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mugiwara-no-toshokan · 10 months

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Some Direction

CisFem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: Language, stalking, violence, sexual themes and situations, ptsd -- surprisingly fluffy despite it all. 18+ only

Chapter 3: Bad Directions

"The sun's still up, I'll be fine." You assure Mihawk again, but you can already feel yourself wilting. The stern man doesn't budge and won't take no for an answer.

The rest of the meeting had gone well. It was decided that you would move into the Dojo. Mihawk would be available to help mitigate you and Zoro adjusting to one another, you wouldn't be any further from your job than you already were, and there was help in breaking your current lease and getting moved. The Government did it's best to accommodate what it was forcing people to do, so that was a bit of tension off your shoulders.

"You are an impending member of this family now," Mihawk insists. "You two need to spend as much time together as you can. It might not seem so right now, but it will help to ease this transition."

"Ah, then I am in your care." You cave in and bow slightly as Zoro steps through the gate and waits for you to follow along.

The walk to the bus stop is quiet, but it wasn't much of a walk to begin with. You grab a bus schedule from the small shelter by the stop and begin to look through it. You know the bus schedules fairly well, but you want to be sure of what your new schedule's going to be to get to the library for work.

"You're taking all of this well." Zoro says. He wasn't looking at you, he was watching for the bus while you were looking over the schedule.

Not like there was much choice, you muse internally. "So are you."

Zoro grunts, and it makes you smile. There really isn't much else to say about it. It is what it is and it's going to be whatever it's going to be. You can make plans, and hope for the best, but this is something that takes two people to work and there's no way around that. If one takes the lead too forcefully over the other, then resentment could grow down the line.

"Tomorrow's Saturday, and I don't have a shift at the library, may I come over?"

"There'll be classes."

"If I don't disrupt them, may I sit in and observe?"

Zoro's dark eyes fall on you for a second before he goes back to watching for the bus. "Don't complain if you get bored."

"What time can I come over?"

"Breakfast is at 07:30. First class is at 08:30."

So as long as you showed up before one of those thresholds you wouldn't be disrupting anything. His sense of direction might be complete garbage, but at least he was easy to understand.

"If it's not rude of me to invite myself to breakfast, I'll be there at 7."

"... It's not."

Something felt warm in your chest, and you smiled softly to yourself. Neither of you said more until the bus showed up. You got your bus pass out, and noticed Zoro was doing the same. You almost said something, but if he hadn't intended to get on the bus, he wouldn't have taken the pass out. He knew what Mihawk was thinking more than you, so there was no reason to point it out.

He inclines his head, and you get on before him, the soft beep sounding behind you signaling that you were getting escorted all the way home. There were plenty of empty seats, and you sat in the middle-ish of the bus, with Zoro sitting beside you.

He draped his arm behind the back of your seat and crossed his legs. It looked more like he was getting comfortable than anything else. The closeness was a little more than you had anticipated, and you felt yourself become overly aware of him. It was as the bus began to move that you realized you were still wearing the tie.

"Here, let me give this back to you before I forget." You say, loosening the tie and rolling it up for him.

He stuffs it sourly into his pocket, his disdain for the tie pretty obvious. You'll have to make sure that any suit he has to wear for the wedding doesn't require a tie. You were sure as the bride you'd be able to push back on Mihawk's love of tradition at least a little bit.

You manage to relax a little as the bus ambles along on its stops, slowly closing in on your apartment. With two more stops to go you feel a chill go down your back. It was like earlier, there was someone looking at you, but this was less of a look and more of a piercing gaze. You fingers clench on the tops of your thighs, and the air around you feels thick. You've struggled with social anxiety since the first few bad reactions from people regarding your past, but this felt like your instincts kicking in.

Zoro's arm shifts, and his hand rests on your shoulder.

"(Y/N)." He says it softly, and you look up at him with concern. His brows knit at the expression on your face and you notice his gaze slipping around the bus as his body tenses. The oppressive feeling fades after a moment and as you unclench a fist you pat the top of his thigh a couple times.

"It's passed," you say quietly.

Zoro's hand on your shoulder flexes, but he doesn't move it away, and you feel the rest of his body relax. Even with his body relaxed there's something that feels sharp coming from him. Most of the time he seemed to be extremely apathetic about everything, but right now it was like he was trying to be aware of it all. With him on alert in that way you felt yourself relax.

When you got to your stop, Zoro got off the bus with you. He took the top of your arm firmly and led you away from the bus stop a little way down the block. The look on his face stopped you from pointing out you were going the wrong way. He wasn't hurting you, or dragging you, but that sharp look and feeling were both back in force.

You waited until his grip relaxed before you said anything. "Everything okay?"

"How often have you felt that?"

"Felt?" You were confused for a moment before realization came across your face. "Earlier today, I felt something kind of similar. Not as... hostile though. I didn't think much of it, but it's not something that's been happening for weeks or months or anything."

"Tell me if it happens again." His sharp gaze was on you, and you nod.

"Is it safe to go to my home now?" You ask quietly.

Zoro lets go of your arm, looking around once more. "Lead the way."

You walk Zoro to your apartment. There's no real reason for him to remember the way, in a couple weeks you'll be moved into the Dojo, and you'll spend as much time as you can over there in the meantime.

"Um..." You feel your face flush even though you're not trying to do anything with him. "Did you want to come in? There's not much, but if you're worried about earlier, you can stay for a drink."

Zoro was still looking around, and not at you, but he mutters a "Yeah, sure." And you turn away from him and unlock the door before your blushing face becomes an issue. Your modest apartment was pretty sparsely decorated, but you had enough furniture and dishes to entertain a single guest.

"You can leave your shoes on, I don't have slippers." You state, slipping your own shoes off out of habit.

"It's fine." Zoro replies, his shoes already coming off.

You step further in, pointing as you explain the important parts. "You can sit anywhere in the living room, and the bathroom's through the bedroom on the left. What would you like to drink? I have water, tea, coffee and, uh, well, I think that's it."

"Whatever you pick for yourself is fine." He answers, walking through the apartment slowly.

You tilt your head a bit, but you don't say anything. You decide to make some tea, it was a little too late for coffee, at least if you wanted to be up in time to make it to the dojo by 7am tomorrow. After a few minutes you'd made two cups of tea and Zoro and stopped pacing around your apartment.

"Were you looking for cameras?"

"...Yeah."

"I'd be impressed if there were any in here." You admit, taking a sip of your tea and sinking back into your couch. "A few years back I got really paranoid that someone was watching me, and I started checking for bugs every time I got home from anywhere. It was exhausting, but it turned into a habit and I still check every week."

"I thought you said this wasn't ongoing." His grumbles.

"It isn't ongoing. That was like... six years ago. Today's the first time since then." You clarify.

"Did you report it?"

Your eyes stare into your cup and you fall silent for a moment. You sense Zoro's gaze fall on you and mutter your response before taking a drink. "No."

Zoro doesn't say anything more, and the two of you sip your tea in silence for a long while. The silence itself isn't uncomfortable, but you're both on edge, listening for any weird noises, and mulling over the events of the day. Despite his brusque nature, you were happy to realize you weren't afraid of him, even completely alone with him like this.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but the sun was down when Zoro finally stood up to leave.

"I should head back."

You nod and stand up to show him out.

"Make sure you lock the door."

"Of course."

"Call me if something happens."

"Uh, sure."

"And, uh..." Zoro rubs the back of his neck. "Thanks for the tea."

"You're welcome." You reply, smiling happily. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Zoro grunts as he walks off. You try not to watch him, thinking it wouldn't do much good to make yourself worry about him getting lost. He's survived this many years one way or another, there wasn't much you could do about it anyway.

You lock the door, and the bolt, and decide to put the little chain thingy across the door as well. After a moment of thinking about it you go around all the rooms and double check that the windows are locked. By now your nerves are on edge, but you still need to try and sleep, so you decide to reinforce the door by putting the recliner in front of it. Grabbing a blanket, you opt to sleep in the recliner to add more weight to it.

Your assumption is, if someone breaks a window, you'll have a couple seconds to shove the recliner free and run out of the door. If someone comes through the door, you'll have plenty of time to call Zoro and arm yourself. Both scenarios feel acceptable, so you set an alarm, cover yourself with the blanket and sink into the cozy recliner with little effort.

. . . . . .

Sleep found you in fits. Your dreams had been more like nightmares, even though you couldn't remember them as you groggily shifted in the recliner for the half dozenth time. It'd been some time since you had such bad nightmares, and of course since you needed to be up early it was happening tonight.

The last few emotions from your nightmares left you feeling unsettled, but since it was still dark out and your alarm hadn't gone off yet, you tried to drift back off to sleep when something caught your attention and froze you in place.

The doorknob shifted. You could hear it and see it.

Your eyes went wide, and your senses were immediately on edge. You were 100% awake, and staring at the doorknob, straining every sense you had. There was a soft scratching sound from the other side of the door that went on for a few long seconds.

For a brief moment it sounded like mice in the walls, but you realized it was coming from the doorknob itself.

Then the lock popped.

... Shit.

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yisanged · 3 months

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i finally finished my speech yesterday even though i had to stay up extra late to. i read it to the speech coach today she was my eng teacher last year and she said it was really good especially for my first info speech ever and especially because i wrote it in four days. she says i have to join speech and debate for real and do info normally not just for some random ap sem assignment next year. i wont even be able to go states because i'll be in ap research and the isef stuff overlaps but she told me to do it anyways because she thinks i'll do really well. she said i could be their dark horse of info lolol. i was a bit embarrassed but i was happy she said it. all of my english teachers love my writing always except this year's hasn't asked us to do a lot of writing yet and she doesn't give super nice comments or anything so i was like deprived. i am a humanities boy deep down in my heart. it's obscured behind all the advanced math and science classes i'm in but don't be fooled it's just because my school mostly only offers advanced math and science options with not much extra you can do for humanities. my dad tells me he's ok with me pursuing like a phd in something and becoming like a college professor but he says it just can't be a humanities ok dad. whatever. mr. no media literacy i can only do math. anyways back to my point my speech is pretty good they say. except i won't be able to score very high tomorrow because i'll be reading it off and if you're reading on script you can't score higher than anybody who does it memorized no matter how sucky their memorized speech is. it's really lame that i have to miss the science olympiad invite tomorrow just to place badly at this random s&d meet when i'm not even in speech and debate i wanted to go to scioly. fuck ap seminar man. swagever.

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quinloki · 1 year

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Some Direction

Fem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: Language, stalking, violence, sexual themes and situations, ptsd 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 3: Bad Directions

"The sun's still up, I'll be fine." You assure Mihawk again, but you can already feel yourself wilting. The stern man doesn't budge and won't take no for an answer.

"You are an impending member of this family now," Mihawk insists. "You two need to spend as much time together as you can. It might not seem so right now, but it will help to ease this transition."

"Ah, then I am in your care." You cave in and bow slightly as Zoro steps through the gate and waits for you to follow along.

"You're taking all of this well." Zoro says. He wasn't looking at you, he was watching for the bus while you were looking over the schedule.

Not like there was much choice, you muse internally. "So are you."

"Tomorrow's Saturday, and I don't have a shift at the library, may I come over?"

"There'll be classes."

"If I don't disrupt them, may I sit in and observe?"

Zoro's dark eyes fall on you for a second before he goes back to watching for the bus. "Don't complain if you get bored."

"What time can I come over?"

"Breakfast is at 07:30. First class is at 08:30."

So as long as you showed up before one of those thresholds you wouldn't be disrupting anything. His sense of direction might be complete garbage, but at least he was easy to understand.

"If it's not rude of me to invite myself to breakfast, I'll be there at 7."

"... It's not."

"Here, let me give this back to you before I forget." You say, loosening the tie and rolling it up for him.

Zoro's arm shifts, and his hand rests on your shoulder.

"It's passed," you say quietly.

You waited until his grip relaxed before you said anything. "Everything okay?"

"How often have you felt that?"

"Tell me if it happens again." His sharp gaze was on you, and you nod.

"Is it safe to go to my home now?" You ask quietly.

Zoro lets go of your arm, looking around once more. "Lead the way."

"Um..." You feel your face flush even though you're not trying to do anything with him. "Did you want to come in? There's not much, but if you're worried about earlier, you can stay for a drink."

"You can leave your shoes on, I don't have slippers." You state, slipping your own shoes off out of habit.

"It's fine." Zoro replies, his shoes already coming off.

"Whatever you pick for yourself is fine." He answers, walking through the apartment slowly.

"Were you looking for cameras?"

"...Yeah."

"I thought you said this wasn't ongoing." His grumbles.

"It isn't ongoing. That was like... six years ago. Today's the first time since then." You clarify.

"Did you report it?"

Your eyes stare into your cup and you fall silent for a moment. You sense Zoro's gaze fall on you and mutter your response before taking a drink. "No."

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but the sun was down when Zoro finally stood up to leave.

"I should head back."

You nod and stand up to show him out.

"Make sure you lock the door."

"Of course."

"Call me if something happens."

"Uh, sure."

"And, uh..." Zoro rubs the back of his neck. "Thanks for the tea."

"You're welcome." You reply, smiling happily. "I'll see you tomorrow."

. . . . . .

The doorknob shifted. You could hear it and see it.

For a brief moment it sounded like mice in the walls, but you realized it was coming from the doorknob itself.

Then the lock popped.

... Shit.

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tada-no-honzuki · 2 years

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Ascendance of a Bookworm (24) Part 5 Volume 3 Chapter 7

This translation is not supposed to replace the official releases of the light novel series. Please purchase the official light novel when it becomes available!

Socializing with Royalty

Though I had added the advertisement on a whim, it didn't change the fact that I had been praised. By an unexpected stroke of good luck, I had earned myself a "Well done".

…it's a "Well done!". Ehehe!

As I indulged in the joy of seeing Ferdinand grin and the feeling of his hand resting on my head, Hannelore gave me a puzzled look and placed her hand on her cheek.

"Lady Rozemyne, you certainly look pleased."

"Indeed! Did you hear that? He said, "Well done". Unless our whole dormitory passes their written lessons on the first day, or I finish all my classes as quickly as possible while maintaining perfect grades, Lord Ferdinand won't praise me in such a way. Since he went to Ahrensbach, I feared he'd only ever be able to praise me through written communication, so I'm truly happy to have him praise me in person."

I had expected them to smile and say, "I'm so happy for you," but instead Sieglinde's and Hannelore's faces twitched.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"…no, I am just surprised how exceptionally strict his teachings are."

Sieglinde gave me a troubled smile as she forced the words out. Since he had always been like that, my senses had long been paralyzed, but apparently, Ferdinand's teaching was perceived as "exceptionally strict" by others.

…ah! Maybe she is thinking I'm being treated poorly again!?

"Ah, well, it might sound like he is exceptionally strict, but it's totally fine once you get used to it. Before he headed to Ahrensbach, he would allow me to read a new book whenever I finished one of my assignments. Lord Ferdinand is actually very kind."

…he may have been strict, but he isn't a bad person.

As I tried my best to emphasize Ferdinand's kindness, Sylvester laughed and waved his hand lightly.

"Reading the book was in fact her next assignment. Since she considers reading a reward, Rozemyne is probably the only one who can keep up with Ferdinand's way of teaching."

…what!? After I finished a practical assignment, he would hand me a book with the words, "Finish it by tomorrow, or I'll give you another assignment". So I thought he was rewarding me! I can't believe the reading itself was actually an assignment!?

As I opened my eyes to the truth, I noticed a group of black capes coming our way. Anastasius was at the head of the group. Eglantine wasn't with him this year, probably because she had work to do as a teacher. It was a little lonely.

"Oh, you have Royal visitors. Very well, we'll be on our way once we've exchanged our greetings."

Sieglinde and Hannelore stood up and tried to give up their seats, but as they did, Anastasius raised his hand.

"Wait. There is something I would like you to hear as well, Lady Sieglinde."

Told to stay, Sieglinde and Hannelore sat down again after exchanging greetings with Anastasius. At our round table, Sylvester sat to Anastasius' right, while Sieglinde sat to his left. Meanwhile, Sylvester sat to my left and Hannelore to my right.

"Lady Rozemyne, my apologies, could you make a shield of wind?" Anastasius asked. "In addition, we shall use a sound-blocking barrier. Everyone else shall stand back."

While Anastasius had his attendants prepare the magic tool, I made Schutzaria's shield. As no one in the vicinity was blasted away by my shield, it seemed that no one near us seemed to be harboring ill will or hostility. Still, Anastasius didn't only tell the attendants to leave after they finished preparing his tea and sweets, he also ordered all guard knights to step outside the sound-blocking barrier.

"You want the guard knights to step down too?" I asked.

"…yes. You will understand why soon enough." Anastasius replied.

Understanding he was probably going to report on the incident with the Sovereign knights who interfered with our ditter match, both Sieglinde and Sylvester agreed with Anastasius and told their retainers to step down. Sieglinde was the first to speak up once all retainers had left the barrier.

"These seem pretty strict measures. What is this about?" She asked.

"First of all, allow me to give you some advice," Anastasius said. "I have given several warnings, but there doesn't seem to be any improvement. I considered summoning their guardians to the Royal Academy, but eventually decided to wait until the Interduchy Tournament. When I finished my conversation with Klassenberg, I noticed you were sitting together, so I rushed over knowing I wouldn't get a better opportunity."

…um, so in short, this is the summons of the guardians of the problem children? Come to think of it, last year after the Ternisbefalen incident Ferdinand attended as my guardian instead of Sylvester. This makes me kind of nostalgic.

Last year seemed such a long time ago. As I looked around while relishing the feel of nostalgia, I noticed Sylvester, Sieglinde, and Hannelore all wore stiff faces and their bodies had tensed up in the face of the royal advice. I was the only one not feeling the gravity of the situation. So I hurriedly made a serious face too.

"As you are likely aware, Dunkelfelger and Ehrenfest are causing far too many problems," Anastasius said. "As much as the Royal Academy is a place that restricts parental interference to encourage children to grow, this has gone too far. Rozemyne and Hannelore, ever since you two enrolled, problems have arisen one after another and they are growing in scale by the year."

Before we enrolled, there were no disputes between Dunkelfelger and Ehrenfest, nor were there any quarrels involving multiple duchies. Incidentally, because Ehrenfest wasn't quickly rising through the ranks, the lesser and middle duchies had been acting much more amiable too.

"Prince Anastasius, may I ask you a question?" I asked.

"What?"

Although his gray eyes seemed to scream, "Don't interrupt me!", he still gave his permission.

"When you speak of disputes between Dunkelfelger and Ehrenfest, you mean the ditter matches?" I inquired.

"What else could it be?" He replied.

"I don't believe we deserve to be scolded for that."

As I said the words, Sylvester quickly tried to restrain me, "Rozemyne, do not argue with Royalty". I shook my head as I made eye contact with Sylvester, who honestly looked a little pale.

"Sylvester, whether it's Royalty or a greater duchy, they won't understand us if we do not clearly state our case." I retorted. "If we silently accept anything they say, it'll only lead to unnecessary misunderstandings and the spread of bad rumors. I think it's important to firmly state one's case before others end up misinterpreting a situation. Of course, I intend to choose my battles wisely."

As I looked around the people sitting at the table, Sylvester screamed, "And thus you chose to pick a battle with Dunkelfelger and Royalty!?".

"Yes," I answered. "Prince Anastasius has experienced firsthand the consequences of communicating through a third party, instead of directly conveying his thoughts to Lady Eglantine. And Dunkelfelger's First Lady has come to understand the importance of sharing information and prerequisites in our discussion just earlier."

Of course, I couldn't speak frankly with just anyone. My standards may be different from Sylvester's, but, in my way, I was carefully choosing my battles. I couldn't deny my standards may be wrong though.

"Rozemyne, there might be a point in what you say," Sylvester said. "but I need you to consider Ehrenfest's position a little bit more."

"Huh? But Prince Anastasius went out of his way to shut out his retainers because he wanted our honest opinion, didn't he?" I asked. "If he wanted us to silently listen, he wouldn't have gone through all the trouble to create this environment."

I pointed to Schutzaria's shield and the barrier created by the sound-blocking magic tool. With a pained expression on his face, Anastasius gave Sylvester a sympathetic look.

"Aub Ehrenfest, I completely understand how you must feel. But it is as Rozemyne says, what I want is your honest opinion. So, Rozemyne, why do you believe you don't deserve a scolding?"

"Neither I nor Hannelore ever thought or said we wanted to play ditter," I explained. "Isn't that right, Lady Hannelore?"

When I asked her opinion, Hannelore's body twitched. "Yes, I never wanted to play ditter", she said while nodding vigorously.

"I assume you still remember the incident that took place in my first year, Prince Anastasius?" I inquired. "Lord Lestilaut suddenly attacked me to become the Master of Schwarz and Weiss. It was Professor Rauffen who suggested we settle the matter through a game of ditter."

And in my second year, Aub Dunkelfelger was the cause. At the Interduchy Tournament, he insisted, "If you want the printing rights to Dunkelfelger's History Book, you have to defeat us in ditter", which led to a one-on-one battle between Ferdinand and Heisshitze. Though I wanted the printing rights, I would have preferred to settle the matter through a discussion.

In my third year, it was Lestilaut who pressed for a match in an attempt to cancel my engagement. If we hadn't accepted the match, Dunkelfelger most likely would have used their status as a greater duchy to pressure our Aub into agreeing.

"Hannelore and I got caught up in these events against our will," I said. "If you want to scold anyone, please scold the men of Dunkelfelger who abused their duchy's high-ranking status to force games of ditter upon Ehrenfest, which we could not refuse."

Anastasius looked at Dunkelfelger's First Lady with an indescribable look, then helplessly said, "Refuse them next time".

"Oh, we will," I said. "I was taught we could not defy a higher-ranking duchy. However Lady Sieglinde kindly permitted us to refuse any further ditter invitations, so you may rest assured that Ehrenfest won't be accepting any challenges from here on."

When I confidently turned to look at Sylvester beaming, "Look! We got royal permission to refuse. Everything will be fine now. " Sylvester held his head and froze in place. I had thought he would be over the moon to have "permission to refuse" from Royalty and Sieglinde, but for some reason, he appeared to be at his wit's end.

"Also, on behalf of all lower-ranking duchies, I would like to ask Royalty to be more reluctant to permit the use of training grounds to play ditter for non-course related purposes," I said. "Once permission is given, the lower-ranking duchy cannot refuse anymore. It would be very helpful if you could confirm the intentions of both parties beforehand, to avoid the need for any scolding after the fact."

Dunkelfelger's knights, who took every chance to play ditter, would make the initial arrangements, and Rauffen, the highest authority of the knight's course, was always more than happy to ask the Royal family for permission. No one ever considered the opinion of the lower-ranking duchies, which honestly didn't want to play ditter.

"Aub Ehrenfest. Would it truly be helpful to confirm the intentions of the lower-ranking duchy beforehand, as Rozemyne suggests?" Anastasius asked.

"…it most certainly would be helpful," Sylvester replied. "Depending on their relationship with the higher-ranking duchy, they may not be completely honest even if you ask for their opinion, which then may still result in an unwanted match. However, by showing you are willing to hear them out, you will develop a sense of appreciation and awareness that at the very least the royal family is looking out for them."

Anastasius nodded, "Hmm. I'll keep it in mind." I was sure this should reduce the number of ditter victims a little.

"Then, I apologize for the Sovereign knights' intrusion into the match," Anastasius said. "Those knights acted of their own accord, insisting that it was in the royal family's best interest to obtain the Saint for the Zent. Because Hildebrand indeed wished to help Rozemyne, who was troubled by Dunkelfelger's proposal, some believe that the knights mistook his wish for a royal order. Of course, because Hildebrand never gave a royal order, and they did involve some lesser and middle duchies, the knights will have to face the full consequences of their actions. They shall be punished severely."

Anastasius sighed. "Unfortunately we still don't know why they suddenly took such drastic actions." The three knights involved were central figures of the Sovereign knight's Order and had been among the people most trusted by the king. Apparently, he had taken quite a blow.

As the conversation moved on to discuss the rampaging knights, Sylvester and I looked at each other. This was a great opportunity to talk about truuk.

"Prince Anastasius, are you familiar with a plant known as truuk?" I asked.

"Rozemyne! That conversation can wait." Sylvester said, while gesturing to Sieglinde and Hannelore. I shook my head.

"I don't think we will find a better opportunity," I replied. "Should anything happen in Yürgenschmidt while the trustworthiness of the Sovereign Knights is still in dispute, there will be no one to rely on but the knights of Dunkelfelger. It is certainly annoying that everything and anything ends in a ditter match, but their strength is real and unrivaled by other duchies."

Considering their quick response to last year's assault and the fact they could receive a blessing through dancing, it would be for the best to inform Dunkelfelger as well. We weren't talking to the ditter-obsessed Aub right now. This was Sieglinde, who took care of the preparations and the aftermath for the men.

"I'm not overly familiar with truuk myself, so I'll leave the explanation to Sylvester."

I wasn't sure how much I was allowed to say about Ehrenfest's inner struggles, so I handed the conversation to Sylvester for a harmless and inoffensive reason.

"I've never heard of truuk. Have you heard of it in Dunkelfelger?" Anastasius asked.

"No, it's not something I'm familiar with. What kind of plant is it?" Sieglinde replied.

Sylvester, looking sick to his stomach, took a moment to steal his resolve and look up to meet Sieglinde's and Prince Anastasius' gaze.

"Truuk is a dangerous plant that has a strong intoxicating effect when burned in its dried form," Sylvester explained. "The sweet smell it spreads causes cloudiness of memory and hallucinations. ……I received a report from one of our knight apprentices that he smelled truuk on one of the captured knights when he exchanged greetings with Prince Anastasius after the ditter match. For that reason, we believe there is a high chance someone used truuk to manipulate the Sovereign knights."

Both Anastasius and Sieglinde opened their eyes wide in shock.

"Tell us more, Aub Ehrenfest!" Anastasius instructed.

Though Anastasius and Sieglinde were dying for more information, Sylvester sadly shook his head.

"Ehrenfest isn't overly familiar with it either." He admitted. "It was once used in Ehrenfest during a secret meeting by a group of traitors that were corroborating with another duchy to erase any memories that could serve as evidence of their rebellion. The knight apprentice who smelled the truuk on the captured knight was invited to the aforementioned secret meeting with his parents. Though, he immediately left the scene because he was still a minor. He later testified that even though it was summer, the fireplace had been on and the room had been filled with a sweet smell. Based on the cloudiness of the memories of the traitors one of my scholars suggested truuk might have been used."

It seems that the scholar who had noticed was over fifty years old. The professor who taught his pharmacology course had retired while he was attending the Royal Academy.

"He had been told it was hard to come by and certainly would never use it, but needed to remember it nonetheless," Sylvester explained. "He could not tell me its place of origin, but stressed it does not grow in Ehrenfest. If you wish to know more, I advise you to consult a scholar even older than him, who took the Pharmacology course, or delve into the Sovereignty's vast collection of materials. I'm afraid Ehrenfest doesn't have any more information."

Anastasius looked at Sylvester with a serious face and nodded, "I see. Then, Aub Ehrenfest, you said that the traitors were corroborating with another duchy. Which duchy would that be? That's what I'm most curious about right now."

I could feel the tension rising. After a short silence, Sylvester spoke up.

" ……that would be Ahrensbach, where my older sister Georgine reigns as the First Lady."

A heavy silence filled the air.

"Prince Anastasius, that's all I can tell you." Sylvester said.

"…I appreciate the cooperation," Anastasius said. "Ehrenfest's services have already proven immeasurable."

He went on to explain that thanks to the mana that was gathered during the dedication ritual, they had been able to revive several important magic tools. The Zent had even been able to get some rest over the last few days after pouring the mana into various places.

"My father is immensely grateful to Ehrenfest for carefully protecting Rozemyne, and the Temple rituals," Anastasius said. "If you wish, Ehrenfest's ranking could rise significantly next year, but… Aub Ehrenfest, what do you think?"

Anastasius peered at Sylvester with his grey eyes. It was a quiet, yet stern look. Almost as if he were trying to ascertain whether Sylvester could give an answer befitting of an archduke. Looking straight at the prince with his deep green eyes, Sylvester opened his mouth.

"…I would prefer to maintain our current rank. As previously pointed out by both Royalty and Dunkerfelger, there are still few nobles in Ehrenfest who know how to properly conduct themselves as a higher-ranking duchy. The only ones to my knowledge would be Ferdinand, who associated with higher-ranking duchies while somewhat distancing himself from Ehrenfest, and Rozemyne and her retainers, who were taught by him."

If our rank went up any further, we would be expected to conduct ourselves as a higher-ranking duchy. However, while we were still struggling to unify Ehrenfest, we could not afford to dedicate manpower to Interduchy Politics.

"Instead I pray that Ehrenfest's recent services may offset our decision to not aid the Zent during the previous Civil War and that we shall be rewarded accordingly." Sylvester said.

"…that's not a bad idea. I'll discuss it with the Zent."

Anastasius nodded in agreement to Sylvester's suggestion, that instead of raising our duchy's rank at the next Archduke Conference, Ehrenfest shall henceforth be treated like one of the winners of the Civil War.

"Then, this is a request from the royal family." Anastasius continued. "We would like Hannelore and Rozemyne to visit the Royal Academy's Library for the duration of the Archduke Conference."

Since the royal family wished to visit the archive during that time, they needed us, the keepers of the keys, to be there.

"I don't mind, but weren't our keys going to be transferred to two Sovereign archscholars?" I asked.

"Yes, that was the original plan," Anastasius replied. "However, we concluded it would be better to leave the keys with you both, since you won't be participating in the Archduke Conference and more importantly, we have no reason to suspect you harbor ill will or traitorous thoughts. Can we count on you?"

The Sovereign knights we likely manipulated with truuk. No one could say with absolute certainty that the same would not happen to a scholar.

"Leave it to us!" When I passionately accepted his request, Hannelore nodded too after a moment of thought.

"I'm not as proficient in the old language as Lady Rozemyne, but there is a ritual I would personally like to research as well. If you believe my presence will benefit the royal family, I shall be happy to cooperate."

Hearing our replies, Anastasius turned his gaze to our guardians. Sylvester and Sieglinde nodded in approval.

"Prince Anastasius, will I be allowed to enter the archive?" I asked excitedly.

That's what mattered most to me. Anastasius glanced at Sylvester, and nodded, "Of course. During the Archduke Conference, your guardian can come and drag you out, even if I don't."

As Anastasius referenced the incident where I holed up in the archive, outside of the reach of my retainers, and caused a lot of trouble for the two princes, I let out an audible gasp, and Sylvester, looking pale as a sheet, started to apologize.

"I heard that my book-obsessed daughter caused you and your brother a lot of trouble. Please accept my sincere apologies. We are doing what we can, but the impact of losing one of the Eternal Five has been significant. I sincerely hope she will learn how to soothe the raging Ewigeliebe when he misses Geduldh.

Anastasius looked at me with a very sour face as Sylvester apologized profusely, then murmured, "So Ferdinand was holding her reins?".

…huh? What did that mean?

Unlike me, Anastasius and Sylvester seemed to understand each other perfectly. As I tilted my head in confusion, they put a hand to their foreheads in dismay.

"I see. I understand what you're saying, but what's done is done." Anastasius said. "According to the scholars that visited Ahrensbach earlier, he is already taking care of most of the work by himself. They are delighted that the duchy's state of affairs is starting to look up. If we pull out Ferdinand, Ahrensbach will fall apart."

According to Anastasius, right now, the only open Country Gate was located in the sea of Ahrensbach. Due to the loss of Gruttrisheit, no other gates could be opened, and Ahrensbach was single-handedly taking care of all dealings with the foreign country. Of course, this also meant the Country Gate could not be closed in an emergency.

"Is the foreign country causing any trouble?" I asked.

"…we may have a major conflict with Lanzenave brewing."

Anastasius' words reminded me that Ferdinand had written in his letter that the princess of Adalgisa would soon be arriving.

"Though I suppose it has little to do with you…" Anastasius mumbled.

Certainly, the coming of a princess to Adalgisa's villa had nothing to do with me or with Ehrenfest. However, Ferdinand, a fruit of Adalgisa, was in Ahrensbach, the first point of contact. We were not entirely bystanders.

"Lord Ferdinand is in Ahrensbach. So it's not entirely unrelated to Ehrenfest. Please inform me should anything happen. I will race over to help Lord Ferdinand."

"I can only see how that will escalate the situation!"

For some reason, Anastasius and Sylvester yelled the same words.

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hulijingemperor2 · 6 months

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Yao: ready for the cosplay bash, tomorrow?

Zixuan: off course A-Yao. And it's so sweet how you're doing a fundraiser for unprivileged citizens who can't afford education.

You're fabulous.

Yao: thank you.

Education is very essential in life. How would the empire progress without it. Right?

Zixuan: *kisses dimple* right.

Yao: anyone can come to the party, but they must pay an entry fee of 5000 taels.

For my middle-class fox spirits, they just have to pay 400 taels.

Zixuan: how ideal.

Yao: I don't know whether to cos Abe no seimei or Wen Ruohan.

Zixuan: well you do look good in Wen robes.

Yao: you're right.

Zixuan: *grabs hand* Mr. Philanthropist. I'm also a generous person.

Yao: oh really?

Zixuan: yea Yaoyao. That's why I'm going to cosplay as my maid. But if he was gorgeous as me.

Yao: *laughing* you're going to cosplay Nie Huaisang?

Zixuan: nie GOLDEN ERA Huaisang, Yaoyao.

Yao: you'll look glamorous, Zishie.

Zixuan: thank you, baby.

And Huaisang should pay me as well as take notes.

Yao: of course he should pay. You restyled his trademark look.

Zixuan: exactly.

Meng Shi: *enters* Yao'er. Thought of anything yet?

Yao: yep. I think I might cosplay Wen Ruohan.

Meng Shi: amazing.

Your old boss did have some style.

Yao: mhm.

Meng Shi: I respect him, for giving you a high position in the Wen sect.

Yao: nice. What about dage?

Meng shi: nie gui fei is ungrateful and rude, but he has a soft side.

Yao: you're so right, A-niang.

Who are you going to cosplay?

Meng Shi: goddess Amaterasu.

Yao and Zixuan: awwwwww

Yao: A-niang, you'll look amazing.

Zixuan: you're already a goddess. So that will be very easy for you.

Meng Shi: aw Yao'er, Xuan'er.

Where's team d, Yao'er?

Yao: getting their costumes ready, for sure.

They said that they want to surprise me on the day of the party.

Meng shi: I see.

Meanwhile, in Pine Pavilion 📍.

A-qing: Dianxia. Let's cosplay Hualian.

Rusong: ahh Hualian. Sure. *squishes cheeks*

Rusong: you know A-Die had made him an ambassador and protector of fox spirit.

A-qing: oo how legendary.

Rusong: so who will cosplay who?

A-qing: *hugs* you'll be Xie lian. And I'll be Hua cheng.

Rusong: you, as Hua cheng?

A-qing: yea! Because you're a prince like xie lian and I'm your simp.

Rusong: *wraps his arms around her* seems about right.

A-qing: *snuggles*

Rusong: so you're a simp?

A-qing; Rusong, you know that already.

Don't tell xue yang

Rusong: sure. *kisses* I won't tell him.

A-qing: good, Dianxia.

But did your family contribute anything to the cause?

Rusong: yea. We contributed 5 million dollars.

A-qing: lovely. Your Meng family is so nice! Helping out your citizens.

Rusong: and you're part of that family. Being my girlfriend.

A-qing: *blushing* Rusong.

~~~

Next day, the party was about to start.

And many hulijings, as well as A-Yao's harem atarted arriving in their cosplays.

Mo xuanyu: *dressed as hulijing Wei wuxian* yangyang, how do I look? Will I be able to seduce Yao gege.

Xue yang: *dressed as lan qiren* hell yea. You look great.

Su she *dressed as A-Yao*: of course Huangdi will love it. Because you look cute.

However he doesn't have tastes like that evil Lan.

You're a better Wei wuxian because you have superior tastes.

Mo xuanyu: aww thank you, Shanshan.

Xue yang: why did you even cosplay Wei wuxian?

Mo xuanyu: cuz he's chill and I admire his style.

Xue yang: you got a point.

Su she: I'm cosplaying Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: most perfect cosplay!

Xue yang: yea. Jiggy is the hottest in the Jianghu.

Xue yang: I'm dressed as Lan qiren so that I can make out with Jiggy's Wen Ruohan and pester him.

Mo xuanyu: yangyang, that's so smart.

Su she: quite mischievous.

Xue yang: team dimple is so fab. I believe we should replace people in the Jianghu. Like Minshan can replace Lan zhan, you replace Wei wuxian and I can replace Nie mingjue.

Su she: and our Huangdi will rule the world.

Mo xuanyu: everyone else would have to contribute to Yao gege.

Xue yang: ah, what a perfect world.

Mo xuanyu: *gasps*

Yao: *entering dressed as Wen Ruohan*

*opens fan*

*his attendants also followed him*

Mo xuanyu: *nudging Minshan* it's Yao gege! It's Yao gege!

Su she: he's coming this way. Dressed as an overlord. W...well he already is.....*blushing*

Xue yang: Jiggy is a sexy Ruohan.

Mo xuanyu: is that red and black eyeliner?

And his cheekbones are so profound.

Su she: guys, I'm weak.

Mo xuanyu: do you think we're qualified to talk to Yao gege?!

Su she: sometimes I don't know.

Xue yang: he looks like he'll ignore us.

Mo xuanyu: of course he will. He's better than everyone here.

Xue yang: let's not simp. Before we get a nosebleed.

Mo xuanyu: but it's already happening!

And Yao gege is super hot.

Team dimple: *covering their nose*

Yao: well well. *closes fan and folds his hands behind his back.*

Xue yang: Jiggy.

Su she: you look stunning, Huangdi.

Mo xuanyu: like really really fabulous.

Yao: uncover your noses.

Simps.

Team dimple: *uncovered their nose and knelt before him* you caught us, Huangdi. We were simping for you.

Yao: *smiling* well that's not a new thing. Rise.

Team d: *stood up*

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege. You're really flawless.

Su she: more flawless that Wen Ruohan.

Xue yang: *hugs, and kisses his neck* Jiggy.

You do so many things to me.

May I tie you up with my headband?

Yao: how about I tie you instead?

Xue yang: sounds better, Jiggybun.

Or should I say, Wen Zongzhu. *embraces some more*

Yao: lovely then.

Now stop, you're messing up my hair.

Xue yang: such a diva.

Su she: Huangdi. *bow*

Yao: awww look at you! I'm so flattered,

Shanshan.

Su she: the best person to cosplay.

Yao: you're so sweet.

Xue yang: what about me!!!!

Yao: you're a little sweetheart too. Lan Qiren.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege.

Yao: beautiful cosplay A-Yu.

Hulijing Wei wuxian.

Mo xuanyu: yea! And hulijing Wei wuxian is at your service, Huangdi.

Yao: delightful.

*opens fan* now let's go.

Team dimple: *drooling while lost for words*

Yao: *smiling proudly*

Mo xuanyu: did you do your own makeup?

Yao: yep. And with some help from my servants.

Mo xuanyu: *blushing* waw.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege, Yao gege. If Wei wuxian discovers that he's a hulijing, does he have to bow and show respect to you?

Yao: actually yes. Once you're any type of fox spirit, I'm your Huangdi. And they must pay respect.

Su she: *grinning* I want to see him and his husband bow to you.

Guests: *greets them*

Greetings Huangdi.

Hi Huangdi.

Yao: hello. Nice cosplays, guys.

Some more guests: Huangdi, we're dressed as team dimple.

Should we replace them?

Yao: ahahahaha, you can try! Anyways you three look fabulous.

Enjoy the party.

A Kitsune minister: Tenno (Huangdi)

Yao: greetings. How are you?

I'm fine Tenno, your costume party is very cultural. I'm recognizing various of mythological characters, heroes, and dieties of our pantheon. As well as they're people who are dressed as you and your family (including team d, the Mengs and his harem)

And all for a good cause.

Yao: yes, my citizens do have some great ideas for costumes. Hopefully we'll raise funds for education.

Very ideal.

I hope thay we get more cultural fundraisers like this. And in Dongying too.

Yao: certainly will be.

Enjoy the party.

Nice to meet you again.

Thank you very much.

Yao: let's go team d. We have more people to meet.

Xiying: *holding up a plate* try this, Huangdi. It's roasted duck.

Yao: delightful.

On the other side, Rusong and A-qing are dressed as Hualian, and Jingyi is dressed as lan zhan.

A-qing: *playing with the cloth from Rusong's straw hat*

Rusong: *smiling*

A-qing: gege.

Rusong: yes Sang Lang. *wraps his arms around her waste*

A-qing: gege, you look really adorable.

Jingyi: *being a third wheel* do you guys want privacy.

A-qing: *blushing*

Rusong: sorry, Jingyi. For making you uncomfortable.

*let's go*

A-qing: *clears throat*

Rusong: hey, how did you make your Lan zhan hairpiece?

Jingyi: with the help of my attendants. They're surprisingly crafty.

A-qing: that's true. They got me some Miao jewelry for Hua cheng.

Rusong: Jingyi, that's really cool! Your cos is on point.

Jingyi: I know Nainai, and maybe A-Die......team dimple....don't like Hanguang Jun. But I still do!

Rusong: it's fine. And I love your cosplay.

Jingyi: you make a good Dianxia too. Xie lian that is.

Rusong: thanks, A-yi.

Jingyi: oh look. Mistress Jin has arrived.

Rusong: Ling gege!

A-qing: dressed as Jiang cheng.

Rusong: mhm. We'll greet him afterwards.

Jingyi: yea. Lemme go tease him real quick.

See you.

Rusong: I'll be right there.

A-qing: *gently grabs his hat cloth* Mengs do look cute in hats.

Rusong: oh really.

A-qing: gege. *tiptoes*

*kisses him on his dimple*

Rusong: *kisses her back*

Meng Shi: *looking from afar, (dressed as Amaterasu)* good. She kissed my grandson.

Now I'm very happy.

Sisi: (dressed as Tsukuyomi~ the moon diety) they're an adorable couple, Huanghou jiejie.

Meng Shi: hopefully both will get married some time. And Rusong will have an heir.

Sisi: oh my.

Well that's meant to happen.

Meng shi: yes, certainly.

Anyways, Yao'er has to get a girlfriend for Yi'er.

Sisi: I wonder if Moling Su has any eligible ladies for Yi'er.

Meng Shi: maybe. But I want Yi'er to marry a noble hulijing lady. So that their children can care about their hulijing heritage.

In cultivation schools, they would always impose stigmas.

I would love anyone Yi'er falls in love with. But a hulijing is more ideal.

Sisi: I completely agree. If his children are hulijings, then less enmity between cultivators and hulijings would happen.

Meng Shi: correct.

All I want to do is protect my grandchildren and great grandchildren too.

My Yao'er was all alone when I passed away.

Sisi: at least you were there spiritually.

Meng Shi: yes but I wanted to be there physically.

Sisi: now you are, successfully. *bow*

And you'll get to be around your great grandchildren too.

Meng shi: ahh my aim.

I'm seeing Yao'er as Huangdi, now I want to see Song'er as Huangdi and with children. And Yi'er as a sect leader, along with his family.

Sisi: that would be so lovely!

Meng Shi: ah let's stop dreaming about the future, and get some wine.

Sisi: right behind you, Huanghou jiejie.

A-qing: *holding Rusong's arm* xue yang, can I borrow your fierce corpses?

Xue yang: why?

Do you want to be eaten?

A-qing: xue yang. I'm dressed as ghost king Hua cheng. Obviously I need an undead army.

Xue yang: that's a major loss for me. Anyways, be careful. And you better bring them back.

A-qing: yea yea. Xue yang. I got this.

I just want them to obey me so I can impress Dianxia.

Rusong: oh my.

Xue yang: *laughing*

A-qing: you did the same to impress Jiggy, so don't laugh at me!

Xue yang: alright alright.

~~~

Zixuan: *dramatic* Wen Zongzhu, please release my brother!!

Yao: *glares* no.

Zixuan: *pretends to cry*

........Anyways, keep him.

Less saber practice for me.

*opens fan*

Yao: *laughing*

Mo xuanyu: xuan gege! You look better than Huaisang.

Like you're more huaisang than huaisang.

Su she: less bratty too.

Zixuan: I must look good. Huaisang can't do it so.

Xue yang: you look like a rich Huaisang.

Zixuan: aw. Thank you Lan qiren. Haha.

Zixuan: Yaoyao, can we borrow a room after the party?

Yao: Zishie, are you drunk?

You already have a Pavillion here.

Zixuan: ahahaha oh right.

Mo xuanyu: I think Huaisang is consuming you.

Zixuan: I'm terrified.

A-Yao, A-li wants to practice acupuncture on me, because she's cosplaying wen qing.

Yao: oooo acupuncture. Sounds intimite.

Zixuan: *blushing* yea.

Would she hurt me?

Yao: out of love.

Xue yang: wow, I didn't know that you and Yanyan do these kinds of things.

How shameless.

Don't worry, I'm planning to papapa Jiggy later.

Yao: what?

Xue yang: what?

You think I won't do anything when you're looking hot like that.

Su she: please, have some conduct.

Mo xuanyu: i want to papapa Yao gege too!

Su she: ah, if Huangdi insists.

Hauiasang: *dressed as nie mingjue* awww Zixuan Huangdi, you're cosplaying me. I'm touched.

Zixuan: yes Huaisang. Despite you being my maid and an ex war criminal.

Huaisang: *crying* means a lot.

Zixuan: do i look more glamorous than you?

If you say no, I'll fire you.

Huaisang: you look better than me, don't worry.

Anyways, since I'm dage. I can boss you around.

Zixuan: oh now you want to get fired.

Huaisang: nooooo.

Aren't you going to do saber practice at least?

Zixuan: Sect leader Wen. It's that one! Keep him with you.

Huaisang: HUAISANG!

Yao: well if you suggest.

Mo xuanyu: you three are cute.

Zixuan: yea cuz we're competing for Jiang cheng's attention.

Xichen: *dressed as A-Yao* hi A-Yao. *smiling*

Yao: aww Lan Huan! You're dressed as me. You look really sweet.

Su she: how dare you, Lan lips.

Xue yang: you copied Shanshan just to snatch Jiggy away from us.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege will always be ours, Lan lips. Ours.

Xichen: team dimple, there are a lot of A-Yao cosplayers here.

Not only Minshan and I.

Su she: you better change your outfit.

Yao: *hugs* Huanhuan. You know hoe team d is.

Xichen: yea I know about their pettiness.

Team d: excuse me?!!!

Yao: where are your dimples?

Xichen: I decided to leave them out.

Mo xuanyu: that's so disrespectful.

Su she: you're very very blasphemous.

Xue yang: what's wrong with you, dude?

Xichen: team d, I was working on the costume more than makeup. And I can't match A-Yao's cuteness.

Xue yang: those are just excuses.

Mo xuanyu: someone jail him already. He has done many illegal things.

Huaisang: team dimple will end this guys career for sure.

Zixuan: yea now please get me some refreshments before I end yours.

Huaisang: *pouting* yes Huangdi.

Zixuan: get some for yourself.

Huaisang: r..really?

Zixuan: it's a party, so. That's why.

*opens fan* don't get used to it.

Huaisang: Huangdi is so nice to me today. *sobs dramatically*

Mingjue: *dressed as Mobei Jun* Meng Yao, sorry I'm~~

Wait why are you dressed like him?!

Yao: preference. *twirls* do I look stunning, dage?

Xichen: come on. Our A-Yao is really really cute.

Mingjue: yes. Meng Yao, you look amazing.

Yao: thank you.

Yao: do you feel threatened by me, Chifeng zun?

Mingjue: what?

Yao: you look stunning as Mobei Jun.

That's what I said.

Mingjue: thanks.

Yao: get your ears checked, dage. Haha.

Mingjue: sometimes I can't hear you from this his height.

Yao: stop calling me short.

Mo xuanyu: you guys are like fire and ice.

Yao: yess. Because Mobei Jun is known for his ice cultivation.

Mo xuanyu: yea and dage is cold and lonely too.

Mingjue: mean.

Mo xuanyu: but it's true.

Anyways, stay like that. Yao gege is mine and only I should love him.

Su she: yea, only team dimple should love Ayao. Or else come up to team d standards.

Xue yang: exactly.

By the way, I'm loving the Nieyao dynamic.

Do you guys want a third member?

Wait. I'm Lan Qiren, I'm supposed to be whooping your ass for Ruoruo.

Mingjue: I'm from a different universe.

Su she: good. Finally you realised.

I was worried about you.

How can someone dislike such a perfect emperor.

Mingjue: Meng Yao, turn off your team dimple.

Mo xuanyu: but Yao gege does the opposite with his sexy self.

Xue yang: turn off, team d? *gasps* dage.

Su she: you could never get rid of us.

Zixuan: why is Liu qingge crying while drinking wine and stuffing his face with dumplings?

Oh wait no, that's my husband. Shoot.

Yao: Jiang cheng???? Where?!

Huaisang: he's my husband too!

Emperors: shushhh.

Xichen: he saw A-ling dressed up as him, and got emotional.

Yao and Zixuan: awwwwwwwwww.

Zixuan: he's a softie!

Yao: obviously he is.

Mo xuanyu: why were you stalking Jiang cheng, Lan lips. We spoke about this.

Xue yang: no way. He's dressed as Liu Qingge.

And acting like a wine aunt.

This is hilarious!! JIANG CHENG! POUR SOME MORE WINE! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

So the kid cosplayed his Jiujiu?

Jiang cheng: yea, and he looked so adorable.

I feel so touched.

Xue yang: uh huh. Cute.

What brand of rice wine is this?

Do you have any sweet wine?

Jiang cheng: you dare ignore me.

Xue yang: I'm not a therapist. I just came here cuz you look like a crazy wine aunt. In your stoic Qingge cos.

Jiang cheng: sometimes I say that I would stay away from team dimple. But I still confront them. *rolls eyes*

Xue yang: *eating* isn't that a good thing?

#the huli jing emperor #foxyao #meng yao #dimpledlianfang #party party #hulijing emperor 2 #jin guangyao #jin zixuan #part 2 #su she #the untamed

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kaerichan-yatta · 2 years

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starting from the bottom again let's go

(long post about me venting cause this has been a kinda bad day)

"i f**king dislike you all this year" (i said it in a gentle way here cause in italian it's way worse)

so, since i became Ash's best friend, we spend recess together every day.

especially because Ash knows that Ai (the girl that said that up there) put me in a kinda difficult and stressful situation (england stuff - /// - sexuality), and he's trying to help me slowly detach myself from her cause i can't do it myself. it's something i still have to learn how to do without feeling really, really guilty after.

so we went to the school bar and Ai caught us and gave me the most disgusted look i saw on her face. -Ash kinda hates Ai because of her behavior-

(he gave me a hug too just to cheer me up after the bell rang he's so cute)

i went back to class after the recess ended and she said

"i'm kinda jealous of you and Ash. you're leaving me for him everyday!"

and then she ///, in front of me. i remembered when she texted me this

"Kaeri, i can't stop ///...it's like a drug...!"

but even Ash noticed she's doing it for the attentions. many of our other friends have noticed already

so he said

"don't listen to her, it's not your fault if she keeps without taking your help. you put all yourself for giving her advices, and if she decides not to listen to you, leave her alone"

and that's what i'm doing

then, we went out cause the last bell rang, and she kept telling to me

"get your ass there, would you? if you make me lose the bus you'll regret it"

i was this close to tell her something like "if you think i'm slow, then go alone" but i refrained myself and just kept going faster

then she repeated

"i hate all of my classmates this year, no one excluded. and i'm still kinda jealous about you and Ash"

so i took my courage and became extremely cold to her with this sentence

"if you hate us all then you won't mind if i hang out with my best friend"

and she shut herself for the rest of the time.

we took the subway, and she completely changed her mood

"will you wear your attack on titan t-shirt tomorrow too? i'll put my own my hero academia shirt then, we'll be like matched!"

i don't think i can stand her anymore

the worst is that she's sitting right next to me

i wish i'd be able to choose the right friends

#kaeri venting #kaeri talking #vent #/// mention #just to ler you know i replaced s-harming with ///#it's easier for me

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muite · 3 years

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Protective boyfriend Baji !

» fluff w/ sweet boyfie kei (1.5k)

Study dates were always quiet with your boyfriend, baji keisuke who was actually known for being a loud and kinda dumb person was always so good to you during these times, taking your study dates very seriously

being neighbors was a great thing for you both, being that the reason why you met each other in the first place, both of you living with only your mothers and you with your cat, who one day went missing and it wasn't until afternoon that baji knocked on your door asking if he was yours and if he could come visit him

safe to say he managed to snatch himself a tutor who was more than able to explain to him the things he didn't understand one, two or three times while being completely patience with him, over time the two of you confessed your feelings to each other and then eventually started dating

this evening though you were explaining something different to him

"hah? what do you mean some fuckers are billing you?"

"it's bullying baji-kun"

tickling your arm he blushed before murmuring an embarrassed "shut up" putting a hand on his neck and rubbing it "what were they even bullying you for?"

"they made fun of me for my glasses, they said I looked funny"

recently you had been having constant headaches and after going for a quick check up you found out you needed reading glasses, they said the headaches were produce of you squinting too hard, so now here you are explaining all the current events happening in your school life to your boyfriend

"fuck that, you look georgess"

"it actually is gorgeous baji-kun"

"I don't give a shit, you're going home with me tomorrow"

"we don't even go to the same school"

"I'll go to yours!"

seeing you smile made him feel all dizzy inside and he'll be damned if he didn't protect your smile at all costs

"then I'll be waiting for you"

"you better cause I don't wanna get lost"

laughing softly at him you said "you won't"

at 5pm sharp he was waiting at the entrance of your school, watching dozens of students leave to finally go to their homes

but none of them were you

so already feeling irritated he decided to go looking for you, walking down the halls of the large institution many people looked at him when he passed by them, surely thinking he was some sort of freak or something cause clearly that wasn't their school's uniform

finally arriving at your class he saw the two doors closed, he thought he would wait a few minutes, that is until he heard muffled voices and mocking laughs coming from the classroom he knew you studied in

"there's some guys in my class that have been bullying me"

baji's instincts told him to slam the door open and pondering too much, that's exactly what he did

he saw four guys surrounding you as another one had your glasses in one hand above your head, the five of them were laughing at your "give it back!" while tossing the said glasses between them

"but were having such a great time y/n-chan!"

just as the leader of the group said that a fist collided with his cheek making him lay flat on the ground

the remaining 4 guys and you scrambled to see who had knocked the living shit out of the strongest guy in your class, only to find a nerd looking guy with slicked back hair wearing some really big glasses

the right hand of the leader walked up to the nerdy guy with a threatening look in his eyes

"oi damn nerd did you do thi-"

before he can finish the question a fist sent him to the ground, laying down just beside his leader

your wide eyes watched with amazement as the nerdy guy kicked the five of your bully's asses, as he knocked down the last one your mind started questioning who the nerdy guy was

"damn fuckers, making me fight in school didn't even let me change"

hearing that familiar annoyed deep growling voice your impossibly wide eyes went even wider

"baji-kun?! what are you doing here?!"

"looks like you forgot I told you I would be walking you home today y/n"

smiling sheepishly at him you said "ah.. yeah I did..."

though it was obvious why you didn't go meet him as you promised

seeing how your embarrassed face couldn't even look at him right now, he softened the scowl on his face waking over to you before grabbing your face in the most delicate way he could asking

"these idiots gave you a hard time? they didn't injure my girl anywhere right?"

cheeks heating up in his hands made him smile, he loved how adorable you were, always giving him the cutest reactions at the bare minimum of what you called "his boyfriend material side"

"hm, just them messing with my glasses and pulling my hair"

"oh right, were are them?"

hearing him ask that reminded you of the issue at hand: your glasses

"ah, I remember hiroshi-san was the last one with them in hand-"

"oi hiroshi stand up"

you knew your boyfriend was in a gang and that he had been in numerous fights with many people, you even had to patch him up many of the times he's gotten in trouble and didn't want his mom to worry

but this was completely different, seeing him, being this dangerous and demanding made you feel some type of way, you knew he was strong both in attitude and strength, but even so you couldn't stop but gawk at him being this amazing

hiroshi stood up and when he did you saw that with the fall he had landed on your brand new glasses, glasses that now laid in millions pieces with a crooked frame

you felt yourself pout and with a trembling heart you stepped to gather them in your hands but before you could touch them baji stopped you

"stand up, the five of you"

hiroshi and his friends quickly made a circle around baji, completely in his hands at the fear of the said guy beating them to unconsciousness

"all of you, every single one are going to pay for her glasses" the guys looked at each other nodding their heads unable to form words with their mouths "five times"

"hah?!"

"you bastards have a problem?"

seeing baji's threatening stare made them swallow hard, bowing down and muttering a quiet "no"

"by the end of the week I want y'all to have already paid her the... prize was it y/n?"

"p-price baji-kun"

"-paid her the price and if you don't just know that I'll be hunting down every single one of you" and after ending them a dirty look he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the door as if nothing happened

"I didn't know you could pull of glasses baji-kun"

"shut up it makes me smarter"

you couldn't help the laugh escaping your lips at that statement

the two of you were walking towards your apartment complex hand in hand, baji letting his long hair loose and putting his glasses in a little pouch into his bag

"-and didn't I already told you to stop calling me baji? I'm your boyfriend, call me keisuke or kei-kun, some cheesy shit"

"it's disrespectful"

"I call you y/n all the time"

"but you're simply you, baji-kun"

"what the hell does that even mean?"

after laughing you smiled softly at him, he was really sweet and a really good boy, even going to the lengths of beating five guys for bullying you

feeling how the grip on his hand tightened he looked over his shoulder to catch your stare, you looked troubled and your wobbly lips told him something wasn't right "you ok?"

with a hand you pulled his tie down, his face coming closer to you and finally closing the distance with a sweet kiss

his beating heart let you dictate the path of the kiss, soft sigh leaving his lips as one hand grabbed the side of your face, so soft he thought to himself as your lips molded his, some few minutes passed and then you pulled away from him

"I love you kei-kun, thank you for everything"

his soft gaze on you let you know that he was starting to feel flustered and with a soft tone he replied "idiot, you don't have to thank me"

you loved dork adorable baji at times like these

grabbing your hand he continued walking down the street

"wanna eat at my house? your mom can come too, then we'll go to yours while they're together" smirking down at you he said in a low suggesting voice "that way you can pay the prize to me for saving you"

"it actually is price kei-kun"

"way to kill the moment y/n"

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Morning Routine (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part Two

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Seeing an advertisement online in need of a camera handler, Wooyoung jumps at the opportunity, not knowing his employer is a renowned camgirl.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, nude taping, masturbating in shower, breast play, a rather tamed smut

Taglist: @seacottons @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @deja-vux @yunhofingers @little-precious-baby @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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"Wanted: Experienced photographer/Camera Operator for personal/private filming. If interested, please contact number below for more information or details. Students majoring in said field are welcomed to apply. 19+ only."

Seeing the advertisement, Wooyoung's eyes popped up. Usually most jobs wouldn't even allow people without a degree or years of experience. And it would be perfect practice that didn't include boring or basic projects his professor would often assign, not to mention a little extra money would come in handy.

Not thinking twice about it, he quickly dialed the phone number listed and waited patiently as it rang. It took a while, but eventually someone on the other side picked up.

"Hello?" He discerned that it was a young female's tone.

"Hi! I was calling about the advertisement for a camera man?" He inquired.

"Are you 19 or over?" She immediately asked for his age, which slightly confused him. But thinking about it, he kinda understood why she might want someone older. After all, teenagers weren't exactly reliable or responsible when it came to taking on a job. She probably wanted to avoid them dipping out on her randomly.

"I'm 21 and very serious in my work." He assured her, already making it clear his intentions to be committed to the job she was offering.

"Hmm...I take it you probably haven't had a lot of experience outside of college right?"

Wooyoung slightly gulped as she discerned correctly. But she did say students were welcomed to apply and he was fairly confident in his skills.

"N-no but I can assure you that I'll work hard and meet your expectations."

There was a deep and defeaning silence that had Wooyoung worrying. He could already feel her hesitation to hire him or give him a chance. He was so worked up on being rejected once more that the slight giggle that ensued after that pause momentarily confused him.

"I like your attitude and drive already. What did you say your name was?" She asked.

"Jung Wooyoung." He answered right away.

"Well Wooyoung, how soon can you start?"

His mood lightened up quite significantly at hearing her say those words.

"If you'd like, I can come over to the location you wish after I get done with my classes tomorrow." He offered.

"All right, just one thing....... do you think you'd be able to stay over at my place for a few nights?"

Although he thought it was a rather unusual request, he didn't put too much thought, especially since someone was offering him a chance to actually have some work.

"Um.. of course."

Unbeknownst to him, the woman on the other side had her lips curling up into a smirk.

"Wonderful. I look forward to seeing you real soon Wooyoung."

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Checking the direction that was sent to him, Wooyoung looked at the corresponding number on the front door to make sure it was indeed where he needed to be. Adjusting the bag that was hanging by his shoulders, he slowly walked up to the vintage style house and rang the doorbell. Hearing the soft patter of footsteps coming from inside, Wooyoung mentally prepared himself to see a middle aged lady carrying a Siamese cat as soon as the door opened. But he was not prepared by the sight awaiting him. Indeed there was a cat in the arms of the figure in front of him, although it was a Persian cat and not a Siamese, but that wasn't the most surprising factor. What shocked him was to see a very young woman near his age be the one holding the cat in her arms, her face illuminated by the warm smile she was donning.

"You must be Wooyoung. I'm Y/N." She extended her hand out towards him, prompting the feline in her grasp to shuffle around and climb part of its body on her shoulder. Judging by the slight crinkle of her nose, Wooyoung guessed the cat probably clung its claws into their master's skin.

"Yes I am. It's a pleasure to meet you. I promise you won't regret hiring me." Taking hold of her hand, he gave it a firm shake while his face radiated the most reassuring smile he could make.

"Oh trust me, I don't think I'm going to." Her lips formed a rather curious smirk that slightly baffled him.

She gestured for him to step inside, which he immediately did as he tried to ignore the slight hissing the Persian cat gave him when his shoulder barely made contact against its swaying tail.

"Baby stop. He's going to be around for a while so be on your best behavior." She chastised her cat as she closed the door.

Y/N let out a soft 'hmph' when the cat suddenly jumped out of her arms and ran over to where Wooyoung was standing. He got stiff and held his breath when the cat pressed her nose on his leg and began sniffing him. Pulling back, she licked her lips and then scurried off somewhere in the other part of the house.

"Well we know for sure she doesn't dislike you." Y/N chuckled slightly.

"But I take it she doesn't like me?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow.

"She's a cat, it'll take time for her to get used to you, that's all."

Shrugging softly, Y/N walked over to the kitchen and started taking out a few cups and saucers from the cupboard.

"I was brewing tea before you got here, would you like to share a cup with me?" Removing it from the stove top, she held up the elegant teapot to him after she finished her question.

"Oh, thank you." He gladly accepted her gesture.

Noticing him standing there awkwardly, Y/N pointed to one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen island.

"Wooyoung don't be too tense and just make yourself comfortable. After all, you're going to be staying with me for a few days."

Her words reminded him about that particular part of the job, that still felt odd to him and he was very curious to find out why she needed him to stay over with her.

"So.... can I ask what exactly is this project you're hiring me for that requires me to stay here?" He asked as he pulled a chair forward so he could sit on it.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd probably ask me about that since it is rather unusual."

She paused briefly so she could properly pour the tea into the cups, the rich aroma filling the atmosphere with its notes of chamomile and lemon. After sliding a cup over to him, she turned behind her to grab a tray that contained sugar cubes, honey, steamed milk and a few lemon wedges, all in different saucers or dishes that matched the tea set that they were currently drinking in. The cute floral design amused Wooyoung slightly. He could tell Y/N seemed to have a thing for classy and vintage style aesthetic, her house and the things inside was a major clue to it.

Pouring a tiny teaspoon of honey and some milk in her tea, Y/N carefully stirred them in the cup before finally answering the question Wooyoung had been pondering over.

"Well to make a long story short, I wish to film an everyday vlog for my....channel." Lifting the cup to her face, she gently blew on it before taking small sips out of it.

"Channel? Like for YouTube or like that?" Wooyoung himself started drinking his own cup of tea, preferring not to add anything to it since he liked straight tea as it was.

"Yeah something like that. But basically, I wanted to show my viewers how I live and what not. Show them what I do inside my home that they hadn't seen before. For example, I wanted you to stay over because I wanted to film my morning routine. I want to capture every move I make from the moment I wake up to when I get ready to start my day. Am I making sense?" She worried she was probably confusing Wooyoung even further, but he was actually not. It had become a popular trend this day to document a person's morning routine for people to see.

"Yes you are, no worries. Now I understand why you needed me to stay over." The smile he had was half covered by the cup that was brought back over to his lips.

"I mean if you're uncomfortable by it or would rather not, I completely understand."

Wooyoung quickly dismissed her worries, shaking his head as he cleared his throat.

"Trust me, I'm not uncomfortable and I'd love to help you in your project. It'll help me out as well, you know, gain experience and have someone to put as a reference if I ever want to get another job."

Y/N giggled softly at that and nodded.

"Ahh yes. I guess if you look at it from that angle, of course you would accept."

They spent a few minutes in a serene and tranquil silence, the only noises heard was the sipping of their lips against the rim of their cups. Wooyoung tried not to notice the way Y/N would occasionally stare intently to him, a slightly curious grin on her face at times. It wasn't that it made him uncomfortable, but it certainly made him self conscious, especially since he put a lot of effort into looking as presentable as possible. Did she perhaps thought it was too much? Or not enough? Or was it because she thought he looked funny? Whatever it was he got no chance to ask about it since he only opened his mouth to let out a sharp yell when he felt a certain feline's claws tangled themselves on his thigh, the sharpness of her claws even sinking into his skin.

"Baby!" Y/N got up from her seat and quickly removed the paws of her cat off her guest. She looked extremely embarrased as she apologized profusely before shooing the cat off to another room.

"I'm sorry. She tends to get a bit aggressive when trying to play. She didn't hurt you too much right?"

Dropping down on her knees in front of him, Y/N gently examined the damage done: a slight tear in his jeans but no visible signs of a deep scratch or anything.

"N-no it's fine, I'm fine." Wooyoung uttered.

He tried so hard not to blush at the position she was currently in. On her knees, between his legs as one of her hands caressed the attacked spot in an effort to soothe the pain. Wooyoung wanted to smack himself right then and there for the dirty picture his brain had imagined about the semi stranger in front of him, and his cheeks started to produce a pink hue when his body involuntarily started making a visible effect of his reaction to her stance by him in between his legs. He gulped as he realized she would be able to see the bulge that was starting to show.

"If you want, I could mend your pants for you-"

"No that's fine don't worry!" Wooyoung stood up from his seat and inconspicuously hid his tiny problem by pulling his sweatshirt further down as he moved away from Y/N.

"I mean, these pants were old. I was going to throw them out anyway." He tried as much as he could to seem as normal as possible, but judging from the look on her face he was probably not doing a good job. Luckily she seemed to not question his behavior and instead decided to start cleaning up the dishes that they used.

"Here let me help you with that." Wooyoung offered, trying to take some of the china off her hands but Y/N pulled her hands back so he wouldn't touch them.

"It's ok, don't worry about it. You're my guest and I'm very particular about the way to clean my silverware and dining sets. Nothing against you, I'm just.... slightly obsessive compulsive." She remarked in the most cheerful tone one could have while giving him a shy smile.

"Umm ok..." Wooyoung scratched the back of his head.

"If you want, why don't you bring the rest of your stuff so I can show you where you're staying?" Y/N suggested.

"Yeah. Sure."

Wasting no time and thinking keeping his mind occupied could help cool him down, Wooyoung picked up his keys and nearly sprinted out the door. Y/N hummed a soft tune to herself as she ran the cups under the lukewarm water. Her eyes were staring out her window, watching as her guest was head deep in the back of his car's trunk. She giggled softly as she remembered the flustered look on his face just a few minutes ago, tongue poking out at the image of his crotch outlined in those tight jeans of his. She looked down when she felt a soft face nuzzling itself against her ankle, soft purring coming out of her cat's throat before letting out a meowing noise. Bending down, Y/N gently scratched under Baby's chin as she liked.

"Yes I think he is absolutely adorable as well Baby.."

Picking her up, Y/N kissed the top of her head and smirked.

"And I'm going to have lots of fun with him."

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"Ok you ready?"

Looking over at the girl still in her bed, Wooyoung got a thumbs up to let him know she was indeed ready. Turning on his camera, he held up his hand and started putting one finger down at a time to count down the starting time. Hearing the slight beep of the camera go off, Y/N immediately plastered on a commercial worthy smile.

"Hello my darlings. As I promised you guys, I'm going to take you guys through my morning routine step by step. I hope you all enjoy it." She finished off her words with a wink before tearing off the blanket off her body.

Wooyoung had to give it to her, she definitely didn't seem to be camera shy nor awkward in front of the lens. He liked that she had confidence. Then he remembered that she had a channel of some sorts and that was probably the reason why. He stepped back a few steps to fully capture her as she neatly tucked her covers under her mattress, impressively folding the corners of her bed like they did in 5 star hotels. Smoothing out the top before patting it down, she looked at the camera once more.

"As you already know, I like to make sure everything looks absolutely pretty for you guys." Her voice dropped slightly in tone as she said those words.

Getting up from the floor, she pointed over to her still sleeping cat that was perched on its bed by her window. Wooyoung made sure to angle the camera towards her, zooming in slightly.

"She won't wake up for another hour or so....perfect amount of time to get all clean and dolled up."

Beckoning him over, Wooyoung carefully followed her inside her adjoined bathroom, keeping a steady hand as he made sure to capture everything inside. From the long vanity with its mirror to the walk in shower with its clear glass lining, all of it looking spotless and shiny. Clapping her hands together, Y/N beamed with enthusiasm.

"And of course, the first thing I do each morning is wash up."

When he heard that, Wooyoung thought she meant like her skincare routine as he had noticed her cleansers and toners perfectly lined up next to the faucet sink. But he was not prepared to suddenly be hit with the image of her bare chest in front of him when she suddenly pulled her black satin tank top off and let it drop to the floor, his own jaw going slightly agape. As if he couldn't get anymore flustered, he nearly wheezed when she turned around and bent over to slide her matching pajama shorts down her smooth legs, her ass staring him right in the face. It took everything in Wooyoung's strength not to drop the camera when Y/N stood back up and turned around so that her completely nude body would be in the frame. She giggled as she took notice of Wooyoung's beet red face, further teasing him as she kicked her discarded lace panties by his feet, the poor boy swallowing hard as one of his hands shook nervously.

"Eyes up here baby." He immediately looked up from the ground when he heard her sweet and sultry voice.

Walking over to him, Y/N snaked one of her hands to grab at one of his belt loops so he could follow her. Opening the large glass door to the shower, Y/N released his belt loop and made a sign for him to stay there and keep the camera towards her. Stepping inside the enclosed space, she twisted the knob on the tile wall enough so that the shower head above her would start pouring out the refreshing and cool water onto her body. She released a soft moan when she felt it splash onto her, hands gliding down her torso and thighs as her eyes closed and reveled in the tingling and cooling feeling of the water dripping down on her.

Wooyoung stood there completely speechless and flabbergasted, his eyes unable to blink the longer he stared at the scene before him. It felt completely wrong to be there, to watch and film as this girl he just met the day before stand naked in front of him and continue her shower routine as if he wasn't even there. He just couldn't believe it, couldn't believe what he had gotten himself in to when he called and accepted to work for her. But he still accepted and he had a job to complete so he tried his best to look as composed as possible as he kept the camera pointed at her.

And yet more often than not he found himself biting down on his lip hard, trying to suppress the groans threatening to spill out as he continued to watch her as she did the most normal things a person often did while they took a shower. The camera captured every minute starting from when she lathered her head with her shampoo, its scent of coconut and hibiscus filling the entire room with fragrance that further made the tight feeling in Wooyoung's pants ache even more. His eyes were exclusively locked on her body, watching as the water cascaded down her soft skin, focusing especially on her breasts. He licked his lips as he took in the way her nipples peaked out due to the temperature of the water, wanting nothing more than to take one of them in his mouth and suck on it. The fact that Y/N would purposefully bring her hands up at times to cup or rub against her fleshy mounds wasn't helping his case, it only made him more sad that it wasn't his own hands touching and caressing her breasts. He was willing to bet they were probably the most soft and squishy pillow like tits to exist.

Wooyoung was really aching when she poured some of the pomegranate scented body wash into her sponge and began to distribute it around her body, starting from her arms and working them down her legs and between her thighs. He didn't mean to but he couldn't help himself as he fantasized about being him the one who was lathering her body, imagining all the things he'd do if he could. Like perhaps teasing her by grazing his fingers across her wet folds or even pressing his thumb down on her sensitive clit. Either way, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her if he got the chance, but he doubted that would ever happen. So he decided to take what he could of the moment and perhaps use it for fap material when he was alone.

As if knowing exactly what he was thinking about, Y/N turned her body to fully face him and smirked. Sliding her hands up her torso, she took hold of her breasts and gave them a tight squeeze before releasing them. Wooyoung could not help the audible whine that spilled out from his tongue as he saw her repeat the same action a couple more times. Pressing her boobs together, her thumbs played with the hardened nipples, tweaking at them and even giving them slight pinches every now and then. Wooyoung knew she was doing it on purpose, trying to arouse him even further....and it was working perfectly.

With one hand kept on one of her breasts, the other one snaked its way in between her luscious thighs. Dipping one finger inside her entrance, her lips parted and began spilling out breathy moans as she started to slide her finger in and out of her body.

"Oh fuck..." Wooyoung muttered, not caring about if his words got recorded or not. He became too invested in watching as Y/N continued fingering herself in front of him. She looked absolutely exquisite, body drenched in the rippling water as she continued to stuff her pussy with another one of her fingers. Her eyes shut tightly and her head tilted back as she let out even louder whimpers when she began scissoring inside her fleshy core. Her hand that was on her breasts pulled away to twist the showerhead knob so the pressure of the water could be at its lowest setting. Without the intense sound of the splashing water, her strangled noises became more audible as well as the slopping and squealching sounds her dripping pussy was making due to the intensity of her rapid finger movements. Wooyoung could clearly see and hear that the sounds were definition not due to the shower she was taking. Y/N was definitely horny and the slick her heat collected was clear evidence of it.

Having someone as hot as Wooyoung not only watching but helping her film something that thousands of other people would see, and more likely than not jerk off to, made her weak. She loved having people watch her do naughty things as she was doing now, it thrilled her and riled her up even more. And she loved seeing the effects it had on others, like the obvious bulge in between Wooyoung's thick thighs. She could practically make out just how big he was given how painfully hard his erection seemed, and that image served to help push her over the edge. With high pitched whines and cries, she shuddered as she felt herself cum all over her hand, her fingers slowing their movements down to help prolong her orgasm without making her become overly sensitive. She panted heavily as she took out her fingers and brought them up to her lips so she could lick off the secretion left from her climax.

Wooyoung's tongue poked out as he witnessed the pornographic image of Y/N drinking up her juices as if it was a delicious and sweet dessert.

"It probably is and it only makes me crave to have her smother my face with her pussy even more." He mused inwardly to himself.

He was so lost in his fantasy that he didn't notice Y/N had completely turned off the water and finished until her breasts were displayed right in front of the camera lens. He let out a soft stutter when her hand came up and pressed the pause button, being careful not to drop any water onto the camera.

"I'm going to finish drying myself off in my room so you can have some .....alone time." She snorted softly as she passed by him, her hand brushing against his crotch which made Wooyoung hiss softly.

Grabbing the towel that was hanging on the wall, Y/N wrapped it around her body, tucking it in so it wouldn't fall down. Stooping over, she picked up her lace panties and looked back at Wooyoung.

"Here, in case you need a little help." She flung it over to him, which he catches in his free hand.

Wooyoung stared at the underwear and then at Y/N with a dumbfounded expression.

"So I take it this is why you specifically wanted 19 plus people?" He quirked an eyebrow up, one corner of his lips pulling up into a knowing smile.

"Yes. I might as well mention now that I'm a camgirl with a porn channel." She explained.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that out when you flashed your boobs at me."

They both bursted out laughing at his little joke.

"Ok but seriously, are you sure you're comfortable with all this?" Y/N asked.

Wooyoung looked down at her before looking back down at the panties in his hand.

"I'm definitely going to be hard most of the time, but I think I'll be fine." He assured her with a mischievous smile as he set down his camera on the vanity dresser. With a sly smirk, he began unzipping his pants, not missing any of the facial reactions she was making as he began to pull his cock out of its confinement.

"I mean, I got up close fap material with an actual pornstar. What guy wouldn't want my job?" Cocking his head to the side, he rubbed the tip of his dick with his thumb, spreading some of the precum down the shaft. Although she had said she would give him alone time, Y/N couldn't move her feet out the door as she stared intently at the way Wooyoung hugged his length.

"Wanna watch me jerk off with your panties to your image?"

Stepping forward, Wooyoung reached up and pulled the towel off Y/N's body, causing her to inhale sharply at his bold move. Sucking in a breath, Wooyoung shamelessly looked down at her body as he placed the hand that had Y/N's panties around the base of his cock.

"Just stay there and don't move beautiful...."

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thephysicsgraduate · 3 years

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I haven't posted in a while, and I guess I just haven't been sure exactly how I feel about things, and it has been challenging to talk about in general. *sigh* so the big things...

I got the results from 2/3 of my qualifying exams, and I didn't pass. I knew that the week of the exams was particularly tolling on my mental health, and I didn't feel great about them, but getting the official email made it real. This is not the end of the world. I told myself it would be okay, and I encouraged my classmates that it would be okay if they didn't pass. It just feels so garbage. If I can manage at least an A- in the graduate level classes this semester and the spring, then I won't have to retake the exams, which is nice... but also puts a lot of pressure on the semester. If they aren't waived I will try again in May. I know deep down that I am capable of passing, and I can clear up the details I was rusty on that killed me on these rounds of exams.

As easy as it is to say that it will be fine, it doesn't feel like it. The past week has been full of so much self-doubt and feeling inadequate and dumb. I'm trying to pick myself back up and reintegrate back into "regular" life. I don't want to make any excuses, and I am sure, in retrospect, there are topics I missed when I missed a week due to health issues. I can't change the past, so I'll keep trying.

I dropped my intro to solid-state physics class to give myself more time to focus on my core classes and my teaching assignments. Even though this is a healthy thing for me to do, it just felt like tossing a little fuel on the imposter syndrome flame that has been raging recently. The best way to deal with imposter syndrome is to talk about it, though, and this shout into the internet void is the best I can manage right now.

Now the exciting news (if you made it this far, thank you! I appreciate you!) I found a research advisor I want to work with, and we got coffee at the student center the other day. I told him that I was interested in his group, and he responded well! It sounds like there will be funding, and I should be able to start on a Research Assistantship in the Fall of next year! I've done many lurking around the labs and reading loads of papers, and I feel so good about things! One of his current grad students was honest about his experience, and it sounded very supportive and healthy. When I meet with this professor to discuss possible research projects, I appreciate that he always talks to me as an equal and takes time to explain key concepts along the way. I convince myself all the time that it is some punishable offense that I'm not proficient in all of condensed matter physics, but that is just so ridiculous. I'm here to learn, train, and explore the field. We discussed next summer a little, and he said that if I want, we can design a smaller research goal together that will be a little more directed and goal-oriented, and that is just exactly what I need! He also seems hands-off enough to allow me to explore my research questions and ideas in the future, which is so exciting!!

My first-day leading tutorials will be tomorrow, and I'm kind of nervous, and I really want it to go well! Overall I am happy that my assignments involve tutorials and help sessions instead of labs. Despite my strong preference for experimental research, I struggle to work as a lab instructor because the noise and environment are overstimulating and cause a mild shutdown to recover after. It is also more uncertain how I will be helping people, which makes it difficult to imagine the situation beforehand and feel prepared. With the tutorial sessions, I have a chance to work the problems out on my own, so I feel better about navigating the interactions with students.

Does anyone have advice on how to be a good TA and how to have successful student interactions? Even if you haven't taught, what are things that your TAs have done well (or not so well) in the past?

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iwillsearchtheuniverse4u · 3 years

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See You In My Dreams, Stranger

Sik-k smut | khh smut

Warnings: SMUT! ORAL! (f and m receiving) PUBLIC? (not really tho)

Preview: Meeting a stranger on my night walk down the river turns out to be one of the best nights of my life.

It was one of those restless nights that I’ve been dreading ever since I started attending university. I couldn’t sleep, the thought of not knowing where my life is headed keeping me awake every single night. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t brush my teeth or remember to drink water, I just felt like existence was so utterly useless when all my dreams have been swept under a rug somewhere because I was too afraid to act upon them. I’d been dreaming of becoming a translator but all the odds of the world were against me so I chose some apparently more ‘useful’ business degree that I hated with all that I had in me. Because of my perfectionism I had been attending all of my online classes and excelling at them but I felt empty, I felt like I had been contributing to everything I hated the most in this society. At the same time I was just too afraid to change my major because I felt like I had to do something impressive to the outside world, something that would make people respect me.

Just another night of endless tossing and turning, tears streaming down my face, wondering if life does ever get better than this. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up, took a few steps towards the light switch in the corner of my one room apartment and pressed it. The cheap yellow light bulb lit up the room. The floor next to my mattress was covered in books I was trying to study from and my notes covered in smudged ink. I had a bad habit of crying while studying, sleeping, listening to music and showering, every activity that demanded me to be alone in my little space that had never really felt like home at all. Not much else was in that room apart from a small refrigerator, a microwave oven, my mattress, a closet and a wooden bookshelf. I also had a tiny bathroom that always smelled a bit moldy if I forgot to spray the air freshener three times a day.

I decided to go for a walk along the river as it became clear I wasn’t getting a second of sleep in that night. I hastily put on my black leggings and a hoodie with my high school’s logo on it. I desperately needed to get away from my own thoughts so I grabbed my phone and my earphones that were tied into little knots as always. I couldn’t afford the wireless ones because my scholarship was kept safe in my bank account where I was saving every last cent just in case I decided to drop out and go move to...run away to a foreign country where my name sounds like a whisper of the distant wind. As I was locking my door I heard one of the neighbors flush their toilets. Most of them were students like me or people living on part-time jobs, I never really met any of them, they were just familiar faces I would probably forget in a year after moving out.

The streets were quiet, only the sounds of air conditioners and an occasional motorbike or a car passing by me. I checked my phone to see the time, the picture of my favourite singer’s face lighting up my screen: 3.30am. Of course other parts of the city were probably very much alive at this time of the night but my area was populated only by grocery stores, cafes and libraries, not a single club in sight. The only lights I could see where streetlights and some LED signs. I headed towards the river trying to untie my headphones. I put them in my ears and decided to lose myself in the beats of one of those hyped-up rap songs. I put the volume up just so it was a bit uncomfortable and let my ears adjust to the blasting music.

I finally reached the riverside and started walking along the flow of the water. I couldn’t hear it but it still resonated with my mind better than the rustling sound of the city. There was a road along the river that ended somewhere within the green forest because the are was populated with some important bird species that I could never remember the name of. I sat on the bench at the beginning of that forest, my mind still dissolved in the loud beats coming out of my earphones. Even though my ears were covered with a thick layer of my long brown hair I was sure the music could be heard by anyone standing within a 1 meter ratio. I didn't mind, it was 4 am, people were either asleep or sloppily making out in a club somewhere far away. Thinking about the things I was missing out on started to become louder than the music and I let my tears fall. I was overworked, overwhelmed and empty, I couldn't keep it in. Not that I ever tried. I had never been good at hiding my emotions.

Looking at the night view of the city on the other side reflecting on the surface of the river, getting lost in my thoughts, I felt the bench move ever so slightly under my body. I looked to the side and almost fainted at the sight of a dark shadow sitting beside me. My heart started beating and I stood up to leave in case it was a stranger trying to talk to me in the middle of the night. As I took my first step away from the bench the person lightly touched the fabric of my sleeve. I looked back at him. I was certain it was a man judging by his broad shoulders and a black cap on his head. I removed my headphones, my heart still beating as if I had been running for the last 3 hours. "Excuse me. I wasn't trying to bother you or anything. I just like to look at the city at night when my head gets all crowded and I can't think straight. Don't go just because of me." His voice was deep and raspy but had an elegant tone to it, it felt calm but distant as if he had been lost in thought. He was looking at me and the lights of the city were playfully jumping around in his eyes but his expression was the complete opposite. He seemed broken. I couldn’t let myself leave him, partly because he seemed significantly depressed and partly because he was astonishingly beautiful. My feet were unable to move, I stood there for a moment contemplating my options but my gut feeling sat me down next to him.

As we were sitting, each on one side of the bench, looking at the sparkly surface of the river my heart calmed down and minutes passed, none of us speaking, just the sound of the river mixed with my music flowing through the night air. "You were crying." He stated with a regretful tone, almost whispering. My cheeks flushed with warmth, I looked at his profile, him still staring at the waves. "I just thought I was alo-" "Don't. Feelings aren't something to be ashamed of. They're just as much a part of you as your legs and arms are. If people feel burdened it's usually their problem because they've never been faced by their own emotions. They just don't know how to act and feel uncomfortable." He talked slowly and didn't bother looking at me. It felt like his words were directed at the universe or at himself just at the general direction he was speaking, he looked so lost. I didn't notice I was staring until he looked at my eyes and smiled. It was one of those crooked smiles, filled with a certain type of worry I couldn't identify. "You can tell me why you were crying. I probably won't remember tomorrow anyway. I can lend you my ears for tonight, maybe I'll forget all about my own problems." His gaze moved back to the view as he sat back and crossed his arms on his chest. At that moment I felt like telling him every little thing about my life. It had been so long since I had anyone who would just listen without the constant urge to solve my problems but just LISTEN. I stopped myself. "I won't let you get off the hook that easy. I have a feeling that you're the one not facing your own problems. Why don't you lean on someone for a change?" I said, determined to make him speak. He looked at me from the side and his head slowly followed his gaze, his eyebrows furrowing just so much I could notice. The anticipation of hearing his raspy voice that felt so familiar and kind made me turn off my music. This man that sat next to me just a moment ago suddenly awakened my curiosity. It took a while for him to speak as we were maintaining a really intense eye contact for what felt as hours. I was able to inspect every milimeter of his dark cat-like eyes. "You're good at reading people, I'll give you that." He smiled and turned back to face the view. "I'm just under a lot of pressure. People expect a lot from me, that's all...and sometimes it can get really frustrating when I can't really reach those expectations. Sometimes it feels like there are so many people doing my thing better than me, it scares me." He put his hands in the pockets of his black sweater still staring at something in the distance. I wasn't sure what to say but he also didn't expect me to say anything. He needed someone to listen and I was there to supply. I asked: "And what would your 'thing' be exactly?" in an effort to get to know more about this mysterious creature in front of me. "Music. I make music for a living." His eyes now focused on his shoes while he bit his lips in an effort not to smile. I finally realized why his voice sounded so familiar, it was freaking Kwon Minsik, Sik-k, Korea's best rapper, sitting next to me staring at the Han river. My hand automatically covered my mouth as I inhaled. I was trying to calm myself down. He probably heard my playlist which was full of his songs and it made me feel so embarrassed, my cheeks flushing with heat again. He tried really hard to hide his cocky smile as he turned his face away from me, looking into the woods on the other side. After a few minutes he asked: "So now are you going to tell me why you were crying?" He was facing me, looking at my eyes attentively like a little boy waiting for instructions from his teacher. I was still to shy to maintain eye contact so I looked at my hands on my lap. I told him my story about how lost and useless I felt in life. I told him about feeling lonely and scared about my future. I told him everything.

Before I knew it tears started to emerge from my eyes again and I tried really hard not to look at Minsik who was still facing me, one of his arms resting on the back of the bench. I cracked. I cracked in front of a man I respected the most. It was embarrassing but also liberating, I was done trying to impress the world. I dropped my head, defeated. Next thing I felt was his warm hand on my cheek, gently wiping the trail of my tears. I froze for a bit, my eyes widening at the sudden proximity of his body. I didn't even notice him getting closer before he put his hand on my face. He was sitting right next to me, the sides of our thighs touching ever so slightly. I could hear my heart rate getting faster and louder. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t control it. I looked at him and he removed his hand, still looking at me with his furrowed eyebrows, a concerned expression drawing on his face. "I'm sorry. You probably think I'm just being childish, crying at something as trivial as my major." I said with a shaky voice. "Don't ever say sorry for your feelings ever again, you hear me? And besides, I don't think it's stupid, I think it's just very important to you. You want to set goals for yourself but you're too afraid that you're not going to reach them so you just let them go. I would obviously tell you to go for what feels right and figure it out but that won't make you feel secure and I bet a lot of other people in your life told you this before." He replied with his deep raspy voice that I loved so much. He was so close. I could feel every breath on the surface of my cheek, his left arm was lying behind me on the back of the bench, it was almost like a hug. I couldn’t think straight anymore, my thoughts were intertwined with the smell of his cologne and the heat of his body so close to mine. He didn't feel like a stranger, he felt like someone who'd known me for years. I buried my face into my hands so I wouldn't make any thoughtless mistakes. Suddenly, he moved away from me, I couldn’t feel the proximity of his body anymore, the cold night air embracing my whole being. I peeked up from my palms. He was still looking at me with concern in his eyes, saying: "Sorry, I probably got too close for comfort, I'm not used to this kind of emotional thing, you know?" I felt a desperate need for physical touch, maybe it was the cold air, the anxiety or his perfect stature or maybe it was a mix of both but I straightened my back and looked directly into his eyes. It was so unlike me to be this bold but my body automatically moved closer to his.

He didn't move even when my face was only ten centimeters away from his. His expression changed, his forehead relaxing, his eyelids closing halfway when I suddenly felt his hand on my thigh. He grabbed onto it like he was holding on for his dear life and it made me want him more. I stopped, looking down at his lips when he pulled himself closer. His smooth lips crashing into mine made me lean back but he was only getting closer until he pinned me to the wooden bench beneath us. It was a passionate kiss, his hands didn't limit themselves to my thighs but discovered the hot surface of my skin under my hoodie. I felt a certain kind of euphoria, the kind you only get to experience when you do something completely out of character for you but turns out to be the best thing you could have possibly done.

As our kiss was getting more heated and his hands were groping my breasts for a couple of minutes the heat between my legs was getting unbearable. I could feel one of his hands roam down to my thigh and up to my ass where he got the grip to grind against me. Our lips and tounges still inseparable, I played along and grinded my heat against his growing buldge until I heard his raspy growls which sent shivers down my spine. As our tempo aligned we started breathing heavily and his lips left mine but relocated to my neck, definitely leaving more than just the incredibly pleasing pain. There was only a couple of pieces of clothing seperating us but the longing was excruciating. I started tugging on the collar of his black hoodie, trying to stop him as his lips attacked my collarbone. "Stop...I can'...I can't take it." I said with a soft voice in between my moans. His hips stopped moving immediately and he pushed himself above me so we were looking face to face, his body still on top of me. The loss of friction left me feeling needy. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to be this fast, I just thought-" I got up and laid a small kiss on his lips mid-sentence. "Come to my place." I whispered in his ear. I hadn't gotten to know this part of me before but that night felt different. Maybe it was the stream of emotions I had just shared with this stranger on top of me or the tone of his voice or the feeling of the cold night breeze but I didn't want to spend this morning alone.

When we finally arrived at my door he was standing so close to me I almost held my breath trying to get myself to collect my thoughts. I swear I could hear his heartbeat like it was my own, his lips suddenly tracing the curve of my neck as I was trying to insert the right passcode. I couldn’t even focus in my own hands as his were holding me around the waist so it took me a few moments to find the right digits. When the holy sound of the door lock unlocking echoed in the hallway he already pressed the knob in a hurry and pushed me inside. Because my one room apartment was so small it only took our intertwined bodies a solid 30 seconds to hit the mattress. He was planting sloppy kisses down my collar bone as I was tugging at his hoodie, trying to set him free of it. He stopped for a moment only to get up and remove it. The moonlight from outside my small window caressing his elegant body, lighting him up from the back like he was some beastly creature of the night taking advantage of my sadness. I couldn’t move, he was sitting on top of me, his face was covered in darkness but I knew he was watching me. "Do you have any idea how freaking beautiful you look in this light?" His raspy whisper made me quiver. I smiled and looked away while my body was hungry for his touch. I wasn't ready to show it.

He slowly got up with his hands trailing the shape of my thighs until he was holding me behind the knees, still looking at me. I felt his hands pull my leggings of as if it was the easiest thing in the whole entire world. He then proceeded to playfully pull at my panties, rubbed my knot and lowered his face to blow at my growing heat, my legs almost immediately trying to close at the sudden pleasure. He held them open while licking my folds twice, trying to see my reaction. I couldn’t hold in my moans and my spine curved in-synch with my breathing. It was something I haven't felt in forever, not like this, not this strong. I grabbed onto his hair and he seemed to read the ques as he got rid of the piece of fabric. His tounge was doing circles around my clit making me see fireworks and probably tugging at his hair with both hands so much that his scalp was in pain. He got me shaking in a matter of minutes and it was the best high I've ever experienced, sending all kinds of shivers down my skin, leaving me panting. He was far from done though.

"You taste so good, baby girl," he said unknowing of the affect it had on me. I got up to unzip his pants (which he more than willingly helped me with). I traced my fingers down his perfect abs to the hem of his boxers and lower, tracing his hard member while inspecting his face. As soon as I grabbed it through the fabric with my whole hand his eyelids shut closed and his head fell back in pleasure. I pulled him to the mattress and got on top of him trying to grind at his boxers, making them soaking wet. Then I got up to remove the rest of his clothing. I proceeded to trace my tounge along his shaft and sucking on his member, enjoying his growls. His hands were grabbing the sheets and the veins on his forearms and neck were starting to protrude. Every now and then a soft "fuck~" escaped his mouth, motivating me to keep going. Then he suddenly stopped me, saying: "I need to come inside of you, grab my wallet." Instead, I got up to open one of my drawers where I was saving a pack of condoms, praying they would fit him. I handed one to him and he was so quick about it, it got me thinking just how many girls he gets to play around with like this every night. The thought escaped my mind when he stood up to hold me around the waist, slowly pulling me back to bed with him. He undressed me, pulling my hoodie over my head only to discover I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. His dark eyes glowed with passion as he greabbed one of my nipples, tugging at it while kissing me sloppily. He threw me on the mattress and got on top of me. My body was heated up completely, I couldn’t even feel the night breeze coming from the opened window. He licked my sensitive nipples a few more times before aligning himself with my entrance and pushing inside of me. The fireworks from before were nothing compared to the utter pleasure I felt at that exact moment, Sik-k filling me up perfectly. My head fell back in moans and my back curved up again. I could have sworn I saw stars playing in the darkness of my eyelids. All I heard him say was: "Fuck..." He took his time waiting for me to adjust and started to quicken his pace while adjusting the angle. One of his hands was stroking my stomach and the other was holding onto my ass. I tried to mimic his movements, increasing the fraction of our bodies. The moans escaping our mouths felt so unholy they made it even more passionate. "I'm going to- I'm close!" I squealed throught the moans which made him go even harder and faster. My whole body tensed up and I grabbed onto the bedsheets pulling them off. His dick was starting to twitch inside of me, hitting all the right spots and I knew he was trying his best to make me come first which was a rare experience. I opened my eyes seeing him focused on me with his furrowed eyebrows, sweat dripping down the side of his jawline. My body was caught up in a wave of shivers, the walls of my pussy tightening so much it got him shaking as well. We were both just trying to ride out our highs with the last strenght we had. It was sweaty and suffocating but liberating at the same time, all of our thoughts disappearing for these unthinkable moments of pleasure. His hot body collapsed on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breaths again. "This was amazing." I told him in between breaths. He rolled over me to remove the condom and, to my surprise, came right back to lie beside me, his arms hugging me from behind. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear: "See you in my dreams, stranger."

#sik-k #minsik #khh #fanfiction #sik-k fanfiction #khh fanfiction #korean hip hop #khiphop #kwon minsik #korean #권민식 #민식 #식케이

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i-desire-jake · 3 years

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Let's Dance (part 1)

Charecters : Jake and fem (mc) pairing. The DW group and a few imaginative Charecters.

Genre: Romance, fluff and comedy

Summary: It's an AU, where everyone from the group are high school students. They all are members of a dance group who are practicing for the annual function competition. The DW couple dance group.

Author's note at the end.

*music plays in the background*

- Ok, let's start 1..2..3.....1..2...3.....1...2-

- aaaahh!..... *Alex falls down on the floor*

-oh my God Alex! Are you okay?!

You ask visibly shocked and panicked after seeing your dance partner twisting his leg, falling to the ground the next moment and wincing in pain.

- Hannah! Call the teachers now. I think he's got a sprain.

You say crouching beside him and helping him to his legs.

* The teachers arrive and carry Alex to the medical room*

- oh my God. I just hope he is fine and not badly injured.

You say

- I hope so too. Hannah says.

You and all your friends in the group wait outside the medical room to hear from your teachers.

After a few minutes of waiting, your dance teacher finally arrives and mentions that, He's got a sprain and he won't be able to dance properly for the next few days.

You all go to his room to check his condition.

- Hey guys. He says with a sad smile.

I'm sorry Mc but I don't think I would be able to dance with you. You'll have to look for a new partner.

You crouch next to him saying

-It's okay. I'm just glad the injury is not severe and that you'll recover soon.

After chatting and gossiping with him for half an hour, you and your friends leave him to get some rest.

- what are we gonna do now? You ask Hannah and the group.

- we don't have anyone else to replace Alex. All other boys are already in some other group and the few who are left are either too blunt or too rough. Says Jessy.

Everyone starts thinking as of what to do now. You were about to say that you'll quit when suddenly Hannah speaks loudly clapping her hands.

- I've got an idea, as of who will partner up with Mc.

Everyone stare at Hannah questioning.

- I think my brother will perfectly fit in the role. He doesn't know much about couple dance but I'm sure Mc will teach him. Hannah says giving a wink to you.

You blush at the mention of Jake. Everyone in the group knows that you have crush on Hannah and Lilly's half-brother Jake.

- uh... that computer nerd. Really?

Dan grumbles visibly annoyed.

- so what? He's good at what he does. His dance partner Lilly says while nudging him with her elbow.

- so?? What do you think Mc? Hannah asks.

- umm.... I think...If Jake will agree.., then why not.

You stutter shyly.

- OK then. Let's ask Jake. He won't be able to deny me.

Hannah says while pulling you with her to Jake's classroom.

You both enter the class to see Jake focused on his computer and typing something.

-Hey big bro! Hannah says with a bright smile.

He turns his head to greet Hannah. But when his eyes meet yours, you both just stare at each other. You both break your gaze blushing when Hannah coughs to get his attention.

- Enough staring guys. Now let's come to the topic. Hannah says with a teasing smile on her face.

-uh... ummm... Hi Hannah. You wanted something? Jake says in embarrassment that he was caught staring at you.

- Actually yes. We want you to pair up with Mc for our upcoming annual function. Her dance partner Alex got a sprain this morning and so he won't be able to dance. Hannah said.

- but I don't know how to dance. Argues Jake.

- Please big Bro. I beg you. Mc is a good dancer but she won't be allowed to dance without a partner. It's a couple dance, she can't dance alone.

-But Hann-

- Please Jake... You speak looking him in the eyes.

He huffs but then finally agrees to it.

- yay!! Hannah cheers and leaves the room to you two.

- Thanks Jake. It really means a lot. But if you are not comfortable with it you can tell me. There's no pressure. You say to him in an understanding tone.

- No, it's okay. I'll pair up with you. It's just that I don't know much about dance. Jake says blushing.

- Hey, I'll teach you, don't worry. We'll be a great partner.

You wink at him. You both chat for a little while then you leave him to his work after telling him about the schedule of the dance practice.

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*In the practice room*

You were stretching and doing a little workout before practicing to warm yourself a little and become more flexible.

When you turned around you saw Jake standing at the doorway staring at you. You cough a little make him come out of his little daydreaming.

- Hey! I'm here. I hope I'm not late. He says.

- No, of course not. I just came a little early for warm up.

So...um..... Why don't you change into something comfortable. Some clothes are kept over there, in the closet.

Jake glances down at his black hoodie and jeans then nods and leave the room to change.

When he comes back, you both start practicing.

You both were dance practicing. But from what it looked from outside it was more of him stumbling and falling over you and stepping on your toes.

-aah! Ouch!...

- I'm so sorry again Mc. I suck at dancing. He mumbles before moving away.

-Hey, it's okay. It's your first time. Everyone stumbles when they do this for the first time. In fact I think you are better than others. You assure him.

- Really? He asks.

- Yes really. When I first started dancing I was really bad at it. I stumbled over and fell on the floor for God knows how many times. Atleast you are better than me.

- OK OK. ... enough flattery let's continue. He says.

He holds your one hand and the other snakes behind your back on your waist. You hold his one hand and keep the other on his shoulder and continue practicing.

*music plays in the background *

- OK, 1... 2....3......1....2...3....1- aaahhh!!

He steps on your toes so hard that you wince in pain and fall behind pulling him over you. What happens next is you lying on the floor with him on top of you. You both just stare into each other's eyes.

*Everyone in the room turns around at the sound and stares at you both surprised.*

Jessy covers her and her partner, Richy's eyes. Lily, Hannah and her boyfriend blush

You both only come to senses and realize what's happening when Dan grumbles - get yourself a room.

Jake awkwardly removes himself from you and mumbles sorry, with you following him in the aplogy process. You both look around and see some of your friends staring. Before you could explain the situation everyone starts laughing.

Jake and you just blush brightly and both look at the floor to avoid further embarrassment.

- Our computer boy knows romance too. Dan grumbles.

You give him a death stare and tell him to shut up

- uh...ummm.... I think our practice for today is over. We can meet tomorrow to continue. You mumble in embarrassment.

Jake just nods and then you both leave the dance room.

From the next day you both decide to practice somewhere more private so you both won't have to feel embarrassed with others staring at you.

Both of yours practice continued for the next few weeks before the annual function. Of course stumbling and falling over one another wasn't just a one time thing. You both made mistakes at starting but then you both became perfect in swinging your hips and moving your legs on the rhythm. The dance practice together brought you two closer to one another. You started spending more and more time with him.

You both would leave the class together chatting and smiling, go to the nearby cafe together and sometime you both just hold each other's hands and stroll in the park.

This dance practice definitely brought you two closer. You sometimes even wished to be his girlfriend. The others of course noticed your behaviour and would often tease you about this.

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The day finally came. The day of annual function. Several competitions were held. Group dance competition, solo dance, singing, drama, dance drama and many more.

All the members of your group collected on the backstage. Everyone were holding their partner's hand.

They all were nicely dressed. Girl's were in knee length dress and boys wore shirts paired up with trousers or jeans.

Your eyes kept on drifting on Jake's. He was wearing a deep blue shirt with black jeans . Jake was also just staring at your beauty. You wore a shimmery red dress which reached just a bit above your knee. You had a pearl necklace around your neck and a silver bracelet around your wrist.

- Now our next group of dancers are requested to come on the stage and enthrall us with their performance. This is a couple dance which will fill our atmosphere with love and romance. Please welcome them with a huge round of applause. The host announces.

* followed by a huge applause*

- looks like it's our turn. Let's go. Hannah says.

Everyone nods in agreement and moves to the direction of stage.

- I'm nervous. Jake says.

- It's okay. You don't have to be nervous. We are the best team. You squeeze his hand a little to reassure him.

Everyone in the group takes their respective position to start performing. The music plays in the background and everyone starts their dance.

After a few minutes,

*music plays in the background *

- I'm getting nervous again. Jake whispers when you both were swinging your hips and moving to the rhythm.

- It's okay. Just look me in the eyes and forget the rest of the world. Just focus on us and the music. Your body will automatically move. You say him sweetly.

You yourself were nervous but then you both just followed your advice and stared into each other's eyes.

You both don't know when the time passed. You both were so focused on each other that you didn't even realize that the music was coming to it's end.

You only realized it when you heard applause and cheering from the background.

The ending song played..... you all swiftly performed the ending steps, bowed and left the dance stage when the music came to an end.

The anchor continued

* followed by a huge round of applause*

- wow that was indeed a mesmerising performance. It filled the air with love and roma-....

The background chatter continues when you all come back stage.

Everyone just starts chatting hysterically with their partners about their performance. They laugh, chat and even worries whether their performance was good enough to win. Jessy even starts arguing with Dan, Richy and Thomas. Hannah and lily are in their own world chatting and giggling like kids.

When everyone is busy with their own stuff, Jake suddenly hugs you mumbling - I was so scared and nervous. I was sure that I would stumble and ruin our performance but you really helped. I can't believe that it's over and I didn't got a heart attack. Jake says laughing in your arms.

You return his hug pressing your head on his shoulder saying

- We were really good. I don't care if we win or lose, I'm happy that we gave our best.

- But I would prefer winning this competition than losing. You say laughing.

You both separate from each other and join the group in their non stop rambling.

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Your whole group waits in the audience room desperately waiting for the results to be announced.

- Jessy will you please stop tapping your feet on the ground. Don't you know nervousnes and anxiety are contagious..... Richy grumps.

After about half an hour, the host stands on the stage announcing the winners.

- That moment has come for which everyone were waiting for. Our judges have decided the winners from all categories of performances.

* The host opens the envelope, taking out a glossy sheet of paper*

- So..... from solo singing we have two winners. The first one is ........ Amalya from 'rock n roll' and the second one is Mark from 'slow tides'. Give a huge round of applause for our winners.....

The award giving session continues untill it finally comes to dances performances.

- Now it's for our dancers to get their awards. From solo dancers we have again two winners. They are............Leslie smith and Maria Blake.

- Now comes the announcement of winners from group dancers. We have seven groups from which only one group would be the winner. So, are you all ready??? The host shouts creating an atmosphere of suspense.

* The audience cheers and whistles*

- So, from group dancers the winner group is.............. The couple dancers of DW group......

* the audience shouts, whistles and clap their hands in approval and excitement*

You and your group rushes to the stage when you all hear that your group has won the dance competition. None of you are able to control your excitement. You all happily recieve the award enjoying the moment. When you all finally get off the stage, there's a big round of happy chattering and body crushing hugs.

Jake still looks surprised. He still can't believe that they have won the competition.

A/n:I wanted to post it as a one shot. But it exceeded the word limits, so I'll have post it in two parts. The second part will be posted as soon as I have completed it's editing.😉😅

And please let me know how it is. I have changed my style of writing. This fiction really took a lot of my time and effort. Please let me know😅.

Advices for improvement are always acceptable and appreciated.💕

#duskwood #duskwood everbyte #jake and mc #duskwood mc #everbyte studios #i am jake #too long😅#duskwood group

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gayger · 3 years

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"Summer in Konoha was ending and it was ending fast. With the end of that came the beginning of the end of Sakura's journey in high school. While it wasn't too rambunctious or anything of the sort, Sakura did have one regret: a high school sweet-heart. She didn't get to experience that all encompassing adoration being shown in the school halls, being yelled at by teachers for showing pda, or even the awkwardness of a first kiss. A part of her longed for that feeling - for that experience.

Those thoughts penetrated her mind as her eyes bore outside of her window, over at the open water of the ocean. Sighing, she dares to look away for a second and to her journal on her desk.

'Sakura's Dream Book!'

She smiles softly. She definitely got to cross off some of those dreams, though she wasn't sure they were the ones that she found of importance now.

Knock, knock!

"Sakura! Hey, Sakura!"

Sakura sighs, looking over at her window where one of her best friends was waiting outside patiently, perched up on the old oak tree that was beside her bedroom window.

Making her way over to him, she scowls at him slightly. Why couldn't the blond just knock on the front door like a normal person? Opening the window, big and honest blue eyes stared into hers excitedly.

"Did you forget? We're going to the beach today!" He shouts, a grin on his face. Taking in his tan sleeveless top and neon orange swim-trunks, she could only smile good naturedly. She forgot how much he was looking forward to this.

"I didn't forget, you're just early," she says as she shakes her head. "Go back down the tree and I'll get ready." Sakura pauses before she turns away, giving him a serious and dangerous look. "And Naruto?"

He gulps slightly, knowing what she was probably going to say. "Yes, Sakura-chan?"

"Don't even think about peeking or you are dead meat." She smiles sweetly, flexing her knuckles slightly. Naruto nods quickly, repeating a mantra of "Of course, anything for you - not that I was going to peek because that would be creepy!" And other things of that sort.

Eventually he had made his way down and she could hear a few of her other friends yell "Watch it!" and "Don't fall, you idiot!"

She laughs softly before getting ready.

Her highschool life may not have been everything she had hoped or wanted, but at the very least she had gotten through it with some of the best people.

~ ` ~ ` ~

"Mom! I'm heading out with some friends, we're going to the beach!" Sakura shouts, opening the front door and not stepping out until she hears her mothers resounding "Okay, be careful!"

"It's about time, forehead," snarks her other best friend. Sakura's eyebrow twitches, but she ignores the pretty blonde's snarky remark anyway. "Are we all ready to go?" She asks, a smile on her face as she adjusts her bag. It isn't like the walk is very far, it's pretty much just across the street so if they did forget something, her house was just right there. Pretty convenient if she's honest.

As they start walking, Sakura can't help but notice that a little ways down the street there was a movers vehicle in front of a big house.

"Hey! Someones moving into old man Madara's house!" Shouted Naruto, apparently spotting the same thing that she did. "Yeah, I guess so," Sakura hums out. She wonders if they were family members of Madara's or if it was simply sold. He passed away about a year or so ago, so it has been vacant for awhile now. Whoever it was, she hoped that they enjoyed living there. It was a beautiful house, Sakura had to admit.

While she was gawking at the house, her other best friend, Ino, let out a squeal.

Plugging one ear with her finger, Sakura gives her a look. "What the hell, Ino-pig?"

"Oh, come on. You aren't telling me that that super perceptive eye of yours didn't notice the really cute guy over there?" Ino swoons, "I hope he's single." Sakura rolls her eyes, but decides to take a look at who she could only assume Ino is talking about. It was just her luck that when she did, he decided to look over in their direction as well.

Her heart pounds and her cheeks flush slightly when he smirks at her and winks. "Ino, oh my god.. He saw me look - I'm screwed!" Sakura whispers quickly, pointedly looking away. The blonde could only laugh at her friend's predicament. It was just like Sakura to be put in a situation like that.

"I don't understand what the big deal is," Naruto says with a confused look. "I mean, he's super pale and his hair looks like a duck's ass."

"Nice one, Naruto," Kiba snorts, high-fiving him.

Feeling pretty embarrassed, Sakura just quickly starts walking towards the beach again - to their usual spot. Ino gave one last look in the mysterious and handsome boys direction before following her. "Hey, wait up!"

The two boys were left to follow once they were done laughing.

"So, why couldn't Hinata come?" Sakura asks as she lays out her beach towel next to Ino's. The blonde sat down, digging through her bag while answering, "Her father said that they were having family coming into town. She probably won't be able to hang out with us for awhile, from the sound of it."

Sakura juts out her lip slightly, "That sucks. She's really good at keeping Naruto calm."

"Yeah, I know - but, hey," Ino grins, "You've got me. I'm sure we can handle these two morons on our own for awhile." Both teens laugh, stretching their legs out as they applied sunscreen.

Off in the distance, Sakura noticed Naruto and Kiba going ahead into the water with no hint of sunscreen at all. She shakes her head, willing herself to not think about the atrocious sunburn both boys would be sporting later on today.

"Can you believe we are going to be seniors this year?" Ino says off-handedly, moving her blonde bangs away and behind her ear. "I feel like it was just yesterday that we were in middle school fawning over the band Akatsuki."

Sakura nods in agreement, "I know. It's honestly crazy but.." She trails off, a troubled look on her face as she recalls her journal. "I feel like it all went too fast. I didn't cover nearly all of the bases that I wanted to."

"You mean from your journal?" Ino questioned, looking at Sakura in interest. "What was left unchecked? I'm pretty sure you made it your mission to have everything done and dealt with. I mean, you have been the top of our class and our student body leader practically every year."

Sakura's cheeks turn slightly red as she looks away from Ino, hurriedly standing up. "It's.. Just stupid stuff, you wouldn't understand!" She says quickly, trying to exit the question. She practically runs to the water, Ino following after her trying to protest the abrupt end to their conversation.

As soon as the cool water reached across her feet, Sakura let out a soft sigh. She slowly walks out deeper until she's about knee deep, letting her head fall back as she relishes in the feeling of the cool water. Sakura loves the ocean. It was her calm, it was her escape. She can't count how many times she came out here just to wade in the water whenever she was troubled.

Off in the distance, Sakura could see Naruto on his surfboard riding the waves. The guy was a total goofball, but she had to admit that he was one of the best surfers at their high school. He genuinely enjoyed it. It was the only thing (other than the lovely Hinata) that he would give 100% his focus.

"Hey, Forehead. You can't just take off like that," Ino shouts with a scowl on her face as she finished tying her long hair into a bun on top. "Why wouldn't I understand anyway? We've had many of the same experiences, I don't think there is much that I have done that you haven't."

"You would be surprised, but even so.." Sakura sticks out her tongue at her, "You will never know."

"Fine!" Ino pouts, "Be like that."

Sakura laughs, shaking her head and Ino joins in. She really was her best friend.

~ ` ~ ` ~

A few hours later, the four teens are all sprawled out on their beach towels laughing.

"I can't believe you wiped out just right after you were boasting about how you are the best," Kiba howls.

Naruto scowls, shaking his fist at Kiba in protest. "Hey! It happens - you wiped out way more than I did today, anyway dog-breath!" But even with the name calling, he too cracked a grin.

Sakura only watched with a fond smile on her lips. She looks up at the sky, noting that it would be dinner time soon.

"We should probably get going soon," She hums out. She lived just across the road, but she knew that Ino lived quite a walk away and she didn't want her walking in the dark. She knows that Naruto lives a block away from her and would walk her home if it did get dark, but Sakura would rather be safe than sorry.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm beat!" Ino yawns, covering her mouth in the process. Despite all of the sunscreen she plastered on, the blonde was still beyond burnt. Sakura could only imagine the horrified look on her friend's face when she looked in the mirror later.

"But, but-" Naruto pouts, hanging his head. "We've barely seen each other the last few days."

"Hey, Naruto, look at me." Sakura sighed, shaking her head fondly. "How about we all have a sleepover tomorrow night, okay? Then we can all spend plenty of time together."

He immediately perked up, but Kiba rubbed at his hair some in thought. "I wish I could, but Akamaru is going to the vet tomorrow. He's going to need me all night." Naruto gives him a disbelieving look but Kiba quickly waves his hands. "Don't give me that look! You know how much of a baby he is."

"Well, whatever the case may be.. I will be there and I'm sure Shikamaru and Ten Ten would be down to go, too. Ten Ten especially, she was really upset that she hasn't been able to spend so much time with us because of college and her job."

"Sounds like a plan, then." Sakura says, clapping her hands.

Heading towards the sidewalk, Sakura slings her bag over her shoulder. She's chatting away with Ino when she hears him.

"Hey."

Ino nudges her slightly, shutting the pinkette up for a moment and pointing in the direction of the voice. "Is he talking to me or you?" She asks, softly, before putting on a big and flirtatious smile.

"Hey yourself, I'm Ino," she introduces herself while holding out her hand.

The black eyes of the boy from down the street doesn't even spare Ino a glance, instead focusing on Sakura's own emerald orbs.

"I was hoping I'd catch you, I'm Sasuke." He introduces himself, giving her a small smirk and offering up his hand. Ino huffs but looks Sakura over and notices her red face. Sighing, she nudges her in the small of her back trying to get the pink haired teen back on track from her short circuit.

"I'm, uh, Sakura." She finally says, lamely, while holding out her hand. He takes it and she goes to shake, but instead he bows down and brings her knuckles up.. And he presses a small, light kiss.

Sakura could have fainted and Ino picked the worst time to pat her on the shoulder, "Well Saks, I'm gonna go ahead and head home. Text me, okay?" Before the blonde bounds off, waving cheerily.

Sakura retracts her hand, trying to regain focus, not even registering that her friend left her.

"Well," Sasuke pauses watching her face as he spoke, "I was hoping that I could maybe get your number and perhaps an agreement to meet me tomorrow?" Sakura couldn't believe her ears. For once, in her life, a cute guy was asking her and not Ino or hell, even her asking him.

"Uh, um.. Sure," she says as she pulls out her phone. She fumbles with it slightly nearly dropping it which draws a laugh from him as he effortlessly pulls his own phone from his pocket. She was starting to feel bad for all of the times Hinata has gotten nervous or messed up in front of Naruto or anyone, really. "Here," she says as she hands him her phone and his in return. They place their numbers in and once done, he gives her a cool smile.

"Alright then, I will talk to you later, Sa-ku-ra."

"R..Right," she says softly as she waves bye and he turns to leave. After he's long gone, she just stands there kind of dumbly. She couldn't believe that really happened but her mother opened the door to their house and shouted "Sakura, stop standing there like a dumbass and get inside!"

Snapping out of it, she immediately crosses the street to enter the house.

"Why were you just standing out there?" Her mother asks, shutting the door behind her. Sakura smiled sheepishly, tightening her hold on her bag.

"I was talking to someone and I was just lost in thought. No biggie, really."

"Talking to someone?" Her mother questions and Sakura nods, starting to head up the stairs.

"Yeah! But it was no one important, honest!"

Mrs. Haruno was unconvinced but let her go up the stairs. She was sure she would be able to get some information from Ino if needed.

Plopping down on her bed, her bag on the floor, she lets out a sigh. That really just happened. Pulling her phone up to her face, she notices that she has two messages. One from Ino and the other… from him.

Her face slightly pink, she opens up the one from her friend first.

From: Miss Piggy

Subject: Duckbutt

To: Billboard

Girl, you better tell me all of

the deets! Not a single bit of

information left out (6 p.m.)

Sakura snorts at the subject line. She figured that the comment Naruto made will not be forgotten anytime soon - especially since he was right, to a degree. Quickly, she writes out a response before opening the message from Sasuke.

From: Sasuke Uchiha

Subject: Meeting

To: Sakura

How about tomorrow at the ice

-cream parlor up the street at 1?

(6:10 p.m.)

Sakura thinks to herself quietly, trying to map out a time-line for tomorrow. She knows tomorrow that it is the sleepover which means most of them will be coming around 4 or 5, but she also knows that Ino likes to get a head start above everyone else which means she could pop in at any time.. This was tricky, but maybe she could time it just right. Besides, it's just for ice cream. It's not like they are going to be there for hours.

Quickly, she types out "Sure! Sounds great :)".

She deletes the smiley face a couple of times, but at some point she accidentally sent the message while it was on there. Innerly she cursed herself, but what could she do? It already sent.

"Honey?" Sakura's father knocks on the door, opening it up. He was finally home and Sakura couldn't help but smile as she stood up from her bed. "Dinner is ready, come eat."

"Coming!" Sakura says cheerily, meeting her father to walk down the stairs.

Her father worked in the oil field, so he was only home one or two weeks out of a month. So family dinners were precious to her heart. She just wished he was home more, but she understood why he chose that field. While it wasn't reliable, it paid pretty decently. It paid the bills and allowed them some luxuries. One of those being Sakura's growing college fund. It is because of this that Sakura felt a little more pressured to make sure she succeeded and did something worthwhile. She didn't want all of his hard earned money to go to waste.

She just hoped it wouldn't be for nothing.

~ ` ~ ` ~

Sakura knew what she was expecting to see when she woke up in the morning. The very same view that greets her every morning: her ceiling with her stars and solar system stickers. Instead, she got bright blue eyes staring her in her soul and a cage made from blonde hair. Accompanied by a headache, of course, because why would Ino do anything quietly?

"Get your lazy ass up, forehead!" Ino yells, hands on her hips as she pulls back from her face.

Sakura groans, rolling around onto her side and stuffing her pillow onto her head. "Go away."

Ino tsks and the only thing running through Sakura's head is shit. Ino grabs a hold of her foot and yanks as hard as she could, dumping Sakura on the floor by her bed. Sakura glares up at the blonde, scowling. She was having a good dream.

"Damn, it is never this hard to get you up. You're usually up before sunrise to watch it," Ino mumbles out. Sakura blushes, shaking her head. Ino didn't need to know that she stayed up practically all night with anxiety as an obnoxious bubble in her chest.

"Sorry," Sakura mumbles nonchalantly while her eyes look for her clock. Her eyes widen when she realizes it says 12 p.m. Hurriedly, she scrambles up, panic clear on her face.

"Woah there, what has got you so eager to get up all of a sudden?" Ino questions, eyebrow raised as she watches the pinkette hurry to her closet and pull out outfit after outfit. Then it clicked. "Oh. My. God!" She squeals before enveloping Sakura into a tight hug. "You're going to meet him aren't you?! That's why you were acting all weird last night when I was trying to see when I could come over!"

Sakura's face is bright red and she taps her arms to get her to let go. "Fine, yes. We are supposed to meet at the ice cream parlor at 1."

"Then there is no time to waste! Here, let me help!"

~ ` ~ ` ~

It took a matter of 30 minutes, but Sakura was well on her way down to the ice cream parlor. She didn't want to run because she could just hear Ino griping in her head about how her 'perfect' work would be absolutely ruined. Nervously, Sakura tucks a loose strand behind her ear. The parlor comes into view and she quickens her steps, grateful that she opted for simple sandals that fit her comfortably instead of Ino's bright idea which was heels. Her feet would be killing her, she is not like Ino who could dead-sprint in stilettos.

She could see him outside of the parlor, leaning against the wall. His eyes catch hers and her heartbeat quickens as her cheeks flush. Sakura stops in front of him and he gives her a small smile.

"Hey," he says and Sakura's genius murmurs a quiet, "Hi."

Sakura looks anywhere but him for the simple reason she felt very self conscious, but it all stopped momentarily when he offers her his hand and he leads her inside the parlor.

"What kind of icecream do you like?" He asks her as they approach the cashier to order. Sakura hums, thinking, and she smiles before answering: "chocolate as of right now."

Sasuke laughs quietly, "As of right now?" He questions and looks at her amusedly.

"It changes," she supplies before looking up at him, "How about yours?"

"Strawberry."

They didn't stay at the parlor long, instead they found themselves at the beach. They walked along the waves, Sakura's sandals in one hand and the other hand locked with his. The sunlight against their skin was refreshing and added to the warmth of the situation, the wind carrying her laughter as they talked.

"So.." Sakura trails off, her eyes slowly looking up towards his, "What brought you and your family here?"

"My great uncle left it to my brother Itachi in his will, but it's a big house and he wanted to share it with the rest of us." Sakura hums, watching the brief coldness flash in his eyes when he mentioned his brother. She didn't question it, this date… Was that what it was? This date was going well and she didn't want to ruin it by prying into his family life.

"I had no idea he had any relatives, if I'm honest," Sakura says thoughtfully and smiles. "But, I'm happy to find that he did. My friends and I made it a habit to drop gifts and say hi during holidays." Sakura rambles, leaving out the 'because he seemed so lonely' due to her not wanting to offend him.

"Yeah.. He wasn't much for big family gatherings."Sasuke shrugs and then looks down at her, taking in the way the sun brought out the many different shades of greens and spots of blue in her eyes.

"You have very pretty eyes."

She blushes, looking away. "Thank you," she says softly and can feel her chin being lifted up by him. His gaze was heavy and the world stopped around her, nothing but their breathing and her heart beating ferociously could be heard with the gentle lullaby of waves.

"Don't look away from me, Sa-ku-ra." His thumb gently rubs against her cheek and she half expects him to kiss her but instead, he drops his hand and re-takes her hand in his.

"Shall I walk you home?"

Her mind is blank and it takes a minute for what he said to process. A little bit of disappointment bubbles in her, a fear that maybe she said something wrong. "Oh, uh, sure," she says softly and she guides him to her home which is across the street.

Once they arrive, she lets go of his hand and fidgets, unsure of what to do now. Sighing, she looks down at her feet before slowly looking up at him. "Look, I'm sorry if I said something wrong-" Her words die on her tongue because he does something so unexpected and peculiar.

He poked her forehead with his index and middle finger, effectively catching her off guard.

"I had fun, Sa-ku-ra," he removes his fingers and Sakura watches, dumbfounded. "Let's do it again sometime."

"Okay," she replies and a pretty blush forms on her cheeks, she shyly watches him leave with a small smile on her face.

She turns around and briefly catches blue eyes peeking through the blinds of the living room window and she sighs, shaking her head. Of course she would get no privacy.

Stepping inside the house, she is greeted by her mother and Ino laughing obnoxiously on the couch. Not at all suspicious. Sakura places her hand on her hip, looking at them expectantly.

"Did you guys sate your curiosity looking outside the window?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," her mother states innocently before her expression turns devilish. "Buuuutttt, since you're here. Mind sharing the details?"

Sighing, Sakura gives in and decides to tell them about everything - with the exception of what happened near her front door. That, she had decided, would stay secret for her sake. Or as secret as it could, considering she was being watched the entire time they were out there."

- "A Proclivity for Love" chapter one.

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Californian Dream (Pt. 10 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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“It won't take long now,” Billy mutters, his hand holding yours are you both walk through the beach. Everyone is at the snack bar, eyes on the TV, getting all the details about the most famous gang being finally arrested. “Your father will call and you can go back home.”

“I know.” Moving a strand of hair away from your face, you look down as the ripples reach your feet. “I'll go. Spend the night there and on the next morning I'll tell them.” The plan comes up suddenly because that's the best you can give them. A last night in the house before moving out for good. “I'll tell them I'll drop out of college and look for something I really wanna study. That we're dating and I'll be living with you.”

“Are you sure about this? Because you know they won't let it go that easily.”

“I know and I don't care.” Stopping, you move to stand before him, cupping his cheeks. “I mean, you still want me to live with you, right?”

“I do.” Leaning closer, Billy kisses you, soft and slow. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tiptoe. “And I need you to know that I won't accept the money your father said he'd give for... Sheltering you.”

“Baby, you can accept it. I don't mind.”

“I can't. Having you at my place was... It is amazing, all the money in the world wouldn't be enough to pay for what you gave me.” Biting your lip, you smile at his words, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“You're so romantic.” In a sassy tone, you step back when his face changes, ready to run if necessary.

“Just don't tell anyone,” Billy whispers, and, in a sudden motion, he moves forward, arms around your waist, lifting you up.

“I won't!” You exclaim, laughing as he spins you around before setting you down again. “It'll be our secret.” Whispering on his ear, you giggle when a bigger wave hits your calves.

“I guess the future talk will happen sooner rather than later.” He states, pulling away before another wave soaks your skirt even more.

“Yeah... I guess so.” Clearing your throat, you blush a little to remember what he said earlier. “That, Uhm... About kids.” Wait. You shouldn't bring that up. It's way too soon, and be was probably kidding. “I mean, let's get real first. I'll drop off of college and focus on my job. I like it and maybe choose another course I like. Mmm... That's pretty much it. You?”

Billy gives you a look, shaking his head lightly. Trying to dissimulate with Billy is useless. You're an open book to him, you have been since day one. “Neil was a devil of a father. And I want to be better.” His voice gets darker at the mention of Neil. You don't know the man, but you hate him with all your strength for what he did to Billy. You hope you'll never see him face to face, or else you won't be able to keep from breaking his damn nose. “Of course I never actually thought of it before, but now... You just... You messed me up, ok? In a good way, but still, you messed me up and now I'm making plans.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, Billy sits down on the sand, and you do the same, climbing on top of him. “And that's all your fault.”

“My fault? I wasn't trying to make you fall for me.” Defending yourself, you push him down until he's lying on his back and you're lying on top of him.

“If you were trying, I'd have fallen for you when you gave me that lemonade.” He places a kiss on your nose, making you giggle. “Or even before, when I saw you walking around the house... Avoiding me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I noticed that, princess.”

“Well, I couldn't talk to you and risk sounding like a complete idiot.” Taking both his hands, you hold them down on each side of his head, ignoring his cocky face. “And it's your fault for being so good looking.”

“Hey, hey! You two!” A yell gets your attention, and when you turn your head to see, you find Stacy and Anne. “We're watching you.”

“Creepy.” You mutter, moving off of him and back on your feet. “But guess the party isn't over yet, and honey, I want to dance.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't dance with my lady.” In a quick motion, he's back up, arms around your waist as you make your way back to the bonfire.

•••

It takes three days until your father calls you. He doesn't say much, just that the gang is arrested and it's now safe for you to go back home.

Home. That house isn't home, but you comply, not wanting to make them sad or anything. So it's after lunch when Billy is driving you there, not a single thing with you. You didn't even bother to bring a bag to fake it. It'll be only one night, and then you'll sit and talk to them.

When you're moving through the gates, the same feeling you once had comes back. You feel suffocated, surrounded by all the things you don't care about. There will be a few people over, and they'll get into those meaningless conversations again, and they'll be looking at you, judging you. They'll talk about your clothes. They're normal, not insanely expensive. No... Your mother will make you go upstairs and change immediately. The lump in your throat only surrenders a bit when you feel Billy's hand on your thigh.

“You'll alright?”

“Yeah, just... Thinking about tomorrow. I'll talk to them, get my car, and when you're back from work, I'll be there.” That's your goal. That's what you're so damn excited for. Tomorrow evening, which will be exactly like the evenings you've been having for months. And you love every single one of them.

“I can't wait.” He gives you a glance and smiles. Your smile. The one that's not cocky and doesn't have a hidden meaning behind it. Not a sassy one. Just a bright, beautiful, genuine smile, that lights up his whole face.

The moment he stops the car by the front door, you get separated. You knew this would happen, so you're prepared. After hugs, tears, and welcomes from both your parents and the sea of people here, your mother guides you upstairs, making you change into a white dress with sunflowers. You don't complain, you just do as she says. For the last time.

Back downstairs, you see Billy and your father talking by the door. He tries to hand Billy a piece of paper, a paycheck probably, but Billy refuses. After a while, Billy leaves, but not before glancing at you. You know it's only for a short period, but you feel like part of your heart is going with him.

“(Y/N), honey?” Your mother calls. “Won't you answer Mrs. Vanner?”

“Oh, yes...” Shaking your head lightly, you try to focus on... Whatever they're talking about. “Sorry, what was it again?”

“I'm sure you're happy to be back home after so long having to live in such a small space.” Mrs. Vanner says, her fake, wide smile making it really hard not to roll your eyes.

Of course they know where you were now. Mother had to tell them, just for the sake of the gossip. “How can you possibly know the size of Billy's apartment?” You snap, not really trying to keep the sweet tone.

“Oh, please. Mr. Hargrove is the man who washes my son's car. How big can his place be.” She sounds so gentle, so plastic.

You should keep your mouth shut. You should play along, keep up the act until tomorrow morning, just until tomorrow morning. But you can't. You lost the ability to fake it. “Yeah. It is small. Your ego wouldn't fit in it.”

“(Y/N)!” Your mother exclaims, almost choking on her drink. “Where are your manners?”

“That's alright. Living with someone from a different class may have her used to different kinds of behavior.” Mrs. Vanner snaps, in an apologetic tone.

“Something we can agree on!” You exclaim, giving her a big smile. “That's a first.”

“(Y/N), that's enough.”

“I agree with that too.” Putting your drink down, you stand up from the armchair. “I'll head upstairs and rest for a bit.” Without saying anything else, you walk away, the high heels echoing through the empty spaces. But you stop in the middle of the stairs to kick them away before running to your bedroom.

But of course, there's a hell of a dinner. And, of course, you have to be there, nodding and smiling, pretending to pay attention to whatever they're saying. With your leg bouncing under the table, you play with your fancy food. Your mind floats back home. To the apartment. Billy is probably home already, eating what's left of the lasagna you made together yesterday. That lasagna is so much better than this boeuf bourguignon you're being forced to eat.

“Are you excited to go back to college, (Y/N)?” Mr. Eleanor asks, and you silently nod. “I bet you'll be an amazing lawyer just like your father over there.”

“Yeah.” Until they find you a rich husband and you have to abandon your career to turn into a housewife, with nothing to do but to administrate the house and spend rivers of money on useless things.

The dinner goes on for endless hours, and the small get together after has you exhausted. When you excuse yourself, getting to your bedroom, you fill up your tub and spend an hour or two there, trying to relax in a house that doesn't feel like yours anymore. It never did, but now, that feeling is amplified since you found a place you feel at home.

By the time you're in your pajamas, lying on the bed, it's way past midnight. The chattering died and everyone left, but still, you can't sleep. Kicking the sheets away, you get to your feet, walking to the balcony and breathing in the night air when you push the slide door opened. Billy fixed your railing. He was here before you even exchanged a single word with him. And you wish he was here now. With you. You didn't know exactly why you couldn't sleep, but now you do. Billy is always holding you, one way or another, and hugging the pillow doesn't compare. Is it what love is? Losing the capacity of falling asleep away from the person you love? Stepping forward, you let your fingers touch the cold metal, a smile coming to your lips.

California never felt like home. Until you found Billy.

Giving your huge garden a look, taking in the green grass and threes under the low lights, eyes wandering through its extension, you smile. And, in the blink of an eye, you know what to do.

The car keys are in the same place you left them, in a small vase on your dresser. Taking them, you put on the first pair of flats you find, having the decency of trying not to make too much noise on your way out. But you don't care, not anymore. On your way downstairs, you halt on the last step when you see Amelia, in her nightgown, coming from the kitchen with a mug in her hands. She's a little startled and confused, but her expression softens after a while.

“Don't try to stop me.” You say in a low voice.

“Are you going to be with Billy?” She asks, but by the look on her face, she already knows the answer. Amelie knows you too well, a lot better than your parents.

“Yes. I love him.” It comes out naturally, and it gives you a sense of freedom you can't describe. Saying it, here, is amazing.

“Then go, bunny.” Amelia smiles, and you rush to give her a tight hug before making your way to the garage, straight into your pink Cadillac.

You never enjoyed driving as much as you do now that you're going somewhere you wanna be. The streets are only half empty, and you decide to put the top down to feel the night air on your face, only to put it up again when you reach the parking lot. There are a few spaces, thank God, and you park on the first one you find, running up to Billy's apartment, panting after the six sets of stairs leading to the third floor.

But it doesn't matter. You're at his door, and it doesn't matter. You have the key, but the whole keychain is inside, so you have no choice but to knock a few times.

And when the door is open, a very sleepy Billy seems all confused, as if he just saw a ghost. “(Y/N)?”

“I couldn't sleep.” You simply say, keeping your voice as low as you can despite still trying to catch your breath.

His confusion fades away, and a smile takes over. “Me neither.” Stepping forward, Billy wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you inside with him before pushing the door close and crashing his lips on yours.

This was the right decision, as crazy as it seems. When Billy kisses you, you know that everything you did that led to this moment was right. He's pulling you to the bedroom when the phone rings. The damn thing has the bad habit of interrupting you.

“Let me–”

“No. I know who it is.” Cutting him off, you pull away, walking over the phone. You don't think much before answering it. “Hi, dad.”

“Wha– (Y/N)?” He stutters, and your mother says something on the back about her being right. “What the hell are you doing there? Your mother went to your room and you were gone, she almost had a heart attack!”

“I'm sorry. I'm at Billy's.”

“Why in the hell are you there? Get your ass back home now.”

“No.” You state, crossing your arms.

“What do you mean by ‘no’?” He scoffs. “What do you think you're doing?”

“Father, I'm an adult and I know exactly what I'm doing.” Taking a deep breath, you run a hand through your hair. “We have a lot to talk about, and I'll explain everything, I promise. Meet me tomorrow in your favorite restaurant at noon.”

“What? I won't–”

“If you want to know what's going on and why I came back here, you'll go. Tell mother to go as well. Have a good night.” Without allowing him to say anything else, you hang up. Turning to look at Billy, you sigh. “Call in sick tomorrow, because I'll need you with me.”

“I have a couple of days off I can use, don't worry.” He comes closer, pulling you into a tight hug. “I'll be right there with you.”

“They'll say all kinds of mean things, you know that, right?”

“I don't care.”

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