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jebewonmorelike · 10 months

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So You Can Do Yours

part two up now: whatever you say, president-nim wc: 2k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: none? i guess reader is not on good terms with father but to be fair their father is a chairman of a company so he probably is objectively not great; literally fluff and mostly platonic/you're his boss so but suggestion that wookie has a crush on reader at the end... and reader is supposed to be 19; super unrealistic but just a fun little fictional concept lol summary: uselessCEO!reader has fired every new assistant they've had in the past few months, but newassistant!gunwook thinks he might be the right man for the job. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ this is a cute one :) gunwook is baby. gunwook is son. protect him at all costs. i've been wanting to write more for gunwookie for a while, but i was super hesitant to because i got a really freakish comment about the only small drabble i wrote for him. so five months later i'm ready to try again. please remember this is just a work of fiction and its crazy fluffy. i really hope you like it! also expect more writing from me this month-- i'm taking the rest of summer off from school so. i'll need to stay busy 😤

“President-nim?” A voice calling through the intercom on your desk breaks your concentration. You huff annoyedly as you lean forward and press the microphone button.

“What is it?”

“Your new assistant is here to meet you,” Secretary Lee responds cautiously. You groan; quickly shoving what you had been working on into the hidden compartment of your desk. Not another assistant.

Every Monday for two months now, a new bright-eyed young woman had walked through the doors of your office ready to kick-start her career as a company president's trusty assistant. And sure enough, by that Friday afternoon every single one of them had run out in tears; unable to handle the pressures of the job. Was that pressure almost entirely due to the fact that you had no idea how to do your own job? Unimportant, but--

“Annyeonghaseyo, President-nim!” A male voice shakes you from your internal monologue as you look up to find that a young man in a 90 degree bow has appeared in front of you. He looks up at you, his gaze drifting to your right hand.

You follow his line of sight to find a watercolor brush still in your hand-- dripping a bit onto your desk. Lifting up your desk compartment slightly, you toss the brush in with the others. You clear your throat a bit awkwardly-- smoothing down the lapels of your suit jacket with your fingers. “Annyeonghaseyo,” you mumble.

“I’m your new assistant, Park Gunwook,” he introduces politely, standing up straight. It’s now that you suddenly realize just how young this man appears to be. His face is round with youth and his lips resemble that of a baby chick. “I hope to serve you well.”

“When? After you get out of school each day?” You joke, brow furrowed in suspicion. “How did you get this job, huh? You look like you’re late for hagwon.”

Gunwook’s brow stays raised for a moment, but a surprisingly cheeky smile eventually creeps onto his face. “Couldn’t I ask you the same, President-nim?”

You exhale an unamused laugh. Guess this one thinks he’s clever. “I graduated two and a half years early.”

“That must look impressive on a resume,” he agrees genuinely with a nod. “Your father being the Chairman of the Board also must look pretty impressive on a resume.”

Stunned by this kid’s audacity, you just stare back at him.

“Nothing to be ashamed of President-nim,” he reassures, clasping his hands together behind his back. “I happen to know someone that works here, too.”

Figures. “And which one of those geriatric, good-for-nothing money bags on the Board is your daddy?”

“None of them,” Gunwook says with a smile. “Secretary Lee is my eomma. Might seem small, but a connection’s a connection.”

Secretary Lee hired her own son? After the way she’d watched all of the sobbing girls run out of the building screaming ‘I’M NEVER WORKING EVER AGAIN’’ each week?

What terrible thing had Park Gunwook done to be handed such a fate by his own mother?

You stand up from your desk and meet Gunwook at the front of it. Walking in a tight circle around him, you examine every inch of him curiously as he stands at attention.

“Um, President-nim?” He asks without moving a muscle. “Can I ask what you’re doing?”

“Absolutely not,” you answer, bending down to look at his dress shoes. They’re more than a few years old and definitely not a designer brand, but somehow... they’re condition is nearly immaculate. Not to mention, the black, thin laces are tied in perfectly symmetrical bows. Huh. It’s pretty uncommon for a boy your age to care that much about the tidiness of his shoes.

“Weirdo,” you mutter under your breath as you stand back up. You have to crane your neck a bit to look Gunwook in the eyes; not only is he quite tall, you also realized you’re standing a bit too close to him. Stepping back slightly, you take a seat on your desk-- crossing your arms as you glare at him.

“Something not to your liking, President-nim?” He asks, eyebrows raised in question.

You don’t answer. Instead, you ask a question of your own. “What makes you think you have what it takes to be my assistant?”

“I’ve been President of my class since middle school. I’ve placed in national debate competitions. I’m organized, responsible, and competent,” he responds confidently. But a little mischievous sparkle appears in his eye as he adds, “From what I’ve heard, those are qualities the President's office might need more of.”

“YA! Do you want to die, you little--...” As you threaten him, Gunwook has already gone back to his default polite smiling. “What’s wrong with you, huh? Don’t you know I can blacklist you for life with one phone call? Tell me why I shouldn’t--.”

“President-nim!” Gunwook interrupts your thought excitedly; pointing to a stack of papers sitting on the corner of your desk. “Are those spreadsheets that need executive review? I’m experienced in Excel if you're... too busy for them.”

You frown, picking up the papers in your hand and sifting through them. They are spreadsheets that need executive review. You’ve been putting it off for a week, because, believe it or not, you didn’t get a very spreadsheet-centric education at the fine arts university you attended. To think, you could be painting in your own studio all day every day. But instead your father wanted you to do something “sensible” and “respectable” that “made you worthy of receiving his estate some day”.

Not that you cared much about an inheritance. But at this point it was the least you were owed for sacrificing your life’s passion to goof off in an office for the rest of your life. It wasn’t like you particularly enjoyed being unhelpful or unproductive, but at just shy of twenty years old with a BA in Fine Arts... you hadn’t exactly been well-prepared for such an important job.

You look back up at Gunwook. He’s practically salivating at the mouth to get his hands on your routine paperwork. You hand him the stack of spreadsheets with a sigh: “Knock yourself out.”

Gunwook’s concerningly large hand snatches the papers from yours with lightning speed; hugging them to his chest happily. “Thank you, President-nim! I won’t let you down.”

You’re almost starting to believe him.

“Right,” you agree, chewing your cheek as you walk back behind your desk. “Well, you get to work on those and have them back to me by... Uh...”

You’re struggling to think of a reasonable time frame for the spreadsheet reviews to be completed, since you’d never once been the one to finish them. Gunwook sees this and answers for you, “Tomorrow at noon, I think you were going to say, President-nim?”

“Tomorrow at noon,” you echo with a frown. You’re not sure you like how familiar this kid was becoming with you already, but at least he’d been far more eager to do your executive work for you than anyone had been thus far. You’d know by tomorrow at noon if he was truly capable or not.

“And where should I put them for you if you’re not in your office, President-nim?” He asks thoughtfully.

“Oh, um,” you stumble, looking around for a good spot. You land on the thin drawer at the center of your desk and point to it. “In here is fine.”

Gunwook quickly walks behind your desk to see the drawer, stopping at a respectful distance. He reaches towards the drawer, but when you realize his fingers are pulling the wrong handle-- the top of your desk is already lifting open before you can stop him.

“Whoah,” the boy whispers in awe as he stares at the giant watercolor landscape painting you’d been working on for the last week or so. You both stand in silence for a moment as you watch Gunwook take in every detail of your latest work. “This is incredible.”

“Thank you,” you reply softly-- folding your arms across your chest uncomfortably at the compliment. No one had seen your artwork for a while now; even mentioning it in your father’s presence sent him into a spiral.

“If you’re this talented, then why--... Why are you the president of a tech corporation?” He asks, eyes meeting yours now. He’s curious and concerned and confused. When he realizes he forgot to speak formally, he bows in apology. “I’m sorry, President-nim.”

“Sometimes a 'connection' isn’t what you wanted,” you say after a moment, sitting back down in your desk chair.

Gunwook swallows from beside you, taking a few steps back to the front of your desk. “I’ll help as best as I can, President-nim. I’ll do my work so that you can do yours.”

You blink back at him, a bit speechless. “O-... Okay.”

He bows, another 90 degree one. “Should I get started on these then, President-nim?”

“Yeah,” you agree, nodding slowly. “Yes. That would be good.”

Gunwook nods. “Thank you, President-nim,” he says, turning and walking towards the door.

“Gunwook-sshi,” you call suddenly, causing the young man to let go of the door handle in his hand and turn around. His eyes are wide as he waits patiently for you to continue. “Why did you apply for this job? Besides the fact that your mother works here.”

The boy smiles, answering simply, “I thought I would be a good fit.”

You exhale a laugh, rolling your eyes. “We’ll see.”

Gunwook’s smile turns to a grin as he nods again-- walking out the door and closing it behind him.

The end of the work day comes surprisingly quickly (and it may or may not have something to do with Gunwook).

Okay, it has everything to do with Gunwook.

To your very pleasant surprise, the teenage boy had been your best assistant yet by a considerable margin. All in the span of six hours, he’d color-coded your weekly schedule, ghostwritten five urgent emails to executives from partner companies, brought you your lunch order exactly how you prefer it, and reorganized your entire desk for you all while you painted next to him.

He didn’t ask you any unnecessary questions or disturb your peace; he just did his work so that you could do yours. Just like he said he would.

The end of the day came so quickly that when Gunwook knocked on your door to ask you if you were heading out for the day, you thought he was making one of his insulting-but-somehow-also-charming remarks about your lack of presidential work ethic again. But glancing at the clock, you see that he’s right-- it’s almost 7 P.M.

“I’m actually gonna keep working for a little while longer,” you respond before you catch Gunwook’s eyebrows raise. “You can go home now though. You have to be well-rested for another day of high school tomorrow.”

He sticks his tongue in his cheek and smiles at the joke. “I actually go to university now, President-nim. Part-time, but still.”

You find yourself trying to picture what Gunwook would look like on a campus: a grey hoodie, jeans, and his hair flopping into his eyes. In another life, one where you had a different father, maybe you’d still be going to university, too. Maybe you would've run into Gunwook and been his sunbae instead of the Guinness World Records holder for youngest president of a national corporation. Would you have noticed each other? Would you have been friends? Rivals? Something else?

Returning his smile, you dismiss, “Have a good night, Gunwook-sshi.”

“Have a good night, President-nim.”

You work on your painting for another hour before finally gathering your things and heading out the door for the night. On your way out, you see Secretary Lee typing away at her desk. When she spots you, she grimaces nervously.

“Oh, President-nim,” she greets as you walk over to her. “I hope you’re not too upset, but I thought that my son could--.”

“Could be the best assistant I’ve ever had?” You finish for her; watching as her face relaxes at your compliment. “You were right. And you better keep up the good work, Secretary Lee: Gunwook-sshi would make a great secretary.”

Secretary Lee swallows and nods at the hint of a threat. “Understood, President-nim.”

You smile, starting to head toward the exit before your curiosity stops you in your tracks. You turn over your shoulder to call, “Secretary-nim?”

She looks at you expectantly; if not also a bit nervously.

“Why did Gunwook-sshi want to be my assistant?”

She considers for a moment before replying, “After your... poor luck... with assistants these past few months, I couldn’t help but think my son had what it takes to change that. He’s always been such an overachiever. But he wasn’t really interested at all at first."

“Why did he change his mind?” You ask; wanting to understand a bit more about the incredibly competent, but slightly odd assistant that showed up at your office today.

Secretary Lee laughs quietly. “Well, to be honest... He only handed me his completed application after...

... I showed him a picture of you.”

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lovelies-dream · 24 days

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Can I request how Hideaki, Elliot, and Maeve met Reader?

First meeting (Yandere ocs x reader)

I'm working on making headers for each of them so I don't have to use gifs as much, so look forward to that.

No warning other than reader doesn't have any tattoos, sorry.

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Summer in New York sucked. It was hot, painfully so, to the point where it felt like your skin was constantly burning. It also stunk, like garbage and food and sweat. But more than the smell or the heat, summer sucked because of one person.

Maeve Leblanc.

Every summer he had auditions for new models. They'd flock from all over the world just for a chance to meet him. One of these models included your best friend and roommate, Jessica. She was obsessed with him, trying every year since first moving to New York to model for him.

"He's like...the best designers of our generation!" You remember her swooning one day during dinner. "Jay even works with him--you've seen him in stuff, right?" You nod your head.

"I've heard of him." You respond before taking a bite of your food. "But I don't think his shows really appeal to me..."

Jessica shakes her head "regardless, I just know this is the year." She nods her head, determined.

You believed in her just as much, you're honestly surprised she hasn't already been chosen to be one of his models. But if there was one thing holding her back, it was her forgetfulness.

Waking up in the morning to a barrage of texts for Jessica was not what you expected. It took you a few seconds to process what she needed, before signing. She forgot an outfit, apparently they needed to provide their own for the first few rounds of auditions.

So here you were, in front of the ginormous building, large letters displaying Fleur. You didn't know much about Maeve, but flowers were a common theme with him, if the rows and rows of them outside weren't already that much of a sign. You took a deep breath before entering, clothing bag gripped tightly purely out of nervousness.

The entrance was busy, model after model filling the room to the point where the noise was nearly unbearable. You tried looking around the room, finding someone who could tell you where auditions were being held, opting for one of the few front desks that weren't taken over by models.

"Excuse me--"

"If you're here for auditions, they're closed." The woman interrupted, looking you up and down very confused. You weren't exactly dressed to impress, in a baggy t-shirt and jeans with tennis shoes that were most likely a year old. "Come back tomorrow."

"I'm not here for auditions." You snapped back. "My friend forgot something and I need to give it to her, she's in the auditions."

The woman nodded, shifting on her feet a bit. "Okay well--I can't let you in if you're not auditioning so, sorry." You groan in disappointment, before nodding and leaving the desk.

This day couldn't get any worse, at this point you were planning on just texting Jessica and telling her to suck it up and try again next summer, before your plans were thwarted by someone rudely bumping into you.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry--are you okay?" The person, a man judging by his voice, asks you. His hands were gripping your arms tight to keep you from falling, so the only thing you could do was look up and nod at him.

He wasn't that tall, which was surprising due to how hard he crashed into you. His dark hands were covered in tattoos, and you could even see a few peaking onto his neck. He definitely was attractive, but he didn't look like one of the models, wearing just a hoodie and some baggy jeans.

"Are you here for the auditions?" He asks you once you calm down a bit, letting you go finally.

You shake your head. "No, I'm here for a friend, she's the one auditioning." You hold up the bag of clothes to him. He looks confused for a few seconds before nodding, holding out his hand towards you with a smile.

"Well, I'm Elliot." You shake his hand, it was surprisingly warm.

"I'm (Y/n)." You introduce yourself.

"I'm also looking for a friend." He says, eyes darting around the entrance. "He works here, maybe he can help you?" He tilts his head at you. You shrug, it was worth a shot.

"Great!" He smiles, taking your hand again.

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You and Elliot spend about twenty minutes looking for his "friend", how he refused to give any more descriptors other than "tall loud idiot." It felt like he was making this harder for no reason.

Eventually, you two sat down on a tucked away seating area, Elliot attempting to call his friend for the sixth time now. You would call Jessica to tell her what was going on, but her phone was turned off, so you were out of luck.

"I'm sorry about all of this, I know he's here, it's just--" Elliot rubs the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed.

You shake your head, smiling a bit. "It's fine, don't worry about it." He laughs lightly, smiling wide. He had a very pretty smile, it would've made you nervous if it weren't for the situation you were in.

"(Y/n)." Elliot asks suddenly. "Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?" That was a strange question. You've honestly never thought about it that much, but a part of it scared you. Getting something permanently etched onto your body was a big commitment, you didn't know if you were ready for that yet.

"Uh--not really, I just don't think I'm brave enough to get one." You laugh awkwardly, a bit uncomfortable by the question.

"You definitely should." He responds. His eyes were locked onto you, making you feel small. "You have the skin for it." He says. "If you ever change your mind, I--"

"Elliot! Where have you been!" He's interrupted by someone behind you, causing you to turn around. In front of you was a tall, very upset man, storming towards you. He had fluffy black hair, very pale skin, and judging by his high end clothing, was one of the models here.

"What do you mean, Hideaki, I've been looking for you?!" Elliot shot up, forgetting the very strange conversation you were just having.

"I was in the upstairs dressing room, like always."

"I can't get to the higher floors, dumbass!"

"Wait--I thought I authorized you?"

"Authorization doesn't matter when there are auditions, we went over this, you have to be with me in person."

The entire time the two were arguing, you were trying to figure out where you'd seen the other guy before. He seemed so familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Maybe he showed up at your work, or maybe you saw him online, like on instagram or something--

"Oh--you're Jay, man I knew I've seen you somewhere before." You gasp, interrupting their argument. Jay, or Hideaki as Elliot called him, furrowed his eyebrows. Elliot was holding back laughter as he peered at your satisfied face.

You should've recognized the actor and model immediately, Jessica watches nearly every show he's been in, she even managed to get his autograph at last year's auditions.

"Who is this?" Jay asks his friend.

"This is (Y/n), they're looking for their friend." Elliot smiled. "You're going to take us to the audition room as an apology for wasting our time." Jay looked annoyed, groaning as he rolled his eyes.

"Fineee--come on." He motioned for you to follow, moving towards the crowd of people. Elliot waited for you to stand up before taking your hand again.

"Thank you." You whisper to him. He doesn't respond, just smiling instead.

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This was probably the biggest elevator you've ever been in. It was incredibly fancy with so many buttons, you're sure you would've gotten lost if it wasn't for Elliot and Jay.

Speaking of Jay, he's been on his phone the whole time you've been in this elevator, which has been a while due to the amount of people getting on and off. He seemed to be in his own world, which you didn't know was because of you or Elliot.

"(Y/n), you said your friend is auditioning, is this their first time?" Elliot speaks up in the quiet elevator. You can see Jay's eye shift over to you for a second, before going back to his phone.

"No, she's been auditioning now for about three years now." You answer. "I think she has a shot though, she's been working really hard."

Elliot nods "Well, tell her I wish her luck."

"She's gonna need it if this is her third year." Jay laughs from the side, causing you to look over at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm just saying, it isn't easy to model for Maeve, trust me I know."

You decide not to mention that he never had to go through the auditioning process and was chosen by Maeve specifically, you didn't want to start drama, choosing to instead stay quiet.

Eventually, the elevator stops, opening up to a large open floor filled with models and clothes and makeup. It was crowded, but significantly quieter than the entrance. "Your friend should be in here." Jay says blankly. "Elliot come on." He calls.

"Give me a second--" Elliot looks over at you. "Sorry for all the trouble." He grabs your hand and places a small piece of paper in it. "My number--in case you change your mind about that tattoo. Or if you just want to talk." You looked at the paper for a second before looking back at him. He was smiling, wide and bright, and it made your heart jump in your chest.

"Yeah, will do." He nods, before heading back into the elevator with a wave.

As the elevator doors close, you can feel yourself becoming progressively more nervous. There were too many people, and you were starting to get more anxious around all these people.

"(Y/n)!" Thank god Jessica found you. You could see her stride over to you, engulfing you into a hug as she takes the bag from your hand. You're so happy she's here, that means you can leave soon.

"Thank you so much." She says. "I have to go and get changed--sorry to leave so soon."

You shake your head "It's fine, go try your best!" You shove her away playfully as you giggle.

The elevator felt like a breath of fresh air when you stepped into it. You wondered if you should message Elliot, or if it would be too sudden. How long should you even wait before talking to him? As you wrestled with this in your brain you barely even noticed when the door opened and someone walked in. You instinctively move to let him enter, eyes glued to your phone and the piece of paper.

The elevator was silent for the few moments after he entered, which you were perfectly fine with as you didn't feel like conversing with anyone.

"You're slouching." You look at the man, he was looking down at you already. "Don't do that."

The man's calm but powerful voice broke you out of your trance. You quickly fixed your posture before stuffing your phone in your pocket. You didn't dare look at the man, too embarrassed to see his face. It was like his presence was too overwhelming.

"Better." He says, his voice satisfied.

You stifle a confused groan before finding the small amount of courage in you to shift your gaze towards him. He was tall, extremely so. He was covered head to toe in designer clothing, with strawberry blond hair that framed his face perfectly.

You nearly choke on your own breath as you realize that you're in an elevator with Maeve Leblanc. One of the most famous people in the world, the whole reason thousands of people are here today, is in the same elevator as you and just told you to fix your posture. You don't know whether to be surprised or scared.

You waste no time shifting your gaze back to your feet, mentally praying that this elevator would hurry up. "Are you here to audition?" Why does he keep talking to you? You thought it was pretty obvious that you weren't auditioning, but apparently not.

"Uh--no, I was here for a friend." You answer quickly, eyes staying locked to the floor.

He hums lightly in understanding and you can feel his gaze shift onto you. Almost like something overtook you, you finally look at him completely, meeting his gaze for the first time.

His eyes were a deep blue, staring far into your soul. His face was captivating, even more so that it wasn't behind a t.v. screen. You felt bewitched by him, by his beauty, that you didn't notice the small amount of shock on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked back at you.

"You should." He said.

"Huh?" You gaped in confusion.

"Audition." He answers. "You should audition."

"Ha--" You laugh, trying to avoid the awkwardness. "Yeah--" Your voice draws out as you turn back to the ground, he couldn't be serious.

Eventually, the elevator dings, and you're greeted with the entrance and once again you can finally breathe. You leave the elevator, not failing to notice that Maeve doesn't leave, but his eye stays on you. He does, however, reach out his hand to stop the doors from closing.

"I'm serious" He says, making you turn and face him completely. "You should come tomorrow and audition." It didn't feel like a request, but more like a demand, like he was demanding you show up tomorrow. But even so, you just laugh while the door closed, sighing as he was finally out of view.

"What the fuck--"

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A/n: Hope you liked this.

#platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x y/n #yandere oc x you

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eclecticprincecollector · 4 months

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10 things I hate about you part 2

part 1

As expected, your endavours were successful!, you had a dragon on your side afterall.

This led to you and Azul becoming good business partners, the problem here, darling yuu, is that the prince of Briar Valley had no idea of this and thought that you saught him out without any prompting.

This led to where you were today.

"Malleus...I have something to tell you, there seems to have been a-"

"Oh! Has the prince finally made his move" cronned Lilia, making Malleus blush and your heart drop to you feet.

Luckily grimm of all...people?...no cats, came to your rescue.

Afterwards, Lilia pulled you aside, at this point you were sure your head would join your heart on the floor now. ( generals are not known to be kind to triclsters)

instead what he said made your head spin.

Lilia arranged this so Malleus couls get closer to you!

so the suffering and the despiration that led to you was their doing, now your blood was boiling.

You hated that you had to go through this

You hated that he thought you could only be approached through these methods.

But still, you decided to give him a chance. On the condition that your dealings with Azul will have no further meddling with from Diasomnia.

Lilia pouted at that, Azul did too but he wouldn't admit it. ( sneaky thing got compensated)

Eventually, even as you fall for him, you decide to distance yourself from him because of the feelings of betrayal that you could get over.

You spent the summer vacation alone.( you were invited ti briar valley)

Skipping to the end of the mundane and ,surprisingly, accident less summer, you find yourself looking forward to meeting Malleus.

Who, by the way is a wealthy prince, gets you two gifts, one that showcases the mentioned wealth and one that speaks of his heart.

and so, presented with the most gorgeous ring you've ever seen and Malleus's GAO GAO dragon, you finally say yes to being his.

ANDD thats a wrap, I'm sorry for the large delay, but I've been pretty sickly for the past few week, with doctors visits and what not.

Stay tuned for Silver and peoples choice editions to this.

also sorry for any mistakes, I will edit soon.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #octanivelle #twst x oc #diasomnia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus

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simplysedusa · 5 months

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PPG Headcanons I Plan On Incorporating In My Fics

Elmer is albino, and he still has his glue powers. He's done quite well keeping it under wraps thanks to Professor Utonium and his pen-pal, Dexter.

Ms. Bellum is Princess Morbucks' maternal aunt. Penelope (Princess's mom, Sara's sister) and Sara were close as could be from a typical middle class family. That all changed when Penelope started dating Roy Morbucks. Ms. Bellum never liked the guy but her parents could be happier. The final nail in the coffin was when Penelope announced their engagement, and the two haven't spoken since her wedding day.

Prior to moving to Townsville, Mr. Morbucks had business in Townsville; some of it legal, but most of it wasn't. With the Powerpuff Girls being the beloved superheroes, it'd only be a matter of time until someone hired them to look into Mr. Morbucks' establishments and discovered his criminal underbelly. He decided to take Princess and enroll her in the very same kindergarten as the Powerpuff Girls to be her eyes and ears. He didn't expect her to become a supervillain out of spite, but he decided to fund her endeavors as a distraction.

Mitch has a tumultuous family background. His mom is dead, his dad's an alcoholic whose constantly in and out of jail with a different girl of the week living with him in the trailer, and his grandmother is hospitalized. Once Professor Utonium learned of this, he allowed Mitch to spend the night whenever he felt the need to. The constant exposure to the Powerpuffs allowed him to become friends with Blossom and Bubbles, closer with Buttercup, and a nicer person overall. He's still rather rebellious but he's no longer a bully. His interests are motorbikes (or any kind of car) and animals, surprisingly. He helps the volunteers to look after Twiggy during the summers on Monster Isle, who helps keep the monsters away from Townsville.

The Gangreen Gang (minus Ace, obviously) are a few of the aforementoined volunteers. Much to Buttercup's chagrin, Mitch and the reformed Gangreen Gang are on good terms.

Beebos are outlawed in Townsville, Farmsville, and Citiesville. All of them have been relocated to Monster Island. Mitch also helps keep an eye on the population and their feeding habits during his volunteer work over the summer.

I can't decide if I want one of the Rowdyruff Boys or the Gangreen Gang to illegally have a Beebo, but one of those former delinquents definitely has one and are trying their hardest to keep it a secret lmao.

I've spoken about him here but Barnaby Mayer (aka "the Mayor") had been embezzling money from the city of Townsville for years. He came from a rather poverty stricken background and originally wanted to become mayor to help change Townsville for people like him. His newfound greed got to the better of him, and a certain someone close to him who I don't want to spoil just yet only helped push him further. Deforestation only allowed the growth of Townsville's infrastructure, at the expense of Fuzzy's property. Bribes from rich corporations in Townsville allowed the Mayor to turn a blind eye to wherever they dumped their toxic waste, which affected the Gangreen Gang and mutated the Amoeba Boys as their part of the city became the city wasteland. Sedusa's own court case was even rigged in the research lab's favor as a deal; the Mayor offers them funding and in exchange, they keep quiet about what he asks of them (future questionably unethical Chemical X experiments to extract a weakness against the Powerpuff Girls, silence on the ozone layer of Townsville and the radiation/pollution from monster waste, the Antidote X handcuffs, testing other animals which lead to the creation of the talking dog, White Kitty, and Roach Coach, etc). Most of Townsville's infamous villains link back to him (I got the idea from this post in particular, I just expanded on it).

Speaking of Sedusa's court case, I spoke a great deal about her here. Her real name is Annalise.

#ppg #the powerpuff girls #elmer sgloo #sara bellum #princess morbucks #mitch mitchelson #the gangreen gang #the rowdyruff boys #the mayor ppg #the amoeba boys #fuzzy lumpkins #sedusa #buttercup utonium

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gauchestardust · 2 months

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Lipstick - a RenRuki fanficfion.

In the Kuchiki manor, Rukia sits on the floor, Renji, who got invited by the girl, does the same, as the only thing separating them is the kotatsu. The manor's ambient is silent and solitary. The duo doesn't share a single word – they've been together since they were kids, Renji always talked to Rukia about literally anything. A mutual trust. The two shinigami know very well they can tell anything to each other. But this time: something's off. Both shinigami avoid each other's stares. Their faces are pink, red even, and hot too. It's like they were in a hot summer, although it's actually a very cold winter in Soul Society.

After what feels to be an eternity of silence, the red-haired shinigami finally speaks up. "So, Rukia...what have you been up to these days? I've been too busy working with Kuchiki-taicho– your brother. And...yeah, we didn't see each other a lot." He asks. In the same moment, the black-haired girl replies. "Ah, I think I've been okay. Matsumoto-san from the 10th division asked me to go shopping with her. I tried to tell her i needed to finish my duties with Ukitake-taichou, but well, it's Matsumoto Rangiku...she obviously haven't heard me." She replies.

"Ehh? And what have you two bought?"

"Well- a lot of clothes for Matsumoto-san, and she also offered herself to buy some dresses for me. And that's what she did." Sigh. "And also...a lipstick."

"Lipstick?? Really, Rukia? I don't think I remember ever seeing you wearing those."

"She told me it would be a great idea! For a..." At the moment Rukia formulates this phrase, her face slowly turns pinker than it already was. "...a certain reason."

"Oh really? And what would THAT reason be?" Renji comes closer to Rukia's face, with a smirk, as the girl tells him to shut up. "Mhm? Come on!"

"Ngh...!" She groans, pulling the redhead away. She gets up, walking to the closest dressing table. She approaches the small mirror and slowly applies the pink lipstick. Rukia does it in a slow pace, trying to seduce Renji (jokingly www). And surprisingly, it worked...! When the black-haired girl put the piece of makeup down, she saw him blushing even more.

"She looks so...h-hot..." Thinks Renji Abarai to himself, and quickly notices Rukia doing a gesture with her hand – a sign of 「come closer ♡」 – an opportunity he surely doesn't want to lose. The red-haired shinigami looks at his surroundings. "...well...Byakuya-taichou isn't here. Which means YOUR BROTHER isn't here. S-so..."

Renji gets up and walks to Rukia. Their huge size difference is noticeable. The male red-haired shinigami is so tall, being impressively 188cm (6'2 ft.), while the female black-haired shinigami is so petite, being just 144cm (4'9 ft.) – and he LOVES IT in her. He easily lifts her up, squeezing her small waist. She's just like a goddess in all ways! But that doesn't matter. At least not for now. It's time for Renji Abarai to feast the main course: her lips. This make him feel like fainting...!

They want to lose control. Renji wants to play with Rukia's lips, coated by that pink lipstick – it even has a scent, cherries...probably has a taste too.

"Ready?" The star asks.

"You bet I am." The stray dog replies.

But in the moment their lips are almost touching, both just pull away, blushing. "A-agh...! I don't know if I can do this...! I've never done this before..." The short shinigami groans, holding on her hairlocks. As for the tall shinigami, letting out a small sigh, gently holds her by the cheeks. Oh god...she's so soft, like a little bunny...

"Yo, Rukia. Don't worry, okay? Y-you know it's also my first kiss." He grins. "I gotta be honest. Since we've begun to get closer to each other...even before training to be shinigami...I have always dreamed of having you on m-my arms...you know, kissing you...–"

"..." Rukia doesn't know what to say. She just keeps listening.

"And y'know...knowing my first kiss will actually be with you...i-it's so— m-mhm...?!?!"

Renji looks down, only to see he got interrupted by Rukia, pulling him by the yukata's collar, on the tip of her toes. Her lips finally touches his. A kiss that starts kindly, but slowly turns into a hot kiss, as Renji holds Rukia on his arms, sharing the pinnacle of passion for a silly duo of teen lieutenants.

He responds to this, pinning her on the floor, with her arms open, as the kiss keeps going. Not only their lips touch, but their tongues too. Rukia lets out soft moans, squirming in pleasure. "Renji~...o-oh my god...~" She says, breaking the kiss. "T-that was...wonderful...magical..."

"Ehehe...y-yeah...that was awesome, Rukia. Look, thank you so much. Thanks for being my first one." Renji speaks up, thanking her. He have always known, but now it's definitive: he wants to be with Rukia Kuchiki forever. He wants to marry, have a life with her.

But before he could even finish the phrase, this time he gets pinned in the floor. He looks at Rukia pinning him, seeing a smirk on her face. He's going to get rewarded.

Now, the only things heard inside the Kuchiki manor were kissing, smooching noises and the male shinigami moaning. And after that, Rukia picked up the small mirror from the dresser and showed it to Renji. The redhead had the best vision he'd ever seen on his entire life, his reflection, his loose hair, as Rukia untied it during their moment; his face full of her lipstick marks, not only face, but neck too. And it's obvious that the shorter shinigami wouldn't stop right there.

"Well~ since my brother isn't here...we can make the most of our little fun time. Let's just hope no one comes at us now~" Rukia says, trying to act seductively. Turns out she's not the absolute best at this, but Renji loves it anyway.

"Oh god. Why not? We're lieutenants, we gotta have a break sometime." Renji gets up, picking up Rukia and carrying her to her room. It's so...so adorable. He puts her down on the bed and decides to take a look at the room.

It's full of bunny related things, especially related to chappy. There's some dresses scattered in the closet, the dresses Rangiku bought to Rukia, and also that dress Uryu made for her. And also...he notices something on the counter, he looks closer and picks it up.

It's that Chappy keychain he gave her while she was hurt, resting on that futon. He bought to her but turns out at the time, Ukitake-taichou gave her a HUGE Chappy, bigger than Soul Society as a whole. He got very envious and jealous at the time. He looks at the Chappy keychain, seeing she took great care of it, she actually loved it...it's a dear gift for her. Despite not being very used to affection, those gifts were the embodiment of heaven to Rukia. Gifts that comforted her.

The two lieutenants look at each other as Renji walks to Rukia and hugs her. "I love you." That's what they say at the same time, descending into their little heavenly moment of kissing — with love, a small temporary paradise for them.

Some days after their act, Rukia encounters Rangiku walking on the snowy streets, wearing a charming, pink scarf. "Ah, Matsumoto-san...!" The shorter girl calls her attention. The busty woman turns to her, examining Rukia with her blue eyes.

"Oh? Oh, hey, Kuchiki-chan!" She grins, leaning at her. "Why are you speaking to me all of sudden? I thought you'd be busy." Rangiku says, chuckling. Rukia just rolls her eyes.

"I just wanted to thank you..." She says, looking at Rangiku's grin turning into a confused face. She then explains. "You know...thank you for giving me that lipstick. It was because of it I could...a-agh..." She pulls the taller woman closer and whispers in her ear. "I-I filled Renji with kisses...and he loved it."

"Y-you what?!?! My my...! I'm so happy for you, Rukia...how was it? Did you two enjoy the moment?" The busty lady asks gently, seeming genuinely happy for Rukia. "You deserve it! You two are so close to each other...it was already expected."

Rukia blushes, looking away. "Y-yeah. But anyways...thank you so much, Matsumoto-san...I could finally kiss him...well, we can...go shopping later in the human world if you want to." The black-haired girl smiles and then walks away.

Rangiku Matsumoto waves to Rukia as she walks away. Then, she turns to walk back to the 10th division. "She's so happy, it's adorable. It surely worked. I'm so glad I could help her in love~"

Additional notes: look, this was my first...long fanfiction? since the others i have made were too short, though that ive never submitted them. i will post this one on AO3...when i have the motivation to.

i'm not used to writing these, but i hope you all like it. i'm a fan of renruki (i want to find more merch of them but it's so hard to find in aliexpress...), and to satisfy my renruki needs, i wrote this. hope you like it.

#bleach #renji abarai #rukia kuchiki #renruki #renji x rukia #rangiku matsumoto mentioned #she's like a cupid in this fanfic www #it's my first actual fanfiction please don't throw tomatos at me #(do it please)#kissing #fanfiction #bleach AND renruki fans please interact!!

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brightgnosis · 7 months

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Harvest Home Hexennacht & Wild Hunt: Happy Autumn Equinox

I don't participate in Wild Hunt activities because it's not actually a part of my practice. I barely even celebrate the Solstices and Equinoxes, honestly- and even then, what I do celebrate of them is really only to elevate HaShem and remind myself of its glory above all, as Creator and Sovereign of the Universe. I rarely actually have much that I feel is significantly practice oriented enough to really contribute to @msgraveyarddirt / @graveyarddirt's Solstice Squad activities as a result.

This year, though, I was busy when The Rents came due on September 1st and kind of forgot about them until the last minute because I was deep cleaning the Basement in early preparation for Rosh Hashanah. And so I didn't decorate on the first of Autumn like I usually do at seasonal shifts. I thought I'd take the time on the Equinox, then, to finish changing out my Summer Decorations for Autumn ones- even if it was a bit late.

Earlier in the week the door got a new Autumn wreath; I left my Summer wreath on last year through the season, because I wasn't too happy with any of the choices; Autumn decorations and I usually just don't vibe. I'm a Spring Creature through and through.

When I saw this one at Lowe's this year, however, I knew it was it for me; I loved how big it was. I also loved all of the green leaves on it, and the variety of small Pumpkins. The Pinecones are a bit of a weird addition, though, since those are very much a Spring thing to me? But it's whatever.

It goes surprisingly well together and it looks cute on the door (which desperately needs to be repainted at this point, but it's not my house). And that's all that matters to me!

And of course, since the Wreath went up, that means Pierre went out onto the stoop (then immediately got moved to the other side of the Breezeway where there was actually more room for him, ha); I still can't figure out why I love his stupid little face, but I do. I'm glad I invested in him instead of deciding not to like I almost did ... He just brings me so much joy every year.

This year I was actually able to pick him up and carry him up the stairs myself, even! A huge improvement in my strength, considering the bastard weighs about 30 pounds all on his own. Which is great, actually, because it means he doesn't blow away; a huge (and legitimate) issue I worry about with all the foam ones I always see for sale since the Breezeway gets so damned windy every year.

Then yesterday after work, my Husband took me out to get the finishing touches for inside- a few items of which I'd already picked up earlier in the week when I chanced across them at WalGreens while grabbing myself some Tylenol: A giant white light-up Pumpkin, and two smaller Pumpkins (one Orange and one Red).

For the rest, I bought the fairly typical stuff that I've been buying for the Mantle for every seasonal shift so far: Some fake flowers to make an arrangement out of, a new autumnal vase for them, and a leaf garland to go across the bottom.

I actually wasn't too sure if I was going to like it when I was picking it out. But it came together surprisingly nicely; I keep finding myself staring at the Mantle now, ha.

I did all the decorating while listening to the second half of Friday Night Shabbat Service online. Then lit the Shabbat candles when everything was up and decorated, said some Prayers, and then sat down with 'God in the Wilderness' for a bit.

I also reflected last night on the fact that I've been trying to be more active in my Homemaking, my Gardening, and my Payer Routine again since Rosh Hashanah, during the Ten Days of Awe; I want that to be my Segula, to bring me back into a state of comfort, and remind me of what I love doing and where I flourish the most- even if the house feels a bit oppressive at moments.

I didn't do any riding. No baking was done (except my Husband's Birthday Cake much later in the night before bed). Nothing special was really had ... It was just a quiet Solstice night for me; much needed, honestly, given the chaos that's unfolding for the next few days, starting from today onwards.

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Enemies to Lovers part eight, I've given up on my coworker a little bit, she's stubborn and we're nearing the end, so it looks like she'll never love vil

Summary: Back at NRC, you start your new job, only to get some terrifying news

Chapters: one. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Nine. Ten. Epilogue.

"Y/N."

You were drawn from yourr thoughts by the voice of yourr soon to be employer.

"Hello, Azul," you said, looking up from your lunch.

"Good morning," he and Jade took the seats across from you, while Floyd picked Grim up from his seat next to you, and stole that spot.

"The second location will be finished on schedule, so I'd like to get your managerial training taken care of before the freshmen arrive. I assume you've been reading the papers I've been sending to you?" He raised a single eyebrow, and you nodded. "Good Y/N. Managerial training will be handled by Jade, and Floyd will train you on how waiting is handled in our establishment. That can wait until opening though, because I won't be sending any new hires to you right away."

Floyd made a humph sound as Jade covered a smile behind his hand.

"I was actually wondering why Jade or Floyd wasn't manager?" You questioned.

"Boring," Floyd rolled his eyes.

"I much prefer to work behind the scenes and observe how things run," Jade smiled.

"Agreed," came a smooth voice from behind you, and you turned to see Epel and his new Vice Housewarden, both looking ravishing.

Epel gave you a tight hug. "I missed you so much. Vil hogged all your time this summer," he pouted.

"From what I understand, you were also very busy, Mr. Housewarden," you giggled.

"True," he smiled. "Jade and Azul, I'm sure you already know a little too much, but I wanted to introduce you to my vice housewarden, Morgan. Morgan, that is Azul and Jade, housewarden and Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle, and that's Y/N, who's the prefect of Ramshackle."

"And when they die, I'm the prefect," Grim laughed gleefully, until Floyd gave him a light kick.

A Pomefiore student came running, and whispered something to the two of them, and they both nodded.

"We have to go, but since you all were here I thought I'd get introductions out of the way, see you later Y/N," and both of them walked off.

"Where were we?" Azul mused.

"Jade thinks everyone is a science experiment," you said drily, causing Floyd to giggle next to you.

"Ah, yes. You're training officially begins now," Azul said with a smirk.

….

Despite the last second training, everything went off without a hitch. As predicted, you didn't have time to learn waitstaff things until after the grand opening, but Floyd was a surprisingly patient teacher.

Your waitstaff training was nice because it took your mind off things, like the fact you still weren't going home, or how empty the school seemed without the troublesome third years you'd come to befriend….or how lonely it felt not being able to see Vil everyday.

You didn't want to think about that last one. It would be cruel of you to have dashed his romantic affections and then turn around and be like, "Hey, I'm still not into you, but I miss you, so you should make time for me."

He'd reached out to you twice in that first month, asking you how you were, how Epel was handling his new position, how your potions grades were doing, but you couldn't bring yourself to have a long conversation with him.

"Shrimpy," Floyd pouted, rousing you from your thoughts. "You gotta focus on me, or you'll never learn how to fold the napkins properly." Then he grinned mischievously.

"Although, I wouldn't mind being your teacher forever," he said slyly.

You laughed, and he brightened up again, and resumed showing you how to fold napkins, then proceeded to stand over your shoulder, and whisper encouragement while you showed what you learned.

"You're almost there, Shrimpy, you just gotta get those folds crisp," he brought his arms around you and directed your movements, leading to a perfectly folded napkin. You looked up at him, and noticed how close his face was, as he smiled softly at you.

"See?" He whispered, and he began to draw in closer, until…

"Y/N!" Someone shouted your name, running into the empty restaurant.

Startled you stood up, and missed Floyd's annoyed face, turning to see Epel running towards you, looking horrified.

"I just got a call from Rook," he said, breathing heavily. "Somethin's happened ta Vil!"

....

Tag list- @stygianoir @da-disappointment @shytastemakerthing @iruiji

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #twst vil

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hanahope101-2 · 9 months

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The Mystical Tours - Old Time Record Edition

Summary:The fourth drama in "The Mystical Tours" series.Tells the story of a certain record shop.Tokiya plays the shopkeeper💜, and Ranmaru plays the clerk❤️.The store is dark and old-fashioned, but elegant and calm. The records that are only available there have a very attractive tone~

(this is my translation and it may not be 100% accurate, I hope you enjoy~)

🍀Episode 1🍀

Tokiya and Ranmaru in the recording studio

💜Tokiya: Kurosaki-san. Thank you for your hard work on the radio recording. There were a lot of music-related things rather than stories, and the conversation was lively. If you don't mind, take this.

❤️Ranmaru: Oh, throat lozenges? And it look expensive. thank you. I will accept it without hesitation. Hmm, it's good.

💜Tokiya: I'm glad it's for your liking. It's my recent favourite. From now on, We will be working together for a long time on the recording of the drama . Be prepared for more.

❤️Ranmaru: Ah, it's going to start soon, isn't it? The summer special. İt's our chance to show off our skills by playing the vibes of the series.

💜Tokiya: I agree. I have worked with Kurosaki-san on many films, but a story with this kind of flavour may be rare. This time, I play the role of shop owner. I would like to behave appropriately so that I do not just be overwhelmed by the presence of Kurosaki-san standing next to me.

❤️ Ranmaru: When you enter a role, you always appear as though you're going to eat your partner, don't you? Well, if you don't get too worked up, the results will come.It's also a role of being surrounded by music at a record store. You're a collector yourself, aren't you? I'd like to get a few things together before we start filming.

💜 Tokiya: Really? Actually, ever since I read the script, I've been thinking about talking to Kurosaki-san about records too. I had some recommendations.......

❤️ Ranmaru: All right, all right. Would you like to borrow the meeting room for reading together? Maybe you'd be better suited to playing a record shop manager in real life instead of in a drama.

🍀 Episode 2🍀

The clerk ❤️: Hmm. Hey, welcome. It's a good day when our next customer arrives so early.It's your first time here, right?I knew it.Once I've met a customer, I never forget their face.It doesn't seem like you came here looking for a piece you really want... Curious about the records on display, did you stop by while passing?No, no, no. Of course, just for stepping in, for whatever reason is fine. Even if it's your first time here, you're welcome! Take a look around to your heart's content.Nice atmosphere, isn't it?This record shop is run by just the two of us, the owner and myself.Ah! Perhaps you think, for something to be proud of, the interiors are worn out...?Actually, I'm worried about that too. However, the owner is a bit stubborn.Even though it's rough, it's a relatively good taste. It's a surprisingly good environment to listen to the "sound" of a record. You may try it yourself.

??? 💜: That's enough pranks for you. You don't know what she looks like. Don't embarrass our guest.

❤️: Gosh, I thought you'd be busy with the new one... I beg your pardon for this. Over there is our owner. He is the owner of this store.

💜: Welcome to ... Welcome to our store.

🍀 Episode 3🍀

💜: You can touch the records displayed in the store as you like. It's okay if you take a closer look. The jacket is also one of the important elements that make up the record.If something caught your eye, I'm sure it's worth your time. If there's something you're interested in, could you tell me?Yes, you're right. There's no need to rush. I won't kick you out or recommend anything, so do what you want.

❤️: Between you and me, though. My owner isn't very good at talking to people. If you want, you can call me.

💜: Don't be selfish.

❤️: Haha, one hell of ears.

💜: as long it happens in this shop, there's nothing I don't know about.

❤️: But to get one that's been put up high, you've got to get the clerk to help you. So please feel free to do so.

💜: You're interested in that jacket. " In the deep red twilight, the shadow stretches endlessly." It's a very nostalgic piece, but I'm wondering where it's been lying?I'll wrap it up, you can take it home. No charge. If you like this record, I will be happy, as simply as that.But... maybe you shouldn't come here anymore...

🍀 Episode 4🍀

💜:..........!

❤️: Hey, hey, welcome~ It's been a while, hasn't it? It is a pleasure to see you again.

💜: ...can't help what it has come for...Take a look around as you please.

❤️: The owner is sitting on the chair again...Then let me be your guide.However, the line-up hasn't changed that much.Come on over here. Didn't expect you be back so soon. No, no, it is a happy miscalculation. Did you like our last record?Owner. Did you hear that? The record from last time, They've listen to it every morning.We're very proud of you.Well, if you liked that one, you might want to look in this corner. And also the stuff on the shelves over there.Please take your time to choose. We don't have any other customers, so feel free to call on me if you need anything.

💜: It's not something to worry about. It is not uncommon for people to eventually come back to the first thing they see. Whether it's a record...or...or anything else.

❤️: There are times when you are too worried and end up in trouble.I think life, including its struggles, is very meaningful.

💜: Ah, I've already decided. Are those two enough? Then, I'll wrap it up for you. ...... You shouldn't come back this time.

🍀 Episode 5🍀

❤️: welcome. ······Oops. What's wrong, customer, suddenly rushed in... ah....

💜: ..............Oh, it's you. So you're here again after all.

❤️: Did you think that the owner was sick laying face down on his desk?We are lucky to have such kind-hearted customer. Do not hesitate to visit the store.

💜: Don't worry about it. I'm just playing records. I was listening to the gramophone and before I knew it I was in this position....... Hmm, you say you're curious about this? Since you're bringing records home with you too, I assume you have one at home? Gramophone."It's beautiful and it feels like it sounds different......?" I don't think so. I don't know how to compare. Besides, I can't lend you this.

❤️: It's a bad gramophone that will captivate you at first sight, or rather at first listen. So, which record shall we play today? You've already made up your mind?

💜: I was going to tell you to go home fast.... I failed.

❤️: Hmmm. The owner is very careless about that sort of thing. When he's in front of people who like records, he gets very chatty. Dear customer, are you sure you want to listen to these five records today?

💜: I don't need money, it was already paid for.But... you shouldn't come to this store anymore. It's a little heavy, so be careful.

🍀 Episode 6🍀

❤️: Welcome. Ha-ha-ha. What's wrong? You look like you're in some kind of trouble. At first glance, I thought you might be lost.You're worried that the music isn't playing like it usually does? Today, the owner has taken the gramophone into the back room.It's very hot outside, isn't it? No, look, Compared to me, you're very lightly dressed, aren't you? If it's cold in the shop, let me know and I'll adjust the temperature for you.While you're playing detective, let me guess what you're thinking right now.Even though it is very hot outside, the shop "seems as if time has stood still".Is it right? I sometimes feel that way too when I'm surrounded by vintage vinyl records all the time. It's a good way to spend your time, though.

💜: .....you again. Right. Indeed, all the records in this shop can't be found anywhere else. They are all fascinating, they all grab the human heart and don't let go.....I liked it enough to talk about it...I enjoy listening to music, and I can't think of anything better than immerse myself in it. That's what I think about when I lose myself to the sound.

❤️: It's not all fun and games, is it? In the owner's case. There are a lot of times when he makes a troubled face or has his grumpy mouth tied tightly.

💜: Shut up. It doesn't matter what your expression is when you're listening to music. What matters is how you feel......... don't laugh you too! If you've decided what you want to take home, give it to me.

❤️: Yes, we have received a package of 10. Our usual package won't fit, so we'll prepare a larger one. Please wait a moment.

🍀 Episode 7🍀

💜: These records, Can you display them on the shelf? İt doesn't have to be right away, If you are busy.

❤️: Again, you know my workload. Hmm.......all the jackets look great! As usual, It looks beautiful.Then, this flower-filled jacket goes on the shelf. I think the surfing one better goes there. The cats are hooked by this. I wonder what the record for "That Girl" will look like. I bet it would have a great jacket. I can't wait to see the owner's masterpiece.

💜:......I wish that day never came.

❤️: ......Are you saying that out of concern for the girl, Mr. Owner?It's a very rare thing.

💜: Not really. I just don't want to get tired.

❤️: ......Let's leave it that way. But I still want to see it as soon as possible. Well, when will she come back?

💜: ............................................................

🍀 Episode 8🍀

❤️: Welcome! I thought it was about time.....But sorry, I'm a bit busy right now.....Please wait just a few moments.Okay, this is how it should be. Thank you for your patience. Ah, this is it. Of course, you would be curious, if it were put in front of you like this. This is a blank record, with no sound or picture on it yet. The jacket is also pure white and looks a little old-fashioned, which is retro and wonderful, isn't it?Isn't it deeply moving to imagine that the records on the store shelves were originally "just raw material" like this.....? Yes, each and every record in the store is specially made. Maybe that's why we were able to touch the heartstrings of the customers."So nice that I want to listen to it all the time" huh? I know! That moment when you drop the needle, that joy. I'm sure you've come to like this store...

💜: .........If you keep it like that. That girl's arm will go numb. You picked so many of them. It's heavy, but try not to drop it. They are all important records. If that's not enough, and you're still craving music,..... Come back here again.See you next time, I'm looking forward to it too.

🍀 Episode 9🍀

💜: Good evening. No, how about hello? In this store, it doesn't matter which one. Come here. It's dark, I'll take you by the hand. Sometimes even the lights want to sleep. So does the gramophone. As sometimes progress is better made in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep. Oh, you're curious about that one. It's my usual desk, but It's interesting when something you've never seen before is placed there. That's not a phonograph. It's a "recorder".It's a machine paired with a phonograph. This is what allows the sound to be trapped in the record. This is the shelf you particularly like. I remember the way you looked at the jackets one by one. If it happens in this store, there is nothing I don't know. Even what within a wavering heart.

❤️: Mr. Owner, we're ready for you. Here is a beautiful white record.

💜: I had warned her so much, but she loved me enough to come back again. She listened to the music earnestly and enjoyed it wholeheartedly. You'd love to see her on the shelves, wouldn't you?I wanted to hear the tone you play too. So please let me "record" it. Let me listen that sound as many times as I can.Welcome to our store. Thanks for meeting us. And.........goodbye.Now it's your turn to be loved.

🍀 Episode 10 🍀

❤️: That customer brought back so many records. Putting it back on the shelf can be a pain.

💜: OK, let's do it right away. You never know when the next customer will come.

❤️: Well, look at this twilight jacket. Isn't the one the customer chose the first time she came? I wonder whose record this is.

💜: I remember it well. I remember this scenery. I think I'll listen to it next to the record I'm playing now.

❤️: The new one that came in isn't too bad, though. İt seems to suit my taste.

💜: This might be one you'll want to listen to over and over again. A little geeky in tone, though, for someone who just love music.

❤️: That's what you like, isn't it?

💜: Here we go. I won't tell people who hide secrets from me. The fact that you called her over without permission, you think i don't know?

❤️: What an owner, seems to be not interested in anything, and he is pretty picky, so it's annoying.

💜: ......Oh, they're here already. Sorry, you'll have to deal with them for a while. Because I want to be surrounded by these tones a little longer.

#The Mystical Tours - Old Time Record Edition #Utapri #shining live #translation #ranmaru kurosaki #tokiya ichinose

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The Hand You Hold

Just finished editing this short for my collection. Kinda like it so thought, why not share early?

[I've changed the title of the collection too - it's now Becoming Something Else. Hopefully for the last time lol]

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How to describe Melda?

I think I have to start with her mum. Everyone called her Mata, and she was a bonafide hippy, a painter and genuinely strange person. She had a habit of staring at herself in the mirror for long stretches of time – even when they had visitors.

She said, when I first went to their place and saw her doing that, that she was an artist ‘searching for her deepest soul’. Melda had just rolled her eyes. Not surprisingly, Melda too was unconventional, and we had an unconventional friendship: we didn't make a lot of demands on each other. Even if I'd been keen to be in her pocket, I'd have had no chance.

She was always busy. She loved sports, watched pretty much all of them, and played many. She took salsa lessons once a week, went swimming every day at the local pool, and did Tai Kwon Do as well; somehow, she squeezed all this around studying full time. I have no idea how she did it.

She was a total extrovert. She could, and did, talk to anyone and everyone. She could never just stand in line for the bus, or walk through the checkouts at Woolies; she had to have a conversation with anyone who made eye contact, whether they wanted to talk to her or not. A remarkable number of people would start off surly but end up chatting happily to her anyway; and everyone remembered her, even the checkout chicks, who saw a thousand faces a day. Back then, I never stopped being amazed by the things she remembered about these virtual strangers. If they had kids, she knew how old it or they were, their names and birthdays; ditto for their dogs; if they'd crashed their car, moved house, got married, engaged, had a birthday, changed jobs. Anything and everything.

In stark contrast, I rarely left my room, except to attend lectures and tutorials, and to eat in the central café. I often wondered why Melda bothered with me, after we met in class during our first semester. She’d just chosen me, and I went along with it.

It was a hot, summer afternoon at my study desk when I remembered that I was supposed to be meeting her at the campus Tavern. I wished I hadn't agreed to go, but it was too late to back out by then, so I reluctantly left my air-conditioned room and hurried across the burning tarmac towards the shade of the trees in the main quadrangle.

Aside from hating the heat, I was also keeping a low profile because one of the girls who lived in the same block as me, Amy, was on my case about donating to the 'campus social fund.' She liked to say that the proceeds were used to pay guest lecturers to speak and such; but I knew it mostly financed student parties. I'd never been to one of those parties and had no intention of ever going, so I saw no reason why I should feel obligated to donate. Amy fervently disagreed with my stance. As I made it to the relative safety of the trees, I saw Melda through the window of the Tavern. She waved, but even at that distance I could see that she was unhappy about something. I went in and took a seat across from her. She had a drink ready for me, which she slid across the table. She was already halfway through her own. 'What is it?' 'John.' That was her long-term boyfriend. 'What's happened?' 'He's been weird the last few days – kinda distant. I asked him what’s wrong, and he said that he feels like an accessory in my life. I told him that’s not true, but he says he feels like he never sees me, and when he does, I’m always distracted.' I understood his position to some extent. Though her unavailability had never bothered me, if I'd been a different kind of person, I could see how that might bother someone. I didn't say that though. 'But you guys go on date nights all the time?' 'Not enough, apparently. We were meant to be going to the cricket on Saturday, just to watch his old team play, but now he says he's not going. I suppose I have to give it a miss, too.' 'Why?' 'He’s made me feel like shit about it.' She sighed. ‘It’s annoying. I wanted to catch up with the girls while I was there.’ I felt bad for her. It wasn’t her fault that she was who she was, and I thought that John was an asshole for making her feel that way. She didn’t choose to be outgoing, that was just how she was made.

I didn’t say that either, though; instead, I suggested, 'I could go with you, if you like?' She stared at me. 'Really? You'll hate it.' 'I'll take a book.' 'You never know - you might get into it,' she said optimistically. That idea was ridiculous, but I'd committed to going, so I tried muster some enthusiasm. 'I have no idea how cricket works.' Melda smiled. 'I'll explain everything. Another drink?' 'Sure,' I said, just glad that she’d cheered up.

***

When Saturday arrived, I prised my eyes open at eleven. I was looking forward to spending the day in bed, and maybe doing a little work on an essay in the afternoon if I could be bothered, but of course – I was going to the cricket. I groaned.

I really didn't want to, but I knew better than to say so to Melda when she arrived. Even if I hadn't thought it was shitty to be a flake, she'd never have let me get away with it, anyway.

Melda had a dodgy old car which ran on prayers and the smell of an oily rag. It made a weird and probably dangerous thumping sound when it reached speeds above eighty. The car was as much a part of our friendship as if it was sedentary.

That morning I wished it really was alive; then it could’ve escorted my overly upbeat friend to the cricket without me.

I was relieved when we reached the ground and I found an area of lawn beneath huge eucalypts where I could stretch out on the grass.

For the first couple of hours of the game, I paid very little attention to the cricket, but eventually, I put the book down and sat up, stretching my back.

I'd have laid back down again, but I was distracted by a situation near the clubhouse. A girl, who was perhaps eighteen but probably younger, very made-up and very confident, was flirting outrageously with a guy who at a glance I took to be at least a few years older than her. They were far enough away that I couldn’t hear what was being said, but he was looking away from her, scowling.

Behind her back, and facing me at an angle, there were three guys who were also watching what was going on. Two of them were laughing between themselves, while the third was slowly shaking his head, his face serious. He must’ve sensed me looking, because he turned and caught my eye. I flushed in embarrassment and snapped my attention back to the field, mortified. When I looked back again, the whole tableaux had shifted, and the serious guy was gone.

I sighed without realising I’d done it, and Melda, who’d been chatting with one of the women behind us, asked, ‘Are you bored?' 'No,’ I said reassuringly.

She gave me a suspicious look. 'I'm watching you.' I snorted. 'Well, that'll bore you.' I allowed my eyes to wander – I wasn’t looking for the guy, I swear, but I found him anyway. He was standing on the boundary line, so I had a chance to get a decent look at him then.

He was dressed in whites, with a bat in one hand and his helmet in the other – padded up, as Melda would say. He was tall, broad shouldered and slim, blonde with a bit of stubble on his face. Good-looking, in my opinion. A few minutes later, one of the batsmen already on the field was caught out, and he took to the field. I didn't do anything that I thought was obvious, besides actually watching the game for the five minutes he was playing, before he too got caught out. As he walked off the field and disappeared into the changerooms, I settled back and took up my book. I'd just opened it when Melda said knowingly, 'Ahh, I see.' I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

'What?' 'You were checking out Maddox.' 'Mad Ox? Interesting nickname.' 'That's his surname,' she said, spelling it out, before adding, 'He's the team hottie. I was tempted myself, before John; but he has a long-term girlfriend.' She gave me a mock-evil smile. 'I'll introduce you, if you want?' I scoffed. 'Don't you dare.' Melda chuckled before turning back to the woman she'd been speaking to, leaving me to my book.

***

One afternoon a few weeks later, I set out for the city centre. I was in particular need of new music which, in the days before the push of a button delivered every conceivable song to your mobile devices, entailed an expedition. I had wide ranging taste, and I could never get what I was looking for at the local shopping centre. There was one particular store in the CBD where everyone went. They had almost any album you could imagine. I was standing on the platform at the traino, oblivious to everything beyond the book I was reading, when someone put their hands on my shoulders from behind.

I spun around, prepared to use the self-defence moves I'd been taught in a one-day course back in high school, but thankfully it was just Melda. 'You're a prime target for a mugging.' 'I worry that you've thought about that,' I said lightly as I slipped my book into my bag. 'Well, if all goes to wrack and ruin, it's good to have a backup plan.' She grinned before adding, 'What are you doing anyway, other than reading Eliot?' 'Going into the city for new tunes.' 'Nice. I've got to buy a dress for a wedding I'm going to. I'll come with you, if you'll come and offer an opinion on the dress?' 'I don't know how useful I'll be, but sure. Why not?' She asked, 'What's on your wish list?' 'I've been searching for a CD copy of that Eartha Kitt record I have for ages without any luck; and I could always do with more Talking Heads… but maybe something completely different – techno, or hip hop. There’re a few options.' She smiled. 'It's good to keep it diverse.'

The store was in one of the pedestrian malls, and filled three storeys. We stepped off the escalator on the second floor, where I made a beeline towards easy listening and was soon up to my elbows in Frank Sinatra and Roy Orbison. I was reading the track listing of a CD when a voice caught my attention.

Glancing up then swiftly down again, I saw Maddox was in the alternative section, with a girl who I assumed was his girlfriend. She was pretty, with one of those faces that I’ve always thought of as kind – gentle lines, an easy smile. A minute later, Melda came over to me.

'Have you found it?' 'Nah – but look who's here.' I nodded in their direction. She grinned and ducked around the racks, heading for where they were standing. 'Hey Maddox!' He looked over, and for a moment I saw him hesitate, before saying coolly, 'Melda. How's things?' ‘Aw yeah, all good,’ before adding, ‘Hi, Susie.' She said, ‘Hey,’ quietly.

Meanwhile, I was sidling off towards the dance section, further away, hoping Melda would forget I was there, but no such luck.

'Hey Deanna - come here a minute.' I was tempted to pretend I couldn't hear her, but I resigned myself. She would just pursue me across the store if I did – it’d happened before. When I reached them, Melda said to Maddox, 'This is Deanna. She's my friend from uni.' Maddox smiled at me.

'Hey Deanna. We've met before, haven't we?' Up close, I saw that his eyes were very green. I had to remind myself to look respectfully. I shook my head, feeling shy. 'I was at the cricket a few weeks back, though.'

'That’s right. You witnessed Dan Michaels getting flirted at.' There was something about him that made me relax. I guess it was just that he was so casual, and it was contagious. I shook my head a little.

'He looked so awkward about it, I felt sorry for him. And those other two, just laughing about it.' I shook my head again. He replied seriously, ‘That girl’s only sixteen you know. Same age as my sister. I’ve tried to tell her it’s not a good look, but she keeps coming back regardless.’ He paused before saying, ‘This is Susie by the way - my girlfriend.’ He glanced at Melda as he said it.

‘Good to meet you,’ I said to Susie.

She smiled back. ‘You too.’

Maddox asked me, 'What did you think of the game, though?' 'I can’t lie - I’m not into sports. I had no clue what was going on.'

Melda had been remarkably quiet; I looked at her to back me up, and found she’d zoned out, staring into space. She snapped out of it when I looked at her though, and put on an easy smile.

‘She’s not lying. I explained the rules, but she didn’t take any of them in.’ That wasn’t entirely true, but I didn’t argue.

Maddox chuckled as he looked back at me.

'You seriously never played cricket? Not even in school?' 'Hell, no. I'd rather be reading.'

Susie smiled. ‘I’m just the same. Only fools run around for “fun” in the middle of summer.’

‘Exactly,’ I agreed with a chuckle.

Susie turned to Maddox. ‘We should really get going. Mum’ll be waiting.’

‘Yeah, you’re right.’ He said cheerfully to me, ‘Good meeting you, Deanna.’ Almost as an afterthought, he added, ‘Seeya, Melda.’ We said goodbye, and I turned back to the racks of CDs.

To my surprise, the copy of Eartha Kitt I’d been looking for was right there – in the wrong section and all. I picked it up, and held it up. 'My luck’s in!' That’s when I noticed she was looking at me with slightly narrowed eyes. 'What?' 'What the hell was that? Or should I say, who the hell was that?' Puzzled, I said, 'I don't know what you mean?' 'Yes, you do! I've known you for two years, and never - not once - have you spoken to a male, of any description.' ‘That’s not true,’ I said, offended. ‘I talk to people in my classes all the time.’

She rolled her eyes. ‘You know what I mean – one’s that you think are attractive.’

‘Even if that was true, which it’s not, it’s not like they start conversations with me, either.' Her tone irritated me, and I thought uncharitably that she only believed that because I couldn’t get a word in edge-ways when she was around.

I went to pay, setting the CD on the counter. Melda followed, saying, ‘'What happened at the cricket that you didn't tell me about?' The clerk serving me caught my eye as I gave her the cash, then looked at Melda and back again as she handed me the change with a sympathetic look.

I rolled my eyes, then thanked her as she handed me the bag. Once we were outside, I said, 'I was just watching some guy getting hit on by a young girl, and in the background two of his mates were ripping the piss. You know I'm a people watcher. Maddox saw me looking.' I felt resentful having to explain this. Everything felt out of kilter suddenly. ‘It was nothing,’ I said, drawing a line under it.

She accepted that, and we talked about other stuff, but I could tell that something about all that annoyed her.

***

March arrived, and the days slowly became less offensively toasty. Melda had got over whatever it was that’d made her so sulky with me, though it'd taken far longer than I’d expected. I had asked her what it was that’d been bothering her, but she'd just brushed me off, saying she was just feeling moody. That was plausible, because sometimes she’d been like that in the past, but… it didn’t feel the same.

The truth was, something had shifted between us, but neither of us wanted to admit it or try to figure out what it was, so we ignored it; but she was cooler towards me, and I wasn’t as trusting as I’d been. We saw each other less.

It was Thursday, and I'd just left a lecture. There'd been a rain shower while I’d been indoors, so I threw off my shoes and walked on the grass in the quadrangle, enjoying the rainy grass on my feet. Melda found me like that, enjoying the moment. 'What are you doing?' I looked up without hurry, smiling.

'What does it look like?' 'Well, I know what you're doing, but why are you doing it?' 'Your Mata told me it's called earthing. It’s good for the soul.' She just looked at me, one eyebrow raised. I smiled, just happy to be alive. There was no real reason - sometimes the universe is just like that; it grants me – and I’m sure, everyone else too – these moments of joy for no other reason than that I exist. I thought that the effort to explain that would probably destroy the feeling though, so I ignored her pointed look. She settled onto a bench nearby, pulled a sandwich out of her bag and began eating it, while I continued to walk and smile to myself.

When the sandwich was gone, and I'd had enough of getting my wet feet, she asked, 'Do you feel like going for a walk? I'm going to see John – my next class isn't for a couple of hours.' John worked at an office fifteen minutes' drive from the uni, and she knew I had no classes that afternoon. 'I’d never walk that far, even if I'd just won the lottery and I had to so I could claim the cash.' Melda chuckled.

'I was going to drive down to the park and walk from there. That way I'll get my workout in without going swimming this arvo. John says he wants to take me to the movies.' 'OK, I'll come. No canoodling in front of me, though.' She shook her head with a faint smile. 'I promise.'

We met John outside his office, and while they talked, I went across the street to a café – well, I say they talked, but from what I could see through the window, John ate, while Melda did all the talking. As I drank a coffee, I was thinking disconsolately about the essay I had waiting for me back in my room. It was grim: thirty thousand words on Joyce’s Ulysses - gods.

Eventually I zoned out, looking unseeingly at two men on scaffolding above. They were cleaning the windows of the multi-storey building which stood at right angles to the cafe. I couldn’t see their faces through the distortions of the glass, but one of them was older and bald, the other was younger and blonde; both of them seemed to be completely unconcerned about the height at which they were working.

I couldn't even imagine climbing that high, never mind moving around while I was up there like it was nothing at all. The first gust of wind and I'd be clinging to the railing for dear life - crying, probably. Melda and John had stood up, presumably saying goodbye, so I went to wait for Melda on the sidewalk. 'Deanna?' The voice came from above, and looking up, I saw that the blonde window washer was Maddox. 'Are you stalking me?' The words were out before I thought them through, and I flushed. He just laughed though, and shimmied down the ladder.

I shook my head, and he raised an eyebrow at me. 'I don't like heights,' I explained while I pretended I wasn’t flushing. 'You get used to it,' he said. 'What are you doing here?' I pointed across the road, where John had already moved halfway into the building, while Melda went on talking. John’s arms were crossed firmly. He wasn’t smiling. 'Waiting on the lovebirds,' I said dryly. He looked, pondered them a moment, then said, ‘I think she said you go to the same uni?' 'That's right.' 'One of my mates goes there,' he said. 'He’s studying engineering.' 'Oh, he's one of those.’ He laughed. 'He really is. What are you doing?' 'Arts, English major.' I know I didn’t sound very enthusiastic - the spectre of that Joyce essay was looming over me. He didn’t notice though. Melda was preparing to cross the road and he began moving away.

'I better go. We do this building every Thursday, and the owners are tyrants about quick completion.' He smiled, gesturing up to where the older man was leaning against the railing looking down at them impatiently. 'He'll be on my case as it is. It was good seeing you.' I smiled back. ‘Good to...’

Melda had reached us, and talked over me. 'I didn't expect to see you here, Maddox.' He'd already begun climbing the ladder, and said over his shoulder without turning back, 'Gotta go where the work takes me.'

Melda and I went back in the direction of the park, and we hadn't got very far before she said with a certain brittleness in her voice, 'Must be your lucky day, bumping into Prince Charming again.' I searched her face, wondering where the attitude was coming from. I put it down to the conversation she'd just had with her boyfriend. 'What's going on? John looked a bit sulky.' She said dismissively, 'John's fine. He's just having a moment.' ‘A moment?’

‘Reckons he heard some bullshit rumour about me. I put his mind at ease.’

‘What rumour?’

‘Oh,’ she waved a hand dismissively. ‘The usual thing where I talk to a guy, and onlookers just assume I’m hitting on them so they go tell John I’m cheating, or trying to. You know how it goes.’

It hadn’t happened since we’d been friends, but perhaps it had before we met.

‘Who are you supposed to be cheating with?’

She waved the hand again. ‘Oh, just some guy. You don’t know him.’

She began talking about something else then, and I let it go. She’d tell me if she wanted to. I wasn’t one to push for confidences.

***

I went back to the café the next Thursday, telling myself it had nothing to do with Maddox, but of course it did.

As I walked towards the café from the bus-stop, I anxiously asked myself what I was doing, and the honest answer was that I didn’t know.

Yes, he was attractive, but from what I’d seen of him, he also seemed like a nice person – and at least half my interest was simple curiosity about who he was.

Perhaps I was wrong to act as I did, but at the time, it seemed right.

When Maddox and the older guy had finished work, and the scaf was back on the truck, he came in to buy himself a coffee. He said hi then loitered casually near my table while he waited for his order to be prepared.

He thankfully acted as though he didn't realise I'd come to see him, though of course, he must've known; and afterwards, I realised that he'd probably deliberately mentioned that he’d be there so I’d come back. 'This your new local?' I shrugged, and was about to reply when I saw the old guy drive away in the scaf truck. 'I hope you weren't expecting a ride?' He glanced where I pointed and smiled absently. 'Nah, one of the boys in picking me up to take me to training.’ He hesitated before saying, ‘We had a corker of a wind-up on Saturday. I expected to see you there.' He avoided looking at me as he said it. I could feel my neck and ears turning red, but I said as coolly as I could muster, 'I don't go to those kinds of things – not my cup of tea. I'm sure Melda was in fine form, though.'

'Yeah, you could say that.' He paused, hesitating. ‘She had quite a lot to say about you.' That surprised me. 'She did?' He nodded. The barista called his name then, and he went to collect his coffee before coming back. He pulled out the chair opposite mine, and perched on the edge, like he was ready to spring away at any moment. It must be quite a thing to be that athletic, I thought abstractly. 'What did she say?' I asked, trying to keep my voice casual, but I think I probably sounded anxious. I certainly felt anxious. 'I know she’s your friend, but I don't like back-stabbing, and the things she said about you...’ He grunted in annoyance, pressing the coffee type tabs in on his cup, one after the other. 'She’s a piece of work.’ I'd been watching him warily. I wondered whether I really wanted to hear whatever he was going to say. I had no way of knowing whether it would be true or not; but I decided that I should hear him out. 'What did she say?' I repeated, sounding more apprehensive than before. He took a deep breath.

'She said you're super weird – needy and a bit desperate. She warned me away from you, said I could do better.' He shook his head, muttering, ‘As if she knows anything about me.’ I felt the words like a punch to the chest. She'd called me weird to my face before, but always in a playful way, so I’d thought she was only joking. The desperate and needy really hurt though, because it simply wasn’t true; but it wasn’t a struggle to imagine her saying it – and who knew how much more there’d been, knowing what she was like when she’d been drinking. Into the weighted silence, I said, 'You said she was warning you away from me? Why?' He was still looking down at his cup. 'I asked.'

‘You… oh.’ My face was burning. 'But you have a girlfriend…?’

He interrupted, catching my eye a moment as he said, ‘Had.’ He looked at the cup again.

I couldn’t stop myself asking, ‘What happened?'

He shook his head slowly.

'Has Melda ever told you about me and her?' 'No, not really.' She'd only mentioned that she'd found him hot before she got with John, but I wasn't going to say that to his face. 'Why am I not surprised?' He took a drink before continuing. ‘Ever since she’s been around, she’s tried it on with me. At first, she was dating a friend of mine, Pete - that’s how she got involved with the club in the first place. She used to hit on me openly, in front of him, then when he’d get pissed off, she’d say she was only joking.’ He shook his head, looking out the window. ‘I’ve knocked her back at least a dozen times, I reckon. She really only backed off when Susie came into the picture.’ He looked at me then. ‘Last month, after I saw you guys in the city, that Saturday, she came to the club and had another crack.’ I frowned. 'Another crack?’ 'Got drunk and was all over me, even though Susie was there, and she lost it. Melda and her had a bit of a scuffle.' He sighed, and added, ‘Things between Susie and I were going badly anyway. This was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.’ Leaning back in my chair, I let out a long breath.

I wanted to believe he was lying, but I didn’t. It fit too well with what I did know. She usually told me when she’d been to the club - the fact that she hadn’t mentioned it at all was telling. Then there’d been that ‘rumour’ that’d upset John, which she’d brushed off; and other smaller hints, too… Her moodiness and coolness towards me in the previous months felt like the final seal on what was probably the truth. He was watching my face closely, and when I met his eye, he looked like he was about to say something; but the door opened then, and glancing up, he recognised the guy that'd come in. He stood, and pushed his chair in.

'Here's Pauly. I better go.' He hesitated a moment longer. 'Sorry to tell you all this.'

'It’s better that I know,' I said reassuringly, even though I felt sick. 'Even if it sucks.' He rested a warm hand on my shoulder, pausing a moment before asking tentatively, 'I'll see you around?'

Even with such a lot of difficult thoughts whirring in my brain, I had butterflies at the question, the slightly anxious smile. I smiled back.

‘Same time, same place?’

‘Alright.’

After he was gone, I sat for a long time staring at my fingers curled around the cup in front of me, trying to process everything. I felt devastatingly hurt. I’d been more open with Melda than I was with most people. She understood me, or I’d believed she did – but I’d clearly been wrong. That she’d tried to sabotage the potential relationship out of sheer jealousy was breathtaking in its cruelty. If she’d talked to me about her feelings towards Maddox, I’d have respected them; but the way she’d acted, the things she’d said… I simply couldn’t forgive it.

Still, a part of me insisted I seek out confirmation that what he’d said was true, beyond his words and my own thoughts. So I waited, and left the café in time to intercept John as he left his work.

***

I was in my room working on the final draft of that wretched Joyce essay a couple of days later when there was a knock on my door. I recognised Melda’s knock. She'd tried to call twice, but I hadn’t answered. What was there to say? She said jokingly, 'I know you're in there. I can hear your music.' I didn't answer. 'I'm starting to think you're avoiding me. I know I've been a moody bitch lately, but you know how I am.' 'Do I really, Melda?' 'Are you having an existential crisis in there? Do we need to get you to the Tavern and out of your own head?' 'Nope. I’m perfectly fine,' I replied. It was only a half-lie. 'Are you going to open the door, or are you going to make me stand out here all afternoon?' 'If you want to stand out there all day, that's your business.' She finally twigged that I was serious. I could hear the frown in her voice. 'What's going on?' 'You tell me. Have you got something to say to me?' 'No.’ 'Yeah – it is easier to say things behind my back instead, isn’t it? Then you can just go on pretending we're friends to my face.' There was a pause before she asked, 'Who have you been talking to?’

I closed my eyes for a moment. It was an admission.

She continued, ‘I suppose it’s Maddox. So much for sisters before misters.’

‘How dare you say that to me when your knives are still in my back?’

I could hear the eyeroll in her voice.

‘Stop being so melodramatic. I never said anything about you.’

‘So when he asked you about me, you just said nothing? Righto. That sounds just like you.’

‘You know I meant I haven’t said anything negative. I only told him good things – he just hates me, so he’s twisted it around, hoping you’ll hate me, too.’

‘Interesting way to get with someone you like – break up one of her friendships first. Quite the opening salvo.’

That prodded at her jealousy, as I’d suspected it would. The brittleness was back in her voice.

‘Says a lot for the person he is, doesn’t it? That he’d just lie to get what he wants.’

I sighed. ‘It would – if he’d lied; but John confirmed what he told me. I suppose he hates you too, does he?’

There was a lengthy silence. She must’ve known the jig was up. When she spoke again, her voice was flat.

‘So – what. We aren’t friends anymore?’

‘No,’ I confirmed.

She said with derision, ‘I don’t need you anyway.’

At some point, when I made no reply, she walked away; though I didn’t hear her go.

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#jpdoingwords #BecomingSomethingElse #short story #original fiction #contemporary fiction #failing friendships #the title is from an Everclear quote #you were blind to the fact that the hand you hold #is the hand that holds you down #wip wednesday

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ogamagirl · 7 months

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Tagged by my bestie @phoelipop yaaaaaay ty Phoe uvu

favourite colour: red forever and ever baybee 🔴🟥🍎

currently reading: n-nothing orz;;;; I read a lot of longform articles at work but I haven't read a novel since the summer, I need to get back into reading...I keep saying that...wah.........

last series: Yes Precure 5/GoGo! I wanted to finish before Otona Precure started but I didn't manage to until a couple days after the first ep aired, which isn't too bad, all I wanted was to be caught up so I could watch Otona! it's a good two seasons of Precure, felt very cozy uvu

sweet savory or spicy: Because of Life Circumstances I can't have sweet stuff too often anymore, but I think I like both sweet and savory in equal measure? depends on my mood. sweet and savory/salty together is also an unbeatable combo ✨

currently working on: nothing, surprisingly |D I've been EXTREMELY productive this year when it comes to art and slowly over the past couple months I've felt myself slowing down; since I've been busy with company for the past two weekends I've had less time to draw this month in general so I've got nothing in the oven rn...trying to be kind to myself about that; kind of feel like I do need a break but also feel guilty that I'm not drawing orz;;; I'll just take it one day at a time and try to both not force myself to draw/not stop myself from drawing if I feel like it!

very eepy/a little anxious tonight so no tags but if you read this and wanna fill it out consider yourself tagged 💖

#asks #it me

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ilyuu · 10 months

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psspssspsspspspspspspspsps more stuff!!! for you!!! my lovely lovely future spouse <3 i've been kind of busy over the last week, so consider this an apology? also, brief warning for negative thoughts!! you don't really need to read or answer this if you don't feel well and up to it right now!

today, the universe is painted in shades of mundane blue and grey.

everything has felt off, and your mind has been bombarding you with nothing but hurtful thoughts. they stab your heart over and over, acting as daggers formed of mental energy.

why do people like me?

i don't like myself.

am i good enough?

i don't think so.

why am i being so weak?

because i can't do anything right these days.

it's a cycle. the same words echo through your head again and again and again, allowing you little to no respite amongst a chaotic pandemonium of negativity, and to your dismay, they're only amplified as time goes on.

you feel tears beginning to pool in your eyes, coating irises that once shone as bright as the most brilliant of stars in a layer of crystalized pain.

the beauty of life has vanished, and all that's left is hurt.

the voice inside your head is relentless. it won't stop anytime soon, and you know it, so in order to cope, you try and shut out the world around you. you just want everything to vanish for just a moment. you long for a singular flash of transient serenity amidst what feels like everlasting suffering.

and perhaps a shooting star was passing by as you made that wish because mere seconds go by before a familiar cadence pulls you from the tides of agony.

"yui?" scaramouche's tone is laced with an unfamiliar softness.

both of you know that you're vulnerable at the moment, and you hate that he had to walk in at a time like this. right now, you want nothing more than to hide away from the prying eyes of the world so that no one has to bear witness to your sorrow, so instead of allowing more tears to run down your cheeks, you smile.

"what is it?" you ask. no matter how much you will your voice to remain unwavering, it still shakes, shuddering like a fiery leaf adrift upon autumn wind. each break and crack shines light upon the imperfections in your façade.

scaramouche isn't stupid. you're sure he can see right through you. after all, you've been together for a while now, and although he usually isn't one to care for others, he's surprisingly good at memorizing every single one of your habits.

"you don't have to act all happy. we both know that something's wrong. i'm not a fool," scaramouche snaps. his gaze never leaves your form.

you tense and take a deep breath. the last thing you want is to burden your lover. he's already preoccupied with his own issues, and you don't want to be a bother.

"no, i'm fine," you say.

scaramouche glares at you.

"oh really? i don't believe you," he refutes. "i'm not blind, and the expression on your face isn't all that convincing."

you flinch. why did you even try to deceive him in the first place?

"i'm sorry. i — " you start, feeling tears well up once more. you're never given the opportunity to finish your sentence.

you feel a pair of arms wrap around you as you begin to cry again, enveloping you in an embrace that feels more comforting than the caress of a summer breeze on an overwhelmingly stifling day. his hold is like condensed sunshine — gradually causing the shivers that wrack your body to subside.

you bury your head in his shoulder, trying your best to hide from everything around you. scaramouche doesn't attempt to stop you. in fact, you just pulls you in closer and traces subtle patterns on your back. you focus on the sensation of your lover's touch.

it's gentle. he's gentle — uncharacteristically so.

scaramouche allows you to cry for as long as you need to. your tears stain his clothing, slowly drowning the fabric in a sea of your misery, but he doesn't protest.

throughout it all, you wonder why he cares enough about you to treat you with such kindness. your lover isn't the most pleasant person, but he always makes an effort for you.

"scara," you manage to whisper through shaky breaths, "why do you bother?"

there's a silence. your lover ponders your questions for a few seconds before asking, "what do you mean?"

strangely enough, he sounds almost nervous now. it seems like he's not enjoying this any more than you.

"i mean, you're always so... so kind and patient with me, and i don't understand. what makes me special? why do you care?"

this time, it's scaramouche's turn to freeze. you hear a sharp inhale before your lover's voice fills your senses once more.

"you want to know... why you mean so much to me?" he mutters.

you nod. scaramouche draws a few more odd shapes on your back before speaking.

"idiot, i thought it was obvious," he sighs.

another pause ensues before scaramouche gives you a proper answer.

"i'm not the best at expressing affection, but i want you to know that you're my everything," he whispers the words as though they're a secret between the two of you — a hushed conversation that not even the skies above are permitted to witness. "besides, i'm simply returning the favour. even i can admit that i'm not the most outwardly loving partner, but you've stuck with me through thick and thin. i would be a pathetic excuse of a lover if i couldn't do the same for you."

scaramouche's words instill a sense of calm within you. your heart feels more at ease now, and you feel the tension within you alleviate, the threads of a complicated web of emotions beginning to unravel.

"i love you. you make me want to love again. i wonder if you can even begin to fathom how much that means to me, my dearest yui."

his breath is a fading zephyr, just barely brushing against your ear. but nonetheless, it helps you calm down.

because even amidst tumultuous moments full of agonizing uncertainty, you feel comforted knowing that the one that you love is holding you close as though both of your lives depend on it.

ughfahdifuh i'm sorry if this wasn't amazing or parts of it don't make sense! for one, i probably shouldn't be awake right now, and i've been kind of tired these past few days. i got bored though, so i wrote something for you!!! if you did read this, then i hope it managed to make you feel a bit better <3 i can't pretend i know exactly what you're going through, but no matter what it is, i'll always be here for you!! ily very much yui <3 /p

this.

rei. YOU COULD BE WRITING ALL OF THIS FOR A DRABBLE INSTEAD OF SENDING IT OVER FOR ME YOU’RE SO SWEET PLEASEKANSISJSJDJ I HAVEN’T TOLD YOU THAT ENOUGH. but i’ll say it again, you’re literally so sweet like THANK YOU

i’m feeling a lot better now!! all it took was an eight hour nap skjsjdjd feel like i can deal with anything!! that and i’m on my break from my shifts so i technically can deal with anything if you think about it teehee

anyways

THIS WAS SO NICE TO WAKE UP TO EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS AND SCARA IS SO SOFT AND COMFORTING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 💞💞 your writing is just so ✨👌 the amount of imagery and detail that goes into it is something i will always admire

ilyt rei and thank you so so much for this <3

#— 📬.#🖇️. — rei!#💞!#📁.

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secondguessing-reality · 8 months

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Manifested Wrong

Written privately some time in December 2022:

What really happened, as of summer 2023:

You’re here. You’re finally here on my side of the country, in my city where you always said you’d be. I’m here with you, not living together yet but I made it, and you did too. We’re dating, we’re together. We speak daily, see each other a few days a week unless we’re busy - which happens to be often but at least we get a few days.

This is cute. You moved in immediately, and not only do we spend time together every single day, we sleep together a few nights a week. We speak all the damn time! <3

Sometimes you come over just to watch me with housework while I sip wine and have music playing in the background. These nights we spend together end in us tangled up together. Sharing details about our day as you help me put away dishes and place a kiss on my neck.

Oh, my beloved. Things turned out so much better than I imagined. I come home from work and everything I have piled on my to-do list is done already, thanks to you. When we spend the evenings together there's nothing to be done EXCEPT become wrapped up in each other. When we're home, we get so absorbed in our love that we don't even have time to get through videos and craft projects like we said we would. We're just too into each other that anything else seems almost like a distraction from our endless conversations.

On the weekends we hang out with our friends, with my sister and her family, my fiancé, or just with each other. We go places, do activities, find new places to try, all the fun things we said we’d do together. We have dinner at the fancy restaurants I like, and we find new cafes constantly. I take you to Rise or Asa's and you brag that nothing is better than NY bagels. It makes both of us laugh.

We definitely spend more time with each other than with anyone else. I'm happy to report that everything else is true, except I haven't taken you to a bagel shop here, yet. Soon!

I show you all my favorite spots in the suburbs that I call my home, a place that always felt solid and familiar. Sometimes we go out to Milwaukee to visit my family, spend time with my aunts, uncles, and cousins. I’m not afraid of introducing you, especially to my mother's side. Seeing us in the dynamic doesn’t worry me as I thought it once would.

I've shown you many places that hold meaning to me. I feel lucky I've gotten to see similar places to you. The family that has met you has loved you.

Sometimes we go out East to visit your family, your friends. Sometimes it’s for cons, sometimes it's just back to the Island for little weekends, occasionally it's for the City. We watch sunsets, we walk by the beach, I make an excuse to touch seawater every single time I get near it, you tell me about historically significant buildings and landmarks we pass, we share street food, I point out wildlife. You take my hand as we walk through the villages telling me this is the best love you’ve ever had.

We've been back twice so far. This prediction was surprisingly accurate! Look at it! Everything came true. Well, take me back to the city for another day of adventures.

We share our traditions, or culture, stories from our upbringing and what its like to be raised by parents raised by immigrants. Things I thought most people wouldn’t understand but you do. The good, the bad, the ugly, the dirty, and the beautiful parts.

In the nights we stay up talking, joking, having sex, watching Netflix, laying next to each other in blissful comfort. We trust each other. I never thought it was possible to trust someone this much, I thought it was a myth, that it was something I only read or see on TV but you make it real. The closeness, the vulnerability. I overcame aversions because I want to be with you more than I’m afraid of being vulnerable. We learned from each other. The lessons we knew we needed to learn. You helped me to rely on others, to be open with others, to ask for help and let people help me. With my fierce love and adoration, I hope I'm helping you learn how to see the greatness within yourself. We’ve grown with each other, becoming better, stronger for each other all with the intention to continue to grow with and for each other.

Wow, okay. All true. Plus a plethora of pets. We've been through so much else the last few months, but when you look at it from December's perspective, I had no idea the depth of our bond could take us this far, and almost too easily.

I open up to you in ways I haven’t opened up to people before. And the best part, you don’t look at me like I’m crazy, or that I’m from another planet. Even if you thought as such you never make me feel alien for it. I don’t need validation, and you know that, but you let me find comfort in you without the fear of feeling like I made a mistake.

I let you be the weak one when you need to be. You want to be strong for me because I AM strong for you and for myself, but you know when to put away the façade and take a break. We lay down on the couch, your head on my chest as I play with your hair. Your long, silver, cloud-soft hair that I love so much. You talk as if no one is listening, opening up about things you keep buried deep. I respect your boundaries and you respect mine but we ask each other questions and tell each other our concerns without having any worry.

And when we look at each other and into each others eyes, we know it, better than we’ve ever known. We’re in love, and we always will be.

This is what I imagined for us. Prayed for. Beseeched the old Gods to grant for us. And it's true, except...

It's so, so much better than I dreamed.

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stay278 · 1 year

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Not ever. (HJG)

Warnings: ANGST, sad ending, Han Jisung x Fem!Reader, best-friends-who-secretly-fell-in-love trope, Han Jisung astronaut au

A/n: Sorry that this took so long to post. I've been stressing about school. You definitely deserve a better explanation than that, but, that's all I have. I hope you enjoy this, and look out for my Marvel reference! Also, please do not repost my work as your own!

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Y/n's POV

It was wrong.

It was all so wrong, and you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.

You we're about to lose your best friend (and mega crush,) for two years straight, and you couldn't even bring yourself to speak.

But for him, his happiness and dreams,

it was the right thing to do.

At least, that's what you told yourself.

You see, you and Jisung had grown up together. Physically and mentally. You were with each other to, the end of the line, as some might say. You were with each other through the thick and thin. The heartbreaks, small crushes, first kisses, exams, summer vacations, goofing off at a relative's wedding, (although you both agreed to never speak of that again.)

And now, navigating through your twenties, with a massive crush on your best friend.

Classic K-Drama story, right?

Why were you losing him for two years?

Oh, simply because of his dream of becoming an astronaut.

Yeah. You were a writer, and he wanted to be an astronaut.

Such opposites, right?

One wanting to be out there, discovering, and one wanting to be curled up on a couch, pouring hard work into a quiet life.

Jisung was selected by a special program that was run by the top recruiter and business in space exploration. Needless to say, Jisung would be set for life if he took this mission.

And after making sure that you were okay with it, he accepted the offer.

But you were acting, of course. Anything so that he could be happy.

Both of you, though in different senses, were ambitious.

Just not in the face of love.

The truth is, both of you had fallen for each other ages ago. But each of you were to scared to admit it. Both of your willpowers were surprisingly strong when it came to this topic. Neither of you wanted to scare off the other, and both of you were too scared to take the next step.

The two of you were so in love with each other that even Chan, one of the other people selected to join the mission-research team and one of Jisung's closest mission-team members, could see it, clear as day.

The two of you were fools, he thought, seeing you give each other you last hugs and farewells for the next two years. You were both so clearly in love, that he was almost in agony, trying to push Jisung to confess. But he also wanted Jisung to confess of his own accord. So he wasn't necessarily forcing him.

Necessarily.

"Promise me that you'll still be my idiotic Jisung when you come back? Two years in space better not take you away from me," you warned playfully.

"Y/nnie, I'll be fine! I'll miss you a lot though. Man, someone should have brought the internet to space. I don't want to go two years without hearing from you!" Jisung whined, as you gave him another quick hug.

"Sungie, I'll be fine. I'll miss you too. Now go before they leave you behind!" You giggled, slightly at his antics, and slightly at how quickly the two of you had switched roles. You shoved him gently in the direction of the rest of the team.

"Hey," he said, dropping his playful grin for a serious expression. "I'm serious. I will miss you."

"You act like I'm not going to miss you. Now go!" You said, shoving him a little harder this time.

"Fine, fine. Love you!"

"Love you."

You wished that Jisung had meant that affirmation of affection in a romantic sense, as he walked away to join his team, waving back at you one last time.

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I walked away from my crush/best friend with a heavy heart. I loved her so damn much, and she probably didn't even feel the same way. I did want to go on this mission. I was sure about at least that. But I didn't want the two years away from her.

Y/nnie would want me to go.

So I'll go.

For her.

"You know, you two are really obvious." Chan said, as I caught up with him.

"Chan hyung, we've talked about this. She probably doesn't like me back."

"And that's where you're wrong," Chan exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air and carelessly waving them around, nearly hitting a passerby in the face.

He mumbled a quick apology before continuing.

"That's love if I've ever seen it."

"What is?" I asked, incredulously, and exasperatedly.

"ALL of that! They way she looks and acts around you! Go for it Jisung!"

"Fine, fine, but there's no time now hyung! We have to prep and get on board."

"You're not seriously going to make me wait two years for you to confess right?"

"..."

"Oh my god. You are."

"Well...-"

"-Well, you better confess when we get back." Chan said, teasing me.

"Okay, hyung! Can we just not?!" I said, having had enough with his teasing.

"Fine. Catch up with you later."

As we parted ways, it clicked. Chan was right, as annoying as that is to say, he was. Y/nnie looks at me the same way I look at her. Every memory we've had always leads me back to notice that she likes me too. Chan's only known her for 6 months and even he could tell that she liked me.

Man, I really was stupid.

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I watched the countdown for takeoff, each second made my heart feel heavier and heavier, its ache making it feel like I had an anchor in my chest.

You had endured so much in life already, and you gave up another one of of your loved ones for their happiness.

What were you thinking?! You wanted Jisung to go!

...right?

Two years. Would you ever survive without him?

Maybe not, but it's not like he's leaving you forever.

Tears began to well in your eyes, and cloud your vision. You blinked them away, but they came faster, and faster, until they started to fall.

It hit you. Like a punch to the gut. He was leaving. He would be gone. Would he be the same when he came back?

Yeah. He promised right?

You replayed all of your best memories with him in your head. Laughing at shows and movies with him on Friday nights, going to cafés and goofing off until you got kicked out, laughing at him when he got rejected by a girl after drunkenly attempting to woo her. All of them, were all you had until he came back.

You stared at the thrusters of the rocket, glued to your spot as they lifted the mechanism into the air, ever so slightly, as if to goad you into yelling and screaming for anyone, anyone, to stop the aircraft and bring you best friend back.

Two years, twenty-four months, it wouldn't be so bad right?

You couldn't watch anymore. You turned away as everyone around you erupted into cheers, as the rocket lifted off of the ground and gravitated to the sky.

Two minutes later though, was when it happened.

"Hey, what the heck is that?"

"What do you mean?"

"That! That thing right up there!"

Another voice arose from somewhere else.

"OH MY GOD! It's the rocket! It's falling!"

"What?!"

"WHAT?!"

...What?

You turned back to the screen, and what you saw crushed you.

The rocket was engulfed in flames, free-falling into the bay, just outside the launchpad. The pristine white aircraft was now covered in orange and red flames.

No.

No. No. NO!

JISUNG!

Your heart shattered into a million pieces. Your vision blurred, and then you realized that you were dissociating again.

When you came to, the room that was formerly filled with proud, and happy cheering, was now filled with anguished and desperates cries and pleas, as you all helplessly watched the flaming aircraft delve into the water.

The aircraft, that had become your beloved's tomb.

You let out the most heart-wrenching cry ever heard. You desperately clutched at your shirt and fell to your knees, replaying all of your happy memories with Jisung.

And then you froze.

You were replaying these memories as a filler. In hopes that your beloved Jisung would come back to you.

But he wasn't going to.

He wasn't coming back to you. No matter how badly you wanted, no, needed him to.

Jisung wasn't going to return to you.

Not now.

Not ever.

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A/n: Hi again! I apologize if this was bad. Feel free to tell me how I can improve, and shoot me requests! I won't take smut since I'm really bad at writing pieces of that topic.

#love #angst #stray kids han #stray kids imagines #chan #skz angst #skz fanfic #skz jisung #skz x reader #stray kids #straykids han #skz han #jisung imagines #han jisung astronaut au #astronaut #stray kids han jisung

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piripaprika · 1 year

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nsfw questions meme

seems appropriate given my genre of writing, i'll answer some

1. How many people have you had sex with?

Including giving/receiving oral, 8. If phone sex counts, 9.

2. Can you remember the names of everyone you’ve slept with?

Yes.

3. With whom did you first do the sexytimes? Was it good?

I loathe your use of the word 'sexytimes' with every fiber of my being, but I suppose that if you mean the first time I had sex, I was like 14. It wasn't great. His cum tasted awful and I spit it out on the grass. Oral sex counts as what you've terribly referred to as 'sexytimes'.

4. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?

A couple of months ago I was with this incredible person that somehow knew exactly what made me tick. They actually went through and read my fanfics bc I told them about them before we fucked. They said they would take them as inspiration for how to do me and I was floored. Anyways, they seemed to get a real kick out of giving oral; every time they finished eating my cunt out they'd come up and kiss me. As time went on I could actually taste myself in their mouth and it was insane. That was definitely my best sex to date. I hope they're doing okay ;(

5. What’s the worst sex you’ve ever had?

It was actually a nice experience back during my junior year of highschool, but then my mom came home COMPLETELY unprecedented. One thing led to another, I got into a fight with her, and she called the cops on me. Needless to say that the guy I was dating at the time and I didn't have sex again.

6. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?

I gave another guy I was dating a blowjob at the edge of a riverbank in the grass.

7. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?

Surprisingly enough, I haven't msturbated in any weird places. I was so horny a couple of weeks ago, literally like a bitch in heat, that I was a couple of bad decisions away from flicking the bean in a bathroom but I didn't go through with it.

8. Have you ever been caught doing the sexytimes?

Yes, on more than one occasion. I also came close to being caught a shit ton of times. Needless to say--- I don't have a thing for voyeurs.

9. If you masturbate, when did you start, and how?

I was, like, eleven? I didn't really know what I was doing and I was mortified about peeing myself for years because I didn't know that is how some women squirt. I tried using inanimate objects and never got a kick out of it.

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

I came close to being caught a couple of times, but I've never been caught ass naked or in the act.

11. How would you describe your sexuality using only adjectives (describing words–busy, fluffy, squishy, etc.)?

very picky. I don't fuck ugly bitches.

12. Have you ever been in a queer relationship?

More than one, yes.

13. Have you ever been in a straight relationship?

Yes.

14. How and when did you realise you weren’t straight?

I sort of always knew, but two moments that stick out to me like a sore thumb in my mind were when I watched Nicki Minaj's 'Anaconda' music video on release date like 10 times in a row and when I just played Shakira's 'Can't Remember to Forget You' music video endlessly. No straight girl does that shit. I came to terms with it properly during summer of 2018 though.

15. Are you out to everyone you know?

No? I don't think people need to know my sexuality. It doesn't matter.

16. Where do you meet queer folks to date? Do you find it difficult?

Fuck if I know. I haven't gone out of my way to look for other 'queer folks' to date. It's just sort of happened. I'm not interested in actively seeking out a partner rn anyways bc I'm on my simp shit for someone that caught my eye months ago.

17. If your parents know about your sexuality, how did they react?

Oh, it was horrible at first. Now my mom doesn't really acknowledge it and my dad has his weird ways of being supportive. I haven't been kicked out of the house or anything though.

18. Does your best friend know about your sexuality? How did they react?

Uh, of course they do. There were no surprises there.

19. Describe your first queer kiss.

Rain was pattering outside of my bedroom and I was laying in his arms, shivering because of how nervous I felt. It took me a really long time to muster up the courage to kiss him. At some point he sat up and I crawled into his lap, half-straddling him, and I kissed around his neck, then his ear, then finally his lips. I remember being so happy that day that I could throw up.

20. What’s the queerest shit you’ve ever done?

I don't know what the fuck that means.

21. Are you happy with your body?

Incredibly so.

22. What’s the raddest part of your bod, and why?

Honestly, there are a lot of things I like about the way I look. I honestly won the genetic lottery. I have zero complaints.

23. What do you do with your body hair (pubes, underarms, legs, etc.)?

Trim down my pubes, shave everywhere else. I think outgrown hair is disgusting on me and if people have body odor because of their unkept hair then I won't go withthin ten feet of them.

24. Do you have stretch marks? Where?

I have stretch marks on my hips, insides of my thighs, and my ass.

25. Describe your nipples in too much detail.

My chest is covered in beauty marks, and I have a couple surrounding the areolas. The areolas themselves are just red and brown. I really don't know what you want me to tell you.

26. (Vagina-owners) Do you have an “innie” (small, tucked-in inner labia), or an “outie” (more visible/larger inner labia)?

'outie', the fuck?

27. (Vagina-owners) Is it very obvious when you’re turned on (swelling, wetness etc.)?

Not from my cunt, no. My breathing does get very labored though and I'm very sensitive to the tough.

28. (Penis-owners) Describe the size and shape of your penis. Are you happy with it?

I have a giant monster cock. It's just swinging around and the tip rubs against my right knee. My balls hang to the floor. Heavy is the burden of the blessed.

29. (Penis-owners) Have you tasted your own cum? Did you like it?

I don't have a dick but given the record of my past partners being oral enthusiasts, I have tasted my own cum. I like it, although it isn't something I'd go out of my way to buy or anything. It's pretty neutral and tart and I like the way it tastes when it mingles with someone's spit.

30. (Breast-owners) How does the size of your breasts compare? Is one bigger than the other?

They're pretty even but I'm fairly certain my right one is smaller.

SEXUAL FANTASY LAND

31. Describe your most unusual/taboo fantasy.

I don't really have anything too outlandish or incriminating, I think.

32. Do you fantasise more about real situations, or imaginary/impossible ones?

Real situations that could happen, honestly.

33. Who’s the oddest person you’ve fantasised about?

Back when I was in high-school, I fantasized about my professor ;( I was fighting some demons back then ngl

34. Do you ever find yourself fantasising absent-mindedly, or is it something you do on purpose?

I don't fantasize absent-mindedly. Normally it's triggered by a thought process or something in my surroundings.

35. Do you always fantasise while you masturbate?

No, not always.

36. When you fantasise, does it usually lead to masturbation?

Not necessarily.

37. Have you ever had sex with someone while fantasising about someone else?

Nope.

38. Do you have any celebrity crushes that you fantasise about?

None. Celebrity implies a real person, and honestly I don't really fantasize about fictional crushes too frequently.

39. Have you ever fantasised about something by accident, and felt weird about it after?

Yeah, absolutely. I feel bad when I fantasize about my crush.

40. Describe your most sexy fantasy.

What terrible fucking phrasing. no.

41. How do you feel about BDSM?

I think it can be done well and enjoyed.

42. What’s your most unusual kink?

I dunno, I have a bunch of things that are embarassing. I have a huge thing for nice hands. I also really enjoy the idea of being with someone significantly taller than me (that I wouldn't be able to bench-press). I also like the idea of being able to make that partner cry, or whine, or feel a bit overwhelmed.

43. In an SM context, do you prefer giving pain, or receiving it?

Probably giving pain with bites, scratches, hair-pulling, and slapping if I get irritated. Don't get me wrong--- I absolutely love having all of those things done to me. I just also relish a lot in seeing the wake of my actions.

44. Do you consider yourself to be dominant, submissive, both, or neither?

Both. I tend to sync up to a partner pretty well, though.

45. Describe your most recent bondage experience.

I haven't tried bondage yet ;( but I do have some really nice black ribbon lying around somewhere in my apartment. I hope to be able to put it to good use with some shibari or something soon.

46. In a BDSM context, have you ever referred to anyone as “daddy,” “mommy,” or any similar term?

Nope. I don't fuck with that shit.

47. Do you have a kink for any bodily fluids (pee, saliva, blood, tears, cum, etc.)?

Tears, spit, and cum. Blood isn't too terrible imo.

48. Have you ever revealed a kink to someone and had them react negatively?

Nope.

49. Do you have any kinks that you’re ashamed of?

Nothing really comes to mind.

50. How much money have you spent on equipment for your kinks (toys, whips, chains, etc.)?

Nothing. The vibrator I have was actually gifted to me.

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