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r0zyp0zy0zy · 3 years

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✾D.K- Movie Night☼✶

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FEM!reader

Words: 3880

Warnings/kinks: thighs, thigh-job, oral

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x reader

Summary: You invite Denki over for a movie, but your thighs are distracting

===NSFW under the cut===

It wasn't like Denki's crush on you was a secret, in fact basically everyone knew; but still, it shouldn't've shocked you when Mina gave you screenshots of him practically confessing his love for you.

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: Y/n I'm dying here😖 He won't stop gushing about you

Y/n: Wait is this real??

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: Duh!

Y/n: I may or may not be blushing 😳 I like him too, but don't tell! I'll do it soon enough

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: I'm in need for some entertainment Any ideas on how to fluster him? I want to see him all giddy and nervous lmao 🌸

You looked up from your bed to your paused movie and started to think. Hmm.. that could work.. but how..? Your cheeks flushed harder at the thought of making him nervous; he was just so cute!

Y/n: I have the perfect plan. You know that textbook I lent you? Get Kami to return it to me Once I send the signal I need to prepare >:)

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: Omg the suspense!! I can't wait!

You got all the confidence you needed when you read his messages to Mina. He liked you, and there was no denying it now. You gathered your snacks into bowls, and rearranged your fairy lights over your bed. Since you already were ready to watch a movie, you only had to make a few adjustments before setting the plan into motion.

You took a moment to change into something a little more revealing, but not at all suggestive. A T-shirt and shorts. You made sure they were shaved/groomed to your liking, and you did the same for your arms. A few candles were lit, and the light was dim.

"Kamiiii~~" Mina yelled from across the room.

"What?" Denki replied, half expecting a phone charger to be thrown at him.

"Can you pretty please give this book to y/n? I have to do something, and apparently she needs it," Mina flashed puppy eyes at him, and Denki grinned.

"An excuse to go to y/n's room?" He buzzed. "I'd go even if you needed me to return a bread crumb!"

"Aw thanks Denki-kun!" She smiled, passing him the hefty book.

Denki practically skipped to your dorm in excitement. He hadn't been able to have a good look at what your room was like when the Best Room Contest was going on. Would it match your personality? Or completely clash? What colour were your walls? What did your bed look like?

His heart fluttered as he came closer to his destination. He nervously clicked the second floor button in the elevator, and urged the thing to move faster. C'mon! He didn't have time for this, he needed to see you!

The elevator's ding rattled in his head as he rushed out of it, speed walking down the hall. Y/n, y/n... y/n! Here we are.

Denki took a deep breath, smoothing out his shirt and shaking out his arms. Here we go. He raised his fist and gently knocked on your door. He heard your feet shuffle to the door, and he felt light headed. You would be in your lounging clothes, no uniform.

"Oh hey Kami!" You greeted with a smile, "what brings you here?"

"U-uh," he stuttered. If it weren't for the shorts peaking under your oversized T-shirt, he would've thought you had nothing else on, "Mina said you needed this."

"Thanks!" You replied, gingerly taking the book from his hands. "It's the perfect height."

"..perfect height?" Denki asked, peeking into your room as you walked back to your bed.

"Yep! It's a great laptop stand," you grinned, placing it under the device, "I was just about to watch a movie, care to join?"

Denki froze, mouth half agape. A movie? With you? Alone? In your room? He felt like he was dreaming.

"Well?" You inquired.

"Y-yes!" Denki almost screamed, "I just gotta- I'm gonna grab a fluffy blanket!"

"Ok!" You giggled as he left your room in a hurry.

Denki didn't waste time on the elevator, and ran down the stairs two steps at a time. He crossed the common area in a hurry, causing several people to question him.

"Fluffy blanket!" Was all he replied before he barged into his room and grabbed what he was looking for. He also grabbed his phone so he could update his friends on his current situation.

Denki⚡️: Holy fuck it's happening

Tape man: Did you finally ask her out

Denki⚡️: Nope She invited me in her room to watch a movie

Tape man: We all know how that turns out ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kiri☄️: Good luck, man! I was wondering why you needed a blanket lol

Denki put his phone in his pocket, and rushed back to the common area with his fluffy yellow blanket him his arms.

"What's with the pillow?" Mina giggled.

"Blanket!" Denki corrected. "Y/n invited me to watch a movie in her room and the panic hasn't quite set in yet."

He heard laughing as he ran for the elevator, too tuckered out to take the stairs again. His stomach jolted in excitement as the elevator lifted him upwards. Oh fuck this was actually happening. Denki rushed down the hall to your door, and knocked.

"Come in!" Your muffled voice said.

You took in Denki's appearance as he walked into your room. Even with the lights dimmed, you could see his flushed cheeks. In his arms was a blanket, one you assumed he was hoping to share with you.

"C'mon!" You said, patting the spot beside you.

"O-on your bed?" Kaminari questioned.

"Where else?" You giggled. Denki looked extremely nervous as he sat down, some centimetres away from you. "You can come closer y'know."

"O-ok," Denki stuttered, inching towards you, "so, what are we watching?"

"I'm not sure actually. I was hoping maybe an anime or something," you replied, clicking through all the suggestions on Netflix.

God, please marry me. Denki thought, eyeing your thighs as you said that. They looked so kissable... grab-able... suffocating his face-able...

"This one?" You asked him, pointing to a movie.

"S-sure," Kaminari replied, only half aware of what you were saying. His eyes were glued on your thighs, and you could see his fingers twitching to touch them.

"So are you gonna share that big-ass blanket or not?" You said, tugging at the yellow fabric that was in his lap.

"Y-yeAh," Denki cracked, uncrumpling the blanket, and handing you a corner.

You made sure to slide your fingers over his as you took the side from his hands. You watched as his Adams apple bobbed nervously. You slid the fluffy fabric over your shoulders and scooted closer to Kami.

"I have snacks," you said, pulling over a few bowls of chips and whatever else. You placed the popcorn between the two of you for easier access.

To be honest, Denki wasn't paying attention to the movie in the slightest, all he was doing was thinking about you; how close you were to him. How he was sharing a blanket with you. How your hands touched his occasionally when he grabbed popcorn. His mind was spinning, and he couldn't tell if it was excitement or nerves, (probably both).

Denki looked down at the bowl when he noticed no more popcorn was left. He silently took the bowl off the bed and onto the floor. His heart rate thumped unevenly as he realized that there was no border between you and him. He scooted over a tiny bit, hoping you would do the same.

Your hand reached for another handful of popcorn, but instead got a handful of Kaminari's thigh.

"Ah~" Kami groaned. He slapped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You panicked, pretending not to notice the delicious noise that came out of his mouth. "Popcorn all gone?"

"Y-yeah," Kaminari stuttered, "I j-just put it on the floor if that's alright, heh."

"Yeah that's fine," you replied, going back to the movie.

If Denki wasn't flushed red already, he certainly was now. His whole body felt hot, and where you grasped his thigh was scorching. He gulped as he strained to keep his composure... but he failed to do so as you leaned against him, shoulders touching. His hopes to stay at least semi-hard crashed, his dick starting to twitch to life. He shoved the hand furthest from you in his sweatpants pocket, and adjusted himself. What would you think of him if you found out he had a hard-on just from you touching him? He didn't want to find out. He pushed sinful thoughts to the back of his head, urging himself to focus on the movie. He needed to go soft, and quick.

That plan also failed, because for some reason he chose a coming of age movie. Honestly, he didn't really even remember picking a movie; that wasn't what he was here for. A heated make-out session was plastered on the laptop screen, and his breath hitched as he realized the actress looked similar to you. Same h/l, h/c hair, same skin colour, same body type... god he felt like he was loosing it. The various differences between you and the actor kept him sane; different nose, different skin type... it reassured him that, no, you weren't making out with some dude, and you were right here beside him.

"The actress looks a lot like you," Kaminari said from out of the blue.

"..and you chose exactly now to tell me that? While their making out?" You laughed, nudging him with your elbow.

"Uh, well. It took me awhile to figure out why she was so familiar," Kaminari blushed. You saw his hands fist the fabric of his pants, his knuckles almost white.

"Kami-kun.. you ok?" You asked, reaching over for his hand. "You seem stressed, is the movie making you uncomfortable?"

"Ah- n-no, it's not that... I-it's, well," Denki struggled to form words, "it's just awkward watching this with you so close."

"It's not like it's porn," you shrugged, and Kami's breath hitched. "But damn, there sure is a lot of nudity..."

"Uh- I didn't know that would, uh, I didn't really look at the description of the movie, heh heh," Kaminari said nervously.

"It's whatever. It's a great show besides that," you popped a candy into your mouth.

Your hand was still on his as you continued to watch the movie. Denki's vision was fuzzy with nervousness, and he wondered if he should pull his hand away. No, he decided. He liked how comforting it felt, even though he was currently rock-hard and raving to go. Denki's head moved the slightest bit towards you, trying to catch a glance of your beautiful face. He almost screamed when he noticed that the side of you thigh was pressed against his.

Hot. Oh god, he felt so hot all over.

You had to stifle a smile as you heard Kaminari continuously whimper; it was so quiet you had to strain to hear. Was he even aware he was doing that? You almost didn't notice the credits rolling on the screen, too caught up in giddy excitement. You unwrapped a lollipop and put it in your mouth, hands reaching for the laptop.

"Hah~" Kaminari whispered behind you. Oh yeah, you thought, your shorts were basically boy-short panties.

"That was fun!" You cheered, closing the device and picking up candy wrappers.

"Y-yeah," Kami gulped, afraid to get up. He folded his fluffy blanket, and carefully held it in front of his crotch, trying not to grind against it.

"Well, you can stay for the night if you want. I don't know about you, but I'm pooped," you said, stretching your arms up, exposing your thighs.

"Oh my god I want to fuck your thighs so bad," Denki said dreamily, and then immediately smacked a hand over his mouth.

His eyes were wide with horror, and he would have collapsed if he wasn't sitting down. Your face looked shocked as you processed what he said. Oh shit, he wanted to perish. Vanish from the earth and never be seen again.

"I-I, Wow, I can't believe I said that out loud. Please excuse me while I go die of embarrassment," Denki said as calmly as he could muster, quickly standing up and walking awkwardly towards your door.

"Wait, Kami," you said, grabbing his wrist as he reached for the doorknob.

Yup. This is it. This is where he dies. This is where you fucking murder him in cold blood, right here, right now.

"At least give me a kiss before you leave," you said, looking at him with pleading eyes. The stick on your lollipop had fallen off of the candy, and the sweet treat was still in your mouth.

"Y-you're serious?!" Kaminari sputtered, dropping his blanket in surprise.

"Mmhm," you mumbled, pulling him a little closer to you. His erection was painfully obvious, but he didn't seem to care.

Kaminari reached for your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. They were a little sweaty, but that didn't bother you. The look in his eyes was remarkable, and you felt courage flow through you. Your soft lips met his, and you exchanged a few kisses before you deepened it. You slipped your tongue across his lip, and he eagerly opened up.

Denki moaned at the sweetness of your tongue, sucking on it to get all of the flavour. He squeaked as he felt something weird enter his mouth. Oh. Oh. That was the piece of candy you were sucking on. Holy fuck. Denki groaned deeply, swishing the sweet in his mouth before giving it back to you.

You pulled away, saliva covering your lips. You heave for breath and gleamed at Kaminari, "that was hot."

"Hhngg," was the only response you heard from him.

"You ok, Kami?" You asked, giving his wrist a slight squeeze.

"Fuck yeah," he moaned. "M' just trying not to cum my pants right now."

"How about I take these shorts off so you can come between my thighs," you teased, already shimming out of your short-shorts.

"EH?!" Denki roared, and you saw his hair buzz with electricity.

"Just don't electrocute me, Buzzy," you said, stepping a few inches away, playfully throwing in the nickname.

You bit your cheek as Kami started to play with the strings on his pants, "actually? Like, really?!"

"Stop saying stupid shit and come here," you grabbed his forearm, pulling him closer to you. "Let's get these sweatpants off, shall we?"

You slowly pulled at the strings, leaving sensual touches to his pelvis. Denki looked as though he had just entered heaven, his eyes were shining dreamily, and a dumb smile was plastered on his face. His pants fell to the ground, and you snorted at his lighting bolt patterned briefs. You ghosted a hand over his length, and Denki shivered in anticipation.

"Can I- please?" Kaminari struggled, his hands slowly reaching over to you.

"Of course, baby," you murmured, lifting your T-shirt over your head, leaving you in just your undergarments.

As soon as the magic words left your lips, he was all over you. It was like he had to touch every inch of you. You loved the way he firmly gripped your hips, and the way he kissed you. It felt just right. Denki nervously pulled off his underwear, now only in a shirt. You didn't hesitate to gently grip his cock, relishing the whimper he made. You stroked him a few times before reaching over to your dresser, pumping a little lotion on your palm.

You looked at Denki as you rubbed the lotion on the inside of your thighs, you grabbed another dollop and rubbed that in as well. You ended up pushing him against a wall, your hands on his chest, and lips on his. You dropped one of your hands down to Denki's twitching cock, and swiftly inserted it between your thighs, directly under your vulva. You moaned with him as he took ahold of your hips and pulled you closer to him, jerking out his hips in the process.

"Fuck. Holy fuck, t-thank you so much y/n!" Denki cried, leaning his head back. He stuck out his hips, and helped you grind against him.

"So, how long have you been wanting to do this for?" You inquired, nibbling at his earlobe.

"Ah~ so goddamn long," Denki murmured.

The feeling of his dick pressed firmly under your heat sent waves of pleasure up your body, and you took one hand off the wall to cup your breast. You sighed and looked at Kaminari, his face was flushed, and you were sure the blush travelled down to his chest.

"Hah~~" Denki moaned, "I'm so close. Pl-ease."

The way your thighs clamped around his dick made his head spin, it was so much better than he ever imagined it would be. Your panties were wet against his cock, and he groaned deeply at the fact that holy shit this was actually happening. Denki would smell your arousal, (something he didn't really expect to have a strong smell), and he got dizzy all over again.

"'Please'?" You questioned, giving small sucks to his jaw.

"Can I come? I-I just don't want to finish between your legs and then you freak out, that would be bad. A-and I wasn't sure if—" Denki got cut off with a kiss.

"Go ahead, baby. Go on and come undone for me," you whispered in his ear.

Denki let out a strangled groan, mumbling out 'fuck' and 'you're so perfect'. His hold on you gripped harder, leading you back and forth on his cock. Your pride swelled as you felt a wet, sticky substance run down the back of your thighs. Denki shuttered once he was finished, and whined when he gently pushed you off.

"Fuck, so good," Denki said in a daze, his eyes practically glazed over.

You reached between your legs, scooping up some of his semen with your fingers. You brought them to your mouth, and sucked on them, making sure to clean off all of the salty substance

"Oh my god," Denki muttered as he watched you. He was getting hard again.

"Clean up for me?" You said, spreading your legs and bending over a little bit, exposing your cum-covered thighs. You didn't hear a response, and you worried that you'd maybe gone too far.

Denki was drooling at the wonderful sight, and got on his knees. His hands ran up and down your legs before he took an experimental lick. It wasn't the worst, but still unfavourable. Right now, he didn't care what it tasted like. Because he was licking your thighs and the bottom of your ass, and that's all that mattered right now. Denki took care to graze his teeth on your skin every so often, eliciting a sweet moan from you.

"All done," he mumbled into your leg, giving it one more kiss before pulling away, still on his knees.

You turned around, and Denki's eyes nearly fell out of his head; you took off your bra, and your breasts were amazing. He was frozen, but let you strip off his T-shirt, too afraid that he would wake up in his bed, and this was all a dream.

"You look so good like that, Denki," you mused, admiring his disheveled hair and messy face. You glanced down and saw that he was hard again— classic Kami, "I'm so horny, baby. Touch me~"

Denki's shaky hands felt their way up your legs, and gripped onto your underwear's waistband. He looked up at you as he pulled them down to your ankles, careful to slip them off. They were covered in your slick, and it took him a whole lot of self-control to not lick them. He had the whole meal in front of him anyway. Denki curiously slid his fingers through your folds, breath catching at your sigh.

You turned so that your back was against the wall, and spread your legs enough so that Kaminari had full-view of your flower. His tongue stuck out, and drool practically dripped down his chin. He slowly crawled towards you, reaching his neck out so he could have a sweet taste of your goodness. You reached down and pulled at his hair, guiding him to where he was scared to go.

"This is really ok?" Denki said dreamily, his gaze hypnotized on your pussy.

"Yep, dig in, Buzzy," you said, biting your lip.

Kaminari lurched forward, hands clamped on your thighs, and stuck his face between your legs. You assumed he had little to no experience, so you guided him with your sweet voice, and pulling him off if he did something you didn't like.

"So good," Denki moaned on your pussy, drunk on your taste. He rubbed his tongue just right on your clit, and you groaned. He did it again, and began to nibble and suck on your sensitive pearl. Kaminari's cock was leaking pre-cum, but he refused to give himself attention. He was receiving so much pleasure by just making you feel good.

"Denki~" you moaned, gripping his hair harder and pulling him closer, grinding against his face.

"Mmfff-" Denki struggled, tingles travelling through his body. The way you said his name practically has him coming.

"So close- don't you dare stop!" Your back arched, and your eyes closed.

He didn't plan on that. He needed you to finish on his tongue, he was desperate for your pleasure. Denki felt your vulva twitch in his mouth, and he tried harder. You were so close. He needed you to feel good. You had made him feel so good just moments before.

"Right- there-!" You gasped, legs shaking through Denki's grip. He continued his pace, though struggling to breathe; he didn't care, he needed you to finish.

When the grip on Kaminari's scalp softened and fell away, he pulled back, choking for air, "oh my fuck you taste so good~"

"Thank you, Buzzy," you smiled at him. "You're the best."

The two of you admired each other for a moment, before Denki coughed awkwardly, "sorry about the floor."

You glanced down and noticed that Kaminari had managed to cum without the help of anything touching him. Classic Kami.

"Heh, that's kinda embarrassing," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I'll clean that up."

You watched Denki clean the floor as you cleaned yourself, using baby wipes on your legs to get rid of the cum remanence. You threw on your robe and told Kami you'd be a few minutes.

When you came back in, all cleaned up, Denki was sitting on your bed with his boxers on, "I was hoping that I-I could stay over?"

"Absolutely," you grinned, flopping on the bed. Denki wrapped his yellow blanket around your body, and you cuddled into him.

"So I'm assuming you like me back, then?" Denki mumbled into your neck.

"Mmhm," you sighed, "I have for awhile now."

"Damn. We could've been doing this earlier!"

"Oi, shut up and cuddle me. I'm all tuckered out."

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violetnotez · 4 years

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HC: S/o With a Good Luck, Bad Luck Quirk

@mrsadfacestudio: SO how about Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Tamaki and Mirio react on their crush having a good luck/bad luck quirk? Like Y/N says "I feel like today will be great day!" They live close by to Y/N so as they were about to ask to walk with them. As she walk on the side walk, shit goes down. Y/N is passing a building that exploded behind her. She walk far enough so when the building fell, it didn't land on her

Alrightie I hope I did this to the best of my abilities, so I’m sorry if the quirk description isn’t accurate to your ask! Excited to write for Tamaki though since this is my first time, so forgive me if Tamaki’s isn’t the best! ✨🌸

AU: Reader has agood/bad luck quirk, where they can manipulate the luck of themselves or others around them(sometimes without realizing it)

Pairings: Midoriya x reader, Shoto x reader, Tamaki x reader, Mirio x reader

RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS CLOSED

Izuku

◦oh he is just be so amazed by your quirk-it’s so different from any one he has ever seen or heard of!

◦ he is going to have a full journal dedicated to you and is always lending a hand to help you with training if you ever need it!

◦ he knows you can hold your own, but this boy is going to constantly work himself into a frenzy over worrying about you

◦he’s just so overprotective he really can’t help it!

◦ one day as he was walking to the grocery store to grab some produce for his mother, he heard a large explosion

◦ Izuku turned around, seeing a dark plumage of smoke rising, his heart dropping-you had told him last night you were deciding to take a run in the morning

◦And of course you said you were taking a run right in that area

◦He instantly dropped the groceries, taking off at an intense speed, his hands fumbling with his phone as he desperately tried to call you

◦you weren’t calling him back, making his anxiety 10x worse

◦when he got to the wreckage site, he realized it was a poorly attempted bank robbery, heroes as well as police officers investigating the scene and taking in the suspected “villians” for questioning

◦ he started looking around, trying to see if anybody resembled you, but he didn’t see you, and oh no what if you got caught in some rubble, or maybe somehow you were badly hurt, that’s why you weren’t answering his calls-

◦ “Hey ‘Zuku, I didn’t expect you to be here! I hope no ones hurt!” You greeted from behind, scaring him shitless but also making so relieved

◦his face light up like a Christmas tree- “y/n! Oh, I’m so glad your okay! Are you hurt, do you feel alright-“

◦”I’m fine Izuku, I promise!” You laugh, taking his shaking hands into your own. “My quirk somehow gave me a heads up about what was going to happen, so I decided to get some boba instead!”

◦you smiled brightly, taking a sip from the thick straw- “it also gave me an idea that you’d stop by too,” you held out another drink, his favorite flavor-green tea

◦he thanked you gratefully, taking a sip as he held onto your hand tightly

◦After that scare, there is no way he is letting you out of his sight

Shoto

◦ Like Izuku, he is going to find your quirk intriguing and definitely interesting

◦It’s not flashy, but it certainly is very powerful in its own way (not that Shoto would care if it’s flashy or not-he loves you for you, not your quirk)

◦*cough cough unlike his father *cough cough

◦ He really can’t understand it that well, because sometimes it gives you a dose of “bad” luck before it rewards you with some prosperity in your life

◦When you and Shoto were still hopelessly pinning for each other, for example, your quirk had decided to give you a slight nudge to get closer to the reserved boy

◦ As you were rushing to the cafeteria during lunch break one day, you had spotted Shoto walking from afar

◦He was close enough to be able to see his features, but far away that you could appreciate his handsome features without looking too creepy

◦You couldnt help but sneak a blissful glance at his face-he was honestly so handsome with his bi colored eyes, pale skin, chiseled jawline-

◦And that’s when your foot slipped on a stray piece of paper and your body landed on the hard linoleum floor with a gut wrenching smack

◦Shoto has obviously heard (it was hecka loud), and being the only other person in the hallway besides you, it was hard to ignore that

◦he instantly rushed over to you, concerned for your wellbeing

◦”Y/n, are you alright?” He asked, crouching down next to you

“I-uh-yeah I’m fine!” Your cheeks were on fire, and you were cursing your quirk inside your head for not helping you avoid your fall-

◦Until Shoto has held out one of his hands, offering it to you

◦”May I?” Shoto’s exterior looked extremely composed, but on the inside he was freaking out-he was just being nice, right? This wasn’t because he had a crush on you or anything-he wasn’t loving the fact that he was the one to help you up, or was trying to memorize how your rosy cheecks looked so pretty on your skin-

◦you placed your smaller hand in his, his fingers gently squeezing yours as he pulled you up

◦your legs were still wobbly, as your knees were the first ones to hit the floor-so you body kinda toppled onto his

◦He was strong and he anticipated you to lean into him, so he easily took the extra weight with ease

◦what wasn’t so easy was keeping his composure-your hands were resting on his chest, those pretty eyes of yours boaring into his, your cheeks ten times redder

◦ He couldnt help but tense up-he wasn’t used to being so close to you, or any girl for that matter, but he was growing quite fond to how wonderful your body felt pressed against his own

◦”I-I I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ you began to stutter against his chest

◦Shoto gave a tiny smile, finding it cute that you were just as much of a nervous wreck as he felt- “It’s quite alright… do you think your badly injured? Let’s see if you can walk,”

Tamaki

◦ohhh sweet baby boy is gonna adore you

◦he’s going to think your quirk is just so amazing- lowkey will get down on himself and think his is inadequate to yours sometimes

◦when that happens- AFFIRMATIONS AND CUDDLES 100% WILL FEEL BETTER AFTER

◦ Also will worry about you a lot-he has experienced a lot of things at a young age and knows how harsh the real world can be

◦He doesn’t want to see you get hurt at all, but knowing you have such a helpful quirk does ease his nerves some-also helps him out in a pinch too

◦One time when you both were on patrol, Tamaki had realized just how helpful your quirk could be for yourself and him

◦You two were stationed for the next few hours at the city’s busy downtown area

◦You we’re loving all the lights, the people, and the stores, while Tamaki-

◦Well, Tamaki was not

◦”Do we have to be so close to people?” He asked timidly, tugging his hood farther down his eyes, “I feel they’re staring right at us.”

◦you laughed, playfully walking into his side

◦”Of course they are Tamaki! We are dressed up as heroes after all,” you replied sweetly, waving to a small group of kids gawking at you two

◦”I know-its just, your so natural at all this. I don’t know if I can be as cheerful as you,”

◦You sighed, intertwining your fingers with your shy boyfriend. “Don’t get so worked up over it Tama, you're a wonderful hero. It doesn’t matter if your shy or outgoing, it only matters if your a good hero- which you are.”

◦You took that as an opportunity to kiss his cheek, his once nervous frown turning into a tiny smirk

◦”Th-thank you,” he stuttered out, touching the spot where you kissed him

◦ “Of course!” You grinned, “Oh and also-you may want to take your hood off.”

◦ even though he didn’t want to do what you instructed, he trusted your instincts, pulling the fabric down

◦ “Why is that-“ just as the words slipped out of his mouth, the gang of kids you had waved at had ran past, one of the kids having his hands held out suspiciously

◦ A gust of wind flew in your faces from the kids hands, your hair tossling into your faces

◦ “Aww cool we finally see his face!” The kid with the wind quirk yelled, realizing his hood was already down

◦ The others stared at you too in awe, some waving nervously as they ran past, giggling and screaming as they ran away from their shenanigans

◦”See, they wanna stare at your pretty face too, ya know,” you joked, earning a groan from your timid boyfriend as he tugged his hood on again

◦ Tamaki blushes furiously, his stomach filled with butterflies

◦”The only person I like staring at me is-is you,”

Mirio

◦He is gonna use your quirk to give you the cutest pet names

◦His personal fav is going to be calling you his “Lucky Charm”

◦will also call you the cheesiest name like “Light of his life,” “sunshine” (not really revolves around your quirk but no the less!)

◦ will also be a constant worry wart over you-you are his love after all, he can’t help but worry!

◦ Omg hed be the sweetest boyfriend though, always checking up on you and making sure your a-okay!

◦One day though he was on patrol by himself when he spotted you in the same area

◦Of course this boy was gonna come and say hi!

◦More like try to scare the shit out of you by running up behind you and giving you a hug

◦You were staring down at your phone, so it would be a perfect time to go and surprise you

◦But to his horror, a bicyclist who had no control over their bike was bounding onto the sidewalk

◦A bunch of pedestrians were freaking out, moving to the side quickly to not get ran over

◦Of course Mirio was already on his way to go and help, but before he even could the bike was already close to hitting you

◦Just as he was going to yell your name and scoop you into his arms, out of harms way, he saw you casually just move to the side

◦You looked like you didn’t even know what was going on-your face didn’t leave your phone screen, it’s expressions calm as ever-all you did was sidestep so you were a mere inches from getting hit by the bike zooming past

◦Mirio took a second to just stare in amazement-how did you even do that?!?

◦Then he relaized he actually had a job to do, so he ran over to help the poor bicyclist before going over to say hi

◦Ohhhhh he asked so many questions after that and just rave about how cool that was

◦”That was amazing! You just kept on walking as if nothing happened! Does that happen any time you might be in danger?”

◦”Well sometimes if I need to learn something, or if it would be safer for me for my quirk not to intervene, I’ll still get hurt or embarrassed-whatever the case may be.” You smiled, “But usually, yeah, it’ll give me a heads up of what might happen to me if I don’t listen to my quirk

“◦”oh that’s so amazing sunshine! You really are a lucky charm, huh?”

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rhube · 3 years

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20 Questions For Fanfic Writers

I got this from @fenrir-kin‘s post I saw someone reblog and they said that anyone who wants to do it should consider themselves tagged, so... same.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

23 on my main account; 32 total.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

397,777 on the main account; about 550,000 total.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Stone Fever (Anders/Fenris - Dragon Age 2)

2. The Naked Anders (Anders/Fenris - Dragon Age 2 )

3. A Gentle Touch (Anders/Fenris - Dragon Age 2 )

4. An Uncomfortable Discovery (JustFenHanders - Dragon Age 2 )

5. Self Reflected (Anders/Fenris - Dragon Age 2 )

4. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Sadly, yes. It really sucks.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, nearly every time! TBH, it mostly just seems polite - if someone takes the time to say something nice to me, I usually at least want to thank them, and if they stay a bunch of stuff there’s usually something to reply back about. It excites and delights me to have nice comments on my fic and I like to express that and let people know how happy it makes me.

I usually respond to the nasty comments, too, at least to tell them to bog off. Maybe I should just ignore them, but I’ve never been very good at that. Also sometimes they’re wrong and they need to know it.

Sometimes I get thoughtful comments pointing out something the reader thinks or is worried might be problematic. If it’s earnestly meant I try to respond in kind, even though often it’s a case of them being worried I’m not going to address something when I really wish they’d wait to see how the fic turns out before telling me my fic is problematic. But that’s the problem with an episodic format. It can hurt to get those comments too, but I try to be sensitive to the fact that the person is probably feeling anxious themselves.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Maybe Self Love? (Connor-51/Connor-52)

Although virtually all my fics are extremely angsty, they generally have happy endings too. I like my Hurt with some Comfort at the end. This fic doesn’t *really* have an angsty end, but it doesn’t end in a relatioship either.

(My original fiction is another matter. Thinking about it, a major character dies or is dead/undead in four of my published stories, but is it my fault if only the sad/dark stuff sells?)

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Hmm, tricky. I think either The Naked Anders (dark in the middle, but the characters not only fall in love, but Fenris is totally won over to Anders’ cause) or A Gentle Touch (much fluffier fic overall, happy ending, but less clear on how a HEA can happen because the wider setting of Kirkwall is cursed and it doesn’t really address how to resolve that).

8. Do you write crossovers?

As a rule, no. I rarely read them, either. HOWEVER, I dearly *wish* I could write a Lucifer/The Good Fight crossover in which Diane Lockhart has to defend Lucifer for something of which he’s complete innocent, and she takes absolutely no shit from him and basically looks askance at the entire LAPD for putting up with his shit.

It would be AMAZING, but I don’t think I know enough about the law to make it work.

9. Do you write smut?

Hahahaha - yes, quite a lot. I once saw someone rec one of my fics and they were like, ‘It’s rated teen for now, but Rhube usually writes explicit, so the rating may rise’ and I was like, yes, that is fair.

I’m 55,000 words into Forgiveness now and I keep having to take breaks to write smutty fics because I CANNOT DEAL with this slow burn nonsense omg I just want the boys to KISS (and then, you know, do the do).

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I sincerely hope not. I can’t even imagine the amount of stress I would feel.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated? Or turned into podfic?

Alas, no.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I don’t think I could cope with that.

13. What’s your all-time favorite relationship (doesn’t have to be romantic)?

Anders/Fenris, if the hundreds of thousands of words I have apparently written about them is anything to go by.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I believe in my ability to finish all my fics! But if I had to pic, I must admit I have less idea overall of where Fenris by Fenris is going in the long term. Except towards Fenris/Anders/Leto sexytimes. But the more I wrote the more it was becoming an interesting angsty fic instead of a silly doubles-sex fic - which I should have expected, but I foresee troubles ahead.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I think I’m pretty good at writing in the ways that people actually speak, and paying attention to how characters speak in canon.

And well-structured angst. Like, oh, you think you can see how this is going to a familiar angsty place, but have you considered all THESE ways the characters could get upset too? BECAUSE I HAVE - and I really need someone else to feel these feels!

It has long been my dream to create a Nugget of Purest Angst, and I feel like I’m honing my skills through fanfic.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actions that accompany dialog. She sighed, he nodded, she raised her eyebrows, he ran his hands through his hair, they groaned, she hummed, he paused for a moment (everyone does things for a moment) etc. etc.

Why must my characters move alongside their dialog? Is it not enough that they say the wrong things to each other in ways that reveal their inner torment?

Also, I am lazy about description in fanfic. I know it. But I mostly don’t have the energy these days to slow down for description. Fic comes out however my poor fatigued brain regurgitates it and I rely too much on people knowing what places are like from canon. Sorry.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Uh, why not? I mean, I’m less likely to do it because I suck at second languages, but I don’t see any reason why a person should not. Is this a common issue for people?

18. What’s the first fandom you wrote for?

Strictly speaking? The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. In a fanzine. Proper Old Skool.

19. What are your favorite tropes/scenarios to read or write?

Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Body swaps. Doubles. Mind-control (but we’re resisting it and we’re very upset that it’s happening, but also we had some extensive discussions about consent and we had sex anyway and we liked it). Forced to Fuck/Sex Pollen/Love Potions. Heats (and Oh No! We’re trapped together! What shall we do?). Arseholes to Lovers.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Complete? Probably Stone Fever. The angst is good and somehow this pwp setting got proper feels and character development in it, as well as a lot of sex. To the extent that I’m now rewriting in an original setting and with original characters (follow @rubyjones for news on that, if I ever get well enough to finish that project).

Incomplete? Probably An Uncomfortable Discovery - the start could do with some polishing as I only expected it to be a quick and dirty short fic, but now it’s 79,000 words long and contains some of the best, most angsty stuff I’ve ever written, as well as a kickass, very angsty fight scene.

I have so many feels about that fic and I really regret that I allowed a comment to knock the wind out of my sails so it became hard to get back to it. I WILL finish it one day, though.

#ao3 #fanfic #me #rhube #dragon age 2 #dragon age

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evolsinner · 3 years

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“um..twen~twenty~five.”

fuck. what the fuck! i tried to make it as close to sir’s age as possible, but 25 is the first number that pops into my head!

“twenty~five?” the mother repeats with somewhat surprise. “my boy’s what? twel..” she does the math in her head, “thirteen years older than you?”

actually 20, but 13’s fine too.

i’m obviously getting agitated by the tone in her voice and i guess my lovely date notices this because he places his hand on my thigh. it’s not like i was gonna say or do anything, lol. wait, maybe i was… damn, he knows me more than i know myself.

“mum,” sir speaks up, “don’t make it such a big deal.”

“oh, no, no, no, just making small talk, luv. that’s all,” she backpaddles.

“well, then, let’s talk about you guys,” mr killian retorts. “how’s life treating ya, dad?”

“well, son, business is business as per usual,” he replies. “revenue is good. great, actually. still would have been nice to have you back, though.”

“nah, dad, i reckon that ship has already sailed.”

“‘sailed?’, haha haha,” the father laughs mockingly. “well, if it weren’t for me, son, you wouldn’t be able to afford that bottle of champagne you just ordered.”

“you and i both know i worked my ass off at that company of yours,” sir hits back. “i earned it, dad. all of it.”

“boys, behave now, speaking of company, we have company,” the mother nods at me, her trying to be nice isn’t working.

sir sighs, “fine, tell me, how’s life back home, hm?”

whilst they proceed chit~chatting about their lives and jobs, my date proceeds to do something else under the table. something sinful.

hell naw, not in front of his parents. i won’t be able to control myself! what is he thinking?! just nope. not happening.

i grab his hand and place it on his own thigh. he scoffs arrogantly at my disapproval. which results in the parents’ voices fading and intense frowns replacing their expressions.

“oh, no, no,” sir quickly readdresses them. “i wasn’t..that wasn’t..it wasn’t what it looked like. it wasn’t directed at you guys taking that sick dog you ran over to the vet. i definitely wasn’t laughing. forgive me, how is it..she, i mean? is she doing well now?”

lmao, he’s messing up so bad, it’s hilarious.

after regaining the flow of the conversation pre quick, he latches onto my femur once more, but this time the grip is unyielding. again, i put my fingers between his knuckles to get his leech of a grip off of me. only he hardens it, forcing a pleasurable sensation to trickle up and around my pelvis.

i inhale a long breath of oxygen, so long that the parents pause and wait stiffly for my exhale.

meanwhile, mr killian casually takes a sip from his drink like he’s so interested in what his mum has got to say. his mouth curves into a devilish grin, finding the fact that i can’t express my pleasure openly hella entertaining. this piece of shit!

he softens his hold...

okay, good, great, amazing!

then, he smoothly glides his hand up.

fuck.

i quickly lock my legs together like a venus flytrap.

sir puts his mouth next to my ear, “spread your legs, rosé.”

his voice. that tone. it has the capacity to liquefy the adamantine jewel necklace around my neck. liquefy or maybe tighten it to the point where i am choking by the hands of crystals and a voice too concupiscent for my threshold. slightly, i loosen my legs. not enough. barely enough. i’m fucked. that’s just all there is to it. i am fucked.

“wider,” he whispers in that velvety tone.

i do so an inch more, my face heating up as if i just opened an oven door.

“don’t make a sound,” his libidinous warning just an earshot away from his parents.

how in the hell can they not hear?

his fingers reach the waistband of my panties. this cannot be happening right now. don’t do it. don’t you dare. do not..ohh..damn.. he slides his fingers diagonally under the elastic.

fuck x2.

“so how did you two come to meet?” the mum finds a way to direct the convo back at us, or to me, specifically speaking.

with them talking about the vet earlier, i blurt out, “hospital.”

why am i like this?!!!!!

mr killian’s wayward hand halts and i don’t know if i’m pleased or disappointed.

“yeah, well,” i put more confidence in my voice. i’ll just have to make an elaborate story up. i should be good at this. “i was there with my family. my little brother broke his arm so we were getting an x~ray done.”

“oh, is he doing okay?” they both fake sympathise.

mr killian’s fingers catch rhythm again and i try to finish my fabrication off as quickly as possible so that he doesn’t make me fucking orgasm in the middle of it!

“no, yeah, he’s..he’s perfectly healed now.”

sir’s fingers on their way to their destination brush against my shaved extremities and the strip of hair in the centre. i am stock~still, captivated, embarrassed, red hot frozen. red hot frozen? yeah, fucking red hot frozen!! so are the parents with this storytelling of mine.

my breathing slows as i know what’s about to happen in just a matter of seconds.

“i went to get a snack from the indoor vending machine when~”

without a warning, he inserts a finger right into my vajayjay and i stop talking midsentence. my back is as straight as an iron board. sir shifts his sit a little closer to me so that he can get his finger in the deepest that he can. i clench around him so damn hard as a sign for him to get it the hell out of me, but all he does is clear his throat.

clears

his

throat.

that’s all!

“well,” the mother arches a demanding overtweezed eyebrow, “what happened after?”

“babe, you okay?” sir asks me ever so boldly; i could detect the libido hidden in his tone a mile away. “you were getting to the best part.”

“sorry, one moment,” i give the folks a pursed smile before facing my date and pulling him down by the tie to hiss, “fucking quit it right now!”

he finds it amusing.

brah, this bitch.

“not in front of your parents…!”

“did i have a say with that bj at work?” is the only thing he says and brings his head back up to eye level with his parents. “anyways, where were we? after paying, her food got stuck and that’s when i saw her,” he finishes off for me.

so this is what it’s about? to have a one up on the other? to level out the playing field?! i am going to deck him so fucking hard when we get back home!!

“she told me ‘don’t bother, it’s a money~hungry machine that exploits from vulnerable people’,” he continues passionately like it truly happened.

the father cackles.

“so i asked rosé which one she was going for and i paid for the same one which helped push her one out along with mine.”

the father takes the chance to add a little anecdote of his own. this gives sir time to concentrate on his avocation.

he pumps a finger in and out of me. i can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each pump. i try extremely, terribly hard to maintain a straight face; it’s taking every muscle in my face to do so. i lowkey don’t want him to stop and i’m highkey having trouble remaining casual about it.

“s~sir, please stop,” i croak out.

“‘stop’ what?” he murmurs cockily, curling his finger inside me just to further taunt me. “i don’t see anything happening,” he gestures over the table with his other hand. “do you?”

arghhhhhhhh!!!!!

just when i thought i could manage it, he finds a second pair for his index finger by inserting his middle finger in. he scissors me, pumping in and out more vigorously now to tease the real thing.

he leans into me and whispers, “i want to fuck you so bad on this table right now.”

my eyes pop wide open, “sir...”

“shhh, sweetheart, or i’ll put in a third digit,” he threatens.

his voice stimulates me, his foreshadowing, his fingers and i just cannot keep up with this god slash satan of a man any longer! so forgive me when my control is deteriorating in keeping the extreme ecstasy at bay. my face is getting sweaty and i’m becoming sloppy.

accidentally, i release a deep moan like i just ate the most satisfying cake on planet earth.

fucking.

kill.

me.

now.

sir’s racy fingers become frozen inside of me. he drops his fork and it clanks on the plate. he facepalms so that he can hide his face from his parents’ view. omg, why is he the one embarrassed?! the father chokes on his food, hitting his chest mildly, and the mother immediately stops chewing.

“a~are you okay, dear?” the mum asks unsurely. she needs closure, needs something to rid her of what the both of them do not want to bring their minds to.

“yeah, yeah! stomach pains, aha,” i say with an ‘oh it’s nothing’ giggle.

she doesn’t pressure me on it, instead, “adorable, isn’t it?” she asks the hubby. “except why were you in the hospital, isaac? were you all well?”

dessert is served and sir gradually removes his sticky fingers out of me.

thank the saviour above!

“i was well. my class had an excursion there and i was supervising them,” he replies.

“what does an english literature class have to do with a hospital?” she needles him.

“many things, mum, many things,” he utters, slightly irritated. “perhaps if you took up extra english literature classes, you’d know.”

“isaac!” the father snaps, his accent with the pronunciation of his son’s name ‘i~zack’ makes it sound so very profound. “that is in no way to speak to your mother like that!”

“you’re right,” mr killian puts up no fight and dips two fingers, the fingers into the chocolate sauce poured around the panna cotta. “that was wrong of me. i apologise.”

i watch him bring the chocolate coated fingers inside his mouth before slowly pulling them out as all the sauce smoothly slides off.

i’m pretty sure my man, j.c, has left heaven himself.

“this is delicious,” he tells the waitress above, conceited and all. “what’s in here again?”

#teacher x student #teacher #student #story #funny #poetry #mature #love #food #words #thoughts

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manggaetteokkie · 5 years

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Holy shit... [EP 50 ENDING SPOILER]

MAJOR SPOILER AHEAD, AS IN, I AM WRITING OUT THE ENTIRE FKN ENDING SO YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

I’ve also included some of my own commentary at the very end if anyone cares to read what I thought about the finale.

Here we go!

Wei Ying was fully expecting Lan Zhan to stay with him and explore the world together but he turns around and Lan Zhan isn’t moving.

Wei Ying can sense that something isn’t quite right so he turns around and hesitantly asks, “You... are not coming?” as he stares at Lan Zhan’s back. Lan Zhan’s expression is extremely complicated, you can see he’s troubled. Meanwhile, Wei Ying looks, for a lack of better words, heartbroken.

Finally, Lan Xhan turns around and looks at Wei Ying apologetically. Wei Ying stares right back in sorrow.

Lan Zhan drops his gaze.

Wei Ying smiles, but it’s more painful than happy. He’s holding back tears. (omg)

Lan Zhan slowly raises his head and looks at Wei Ying again. Wei Ying continues smiling as he nods, eyes red and still holding back tears, understanding everything Lan Zhan doesn’t say. (wow fuck me right)

The scene cuts and their song starts playing with Yibo and Xiao Zhan singing. Cue WangXian duet near the falls, with Wei Ying playing his flute on one edge and Lan Zhan strumming his guqin on the other. They continue playing and their gazes meet. Lan Zhan is the first to look away. Wei Ying’s eyes linger a second longer before closing them, expression peaceful.

It cuts again and this time, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are standing side by side.

“Lan Zhan... To be honest, I really didn’t think you’d take the position as Chief Cultivator,” Wei Ying says while holding a jar of Emperor’s Smile in his right hand.

“We have made a promise here before,” Lan Zhan replies as he stares straight ahead.

//flashback to episode 7, when they lit the lanterns and Wei Ying swore to eliminate evil, protect the weak and live without regrets//

“May I, Lan Wangji, eliminate evil, protect the weak... and live without regret,” he repeats the same words uttered by Wei Ying 16 years ago.

Wei Ying glances in his direction before smiling, nodding and blinking a few times as he looks away. He takes a swig of the Emperor’s Smile as Lan Zhan glances in his direction.

“Lan Zhan...” Wei Ying turns to face Lan Zhan. “You do indeed deserve to be called Hanguang-Jun,” he says with resolve and a small smile.

Lan Zhan turns his head to look at Wei Ying in the eyes. “And you are indeed Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying chuckles, giving Lan Zhan a huge smile that makes his eyes disappear. Lan Zhan stares at Wei Ying, eyes soft and blinking slowly before a smile of his own appears.

They continue staring at each other until Wei Ying looks away first and they both turn to look at the falls in front of them.

//insert scene with Nie Huaisang//

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are now on top of a grassy hill as the series theme music plays in the background. They stand facing each other, Wei Ying holding Chenqing with one hand and Lil Apple’s reigns in the other, face resolute as he looks at Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan’s eyes are downcast, before he slowly raises them to connect with Wei Ying.

Wei Ying raises his hand as he points towards the road behind Lan Zhan.

“I am going that way.”

Lan Zhan waves towards the area behind Wei Ying. “I will go this way.”

Wei Ying continues staring at Lan Zhan resolutely. Lan Zhan shifts his eyes downwards, once again unable to maintain eye contact.

Wei Ying smiles, eyes looking down.

“So you’ve decided? Where you want to go?” Lan Zhan asks.

Wei Ying chuckles ruefully as he shakes his head. He thinks for a moment. “But the world is vast, and the Heavens, endless. One drink, one mount, wandering to the corners of the world, the Four Seas as my home, right?”

They once again look at each other (so. many. gazes. fml.). Once again, Lan Zhan is the first to look away as he nods. Wei Ying’s small smile disappears as his expression grows serious, eyes never leaving Lan Zhan.

“Lan Zhan. I am leaving.”

Lan Zhan stares, not saying a word. Wei Ying drops his eyes, smiling sheepishly.

“Let’s go, Lil Apple,” he calls as he nudges his ride forward. He gives Lan Zhan one last lingering look before walking past him. He turns his head slightly, smile tightly drawn, as if he wants to have one last look. Instead, he faces forward as his smile drops, continuing forward without looking back.

“Mountains never age, streams flow forever, we shall meet again some day!” Wei Ying calls out as he waves his arm in the air, steps never faltering as he continues onwards. Lan Zhan’s eyes never leave his back, silently watching him leave. Finally, he turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction.

We see them getting farther and farther away from each other as the theme song reaches a climax.

Lan Zhan is walking when he suddenly hears their song, played by a flute. He stops.

He turns his head, as if trying to look back. He recalls Wei Ying’s words to him with a small smile.: “Lan Zhan, the next we meet, you have to have come up with a name for this song hm?”

He replies in his heart as he continues walking once again, “I have already come up with one.”

//potential timeskip as Wei Ying’s clothes have changed//

Cue Yibo and Xiao Zhan singing as the camera shows Wei Ying playing his flute on the edge of a cliff.

He closes his eyes as he plays. The camera pans around showing the vast landscape.

Right as he is playing the last few notes—

“Wei Ying.”

—comes Lan Zhan’s unmistakable voice calling his name.

Wei Ying never finishes the last note as his eyes slowly widen. He remains unmoving, eyes wide in shock as if he can’t quite believe the voice he just heard. His hands slowly come down, eyes barely blinking.

Slowly, he starts smiling, eyes shifting to the side. He slowly turns around as the WangXian/WuJi instrumental starts playing, expression serious. The wind blows his hair back slightly.

He barely blinks, staring intently at what is in front of him, as if not believing his eyes (or not wanting the image in front of him to disappear).

Suddenly, he breaks out into the softest, most relieved smile.

THE END.

I hope y’all enjoyed reading this, I tried my best to capture their moments in writing but damn, it’s hard.

All in all, I honestly loved this ending. Their separation showed me that, as much as I thought Wei Ying was oblivious to any kind of deeper feelings, he actually isn’t. He simply never expected Lan Zhan and him to go separate ways. That scene where he was barely holding back tears absolutely destroyed me.

You might say that the finale was a rollercoster of emotion and I’d definitely agree. Was all of it necessary though? I would venture out and say, yes, it was necessary. Why? Because it allowed us, the viewers, to see such rich array of emotions from both actors.

From Wei Ying, we saw his carefree happiness when he thought that he’d have all the time in the world with Lan Zhan to explore, his barely concealed pain once he realized that it wouldn’t be so, his attempts at putting on a brave face and walking away when it seemed like it was the last thing he wanted to do, his shock once he realized who exactly was calling his name and finally, his joy at being reunited with the one person he wants by his side forever.

From Lan Zhan, we saw his troubled face when he struggled to tell Wei Ying that he couldn’t follow him, his steadfast reassurance of Wei Ying’s character, his complicated expressions when he was in a constant battle with himself, torn between wanting to fulfil his promise but also wanting to stay by Wei Ying side, his wavering when he heard the flute playing their song and finally, his voice when he calls out to the person that matters most to him.

As noted by @misscamthenorwegian, it is safe to assume that some time may have passed between the two of them going their separate ways and their final reunion. Does it affect anything? Yes and no. Yes, because we don’t know how much time has passed and despite Wei Ying having never told Lan Zhan where he was headed, Lan Zhan still managed to find him regardless. And no, because they were meant to be together regardless what happens to the time spent apart doesn’t change the fact that they still found each other in the end.

All in all, it may not be the perfect happy ending that some people wanted, where you see without a shadow of a doubt the two of them being cultivation partners and night hunting together; however, in my opinion, this ending left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

This is as explicit as it is going get: regardless of time and distance, they found their way back to each other again.

#the untamed #chen qing ling #陈情令 #the untamed ending #the untamed episode 50 spoilers #the untamed spoilers #wangxian #lan zhan #lan wangji #wei ying #wei wuxian #wang yibo #xiao zhan #my post #my stuff

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jsteneil · 5 years

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Neil Josten’s Birthday Bash

in which the foxes don’t get anything done, ever

Nicky added Dan, Kevin, Aaron and three others to “Neil Josten's Birthday Bash Organization Committee”.

Nicky: can't add Andrew because he still owns a FLIP PHONE but here we go

Dan: hell yeah B-)

Nicky: kevin can fill him in with the details anyway

Kevin: why me?

Allison: because you live with him?

Matt: you're practically attached at the hip

Dan: omg ur roomm8s

Matt: ^^^ what allison said

Dan: yeah

Nicky: OR aaron can do it on wednesdays so that there's no chance of neil finding out :D

Aaron: no.

Aaron left the chat.

Nicky: what

Nicky: the

Kevin: just add him back

Nicky: fuck

Kevin: ffs

Kevin: some ppl are in class

Nicky added Aaron to the chat.

Aaron: im muting you all

Allison: just embrace the fact that you've lived in SC for years and say y'all

Nicky: y'all!!!

Nicky: yeah

Matt: dude don't how are u gonna know when to buy your coordinated outfit and rehearse the choreography if you mute us

Dan: Aaron?

Renee: I do think he muted us

Allison: fuck a crybaby

Nicky: hey

Allison: what's he gonna do? Unmute us?

Dan: asdhskfjdl ALLI

Matt: lmfao

Nicky: moving ON

Nicky: the important thing here is my boy neil's birthday

Kevin: and you wonder why Aaron left

Nicky: what?

Kevin: maybe Neil doesn't want to celebrate his bday

Nicky: no that's too sad

Nicky: next person?

Allison: not to be that bitch

Matt: oh?

Allison: but do we even know when his birthday is?

Allison: fuck you matthew donovan boyd

Matt: sorry i love you

Dan: it was easy

Dan: matt ur easy

Matt: ily babe

Dan: <3

Kevin: jan 19th

Renee: March 31st?

Allison: wait

Dan: uhhhh

Matt: Neil Josten deserves 2 bdayz

Kevin: no jan 19th

Renee: oh i thought we were using the one he chose for himself

Matt: Renee add a smiley face

Renee: :)

Renee: ?

Dan: babe ur mind,,,, im crying

Matt: ikr

Allison: stop using mygf so

Kevin: is it me or does it sound really passive aggressive bitchy with a smiley face

Dan: ye that's the point

Renee: I really wasn't trying to be

Matt: oh no we know, sorry

Matt: i feel bad now

Matt: it was just funny

Matt: sorry

Dan: :(

Renee: It's okay, don’t worry

Renee: :)

Dan: renee STOP i feel like ur going 2 murder me in my sleep

Renee: I could, but I won't

Nicky: im shaking and im not even in your dorm

Allison: and we daily thank god for that

Nicky: hey im an excellent roommate

Nicky: i always leave so cap and matt can have sexy times

Dan: yeah but then u call it sexy time

Allison: ive seen the bathroom nicky

Nicky: that's aaron

Matt: l o l

Kevin: aaron's a neat freak

Allison: exposed

Nicky: erik come get me the people here are mean

Renee: So when's Neil's actual birthday?

Kevin: jan 19th

Nicky: who's gonna ask andrew?

Kevin: HE HAS REAL PAPERS NOW

Kevin: JUST GO CHECK AND LET ME BE IN CLASS IN PEACE

Allison: well okay drama queen

Dan: kevin: *is on the chat as much as us*

Dan: also kevin: guys why r u dragging me here

Matt: it's okay kevin we can talk about it during practice

Renee: Don't goad him, Matt

Dan: lmfao babe u thought

Matt: uh oh

Allison: lol

Dan: we need 2 trounce the ravens nxt wk

Nicky: do we have to

Dan: y'all r hauling ass @ practice or god help me

Nicky: id settle for a close victory

Matt: nicky if you don't help us close the goal next friday im telling neil about his surprise

Nicky: noooooo :'(

Allison: ye renee has enough to do without having to face stuff y'all should have blocked

Renee: Andrew is also a goalkeeper

Allison: yeah but he doesn't give a fuck

Renee: That's neither true nor fair

Dan: i want bragging rights over this vctry, end of the question

Matt: are we just gonna ignore the fact that the fbi chose neil's old bday

Matt: even tho they made him a new identity

Allison: wonder how this conversation went

Nicky: are we ignoring the fact that neil is a goddamn CAPRICORN

Allison: "in my left hand is your birthday date. In my right hand is your other birthday" *shuffles behind his back*

Matt: idk about astrology but I checked and he tried to pass for an aries so what does that tell us?

Dan: shut up adfhskdjs

Nicky: im dying

Kevin: [attached picture]

Matt: did u steal neil's ID

Allison: i thought you were in class

Kevin: he sent it to me

Nicky: his phone can take pics??

Dan: RLY crappy 1s but yeah

Nicky: so all those times andrew refused to send me pics of his Eden’s Twilight's outfits so i could coordinate neil's…

Matt: :/

Kevin: he just doesn't like you

Allison: i would have laughed but you two have been fighting the good fight since last year, dressing neil up

Nicky: hey

Renee: Kevin, that was mean

Nicky: but thanx allison, I think so too

Kevin: sorry

Kevin: he's just difficult?

Nicky: yeah :(

Dan: omg u guys rmr when neil was on k ferdinand's show n he looked like a bite-sized snack in that shirt

Kevin: not exactly what I remember from this interview

Dan: u were pretty 2 <3

Kevin: oh my god

Renee: Didn't Neil keep the clothes?

Nicky: i've never seen him wear them again

Nicky: maybe he STUFFED THEM DOWN THE TOILET

Matt: uh okay

Allison: weird emphasis

Kevin: are you still stuck on that

Dan: what

Kevin: it's what happened with the clothes he wore the first time we went to columbia

Nicky: do you know how expensive that plumber was?

Matt: just a thought but maybe that wouldn't have happened if you didn't force him to come with you and drugged him against his will

Allison: don't tell me someone actually peed on them and tried to flush

Nicky: take it up with andrew

Matt: you literally drove the car

Kevin: what happened in columbia stays in columbia

Allison: omg oh my god

Dan: IM SCREAMING

Nicky: what was i supposed to do, get knifed?

Nicky: also ^^^^ yeah.

Nicky: ANYWAY

Nicky: now that Kevin got us proof that the FBI officially made neil a capricorn again,,

Dan: the fbi be like "oh u thought u could escape ur traumatic past? That's nice buddy

Matt: yeah I don't think beating last year's party is gonna be hard

Dan: here's ur bday n trauma back"

Nicky: HAPPY THOUGHTS

Nicky: :(

Nicky: anyway it's the big 21st, so the first thing in order is BOOZE

Kevin: uh nicky

Renee: He's turning 20?

Matt: what???

Kevin: yeah he aged himself up on his fake papers

Matt: oh my god

Dan: lmfao only neil

Nicky: he is baby

Matt: does. Does he know though. Like did he check when they made him the papers.

Kevin: I'm guessing so

Matt: imagine filling a form or smth and you get the day right but not the year

Renee: Wait Kevin, how did you get neil to send you the pic without telling him about the surprise party?

Nicky: DON'T YOU DARE HAVE TOLD HIM ABOUT THE NJBB

Allison: njbb?

Dan: neil josten's bday bash, im guessing

Nicky: Neil Josten's

Nicky: BIRTHDAY BASH

Nicky: yes

Allison: it doesn’t sound right

Allison: like, something’s missing in the name

Matt: alli we play a sport named after what you get when you take the s from sexy

Dan: 10 bux kevin wishes he didn't have such a stick up his butt so he could reply with exy is sexy

Allison: im not taking that

Kevin: i actually don't know why she named it that

Kevin: she never told the press and she didn't write it anywhere so

Nicky: :(

Allison: oh

Dan: sorry :(

Renee: Maybe coach knows?

Matt: maybe each letter has a meaning

Kevin: how?

Allison: endangering xylophones yearly?

Matt: EXceptional daY

Matt: and then, boom, it's about your name

Renee: Matt, I like that idea!

Dan: allison, no

Kevin: I'll have to ask coach, renee

Kevin: anyway it was always going to be her name, she invented it

Nicky: someone bring neil in so he can say something super serious about how kevin is a legendary striker whose name is already associated with exy and make us choke with emotion

Kevin: nicky….

Nicky: look it's working and he's not even there

Allison: it's the josten effect

Dan: changing your entire life's beliefs one extremely tragic remark at a time

Matt:...

Matt: someone change the subject im sad

Nicky: BIRTHDAY BASH

Kevin: oh yeah nicky asked me how i got neil's ID

Allison: and?

Kevin: i told him i signed him up for his own exynews account so he could stop hogging mine for streaming

Kevin: so i needed his name and birthday

Kevin: and then we got into an argument about date formats

Nicky: dd/mm/yy 4ever

Allison: eww

Kevin: so he sent me a pic instead of writing the date

Dan: it's the european propaganda getting to him

Kevin: i guess i really have to get him an account now

Dan: kevin i know you're entirely serious but that's so funny

Nicky: THE REST OF THE WORLD USES IT

Matt: admit it, you can't wait to go back to Germany because you secretly like the metric system

Nicky: yeah dicks sound bigger if you use centimeters

Dan: didn't need 2 know that

Nicky: not that erik needs that :)

Dan: I DON'T WANNA KNOW

Renee: ….

Matt: honestly im glad i don't understand german or i would never live down all the skyping

Dan: renee's like "can't relate" lmfao

Renee: No indeed

Allison: hell yeah that's my girlfriend

Renee: <3

Allison: hey minyard if you're secretly lurking now is the time to leave

Allison: …

Renee: No, he truly muted us earlier

Dan: are we surprised?

Renee: we'll catch him up on what we decide to do later

Renee: Nicky?

Nicky: oh, yeah!!!

Nicky: BIRTHDAY BASH

Matt: here we go again

Dan: mamma mia

#aftg #tfc #all for the game #the foxhole court #this is crack #i'm aware of that #my writing #anyway i wrote this just after waking up don't hold me accountable for anything #dan's ridiculous spelling was fun to write #ALSO did tumblr get rid of line breakers on desktop because if so i'm about to fucking RIOT #you hear me tumblr??

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listen to me - chapter 24

LISTEN TO ME — 0024

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(a/n: ok nvm what i said about posting two chapters yesterday. i said i couldn’t post today cause i’m at my grandmas farm and theres too much noise and i wouldn’t write cause of it, but i also said i had two chapters, right? then i’m just posting it right now so you guys won’t be without update, yanno? tomorrow i’ll be back home and i’ll start writing again, so don’t worry! ily <33)

If Jisung stopped and paid close attention to what he had done the day before, he'd probably have his calm image shattered and would short-circuit instantaneously. For this reason, he sought to concentrate mostly on the memory of Jinah and her memorable kiss.

Because if there was one thing he had to admit, this thing was that Choi was an incredible kisser.

Perhaps for having spent years kissing the same person, Jisung had been unaccustomed to feeling the taste and texture of other mouths. Not that he was complaining about Chaerin, but it was an indisputable fact that only a miserable peck from Jinah was able to mess up all his precepts and send his remnant of reluctance to hell.

When the girl hurried away from his house, Han stood for four full minutes standing, staring at the view that the open door faced the street ahead. His lips tingled and his heart pounded as a million different thoughts shrieked inside his head, but none of them reported any kind of disgust about the event. Suddenly, Jisung was only "angry" for one reason: Jinah had started something she didn't have the ability to finish.

It was eight or eighty, a peck could even be given in friends; if Jinah wanted to kiss him, at least she should do it right.

And she really did, so much so that Jisung lost track of almost everything when he left Choi's apartment and licked his lips, feeling the distant taste of the girl's strawberry-colored moisturizer. It was a very indistinct sensation that plagued him, which lasted until the following morning and even intensified when, after another night of slumber, he found Choi displaying her calm countenance, as always, in the college cafeteria. It wouldn't be right to say that things remained the same between the two after the last events, but Jinah didn't seem bothered or willing to act differently. This made Jisung a little more comfortable, but he had no idea that behind that carefree smile there was an uneasiness that almost bordered on agony.

Jinah wished she could've woken up as happy as she had the day before, after her lips had been gifted by Jisung's affectionate touches, but the truth was that her mood didn't last for more than three hours that s unday, given that, by checking her phone, she found a small text message in the notification bar; the content was simple, "I'm in Seoul", but it served to spread a horrible feeling of anguish through every pore of her body. She didn't have the number saved, but she remembered every digit very well. Jinah again wanted the ceiling fan to tear her head off. It wasn't possible that karma would do this to her at that point in the championship.

And she could try to hide as much as she wanted, but Jade, no matter how small the detail, knew when something was out of place.

"You're tense, unnie," — the american said. For now, there were only two of them sitting at the table, since Changbin hadn't yet appeared in the vicinity. — "Aren't you going to tell me what happened?"

"But nothing happened, I already said," — Jinah denied with a smile. She didn't want to put worries in anyone's head, she could handle her own problems. She was just too frustrated. All her effort to leave the little place where she'd grown up and face life in a big city, by herself — except for her aunt, who'd offered her a home until she completed the age of majority —, everything to leave the damned demons in the past, seemed to have been in vain. — "That's schism from your head."

"Does it have to do with Jisung?" — Jade insisted. — "It's not because I'm beginning to like him that I still don't have a little desire to slap him."

"You won't slap anyone." — Jinah grimaced. Defending your crush is essential.

"So, tell me what it is!" — the girl went through a short tantrum as she shook her own body on the bench. To her, Choi's change of mood the previous evening had been very clear. Even if Jinah tried to hide it, it was obvious that something had happened, and she could've sworn it had something to do with her phone. — "Did your parents call? Are they having a problem?"

"My parents are great."

"But if it's not Jisung or your parents, then who could it be?" — Jade asked herself more than the other and, suddenly, a specific name crossed her mind like an arrow. Her eyes searched Choi's with an almost frightening speed, and Jinah knew exactly what she was thinking. Damn, Jieun, why so smart? — "Jinah..."

"No!" — she denied in a rash way, unwillingly giving herself up. — "No, no and no, it's nothing like that."

"I don't believe..." — Jade no longer fell into Choi's lies. Taking her pains, she rested her elbows on the table and buried her face in her hands for a moment. — "What did he tell you?"

"Nothing."

"Choi Jinah," — the american said in a reprehensible tone, just as she always did when she demanded an explanation and didn't take no for an answer. Fortunately, Changbin's arrival opened a loophole for Jinah to disengage and get to her feet. If only with Jade it was being a damn pressure, she didn't want to stay to know what it would be like with Seo's help, although she couldn't run away from them forever. — "Jinah, come back!" — Kang even tried, but was promptly ignored by the other.

Sneaking up among college students, Choi only managed to let out a sigh of relief as she reached the table that Jisung, Woojin, Hyunjin, and Yoorim were sharing. She sat down next to Han and set the little cappuccino bag she had just been drinking on the top.

"Hi" — she smiled at the four of them, no one was surprised. Her approach to that group of friends had already become frequent.

"Hello" — looked like a rehearsed scene when Jisung, Yoorim and Hyunjin responded at the same time, so much so that they even giggled next. Only Woojin answered a "what's up" delayed, considering that he was finishing chewing his sandwich and wouldn't pause at a time as consecrated as that just to greet someone.

"Cappuccino, really?" — Jisung wrinkled his nose at Jinah, who held herself tightly so as not to slap him. First Han said that he didn't like cheese pizza, then did the same as animations, now wanted to imply one of her favorite drinks as well.

"You're a walking disrespect," — she replied with palpable disbelief dripping on each syllable. — "I'm not going to debate who doesn't even like coffee, you can already self-destruct."

"He's annoying" — Yoorim joined the plot. — "Not liking raisins, pickles or eggplants is one thing, but the other day he didn't want to eat french fries because it had cheddar in the middle."

"It's not my fault if it gives me heartburn." — Jisung tried to defend himself against his friend's accusations, but he couldn't get away from Jinah's incredulity.

"I'm giving you up, honestly."

"But cheddar isn't that good," — Hyunjin said. — "I mean, it's good, but a bittersweet sauce is a lot better."

"Over the chicken," — Woojin agreed with Hwang, almost salivating. — "I love the two, there are no conditions."

"Bittersweet sauce is horrible," — it was Yoorim who challenged this time and then began a discussion so potent that even Jinah and Jisung entered the middle to defend their points of view. The best part of all this was that Choi had distracted herself and kept all the worries that surrounded her in the last few hours from her mind, unlike Jade, who still made assumptions from the other side of the cafeteria.

"I'm sure that boy is chasing Jinah again," — the american snorted. She didn't even know in person the individual in question, but she could say that she hated him so bad. — "If I need to, I put the police on him myself."

"The most important is that Jinah's not alone this time" — Seo took his gaze as Choi talked and laughed with Jisung, Woojin and her new friends. They were a significant people who would certainly offer support if things went astray.

"What are those faces?" — Chan sat down beside them. In his left hand was a green apple; on the right, the phone with the messaging application open in conversation with his mother. — "Did you fight again?"

"Kim Minhwan" — was all that the girl replied, but it served to awaken a deep rancor in the blond boy. His eyes automatically searched for Jinah's whereabouts.

"What does this idiot have?"

"A willingness to get punched."

Jade's expressions were so serious that not even Josh dared to say anything as he passed the trio's table, what left Changbin intimately content.

"What did I say about aggression, love?"

"Aish, but I just can't help it!" — Jade raised her hands and dropped them in a clear sign of frustration. — "This guy is obsessive, there's no other explanation!"

"Tell me exactly what happened," — Chan asked and the american soon spoke of her remarks and Jinah's involuntary bodily responses to her questions about the subject.

A subject that, unfortunately, would become more frequent in the coming days than anyone could wish for.

(a/n: beef beef beef

making it clear that minhwan is no specific idol, because i hate distorting the personality of some little angel and making him an extremely brainless idiot, so you guys can see the extent of the damage — and help cause i always laugh when i remember saying this to a friend and she said: “ah but you coulve put seungri huh” and i said “omg yeSSS too bad that at that time i wrote this chapter he still wore a mask” ksjakshaj

changing the subject, these days i went to look at past chapters and wanted to kill myself. i found so many misspellings that i felt like the most illiterate person in the world, don't know how you guys haven't given up on me and the au yet kjshshhdgs i'm pretty blind cause i never see that i used a wrong word, or the missing words or the letters in the wrong places when i go over the chapters, i only see it later and it pisses me off. i'm sorry, really, but i corrected it already ok? and well if i got into college it was by god's miracle, who said, "go, jonathan, i'll give you a chance", not by cleverness. and the fact that english is not my first language counts as well

lastly, follow me on twitter ♡ my user is safedonghyuck, i've had it since 2017 or so idk it right, but who said i used it? i've been using it a little while ago but lately the only thing i'm finding there is fandom X vying mv views with fandom Y. i can't stand it anymore so pls SOMEBODY TALK TO MEkskjdsjjdshdsd

this is already becoming a bible so i'll say goodbye now or it'll only get worse. til the next chapter, babes. ily <33)

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Game-loading time replies!

Even though it’s gonna take me a lot longer to reply to these than it will take my game to load. :)

These are for @nuttydazesublime, @tamtam-go92, @nekosayuri, @dunne-ias, @pensblr, @alicenorthernlights-blog, @taylors-simblr, @eulaliasims, @immerso-sims, @fuzzyspork, @katatty-main, @nyshabrokeit, @mswn, @quill-of-thoth, and @worldstarsimblr Topics range from maligning AGS to custom unis to asparagus to veganism to pixel volcanoes to age mods to making Sim-life more complicated/difficult to...Well, other stuff. :)

nuttydazesublime replied to your post “OMG, I’M SO EXCITED! :D So we partied tonight and when we came home I...”

Congratulations! I had the same problem for a long time, but not any more now! Yay! :D

I am very happy. The fact that I could not create an empty neighborhood on my old machine/install was very frustrating! Especially because it worked once, using AGS, but then after building a few lots in that empty neighborhood it suddenly decided to add the AL stealth hood when I loaded it once, and then after that whenever I attempted to make an empty neighborhood, it would “Create Magic.” And if I made a regular new neighborhood, it would “Create Magic” twice. So somehow, somewhere, there was a second AL stealth hood template that got created I-don’t-know-how, but damned if I could find it. My game sure could, though. :\ But, new machine, new install and AGS is never coming within 100 miles of my game ever again. Sorry to folks who might not have all EPs (Mac users, especially), but...nope. Nope nope nope.

dunne-ias replied to your post “OMG, I’M SO EXCITED! :D So we partied tonight and when we came home I...”

we need more custom unis!

tamtam-go92 replied to your post “OMG, I’M SO EXCITED! :D So we partied tonight and when we came home I...”

I agree with ias!

I agree, too...but I’m not sure I should be the one making them, at least not to share. I can’t build anything attractive yet remotely complicated without CC for the life of me, and no-CC is really the way to go for this sort of thing. Also, these are going to be built specifically to play my crazy college scheme, with playable classroom buildings and whatnot, so I’m not sure that they’d be appealing for other playing styles. But if I manage to create anything that wouldn’t be a galaxy-sized pain in the ass to share...I’ll share.

nekosayuri replied to your post “OMG, I’M SO EXCITED! :D So we partied tonight and when we came home I...”

Now I'm curious about the thing you wanted to check out!

Well, it was something that could be considered of a rather “adult” nature, so I didn’t want to link directly or anything. (Not that I think genitalia of either type by themselves without anything sexy happening are necessarily “adult,” but a lot Americans people do, so...yeah.) But basically? Much better-looking pixel penises. As a person who likes anatomical accuracy, I was very excited and wanted to see how they looked in my game, so before I napped, I went off and had my playable dudes in the “downtown thing” neighborhood take a shower so I could adjust ‘em a bit. :) (And yes, they are AMAZING. A huge improvement over Crammyboy’s, even though they have fewer options.)

pensblr replied to your photo “This seems to work, so… OK, so here’s the deal. To sum up a long post...”

Have been happily using Hat's mod for a couple of years now, and tweaked it as well after a few months of it being installed. While I wanted adults to have more time (so that I could sort of create a middle-age span), the elder span was just way too long for my taste. Now, don't get me wrong, I enjoy playing all of the life stages, but, yeah... elders were shaved down to a max of 50 days. Overall, I love how Hat's mod can be easily tweaked to suit one's own game.

Yeah, aging mods are just about the easiest thing in the world to make, if you can run SimPE. Heck, they’re easier to make than walls/floors! :) The trick, of course, is modding the ACR controller if you use ACR. Then you have to muck about with its BHAVs to adjust fertility curves to match your new lifespans, and since I don’t understand BHAVs, that intimidates me. But since I realized I didn’t have to alter the ACR controller...Yeah, easy-peasy. :)

tamtam-go92 replied to your post “Lately, me=long text posts. Sorry. :)”

I also saw that mod, and I would really like to have an age mod (this was the one thing I loved about TS3!) But I always saw the transition to elder in their mid 50s. I don't use ACR so the natural occuring infertility of female sims one week (I think) before they age up would be perfect. I would really like an age mod that was that way, but I really have no Idea how to do such things (I can't even make Simpe work for me '-_-)

Hey, if you want a specific age mod, feel free to hit me up! :) I can certainly make one for you, since you don’t use ACR. :) You’ll just have to tell me exactly how long you want each non-elder lifestage to be and about how long you want the elder one to be. (It’s not an exact science, with elders. :) ) Like I said, easiest thing in the world...If you can get SimPE to run.

That being said, most people who have problems with it are running the UC. If that’s you, then a good place to ask for help is MTS’s help forum. Maybe Leefish, too, if you’re a member there.

alicenorthernlights-blog replied to your photo “lowedeus: MAXIS HOOD DECO CATTAILS Thickets of cattail (Typha,...”

I would like to have some nice realistic looking volcanoes as deco.

Are you aware of these? They’re deco volcanoes converted from Castaway. IMO, the two larger sizes are too large, and all are a little pointier than they should be. (Volcanoes are generally rounder on top, from accumulated lava flows. Heck, mountains in general aren’t that pointy.) But I have used the “dwarf” size (which are still pretty big) to pretty good effect, especially when they’re half-sunken into the terrain.

nekosayuri replied to your post “The college madness continues. :)”

I love everything about this! So thought out and complicated! Feels kinda like my (Sims) life right now with all the stuff I'm trying to do, but one thing I wanna take from this for my game is making more use of Sims' interests and their actual personalities to decide what will happen with them. For born-in-game, this would be even more fun :D...

Yeah, that was actually one of two “I need to do this better” goals with this “downtown” scenario I’ve been dreaming up as I play it. I wanted to incorporate both hobbies (which I’ve never really done a WHOLE lot with) and interests (which I’ve never done ANYTHING with) into my playing somehow. Interests still aren’t very integrated into regular playing yet, but they will definitely be things of consideration for the spawn of the founders of the scenario, who will be the first eligible for uni. The first of those is 4 or 5 days away from childhood, so I’ll start thinking about her “path” then, seeing where her interests/hobbies lie and how that might dictate how I’ll play her. (I don’t really “play” toddlers much. They run pretty much 100% on free will, only interrupted to attend to their motives or for a parent to teach them the skills the toddler wants.)

taylors-simblr replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

Sounds great, I’m always after more pasta sauce recipes :) and asparagus is awesome, we had it for dinner, it was the only thing on the plate that daughter ate, despite there also being pineapple, sweet corn and sugar snap peas to pick from

I’m frankly astonished that your daughter picked asparagus over sweet corn! It has that bit of a bitter taste that I would’ve thought would turn off toddlers, whereas corn and pineapple are just flat-out sugar. (Peas at least have some protein. :) ) So good on her for her good taste! :D

eulaliasims replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

Yum, thanks for the link! Almond milk is what I drink normally, so I'm intrigued to try it in a sauce. :D

It works well! I think the key is to slowly add the flour as it reduces. I kinda dumped most of it in in one go, and the sauce came out a little thicker than I would have liked, but I didn’t want to dilute it. (It was still good, though!) Next time, I’ll add it in smaller increments along with the incremental additions of the milk. I’m also going to try cashew milk instead of almond next time, since it’s thicker/creamier to start with.

immerso-sims replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

I love asparagus, so will try to make this :) I always do a pureed pea & roasted asparagus soup. Yum!

Cream of Roasted Asparagus is my very favorite soup! :D I never thought to add peas, though. It’s an interesting idea. I imagine it’d be a little sweeter than asparagus alone. Also more nutritious which is always a good thing. :)

fuzzyspork replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

I have a mini food processor whose soul purpose is for mincing garlic because I hate doing it by hand! (okay, I also use the mini processor for mincing hot peppers and chopping small amounts of nuts and sometimes emulsifying mayo and... a lot of stuff I guess)

Yeah, but then you gotta wash the food processor. *whine* :)

I hate washing up. Even with a dishwasher I hate washing up. Especially since we don’t use the dishwasher a lot. Since it’s just the two of us, unless we’re cooking a big, elaborate meal, it takes forever to fill the thing up, and it’s such a waste of water to run it less-than-full, especially since we’re in a state of extreme drought here. :p So, yeah, gimme my tubes of garlic paste! *laugh* I am totally that lazy!

dunne-ias replied to your link “Vegan Lemon Asparagus Pasta | Minimalist Baker Recipes”

even non-vegans can use plant based milk and nutritional yeast :P #milkisforbabies this sounds delicious though!

#milkisforbabyCOWS, even. :)

But yeah, you’re right. I’ve made vegan stuff -- chili, mostly -- that was loved by people who would run screaming for the hills if they were told it was vegan. :) But when it comes to cooking for themselves, non-vegans are far more likely to have cow milk on hand than non-dairy milk, unless they happen to be lactose intolerant. And even then they’re more likely to have that cow-milk-with-predigested-lactose crap instead. *eye roll* And I’ve yet to meet a non-vegan who’s even heard of nutritional yeast, much less had any on hand. :)

nyshabrokeit replied to your post “So. I now have a list of 18 custom Uni majors that I want to make....”

They're easy peasy! ;)

Yeah, I made one just to test out the process and...Very easy! I haven’t tested it in-game yet, but I can’t see why it wouldn’t work. Thank you for that tute! :D

quill-of-thoth replied to your post “Does anyone out there...”

I don't have it, but I use magazines to adjust interests to see if my sims are a good match, and I'll probably use them to increase interests when sim kids have the appropriate "traits"

Well, I can now confirm that the mod works in an all EP/SPs game, but I’m not sure the magazines are working as they should. :/ But I should probably make a separate post asking others about how they work in their game rather than burying it in this wall o’ text. :)

mswn replied to your photo “iCad Does Brainstorming AKA: Curse you, @dunne-ias!! So, Dunne-ias...”

‘If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great.’ :p

OMG I LOVE THAT MOVIE! Even though I think baseball is the third-most-boring-game/sport ever (after cricket and golf), I love that movie. And that -- Not “There’s no crying in baseball!” -- is my favorite line from it because it is so very true.

worldstarsimblr replied to your photo “iCad Does Brainstorming AKA: Curse you, @dunne-ias!! So, Dunne-ias...”

I love it! I would definitely like to implement this into my gameplay! Also about the custom careers, mog has that mod that has all the jobs appear on the job board as well as I think Monique's computer (could be wrong) but yeah I love Mogs job board because you're right, they won't ever find a job with the computer or newspaper

Oh, yeah, I have that job board...although I’m more likely to just assign careers using the Sim Blender, where any custom ones you have will show, too, but one of the rules of this particular scenario is that jobs must be found in the newspaper. Just the newspaper, not even on a computer, where you get five possibilities instead of three, AND they’re not allowed to take any other job than the one they have an LTW for. It’s because the whole point of this scenario is to make things harder and to use money a little more realistically than I usually do. But this is partly why it’s age-modded because, even without eleventy billion custom careers, it sometimes takes a long time for a Sim’s desired career to show in the newspaper. Like, one of the founders of the scenario JUST got hers, in the Artist career...after checking the newspaper every single morning for 5.5 seasons, which is just about the length of the normal adult lifestage. (Yay, maybe now she can stop being homeless! She’s the last of the four who still is. I mean, talk about your “starving artists!” Knowing her luck, though, she’ll get fired on a chance card and have to start all over. :) )

dunne-ias replied to your photo “iCad Does Brainstorming AKA: Curse you, @dunne-ias!! So, Dunne-ias...”

ooooh this is way more ambitious than what I do, but I LOOOOVE IT and would very much appreciate a peek at the spreadsheet when you're done with it!

I will definitely share it when it’s all done. Some of the “requirements” I’m imposing rely on some mods/modded objects I use (Like Monique’s computer, for its article-writing function), but generally speaking it’ll be pretty applicable to even a “vanilla” game. Very complicated, though. But I like complicated. :)

eulaliasims replied to your photoset “EDIT: Oops, I noticed that the file for the Butterfly machine doesn’t...”

Dude, *every* time I send a sim to the gym, I think about how annoying it is that NPCs hog the treadmills and ignore everything else. Thanks for the fix! It's dearly appreciated.

You’re welcome! And yeah, I thought the very same thing and finally got off my butt and fixed it! :)

Although...in my game, at least, the visitors still seem to avoid the “multipress” machine, and I can’t figure out why. They love the separate bench press/butterfly/leg extension machines, but not the “combo” one. Don’t know if I boo-boo’ed or if there’s other things going on in its programming. Let me know if you experience the same thing.

katatty-main replied to your photoset “EDIT: Oops, I noticed that the file for the Butterfly machine doesn’t...”

thanks for this! i've been filling all my gyms with nothing but tredmills because of this problem, now my sims can finally use the other equipment!

Yeah, I’d do the same thing. And even so my playables hardly ever got to use the treadmills because the non-playables wouldn’t leave them alone! I still don’t understand Maxis’s logic with this at all... But, y’know, screw Maxis. :)

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imagine-wannaone · 6 years

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Lee Daehwi Super Powers Au

Waddup So this was written yesterday and idk whether to do a powers au so I guess this is just a try??

In other news I got Seventeens new album for my bday today and got The8 i am blessed. Anywhere, here we go. also pls tell me if I need to tag any triggers, I’m not great at this stuff whoops.

• Lemme get one thing straight, you didn’t want to use your ability for bad, • It just kinda happened that you became a theif, • You were trapped, • You were a teen when you got dragged into a whole mess of a gang, when you went to take out a loan to pay for treatment for your brother’s illness, • Because your brother was the most important thing to you but your family couldn’t afford his treatment, • But you didn’t realise the loan company was actually kinda not a company and you had just officially ruined your life,

• With gastronomic Interest, you had to pay them back the money with no way of being able to do it, • Read the small print y'all, • So they offered you another option: you hated it but there was no other way to help your brother, and they threatened to cut your brother’s treatment if you stepped out of line, • And in a world made with certain people who had abilities, they made sure to utilize yours, • Aka the ability to change your appearance and voice to fit it, • They had you as a thief, and with your skill and ability you quickly became notorious around the city, • Which made you extremely paranoid, causing you to constantly switch appearances, • I don’t mean switching looks every minute or something bizarre, • I mean you never showed your true appearance anymore, you were always someone else and started to panic at the thought of people seeing the real you, • So you stayed in your place by day planning heists the gang had sent you to do, and went on the missions by night, • And you hated everything about the way you lived, but you knew your brother was getting better, so you kept at it, • The gang sent you a particularly dangerous heist one night, and you did not think it was a wise idea at all, • Like there were shit tonnes of guards and cameras and the switch overs were smooth and the codes hard to crack, • As a thief, you were known to be able to go in and out before anyone would even realise anything was gone, shifting into guards or ceo’s or customers, • And you trained your ability to perfection, having no flaws in your transformation and being able to quickly switch features, • A master™ • But you plan this near impossible heist anyway because you have to, you have everything to lose, • And while bits of the heist are a bit by chance or freestyle, • You hate yourself for being quite confidant, as always, • But heists had started going wrong lately, • A guard unconvinced and almost omniscient, • Or the whole place closed for a day as if they already knew, • Little things going wrong preventing the heists and causing them to go wrong, • You didn’t know how because they were all planned to perfection, but something was happening, • You heard whispers of a mole but no one ever told you anything so you had no idea really, • So you’re dropped off by the usual gruff looking men who are going to wait down the street, safe for them, • You where dressed as a medium height middle aged woman with brown hair, trying to blend in with the people around you,

• Like a chameleon damn, • You float into the bank and act naturally, milling around the atm’s and looking at posters, • A boy around your actual age seems to keep glancing at you, which sets your nerves off, • Not only is he cute, it’d be insanely weird for someone his age to be staring at a middle aged lady, • You try to sway away from his prying eyes and keep your heart at normal pace and prevent your hands shaking, • You always got nerves before a heist and this dude really wasn’t helping, • At all, • Smh doesn’t he know it’s rude to stare? • You’re nearly set on going over there and telling him yourself, but with your ‘can I see the manager’ hair style you play your role and send him a disapproving mum glare and shake you head, moving on, • Perfect, v realistic, • But the dude doesn’t stop sending u shady side eyes, so you decide to get the hell on with it, • So your eyes scan the floor before slipping into a side door, • Smooth as always, might I add, • You change your appearance quickly into a guard and take out a hand mirror quickly to check that you’re perfect, • Indeed you are perfect,

•You were about to take off down the hall when the door slides open again, • You’re about to get into character when the boy from earlier locks eyes with you and lunges, • You dodge as quick as a whippet and a fight™ ensues, • You can tell idk how to write a fight omg, • DW I’ll get better, • You’re both incredibly good to the point you defo know this ain’t just a usual kid who’s taken some martial arts classes, • Because as soon as you dodge one punch and throw your own, he’s dodged that and is launching another assault with a knee or elbow,

• He keeps saying something along the line of 'Stop I’m trying to help’ but you ain’t buying no shady nonsense, • And you’re both getting pretty beaten, bruises and small cuts appearing, a bloody nose or a broken finger, • But shit really hits the fan when a guard comes round the corner and then you’re both in for it, • You’re internally having a meltdown you’ve never had to deal with this before, • And then your tryna fight the boy and the guards and - shit, • A bullet grazes your leg but it instantly burns and shocks you to hell, • Your appearance flickers before returning to the middle aged lady aka the wrong disguise, who0ps, • Your leg burns and the shock throws you off balance long enough for the boy to wrap an arm around your shoulder and have you against a wall in a second, • You’re about to swing your leg back to hit him when chloroform and damn you’re out cold, • Actually outraged in your knocked out state, • Who DaRe? • Like you don’t blame them, you’re a damn thief, tbh you’d probs knock yourself out if you were in their situation, • but hOw DaRe tHey? • And you’re defo worried about who just chloroformed you but whatever, • Idek if you can think all this while passed out but you find a way, • You wake up with someone’s hand on your forehead and you stay still, trying to gather your bearings and figure stuff out before you let them know you’re awake, • I mean the hand thing is so weird but you deal with it you til you gather that your head’s also in someone’s lap and your skin is tingling and you decide this is very weird, • I mean not a hard conclusion to come to but a conclusion all the same, • You slowly open one eye and wow, • Bright lights, • But you soldier through it and stare straight ahead at the face of the boy ahead of you, • You’re about to jump out of your skin but the boys eyes are closed and he looks so peaceful with flawless skin and a slight frown, his brow creased in concentration, • And then you realise your leg doesn’t burn and your hand and knuckles don’t scream like they did before you dropped, • And you realise he’s someone like you, he’s a healer, • And it makes your heart fly with joy, you’ve found someone else with an ability and all of a sudden you feel safer, • Especially because he’s a healer, • But then your eyes trail to your arm and your body and all the safety is thrown away, • You have no disguise, no fake face or fake voice; it’s purely you and it makes you dizzy and sick, • He must sense your panic because his eyes crack open and he smiles widely at you, removing his hand from your forehead, • Wow his smile settles your heart and warms your cheeks, • A million questions run through your foggy brain, where are we and what happened? Who is he and why is he so cute? Where’s the boy from before and what’s going to happen when your former gang know you’re not with them? • “Y/N, right? I’m Daehwi, and give me a sec and I’ll tell you all the gossip,” • While his soft voice is calming when you sit up, a wave of dizziness hits you like a wrecking ball ridden by Miley cirus • (Wow my pop culture references about 5 years too late), •But despite your swimming head you quickly change your skin, opting for the first thing you can think of, which happens to be Daehwi, • You change your hair quickly and alter your face and body to match his within seconds, • You’re kinda embarrassed that you just changed into him but you’re panicking, • While the boy next to you may have seen your face, you’d prefer if no one else would, • “That’s increadible,” • The look on Daehwi’s face, as well has his bubbly laugh, makes you flush but you’re heart is still beating a mile a minute and your chest feels a little too tight, • “While that’s really cool, and I’m really flattered, I thought your natural face was much prettier,” • Your face (or is it Daehwi’s?) blushes violently at the comment but the fact you don’t look like yourself calms you a little, • “A healer, then?” • You ask simply to change the subject, although it’s pretty obvious at this point, • “Yep, not one of the coolest abilities but pretty handy. You’re obviously a shape shifter, damn the whole city knows you’re a shape shifter, but seeing it myself, damn, it’s way cooler than I thought” • He talks in such a laid back manner, leaning back onto his hands, his whole presence relaxing, • He really suits his ability, • “I think healing’s the best ability, you get to help,” • Your voice is quiet but your words are the truth, and you can see Daehwi’s about to reply when the door swings open and the boy from earlier wonders in, doing a double take at the two Daehwi’s sat on the bed and sighing before dropping down into a nearby chair, • He’s hardly met you and he’s already done with your shit lmao, • But you’re eyeing him suspiciously because this guy FRICKEN chloroformed you and you still have no answers as to what the hell is going when he launched into a Hella Long explanation, • To put it simply,

• Daehwi and the boy, Guanlin, are part of an organisation that rescue abilities from sticky situations and tries to stop the people with abilities for using them nastily, • (Avengers who?) • There was indeed a mole in your gang as they planned to rescue you whilst intercepting a heist of yours, • They didn’t expect you to fight so defiantly back but I mean, • So then you explain that you’re really not nasty, I mean you used to put milk in before your cereal but yOu’vE cHanGeD, • You explain your situation and they agreed that they’ll see what they can do for your brother and you feel like you might cry because this is too good to be true, • Half convinced this is some awful experiment or teasing you, • So you spend a few days in the room you wake up in, just in case, in which you discover is actually Daehwi’s room, • Which is kinda awkward, • But you honestly can’t ask for a better first friend in the base they have there, • Daehwi is oh so patient, painfully so, encouraging you to take your time and helps introduce you to the many people in the base, most of which have powers themselves which blows your mind a little

• You’ve never seen so many abilities, • And it takes you a while to trust Guanlin, but as soon as you do you realise he’s just a goof and you apologise endlessly for hurting him, • And you start helping out at the base, doing small missions to help others by using your ability, • And it feels good, • Especially when you can come back to Daehwi at the end of the day and laugh and relax into the night, • And you visit your brother for a very emotional reunion and he’s getting better and life just seems to be good,

• And in the middle of it all is Daehwi, who you would trust with your life, • I mean he is a healer many people trust him with their lives,

• So you’re sat in his room (or your now shared one - you refuse to sleep anywhere else, feeling unsafe) chatting into the night, • When you both reach a lull in conversation, • “Y/N, why do you never walk, or sleep, or eat, or live in your normal skin?” • The question is so out of the blue that your eyes snap to his, • Which rest on you, • They always rest on you, • And you try to figure out a way to say it without feeling stupid, • Because in your mind it is a whole concept and fear, but there aren’t enough words to describe how you feel, and to condense your thoughts into words belittles them endlessly, • “It’s scary, showing your true self. I used to fear people would recognise me and arrest me, for being a thief, but nowadays it’s almost as if I don’t trust people enough. Enough to see my face,” • You pick your words carefully but still feel as if it’s a weak excuse, • “You don’t trust me, y/n?” • His words shock you, make you question yourself, and you look into those soft, open eyes and brace yourself, •You know he’s right as you relax, completely relax for the first time in years, letting all of your facade melt away to show your true skin, your true eyes, your true being, • And there’s something in Daehwi’s eyes that you love as he looks at your pure self,

• You feel insanely exposed but Daehwi himself settles you, • And you know you no longer need to hide yourself from Daehwi anymore when he leans over, wrapping an arm around your real hips, • Cups the back of your head, • And gently smiles and he places his lips on your real ones,

#lee daehwi #daehwi #i always get confused with his name lmao #wanna one #ww1 #pd 101 #produce 101 #imagines #scenarios #headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #superpower au #power au #abilities #wanna one scenario #wanna one imagines #og admin

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blinder-secrets · 7 years

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Dizzy Spell - Michael Gray

85,75,1 with Michael, if you could? I hope you still write cause omg I just found you and ilysm?

Winter evenings were deceptive. They were cold, and dark, giving their will to the night before they’d even properly begun. You knew it was only seven, but it felt like midnight as you stood there, shivering on the corner with your coat pulled tight. Your friend was late, as she always was, and you were swiftly giving up hope. C’mon, Alice, where are you? You stared in the direction you expected her to come from, hoping to see her figure in the darkness but finding nothing.

Fuck this.

Turning on heel, you headed toward the closest source of warmth: a pub. The Garrison to be specific, a place you’d always walked past but never thought to visit yourself. With icy fingertips and little patience, now was a better time than any to change that.

As you drew closer, like a disgruntled moth to the warm flame of cheap liquor, you couldn’t help but notice the lack of drunkards drifting in and out of the Garrison’s doors. Oddly quiet for a Friday night.

With a gentle push, you entered, immediately feeling the relief of warmth. You were still smiling from the satisfaction of it when you opened the second, interior door, into the pub.

Oh my God. The smile dropped quickly as you laid eyes on the scene before you.

Against the bar, two men were fighting. Or rather, one man was, the other having seemingly lost already. He slumped, held up only by the hold of the winning man, who lifted his knee repeatedly into his victim.

The rest of the room was a state, a temporary limbo of recovering brawlers and groaning losers. A mess of blood and sweat. There were seven men in total, three standing and four either writhing in pain, or slumped, immobile and silent.

Your heart hammered against your ribs, as if screaming get out of here, but your feet stayed weighted to the ground. You hadn’t even noticed the shocked gasp that burst from your mouth.

The closest man to you spun at the sound. He was your age, handsome despite his dishevelment, and panting heavily. His once pristinely smart clothes were scruffy and speckled with blood. You were sure you’d seen him before: Matthew, was it? Martin?

He stared at you, apparently just as shocked to see you, as you had been to walk in on this...mess.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he spoke quickly, as if attempting to still a storm before it had even brewed, “but you need to leave.”

You were glued to the spot, your eyes wide and wandering.

The man by the bar stopped his assault, allowing the now unconscious man to slump to the floor.

“Michael, I thought I told you to lock the fucking door,” he barked, spit flying from under his thick moustache.

“I thought I did,” Michael snapped, never once pulling his eyes from you.

The moustached man laughed, a sound which twisted in your stomach. How could you laugh after beating a man so brutally?

“Sorry darlin’,” he held his arms wide, “we’re closed.”

You felt sick. The whole place stank of liquor and pain, and he was joking, teasing.

Michael was still looking to you, in fact he was walking toward you, attempting to usher you from the pub. “Come on. Please, just go,” he said softly, in a voice unfitting of his current, post-violent state.

You stepped backwards, your gaze falling upon a man lying just meters from you. His eyes were open, staring, his mouth agape with a trail of blood leaking from its corner. “Is he,” you stuttered, pointing to him, “is he dead?”

You couldn’t look away from him. His eyes. His skin. Your head began to fill with hot, white noise. It swamped your mind and ears, ringing over every other sound in the room.

Dead.

You swayed.

Dead.

Dizziness took a hold of you and sent you tumbling into darkness...

The ceiling above was unfamiliar: a dark, painted wood, stained by years of exposure to tobacco. You blinked a few times, making sure you weren’t still dreaming. Nope, it’s real. You were lay down against what felt like a wooden bench, with a lumpy excuse of a pillow propping your head up.

Groaning, you lifted a hand to your brow. What happened?

“Thank fuck.” Michael. He’s here? “I was starting to worry you’d never come around.”

You sat up slowly, still rubbing at your forehead, too disorientated to be embarrassed. Michael was sat opposite you, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together anxiously.

“What...” you began, not even bothering to complete your question.

He was dressed in just his shirt and braces, missing the waistcoat and blazer he had been wearing previously. Did he? You looked to your lumpy pillow, finding it to be his clothing, folded up and wedged against the bench.

“You fainted,” Michael said, replying to the query you’d abandoned. “Straight into my arms.

You stayed silent, looking around the small room in a daze.

“You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” He laughed faintly, trying and failing to make light of the situation.

“I fainted?” You’d never fainted in your life. Why on Earth... “Oh my god!” You snapped your gaze to Michael, who was watching you with ever increasing concern. “The man-”

“He wasn’t dead.”

“He wasn’t?”

Michael shook his head. “I helped him walk out of here myself.”

“Emphasis on the helped?”

He smirked. “That’s one way of saying it.”

You nodded slightly. That was reassuring to hear, but only just. You’d still seen something you’d never really wanted to see. You didn’t even know Michael and you’d fainted into his arms at the mere sight of it.

Your face began to flush. There’s that embarrassment you thought you’d escaped.

“Are you alright?” he questioned gently, having noticed you slip into silence.

God. His concern only made your cheeks grow hotter.

“I’m fine,” you lied, “just a bit confused.”

You offered him a weak smile, which he met with a warm one.

He really was handsome.

In your absence, he’d tidied himself up. His hair was neatly in place, his face clean of perspiration. And when he smiled, dimples pressed themselves into his clean-shaven cheeks. In any other circumstances you’d have felt blessed to be speaking with him, to have earned his attention long enough to hold a conversation. But now? Now his attentiveness made you squirm. He’d seen you at your most vulnerable, he’d caught you when you’d fainted and he’d carried you... Oh god, he’d carried you.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Michael had lowered his head slightly to try and catch your eyes, which pointed to the floor.

You shook your head. You weren’t even sure you could stand.

“Do you want me to leave?”

You could hear the reluctance in his voice. He hadn’t wanted to offer that, but he did regardless, out of politeness you supposed.

“No,” you answered, before you’d even really considered it. “I’d like you to stay, if you could.”

“Of course.” He fell quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry you had to see all that.”

You didn’t want to think about it. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. I never-”

“Can we not talk about something else?” You interrupted, feeling your stomach twisting again. “Sorry, I’d just rather pretend it never happened.”

Michael nodded and another short silence fell upon the pair of you.

Your mind drifted to Alice. Guilt seeped into you as you thought of her, standing there in the cold for however long you’d been gone. You groaned, leaning your face into your hands.

“This is so embarrassing.”

“You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed of...” Michael trailed off, looking to you with a bemused glint in his eye. “I just realised I don’t even know your name.”

You snorted a laugh before telling him.

His face warmed, lips lifting into an easy smile. “And a lovely name it is.”

#michael gray #michael gray x reader #peaky blinders imagine #michael gray imagine #Michael Shelby #hope this is okay my lovely #i rolled them all into one x #long post #mine #also ily2 #also god why do i write every single thing in the garrison im so samey samey loool

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imagineproduce101 · 7 years

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New Beginnings

On your first day of college, you’re introduced to Kim Jonghyun, a kind third-year student. As your time in university progresses, you experience many of your college “firsts” with him, leading you to fall for the junior.

ft. yuehua sprouts as your best friends (pls ignore their ages omg)

also if i ever do the frat au series, it will be in the same universe as this fic

4.5 k words

warnings for alcohol, drugs, attempted use of date-rape drugs

You sighed, staring at the pamphlet in your slightly shaking hand before glancing around quickly. It was the first day of college, and you were supposed to be meeting your mentor/guide for the first time; he was thirty minutes late.

“Um, excuse me?” A kind voice asked you from behind the student services desk. A tall guy stood there, dressed in a black t-shirt and ripped black jeans. His black ensemble was complimented with, you guessed it, black hair. “Did you need something?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, scrambling to show him the paper with your mentor assignment, “I was supposed to meet my mentor here, like, half an hour ago, but he isn’t here.”

The guy glanced at the paper with a frown. When he saw who your mentor was, he sighed and shook his head, tsk-ing under his breath.

“I can try giving him a call if you’d like?” The guy offered, “I’m pretty close with him. What time’s your first class?”

You checked your timetable first and then your watch, wincing. “Fifteen minutes?”

The guy shook his head again, pulling his phone out and punching something into it, lifting it to his ear. The phone rang a few times before someone picked up. “Minki, where are you?...No, it’s your first day of mentoring! The poor girl’s been waiting for half an hour, where the hell are you?.... You’re what? How much did you drink last night?..... Minki, really?” He waited for the person to hang up before turning to you with an amused grin.

“Looks like I’ll be taking you to your first class,” he said, walking around the desk that he’d been working at. “Hyung, cover for me!” He yelled to the back, taking your timetable gently. “I’m Kim Jonghyun, a third year student here.”

“(Y/n),” you introduced yourself, “I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but why isn’t my mentor here?”

Jonghyun gave you a crooked smile, “he’s uh, he’s still drunk from the night before. To be honest, I’m surprised he’s even in this mentor program to begin with.”

“Oh,” you’d obviously heard stories about the amount of drinking that happened in college, but to still be drunk the next morning? That was a lot of alcohol.

“Anyways, your first class is in the West Building,” Jonghyun said, heading out of the student services office. You hurried to follow, feeling a bit nervous about your first day at college. “So, are you staying on campus or are you a commuter student?”

“Oh, I’m on campus,” you replied, “I’ve been here for about two weeks getting settled in.”

“How do you like it so far?” Jonghyun asked casually, turning the corner. Someone riding a skateboard at a very high speed was barreling down the sidewalk, so he guided you to the side.

“It’s nice,” you nodded, trying to memorize the way that Jonghyun was taking you, “I like the atmosphere, but the food in the cafeteria sucks.”

“And your roommates?” You appreciated Jonghyun carrying on the conversation—it helped distract you from the fact that this was your first college class.

You shrugged at that question, “they’re nice, but they knew each other from high school, so I’m a bit left out.”

“Ah,” Jonghyun nodded, “Yeah, my first year, I was roommates with Minki and this other super weird guy, Taemin. Taemin, I dunno what the hell happened to him, he’s probably dealing weed to freshmen or something, but Minki and I ended up renting an apartment off-campus with three other guys.”

“That’s cool,” you remarked, impressed. Maybe what people said was true—maybe you did make your closest friends in college.

“Well, here you are,” Jonghyun gestured up at the huge brick building, ivy creeping up its sides, “the lecture hall will be impossible to miss, when you enter, the door is right across the way.”

“Thank you,” you said quickly, accepting your timetable from him, “I know you didn’t have to take me to class, but I appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble,” Jonghyun smiled at you easily, “and if Minki ever doesn’t show up or anything, you can just ask me for help. Here—“ he produced a pen from his pocket and scrawled his number on the back of your timetable. “Good luck on your first day of classes, (y/n)!”

“Thank you!” You said again, heading inside the lecture hall.

You were eating lunch with Lee Euiwoong, a guy from your Film and Cinematography through History class, when Choi Minki first made his dramatic appearance into your life.

“Oh my god, I’ve finally found you!” Minki shrieked, giving you a huge hug. Euiwoong, who appeared to be a fairly low-key guy, stared at you in shock. “I’m Choi Minki, your mentor.”

“Ah, it’s nice to meet you, sunbae,” you said quickly, getting out of your seat to bow. Minki shook it off.

“If we’re gonna be mentor-mentee, we can speak informally,” Minki smiled at you, “you can just call me oppa!”

“Alright then,” you muttered, turning back to your sandwich. After even just half a day of meeting new people and introducing yourself, you were exhausted.

“So, how have your classes been going?” Minki asked, starting on his own lunch, tuna kimbap.

“Okay,” you shrugged, “they’re all pretty boring, since it’s the general ed classes.”

“That’s how it is,” Minki said sympathetically, “who’s your friend?”

You were a bit surprised that Minki seemed to be able to talk closely with you. “Ah, this is Lee Euiwoong.”

“Nice to meet you,” Minki smiled widely, “wow, first years are getting smaller and smaller, huh?”

Euiwoong glared at you as you started snickering. “No, Euiwoong’s just short.”

“Well, it’s a cute look,” Minki declared, reaching over to ruffle Euiwoong’s black hair.

“So, oppa, what are you majoring in?” You asked curiously before taking a large bite of your sandwich.

“Fashion design,” Minki said happily, reaching in his backpack to show you and Euiwoong some sketches, “it’s my dream to own and design for an international house.”

“Wow, these are really good,” Euiwoong commented, flipping through the sketchbook. You leaned over his shoulder, mirroring his impressed comments. The sketches were angular, with bold colors that seemed to mesh well together, in combinations and styles you’d never even dreamed of.

“Minki, you’ve already adopted some children?”

You looked up to see quite possibly one of the scariest guys you’d seen in your life. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular frame. Stubble decorated his jawline. Minki turned around, giving the guy a smile.

“Dongho, your class is done already?” He asked, patting the seat next to him. The guy—Dongho—nodded, setting his tray of food down. “This is Euiwoong and (y/n), they’re both freshmen.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dongho said, voice muffled by the mouthful of rice. You winced at the few grains that fell from his mouth, his cool, tough-guy image instantly shattered by the way he started coughing, obviously choking on the rice. Minki just clicked his tongue, turning back to his food.

“Oh, Jonghyun,” Dongho waved his arms around once he’d swallowed the rice and stopped making weird choking noises. You followed his line of sight to see Jonghyun chatting with another guy, who was also extremely handsome.

“Geez, it’s like they’re the We’re-Too-Handsome-For-Words club or something,” Euiwoong muttered to you, making you snort. Jonghyun approached the table and took a seat, smiling at you.

“Jonghyun, Minyun, this is Euiwoong and (y/n),” Minki said, waving a hand at the two of you.

“Minki, I’m aware,” Jonghyun said with a crooked smile, “I was the one to take (y/n) to her first class.”

As Jonghyun and Minki started to bicker lightheartedly, Euiwoong sent you a look, wiggling his eyebrows.

“This is the guy?” He whispered, smirking. You may or may not have gushed to Euiwoong and your other friends about the super cute guy who had taken you to your first class of the day.

You’d met Euiwoong and his incredibly rambunctious friends during freshmen orientation, and fortunately had several classes with at least one of them. The six of you even had a katalk group chat, spamming each other with memes and ugly selfies, or in Justin Huang’s case, attempts at ugly selfies that were never actually ugly because he was way too handsome.

“So (y/n), how were your classes?” Jonghyun, who had taken the seat next to you, asked you, starting on his own food.

You told him about your classes, Euiwoong butting in occasionally.

“Hey, (y/n),” Minki turned from Dongho to you, “do you have any idea what extra-curriculars you’d want to do?”

You shrugged, “honestly, I was hoping to get a job at the campus café. I had a job at a café back in high school, so I know how to work espresso machines and such.” Minki gasped dramatically, wiping fake tears from his eyes.

“You truly are my mentee,” he sighed, patting his chest, “I happen to also work at the campus café, so I totally have the hook-up for that job.”

“Minki, isn’t that kind of abusing your position?” Minhyun asked, having watched this whole exchange in mild amusement.

“No!” Minki retorted, sniffing, “I would call it putting in a good word for my beloved dongsaeng.”

Slowly, you settled into the routine of the college lifestyle. You spent most of your time outside of class either at the café or in Euiwoong, Hyeongseop and Seunghyuk’s dorm, since their RA was pretty chill with the whole guys and girls separated in the dorms. Hyeongseop may have also told the RA that you were his adopted sister, but that was none of your business.

The café was also pretty chill. Your shift was the closing one with Minki, and he managed the cashier while you made drinks. Sometimes, Euiwoong (the most studious of your group) would stop by and study at the café for a bit. Jonghyun, you noticed, was also a frequent regular of the café, and would often be there even before your shift started. He’d explained one time that his own apartment was way too noisy to actually be able to concentrate in.

“Plus,” he’d explained with a sheepish grin, “the wifi’s way better here.”

And so, the hustle and bustle of the beginning of the school year faded into the quiet mist of autumn, and the routine of classes and work became second nature.

“I hate having the late shift,” Minki complained, spinning his key lanyard around on his fingers. There were no customers in the café, save for Jonghyun, nestled on the couch reading a book for his Lit class.

“It’s better to close than to open,” you pointed out, remembering with a shudder the time that Kim Donghyun had gotten sick and asked you to cover for him. You’d never seen so many cranky, high-strung college students in your life. Minki snickered—somehow, during the two and a half years he’d been working the job, he’d still never had to cover for an early morning shift.

“Oh hey, can you go grab Jonghyun’s cup?” Minki asked you, gesturing over to his best friend, “I would go, but I’m too lazy.”

“It’s fine, I can carry it over,” Jonghyun said in amusement, standing up, “I could use the stretch anyways.” He grabbed his empty mug of coffee and gave it to you, handing Minki the amount of money for his usual drink, a plain latte.

“You know,” Jonghyun commented, leaning against the display of baked goods, “I’ve noticed that your playlist has gotten a lot better.”

“Thank you,” you grinned cheerfully at that. When you’d started working at the café, the owner told you to pick a playlist, as the playlists that Minki “concocted” weren’t always café-ambiance level, featuring bops like CLC’s Hobgoblin and Ailee’s Don’t Touch Me. Jonghyun nodded as Dean’s croons in Bonnie&Clyde transitioned into the opening notes of July by Kris Wu.

“Hey, I take offense to that,” Minki teased, throwing a plastic straw at Jonghyun, “the music I played was great.”

“Minki,” Jonghyun started, “you played Bad Romance on repeat for a week. People started going to cafes off-campus because of you.”

“And it was a fucking banger,” Minki retorted, “that shit will never get old.”

Jonghyun just chuckled, accepting the mug that you’d fixed with open hands, taking a deep sip.

“Should you even be drinking coffee this late?” You asked Jonghyun, watching in slight horror as he downed half the mug.

Minki sighed, “he overworks himself too much. Always writing some essay, and if it’s not that, he’s reading some philosophy book.”

You frowned, looking back at Jonghyun, “you should rest occasionally! It’s not good for your mind to always been racing like that.”

Jonghyun smiled gently at that as another customer walked in, disrupting your conversation. That was the first time you realized how much Jonghyun forgot to take care of himself.

The second time was at the first house party you went to. Hyeongseop and Justin had been over the moon at getting invited to an upperclassmen party—a frat party-- by Minki, but you and Euiwoong weren’t so thrilled. While parties could be fun, they weren’t necessarily your scene. Hyeongseop, Justin and Zheng Ting dragged the two of you there, making sure you had a cup in hand.

“So, are you finally gonna talk to Mr. First Day of School?” Justin teased as the six of you walked through campus, heading towards Greek Row where Psi Omega Iota’s house was. You blushed at that comment, shoving your friend.

“No, asshole,” you retorted, “he obviously sees me as, like, a little sister or a dongsaeng.”

“I think you should go for it,” Hyeongseob commented, skipping ahead of the group, “he obviously enjoys spending time around you, he like lives at the café.”

“Yeah, cuz Minki’s his best friend,” you replied, shrugging deeper into your sweatshirt.

“Minhyun’s also his best friend, and he works in the library with me,” Euiwoong pointed out, “you don’t see Jonghyun watching anime in the library, do you?”

“Well,” you frowned, trying to justify your denial, “that’s different.”

“Guys,” Hyeongseob interrupted the conversation, “I think I’m gonna rush for Psi Omega Iota.”

“What?” The rest of your friends stared at Hyeongseob in confusion.

“Why the hell would you rush for a frat?” Seunghyuk asked, wrinkling his nose. You nodded in agreement, and Hyeongseob just shrugged.

“I was talking to one of the members, Sewoon,” he explained, “they seem cool.”

“They also throw ragers,” Zheng Ting sniffed, “I can smell the alcohol from here.” While Zheng Ting might have been exaggerating, you could definitely hear the loud music from one of the houses ahead. The party spilled over from the house onto the lawn, and a sheet was hung over the balcony with the frat’s greek letters.

You were let inside after letting the guy at the door know that Minki had invited you, and as you entered the house, windows vibrating with how loud the music was, the smell of teenagers and sweat overcame you.

You traded disgusted looks with Euiwoong as your other friends dragged you to the kitchen to get drinks. Once you’d done so, Justin, Zheng Ting and Hyeongseop abandoned you two in favor of the dance floor, and you two found the living room, settling on the couch. The music wasn’t as loud there, and you could actually hold a conversation, talking about your latest school assignments.

“Euiwoong?” A tall, super pretty girl approached you two with a large smile, “what are you doing here?”

“Oh, Pinky!” He grinned, leaning over to give her a hug, “Pinky, this is one of my best friends, (y/n). (Y/n), this is Pinky, my debate partner.”

“Why don’t you come outside?” Pinky asked, “we’re all out there.”

Euiwoong looked at you, raising his eyebrows. You just waved him off, letting him know to text you when he wanted to head home.

“Stay safe, (y/n),” Euiwoong said loudly, motioning to your cup of punch and vodka. You nodded, gesturing for him to follow Pinky, who was weaving through the crowd towards the back of the house.

Figuring it would be a good idea to wait for the party to end so you could bring your friends home safely, you curled up on the couch and took your phone out, watching your current show on Netflix.

You’d gotten through two episodes and had started on a third when someone tapped you on the shoulder. Your head snapped up in surprise as you quickly took one of the earbuds out of your ear.

“Hey,” the guy said casually, sitting down next to you, “I haven’t seen you at one of Psi Omega Iota’s parties ever, are you a transfer student?”

“Me?” You looked over at him, a little confused at how comfortable he was making himself on the couch, “Uh no, I’m a freshman.”

“A freshman, huh?” The guy looked at you again, nodding. “Wow, you have a really nice body for a freshman.”

You stared at him, not really sure how to react to that creepy statement. “Um, thanks.” You turned back to your episode, hoping that he would get the message and leave you alone.

“So,” he started again, making you groan in your head—this guy was really persistent. “This your first college party?”

“Uh, yeah,” you were a little concerned as to why he needed this information, looking over at the guy suspiciously. You were looking back down at your phone when you heard the sound of someone getting punched. Looking up in surprise, you saw Kang Dongho yanking the guy up, glaring at him.

“Listen, buddy, don’t think I didn’t see you try to slip that fucking pill in (y/n)’s drink,” Dongho growled, glaring at him. You looked down at your red cup, significantly more scared than you had been. “(y/n), you didn’t drink any of it, right?”

“No,” you replied, shaking your head.

“Let’s go, pal, follow me,” Dongho said angrily, jostling the guy around a bit. “(y/n), follow me, we’re gonna take care of this, don’t worry.”

You quickly got up to follow Dongho, still shaken up by that close call with a creepy stranger. Dongho dragged the guy back towards the kitchen, where two others stood casually, chatting.

“Daniel, this guy tried to put a fucking date-rape pill in (y/n)’s drink,” Dongho said, shoving the guy towards the two guys. Daniel frowned, turning to you.

“Is this true?” Daniel asked, taking the cup from Dongho as well, “we’ll make sure to blacklist him from any of our parties, and get the other frats in the area to do the same.”

“Thanks, man,” Dongho said, clapping Daniel on the back.

“Yeah, no problem,” Daniel replied with a smile before turning to you, “and hey, if you need anything, tea, water, or you wanna lie down, you can use one of the brothers’ rooms, or if you want a ride home, I can find someone sober to take you home now.”

“I was gonna take her to Jonghyun,” Dongho explained, “he’s in Yongguk’s room, right?” Daniel nodded, giving you another smile.

“Sorry about that again,” Daniel apologized.

“’s fine, it’s not your fault,” you replied, shrugging before following Dongho up the stairs.

“Jonghyun generally only goes to parties with us if Minhyun’s not going,” Dongho explained, “we usually need a designated driver.”

“Ah,” you nodded as Dongho knocked on one of the bedroom doors. Jonghyun opened it, obviously confused.

“Going home already?” he asked, giving Dongho a suspicious look. Dongho chuckled, motioning over to you.

“Nah, we still got a while to go,” he replied, “(y/n) here got into some trouble with Shindong.”

“Are you okay?” Jonghyun asked worriedly, glancing over at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you smiled, shaking your head, “Dongho intervened just in the right moment.”

“Well, if you wanna stay here, I was just watching Haikyuu,” Jonghyun replied, gesturing to where his laptop sat on the bed.

“You watch Haikyuu?” You asked eagerly, eyes lighting up, “I’m totally down.” Dongho chuckled at that.

“Well, I’ll leave you two nerds to it,” he said, heading back downstairs.

“Dongho, thank you!” You yelled after him, making him wave it off and hurry down the stairs.

“I’m on episode three,” Jonghyun said as you clambered onto the bed, excited to rewatch one of your favorite animes, “rewatching, obviously.”

The two of you immediately got started, Jonghyun starting the episode back from the beginning. You pulled the hoodie of your sweatshirt onto your head and tightened the strings, feeling a bit chilly.

It was quite late, well past midnight, and you felt your eyes getting heavier. Even the loud shouts of Hinata and Kageyama couldn’t fully wake you up.

“You can lean on my shoulder if you want,” Jonghyun said casually, looking down at you as you yawned, mouth open wide. You quickly covered your mouth, embarrassed.

“Ah, thank you,” you nodded, tentatively leaning your head over to rest on his shoulder. For the first few minutes you were completely still, feeling your cheeks heat up, but the intensity of Karasuno’s practice match overwhelmed you, drawing your attention back to the computer screen

Your head definitely hurt. Your eyes were closed, but you could feel the throbbing in your head, and you groggily opened your eyes, stretching out. It seemed like you’d fallen asleep while watching Haikyuu with Jonghyun, who was sitting at the desk of the bedroom, typing away at his computer. Sitting up groggily, you stretched your arms up, drawing his attention.

“Oh, you’re awake?” Jonghyun asked, turning towards you.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you apologized sheepishly, “I haven’t really been sleeping much.”

“I feel that,” Jonghyun sighed, ruffling his hair with his hands. You noticed how drained and tired he looked, with dark eye circles and a wrinkled forehead.

“Wait, did you not sleep the entire night?” You asked in concern, looking at him in alarm. Jonghyun smiled at that.

“I had this essay due, but it’s fine, I’m used to it,” he replied, waving his hand, “don’t worry, I’ll live.”

You frowned, feeling bad, “did I keep you from working on your essay because we were watching Haikyuu?”

Jonghyun laughed at your pout, tipping his head back. You felt your stomach flutter at the way the corners of his eyes crinkled. “A little, but I didn’t mind, really. It was fun!”

“At least let me like, buy you breakfast or something,” you complained, “I feel really bad.”

Jonghyun relented, following you out of the Psi Omega Iota house.

“Euiwoong and I come here a lot,” you explained, “they have amazing food, way better than the cafeteria food.”

“That’s really not saying much though,” Jonghyun chuckled, following you inside Auntie Woon’s Diner.

“Oh (y/n), good morning!” Auntie Woon herself greeted you cheerfully, showing you to your usual table in the back, “you brought your boyfriend?” She whispered conspiratorially to you, giving you a couple winks.

“Auntie, he’s not my boyfriend!’ You replied in embarrassment, cheeks heating up.

“Right,” Auntie Woon winked at you again as you two sat down, and she handed you your menus. “Anything to drink?”

“Yeah, I’ll have a black cof—“ Jonghyun started, voice trailing off when you saw how hard you were glaring at him.

“We’ll have two hot chocolates, Auntie,” you smiled up at her, making Auntie Woon coo and nod.

“I’ll be right out with those hot chocolates, dear,” Auntie Woon shuffled off, heading to the kitchen to relay the order.

“So, this is your big breakfast spot?” Jonghyun asked, leaning back as he looked around.

“Yeah,” you nodded, watching him take in the classic décor of the small diner. “It’s not much, but Euiwoong and I discovered it when we first got here.”

Jonghyun nodded, glancing back at you. “So, you and Euiwoong, huh? How’s that been going?”

You stared at him in confusion, “me and Euiwoong?” He looked at you blankly. “Wait, you don’t think Euiwoong and I are dating, do you?”

Jonghyun turned a bit red, “well, yeah, he’s always around you and he’ll stop by the café and stuff, and you two seem closer than with your other friends, so I just kind of figured.”

“No way, ugh,” you grimaced at the thought, “Euiwoong’s like an irritating younger brother who never shuts up. Definitely not boyfriend material.”

Jonghyun looked over at you pensively, making your cheeks heat up a bit. The moment was disturbed by Auntie Woon, who had returned with your hot chocolates.

“Here you go!” She said cheerfully, setting the mugs down in front of you, “I made it just like you taught me, and I did the foam design just for you!”

“Thanks, Auntie,” you smiled up at the elderly woman, who smiled back.

“You taught her?” Jonghyun asked, watching as Auntie Woon greeted some more customers.

“Yeah,” you laughed, remembering when Auntie had first started talking to you and Euiwoong when she realized you two were regulars. As soon as she started talking and extended her motherly wings, she never let go. “Her son bought her this fancy restaurant-grade espresso machine, but she never used it because she didn’t know how, so I taught her and a few of their employees how to use it.”

“Really?” Jonghyun nodded, impressed as he glanced down at his mug. His cheeks turned a bit red, making you look down at your own—Auntie Woon had made a heart in the foam.

“Damn, that woman’s persistent,” you whispered under your breath, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Hey, (y/n), I have a question,” Jonghyun looked up at you, rearranging the way he was sitting in his chair.

“Shoot,” you replied, motioning for him to continue talking.

“You know how you said that Euiwoong wasn’t boyfriend material?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck in something akin to embarrassment. “Would I maybe, uh, qualify as boyfriend material?”

“You should say yes, dear.”

“Auntie!” You complained, burying your face in your hands as Auntie Woon laid your food out on the table—she tended to bring you and Euiwoong food without you even ordering, and you guess that this visit was no exception.

“Just saying,” Auntie Woon looked over at Jonghyun, “look at how he sits, he’s a real gentleman. And he’s handsome too, I must say, if I didn’t love my husband, you might have competition, (y/n).” Auntie winked at Jonghyun, who laughed loudly, looking back at you.

“It’s a simple word, dear,” Auntie Woon teased before heading back to the kitchen.

You looked back at Jonghyun, pulling your plate of rice, eggs, bulgolgi and japchae towards you. “I guess so, yeah.” Jonghyun brightened, smiling broadly at you.

“Wait, really?”

“Jonghyun,” you sighed, swallowing your mouthful of food before continuing, “I’ve literally liked you since the first day of school.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Jonghyun pouted, “we could have been dating this whole time!”

“I dunno,” you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the rich hot chocolate, “I didn’t think you’d be interested. I mean, you’re an upperclassmen, I’m a freshman.”

“I went to that stupid café every single day and put up with Minki’s teasing just to see you,” Jonghyun confessed, making you gape at him.

“So they were right,” you whispered under your breath, thinking back to the time when your friends had teased you about your crush on Jonghyun.

“So for our first date, let’s not go to a café, please?”

“Ey, who said anything about a first date?” You teased Jonghyun, lifting an eyebrow.

“Ja-gi-ya,” Jonghyun pouted, doing a terrible attempt at looking cute. You wrinkled your nose, swatting at his face.

“The first date is on, as long as you promise not to do that again,” you replied, laughing at his adorable pout. However, your words made him brighten up, happy that he was able to get a shot at the perfect person for him.

you go dongho tbh we all need a dongho in our life

also fuck rape culture on college campuses tbh

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Unstoppable Dean Winchester

Summary:Dean confessing his feelings for you and you calling him a liar. I was talking on the phone with Kevin just catching up and making sure he was okay, when Sam walked into the living room. I've been hunting with them for quiet some time, and staying at the bunker with them. "Hey K I gotta go I'll call you later stay safe and don't work yourself to hard, bye." I told Kevin right before I hung up. I looked over at San as he sighed and sat down. "How long you been up?" He questions me. "Bout an hour I reply back honestly. Sam and I got along really well. I was in between the ages of Sam and Dean so we were pretty close in the age gap. I have been in love with Dean for along time, Sam, Kevin and Castiel all know even though I never told anyone they just figured it out. "So you ever gonna tell Dean you love him?" Sam asked out loud. "Omg San shut up Dean might hear you." I told him worried Dean was listening. "Please it's Dean its early Dean won't be up for another couple of hours." Sam tried to argue. "I don't care shut your yapper." I snapped and glared at him. He held his hands up in defense. *third person POV* Y/n did not want Dean to know how she felt because she was scared. Scared of being rejected is what she told herself and her friends. But deep down she knew she wasn't just scared of being rejected she was really scared of being in love. She never wanted love. She was a hunter you can't get to close to to many people. That's how the monsters hurt you. She didn't want to fall in love with Dean, but she did and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It wasn't her choice. Little did she know that God made them for each other. And Dean felt the exact same way she did. Dean had heard them talking. He didn't really believe what he was hearing. He thought they might be playing a prank on him. So he walked into the room with his robe on and went to grab a cup of coffee. Once he got his coffee he sat down next to y/n. "Morning." He quietly grumbled, still a little sleepy, more so to the girl next to him than his brother. Sam replied back with the same thing while y/n just looked at him and smiled and went back to the newspaper in her hands looking for cases. Dean looked at the two people in the world he cared about most. They were actually a lot alike. Both liked to get up early. Both read a lot. Both extremely intelligent. And both willing to die in place of almost anyone. They worked so hard and he wanted to give them a break so Dean spoke up. "Hey why don't we take today off, and have a lazy day." Dean suggested to them. They looked at him like he was crazy. Dean had never said anything like that to anyone before. He leaned back in his chair and sighed at them as they continued to look at him. Y/n leaned over at him then she stood up and pressed the back of her hand on his forehead. "Are you felling alright Dean." She asked the man as she felt his cheeks to see if he had a fever. He scoffed and stuck her back in her chair. "I'm fine, it's just we have all been working so hard lately I think we really do deserve a lazy day it's not fair that we never get a break I just wanna make sure you guys are okay." He answered honestly. "You know Dean we're perfectly fine but honestly a lazy day sounds kinda perfect right now. I'm in if you are." She said the last part to Sam who happily agreed with her. Good. Y/n walked over to the couch and laid across it grabbing her phone to call Kevin to see if he wanted her to pick him up so he could join them. Dean walked over to the couch to. He grabbed her legs and lifted them up so he could sit down. She dialed Kevin and waited for him to answer. He surprised her and answered on the third ring. "Hey are you in a room alone." Kevin asked straight away. "No Sam and Dean are in here watching tv." She told him a little surprised by his bluntness. "Go to you're room I need to talk to you." He told the now confused girl. "Ok" she replied. Y/n's POV "Ok Kev I'm in my room and you're on speaker." I told Kevin very confused. "Y/n I cracked part of the tablet I was gonna tell you this morning but you hung up on me." He started. "That's great! What does it say?" I said excited. "Your name was in it. God paired you with someone. You are meant to be together with someone like soulmates. He paired you so you could protect the world together. When you are apart for to long you will get bad headaches. And when you're together you're supposed to feel like a better complete version of each other......... Y/n it didn't say a name but I think it's Dean God paired you with." He finished. I sat there stunned when I heard a knock on my door. I hope whoever was there didn't hear what Kevin said since I had him on speaker. "Kev I gotta go." I told him quickly then hung up and walked to the door. I took a deep breath before opening it. Third POV again. Even though y/n hoped the person that knock didn't here, that wasn't the case. Dean had heard everything Kevin said. If this was true the girl on the other side of that door felt the same way he did. If this wasn't true, he was in love with a girl destined to be with someone else, and that hurt. He knocked on the door hoping to talk to her and figure out what was going on. When she finally opened the door y/n saw the one person she didn't want to talk to right now. Dean. She started to speak when Castiel showed up on the other side of Dean. "Dean we need to talk. Now." He said in his very deep voice. Really Dean thought. Now of all times wasn't the best time for him, but he followed Cas anyways because if Cas had shown up it probably meant something important was happening. They went to Dean's room and closed the door. Sam was already in there. Sam knew if he sent Cas to get him Dean would come so they could talk. "Dean we need you to tell y/n how you feel. It's driving us all insane even Cas who doesn't live here. I promise she feels the same way dude just please." Sam practically begged Dean. Dean sat there thinking about if Cas agreed and what Kevin said was true he had to give it a shot so he nodded. Dean left the room and walked to y/n's door. He stood there a minute thinking about what he was about to do. He finally just walked in. The girl in the room looked up at him. She smirked and said "knock much." Dean ignored the comment and started talking seeing no other way to do this. "Y/n I am madly in love with you okay I have been since the moment I met you and I know that sounds cheesy but there's nothing I can do about it. I was and am scared to love you. I don't wanna loose you but what choice do I even have anymore. I look at you and see the person I want to spend my entire life with. The person I want to make myself better for. The person I'm madly in love with. And I know you feel the same way about me. You can't tell me you don't feel that spark when we touch, the fireworks going off when we hug. The burning in your head and stomach when we're apart. You can't tell me you don't feel any of that dammit. I know you do, because I feel it to." To say y/n was stunned was an understatement. She automatically didn't think this was real so she snapped at him. "What the hell is this some kind of joke. First what Kevin said and now this. You've got to be kidding me. This is a sick joke even for you Dean. Why would you lie to me like that? Quit lying to me." She said as her voice was on the verge of cracking. Dean was upset that she thought this. He didn't show but it hurt more than any physical or emotional pain he had ever felt. So he looked her straight in the eyes with a dead serious face and said "Look at my face and tell me if I'm lying to you." The girl in front of Dean almost couldn't take it she knew he wasn't lying but couldn't believe he was telling the truth. He felt the same way she did but she didn't want to believe he did. "How can you love me? How could you ever love a person that doesn't love themself?" She started yelling but her voice cracked at the end. Dean kept a strong face and replied "the same way you do." She knew he was talking about the fact that she loved him when he thought so lowly of himself but it hurt her to think he did even though she hated herself as much as she did. She walked over to Dean and didn't say anything but stepped on his feet and leaned up and kissed him. It wasn't how she imagined they would kiss. She always thought it would be rough and passionate but it was the exact opposite. It was slow and sweet, caring even. In that moment both Dean and y/n knew there was no going back. They both realized they were in fact made for each other. God not only made them to protect the world when he left, he made them to give them reason to protect the world, he gave them each other so they could always have someone to fight with and for. He gave them each other so they would be Unstoppable.

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taetaesource · 7 years

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Out of the Ordinary

Chapter 1

You won a lucky draw chance to meet BTS backstage and got to know Min Yoongi.

“The sale is starting! The sale is starting! My wifi my wifi! Make sure you are not connected to anything, I don’t want anything to disrupt my fight in this war!!!” Your roommate was up since 8am and camping on the same website, refreshing the page over and over again. It was 1 minute to 10am, the time when the ticket sales to BTS fan meeting opened and your roommate was getting more serious and nervous than anything else.

You could never understand what was the super big deal, though you had to give it to her that the boys were talented and good looking, spending hundreds of dollars sweeping up their albums, camping on the website and everywhere else and wasting hours queueing were just too excessive in your opinion. It’s not like they will ever get to know you. Whenever you said such things to Hee Ji, she would say that you just wouldn’t know until you get yourself into it, which you learnt was very true.

The fight to get the tickets was tough and intense. In the 10 minutes of clicking, refreshing, waiting for the page to load, keying in personal details, keying in payment details, waiting for the page to load, getting bounced, and trying all over again, Hee Ji managed to snap up 2 tickets though her initial plan was to grab 4 which was the maximum number allowed. With only one extra ticket, she had difficulties selling it off and instead of diligently looking for a buyer, she would rather give the ticket to someone she knows so that the person could enjoy the event with her. And so, she decided to drag you along.

The night before the actual event, Hee Ji was totally excited. She had already spent the past few weeks buying gifts for the members, making LED boards, fans, headbands, writing letters and wrapping the gifts up. The night before she was picking her outfit and asking for your opinion.

“What are you wearing tomorrow?” She asked while looking at her reflection in the mirror. She had two hangers on her hand, contemplating between a denim short dress or a pastel blue pullover.

“I don’t know, they aren’t gonna be able to see us anyway? Our seats are so far away from the stage”, you replied while scrolling on your laptop.

“Tsk”, Hee Ji gave up on talking to you as she did not want her excitement to be spoilt by your wet blanket.

The next day, Hee Ji dragged you out of the house at 7am. She claimed that there was a lucky draw participation to get up close with the boys and you had to participate as well to increase the chances. When you got to the location, there was already a long queue but the booth was not opened. You suddenly realised that the counter was only going to be opened at 11am and it suddenly hit you that a lot of girls really had nothing better to do. Who knew what time the girls had started queuing, for all you know there were there since last night. The registration counter for the lucky draw was finally opened at 11am and it was finally your turn at around 12.30pm. You filled up a form that only required your name, identification number and contact number, something that could have been easily done through google forms online. You couldn’t believe you really wasted the whole morning for this. You were feeling annoyed and unhappy by then as you had been waiting in the sun for hours, and the meaningless registration process pissed you off. You were bored and extremely hungry. The fan meeting was starting at 2pm. You had only one hour left and everywhere looked crowded with young girls probably half your age carrying their army bombs, many of them wearing T-shirts that printed JUNGKOOK 97 and some other members’ shirts.

Hee Ji could sense your boredom and annoyance so she tried her best to keep up the positive mood by pointing out and laughing at other people. You were not irritated with her, in fact you were happy for her but this event just didn’t interest you. Both of you grabbed a sandwich and some snacks from the convenience store and ate at the queue to enter the venue.

The venue was huge and when you finally stepped foot into the place, you felt somewhat excited as well. BTS songs were playing loudly through the speakers and the stage had big screens with the boys’ posters and videos on. The mood was filled with suspense and excitement.

When the crowd settled in and the lights finally went off, you could feel the excitement of the crowd rubbing onto you and you felt lifted and excited as well. Although you were not completely familiar with the songs that were performed, you have heard of those songs blasting from Hee Jin’s speakers at home. The both of you sang, jumped and danced along to the performances, but honestly, 80% of the time you were just fixated on how splendid the boys looked and how talented the boys were on stage in real life.

The boys also interacted with their fans, screened some special videos that showed their fun and humorous side and did some special performances. When the fan meeting ended after a good 3 hours, the MC of the event went on stage and announced that it was time to reveal the lucky draw winners and what they were in for. Hee Ji was full of anticipation for this part and you thought that there was no way either of you would have a chance as you saw that the venue easily had more than one thousand people, and probably a good one third of them were queueing for the lucky draw in the morning.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the lucky draw! We will be picking 7, yes 7 lucky winners, 7 lucky fans and they will, they will be MEETING BTS BACKSTAGE!!!!” The entire stadium roared. Hee Ji was screaming and she looked like she was about to cry in excitement. The crowd did not stop the overwhelming cheer when the first winner was picked and it took quite awhile for the crowd to settle each time a winner was revealed. The process took really long especially since the MC called out each name with much tease to the point that it got really annoying. By the fourth time, you were getting bored and impatient, “can he just shut his trap and draw the lot and just call the person out already??”, you turned to complain to Hee Ji who was crossing her fingers so hard you thought she might get finger cramps after this.

“And now, for the fifth lucky army, who will stand a chance to meet B.T.S! Who would it be? Will she be from the upper section? Or will she be from the standing pit? What if she is from this side of the house? Or what if.... she is right there??” The MC went round the stage, pointing to the different sections and teasing the people.

“This lucky fan... She will be meeting BTS.... who will this be?” The MC went back to the centre of the stage where the lucky draw box was. A booth would be more accurate as it was as big as a phone booth with lots of white forms flying within. The MC pressed something and picked a form that flew into the small tunnel. He opened the form and pretended to look shocked. “This winner, the fifth winner who gets to meet BTS... And her name is...... her name is......”

You heard your name being called. It felt surreal and you didn’t react to it until it occured to you that Hee Ji was screaming her lungs out and slapping your hands. The MC repeated your name but it sounded like noise in the background and you couldn't register what was happening. “IT’S YOU OH MY GOD THEY CALLED YOU! OH MY GOD IT’S YOU!” Hee Ji was jumping and screaming and telling you to get to the stage. “Oh my god, you should go instead. You want to see BTS!!”, you were surprised by your luck and told Hee Ji to take your place instead since she was their fan and not you, you did not want to waste the luck. Hee Ji refused to accept even though you could tell that she really wanted to be chosen, “you are the one that got picked, you should be the one who go up!” She looked happy for you and you felt a little sorry to her.

You made your way awkwardly up the stage while the MC continued with the drawing of the last 2 winners. You felt out of place on stage standing next to the other 4 winners and waiting for another 2 winners to be called. They all looked young and excited. They were giggling and whispering to one another and you barely even knew how many members there were in BTS.

After the last winner was called, the MC made all of you go through the pain of introducing yourselves one by one and telling the crowd about how you were feeling. You were glad that he did not ask any personal questions such as “who is your favourite member” or “what would you like to say when you meet BTS” because you were pretty sure many fans would be hating on you if they heard your answer and knew that you were not a true army.

“And these lucky fans on stage here with me will be meeting BTS backstage, PLUS, a surprise... What will this surprise be? Ladies and gentlemen, these lucky winners will be meeting BTS backstage and they get to.... SPEND THE REST OF THE DAY WITH BTS!!!!” The stadium roared louder this time and you swore that you saw some fans down the stage who looked like they were about to lose it. If you were a fan you would have been as elated as the other girls standing next to you on stage, but right there and then, you did not know what to feel.

The entire stadium screamed and the girls on stage were jumping and screaming with excitement. The MC then told the winners to proceed down the stage and go to the side to do some administrative processes. This whole event felt surreal and you felt as though you were just going through the motion of going down the stage and following the other girls who were led by a crew staff.

The stadium was clearing out and all 7 of you were waiting at the first row for the staff to tell you what was going to happen. Hee Ji came up to you with your bag and hugged you with great excitement.

“Mianhae Hee Ji ah,” you said with a small pout.

“Are you crazy?? You are going to see BTS in real life up close omg I can’t believe it! I am so excited for you! Please please help me to say hi to Jimin and tell him that he is so cool I LOVE HIM!!!”

You laughed at how excited your friend was and told her about how afraid you were, “wish I could do this with you, I’m going to be alone the whole day and it’s going to be so awkward...”

“I am sorry but are you the lucky draw winners? If you are not, we need you to leave this place now”, a staff came over and told us.

“It is going to be so fun!!! Take lots of pictures and tell me about it when you get home!!” Hee Ji said to you before waving and leaving the place.

The other staff checked each of our identity cards and ticket numbers. After the verification, the staff told us that she would be bringing us to see BTS in awhile. Apparently, we would be paired up with one member and spending the rest of the day with him. But the staff emphasised that this would not be a date sort of thing as BTS would be heading back to the company after this so it would be more like the member bringing you around their work stations, dance practice rooms and recording studios. Also, the staff stressed that the event was absolutely confidential and no recording or photography was allowed the whole time. No postings on social media as well so as to respect BTS’s privacy and the privilege of this event. The other girls were extremely excited and giggly and you were getting excited as the reality of this special chance was setting in you.

The staff led all of you backstage and the girls were trying to keep quiet and and followed behind like little mouses. The way to the backstage was dark, narrow and messy and you finally saw light only when the staff opened the door to a room. It was BTS’s waiting room.

“These are the 7 lucky fans who won the lucky draw chance,” the staff entered and introduced to the people in the room.

The people cheered and clapped and those who cheered extra loud were the bangtan boys. They got up from where they were and crowded around the staff and the winners. The staff explained to them briefly about what this was going to be about and the boys listened attentively. They nodded and Jhope jumped in at the end and told the winners, “let’s have fun today!” causing the girls to blush and giggle in excitement.

The staff then proceeded to pair the members up with the winners and you were paired with Suga. The other members were busy introducing and making small talks with their partners, even Jungkook entertained and made his partner laugh. You felt awkward as you did not know much about BTS and Suga was also quiet in general. He stood next to you and asked you for your name and asked if you had eaten in a low and muffled voice. You politely answered and nodded and did not know what else to say.

BTS’s manager asked for 20 minutes with the boys before all of you head back to the company together. So while the boys were out, you were stuck in the room with the other 6 girls and the events’ staff and some stylists and makeup artists who were busy packing up. The girls were either talking to each other or busy on their phones. You felt suffocated so you decided to get out of the room after 10 minutes.

You headed out of the big black metal door that led you to the back of the stadium. There was nobody around and the sun was bright and the air was warm. You felt as though you could finally breathe and it felt like a long time since you last saw sunlight.

The metal door which you came out from opened again. A small framed man walked out in a confident yet sloppy manner. It was Suga. He was taken aback slightly when he saw you and he had a cigarette in his mouth which he took out quickly and said to you, “oh what are you doing out here?”

“I’m just bored”, you said as a matter of fact and continued staring into the same space as you were staring at before, looking away from him.

He did not come closer to you. In fact, he stood on the other side and lit up his cigarette while scrolling on his phone. You were surprised that he did not bother to make some small talk with you but you couldn’t care less as well though you kept glancing over to see what he was doing. You couldn't believe that a member of top boy group BTS was standing in front of you. And you couldn’t believe that he was also human.

#yoongi #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts #out of the ordinary

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todokori-kun · 7 years

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Ok:

Luna, you’re the best. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re dedicated, you’re creative and caring, a wonderful listener, so much fun to debate with, and the best friend anyone could ever ask for. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve helped me with ever since we started talking; I respect your resolve. You’re unique and amazing, and I’m so, so sorry this is happening to you.

I won’t go into detail because it’s a complicated story that’s also way too long, but I’ve sort of felt that way before too (thinking it might be better if I just disappeared/wishing I didn’t exist/feeling worthless). It sucks.

I don’t know if this’ll help, but just know that I’m always here to listen if you need it. You can Email me (though I guess that’s probably not an option lol) or just, like, I don’t know, maybe post something on the blog like ‘Evans can we talk’ and I’ll definitely see it and respond because I stalk this place 24/7 (Evans is a creep please don’t encourage her). I’ve also been considering finally getting a tumblr so maybe we’ll be able to PM each other sometime.

There’s absolutely nothing to apologize for. It’s really brave to talk about stuff like this (I never can). And if there’s any way I can help, please, let me know.

(Also, funny story (it’s actually gross and is basically just Evans whining about stuff):

I know from experience that stomach-related sicknesses suck. When I first started taking swimming lessons I was an idiot with zero stamina who could barely swim halfway across the pool without coming up for air, so needless to say, I ended up gulping a ton of water (especially since my teacher didn’t go easy on me; mom told her not to because I’m a sloth and I usually won’t do any exercise on my own besides simple stretches and some walking/running). I mean, the water in swimming pools is usually a bit disgusting, and it’s even worse where I take lessons because it’s a pretty old place and I don’t think it gets cleaned that often… so not only did accidentally swallowing it trigger my clean-freak senses, I also ended up with a terrible stomachache. I thought it was fine, that it would pass. But then I got a fever and every other thing I ate made me feel like someone was twisting my intestines from the inside, I couldn’t even lie down and rest for a sec because whenever I moved or tried to change positions it got even worse ;p; (also my mom never let it go, she kept jokingly 'reminding’ me that water from a swimming pool is not something you should drink after I started swimming again. I guess I kinda deserved it, though. I was an idiot))

That sounds so lovely <3 I’d really love to go visit Norway myself sometime, though I’ll probably have to wait a few years (my mom has back problems that make it painful for her to stay in one position for too long, so long plane/car rides are a huge no). And oooh if you have any good pictures I’d love to see them :D

Thanks, I’m glad I managed to explain my shipping reasons (like it’s so hard to properly talk about why I ship stuff sometimes XD)! I would give anything to have you join me in Stoki hell so let me just recommend basically the entire Remember This Cold series (it’s angsty as heck so proceed with caution…there are bits of humor and fluff in there, though, and then some extremely rare (almost) pure fluff fics. Like the one where Steve wants to propose but is a nervous bean because Loki’s a PRINCE and he wants to make it perfect). I’ll also try to find some more good fics later becase I can’t remember any titles right now ^^;;

YES ANOTHER T'CHALLA FAN I adore this guy (also I feel like he has a really cool voice. Not really sure why, it just sounds so nice). I really respect him for his attitude towards Steve and Bucky after he figures out Bucky’s not the real murderer, and how he later stops letting his anger towards his father’s killer consume him.

We’ll fangirl over the Black Panther movie together when it comes out, won’t we *schwing*

(right after I wrote 'schwing’ I got this mental image of Hisoka having his glowing, expolsive schwing moments after seeing T'Challa. And then Hisoka schwinging in theater while watching MCU movie fight scenes. Why am I like this)

I can draw, but I don’t know how to animate so these memes will never be a thing ;-; it’s so sad, I’ve got everything planned out…everytime eyes are mentioned the screen zooms in on Illumi’s eyes (yes even when Illumi’s not in the song because he’s a Zoldyck assassin, you can’t keep him out) and the word 'eyes’ gets the weird treatment where all these high/low/metallic(?) voices get layered so it sounds like the creepiest thing ever

('History has its eyes on you but it’s actually Illumi’ is both the animatic I want to see the most and the animatic I hope will never be created)

Fun HxH facts I want to let you know about:

Kite (AKA Ging’s student and Gon’s big brother figure) is dead and has been brainwashed into being a weapon/punching bag for his captors. When sunshine angel Gon meets the new Kite he lets Kite beat him up and then hugs him, promising to save him (THE FEEEEEEELSS)

Forgot to mention this about Chrollo, but when Kurapika killed one of his troupe (a guy named Uvogin), Chrollo acted all cool and never really talked about Uvo…

but then he had the rest of the troupe murder 2000 mafiosi guarding a building they were trying to get into, and while watching the chaos from afar, listening to their enemy’s screams, he started waving his hands as if conducting an orchestra…

“Uvogin-san. Can you hear it? This requiem we’re dedicating to you.”

(jeez Chrollo we know you’re extra but you can’t just murder 2000 people and play a funeral march with their cries of horror every time you lose a subordinate)

Lastly: There’s a new character named Knuckle who’s like the HxH version of Metal Bat. He is the sweetest cinnamon roll. I love him. I’ll send you a pic later

So um did you hear the news about Hinami

(Queen Luna cosplaying Maka(? or any of the other three MCs)…omg that sounds so awesome)

*facepalm* ok WHOOPS I actually read about that on the SE wiki a while ago. How did I forget about it

Yep! It was so good <33 (Lizzy looks so graceful and pretty I can’t even) I actually found the whole movie on YT but just watched the parts I was really looking forward to seeing animated, like UT’s fight scene, Seb getting stabbed, the rest of the Midford family…(Francis’ hair shocked me. Idk how to feel about it. At first I thought it made her look like an old lady, but then, the more I look at it, the prettier it gets…like, it’s actually a really nice design, but I guess I got too used to manga!Francis lol)

Light is the trash GOD.

(hope you get to read the light novel! As far as I know it’s got a TON of L and Naomi in it so it might make you feel better :D)

Oh yeah, I get what you mean. Light’s reasoning/views on the justice system probably connects a lot to the culture and social issues of Japan at the time.

DN’s probably still one of the easier-to-adapt mangas out there, though, since the themes of justice and questioning the idea of 'greater good’ is something anyone can relate to (and they still botched it, I’m very salty about this and you can’t stop me ;-; even with how terrible Ryuk and Rem looked in them, the Japanese movies were WAY better, and it’s actually pretty rare that Japan makes a good live-action movie from a manga or anime. Apparently the TG movie that came out this year was pretty good too, though :D).

(I apparently somehow accidentally erased the part where I mentioned I actually read HCs/theories about Japanese-American Light on tumblr somewhere….that’s what got me thinking about it.

I agree though, seeing how different cultures would change Light’s character would be very interesting.)

The lack of potato chips doomed the entire Keikaku from the start.

I can see you being similar to Pearl too! I think I’m maybe a bit like Lapis…or possibly Connie. Or maybe Blue Diamond because I also cry way too much (but then again BD actually has a reason to be miserable so)

Those are both cool gems<3 and yeah, they’re both really pretty :D

I was talking about gem 'roles’ back on Homeworld, though ^^;; like, how Pearls are considered servants or pretty accessories, Diamonds are leaders, fusions like Garnet are outcasts, Rubies are 'dumb muscle’, Sapphires are valuable prophets, Peridots are tech experts, Jaspers are soldiers…sorry, I should’ve been more specific OTL

I’d probably be a Pearl lol. I could see myself being a Peridot and being scared to death without a Quartz soldier to guard me but I’m not good with any kind of technology so nah.

And sorry for asking weird questions, I forgot it’s been a while since you watched the show ^^;;

Hey, don’t feel bad about slow replies! Like I said before, I seriously don’t mind as long as you’re ok :D and I’m so glad I’ve managed to help.

('a friend I appreciate’ *ugly sobbing* thank you)

Did someone say suffering?

*'Remember That We Suffered’ plays in the background*

DID THE QUEEN JUST SAY 'Goals’ ABOUT SOMETHING I MADE OMG I’M FREAKING OUT TYSM

Ayyy I’m so glad you liked them! (The Hide pic was painted with the intent to kill)

(last thing:

I’m sorry, this is probably really creepy, but I ended up telling my mom about you because she asked who I was talking to (she knows I have internet friends and has seen me writing messages before). Since I’m only 13 she worries about the people I talk (she knows all my friends on ao3) so I told her some small things like your age, that you’re from Croatia, that you play the piano too and that you mentioned having a sister.

I’m really, really sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, mom just worries a lot and she likes to hear about my friends (like, she worries for my safety on the internet so she has to ask me some basic things about the people I talk with, and when she knows I have a good friend on the internet she sometimes wants to hear if my relationship with them is ok). I’d never tell her something really private but sometimes she wants to talk and I know she worries for me so I do tell her small, random details from our convos.

if you’re uncomfortable with that, though, I’ll stop. Again, I’m so sorry about this.)

And after two weeks of silence, the species finally shows some signs of life. ;-;

I’m totally not crying. I’ve said this so many times and you’re probably getting annoyed, but I have no idea what I did to deserve you in my life. You’re actually the only person I’d told about my current mental state at that time, and I’m so glad you didn’t freak out or just write it away as me overreacting (like my mom did), and it means so so so much to me. Truly, thank you for being here for me. (And not giving up on me, considering how long my replies take ;-;)

I’m here for you as well, though, so if you’re ever feeling down, you can message me ^^

Oh, it’d be cool if you’d get a tumblr! I can guarantee my replies would be faster then, since the messages would show up in my notifications...

Also, to brighten things up a little, this is how I picture you at the beginning of the message:

Oh god that sounds disgusting XD And perfectly describes why I don’t wanna do swimming as a sport. Are you still swimming? It’d be cool if you were, cause it’s a really beautiful sport imo.

That’s unfortunate... Hopefully you’ll be able to visit it someday ^^

Tbh considering the shit I unironically ship sometimes, no ship is weird enough to be unexplainable. Name a single reason why you ship it, and it’s valid in my eyes. Heck, it can be ‘they look good together’ and I’ll say ‘makes sense’. Y’know why? Because I’m one of those ppl who will ship it if they so much as look at each other.

ok fun fact: I’ve loved T’Challa since I was like 8, because every summer, there would be a weekly publication of superhero comics, and Black Panther was almost always there, and I was a nerd even then, so I’d always buy them. Other than Spiderman, Black Panther was my favourite superhero.

Lololol I need the HxH Cast watching MCU movies. Oh yeah, I found this a while ago and immediately thought of you:

Amazing... If you ever learn to animate, please send me a link, because I will pay money to see that. Just. I’m not even into HxH, but I’d give up a lot to see the crossover XD

Ouch, that seems like a lot of feels... Seriously I have no idea where you get the mental strength to read to many angsty moments...

um, yeah... i have actually... but um, she’s alive, right?

Turns out I gave my skirt I’d used to charity, so until i find a replacement, I can’t take any pics... well, at least i can grow my hair out to Maka’s length till that happens XD

I adore the movie, seriously, the animators did such an amazing job with it, especially the most important scenes. BUT HECK; WHEN WILL WE FIND OUT WHAT OUR CIEL’S NAME IS?? It’s been hinted that it’s quite unusual, BUT THAT MAKES IT EVEN HARDER HNNNGH

Oh yeah, I’m gonna find that novel even if it kills me, because I need the L.

lol I still haven’t forgiven the movie adaptation of Avatar the Last Airbender. It was so bad that most people (including me are denying its existence). I might watch Death Note some time soon, so I can judge it for myself tbh...

Of course, the chips were a vital part of the Keikaku... No wonder it didn’t succeed...

No worries! It’s not your fault! Tbh, i dont think id even reached that part when I was watching it, so it’s interesting to hear all the roles... Aw, you’d be an adorable Peridot ^^

Tbh ‘friend that I appreciate’ doesn’t even begin to describe how precious you are to me. You’re the first online friend I made and the first person I told about my mental state, so honestly, you’re one of the people I feel closest to...

Nah, I don’t find it creepy at all!! Seriously, I sometimes tell my parents about people I talk to, so I’ve mentioned well ^^ It’s your choice what/who you’ll talk about ^^

#evans #submission

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fireandgloryrpg · 7 years

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Congratulations Kcat and welcome! We’re so happy to accept your application to play Adriana Caninii with the faceclaim of Phoebe Tonkin in Fire & Glory RPG! We can’t wait to begin roleplaying with you so please remember to look over our checklist!

OOC INFO:

Name: Kcat Age: 21 – April 04 Timezone: EST

Activity: I am both a senior year undergraduate student and an officer for my university’s ambassadors, so as I’m sure you’ll understand, I’m very busy. However, roleplay is my go-to stress reliever. I can typically manage to get on two to four nights a week and drill through replies. If things get extra crazy in real life, I’ll be sure to let you lovely admins know and request a hiatus if need be. Anything Else?: I HAVE MISSED ALL YOU LOVELY FUCKERS WHAT’S UP GUYS!!! MAN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK ;D

OC APPLICATION:

Name: Adriana Caninii Age and Birthday: 24 years, 31 March 1993 Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin, Tay Jardine Heritage: Daughter of Mars, Legacy of Invidia Affiliation: Centurion of the Fourth Cohort, Cult of Romulus

Abilities: (omg pls erase my ramblings if/when you post because I just wanted to be super clear with each of these so that nothing came of as godmoddy because I would NEVER make that the intention :3 just throw your questions and stuff at me. y'all know i’m a real chill pill)

From Mars

telumkinesis: natural mastery of all weapons; ability to curse the weapons of opponents

odikinesis: can enhance or induce rage, hate, fear, and intimidation; can dispel “battle jitters” from others

From Invidia

Invidia is said to be the Roman name for Nemesis. In the PJO canon, Nemesis claims that she is known by the same name by both the Greeks and the Romans because revenge and justice is universal – which isn’t wrong. However, in much of Roman mythology, while Invidia is still associated with Nemesis, she is also seen as an independent goddess, one who differs than the Greek version of Nemesis in that she is primarily the goddess of envy and vengeance, along with the standard Nemesis’ qualities of revenge and justice. Invidia itself was a power that the Romans feared. Literally their term for envy, after winning a great battle, Roman soldiers would use talismans to protect themselves from Invidia, and for good reason. Envy was a sickness that could lead soldiers to craving more battles, more victories, and in their desirable wake, cause great harm in their pursuit of excessive glory. It could also turn the best of men into animals, friends turned enemies in conflict over a lover, a treasure, recognition. Invidia is also a goddess associated with the evil eye – like Nemesis’ ability to speak of one’s fate, only Invidia typically embodies the darker side of fate, bringing about her justice through curses, indirect manipulation, and supposedly even a little bit of “black magic.” (but far less on the magic bit, obviously)

Adriana’s mother is a daughter of Invidia, and as such, some of her powers have transferred down to Adriana, albeit at a lesser strength, variety, and level than in the case of her parent.

fascinare: ability to bewitch a person into an envious state with the express purpose of inducing conflict between that individual and others (this ability would take a bit of a toll on Adriana. Historically, it’s an actual power that the Romans feared, like invidia. It’s the sort of curse that plants a little seed of envy in someone’s heart. The caster, again, has no say over what results from this. They’re just drawing out what envious emotions a person might have deep down in the hopes that coaxing those emotions out will allow them to fester into a full-blown conflict by the affected’s hands. It’s not a quick process, but a slow one, and the results vary widely depending on the person. If they’re truly good at heart and generous, for example, this ability really wouldn’t affect them. It’s just stirring up what’s already there and what happens depends entirely on the individual and their pre-existing personal issues)

poison tongue: venom can cast fascinare or cause mild nausea and dizziness (rarely unconsciousness) via a kiss (okay literally this amused me so much and I was dying to test it out as an ability. In a lot of lore, Invidia is said to have a tongue that’s actually poisonous – likely due to the fact that her symbolic animal is a snake – but obviously, that’s a little extreme for demigods and especially for legacies so I’ve watered it down to this – for one, Adriana would obviously have to engage in mouth to mouth contact to make this work (how awkward and uncomfortable for her lmao), and thus she realllly isn’t too fond of it. She’d have to use this in order cast any sort of fascinare power, but additionally, it could be used to disorient someone – as if a sudden unexpected kiss from a daughter of Mars isn’t disorienting enough – it’s not likely to cause someone to pass out unless Adri has to commit for some reason because it’s absolutely necessary. We’re basically talking a delirious effect, not so different from the dizziness and disorientation of being significantly drunk, and it doesn’t last very long. Maybe five minutes, ten if she’s lucky. If she can get along without having to use this ability, she will. It’s more of a dire need for escape sort of trick)

The Influence of Luna

Both Adriana and her cousin, Fergus Fitzgerald, share the same traces of blood from the goddess Luna via their great-grandfather, Aulus Caninii, a son of Luna. Of the two of them, it’s Fergus that is most affected if only due to his heritage as a son of Oceanus, as the sea and moon have always been closely aligned in the ebb and flow of the tides. For Adriana, this heritage brings little more than a slight influence of mood and preference for time of day. She is, by nature, more of a night person than a day person. Early mornings are especially miserable, but years in the Legion and the formation of a daily 5AM running habit have helped her to combat this fact. She feels her best and strongest at the apex of the full moon and her crummiest and most fatigued at the apex of the new moon. Unless someone was meticulously attentive to Adriana’s day-to-day patterns or had been told of this heritage by Adriana herself, it is highly unlikely they would recognize this behavior as anything of note. As such, Adriana does not claim outright to be a legacy of Luna because her effect on the daughter of Mars’ blood is so minimal.

Headcanons:

Ancient lineage and political powers aside, the Caninii are well-known for their talent of dog training. In the age of the Roman Empire, dogs were common companions beside men in battle. Adriana’s family has continued this tradition with pride. The Legion’s ‘war dogs’ are held at a training kennel near the stables in Camp Jupiter. Renzo, Adriana’s half-brother, is currently responsible for their training and upkeep, but Adriana often steps in to assist. She has only fully trained one dog thus far, and that is Septimus, her German Shepherd and inseparable partner.

Adriana’s most prized possession is her longsword, an heirloom that has been in her family for generations. At its original forging, the sword was named Servatrix, but Adriana has developed her own conventions and opinions that oppose a number of the Caninii’s long-held beliefs, and has subsequently changed its name to Grayclaw. The blade is forged of an imperial gold and silver alloy. The fusion of metals takes away from their overall effects, but provides the advantage of having both lethal elements on hand.

Biography:

Born to Livia of the family Caninii, Adriana has wealth, respect, and an ancient bloodline that has inevitably determined her future. She was raised in New Rome by her grandfather, who filled her head with tales of the great achievements of her forefathers as soon as she was old enough to understand them. He is a charismatic and brilliant man, but this family patriarch holds his kin to strict expectations.

Gaius made it clear to Adriana that she would be responsible for upholding their family’s glory and reputation. From an early age, the young Roman knew who she was and what she could do. She trained for hours each day in combat, weaponry, war strategy, Roman history – whatever was necessary to educate her as a proper soldier. But while these lessons came naturally to her, Adriana was wary of how her grandfather was crafting her to his ideals. Gaius is a Roman Senator, not a family man. He has political desires and an indomitable ambition. While he holds his advantages close, he is not inclined to treasure them. Adriana, like her family namesake, is a dog. Albeit a well-bred one. Gaius showed her off and trained her to be obedient, to come when called and to strike at his order. But Adriana was, and remains, resilient. Years of observing her grandfather’s tactics led her to develop some skills on her own. His little warrior learned how to play false appearances. Whenever Gaius was confident that his guidance was building toward his desired end, Adriana fed his belief, keeping her conflicting feelings and opinions to herself.

By the time she arrived at Camp Jupiter, Adriana was a hardened fighter. With high commendations from Gaius and several other elite members of New Rome’s society, she was assigned to the First Cohort. The rigorous training of the First not only developed the skills that she already possessed, but also nourished her true personality – something her grandfather had sought to suppress in order to maintain his control. Adriana is loyal yet independent, studious yet audacious, valiant, and though ruthless, fair. She’s not the type of person to judge at first glance and believes strongly in second chances.

But, when the Argo II attacked New Rome, the resulting damage shook the daughter of Mars into believing that her grandfather had been right all along – you can’t trust a graecus. The Battle at Half-Blood Hill had robbed Adriana of friends and allies, leaving her with a deepening malice toward their East Coast counterparts. She viewed the unification as a betrayal to those that she had lost and refused to stand for it.

Adriana’s change in attitude did not go unnoticed. Gaius picked up on the shift in his granddaughter and sought to seize the opportunity it presented. One night, he drew her away from camp and introduced her to the secret society lurking beneath the streets of New Rome. When she emerged early the next morning, Adriana was not only the dedicated soldier she had always been, but also the Cult of Romulus’ newest inductee.

Shortly after her induction, Adriana was appointed Centurion of the Fourth Cohort. The office suited her well. It gave her a chance to improve the skills of some of the Legion’s less popular legionnaires and, with the cohort’s sizable inclusion of Greeks, to keep an eye on the activities of the foreigners. However, as months of leadership turned to years, Adriana came to realize that despite the few upsets between the camps, the transfers from Camp Half-Blood weren’t actually all that different from the demigods of the Legion. They showed no signs of plotting against New Rome and Adriana had even begun to grow fond of them – Imagine that! A member of the Cult getting friendly with the enemy? She was lucky that her Cult companions passed it off as keeping their enemies close. Even so, the Cult tightened their grip on the daughter of Mars. She could hardly take a breath without them taking note. That leash has loosened since then, but Adriana is still walking a perilously thin line.

Adriana was seduced into the Cult of Romulus by their power and promises of reformation at a time when it seemed impossible to hold anything but malice toward the Greeks – a malice that she no longer possesses, a power that she doesn’t need, and a reformation that isn’t necessary. The true battle is not against one another but against the monsters and deific powers that threaten their livelihood. How could the city’s darker powers not see that the Roman demigods and their Greek counterparts are a far more formidable force together than divided? To the war strategist ingrained in in Adriana’s bones, this is common sense.

Adriana’s knowledge of the Cult’s existence coupled with her opposing opinions is a loaded gun. If she could drop out of the Cult she would do so in a heartbeat, but you can’t just leave a cult. Especially not one so prominent and powerful as the Cult of Romulus. They have ways of keeping their wayward members in line, as she already knows, and speaking against them publicly – or worse, revealing them – would be suicide. Adriana is doing her best to remain a neutral party in quiet defiance, but not all the Cult’s demands are so easy to ignore…

Yet while she keeps to the shadows in her disagreement with the Cult, the daughter of Mars has not been as subtle in regards to her kin. The Caninii clan’s esoteric convictions and unjust manipulation for personal gain have built them an empire within New Rome, but the power they wield is abusive and Adriana won’t have it. Wielding her status as the single direct descendant in her family line and the next head as she would a weapon, Adriana is determined to reshape the conventions of her house. If put toward good rather than gain, the wealth and influence of her family could be an avenue for positive change, but Adriana is a warrior, not a politician; and without allies and support, she can’t expect to enforce any alterations to her kin’s ancient dynasty anytime soon.

For now, Adriana is treading lightly. Balance isn’t easily maintained – anyone with Invidia or Nemesis’ blood in their veins knows that all too well. However, with the right pressures, sharpest moves, and great patience, fate can sometimes be swayed in one’s favor. Adriana does her best to be an honorable leader and a fierce soldier, appearing ever the pure, loyal Roman until she has her chance to tear away from the destiny that has been fashioned for her all her life. And when she finally gets it, she’ll do what she does best. Fight.

Para Sample (idek what this is lmao I tried):

Adriana’s senses went to the wayside as she stood in the midst of the crowd. The heavy beat of the music that projected from the stage pulsed across the field, stoking the spectators’ energy in the late night hour. At the high volume of the rock band’s set and the surrounding exclamations of enjoyment, hearing anything else beyond the event was nigh impossible. Adriana had gotten swept up in the tide of it all. With a beer in her hand and a friend at her side, she couldn’t imagine a better evening; and she didn’t want to, because as soon as she wished it, her fun was likely to end. The Fates were relentless pranksters in that way.

The concert had been Dani’s idea. The Second Cohort legionnaire had snatched the centurion to the side between training sessions and to lay out their plan for a brief escape. Adriana, always willing to step outside the boundaries of her lifelong home, had eagerly accepted. She could always rely on the legacy of Hades to come up with the most entertaining – and sneakiest – schemes. It didn’t even matter to Adriana that she wasn’t familiar with the band. Between the political stuffiness of New Rome and the responsibilities of Legion leadership, the supposed demigod sanctuary could become a suffocating environment. Adriana would take any opportunity to step aside, let loose, be herself, and just breathe.

So there she was, jumping up and down among a mob of strangers and releasing her pent up stress through a non-violent outlet. As the music tapered down for the band’s transition into the next song, the daughter of Mars took a moment to rest, chuckling through panting breaths at the dark-haired person beside her. “You’re right,” she grinned. “They’re not bad.”

“Not bad?” The legacy of Hades scoffed in mock hurt. “For all the trouble it took to bring you out here, you would claim that these beautiful, Muse-embodied humans are not bad?” Dani clicked their tongue disapprovingly. “Remind me never to invite you to join me on my ventures again.”

Adriana shook her head at the short legionnaire. Despite being the sage, Dani was a good six inches smaller than her, at the least. Not that their height made them any less ferocious. Dani was a wild soul and Adriana admired her temperament greatly. “Hey, don’t look at me,” she shrugged with an indifferent look down at the other. “You’re the one who took me out to see a band I’ve never heard of in my life. It’s not my fault I don’t have a reference to judge their music.”

Dani groaned through an exasperated sigh. “Fiiiiine. You’re excused.” Around them, the fresh beat of a new song began to shake the ground. “You’re lucky I like you, Romaíos.”

Adriana had taken that line as the close to their conversation, ready to sink back into the sounds and the madness, but just as she was teetering on the height of that edge, a pulse beneath her feet caught her off guard. No one else appeared to have felt it even though it was off beat to the rest of the tune, and there was a telltale prickling sensation that ran down the centurion’s spine. She stopped moving, eyes attentive, feeling focused, and again felt the thump resonate across the ground. In an instant, entertainment had turned to vigilance.

“Dani, stop.” Adriana reached out and placed a firm hand on the Greek’s shoulder.

Dani hesitated a brief moment before they complied. They pouted up at the Roman and opened their mouth to object, but then they felt it too, right down to their bones. The lightheartedness faded from their expression and a hand ventured toward the holster strapped to their thigh in preparation. “Where is it? Do you see anything?” they asked as their honey-colored eyes swept around them – which achieved nothing considering their height.

Adriana fiddled with the ring brace that lived on her right middle finger, sharp eyes piercing through and over the people around them. “I don’t know… it’s pretty hard to see around– wait.” Out of the corner of her eye, Adriana caught a flash of movement. Nothing concrete, but when spotting shadows, it was usually best to assume it was something rather than leave it be and get stabbed in the back for it. “Come on,” she stepped in front of Dani, starting to lead them out of the crowd.

Not seconds prior to the two of them stepping onto open ground, a guttural screech cut through the air. Both demigods snapped their heads to the left and were greeted by the misfortunate sight of a scorpion with a van-sized body. “Every fucking time…” Adriana growled under her breath and swept her thumb over the side of her ring, cueing the accessory to spin around her finger and break off. It extended into a hilt and a blade which she twirled in her hand with practiced ease. In a similar fashion, Dani equipped themself with a pair of curved knives. Adriana looked over to them and the pair shared a silent transfer of information. They knew each other well enough by now to coordinate their attacks without the distraction of words.

I take front, you take back?

Yeah, let’s go.

At Dani’s finalizing nod, Adriana turned to the monster and grabbed its attention with a high-pitched whistle. “Hey ugly!” The beast hissed, shuffling around on its spindly legs to lock eyes with the young warrior. “This what you’re looking for?” She stepped forward once with arms spread to taunt it, and sure enough, it lurched forward with another screech.

Adriana reinforced her stance, standing her ground until the scorpion only had a few seconds of distance left to close. At her side, the legacy of Hades slipped into the nearest shadow and a grin split across the centurion’s lips.

Time to go to work.

#accepted #Adriana Caninii

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