewmembers a secret. She kept it and technically has continued to keep it as no one gave her the opportunity to reveal the truth.

LOVE

39. What was their first kiss like, if they’ve had one?

She kissed a fellow street rat after they successfully upturned a market stall to avoid the raging guards and the tavern keep they’d stolen a bottle of mead from. She and the girl were street partners and hellions together for many months, but one day the girl left without a word and never returned.

40. Are they in a relationship/have a love interest?

No and beyond casual flirtation she’s never had an actual relationship.

41. Have they ever been in love?

Never, but she really wants to fall in love. She’s read about it and it sounds very nice.

42. Have they ever had their heart broken?

Only by her family, but not by a lover.

SPIRITUALITY

43. Do they follow a god, if so who?

No, but Mask and Sune intrigue her and she prays to them when she’s bored or needs guidance.

44. What do they think happens to them after death?

A sparkling void of something-something.

45. What is their spirit animal?

Sugarglider.

#zymphadora purpura #romtask #character development

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ofwizardsandmen · 5 years

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And she picked herself...

One shot

Pairing: Mark x Tara, mentions of Jane x Jaehyun

Word count: 2,6 k

Genre: angst

The first time Tara met Mindy Park, Mark introduced the cat-eyed, innocent-looking girl as his classmate in that new school he attended in Seoul, and whose name Tara had initially retained as ’SOUP’.

After a summer spent in ‘Las Canarias’ sunbathing on the shores and mingling with the Spanish locals, Tara could barely discriminate between ‘la sopa’ (soup) and the School of Performing Arts (SOPA) of Seoul. So, for all intents and purposes, Mindy became the “Soup Girl”.

At the very beginning, that nickname held no mockery or backhanded contempt. However, over time Tara had learned to be wary of Mindy’s motivations and the fact nothing good had ever resulted from the many times Mark or his bandmates had brought the Soup Girl into any of their conversations.

After their awkward first meeting, Tara heard of Mindy again in the summer of 2017 when Doyoung let it slip that Mark and Donghyuck had gotten into a petty fight that had almost ended up ruining their friendship… Almost, he’d said, had not been for Mindy’s opportune intervention and continuous emotional support. Because in the words of a naive Doyoung “she was a loyal friend” and had stood by Mark’s side all along, urging him to forgive Donghyuck and be the better person. A role Tara could’ve easily played if Mark had shared his concerns or if she had not been stuck in London, trying to knock some sense into Minah and Sungjae.

A few months later Mark called Tara to deliver the good news of him landing a fixed position in a new variety show. It was something he had been aiming for months, so he sounded ecstatic as he explained how he would get to travel around Asia, showing the best travel spots to Korean viewers. Oh! And that wasn’t all, Mindy was joining him too because after debuting as an actress, her popularity was rocketing. Everybody was sure the show would become a hit, Mark had pointed out with a wide smile Tara wasn’t happy to see for the first time in her life.

On his birthday, Mark received a surprise from Mindy that made it to the headlines of every Korean tabloid and earned them a nomination as the Best Couple in a variety show, at a national award show. They didn’t get the award, but they became every teenager’s favorite couple. And that was just as bad. If not worse.

During the winter of 2018 and coincidentally on Tara’s birthday, Mark and Mindy graduated from high school. Tara liked to think that the fact she had received a selfie from Mindy (where she was hugging Mark’s waist) was nothing but an honest mistake. Yet, a few months later Mindy and Mark were giving an interview when the girl “accidentally” undisclosed his relationship with Tara. Mark had, of course, tried to justify his friend’s bona fide error, but the fact Mindy referred to Tara as Mark’s British girl —she said “girl” the way someone might say “child molester”—, didn’t exactly help her cause.

Most recently, while NCT spent a well-deserved vacation in England, muggle and Wizarding tabloids had reported that Mark and Mindy had been spotted hanging out at the Han River, late at night, prior to Mark’s trip to London. They had highlighted how Mark had an arm around Mindy’s shoulder all the time, in a very protective attitude and Mindy seemed to be sulking —according to Gossip Witch, anyhow— about Mark’s upcoming departure.

Yeah, definitely nothing good ever came when Mindy Park was involved.

That’s why Tara let out a deep breath when Jaehyun pronounced the dreaded ‘M’ word over dinner at the Durand sisters' residence, that evening.

The young witch had to make an inhuman effort to stop herself from rolling eyes, but given the circumstances, no one could really blame her. In fact, her reaction almost appeared poised and collected. Or at least so Jane thought with a growing sense of pride filling her chest. She knew Tara had spent most of her day arguing with her dumb brother —trying to convince him that the scandal involving Mark and Mindy was nothing but an unfounded rumor— and receiving sympathetic looks and little smiles wherever she went, hearing people murmur as soon as she passed by. And yet, Tara held her head high with the grace and serenity proper of the granddaughter of Madame Amelia Wu and the carrier of two of the most renowned Wizarding names of all times.

Jane wasn’t quite sure she could’ve managed to behave so gracefully if Jaehyun had been caught going out at night with a girl that evidently had unresolved feelings for him. She couldn’t help but admire how mature and in control Tara had proven to be.

Johnny and Jaehyun, though, seemed to think otherwise judging by the way they exchanged concerned looks.

“About Mindy….” Jaehyun cut his gaze to the right and tried to ignore the way Jane set down her fork and squinted at him. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but just so you know… errr… uh…” Jaehyun glanced at Johnny, and the guy gave him a knowing nod “Just so you know, Mark has been coming to the dorm early every day for the past month. He’s my roommate. I would’ve noticed if something were off. We’re always together and whenever he stayed out he would-“

“Be in the practice room?” Tara asked calmly, setting the silverware on the edges of her plate and clearing up her throat “I know that.” She stated.

“We’re just-“ Johnny piped up, but had the good sense to stop as soon as his eyes met Tara’s.

“I trust Mark. That’s all that matters” She said as if supposing otherwise would have been an insult to her good judgment. “I trust him. I really do.” However, as she repeated the same phrase for the nth time that day, Tara realized she probably didn’t trust Mark as nearly as much as she believed. All-day she had struggled, trying to brainwash others and herself into believing that Mark would never do anything to hurt her, but what if he had? What if the rumor about him cheating was not a mere rumor?

For a second Tara was transported back to the summer of NCT’s debut. Tara had felt so lost, realizing for the first time that no matter how much they loved each other, she couldn’t possibly jeopardize something Mark had worked so hard for. She had been determined to break up with him for weeks. After all, they were only sixteen, a broken heart wouldn’t kill any of them. But whenever she gathered enough courage, Mark would be there looking at her as though she was the most precious being on the face of Earth. And she couldn’t even contemplate the idea of causing him so much pain.

Why would he?

Tara blinked, suddenly back in the dim light of Jane’s and Chloe’s salon. She unthinkingly had picked up the silverware.

“Well, if you trust him that much, I guess we had no reason to be this worried” Johnny said, suddenly flaunting that blinding smile Tara liked so much.

“Exactly. There’s no reason to worry. I know Mark and he would never cheat on me” After so many years of knowing each other, Tara sometimes thought Johnny could read her mind. She worried he could see beyond her forced smile and insincere statement, but when she looked across the table, he was only smiling, oblivious to her discomfort.

Tara found amazing what kind of lies people could tell if they wanted to.

Later that night, Tara and Jane found themselves drinking too much rosé at a bar overlooking the Thames. When they finished a bottle, another appeared, and then another. All free because Jane had that effect on people. The hours went on in a blur of silly conversations with guys who stopped by to meet the French girl. But whenever she looked around, Tara felt as though someone was watching her.

It was just probably the gazes of people eyeing her pitifully. After the reports of Mark frequenting Mindy Park behind her back, Tara had become the Scorned Woman of the Year. An impressive title if you considered the number of scandals that had unfolded that year.

The mere thought gave Tara a headache. She grabbed her glass and quickly drank the pink liquid. “This one is lovely,” she said as she set the empty glass on the table, feeling a lot lighter.

“Long day?” Jane smiled sympathetically. It was the recurrent reaction of the day.

“Sometimes I feel it’s been a long few years,” Tara said, surprising herself. She had never been much of an angsty or emotional person, so she wondered how much of that statement was honest.

“I’m really sorry about this whole thing. I should’ve handled the situation better” There it was. Tara felt a knot inside her chest unfurl.

“It’s ok. I-“

“I know, I know… you trust Mark” Jane said, throwing her hands up in surrender. “I’ve already lost count of how many times you’ve repeated that today,” she said slightly irked. It was kinda disappointing to find out how little Tara trusted her. “As much as you trust him, I should’ve done my job better and avoid all those headlines.”

“Twenty three” Tara shrugged. It made Jane’s increasing irritation melt into confusion.

“What?”

Tara sighed “I’ve told that lie twenty-three times today.”

Jane was blinking rapidly, as though her vision had suddenly gone blurred and she was expecting for the world to right itself soon. But it didn’t. Instead, Tara went on.

“And yet I haven’t managed to convince myself. Maybe it’s time I start being honest with my feelings.”

“Oh, sweetie… I didn’t-“ Jane’s hand touched her knee supportively as if she was telling her everything would be ok. But Tara had already realized the magnitude of the problem and she knew, as a matter of fact, that nothing would be ok from then on.

“I think it’s time I let it go…” Tara trailed off. Then she looked at her lap, fearing the expression on Jane’s face. “I don’t want to be with him anymore”

Jane swallowed hard. “Tara, forgive me for saying this, but hasn’t occurred to you that you’re overreacting? Mark said nothing happened between him and Min-“

“Don’t pronounce that name” Tara tried to take a breath, but it still felt like a pile of bricks had stacked on her chest. “And no, I’m not overreacting. I don’t even doubt Mark.” This time, Tara really meant it “I just can't stand this feeling anymore…”

It probably was the alcohol, but saying those words out loud, made Tara felt a mental clarity she hadn’t experience in a long time. She suddenly knew what she wanted and she wasn’t afraid of it anymore

Tara returned to the apartment she shared with Tyler with her nerves jumping and her hair messy from all the times she slipped a hand through it nervously. She knew Mark would be waiting for her there because Tyler had left for Scotland earlier and she had been avoiding his calls all day.

When Tara walked in, Mark was sitting on the leather sofa, phone in hands. He looked like he had been sleep-deprived for weeks, but he still smiled at her as though she hadn’t been avoiding him at all cost.

“I have good news,” he said, “The articles were taken down. There’s still that Gossip Witch thing going around, but I reckon it’s better if Jane takes charge of it” Mark smiled at Tara, opening his arms for her to dive into them. Yet she only looked away.

“Isn’t that great?” Mark had probably been expecting Tara to cuddle against his chest like she did every time they made up after an argument, but she remained in the same spot.

“Actually…” Tara stared at the huge bouquet of perfectly arranged flowers resting on the coffee table. It was probably part of Mark’s apology statement. It gave her a brief twinge of guilt but then she hardened

And then, she just said it. “I want to break up”

Mark’s eyes widened, looking childlike in his surprise. It was an expression Tara had seen countless of times before and it never failed to make her laugh. Except this time.

This time, she went silent as she fiddled with the chain of her purse. Then her words seemed to down on Mark. He rose to his feet and walked over to her.

“Tara, I swear I didn’t… I mean, you know me! I would never…” He blinked twice and let out a deep sigh, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“I know that, but this is not about the rumors, Mark. I just-“ Tara paused, feeling an unfamiliar hot sting behind her eyes. “I don’t want to be with you anymore” Mark opened his mouth to complain, but she kept going “And it’s not that I don’t love you, because I do. Trust me, Mark. I’ve always loved you… Since the moment I met you.”

“But?” Mark laughed. It was not a nice laugh. It was a laugh that meant he was maintaining his composure when what he would’ve really liked was to scream and tell her she was being selfish.

“But I hate myself when I’m with you and I can’t stand that feeling. I don’t want to feel that way anymore.”

“Hate yourself?” Mark repeated in a tight voice Tara had never heard before. “That’s nonsense!”

“No. It’s not, Mark” Tara replied calmly, pulling the purse off her shoulder and plopping on the nearest couch “I’m paranoid all the time and I’m constantly doubting myself.” She looked down to her hands for a second, as though she was ashamed of what she was about to say “Am I good enough for Mark? Doesn't he deserve better? Shouldn’t he be with someone who can be by his side all the time? Someone his fans accept? I keep asking myself those questions-”

“Oh, come on, T!” Mark cut her off, his brow furrowed in frustration. “When have you ever cared about any of those things?”

“Exactly my point, Mark. That’s not like me.” She looked across him and out of the window, as if gathering her next words before facing him again. “I feel insecure and pathetic and I can’t recognize myself anymore. I am losing myself in this relationship and that’s not fair.” Tara took a deep breath “I deserve better.”

Mark could only stare at her, his brain suddenly unable to process what she had just said.

“Are you pulling a it’s-not-you-it’s-me routine on me?” He finally blurted out, although he didn’t stop to think whether he could actually deal with her answer.

“No, Mark. It’s not just about me”

“Oh, I’m sorry to break it out to you, but it sounds otherwise to me. You’re only considering your feelings” He said, his voice not quite steady. “What about mine? Did you even stop to think about me?”

“Of course I did, Mark. And you too, deserve better…” Her sentence faded off.

Mark sat next to Tara, putting his head in his hands “Are you sure you’re not going to regret this, T?”

“I don’t think I will”

Tara almost felt like taking her words back the moment Mark walked out of her door, but the next morning when she woke up feeling like she didn’t have to worry about her self worth anymore, she knew she had made the right choice. If she was given the chance, she would pick herself again. Anytime.

#story #mark #tara #otp #jane #jaehyun #johnny #oc

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autumnfanfiction · 5 years

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I don’t know how to write love letters either, but you’re worth the try. I want to tell you that you’ve opened me up to the possibility of us getting acquainted. It seems as if since reading your letter my thoughts have transformed and all I can see is the beauty and the aroma of a fresh start and a new beginning. Do you feel it too? I’d love to be your best friend—– you can be Batman, and I’ll ride with you in the passenger seat, Robin. *wink* Yes I wrote wink. Did I make you laugh yet? I see you put your signature as CB, but I want to give you a nickname too, so I’m just going to call you... Pooh Bear because you and your words are as sweet as honey and he’s my favorite. Maybe just Pooh. I don’t know it’ll probably depend on my mood. I can’t wait to meet you, and it’s kind of silly that we’re writing letters to each other when we’re not that far away isn’t it? Well, this can be our thing, and I don’t mind communicating like this a few more times before meeting you. It’s cute and sweet like you are. I’ll be counting the hours for your reply.

💋❤️ GREEN EYES

The dimples in Chris’ cheeks were deep, and when he realized that the letter was coated with her scent, his senses were deeply aroused. Never underestimate the scent of a woman, and hers was sneaking up on him giving him a tingling feeling he’s never felt before.

Of course, he'd bedded his fair share of women, but none of them gave him that feeling, this feeling. He tried his hand at relationships a few times only to feel empty at the beginning. Longing for something more than just sex, meaningless sex. His heart was huge, and he was very selective about who he allowed around him because of that. Time was essential to him and precious in life so he feared that he would waste it on someone that didn’t deserve it. The very reason he’s been single for this long and allowing his art and clothing line to distract him from his personal life. He couldn’t deny himself of one for long, which is why he jumped at the opportunity at getting to know her.

He was very intuitive, so when he had a gut feeling, he always listened. She had to be getting the same feeling he was because he too felt like something was beginning to move in the right direction. Autumn was his favorite season, cradling him with certainty, that what this was growing into with her wouldn’t leave him with anything to disapprove. It was a new opportunity full of positive possibilities, and he couldn’t wait to jump in as he would do with Autumn leaves.

All his life, Autumn was full of grey, and haziness. He enjoyed it, but it always brought melancholic peace, reminding him of his solitude at times when he’d watch and appreciate the beauty of the season, and know he had no one to share it with. It was full of seclusion and quiet introspection of what lay ahead of his journey of life. Now this season was granting him a new friendship, a spark of romance that could shift into a relationship. She felt like Autumn. She was his definition of what it was––– the lovely part of Autumn, not the beautifully sad part, just beautiful. She carried this sense of calmness, softness in her writing, which he presumed was a reflection of who she was. It was one letter, but he felt more with her one letter than he ever did on one date.

Whatever the feeling was, the emotions that revolved around it, was effective, and her sweet aroma pulled him so much he had a headache. But it wasn't painful, in fact, he welcomed it, and he couldn't grasp why or what was going on with his emotions.

He decided to call the woman that might have an answer for him. It rang two times before the face, and sweet voice of his Mother came through. “Hey, Angel.”

“Hey Mama, how are you?”

“I’m great baby, considering the circumstances. I’m just hoping I get good news sooner than later that you’ve beat that cancer before it gets serious. How are you?”

“I feel really good Mama, really. Don’t worry about me I’m under close examination, and the doctors don’t want me to undergo any surgeries or therapy until it’s something really severe. It’s light right now, so I’m just being given medication. I don’t want you to worry until I tell you anything that could actually cause that, okay? You’re way too pretty to be stressing like this Mama.”

He heard his Mother laughed and it caused him to laugh too. “Okay, Angel. I hear you.”

“So I did have a particular reason for this call today.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well, I saw this woman that I’ve never seen in all my months being here and looked for her. To make a short story shorter I wrote her a letter because I was too shy to introduce myself, and she responded, and I’m feeling these things I’ve never felt before Mama.”

“Hmm, feeling what baby?”

“I don’t know, but it’s weird to me. What she wrote made me happy, but it’s a little deeper than that. Her scent is all over her letter, and ever since I caught the scent, it’s tapped into my senses and making me feel some type of way.”

He saw his Mother laugh, smiling on the other end of the phone. “Well I hope the answer I give you satisfies you, and I’m going to do my best to answer it. So you know I’m a believer in the magic, beauty, and muse of love, so I think her scent just went to the part of your brain that has to do with emotion, memory, motivation and triggered these emotions out of you with an intense and lasting effect. It actually is more scientific than anything.”

Chris nodded his head, but he just didn’t seem to understand why his brain treated her scent as if it was familiar because he’d never met her before. “But why her scent?”

“Could be because you already have an established attraction to her. But the judgment center of your brain that deals with senses just thought her scent was worthy, so now it’s stored in your head.”

“Wow.”

“So... you gonna finally find a wife so I can get my grandbabies?”

Chris laughed to the point he was clutching his stomach and started coughing excessively in the process. “Mama...” he kept laughing, and he heard his Mother scoff on the other end which caused his laughter to continue.

“I’m not playing with you Christopher I want my grandbabies. You’re long overdue.”

“Long overdue? I’m 24.”

“Age has nothing to do with it. Just make sure the woman you’re drawn to is a good one so I can meet her.”

“You’re gonna scare her away with all this baby talk.”

“Not if she wants babies she won’t be.” His Mother said as a matter of factly.

He chuckled. “Bye Mama I’m done with you.”

“Bye Angel I love you.”

“I love you too Mama.”

He hung up the phone and laughed to himself as he started writing his second letter. It was way too early for him to be thinking about marriage or children at this stage. He wanted them but down the line and hopefully, he’d be alive long enough to see all that blossom into fruition. Right now he wanted to build a friendship with her and whatever came after would come naturally.

A month went by, and the letters were almost an everyday thing. They became more like love letters if they weren’t seen as that already. The sentiments were stronger, and it became apparent that the attraction was there, so it got more serious, with each note. Why they waited so long to see each other? They didn’t know. Perhaps, they were enveloped in the throes of romance that writing love letters encapsulated. There was just something intimate about being able to charm and touch someone’s soul poetically in the realms of love. Being able to touch someone without physically doing so. When they wrote it was a dialect only written for them, each word resonating heavily. It was clear the feelings were mutual it wouldn’t take long for them to get comfortable once they met.

For always,

you have been my honeyed muse

coating my heart with sweetness

giving it rich taste

I could never scrape you away

for you have been the sweetener

towards my sour life

💋❤️ GREEN EYES

Robyn was nervous, to say the least. This would be the first time they’d see each other face to face and other than the little description Gran Gran Dolly gave her from her vision she couldn’t really picture how he’d look like.

She kept every letter he sent her, and each one he wrote was sweeter than the last. He even started sending her roses along with them because she mentioned how much she loved red ones in one of her notes to him. He was the definition of romantic and she’d be a fool to not be swoon by his gentleness.

She’d grown comfortable talking to him and was ready to meet him and take what they were doing further.

“Okay, Robyn calm down.”

When she was finally able to relax, she heard a knock on her door and became nervous all over again. She couldn’t wait to see the man behind all those heartfelt letters that were trying to sweep her off her feet and take her heart as his. She took a few deep breaths before giving him access to enter. “Come in.”

Chris walked in, and her breath got caught in her throat when she saw him.

#chrianna #chrianna ff #chrianna fanfic #chrianna fanfiction #chris brown #rihanna #chris brown fanfic #rihanna fanfic

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idolizerp · 5 years

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LOADING INFORMATION ON 1NFERNO’S MAIN VOCAL WANG WEI...

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: N/A CURRENT AGE: 23 DEBUT AGE: 21 TRAINEE SINCE AGE:17 COMPANY: MSG SECONDARY SKILL: Modeling

IDOL PROFILE

NICKNAME(S): Father Wei. As the most levelheaded of the group, Wei is the subject of many jokes involving him being the father of the other 1nferno members INSPIRATION: His career as a model cultivated his adoration of the stage. His father would also sing to him in Cantonese as a child, which was incredibly comforting to him. Wei wanted to bring that comfort to other people SPECIAL TALENTS:

Languages- Wei mostly speaks Korean, but is technically fluent in Thai, Cantonese, and Mandarin. His English, however, could still use some work.

Fitness- Wei can complete 60 push ups in as little as 46 seconds (though he usually averages a minute). He also lifts large amounts of weight.

Memory- Wei has an excellent memory, which makes him good at matching games, but also makes it difficult to pull anything over on him.

NOTABLE FACTS:

Wang Wei was a low tier high fashion model from ages 15-17.

His father is Chinese, from Hong Kong, and his mother is Thai.

Despite being ethnically Chinese, he considers himself Korean, having lived in the country since he was four years old.

His family is incredibly wealthy, so he has a tendency to act a bit posh.

He played piano for six years, but he never enjoyed it. Any attempts to get him to show off his skills are usually met with reluctance.

Had he never debuted, Wei would have considered a degree in political science.

IDOL GOALS

SHORT-TERM GOALS:

It is no secret that Wei is a bit more serious than others. He is constantly seeking ways to promote himself, whether it is through modeling or commercials or any other way. The time between comebacks is not time off, but an opportunity to prove himself as an individual

LONG-TERM GOALS:

Wei would enjoy producing music someday, but because of his levelheaded nature, his position as the main vocal, and his Chinese heritage, MSG is pushing for him to become a soloist. Wei is still unsure, except that it could possibly give him an opportunity to have some agency with the group’s sound someday

IDOL IMAGE

As one of the “most adult” members in 1nferno (at least, when speaking for behavior), MSG figured Wei would be the perfect role model of the group, the foil to any bubbly, wild personalities. He was going to be suave, sophisticated, maybe a little cool. Because his parents were wealthy, he was trained in etiquette, in schmoozing, in everything many other normal people couldn’t quite fathom. He could behave. MSG wanted to utilize that charm do compete with Titanium and Nitro, to show them that they were a force to be reckoned with. They wanted Wei to be respectable and he was more than happy to oblige. Really, that was the appeal of Wei. He never tilted windmills. Stalwart, reliable Wei would never have a scandal, would never make them sweat, and would be the dream of girls everywhere without them ever risking him stepping over the line.

Unfortunately, a side effect of his clean cut (yet cool) personality is that Wei is not exactly allowed to have fun. He cannot make jokes, just smooth comments, maybe flirt a little in that subtle way of his. Of course, that is a recent development, since 1nferno has not been around for too long and while Wei is an adult by any standards there are minors in the 1nferno fanbase, which means he has to keep it minimal. It is okay to give the fans hope, just not wreck his career by inadvertently starting a rumor. Some criticize him for being a stick in the mud, always refusing to do anything dorky or nerdy or silly. It does not align with his image. Variety shows were clearly never going to be his strong suit, so MSG steered him back towards modeling, insisting it was a perfect way to make him seem cultured, to remind people he may be boring but he is still incredibly pretty. They also figured it was a good way to get his name out there before their other plans for him, particularly when 1nferno became so popular in China.

IDOL HISTORY

Wang Wei’s life began when he was four years old and his parents moved him from Hong Kong to Gangnam. It was not a difficult transition for Wei, who was young enough to adapt to the situation. He was placed in an average (albeit private) Korean school and became emerged in Korean culture. It became a part of him, as it was his home much longer than China ever was. Except, as Korean as he felt, everyone still always saw a Chinese boy. His accent could improve, he could pick up the slang, but there would always be those to point out that he did not belong. It made Wei learn to keep to himself, giving him few close relationships.

His father owned a large business conglomerate and it was always expected that he would take over as the only child. Really, he was the perfect fit for the position, at least on paper. By the time he was twelve, he got along better with his elders than he did with people his own age. He knew how to discuss politics while simultaneously not ruffling any feathers and what version of himself to use for every situation. Manipulative, maybe, but it was hardly an issue. The Wangs knew the importance of doing anything necessary to get at the top. Allies were more necessary than friendships and nothing was more important than success. His father taught him that. Nothing mattered except the goal; how you got there was of little circumstance. His father spent all his time at the office, so Wei and his mother hardly got to see him. He cared more about making his business prosper, about defeating the competition. That was probably what drove his parents’ marriage to the ground. After nine years of living in Korea, it was as much his mother’s home as his and she refused to be away from Wei. As his father was grooming him to take over his empire, Wei could hardly go back to China and live a normal life. So, they agreed to do joint custody.

From ages thirteen to fifteen, Wei was shuffled between his mother’s house and his father’s mansion. They both tried to make him the middle man, which ended in him spending all his time at after school clubs. They loved him. He never doubted that. They just hated each other more. So, he kept playing the piano, though he hated it, and joined the school choir, though he was not much of a team player, because it kept him away from both his houses. Even when he had nothing to practice, he took to going to local coffee shops, figuring it was better than listening to his mom complain about who his father was dating, or be ignored by his father for paperwork. It was during one of those aimless trips that a modeling scout approached him. Wei never had any deigns on being a model or being anything really. It was always about the family business; even his own mother took it as a given. Wei would have never considered such a rebellion had his father not announced his remarriage later that week. The small part of him that hoped his parents would make up someday died and he called the number on the card. Wei decided he wanted to be a model and that would be that. Both his parents told him how awful the idea would be. He was too young to make such a decision, he needed to focus on his studies, the head of the Wang empire could not be some common model. The discussion resulted in his first screaming match with his father and a week of radio silence after. In the end, Wei decided it would be easier to convince his mother, particularly if he pited her against her ex-husband. Really, it only took the words “dad said you would be too afraid to disagree with him”. She gave her blessing and Wei began his career. He also began an incredibly strained relationship with his father. The beginning of the end.

His stepmother and step siblings were hardly unpleasant. In fact, he got along well with them. They were certainly more sympathetic than his father, who seemed to think tough love was the only way to get him to become practical again. After his father ghosted him on his eighteenth birthday, one of his new siblings dragged him to an audition for MSG, figuring it would be a fun little story for the two little rich kids to share with their friends. Neither of them expected them to make it through the process. Wei had no classical vocal training, aside from those years of choir. Though, piano had taught him a thing or two about pitch and tone as well. After finding out where the two were, his father outright forbid him to do become a trainee. He could either quit that damn dream and being a model or he would be disowned. Wei remained full time with his mother from then on. It would be a long time before his father so much as called him again.

Wei spent the next four years juggling training and school. The happiest moment of his life was when he debuted with 1nferno, the boys becoming the closest thing he ever had to friends. Unfortunately, he did not foresee a whole new force in his life trying to control him. Wei had traded his father for MSG. They informed every aspect of his life, tailoring him to succeed in the kpop industry, even if he did not agree with their decisions.

Wei never expected becoming an idol to be easy, but he never expected for people to become hung up on his background. He considered himself Korean more than anything, but the rest of the world didn’t see him that way. They saw him as a “foreigner”, which helped with international sales, particularly in China, but made every childhood insecurity he ever felt pop up. There were also rumors about how his rich parents must have bought him into the position, which was the furthest thing from the truth. MSG took him having a solo as a given, as he was the main vocal and Chinese, which would help with their international sales.

Currently, his relationship with his father is still rocky. Wei is still lucky to receive a phone call every six months from him, which usually results in him reminding him that the business is still there and his career might not be the next time he calls. One of his stepbrothers has instead taken his former position as future heir. His mother, despite allowing him to do it, is reluctantly supportive at best.

Wei has never regretted being part of 1nferno. As someone with no aim in life prior to joining MSG, he never expected to love anything as much as he does being on stage. So, if he has to give in to MSG and give up half his sanity to do it, he will. If he has to claw his way past Titanium and Nitro, he won’t hesitate to pull the charm. He might not be what the Wang family expected, but in the end, he is his father’s son. Stubborn until the very end.

#id.bio #id.wong yukhei #id.1nferno #id.msg

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minijenn · 6 years

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Universe Falls Preview

Heyoooo looks like this chapter is turning out to be pretty easy so far. Mostly cause my desire to get past it is fuckin strong. Either way, have some fun shenanigans in trying and failing to capture a meme dorito. Enjoy!

“Aha! There she is!” Pearl exclaimed, excitedly pointing to Peridot afar on the other side of the warp. “I was right! My plan worked perfectly!”

“Wow, and it only took five minutes to find her this time too!” Mabel said, duly impressed. “That’s a new record.”

“Good,” Dipper said with resolve as he drew the Sword of Seasons and set it to its flaming setting. “That means we can use the rest of our time actually catching her instead of looking in all the wrong places like we usually do.”

“Well, yeah, we can do that, but don’t be rude, you guys,” Steven frowned briefly before turning to Peridot with a bright smile. “Good morning!”

Of course, the green Gem’s response to this warm greeting was anything but warm itself. “Ugh! I can’t believe this! How did you know I was here?!”

“We found a secret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you what it is, even if you ask nicely!” Steven proclaimed with bold confidence as he taunted the green Gem out by sticking his tongue out impishly.

“And this time, you’re goin’ down, Peri!” Mabel quipped, brandishing her grappling hook.

“Peri?” the green Gem raised an eyebrow, apparently confused.

“Oh, you know, its like a fun little nickname!” Mabel smiled cheerfully. “Luckily for you, you have a very nicknamable name! I’ve already gotten so many out of it! There’s Peri, Dot, Dotty, Peri-D, P-Dot, Peri-do, Per-”

“Hey, Mabel, here’s an idea,” Dipper swiftly interjected, annoyed by the inappropriate timing of his sister’s rambling. “Maybe you could not give our enemies silly nicknames? Just a suggestion?”

“Aw, but where’s the fun in that?” Mabel pouted playfully before Garnet finally interjected.

“Peridot!” the Gem leader shouted, her gauntlets already at the ready to strike. “We’re here to-”

“And you’ll never get away with it!” Pearl suddenly interupted her apparently out of nowhere as she raised her spear high.

“Don’t you Gems and your pesky pet humans have anything better to do than annoy me?!” Peridot growled, stomping her foot down in obvious frustration.

“Nope,” Amethyst remarked, stretching out her whip in her hands. “We’re gonna-”

“Prepare to be annoyed!” Pearl cut the purple Gem off as well, quiet pointedly too, much to Amethyst’s confusion, as well as the kids’.

“Uh… ok…” Dipper exchanged a rather bewildered glance with Steven and Mabel at Pearl’s odd behavior before he turned to coldly address the still rather irritated Peridot. “Well, we’re not about to let you escape this ti-”

“Admit defeat now and maybe we’ll go easy on you!” the white Gem once again cut in, just as much verve in her manner as every before.

“Uh… Pearl?” Steven spoke up, somewhat concerned in light of his guardian’s over the top mannerisms.

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this!” Peridot seethed nonetheless, her free floating fingers forming themselves into a blaster that was rapidly charging with a ball of growing energy. “This planet has an expiration date and I’m not gonna stick around to find out when!”

At this, the green Gem let her blast fire, the unexpected force of it knocking her back as it went flying towards the Gems and the kids. The attack completely missed its mark, steering clear of the group on the warp pad and instead smashing into the large stone pillar directly behind them. While initially disappointed by her misfire, Peridot quickly perked up as the bulk of the pillar began to fall upon the Gems and the kids, however, they were thankfully saved from its crushing force by Steven, who summoned shield large enough to cover them all just in the nick of time. Though her attack hadn’t worked completely as expected, Peridot still let out something of a small, nervous chuckle as she picked herself up off the ground right as Pearl fiercely turned to face her again.

“That’s it!” the white Gem hissed, gripping her spear tightly. “I’m taking her out!”

“Pearl, wait!” Garnet ordered, but her teammate didn’t listen. Instead, Pearl charged, her weapon at the ready, towards Peridot, intent on finally putting an end to her longstanding nuisance. Even so, the green Gem countered her with her tractor beam, easily catching Pearl in its pale verdant glow and effectively immobilizing her as she began to spin her around freely.

“Ha! Sorry, but you’re going the wrong way!” Peridot exclaimed, flinging Pearl out of her tractor beam and back towards the group on the warp pad. Before anyone could really do much, the white Gem collided with Steven, knocking him off the pad and disabling his shield altogether. Fortunately, Garnet managed to catch the pillar that had been pressed against it, keeping it steady with her impressive strength as she urged Amethyst and the twins off the pad and out of harm’s way.

“Get her!” the Gem leader shouted, struggling to rid herself from the burden of the heavy pillar. Amethyst complied first, the twins not too far behind her until the purple Gem broke into a fast, rapid spin dash, zooming towards Peridot at a frightening speed. The green Gem barely managed to leap out of the way, leaving Amethyst to crash into the ruined remains of the Homeworld warp as Peridot made her ‘escape’, skittering across the Galaxy Warp on her disjointed fingers alone.

“Ha! You missed!” she laughed triumphantly. Her levity was cut quite short as something hard and metallic latched around the fingers of one of her hands, breaking their bizarre gravity and leaving Peridot to fall face first into the ground below her.

“But I didn’t!” Mabel happily proclaimed as her grappling hook zoomed back to her. “Your turn, bro-bro!”

Dipper didn’t even respond as he instead rushed forward, the Sword of Seasons charged with strong electricity in his grip. Peridot gasped in apt fear at the sight of the electrified blade and quickly scrambled to her feet, dashing as fast as she reasonably could to get away from it, but even so, Dipper was relentless in his pursuit to take the green Gem out once and for all.

At the same time, Pearl and Steven were both finally regathering their bearings after their rough landing off the warp pad. The white Gem herself was a good bit more dazed than her young ward, even as he began to quickly pick himself up and get back into the fight. “Pearl!” Steven exclaimed, somewhat exasperated as he nudged her weight off of him.

“O-oh, sorry!” Pearl exclaimed, flustered as she hurriedly stood as well, though by then, Steven had already taken off to peruse Peridot right alongside Dipper. The green Gem had managed to reach one of the relatively unscathed warp pads, only to receive the frustrating news that, much like all of the other pads throughout the worn-down collection, it would also be getting her, completely nowhere.

“Augh! Doesn’t anything work on this cruddy planet?!” she shouted, incredibly vexed by her very bad luck.

“I do,” Dipper said with a very satisfied grin as his ice-enhanced sword suddenly rammed into Peridot’s lower legs, not only knocking the green Gem off balance but effectively freezing her feet to the ground.

“And so do I!” Steven chimed in, summoning another shield as he ran forward. The young Gem tossed his weapon like a frisbee, and much to his luck, it hit its mark, striking Peridot squarely in the face hard amidst her trying to break free from the ice encasing her.

“Ow!” the green Gem cried, rubbing the sore spot near her nose and failing to notice Steven and Dipper wisely pull back as Garnet carried out the next attack.

“Amethyst, catch!” the Gem leader grunted, finally lifting the pillar she had been holding onto enough to send it flying at the purple Gem. Right on cue, Amethyst lashed out, her whip coiling tightly around the massive rock, which she wasted no time in hurling it towards the warp pad Peridot was currently frozen to.

“Destroy!” the purple Gem roared, the whip’s hold on the rock breaking as it crashed down almost directly on top of Peridot. As a result, the ice on the ground shattered and the green Gem was sent freely flying into the air, much to her noisy alarm.

Given Peridot’s vulnerable position, Pearl saw this as the perfect opportunity, which was why she wasted no time in rushing forward to catch her when she inevitably fell. “I got her!” she exclaimed, almost excitedly, the hope in both her voice and expression clear as she kept her sights on the green Gem and nothing else. “I got her! I got her!”

Unbeknownst to the white Gem, Garnet had the exact same plan as she did as her gauntlets disappeared and her arms stretched out to apprehend their green foe. As focused as they both were in catching Peridot, neither Garnet nor Pearl noticed each other, however, until they ended up ramming into each other, knocking them both to the ground roughly.

“Pearl!” Garnet snapped angrily, especially as, right above them, Peridot narrowly avoided landing on top of them by converting her floating fingers into rapidly moving helicopter blades. “Get off me!”

“Ah!” Pearl gasped anxiously, quickly getting up after Peridot swiftly flew away from them. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Knowing that her footing was still unsteady with the Gem leader, Pearl attempted to do her a kindness by helping her up, help that Garnet coldly refused as she sent her a fierce, frustrated glare, one that only deepened as Peridot safely landed on the warp pad they had all arrived on.

“Wow, this is just sad,” the green Gem remarked smugly, confident in her escape, even as the kids tried one last effort in rushing forward to catch her. “I almost feel sorry for you… Not!” Peridot let out a triumphant snicker, mimicking Steven’s teasing expression from before as she warped away, leaving a defeated, downcast group of Gems and kids behind in her wake.

“…Have a great weekend!” Steven called cheerfully after her after a beat of silence, only to quickly take it back as the twins and the Gems gave him a shared glance of annoyance for his amicability towards such an aggravating foe. A foe who, for whatever reason, seemed all but impossible to finally catch. “I mean… I hope her weekend is… not so great?”

#long preview is long #ah well #i liked how this scene turned out so dont fuckin blame me #jen writes #universe falls #uf preview #friend ship

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estrxlar · 3 years

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The Ghost Of You

17 - So Called Guardian

This Chapter’s Songs:

November; Tyler The Creator

Desire Lines; Lush

Show Me How; Men I Trust

- Y. L. Perspective

I swiftly take off my blazer, shoes, and tie, keeping an eye on the new yet old girl. After she had introduced herself to me, she finished up her conversation with Kiyoko. As I hid behind the locker to change my outfit, I listened in on Eclair and her reason for being here.

"Yeah, so I just got back! I'm leaving again around next week! I'm on spring break to see my mom, so I thought I could by after school to visit the old club! Maybe if Takeda lets me, I could stick around till I leave," she mumbles, smiling down at her shoes. The girl looked like an unboxed expensive doll with rich clothing included. "Oh...I have a question."

Kiyoko hummed, tying her shoes on the bench.

"How's Koushi doing?"

I felt as if my ears were stretching out towards her, hearing every single vowel she spoke out. 'Suga? What does she want to do with him? Maybe they're old friends.' I hoped and prayed that the two weren't involved in anything together. If so, that would give me another issue. I didn't want some beautiful girl near Koushi if they had history. Especially not if they're so close for them to be on a first-name basis.

I slam my locker shut, getting ready to put on my shoes as well. Both girls are surprised by the sudden sound, but I ignore it, continuing to "mind my own business."

"Uhm..." I feel Kiyoko's eyes wander towards me at the mention of Sugawara. "He's been doing pretty good ever since school started. I don't know much about his personal life."

I spot her hands tightening in on each other in the corner of my eye. "Oh! Okay, I'll just ask Daichi then. The only reason I'm asking is that...well...you know."

'You know?! What the hell does this girl want with Koushi?! And it's not like I can say I'm his girlfriend or anything...' I think to myself, finishing getting dressed. "Hey, Kiyoko, we should probably get going. We don't wanna be late to practice," I mutter in a nervous voice, rubbing my neck.

She nods to me. "Yeah. Uhm— Eclair is coming as well if you don't mind."

'Of course, she is.' Once again, I smile, saying, "that's fine with me! Gives me some time to know her." The girl squeals in excitement, getting a head start to the gym before Kiyoko and me.

When Kiyoko pulls open the gym doors, we're greeted by a few players that were already there. To my surprise, there seems to be a new boy in the gym.

I had expected him to greet us, girls, in a gentle manner the way the rest of the team does. Instead, he yells out to the black-haired girl, "Kiyoko! Come to my arms sweet mama!"

Repulsed, she slapped her hand against his face, making sure he hadn't touched her. "Stop that," she demanded which in her therapeutic tone that I could never take seriously. I only stood at the doorway, confused as to why there was a short, loud little man at our feet.

"I've missed you!" The boy gets back up, standing a good distance from us. Kiyoko simply scoffs before walking to the supply room, leaving Eclair and me with him. He looks our way almost immediately, grabbing both of our hands and kissing them. "Hey, ladies! Now, Eclair— you better tell me who this fine girl!"

She giggles lightly. "That's Y/n! I just met her a few moments ago, so I'm not sure I can tell you much about her!" A few moments after he turns back to the rest of the team, she leans close to my ear to whisper, "that's Nishinoya. He was our old libero before leaving for temporary discipline."

Kiyoko rolls out a basket of volleyballs, calling me towards her while Eclair greeted our players. I run towards her, helping her unbuckle the straps that held the casket together.

"So...who exactly is this Eclair?" I ask her, causing her to roll her eyes.

'I'm guessing no one good.'

"It's just an old manager that was around for a month or two during our second year. Throughout that time, she managed to get every boy on the team to wag their tail for her. I wouldn't call her a slut or anything, just very flirtatious. She didn't do much. She was more of a cheerleader for the boys so drool over," she explains. I look over to Eclair, feeling ill by the fact she was much closer to any of the players than I was. "And about Sugawara... she had a major crush on him for a while. You might want to keep an eye on him since you two are a thing."

It seemed Eclair was a huge threat already. With her formality, style, and beauty, I most definitely had my doubts about keeping Koshi in my grasp. I stared her down as she walked over towards him, greeting him with a small hug. Internally, I felt like ripping my head off at the sight. But I just tried ignoring it and continuing my task.

Thankfully, Daichi yells my name out, calling for me to head over there. I do as told and run over towards the group. He tugs at my shoulders, wrapping one of his strong arms around them. "This is Y/n. She's been a manager of ours for a week now, but she's pretty familiar with the third years. I think she'll be helping Kiyoko out until they graduate. Y/n, this is Eclair and Nishinoya— second years. Eclair was assistant to manager for a little while and Noya is our team's libero."

"Wow, that's so cool! So is Eclair gonna be a manager too?! That would be so awesome if we had three pretty girls in the club!" I cringe at how girl-obsessed this Nishinoya seemed to be and how sweet Eclair was behaving.

She smiled, giggling at the boy's question. "No, silly! I'm only here for a week! Since I'm still on spring break, I'll just be hanging out with you guys a couple of times before going back to France. I'm so sad that I have to leave all of you sweet boys for good!"

Daichi let's go of me, letting me wiggle my shoulders around. "Noya, you haven't changed all that much after leaving school for a while."

"Oh, whatever. I'm just excited to be back on the team. So, where's Asahi? Is he back yet?"

Everyone grows silent at Noya's question, looking anywhere but at him. 'Who's Asahi? This team is really lacking communication skills,' I think to myself. "Well...Uhm," Daichi mumbles in a hesitant tone.

"Damn coward." Nishinoya makes a sudden remark, changing the cheerful atmosphere he led just a few seconds ago.

Tanaka tried shutting up his peer, scared he'll get himself into even more trouble than he was already in. "Noya! Show some respect for your upper class-men!—"

"Oh shut up! He's a scared little cry baby and you know it," he yelled back to Tanaka. "If Asahi's not coming back, then neither am I!"

'So dramatic.' I think to myself, raising my brows at the awkward situation. Before anybody can stop him, he rushes out of the gym, leaving us worried. It sure was the "guardian" that Daichi described last week. Blunt and loud.

"Hm..so who's gonna run after him this time?" Tanaka groans, disappointed that his reunion with his friend came to a sudden stop.

Eclair frowns, beginning the sentence of her idea. "Maybe I could talk to him—" but she's suddenly interrupted by Koshi, who stands right behind me.

"Y/n! Why don't you do it?" He and his patronizing smile showed no mercy towards me. Placing both of his hands on my hips, he turns and leads me towards the door. "Come on, it'll be fun! Noya is always nice to gorgeous girls. Right guys?"

The team nods, chuckling at Koshi's strange behavior, given none of them had ever seen him act so touchy with me. In fact, he'd just told every member of the club that he thought I was gorgeous.

I give him a death stare, attempting to unleash myself from his grasp. He still kept a cheerful mood and was determined to see how I could handle this situation. "Koshi—I dunno... I just met the guy two minutes ago!"

When we reach the door, he suddenly got close up to my ear, whispering, "you'll be closer to the team ten times more than you were if you get him back. I just want you and the team to feel comfortable before announcing anything."

As annoyed as I was with him, I understood. My friends knew Suga, but they weren't very close to him in any way. I didn't blame him for wanting me to communicate with them. Still, that didn't change the fact I was pissed with him for putting me on the spot like that.

Sighing, I roll my eyes, awkwardly smiling at the team as they look towards us. And before I knew it, I'm off looking for Nishinoya.

I felt released when I had spotted him sitting nicely under a cherry blossom tree. As cheerful as the area was, he looked quite disappointed.

I debated once more if I should have butt into a problem that I truly had no acknowledgment of— if it was the best idea to potentially ruin this opportunity for the volleyball club. Unfortunately, he had spotted me in his peripheral vision before I could doubt myself any longer.

"Did Daichi send you?" His raspy high pitched voice questions me while he cracked his knuckles.

'Well, not him, but his best friend.'

I shake my head, sitting down in the empty spot next to him on the bench. He quickly turned the other way, crossing his arms like a child. "I'm not coming back," Noya scoffed.

I was lost. Was there anything other than coming back to the club to talk about? His skills. "Uhm, so, you specialize in defense, right?" I prayed to every presence that I was steering the right way with this conversation.

"Why do you think that?" He asks. "Cause I'm short?"

I shake my head again. "No, It's because Daichi kept calling you 'Guardian'."

"Guardian?! Where did that come from? I mean, I'm not that important. It's embarrassing—really!" Bingo! Noya grew flustered about the nickname and faced me, denying his excitement. "D-did he say that?"

"Mhm, supposedly you're pretty important."

But all good things must come to an end. After a few more seconds of happiness, he reverts to his angry attitude. "So what?! Does Daichi think giving me a badass nickname is enough to make me come back? I mean he's not wrong but—damn is Daichi that's not fair."

'It's not all that. Honestly, it's kind of cringe. But whatever floats your boat, I guess.' I wonder to myself how I could possibly make this stubborn boy agree that he was needed on the team. Without a script in my hand, I came up with the best I could do. "Look, Noya. I don't know much about volleyball or the club the way you do. Hell, I've only been here for a week and I'm already stressed out. But I'm positive that you're important to us. We have this kid...his name is Hinata. You met him earlier. You see, he has potential, but he still needs a lot of practice on his receives. And from what I know, that's the most important aspect of the game. Right?"

Nishinoya abruptly stands up, near crying at my explanation of how badly we needed him. "...wow,

L/n! You know how to convince a guy!" His voice wobbles in emotion. "Of course I'll help you! I

mean— Hinata! But that doesn't mean I'm coming back to volleyball club, I'm only gonna teach him how to do receives, that's all!"

I stand up, bowing towards the girl-obsessed guy. "Thank you, Noya."

'I did it! I got him to come back! Only for one practice, but that's still something!'

After taking many mental (and physical) notes on today, it was finally my time to leave practice.

Seeing Noya's playstyle helped me tremendously to understand the position of a receiver on the volleyball team. And as it turned out, he was an important player. And after this "Asahi" guy left, it only made everyone feel more diminished.

He's supposed to be another one of the third-year players. Though I've never met him, I do know that he's a boy my age but looks like a man. Supposedly, during a game that Karasuno was losing caused trouble for the entire team. Sugawara was setting and Asahi was attacking, but all of his attacks were shot down by another team. The night they came back is when he'd decided to give up on volleyball. I couldn't even imagine how guilty Koshi must have felt after that. Knowing him, he probably took on the blame for everything.

I was glad I decided to help out the club by getting Noya to help Hinata with his received. It would benefit not only them, but Sugawara as well. "How can you be confused, its just 'wooh!' and then 'pow!'" He shouts as the ball ricochets off of his wrists.

"Yeah! I know exactly what he's saying, how do you not get it?!" Kageyama says to Hinata, who's mentally challenging himself today.

"That's only because you guys teach with words!"

The day was coming to an end, finally. Dealing with a bunch of boys making noise and Eclair non-stop talking to everybody made me feel sick. But before I left to change back into my clothes, Nishinoya made a move to stop me.

"Wait, Y/n! You can't just leave without giving me your number! And where's my hug?! How about I take you out sometime as thanks for giving me such a sweet talk under the pretty little tree?" He whines, grabbing both my hands. 'Where's my hug? Mother fucker, you're younger than I am.'

Koshi spends no time running up behind me and pulling me from his grasp, telling the boy, "Noya, you need to stop harassing all the girls that step into this gym."

"Oh, come on, Suga! She's a total cutie and you know it!" He points at him. "Wait a minute...is that why you're so protective of the new manager?! You've got your eyes on Y/n!"

We both gasp, letting go of each other in an instant. "No!" Koshi and I yell while awkwardly smiling.

As time passes, each member dresses out and begins to walk home. When I do as well, Koshi. waits for me outside.

I would finally be able to talk with him about today!

"So, you have Noya a sweet talk under the cherry blossom tree?" Sugawara teases me, playfully bumping my shoulder while we began our walk into the roads.

I hit him back. "Stop that! That was just a coincidence. And I only got him back by saying Daichi thought of him as some knight and that he was needed on the team. That's all!"

"Oh yeah? Well, you did a good job. He said he'll stick around for a little bit to teach Hinata. Gotta say they get along great." His sweet chuckle fills the warmth around us.

Something was poking at me to ask him about the girl I'd met earlier. 'If she still has feelings for him, then should I not say anything?' "Hey, Kou?"

He hums, wrapping an arm around me. "What?"

"...what do you think of Eclair? Are you happy she's back to visit you guys?"

"Oh, I guess so. I tried not paying too much attention to her." He states, looking at the sidewalk ahead of us. Something told me he didn't want to talk about her feelings for him or if they were still there. However, I was determined to get to the bottom of the situation before having to be in the same room as the girl who likes the boy I love.

"Uhm...could you tell me about her? Like, what kind of relationship did she have with everybody? Did you guys get along? Stuff like that. I wanna get to know her without having to talk to her a whole lot," I tell him, snuggling into his shoulder.

When he walks dead silent for a few seconds, I realize that something is wrong. "Y/n..." he begins to sound a bit worried and disappointed. "I'd rather you not be around her too much."

As if I had no idea, I raise my brows innocently. "Why?"

"She just...stirs things up. I-I'd rather not have her come in between us. Thing is, she used to have this thing for me a few months before she left for France. At first, I thought she was just being polite by doing usual things that people would do when they are in love. But then after some time, I realized she had a major crush on me. And when I told her that I wasn't ready for a relationship, she totally flipped out. She made a big scene and told everybody that I was a stupid guy who only talked to girls for my pleasure." Towards the end of his explanation, he becomes more and more ashamed of what he says.

'So that means he had to have done things with other girls.' The thought that Koshi has most likely already had sex made my face heat up in both anger and sadness. Not that I had any motive to rush into that with him, but I felt more anxious he would expect more from me if the time ever came. "And...did you only talk to girls for pleasure?" My heart raced with every silent second that ran past us. Sugawara didn't want to answer my question.

"Koshi, if you've already had sex then I don't mind. I'm just asking if you used other girls for pleasure...because if so—"

"No!" He shouts gently, turning me towards him. Once again, we stood under the street light that we always seemed to stop at on walks home. "Y/n, I know I was pretty messed up but I wouldn't ever take girls for advantage and never have! And my old habits—they aren't something I should be proud of, so I don't talk about it."

"Koshi, we don't have to if you don't want to," I tell him.

"But I have to eventually, right? Why get you all caught up in a relationship you don't even fully know about."

I look into his eyes, longing for him to lay his sorrow down onto me and forget about it all. I knew that he'd never have it in his heart to do anything evil. But whatever he didn't want to tell me was eating him up. After a few moments of even more silence, I bring him back from his thoughts. "Kou?"

The boy takes one of my hands within his and brings it up to his lips, kissing it lightly. When he takes his lips back, he begins his explanation. "I've never really been able to cope properly with my mom's death, Y/n. That's why when I talk about it, I can't seem to keep myself together. And I know it's been a long time, but I'm still ashamed for giving my first time away so easily because I was overwhelmed with anger that I didn't care any longer. Things that someone should save for someone special were spent on girls who were only in it for pleasure. I was the same, but I now know that I would have saved even holding hands with a girl if it meant it was with you, Y/n. See— doing anything with you feels like the first time but better. And that's because I love you. So yeah, I slept with a couple of girls, but it never meant anything to me. It only helped me distract myself from realizing that I required feeling important and loved again. That as much as I wanted to, I couldn't be an adult at the age of seventeen. Please, tell me that you understand what I'm saying? That when I'm with you, you make me feel whole again. Like I'm loved and needed, and I can take my time with you."

When he says things like that to me, I can't help but sink into his arms and breathy close to him. I wanted nothing more than to help him cure whatever negative feelings intoxicated him. If I was what helped him, then so be it.

"Then tell me, Koshi," I whisper to him, looking deep into his eyes. The world stopped around us if only for a second to let me ask this question, even if I already knew the answer. "...who is your first love?"

Every nerve in my body jumped when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a strong hug. If he had already done everything romantic with other women, then wouldn't that meant he was already in love with somebody previously?

No, wrong.

"You. Y/n, you are my first."

I loved writing the ending of this chapter sm eee

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mercenary-sniper · 6 years

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Hey, if you're still doing the headcanon meme, how about all the numbers that haven't been picked yet? :D And for the relationship headcanon one, do it for Dynamo, Spider, Aluce, and whoever else you want~

((Goodness, you’re asking for a lot! XD But all the better~))

Holiday headcanon

Before Cedar met Dynamo, he had only a vague idea of holidays and the ways humans celebrated them. He was never given the opportunity to celebrate them himself, and was in fact under the impression holidays were for humans only.

He’s learned differently since meeting Dynamo. However, even after nearly six decades in Dynamo’s company, he’s still bewildered by holidays as a whole, and he’s not sure he believes there are quite as many holidays as Dynamo claims.

Cooking headcanon

Cedar is banned from any and all kitchens, and anything even remotely resembling a kitchen. This ban came about when Cedar nearly blew up Spider's condo, followed by nearly burning down Dynamo's apartment the following week.

Sleeping headcanon

Cedar generally sleeps on his back with his fingers laced on his stomach, but occasionally he ends up half-curled on his side with the blankets low around his waist. He's not a restless sleeper, so the blankets and pillows typically stay where they are.

If he's sharing a bed with someone (usually Dynamo), he sleeps facing them, pressed as close to the other's heat as possible, generally with his face buried in the other's chest or neck.

Bathing/showering headcanon

Cedar, like most Reploids, is very social when it comes to bathing and personal grooming.

During the first week of his activation, he and his factory-line siblings often bathed together in the communal showers, each taking turns washing the other’s hair or otherwise assisting each other as a form of social bonding.

These days, he usually ends up crammed in Spider’s shower along with Spider and Dynamo, and it’s one of the rare times he doesn’t complain about them mussing up his hair with their constant touching of it.

Hugging headcanon

Cedar is not a very huggy person. He has his personal bubble/EM field, and you had best stay outside of it unless you’re invited inside.

It rather irks him that Dynamo constantly invades for hugs, but he can’t really complain. It was his fault it started in the first place, so he tolerates it with the best grace he can.

All bets are off if hair-ruffling is included, however. Dynamo has yet to learn that doing so will always earn him an elbow to the stomach.

Kissing headcanon

Perhaps surprisingly, Cedar’s first kiss was not with Dynamo, despite having known the mercenary most of his life. Kissing just wasn’t something they did.

Sex headcanon

Despite how Cedar presents himself to those outside his inner circle, he isn’t “prim and proper” in the bedroom! Only Spider and Dynamo know that when Cedar starts verbal fights with them, it’s his way of flirting. And the frequent physical fights and wrestling matches among the three of them? Foreplay.

General physical contact headcanon

As mentioned above in the hugging headcanon, Cedar is not the most tolerant of uninvited physical contact, particularly if it’s someone he doesn’t know all that well. He’s a little more tolerant if the contact comes from an unfamiliar female, but this is mostly due to having it almost drilled into his head in his first days of activation that he had to respect women or else.

He’s decidedly more physically demonstrative with those he knows well, however, frequently engaging in hugs, though he prefers full-body leans.

He’s learned to put up with his highly-tactile best friends, though there are still days when he tolerates even physical contact with them with all the grace of a particularly cranky cat.

Physical appearance headcanon

Cedar takes pride in his appearance, making sure he's always neat and tidy- or as much as jobs allow. He's aware he's considered attractive, both because of his looks and because of his sophisticated manner, and he's not above using that to his advantage if the situation calls for it.

Wardrobe headcanon

Before the chaos that is Dynamo and Spider descended on Cedar’s life, the limit of his wardrobe was the sleeveless trench coat he started wearing soon after joining Aluce’s organization.

These days, Cedar is rather bewildered at the way his wardrobe has metaphorically exploded, with enough clothing to fill his closet at the mercenary base, half Dynamo’s closet at Spider’s condo, and a quarter of Spider’s closet. (This includes, much to his mortification, a tailored Armani suit, courtesy of Spider.)

Jewelry headcanon

Cedar has only two pieces of jewelry he owns, and both were gifts.

One is a silver holo-data locket with images of his factory-line siblings, given to him by Dynamo when Cedar quit his human-mandated job and “went rogue.”

The other is a “hog’s tooth” necklace, given to him by Spider after Cedar narrowly avoided being killed by an enemy sniper.

Nickname headcanon

Nicknames are very NO, as far as Cedar’s concerned. He tolerates the shortened mangling of his name by Spider and Dynamo only because he’s given no choice, and he tires of Dynamo’s never-ending quest to invent new nicknames for him.

He does rather like one nickname Dynamo uses for him, however, but good luck getting him to admit it, or to which one it is~

Dancing headcanon

Cedar doesn’t dance if he can help it. He’s thoroughly convinced he has three left feet due to being so used to wearing his armor for half his life.

Spider and Dynamo are trying to convince him otherwise, with mixed success.

Singing headcanon

Cedar is aware he has a pleasant voice, and that he can sing rather well. He just doesn’t do it very often, unless he’s tricked into it.

And yes, he is tricked into it rather frequently. He falls for “Hey, do you know this song?” every time.

Anger headcanon

Cedar has an extremely long fuse on his anger. He will get irked, irritated, or annoyed, but it takes a lot to drive him into full anger.

Once he reaches that point, someone usually ends up dead, either beaten to a literal pulp, or with a neat bullet hole between the eyes.

Favorite possession headcanon

Cedar’s favorite possession is the first book he ever read- 1984, by George Orwell. The book was given to him by Dynamo when they first met (it was the first gift he’d ever received, too), and he’s cherished it ever since.

Favorite photograph headcanon

Cedar’s favorite photograph is one of those photobooth kinds of photographs. In the photograph, Dynamo is making a horrible silly face at Cedar and Spider, Cedar is playing along and leaning away from Dynamo with an exaggerated grimace, and Spider’s laughing so hard he’s only halfway in the photograph because he’s falling out of the booth.

Relationship with/thoughts on _____ headcanon

Dynamo

Dynamo was Cedar’s first friend, and is now his “bestest” best friend (Dynamo’s wording, not Cedar’s) and lover. Though they like to pick at and fight with each other, they are very much deeply attached to each other. They’ll never admit just how deeply attached they are, not to themselves, and certainly not to each other.

Just try and imply that love has anything to do with it, and they will give you matching confused looks, along with a subtle threat to not push the subject.

Spider

Cedar was surprised by how quickly and how easily Spider fit into the dynamic between Cedar and Dynamo. Cedar is also surprised by how terrifying Spider can be under all the charm and playful immaturity.

And it hurts Cedar deeply in a place he often forgets when something Spider says or does reminds Cedar how young the bounty hunter is.

Aluce

Aluce was a close friend and almost like a mentor to Cedar. A large part of what makes Cedar who he is today is due to the old ‘roid. As a result, Cedar was utterly devoted to Aluce, and Aluce’s death at the hands of Red Alert devastated him and still affects him.

Blues

Cedar is equal parts in awe of and terrified by Blues. Blues is the legendary First, the shadow hand behind most of the Reploid-friendly laws that are passed, and the ‘roid who dragged Cedar back from death after Red Alert’s attack on Aluce’s organization.

Blues is also the bastard who’s royally screwed up Cedar’s best friends, and who will make your life a living hell if you don’t comply with Blues’ ideas about the part you should play in his eternal chess match with the humans.

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brian-wellson · 7 years

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An Open Letter ((OoC))

Hello, awesome people of Wyrmrest Accord! I felt compelled to write this because of, well, you’ll see!

I. A bit of background.

I first started playing WoW as a PvE’er (January 2009), and as an RP’er just a touch over two years ago (May 2015). It’s true… I am a Wrath baby, one nurtured on thottbot.com (and I ignored all advice given by icyveins.com). In July 2010, I developed a neurological disorder, one which has rendered me in constant pain and unable to sleep much past four hours a night, even under sedation, ever since. Needless to say, I had/have plenty of time on my hands. Once I maxed out at 80, achieved Explorer, and became a Loremaster, I decided to spend my time as a ‘raider’.

My feats were truly epic. Indeed, my guildmates had given me the affectionate nickname ‘Dr. Death’ – partially due to the fact that I have a Ph.D., but mostly because I was a horrible raider. Every pull? Dead. To this day, I still avoid ICC because Lord Marrowgar lives there. That bastard, he owned me. I can hear the redolent echoes of “Bonestorm!” quite clearly, and usually that echo’s antecedent is the death rattle of a human male.

Make no mistake, I held this title – Worst. Raider. Ever.

The friends I made in that guild, we’re still friends today, 7 years later. I even met one of them at BlizzCon 2015. That moment was amazing. We got drunk in the hotel room he was splitting with his girlfriend (and they’re still together to this day!), and laughed about the time our tank had finished off Professor Putricide, by herself, with 10% health remaining. I’ll never forget the thrill of that kill, nor the way we cheered once it was over.

Even though we are no longer in the same guild or even on the same server, we have celebrated real births, supported each other through real deaths, and rejoiced in real marriages – all online. Back when my liver was on the verge of failure, I had lost 60 pounds, and my kidney function was in the toilet, those former guildmates were the people who kept in contact with me the most. I’ve since recovered, but will forever be grateful to them. They cared, and they still do.

II. Why it matters.

I suppose what I am trying to say is the people with whom I align myself, they’re my friends for life, and I would do anything for them. (Well, everything except move a dead body, but even then there are three people who I would assist, if necessary.) Such unwavering loyalty has led to my being called a lapdog or yes-man; yet, unlike such people, I will often disagree with my friends, and tell them directly. And then we move on, send each other aesthetically incongruent covers of truly awful songs, and revel in gifs of cute pets doing silly things.

Therefore, when I see an anonymous call out leveled at someone who is very dear to me – someone who has been a far better friend than she probably knows – I get irritated. I get defensive. When compounded with the fact that someone has besmirched the quality of our writing, I am vexed that much more. To be sure, constructive criticism is good and we welcome it; anonymous insults, however, can be damaging and help no one.

III. Let’s talk about RP.

My RP partner and co-conspirator, Quai, and I worked toward resolving a plot for close to two years. We were faced with some very real logistical issues. There were more moving pieces than I think either of us had anticipated. Blackbay prides itself on its gritty realism, so how does RP resurrection even work? The short answer is, we did something different. The long answer is just that – long – and largely beside the point anyhow. The key takeaway is that we had to work within the confines of the game, in addition to our own harsh and self-imposed restrictions. To criticize us for being ‘too slow’ in pacing… well, I am sorry to hear that someone has perceived it this way, but I must respectfully disagree. Killing off a character is a big deal, but bringing one back? – even more so. The density and amount of detail necessary to craft something remotely believable in our gritty take of the Warcraft universe was quite high.

Quai and I – as well as our DM, Monette – are always pushing each other to think harder, do more, work faster, and to project things ever further out. To be clear: length does not equal quality – an axiom not only applicable to the line level, but also that of a plot or story arc. Does this mean every plot we craft is two years long? Of course not, for that would be preposterous. Does this mean that everything from one-offs to a years-long long plot or story arc feeds into an even bigger narrative? You bet it does. Admittedly, sometimes our stories flop, and sometimes threads are left hanging. More often than not, these issues arise because communication had broken down somewhere. Do we take lessons from such moments? Yes, absolutely.

While I understand and most certainly empathize with the point of view that new characters may have initial confusion during a long-term story arc, I present this challenge – if you don’t know what’s going on, ask the writer, ask the DM, ask the GM … hell, ask all three. I can guarantee that the people running the story would be more than happy to talk about it with you, either OoC or IC. We – all writers – love to talk about our babies. If you don’t know why someone needs to recover ‘X-object’, ask them: “Why the hell are we risking life and limb for X-object, when I don’t even know what X-object is or does?” (Perhaps with a bit more tact…) The reply could be OoC, or it could be IC, or it could be a little of both. Irrespective of the encounter type, the fact remains that it is always within your power – and I would say it is your imperative – to understand your peers’ and storytellers’ motivations.

Ultimately, RP is about enjoying oneself. If something is unclear, ask … because, you know what? You will enjoy yourself far more if you understand what is occurring, for understanding leads to personal investiture. This said, is asking difficult? It can be, but its rewards vastly outweigh the probability of being miserable… and this is coming from one of the most insecure RPers out there. Heck, there are times I am reticent to ask questions, so I understand this more than you might think.

More than anything, RP is about forming connections with characters and people, and granting those connections and relationships the opportunity to flourish.

Think of RP like wine. The best wine comes from the most carefully cultivated terroir. Even then, some of it is sour, or just doesn’t sit right with us. This is ok. Not all varietals are meant for all people. Some people can’t stand a Châteauneuf-du-Pape and only drink moscato (because they’re weird, teehee!); others want to vomit when they smell the sticky sweet of moscato, yet salivate at the mere thought of a well-blended meritage. And, once more, this is ok – that is why there are so many different varietals!

IV. A parting thought.

When I say that I’m lucky to be RPing with the people in my circle, it’s not bullshit – I mean it. These people, my friends and partners and peers, they impel me to work toward greater clarity, work harder, and be more creative. And these things, to me, are their own rewards.

Perhaps most importantly, those in my circle, and even those with whom I have yet not had contact, teach me how to be a better friend, peer, and collaborator.

Please. Before you complain about the length of a story or plot arc, the quality of the GM or DM or writer running it, or the general guidelines of a guild of which you are not part – I beseech you. Reach out. Ask what is happening, or why certain restrictions exist. Find your way out of the rabbit hole. Encourage interpersonal skills. Be kind & respectful. And, as always, write with heart, presence of mind, and with the cognizance that other people are involved aside from yourself. The decisions you make about your characters – IC & OoC – impact the way both you and your character will be perceived.

We are here for each other.

Let’s write a story.

(( Shout outs to my main RP partner and co-conspirator, @quai-mason; the fantastic people in [ @blackbay-wra ]: @monettemason, @juniper-rose-blower, @killerkyara, @alastar-wyatt; so many other people who I admire: @thalsianiii, @risrielthron, @adhelin, @manduhs-things, @patiencekindnesscourage; and all those who escape my exhausted mind at the moment. I adore you for who you are, and what you bring to the game. ))

#OoC #Author #RP thoughts #WRA #Wyrmrest Accord

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evilkitten3 · 7 years

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no words to spare

AN: So I asked if I should write something for my OCs, and… people seemed to like the idea! So here goes nothing, I guess. Let me know what you think! Kitty out.

Title: no words to spare

Summary: The hardest – and easiest – part about hating Mai, Hector thinks, is that she's too cruel to even pretend to hate him back.

Main Characters: Hector Stonefield, Mai Wakaba

Pairings: Implied Hector/Kotomi, implied one-sided Mai/Akiko

Extra Note: The majority of this story is told almost entirely from Hector's point of view, and is thus very biased. Mai is an extremely complex character, if only because I've put more work into her than most of the others (though I still have some issues with her that need to be sorted out), and Hector is one of the ones I have the most trouble writing. I hope this doesn't through anyone off of the characters – I do intend to write more, especially for the others, but I made a draft of this one a while back, so I figured I'd make some touch-ups and share it. I hope you like it!

For the most part, the others don't interfere. Katsuya and Kotomi have both known Mai long enough to know that befriending her is generally either something you do immediately, or never at all. That wasn't to say befriending her later was impossible, of course – just a year before beginning at Central Academy for the Magical Arts, Mai and a boy from their old school, Noah Dubinsky, had mended a previously antagonistic relationship that had been going on for about three years prior, and the two were now relatively good friends.

But every time Noah had been anywhere near their friend group – particularly Emi, who'd once been brought to tears by Noah's blunt and insensitive nature – after befriending her, Mai had been there as well. There had been no difference in her demeanor, and even people who'd known her all their lives couldn't explain how they knew, but there had been a threat there.

You are a friend, Mai's presence has said. I like you now. But you are not as important to me as the people you have hurt in the past. You have the opportunity to make thinks right. Waste it, and there will be consequences. The group had for the most part not noticed, but Katsuya had because Katsuya knew Mai, and he made sure to be as close to Noah as possible without being weird in case things got out of hand.

Hector Stonefield had never met Noah Dubinsky, and it was unlikely that he ever would. He'd never heard of him either. The two had absolutely nothing in common aside from one tiny thing: both had gotten off on the wrong foot with Mai from the start. In Noah's case, he'd said something that he hadn't realized could be seen as offensive, Mai had interpreted it as an insult towards someone she cared about, and the two had spent the next few years glaring at each other, slipping snide remarks across the room, and smirking when the other got in trouble. When exactly that had become friendship was unclear, but it had happened. Hector was a different case.

For starters, Mai had never once done anything to offend him, as far as anyone could tell. He was rooming with Katsuya and Jaren (or he had been, until Nikolai had arrived at the school and Jaren had agreed to room with his sister to keep things simple), and thus inevitably met their friends. Their first meeting had been fine. Hana had waved politely, Mikasa had nodded and gone back to her book, Emi had winked, Akiko had given him a beaming smile, Kotomi had blushed and shyly mumbled out a 'hello', and Mai had been as friendly and welcoming as she could be.

And Hector had looked her in the eye as she grinned widely at him, and he had realized that he hated her. He'd tried to be quiet about it – Kotomi was a sweet girl, and he liked her a lot, and Katsuya and Jaren were nice enough, and the other girls were fine, and he didn't want to offend any of them. But he could not stand Mai Wakaba and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. Even after realizing that she had survived the explosion at the CETMUD facility, the one where his mother had died, he knew that wasn't why he hated her.

He figures it out when their group is watching Akiko run with the track team, and they're all cheering and clapping (well, Mikasa is reading a book, but every now and then she glances up to watch with a tiny smile, which is probably as much support as she's comfortable with giving), and out of the corner of his eye Hector sees Mai. She's wearing her huge grin, eyes shining as she calls out words of encouragement, and it all seems perfectly fine until–

Until someone trips Akiko. It might have been intentional, maybe not, but Hector sees Mai's face change. The crowd boos as Akiko hits the dirt, but Mai has no expression on her face that Hector can identify. Her eyes are just a little wider than usual, but her knuckles are stark white against her tanned skin as she grips the bleachers. Mai is protective of her friends, especially Akiko, and everybody knows it.

Just for a moment, Hector sees murder in her eyes. He sees the girl who so often jokes about her uselessness in terms of both practical, everyday things, and in most combat scenarios, and he sees that girl replaced with someone ready, willing, and 100% able to kill any and every living creature between herself and Akiko's safety. For just one moment, Hector thinks he might be about to die.

And then Akiko's back on her feet, and Mai smiles again. Only this time, her mouth stays flat and her eyes soften and it occurs to Hector that he's never seen her smile like this before. He wonders if he's ever really seen her smile at all.

"You really don't like me all that much," Mai says one day, when Hector is in the library studying because the Common Tongue isn't the one he's most familiar with, and even if he speaks it fluently, his writing is always marked with spelling problems and grammatical errors. "Right, Hector-kun?" He doesn't get why she uses honorifics from the language spoken in the Far East of Lux to CAMA, the center of the Seven Kingdoms, when the Common Tongue is the one she grew up speaking. He knows she doesn't speak that tongue with her extended family either – she uses the cultural language, with hard "ch" sounds and backwards writing. He only knows that because he's seen her use it with Katsuya, when annoyed or frustrated, and he knows because she punctuates her Common with words from that tongue that can only be curses. He doesn't know who she speaks the Far-East Luxian too, except Kagura and Kotomi, but both speak Common just fine. In fairness, she does have heritage from that area – most of their group does; it's obvious from their names alone. Hana is the only one who's ever been there, as far as Hector is aware (not counting Kotomi, who's lived there her whole life, and Kagura, who's been all over the place but isn't really from anywhere), but most of the others don't speak the language at all. Mikasa and Akiko know a couple words, and Katsuya and Emi probably do too, but even Kotomi and Hana keep their languages separate. Mai… doesn't. Her speech is filled with every language she knows, and the lack of reaction from everyone else makes him think that's normal for her. He's met her little brother once – he doesn't talk like that.

And then there's "Hector-kun". He knows what it means, of course. Kotomi told him about both of her native tongues before she brought him to meet her fathers, and he knows about the honorifics of the Far-East of Lux. But Mai doesn't refer to anyone else like that. She likes nicknames – like "Koko-chan", "Ai-chan", "Emichi", "Mikami", "Katsu-chan", and the like. Hana is "Hana-senpai", but that seems like an inside joke between the two. Hector can't tell if it's because she knows he hates her or if she just hasn't thought of one yet. Not that he wants one, of course – he hates her nicknames, and he doesn't know if he'll be able to stop himself from punching her lights out if she tries to call him something so childish and silly.

"No, I don't," he agrees, because he's an honest person and because Kotomi isn't anywhere nearby. "I don't like liars." Mai nods.

"I figured as much," she says cheerfully. He wonders if she actually thinks he buys it, or if she just doesn't care enough to drop the act. "You're pretty observant, for royalty." Hector chokes then, because he's never told anyone where he came from. He doesn't lie about it unless absolutely necessary – he really hates liars – and there's really no way Mai should know about it. Granted, he hadn't bothered to change his name, but he shouldn't have had to – he knew his elder brother well enough to know that his name wouldn't be brought up after he left. At least, not without a swift and almost certainly deadly response. "We really don't have much in common, you and I," Mai notes. "Aside from our friends, I mean." She laughs, and the sound makes Hector feel ill.

"What do you want?" he demands. He isn't going to be polite to someone who's been lying to his face, who is lying to his face as they speak, but she doesn't seem bothered. Her infectious grin – like a terminal disease, he thinks, that no one else seems to want to acknowledge; a plague smile – widens.

"I just thought you should know," she says, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I really don't mind. There's no reason to pretend you like me when you don't; Koko-chan knows that not everyone can be friends." Does she? Hector wonders. He cares about Kotomi a great deal, but she's always been a bit naïve. "Besides," Mai adds. "You hate lying, and you're really not very good at it. So don't lie, okay? I think it makes the others more uncomfortable when you pretend everything's fine instead of acknowledging how much you hate my guts." Hector's jaw clenches.

"I don't want to be lectured about honesty by you," he spits out, glaring at her.

"So you want to keep lying?" Mai asks, feigning surprise. "I didn't think you were that kind of person. But honestly, I don't mind." She beams at him, and he wonders how it's possible to hate a single person so much. "If you hate me, that's fine. But there's something I should tell you." Hector slams his book shut, stands up, and turns on her.

"What?" he snarls. "What the hell do you–" she pokes his nose.

"I don't hate you," she tells him, smiling. It's not her real smile, but it's not a fake one either. Her lips are turned up slightly, and her eyes are crinkled at the corners like she's laughing, but there's a glimmer of something else behind the amicable mask that's laughing at him. You really thought I'd hate you too, the smile taunts him. You really thought you were worth at least that much. "I don't hate you, Hector-kun. If you were in trouble, I'd do anything I could to help."

Mai wraps her arms around him in what Hector feels is less of a hug and more of a coil, a snake wrapping around its prey to choke the life out of it – a venomous snake, no less, one that could kill him quickly with poison but was too sadistic to let him die so simply. "That's what friends are for," she whispers in his ear. Hector tears himself away and sprints out of the library, away from Mai. He doesn't realizing he's going to his room until he gets there, flinging the door open and throwing himself on his bed. Katsuya isn't there, and that's a relief, because he doesn't want to explain to his roommate why he's crying into his pillow.

When he leaves, nothing will have changed.

In the library, Mai calmly hands Hector's abandoned book to the librarian, asking him to hold onto it until Hector realizes he forgot it. She walks out with her hands in her pockets, wandering aimlessly through the halls of the school. Dinner will be in a couple of hours, and she thinks she might want to go for a swim first.

When she next sees Hector, she'll smile at him and he'll glower at her, and Kotomi will laughed and shake her head, and it will be like nothing ever happened.

And, as far as Mai's concerned, nothing did.

#ek3 writes stuff #my ocs #hector stonefield #mai wakaba #i'm still working on mai's speech patterns btw #she talks wEIRD #meglovesocs

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