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[ashcoveredtraveler]

The Great Knights Backstory

So I said in my headcannon dump post that The Great Knights weren't exactly recruited the most Orthodox way. So below is a bit of their backstory and how they got recruited. (While Xero is included in this post, he is more of a Great Knight in training than anything).

Isma(Poison Hemlock or a Thorned plant )-

Isma was born in the Greenpath. Mosskins are usually in a communal family unit, so she grew up with multiple moms, dads and siblings. Sadly, this close environment isn't the best for sickness and a blight ravaged their family unit, killing more than half of them.

The blight and the inability to get adequate medical attention drove Isma to study as a doctor. She learned how to create medications and heal others. Since she was able to work with plants and get more familiar with them, she was able to manipulate plants her own way. First she was able to grow sturdier houses for the mosskin. She then continued to develop her skills and incorporated into her fighting style.

Unn hosts a few festivals throughout the year based on the beginning of the end of every season. There is a competition where you make plant art or sculpture. Isma submitted her project and that caught the attention of Monomon who was at the festival. She saw the potential of them and knew they were crafted by someone who was clever and knew how to fight, along with someone with a kind heart as everyone who talked about Isma at the festival spoke of her deeds. Monomon told the king about a talented mosskin and the king scouted Isma out and asked to see her skills. He was impressed and she was offered as a Great Knight in training.

Ogrim(Dung beetle)-

Ogrim was born and raised in Dirtmouth. His family was a working class family. They have a business of moving crates in and out of the Crossroads and stations in the City, which Ogrim took apart of.

Being a dung beetle has both its ups and downs. Most don't like the stench of them and there are many stereotypes that are associated with being a Dung Beetle. However dung beetles are one of the strongest bugs, so often his family would get many recruitment letters to join the guards.

One day when moving crates in the City Storeroom Stag, an earthquake hit Hallownest. Earthquakes happen often and are easily felt as Hallownest is underground, so there are precautionary measures to cause as little damage as possible. However, the infrastructure wasn't kept up to date in the city causing things to fall apart.

Ogrim was trapped in the Storeroom Stag with many other bugs. Many were injured and wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for Ogrim. He rallied whoever was able to move and led them to escape the rubble. He moved rubble for everyone to escape and there were only 2 casualties altogether in the Stag as those 2 died on impact. The King heard about the courageous bug and found he would be a good candidate to be a Great Knight.

Hegemol(Peacock Tarantula)-

Hegemol was originally from lands outside of the Wastes before his mother moved to Deepnest when he barely hatched. In Deepnest he would help out his family by selling produce in the Crossroads or City. There he learned how to be social and communicate with other bugs calmly. Usually, bugs wouldn't want to converse with anything from Deepnest unless it was to get weaver-silk out of them, but Hegemol was so personable that many bought his produce and talked to him.

This caught Lurien's eye as bugs from Deepnest don't typically get along with city bugs, and most bugs don't get along with other bugs this well. Considering that bugs from Deepnest are strong and that the personality of this tarantula doesn't seem to clash with anyone, he kept an eye on him as he was so intrigued. One day after packing up his stall, a fire broke out nearby and all of the bugs were panicking. Fires don't happen often as most of the city was lit up by Lumafly lanterns, so none of the guards really knew what to do.

Hegemol could hear the cries of bugs in the buildings and took action and ran into the building. There he was able to save everyone in the building. He was holding one last bug and noticed the building was collapsing. He rushed towards the entrance of the building and realized he wouldn't make it on time and threw the bug out of the building while it collapsed on him.

He woke up in the hospital with only four of his limbs instead of eight limbs. Once notified, Lurien visited Hegemol to see how he was doing and gave his thanks to him. Lurien heard that he was supposed to make a partial recovery as he couldn't grow back his limbs, so he invited them to do a few training sessions with the Watcher Knights. During these training sessions, Lurien invited the King over to see Hegemol. He was impressed and Hegemol was invited to join The Great Knights.

Ze'mer(If she was a root then she would be a white spider lily and if she was a bug then it would be a silverfish. She may be a mix of the two. )-

Ze'mer came from a very mysterious land. She left for adventure and purpose as her homeland didn't offer it. The one item she takes with her to remind her of her homeland is the seedling of the delicate flowers. She got her Great Nail, picked one direction, and walked forward. She eventually came across Hallownest. She quickly applied at The Archive to study common Hallownest and lived in Greenpath. There she learned Mossish along with the mosskins fighting style, adding to her experience already. Ze'mer wanted to learn more from this land and decided to learn the Mantis language and Weaver Tongue.

This doesn't just catch the King's attention, this catches everyone's attention.

Somehow there was a bug or root thing or whatever, who knows 4 of the 6 languages that are spoken in Hallownest(Common Hallownest, Weaver Tounge, Mantis language, Mossish, Lightling, Hiveling), is wielding a massive weapon that she is really good with, and is litterally everywhere. It is uncommon to know both Weaver tounge and Mantis language as both parties are usually at war with one another and the midator is Hallownest, so there was no need to know both. Considing how corgal and willingness to adapt to everyones culture, she is able to be a mediator

Everyone wanted her on their side. However the King was able to get access to Ze'mer and offered her a posision as a Great Knight.

Dryya(beetle of some sort, I haven't decided yet)-

Dryya was the weakest and more malformed than all of the rest of her eggmates. She was very thin for a child, had no signs of pigment coming in her soft chitin, and was very sickly. Instead of wasting resources on her, they just left her in the middle of Kingdoms Edge. Sadly and luckily for her, some colosseum fools found her. If she wasn't found then she would have died, but now her life will be harder.

Once she was physically able to, she cleaned off the armor of the fools that had been taken off dead fools. Once she was strong enough she had to take the armor off herself. She became desensitized to violence and blood.

Like the scumbag he is, The Lord Fool purchased some more children to do the menial work. While Dryya has seen her share of violence and mistreatment, something irked her with how the children were treated. Maybe it was the mistreatment she got her whole life, but she wanted something better for the kids.

So she decided to play by the Colosseum's rules and fight for the freedom of all of the kids. The Lord Fool 'agrees' to this and sends everything her way. There was no way in hell he would want to lose all of his servants, so he thought that Dryya would die to the fools, but she did not.

During the fight, there were some undercovered guards there as the Colosseum is always under issues of questionable work ethics. But now there is a bug fighting for the freedom of children practically held as slaves at the Colosseum, so backup is immediately called.

The fight continued on and Dryya was still going on. The Fool Lord was getting more and more nervous with every fallen fool. Dryya killed the last of the fools in the arena when a spear went through her shoulder. She kneeled over, closing her eyes thinking that she failed her task.

That was not the case and guards raided the Colosseum, saving Dryya and the kids that were there. Once the King and Queen heard about what happened, the Queen wanted to meet the brave bug that stood up to The Fool Lord.

The Queen immediately took a liking to Dryya. Since Dryya wasn't raised the idolize the King and Queen, she was blunt with the Queen. While the Queen likes her 'yes men', she likes honestly too. The Queen visited while Dryya recovered in the hospital and both bugs got close. The King wanted to see how Dryya fought and once she got better, he tested her. She fought well and she was offered to be a personal guard to the queen, as Dryya was technically the first of the Great Knights and they didn't exist yet.

Xero(Moth)-

Xero had an alright upbringing considering what is to come. His mother died while laying the clutch he was in, and he was the only one who survived in the clutch. His father wasn't around much as he needed to work for the both of them, so he was left with The Seer in training along with her son. At some point the infection started up and killed nearly half of the moth tribe including Xero's father, leaving him to raise himself.

Moths were being discriminated against at the time cause of the infection, so Xero picked up a weapon and started being a mercenary. After a few years, he was lynched and burned by one of his clients, leaving him pretty much hairless and torn wings. However after he was healed, he continued on with his mercenary work. Just as mentioned in my Ghost Backstory post, Xero ended up getting hired by a Snail shaman to escort him to some parts of the city as he was almost kidnapped.

After hearing the snail story he was intrigued and looked more into the situation and found out that there had been multiple kidnappings and disappearances and the city guards weren't doing jackshit about them so he took matters into his own hands and hijacked one of their kidnappings operations and handed evidence to the higher authorities (Watcher Knights, Lurien and The Great Knight that was in the city at the time). They were all so impressed with his performance that they offered to train him as a Great Knight.

#hollow knight #hollow knight fanart #split family au #hk headcanons #hollow knight au #hk ogrim #hk isma #hk hegemol #hk ze'mer #hk dryya #hk xero

[unmaskedagain]

Marinette’s Week Off

This is a one-shot. Sorry, I kind of forgot Adrien.

           One week. Just one week. Marinette took one week off a year. One week where she didn’t work herself to death as Marinette. Or nearly get herself killed as Ladybug. One week where she didn’t do any favors, any designs, didn’t work in the bakery, didn’t save anyone. A week to relax. A week to meditate. A week to destress and just take care of herself. Just one week every year. To prepare for it she sent reminders to all her friends and family. She posted a flyer on the class bulletin board. Marinette finished all her commission and school work in advance. 

She made Fu aware that Ladybug wouldn’t be active, told Chat Noir that Queen Bee would be his partner while she was gone. Marinette always made sure everyone was prepared for her absence. And made it clear that she would be unavailable. No matter what. She didn’t care if the world was ending.

           However, this year was different than the ones that came before. For starters, Marinette now only had two or three good friends in class, and one or two mediocre ones. She only warned those three people. While she still posted her usual flyer, she had done it knowing it would be disregarded.

           Marinette was no longer class president either; she no longer had to plan class trips, parties, or dances. Or anything of the sort. When she was class president, Marinette always made sure to plan her week off around the class’s busiest time of the year. That year, she didn’t have to so she didn’t. In fact, she planned her week off during the biggest dance of year, the class musical, the class’s big fundraiser. It was usually her most stressful week of the year.

           Not this time.

           On the Friday before her week off, Marinette reminded Bustier of her absence for the next week, and then walked out of class with a relieved smile on her face. She was almost there. Just two more days. She used her weekend to finish up any last minutes details of her vacations; confirm her reservation; spend most of the time with her parents.

           And on the stroke of midnight that turned Sunday to Monday, Marinette got her bags, kissed her parents goodbye and was gone in her Uber. She knew how this week worked. By six am, the ‘emergency’ calls would start; everyone screaming fire. However, she wouldn’t be there to put them out, metaphorical fires or real ones.

Not today, Satan, Marinette thought.

           Marinette got to the airport, slept on the plane ride, arrived at her luxury beach resort, a little after sunrise. She had saved up her money and did extra commissions all year to pay for it. It was beautiful. However, there was just one problem…

“Marinette, love!” Jagged called, somehow looking more awake in the wee hours of the morning than he did at 3 in the afternoon. Penny, however, looked half-asleep. Even Fangs slept on the luggage being moved by a rather fearful looking bellhop.

           Marinette’s parents couldn’t get time off the bakery; it was their busiest time too. Her grandma was in Peru. Mariette needed an adult with her at the resort. Jagged happened to overhear her mother asking if she found a chaperone yet. It wasn’t like Marinette had any other options.

“I have so many Rockin’ plans!” Jagged said. “Scuba diving! Sky diving. Swimming with sharks. Parasailing! Bungee jumping!”

           Marinette narrowed her eyes at her favorite rockstar and honorary Uncle, “Sleep.” She said.

           Jagged waved her off, “We’ll sleep when we’re dead.”

“Sleep,” Marinette hissed darkly.

           As amazing as that all sounded it could wait. Marinette was there to relax, not fight a shark. “Not today, Satan,” She whispered when she checked into her room. Leaving Penny to drag away a protesting Jagger to get some sleep as well. She called her parents to let her she had gotten there safely, called to re-confirm her spa reservation for that afternoon and then check her texts.

           She had gotten quite a few as expected. Chloe wishing her a good vacation and promising to keep an eye on Chat. Luka sent her funny vacation memes. Nathaniel sent pics or didn’t happen texts; he found the possibility of Marinette all people actually taking a vacation hilarious and improbable. She’d show him though.

           Then there were a few texts from her ex-friends. And it seemed like the fires had started…

           When class started on Monday, most didn’t realize that Marinette wasn’t there until Bustier reminded Chloe to remind Chloe about the test next week. They all shrugged it off. Glad not to have to deal with the drama Marinette brought to class.

           When Alya, the new class president, brought up the dance that Friday, things got a little tense.

“We need volunteers,” The glasses-wearing girl said. “People to decorate and to clean up and all that. We also need to get decorations.”

           She received confused looks.

“Isn’t that your job?” Alix asked. “The class president does all that.”

           Alya crossed her arms, “No it’s not my job. I organize and plan but I can’t do everything by myself.”

“Marinette did,” Kim shrugged. “It can’t be that hard.”

“Do you wanna do it?” Alya asked him but he quickly shook his head. “Thought so. We don’t have a big budget. So can anyone chip in for decorations and food?”

           Mylene frowned, “Marinette made all the decorations and food.” They never had to chip in before. “Maybe she’d do it again.”

There were nods. They may not be friends with the girl anymore but she was still very helpful.

“OH! I need a dress,” Rose brightened up the room with her smile. “Marinette made mine last year. It was so beautiful. I’ll ask her to make another.”

           A few of the girls said the same.

“Not gonna happen,” Chloe smirked. “You guys are on your own.”

           Alya shot her a glare. “And we’ll be just fine.” She wasn’t happy about asking her ex-bestie for anything, anyway.

           They were not fine.

           Monday they had all talked a big game about not needing Marinette but by Tuesday, they realized that was a lie.

           Because everything was falling apart.

           Mylene’s musical was Friday, the day before the dance. More than half the class were either in it or helping with it. That meant Alya had barely any volunteers for the Dance committee. And had been reminded by Bustier about the annual fundraiser they did every year to pay for the class trip. Alya had been class president since the beginning of the year, and had been responsible for planning it. She had forgot all about it.

           Alya was confident she managed though. They’d pull in enough money to pay for the entire trip and she’d get to rub it in Marinette’s face that no one needed. Alya hoped Lila was back in time from her trip with Prince Ali to see it.

           In addition, neither she nor Bustier seem to remember that the fundraiser was always biggest because it was the last one of the year. Marinette usually had done several different ones by then.

           Mylene was struggling. None of the sets were done. The costumes were terrible. The entire play seemed to be falling apart. They had forgot to only put up flyers promoting the play but they never even made them. She didn’t understand, normally everything would be going as smooth as silk by then. Silk…

“Marinette,” She gasped. Yes, she remembered, Marinette always helped out with the school plays. The Bluenette would fix the costumes. She’d even help out with the flyers and the set. Mylene pulled out her phone and quickly called her ex-friend. It went to voice mail. She frantically sent a dozen texts, all screaming emergency. But she never got a reply.

           Marinette laid on the beach, drinking virgin Pina Colada, while talking with a boy she met while surfing and subtly eyeing him. He was a seventeen-year-old, tanned, dark haired Adonis, literally named Adonis. He was ripped in a way Marinette had only every previously seen on guys in magazines or on TV. Marinette was fifteen, (Sixteen in just a few months) had grown remarkably into her looks, and smirked a bit every time she caught Adonis eyeing her back.

“I got to go,” Adonis said. “Work.” He leaned a bit closer to Marinette. “If you wanna drop by, I wouldn’t mind. Maybe we can go for a swim together.”

Marinette flushed with excitement and blushed a lovely pink by the offer, “That sounds amazing! What do you do?”

           He grinned a sparkling white smile that lit up his gray eyes, and caused Marinette to let out a dreamy sigh. “I work with my dad. We do underwater scuba tours and explore sea wildlife and dormant underwater volcanos. We just got be careful to avoid sharks.”

           Marinette’s fell open, and she just stared at the older boy for a moment, “I’m a little busy today. But can we meet up later,” She squeaked.

           They said they goodbyes. And once Adonis was out sight, Marinette’s eyes narrowed, “Not today, Satan.”

           An image of the first time saw Adonis suddenly floated to the front of her mind. Adonis coming out of the water, with his surfer board and red swim trucks, running towards dry land.

           Marinette took a deep breath to stead herself; fight the urge to go running after Adonis. Because there was no way in hell she was going to deal with a “Dormant” volcano. And she didn’t mess with sharks. Neither did Jagged anymore and he had to learn his lessons the hard way. He was lucky to come back with all his limbs.

           By Wednesday, everyone was panicking. Alya refused to give in and attempted to rally her troops; with a divide and conquer plan. Lila had even come back early and graciously offered to take time away from her busy schedule to help. Alya decided they’d work on the play first. Then prepare for the dance, it shouldn’t take that long to decorate anyway, Alya had guess. Then finally they work on the fundraiser.  Everything would go perfectly.

           …Everything went wrong.

           They worked the entire morning on the Mylene’s musical. They tried to work on the costumes. But they had no one who could fix the costumes. Any tailor they went to cost an arm and a leg. Lila’s personal tailor was away helping the Duchess of Manchester with her wedding dress. Max could print flyer but only generic ones. Not the creative ones Marinette had always made. And it wasn’t like they could ask Nathaniel for help without him spitting acid at them. The sets had to be rushed; and ended up poorly painted. Not even close to as good as the ones Marinette had help do the year before and even worse than the ones other classes had done. To make matters worse, the light fixtures they had installed started a small fire.

           Mylene had a full blown panic attacked that caused one of the strongest Akuma Queen Bee and Chat Noir had ever faced.

           The musical had taken up most of the day. So Alya and the class spent the rest of it and most of the night trying to prepare for the dance. The problem was their budget was small. Apparently it had always been that small which had shocked Alya and the others as they remembered the amazing dances Marinette had always thrown. The only decorations came from the local party story and were as cheap as possible. But they hadn’t gotten nearly enough when they got to gym and fully realize the size of it. But most of their budget was already shot on what they did get.

           While for the last few years, Marinette’s had supplied most of the food for the dances from the bakery. It was clear to Alya that, it wouldn’t be happening. Most of the class had been banned from the shop. Alya ended up having to buy dollar store chips and drinks; and ended up with a cliché fruit punch bowl.

           Everyone got in trouble with their parents for being out so late. Even if they had been at school. All the kids were exhausted and overly stressed. When Alya got home that night, she got a text from Nino that caused her to burst into tears. His DJ gear had fried. They had no music for the dance.

           Not to mention Alya hadn’t even thought about the fundraiser. What was she going to do? What could she do?

           Alya cried herself to sleep. Knowing that in the morning she’d have to swallow her pride and call in the big guns. She needed Marinette. They all did.

           Marinette was having the time of her life. She laughed as let Heinrich and Mila twirl her around the dance floor. She was at a local teen club, out late, and truly partying for the first time in her life. He was a sixteen-year-old, six foot tall, blond, gorgeous fut-baller, with cheekbones that could cut glass. He had come to the city with his team for a charity match all the way from Germany. Mila was a beautiful redhead from Ireland, with startling blue eyes and a face dusted with freckles. She was a futballer too and was the most competitive person Marinette had ever met.

           Marinette had met the futball players, the girls’ team and the boys’ team at the beach. When the girls realized they only had five plays to the boys’ six and needed another girl. They saw Marinette alone and invited her to play. They all had a blast. Afterwards, they invited her to the club that night.

           Marinette had danced with everyone. However, somehow she had found herself smashed between Heinrich and Mila, more often than anyone else.

           The three laughed their way off the dance floor when Tonya, a local girl with green hair, and a futballer herself, had waved them over.

“We’re going to Fairy Ridge,” Tonya shouted over the music.

           Marinette’s interest was piqued. “Fairy Ridge?”

           Tonya answered happily, “It’s beautiful at night. An underground cave, near the ocean. It has this opening at the top and you can see all stars. It has a bunch of colorful crystals that glow in the moonlight, and fill up the cave.”

“Sweet,” Mila said, her arm still around Marinette. “Sounds like a party, mate.”

           Everyone agreed quickly. But Marinette wasn’t too sure. It was really late to the point where Jagged would be proud when she got back. Penny had made Marinette promise to avoid doing anything that would make Jagged proud; apart from the Bluenette’s usual awesomeness of course.

“You are coming, yes, Marinette?” Heinrich gave her his most charming smile that made Marinette go weak in the knees.

“Marinette, the ridge is so cool,” Tonya exclaimed, a bright smile on her face. “It’s supposed to be magic. They say fairies used to really live there. It’s cursed. They say all who enter are given a test of worth. Those who pass are stolen away to live under fae rule forever more as a fairy.”

           Marinette just looked at her. She thought of Tikki, the small magical god of creation, who was enjoying her vacation in the luxury sweet as well. When Marinette left her, she had been in a bowl of cookies finally getting caught up on Game of Thrones. A god who’s power turned Marinette into a magical superhero. Magical was real. And if A kwami was real, fairies could be too.

           The bluenette pursed her lips, and feigned a look of disappoint, “Sorry, guys. It’s so late. I’m already super passed my curfew. You guys go. We’ll hang tomorrow, okay?”

           The other teens expressed their disappointment, though Mila and Heinrich tried to convince her a bit more as they left the club. Jagger’s personal driver already waited for her.

           Once they had parted ways, Marinette got into the car and drove off. She waved brightly to the backs of the beautiful teens, “Not today, Satan.”

           Thursday, the entire class was freaking out. They had all gotten there early, desperate to try to fix the mess they were in. Even Alya could admit she needed some serious help. They all waited for Marinette to show up. Surely, it had to be back by now, right? They needed her!

           When the school bell rang starting class, and once again, Marinette didn’t appear. Alya nearly screamed. “Where is she?” She asked. “Marinette can’t miss this much school!”

“She’s not replying to my texts,” Mylene said, her eyes frantic with worry. Her boyfriend Ivan tried to calm her down.

“She never got back to me either,” Rose frowned. “Normally I’d get a bunch of questions asking about the style of wanted for my dress by now.”

           Alya stomped her foot. “Marinette hasn’t answered a single of calls. What part of S.O.S doesn’t she understand? The dance is falling apart. I have no idea what to do about the fundraiser on Sunday. We need her. I swear if that girl lost her phone again…”

“You’ll do what?” Surprising it was Nathanial who asked this. There was silence at his questions. “That’s what I thought. You’ll do nothing. One, because you have no right to text the girl you disowned as a friend and ridiculed for the last year for help. Two, you couldn’t take Marinette in a fight with everyone in this class helping you. And three, you’re the one who turned down her offers to help all year; citing that you didn’t need her. You don’t get to beg for help at the last minute, and be surprised that she can’t do it.” The speech had turned into an angry rant by the end as the once quiet redhead glared at them with poorly concealed disgust.

           Chloe knew bringing Nathanial into their fold had been a smart idea. She sent a vicious smile to the class, “Marinette’s on vacation. She won’t be back until Monday.” Chloe relaxed in her seat. “For her ex-friends; it’s her one week. You should know what that means”

           There were gasps. Alya’s face drained of color. They all knew what that meant. Marinette was gone in the wind, and she wouldn’t come back or answer her phone even if fire rained from the sky as furbys finally revealed the truth of their evilness and declared themselves the new rules of earth.

           They were on their own.

           Lila watched with a frown as her classmates fell apart. She didn’t think this would happened when she got Alya to replace Marinette as class president. Who knew the idiots could survive without the girl?

“No dresses,” Rose realized. All the girls in class looked ready to cry. Marinette always made their dresses, always. What were they going to do? They never saved up any money for a dress because they never had to before.

           Mylene started crying, “The play is ruined.” She sobbed. “I worked so hard on it.”

“What about the fundraiser?” Alix asked. “So much for going to New York or anywhere! Our class trip is ruined!”

           Bustier looked at a loss of what to do as her student began to panic. “Now everyone calm down. Breath.” She said calmly. “It. Will. Be. Fine.”

           Alya paced around the class, her hair wild, her eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep. “Ok, we can do this! I can do this!” She hissed. “I don’t need Marinette. I’ve never needed Marinette!” She looked around at the class. “None of us do. Anything she can do, we can do better, right?” Some looked unsure but Alya manage to rally everyone. “We can get our own dresses!” She yelled. “We can decorate our own dance. We fix the school play. And we will do the fund raiser. Without her, who need that bully anyway?”

           Nathaniel and Chloe shared a look and rolled their eyes. This would be good.

           The next few days would go down in Bustier’s class history as the worst three days of the students’ lives. And the most embarrassing.

           Barely anyone showed up for Mylene’s musical. None of the costumes were finished. The sets were a disaster. The actors were so frazzled, they couldn’t remember their lines. Three people walked out. One of them was Kim’s grandmother. Kim who had been one of the lead actors.

           On the day of Mylene’s play, Marinette woke up from her second nap of day to Penny banging on her door. When the bluenette opened it, the woman screamed, “Get ready!”

“What?” Marinette yawned, still half-asleep.

“Get. Ready. Now,” Excitement shown in the older woman eyes. She bounced around the room, opened Marinette’s closet and started throwing out clothes. “Hurry!”

“Why?” It was her vacation. Marinette didn’t want to rush. Or move.

“Zac Efron,” Penny squealed. That got Marinette’s attention and it was all Marinette need to shoot to attention and start scrambling to get ready. “Tom Holland, and Zendaya are filming a movie on an island close by. Jagged got us passed to go set.”

           As Marinette got dressed she asked, “What’s the movie about?”

           Penny gave a dreamy sigh, “Pirates and adventures. It’s a musical. Zendaya plays a kickass pirate who takes control of her father’s ship after he dies to rescue her genius half-brother, played by Tom Holland, who managed to figure out the location of the greatest treasure in all of history, from the evil Pirate King, played by Zac Efron.”

“Now that’s a musical I’d watch,” Marinette finished her make up in the mirror.

“And get this!” Penny paused for dramatic effect. “Harry Styles is the love interest. He supposed to be on set sometime this week.”

           Marinette screamed.

           They took a helicopter to the island. It was the best day of her life. She got to meet the goddess that was Zendaya, Her real life prince charming Tom Holland, and the man of her dreams Zac Efron. They were nice. They were sweet. They took so many pictures and videos with her.

           When Jagged mentioned Marinette designed most of his wardrobe. Marinette even got to show off her sketch book she had brought when the cast was too busy and it got boring. Zendaya commissioned a dress. She nearly right there.

           Then the director got a call, “Okay Harry’s arrived. He’s waiting at the cave. Time to shoot the act 5, scene 1.”

           They all moved to leave.

“Cave?” Marinette found herself asking.

           Penny nodded, “Its historically accurate. The real life Captain Wolfblood, the guy who’s treasure everyone wants, supposedly buried his there. Pirates fought and died there all the time trying to find it. Supposed to be cursed. So whoever died was bound there for eternity; their ghosts protect the treasure. Killing all who enter their domain.”

           Marinette found herself stopping in her tracks, “Pirate Ghosts.” She stated. “Cursed treasure.”

“Harry Styles…” Penny sang, causing Jagged to give her a sour look.

           Harry Styles… For the first time that vacation Marinette was tempted to go. Tempted to risk pirates’ curses and murderous ghosts just to see the man who had caused ten-year-old Marinette to write Mrs. Harry Styles in her diary for a month.

“I actually have to facetime my parents,” Marinette frowned. “Reception terrible out here.”

           After promising to meet them for dinner, Marinette booked it off the island. As it faded from sight, and all her wishes of being the future Mrs. Harry Styles burned, she whispered, “You stepped of your game. I’m impressed.” She glared at the window. “But Not today, Satan.”

           The dance was a catastrophe. Everyone in class could admit to that. All the girls wore their dresses from the year before. For the first time, there was no live performance. Just Nino’s play music from his phone. Until it died midsong. They forgot to get helium for the balloons, so they had to blow them up themselves. The chips were stale. The punch tasted like rotten bananas. No one alerted the proper staff regarding the dance so no one warned the janitor not to wax the gym floor the night before. Five kids hurt themselves. Alya forgot to get chaperones. And found Damocles and Mendeleiev shut down the entire dance before it even got passed its first hour.

           The night of the dance would go down as the best night of Marinette’s life. The director from the day before had liked Marinette so much that gave her the role of Lunaris, mermaid princess, originally played by an actress who had backed out of the role at the last second. Like literally right before they were supposed to shoot her scenes. It was a small role; Marinette didn’t have many lines and only two songs to herself (and fillers song lines throughout the movie). Plus she died. (The entire part took five days to film, and Marinette ended up staying on her vacation an additional two days. Her parents instantly approved; wanting their daughter away from the drama of her ex-friends. However, Marinette would be called in for additional reshoots and scenes, a month later. Then more after that as they would expand her role) She spent the entire time in a mermaid costume. Up until the last act of the movie.

           However, her character was in love with Harry Styles’ character, a mermaid prince who became human for chance to win the love of Zendaya’s character. Her character more or less had been the prince’s childhood best friend who never admitted to being in love with him until it was too late. She had spent the entire movie supporting him to win the main character’s heart. Her first song was sang as she helped him escape the underwater kingdom to go to his true love while she hid her own; choosing to put him before herself. The next day it was revealed that they were supposed to have been betrothed and united their kingdoms. Her second song happened after she chose to fight on land to save her friend and taking a killing blow for him; she died singing to the prince about not waiting to tell someone you love until its’ too late; especially if the love’s worth dying for. Or walking on land for.

           After shooting her scenes for the day; she was invited by the cast to go meet Chris Heimsworth who was vacationing at a nearby island resort. They were going to go budging jumping of the highest mountain on the Island, near shark infested waters. Again Marinette only had one thing to say to that, “Not today, Satan.” She was not going to fight a shark. Not that week. No matter how much she loved Thor. (She’d later find out Tom Hiddleston was there and cry.)

           The fundraiser had cost more than it raised. That was all anyone was willing to say on the subject. Particularly Alya who was missing her eyebrows.

           The day of the fundraiser, the Day Marinette was supposed to return home, was bliss. At the end of it, Marinette found herself watching the sunset with Jagged and Penny.

“We should visit mermaid isle,” Penny suggested. “I heard it’s magical. There’s a spot that grants wishes… At a price.”

           Marinette didn’t bother to ask for anymore. She just smiled, “Not today, Satan.”

           The next morning, the Monday Marinette should have already been back home, instead she was getting ready to shoot some more scene for the movie. Then she got a call.

“Hey Marinette!” Kimi, the director, said. “We were hoping you could come in early today. We have to shoot your death scene.”

“Oh! Sweet! Where?”

“Shark cove. It will be perfect,” Kimi said cheerfully. “This time before your last breath, Harry’s going to kiss you goodbye. So eat a mint.”

           Marinette mind froze. Kiss… Harry? “Shark cove?”

“Yeah, we’ll have to be careful not to attract any, you know?” Kimi sighed. “It’ll be a bit dangerous. You okay with that?”

           The bluenette wanted to scream no way. But it was a new week. “I’m there,” She said firmly. For a kiss from Harry Styles, she’d do anything.

           Vacation time was over. Marinette was going to fight a shark.

           When Marinette returned to school on Wednesday, it was to the frustrated faces of her classmates. None of them talked to her. Just glared coldly. Though Alya did give her a sarcastic, welcome back.

           Marinette just shrugged and went to sit at her desk next to Chloe and Nathaniel, who were both grinning.

“How was it?” Marinette asked them.

           Nathaniel smirked, “Epic! Three fires. Two poisonings. A kid broke his leg. Four more ended up in the emergency room.”

“The play was a disaster,” Chloe added. “The dance was shut down after an hour. The fire department came to the so called fund raiser. You were gone for little more than a week and these morons nearly got themselves killed like four times.”

“We got in on video!” Nathaniel laughed.

           Marinette laughed.

           She looked at the stressed and embarrassed students of Bustier’s class, even the teacher looked worse for wear.

           Marinette smirked.

           Somebody obviously needed a vacation. Or rather… Everybody.

#ml salt #ml fic #marinette dupen chang #Marinette deserves better

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do u hv any general tips on writing? ive spent so long re reading ur fics to learn from them, and each time im absolutely amazed at how good it is, like, each word feels like it needed to be there including words like "really" "probably" "even" just small things like that, make it so real, and as if we're actually reading the character's thoughts. also, when it comes to fics, do you base it off your own life? or do you some research, if so are there any sites u use frequently? have a good day <3

Hmmm okay

I'll go slightly out of order (under cut bc trying not to spam dashes):

First off, thank you so so much!! Wowzers! Every time someone says they've read something I wrote more than once, it makes me so, so happy!!! And to do it with the intention of learning?! Whoa! I'm so touched! Someone once told me they learned a lot whenever I did that "commentary" on coming up tails... I planned on doing that w ch. 11 of aibg (that someone requested)... maybe I should rally? Idk, if you think it'd be of some use, lmk and I'll begin this weekend. That said, I never took a writing class apart from one memoir one, so idk much. I'm also just kind of going with the flow and hoping what I write makes sense! I don't think I'd ever have enough confidence in my writing to go into a creative lit class or anything! (funny you'd say that about not having one excessive word bc I'm actively trying to write LESS... I think I always have too many unnecessary words 😂)

(vaguely answered inspo before) I do base a LOT off my own life. Mostly conversations I'm imagining with people I like. Like I have a crush on this guy (see any other post), and a few months back I saw him in a store and we didn't speak, but saw each other. i kept imagining he would wait outside when i exited and i'd walk up to him and the first thing i'd say to him, meeting him in person for the first time, would be: "i'm going to hate myself, aren't i?" "why?" he'd ask. "for having sex with you." and that obviously didn't happen, but i imagined it over and over and am always tempted to write a ST story w work enemies based on that one fantasied-conversation. does that make sense?

The easiest ones offhand are ALL of On Pride. I did get a splinter and meet a classmate at the hospital week one of undergrad. I went to dinner with someone i liked all through law school and he always knew it and it always felt like the timing didn't work, but he also was single and then went out with someone else? but i still am positive liked me? idk (this and hospital were years apart and different people). Or in paper moon, I had a think w a guy in barbados that was similar... or had the same conversation at the cloisters in ny that they have in the church about god... So point of the story: yes, a lot of things are based off dumb shit in my life, but most is based off imagined-conversations with men. also a lot on scenes from media I consume. I'll see a movie, love one plot point, think about it for weeks, and then decide to write it down. (or these days, you guys... i did a rough outline of that whole royal!au/bodyguard!au after someone put it in an ask 😂)

That all said, I don't do research for inspiration... but when I have a question (see this answer) I just google. during oh, oh I'm on fire (worth the tag even though no one will read? 😭) I called my mother so many times to ask about the 70's (i.e. did you say fridge or icebox growing up? when did grandma stop wearing panty-hose?). So that's basically it? (i even read a book specifically for that though!). No specific websites. Sorry I can't be of more help!

And then, finally, general tips:

just write. That’s the most important. Edit later if that helps. Just keep writing.

I am a pro-outliner. But sometimes that doesn’t work for everyone. I love it because I can lay out the big things and then see where I have gaps. And when I need motivation, i already have the section basically drafted. So if I’m having to force myself (which happens — it’s work. There is always a few parts (sometimes more) of a fic I have to grit my teeth through), I already have what I want to say outlined and can just write it out and by the time I finish that section, I’m into it and can move onto the next thing. I love outlining. It helps me see the big picture too. And when I need motivation, I’ll just reread my outline.

If that doesn’t work though, then just write. And when it gets hard, see if you can just eek out one more page, even if you hate everything you’re putting down, just to get over that hurdle.

And find friends! If you ever need someone to look at your writing, let me know! I have no superlative ideas, but can always be around to talk through things/motivate!

Anyway, sorry for this morbidly long answer. I hope at least some of it was of use. And thank you for this message! It really made my day to see it as soon as I woke up!

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Essays in Existentialism: Troublemaker (Before)

Previously on Troublemaker

“See! You’re having a good time!”

The music pulsated through the streets, and Lexa didn’t care that her sister was gloating because she really was having a good time despite all intentions otherwise. The sun was bright and glaring without a cloud in the sky, and downtown was brimming with all colors, alive and vibrant, celebrating. And she as swept up in it, proud and overflowing with the music and freedom of being completely herself and being completely unknown in the crowd. 

It’d been a hard fought battle for her to agree to come with her sister to Pride, but she didn’t have anything else to do, and because of Anya’s need to be an overachiever, something they both ascribed to genetics, she was going to be doing an internship and leaving soon enough, thus cutting their summer together incredibly short. The guilt and her sister’s incessant need to prove a point brought them downtown for the day, and Lexa was almost okay with it.

“I knew you would like it,” Anya gloated, dancing around with her sister in the pulsating group of bodies at the concert in the park. 

“Is it always like this?” 

A gaggle of scantily-clad men moved through in nothing but speedos and suspenders, and Lexa let one of them grab her and twirl her around. The entire day, she’d been absolutely adored and adoring of everyone around her. An inundation of love and support was enough to make her unsure of how to go back to real life.

Her sister watched as Lexa danced, hands up, smiling wide and overjoyed. She enjoyed the fact that her sister came out to her and she could actually do something about it. Though straight, Anya spent her first two years of college taking a crash course in gay when her random roommate was a very out and very proud girl who liked to use Anya as a wngman. She was incredibly helpful in coming up with things to help Lexa feel normal and supported, and Anya was going ot be the best big sister possible. She was that type A.

“Pride is always like this,” Anya promised. “And you get to be super gay anytime you want. Isn’t that great?” 

“You’re worse than mom and dad. They’re like oddly proud to have a gay kid.” 

“Nah, just because you’re you.” 

“Shut up,” Lexa rolled her eyes and moved, wiggling around, goofy and carefree. 

For the entire day, the sisters moved through the crowds, checking out vendors, eating delicious food, listening to speakers, and got decked out in glowing necklaces and rainbows painted on their faces. It was exhausting to be so gay, but Lexa finally understood what she’d been missing in her fear of joining the GSA, and her fear of being out at school. She hadn’t thought about how wonderful it would be to not have to worry about hiding, or at least, not actively living. 

“Thank you,” Lexa offered, as the pair stood on the side of the road for the parade. She hugged her sister as the sun began to set between the tall buildings. “This has been the best day of my life.”

“You’re a sap.” 

“I am not.” 

“You are.” 

“I’m not,” she smiled and danced around, her sister not used to such a carefree girl in front of her. “I’m just super gay-- Oops, I’m so sorr--”

Lexa stopped moving after bumping into someone behind her, not paying attention and living her life too widely and too queerly for such a confined area. She gaped and stared at the body she bumped into, more mortified than she’d been in her entire life. 

The body came attached to a pretty face. A familiar face. A face with bright blue eyes, and a mischievous grin and a messy bunch of wavy blonde hair. A face that had a tongue ring. A face that was attached to the girl who protested the Sadie Hawkins dance, the pep rally, and last year single handedly turned the swimming pool pink for women’s history month.This was the same face that Lexa couldn’t help but stare at anytime she walked by in the halls at school. This was the face that didn’t even know she existed. 

Clarke Griffin stared back in equal parts amazement at the girl who did the bumping. In all of her wildest dreams, she never imagined Lexa Woods, class president, Academic Decathlon team captain, Student of the Quarter, perfect attendance-winning, overall adorable nerd, would be standing next to her at Pride. And not just standing-- dancing, covered in rainbows, and smiling in something other than a primly put together button up shirt with a schedule strapped to her chest. 

“Clarke,” Lexa gulped, unable to say anything else, unable to hide her fear and confusion. “I-I-I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you. I was just… um… ” 

“It’s okay. Kind of close quarters and you were just being super queer,” she returned gracefully as she eyed the entire being of Lexa on summer break. “I didn’t think I’d run into anyone here. I thought everyone left for summer.” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Oh, I’m always recruiting people for my zine. Intersectional politics and good music with a queer tint. Honestly, it’s whatever anyone submits. We set up a tiny booth,” Clarke explained, rambling slightly. “And I’m kind of gay.” 

“Kind of?” 

This was incredibly new and important news to Lexa, even if she didn’t know what to do with it.The entire school knew that Clarke ran with the same crowd, a crowd Lexa didn’t know anything about other than idle gossip. And it always looked like she was very close to Bellamy Blake. Romantically close. 

“Bi.”

“You have to go?” 

“No-- no… I’m bisexual.” 

Lexa felt her face burn and she wanted to melt into a puddle, right there in the early June evening. Maybe disappear into the sewer and wash away into the sea for the rest of time. But she didn’t. Instead, she just stood there, in front of the biggest badass tough guy hot girl she’s ever seen in her entire life. 

It was the longest they’d ever spoken, and she’d ruined it in under three minutes after learning that Clarke was gay-ish.

“That’s cool,” she finally managed, earning a small smile. 

Clarke pushed some hair away from her face and scratched her neck, using the pause to look at Lexa’s legs. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t try too much. 

“Is this your first Pride?” 

“Is it that obvious?” Lexa sighed, bashful at her display. 

“No, you look cute. I like the festiveness.” 

That didn’t help anything at all. Lexa looked around for her sister who made herself busy talking to other people and not at all available to bail her out of saying anymore words. 

“I’m gay,” Lexa finally blurted after a prolongued moment of silence. 

“That’s cool.” 

“Thanks.” 

A shout reached them over the noise of the parade, and both looked in that direction. 

“I have to um,” Clarke looked over her shoulder at the group that was calling her name. “I have to go catch up with my friends.”

“Right, yeah, definitely.” 

“It was good to see you, Woods,” she grinned as she backed away. “I hope I get to bump into you again.” 

“Right, yeah! Me, uh. Me too,” Lexa nodded.   

With another wave, Clarke was gone, swept up by her friends as they moved through the crowd. Lexa caught the look that Clarke gave her over her shoulder and she smiled because she got a look back. It might not have meant anything, but it still felt kind of good. 

“Your first Pride, and you’re getting chatted up by a grade A hottie. I’m impressed,” her sister slung her arm over her shoulder. 

“That was just a girl from school.” 

“She was not what I pictured for your type.” 

“I don’t-- I don’t have a type,” Lexa furrowed. 

“Everyone does. It just so happens that yours seems to be punk baddies with probable daddy issues.” 

“There’s no way you could know--”

“She was digging you too, by the way.” 

“There’s no-- I don’t-- She wouldn’t-- That was-- No,” Lexa shook her head. 

“Trust me. I’ve seen gay relief, and that girl was gay relieved you were gay.” 

“That’s not a thing.” 

“Don’t be mad because i have my ear to the ground in the gay community,” Anya shook her head. “I’ll have you know that Kaitlyn said I’d make a great lesbian.”

“Please let me die right here.” 

XXXXXXXXXX

The library on Fourth Street was nearly always empty around the end of lunch time. It seemed to empty out come the hottest part of the day with the normal crowd of parents and kids looking to stay busy during the long summer hours came in for story time and craft projects. 

With no particular impetus to move quickly, Lexa pushed her cart of returns through the aisles and rearranged any messy or disorganized stacks she found. But her head wasn’t particularly in it. 

Instead, Lexa thought about Pride, and replayed the entire interaction with a certain mild degenerate who had a pretty smile, who called her cute, she realized, halfway through overanalyzing it again for the hundredth time. All she could wonder was if this is what having a crush felt? And if so, was it possible to have crush after just three minutes? Nothing really prepared her for this. How could it? He didn’t have time for a crush. She only had to focus and get into the school she wanted. And then she could be who she thought she might want to be. 

“Hey Woods.” 

Lexa stopped as she turned to the next aisle, only to find the exact subject of her internal debate. There was a book tucked into her elbow as she retracted an arm reached out to grab something on a top shelf. Lexa looked to her bare arms, and then to her hips where a flannel was tied, and only subtly hiding her short shorts and some of the long legs and Lexa was gay. 

“I know it’s a library, but I’m sure you can talk a little bit,” Clarke smiled. 

Sunglasses tucked and holding her hair up out of her face, the girl had a motorcycle helmet tucked into the same elbow as the book. 

“Hey,” Lexa managed. 

“You work here?” 

“Yeah, just doing some little things, stacking, kids story time and stuff.” 

“Sounds fun,” Clarke nodded. She leaned against the shelf behind her and watched Lexa push her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. This was the Lexa she was used to seeing, and it did nothing to make her less interested, which was insanely weird. 

“Here for anything good?” 

“Uh, just some of the summer reading for Lit. And I’m kind of interested in a few SAT practice books. I took it already, but there’s one more that I can take before applications are due, and I’d like to see if I can do a little better.” 

It certainly wasn’t the reason Lexa expected, but she should have known better to expect anything from someone she really didn’t know other than through stories of stories of stories from other people. 

“Sounds like you have a busy summer planned.” 

Clarke laughed and ducked her head and Lexa tried not to be entranced by the action. 

“Have to keep busy between the protests and debauchery.” 

“Right, same.” 

“Everyone kind of left for the summer, it seems. It’s kind of nice, isn’t it?” 

“I was thinking the same thing,” Lexa agreed. “I miss my friends, but I’ve gotten a lot of things done.” 

“I’m sure you’re already done with the summer homework.” 

“No… well, just most of it.” 

“We’re two weeks into summer break, Woods,” Clarke pretended to admonish. Lexa shrugged, slightly guilty. “We’re going to have to find something to keep you busy.” 

“I think work will take care of that.” 

“You’re forgetting that I saw you at Pride. I know that you know how to have fun,” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows slightly. “And I know that you find me absolutely irresistible and cute.” 

“How could you possibly know that?” 

“So you admit it then?” 

“What? No,” Lexa shook her head and pushed her cart down the row, looking for the place to put the next in her pile. 

But Clarke wasn’t ready to leave, and she hung around, pushing off of the shelf only to follow Lexa and hover closer than Lexa could almost handle. 

“You checked me out at Pride.” 

“I did not.” 

“You did. I saw it. And you let me know you were interested in girls. If you didn’t know yet, I’m a girl, so the math seems to be adding up.” 

“Correlation does not imply causation,” Lexa responded quickly. “Your logic is not at all close to sound.” 

“So you don’t like me?” 

“I don’t even know you. If anything, I just find your face and,” Lexa moved her hand in Clarke’s direction, “that, all, pleasing.” 

“Good to know.” 

“Who even walks around telling people that they find them attractive. It’s maddening to have that much confidence.” 

Lexa jammed the book into the shelf as Clarke leaned beside her, grinning that grin that meant she was amused. That was also maddening. All of it suddenly was maddening, and Lexa missed the quiet of her shelves and wished she could go back in time and not let herself go to Pride. Then she wouldn’t have to see Clarke Griffin. 

“I like to have a healthy opinion of myself.” Lexa snorted. “And you should have one of yourself. Want to know a secret?” 

It was the smile that did it. And the eyes. But Lexa looked at Clarke and softened somewhat. It was due to the proximity, she told herself. Nothing else that she could control. 

“Sure.” 

“I didn’t really need these books,” Clarke offered. “I mean, I could have just ordered them online like a normal person. And I live closer to the Redwood Branch.” 

“Then why’d you come here?” 

“Hard to imagine you’re the valedictorian,” she chuckled. “I came to see you.” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah. I saw you at Pride and was intrigued. Thought I might feel it out a little bit.” 

“Why are you telling me this?” 

“Why not, Woods?” Clarke sighed. “I’ve got nothing but time and… well, I didn’t know you were into girls.”

“How can you be so just… How can you just say what you’re thinking?” 

“Lots of practice,” she smiled. 

“I could never imagine just… just… just…” Lexa waved her hands around slightly as she tried to explain what she couldn’t. “I couldn’t just do that. What if it went badly?” 

“Is it going badly?” 

“No, but-- wait. Maybe. What I mean is…” It didn’t help that Clarke was leaning closer and Lexa was stuck in the stacks with a girl that was flirting with her and she’d never had that before and it was way better than she could have ever imagined. “Wouldn’t ou have been embarrassed if I just ignored you or something?” 

“Oh yeah, big time,” Clarke nodded. “But my dad used to tell me to do one thing every day that scared me. Figured I’d get it done before dinnertime today.” 

She was charming and honest and refreshing and unlike anyone Lexa had ever met. It was a whirlwind. 

“I have to finish this before my shift ends,” she tore her eyes away from Clarke’s and looked back at her cart. 

“Right, yeah, definitely,” Clarke agreed. 

“I should do that.” 

“I should go check these out.” 

“Maybe I’ll see you around this summer.” 

“Yeah,” Clarke grinned. “Maybe.” 

Lexa stood there as Clarke turned back toward reception.

“Clarke-- I um,” Lexa watched as she turned around. “I’ve never flirted… with anyone, really.” 

“That is surprising news.” 

She could tell from her tone that it wasn’t news, and Lexa pursed her lips and set her jaw. She stood a little straighter, steeling herself. 

“I hope I see you around.” 

“We do seem to keep running into each other.” 

With a final smile, Clarke winked and disappeared. 

XXXXXXXXXX

Standing outside of the house on the corner, Clarke looked at the perfectly trimmed hedges and the flag that hung by the door. The lawn was manicured and neat, the house was beautiful, lit up and glowing with life inside in the waning light. It was in the suburbs and insanely suburban. A tire swing hung from a giant oak. A basketball hoop hung over the garage. 

For the life of her, Clarke wasn’t sure how she ended up here, except that she made herself stand awkwardly in front of Lexa Wood’s house. Three years ago, she met Lexa as a freshman, and instantly had a crush on the girl who argued with her in history class. But Clarke also decided to avoid having a crush on the cute girl who pushed up her glasses and tried very hard to be absolutely perfect. 

She still kind of always had a crush, despite her refusal to admit it. For the past three years, Clarke tried to make Lexa smile from time to time. She’d do something stuipd and make sure Lexa was watching. 

But Pride was one of the few times in the past year they’d spoken. And Clarke was certain that now was her chance, so she took it. And after the library, she spent every day for a week and a  half showing up at the library. She brought Lexa lunch a few times, followed her around the stacks, chatting and fully developing a crush. It was easy to do. Lexa was funny, and serious, and witty, and quiet, and smart, like ridiculously smart, and she wasn’t afraid of Clarke, or intimidated. She debated her with vigor, had opinions, had plans, and more importantly, had dreams. 

Clarke knew why she was standing on Lexa’s front porch, and she knew why she was slightly nervous to knock, she just hated someone being able to do that, in equal parts as much as she craved it. 

She took a deep breath and reminded herself that this was good before she knocked. 

“Hey,” Lexa greeted her, smiling and pushing up her glasses as she does her best to not look winded from running to the door. 

“Hey,” Clarke sighs,  matching her grin, forgetting all of the thoughts of before. “You look really nice.” 

“Thanks. I, uh, you too. I like the black eye in particular.” 

“Oh, this?” she motioned toward the eye that had a little bruising. “Just, um. Bopped myself in the face while working out.” 

“What were you doing? Boxing?” 

“Krav Maga. My partner got a little overzealous.” 

“Goodness.” 

“I’ll try to be extra charming to make up for my disfigurement. I hope your gentle eyes can make it past my horrible appearance.” 

“I’ll do my best to look past it.”

“Good,” Clarke smiled and handed over a helmet. “Are you ready for the first date?” 

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” 

They walked toward the motorcycle sitting near the curb. Clarke pressed her palm to the flat of Lexa’s back. She handed over a helmet and Lexa looked at it curiously. 

“For your protection. Have you ever ridden on anything like this before?” 

“I’ve driven go karts.”

“Not the same thing,” Clarke chuckled. “Here, I’ll help.” 

The helmet eclipsed her, but Lexa tilted it upwards so that Clarke’s skilled fingers could tighten the strap beneath it. She lifted the visor and watched Clarke work. 

“I feel like a badass.” 

“You are.” 

“Do I look the part?” Lexa asked, smiling slightly as Clarke hopped on the motorcycle and put on her own helmet. 

“Very much,” she promised, flipping down both of their visors. “Hold on tight.” 

The date wasn’t anything fancy, but Clarke was hoping it was enough. They drove to the park, with Lexa’s arms wrapped tightly around her, and she took the long way, nice and slow, just for that reason. 

The park was busy, fully of people ready to enjoy the evening and a movie. Clarke unloaded a blanket and her backpack full of snacks, fully prepared to show off her dateable skills. From what she knew about Lexa, she assumed it was her first first date, and she was going to set the bar extremely high. 

Before the movie started, they talked about nothing in particular, and Clarke was careful to get in a little teasing, which Lexa returned, smiling the entire time, challenging her. During the movie, Clarke let Lexa lay her head on her lap, and shivered because she gave her the only sweatshirt she had. 

Even after it ended, they remained, hanging out in the twilight and talking, hovering, close and unsure and happy. Later into the night, after another trip back to Lexa’s, Clarke bashfully stood on the porch and earned a hug and completely bungled the kiss, unable to read Lexa and unable to make herself that brave. 

“Did you have a good time?” Clarke ventured, leaning against the railing. 

“I really did. Thank you.” 

“Maybe we could do it again sometime.” 

“I’d like that.” 

“Good.”

“Good.” 

“Great,” Clarke grinned. 

“Great.” 

XXXXXXXXXX

It was almost like a game at this point, for Lexa to stumble upon Clarke somewhere in the library during her shift. Rarely was it in the same place twice, and rarely was it when she was expecting it, though she found herself always looking forward to the smile and girl that sometimes brought her snacks. 

For the first month of summer break, Lexa didn’t even realize she’d spent most of it talking to or spending time with Clarke Griffin. It just kind of happened, and she found herself getting attached. She found herself flirting, or so she thought. She definitely found herself flirted with, which was still so wonderful. 

Clarke wasn’t what she’d thought. She was insanely frustrating and still too hot for her own good, and smarter than she wanted anyone to know, while at the same time being absolutely addicted to her moral code and her’s alone. 

In a month, Lexa learned that Clarke was not in a gang, despite everyone thinking it was a gang, but rather had a close knit group of friends that occasionally contributed to shenanigans of a disruptive nature. She learned that she was a hell of an artist, sketching things here and there, and when they ventured out on a hike or spent time lounging around, showed her sketchbook very timidly. She learned that Clarke’s father died three years ago, and that was where she disappeared to freshman year. She learned that Clarke liked to work on her motorcycle herself instead of taking to a shop because she wanted to feel closer to her father. Lexa spent an entire afternoon learning parts of the bike and helping with an oil change. 

For an entire month, Clarke pushed Lexa. She pushed her to go on dates. She pushed her to jump off of the old bridge foundation at the river when they went swimming. She pushed her to watch a few movies she wasn’t sure of. She pushed her to egg street signs for the first time ever. 

“Excuse me, but I’m looking for a book about a cute librarian who has a crush on a girl named Clarke. Know where I can find that?” 

Lexa smiled despite herself as she turned the corner in one of the farther aisles in the library’s second floor. 

“I was just thinking about you.” 

“All good things I hope.” 

“More or less.” 

That seemed like good enough for Clarke who returned Lexa’s smile. The two stood there, close in the tight aisle, but used to the proximity. 

“I was wondering if you’d like to come over tonight. We could watch a movie and you could read my essay and give a million edit suggestions. I’ll even let you use your red pen.” 

“It shows up better.” 

“Yeah yeah,” Clarke humored her. 

“I’ll be over after dinner then.”

“Good.” 

“Were you leaving already?” Lexa furrowed as Clarke shoulder her backpack and shifted instead of getting comfortable or even grabbing some of the books to help her put back on the shelves. 

“I have to see a guy about a thing.”

“Just a drive by today, and no snack?” 

“Like I would ever leave you wanting,” Clarke tsk’d as she dug in her bag and pulled out Lexa’s favorite assortment of gummy bears. “I know what you like, Woods.” 

“You’re spoiling me. I’ll have to start working out more often or I’ll be too slow for track.” 

“You’re fit. I mean, you’re--”

“Perv.” 

“Sometimes,” Clarke shrugged. 

Lexa held her bag of snacks in her hand and smiled at them softly. She saw Clarke’s shoes nearly touching her own, and when she looked up, she realized how close they truly were. But she didn’t move. She just stood there and tried to figure out what Clarke’s eyes were saying, because they were furrowed until they weren’t, and then there was a peace there, a decisive calm. 

Lexa felt a hand on her shirt, grasping it near her heartbeat. Clarke paused before she did it, waiting for Lexa to pull away, asking for permission. Only when she got it, did she lean forward and kiss Lexa enough to take her breath away. The only thing Lexa could hear was the blood thumping in her ears, but she ignored it and kissed Clarke back eagerly. 

“Thanks, Woods,” Clarke murmured after a few seconds. “I needed that.” 

“Yeah, no, yeah.” 

“I’ll see you later.” 

“Right, later, mhm,” Lexa nodded and ran her thumb along her bottom lip as Clarke moved, leaving her rooted and blushing. 

“If you liked that, we could do it more often,” Clarke offered as she walked backward out of the shelves. 

“Sounds very good to me.”

[scarletjedi]

Sangcheng Time Travel Fixit Project Sneak Peak

Remember when I said I was working on this? I’m still figuring out the shape of the whole story, and I’ll post it once I’ve figured it out. But! This scene popped fully formed into my head yesterday, so I thought I’d share :)

Rated T for language, underaged drinking, and implied sexytimes 

I’m calling this “Section 5, subsection b, article ii” because that’s where on the outline this scene fits, but we can also call it “Wait, Why Is He Here?” 

(see the bottom of this post for more notes)

***

The room was lit with candles, their outer robes covering the windows to hide the glow. Wei Wuxian had supplied the wine. Huaisang had brought peanuts. It was exactly as Jiang Cheng remembered — with a few notable exceptions, one of which was sitting across the table.  

Jin Zixuan squinted at him, wary and clearly assessing, but he accepted the drink Jiang Cheng passed him.

“I don’t get it,” Jin Zixuan said, not drinking. Good – perhaps he did have some self-preservation instincts after all. “Why am I here?”

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian chimed in, hastily swallowing his mouthful of wine, pointing a finger with the hand holding the bottle. “Why is he here?”

“Because,” Jiang Cheng said firmly, and turned back to Jin Zixuan. “You are engaged to our sister, and while it’s not impossible to break that engagement, it’s not something our mothers would let happen lightly.” He held up a hand before Jin Zixuan could put his foot in it. “I know, it wasn’t your choice. It wasn’t A-Jie’s choice, either, and that’s kinda my point, so let me finish.” He huffed a breath and downed his wine, bringing the cup down with a click before pointing at Jin Zixuan.

“Your parents’ marriage is a sham.”

Zixuan puffed up, like he was going to deny it, but faltered once he opened his mouth and sat back, drinking his wine at last. Jiang Cheng poured him another. “My parents are miserable. They make us, and everyone around us, miserable.” He wasn’t looking at Wei Wuxian while he talked, but he was aware of him where he sat, far too quiet. “They make my sister miserable.” Jiang Cheng continued, and then paused, making sure Jin Zixuan was paying attention. “I would do anything to keep my sister from a marriage that would make her miserable.”

Jiang Cheng sat back on his heels, feeling his spine straighten automatically. “Both of our parents’ marriages were arranged marriages. I’m not surprised the idea scares you shitless; I’m not fond of the idea, either. But, for whatever reason, my sister seems to actually like you,” and here Jin Zixuan sat up straight, caught out and flushing. Oh, no, he did like her already. He hated when Huaisang was right about these things. “But her liking you is not enough. You need to like each other. Before you get married.”

Jin Zixuan squirmed for a moment. “You can’t just force people to like each other,” he said, at last.

Jiang Cheng snorted. “Watch me,” he muttered, then waved it off. “You need to talk her, honestly and without all of your…” he waved a hand, indicating Jin Zixuan’s… everything.

“Stupid peacock face?” Wei Wuxian offered, false cheer soaking through his words.

“Will you go bother Lan Wangji and let me handle this?” Jiang Cheng snapped, and Wei Wuxian stuck out his tongue. 

“Fine,” Wei Wuxian pouted, and Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes hard enough to feel them ache. “Lan Zhaaan!” There was a sound of fluttering cloth and then bodies colliding, and he didn’t need to look to know that Wei Wuxian had all but thrown himself in Lan Wangji’s lap.

Shameless, the both of them.

“Yeah, about that,” Jin Zixuan said, pointing at where Lan Wangji had sat with his usual quiet reserve until Wei Wuxian decided that he was better used as furniture. “Why is he here?”

“Because at the moment, I like him better than you,” Jiang Cheng said.

Jin Zixuan frowned, sitting up and clearly rallying. “I wish it was as easy as hoping, but some things can’t be forced.”

“And I wish you weren’t so damned awkward, but here we are!”

“I—I’m not awkward!” Jin Zixuan protested. Awkwardly.

Jiang Cheng sighed, seeing echoes of Jin Ling, red faced and sputtering and trying so very hard. At least Jin Ling had the benefit of exposure to the Yunmeng Jiang – he was aware of how people could speak openly, even if his uncle was…really kind of bad at it. Zixuan wouldn’t gain that ability until he began courting A-Jie…

…well, now, he guessed.

“Jin-xiong,” Huaisang said, softly and earnestly as he settled beside Jiang Cheng. “It is well known by everyone that, of our generation, you are the third ranked young master. Your skills and beauty are unmistakable.” Zixuan looked away, flushing even as he preened. Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow at Huaisang, mouthing “beauty?” and Huaisang winked at him, smirking from behind his fan.

“But is it also true, Jin-xiong, that it is lonely at the top,” Huaisang continued, his voice gentle and just honest enough that Jiang Cheng found himself lacing their fingers together below the table.

“I’m not lonely,” Zixuan snapped, but it was lacking heat.

“Apologies, but you are,” Huaisang said. People always forgot how Huaisang’s softness hid Nie steel. “You are the heir to the sect, so the disciples must keep a distance. Even Maiden Luo must keep herself a step removed – two, as she is a woman and you are engaged. The sects do not mingle enough to offer you true companionship with your peers and your cousin is…”

“Odious,” Jiang Cheng offered, perfectly willing to say what they were all thinking. Jin Zixun was odious, and the sooner Jin Zixuan began to actively denounce his shitty cousin’s actions, the happier they would all be. Without missing a beat, Huaisang whapped his chest with his closed fan. Jaing Cheng didn’t bother to hide a smug smile.

“Difficult,” Huaisang offered. “My point is, people need people. I have my brother. Wanyin has Wei-xiong and Maiden Jiang.”

“I have my brother,” Lan Wangji said unexpectedly, drawing their attention. Everyone knew how close the Twin Jades were, but that didn’t explain why Wei Wuxian was still leaning against him far too inappropriately for company, face usually somber and his hands were both wrapped around one of Lan Wangji’s. “It is not enough. Brother had been…encouraging me to make friends.” He paused, and Jiang Cheng wondered if Lan Xichen had encouraged his brother last time, too. “I…too, have difficulty.”

Jiang Cheng blinked, wondering what it must have taken for Lan Wangji to admit that, before seeing the encouraging smile on Wei Wuxian’s face. It made something uncomfortable churn in the pit of his stomach that felt too much like guilt.

“So, you’re saying I need a sibling?” Jin Zixuan said, voice loose enough that Jiang Cheng wondered if he was tipsy already. He hadn’t had that much to drink, though he was certainly doing better than Lan Wangji, who stuck stubbornly to tea. “You may play a fool, Nie Huaisang, but you know as well as I do why I don’t have any.” Jiang Cheng nodded to himself – it was an open secret that Madame Jin had refused her husband’s bed at the first proof of his infidelity.

“Of course, I do,” Huaisang drawled, waving his fan pointedly. “Because your ass of a father won’t legitimize any of them, if he even knows how many he has.” Jiang Cheng bit his lip to keep the grin off his face; he loved it when Huaisang was bitchy. Still, it was enough to get Jin Zixuan blinking at him.

Huaisang waved his fan at Jin Zixuan, dismissing his comment. His point was made, no need to rub it in. “My point is – you are going to be sect leader someday,” and Jiang Cheng had to drink for that one. “Which means politics. Politics is all talking to people and making connections. Those skills require practice. Why do you think we are here, Jin-xiong? It’s not just to learn from Lan Qiren.”

“The classes here at Cloud Recesses offer a unique opportunity to learn about and from other sects, and mingle with other sect heirs,” Jiang Cheng said, distantly remembering his mother saying something similar before they had left Lotus Pier.  “Our generation is lucky that we are all here at the same time.” Huaisang muttered something into his fan that he wouldn’t count himself lucky if he had to take these classes for three years in a row, and Jiang Cheng squeezed his hand. “We are here to begin building the alliances that will one day shape our world.” 

Jin Zixuan blinked at him, and Jiang Cheng realized everyone was staring at him. He refused to duck his head, even as he felt a flush crawl across his cheeks. He was sect leader for almost twenty years, damnit. It was hard to turn off. 

“In other words,” Huaisang said, covering smoothly, though his eyes were on Jiang Cheng with no little heat. He knew Huaisang had a thing for authority. “You’re here to make friends.”

“And you’re bad at that,” Jiang Cheng said. “Which is why we’re not giving you a choice.”

Huaisang grinned, showing his teeth. “Face it. You’re one of us, now. 

Jin Zixuan didn’t seem to know how to react to that, and everyone paused, waiting for the inevitable outburst from Wei Wuxian that didn’t come. As the silence stretched, Jin Zixuan glanced over at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, startling visibly. Jiang Cheng didn’t need to look to know that they were being utterly shameless and he grabbed a handful of peanut shells to lob in their general direction.

“Yeah,” Huaisang said, clearly laughing at the look on Jin Zixuan’s face. “They do that.”

“All the time,” Jiang Cheng said. “It’s a wonder they haven’t been caught.”

Jin Zixuan blinked. “I still don’t know how to talk to your sister,” he blurted, and Jiang Cheng sighed. He was so young.

“That’s okay,” Jiang Cheng said, and  poured them both another drink, ignoring the way his lover blatantly watched his brother kiss Lan Wangji. They were going to have to talk about that. He thunked the cup down in front of Jin Zixuan. “You’ll learn. Or I’ll feed you to Wei Wuxian.”

Jin Zixuan blinked. “I think he’d rather eat Lan Wangji,” he said, and seemed pleased when it made Jiang Cheng shout, and sent Huaisang tipping over, giggling into Jiang Cheng’s side.

Jiang Cheng thought he might just be proud.

**Notes: I am most familiar with The Untamed series, so this is operating in (mostly) TV canon - especially in terms of characterizations...which have already altered a bit by the parts of this story not yet posted. By this point in the fic, Jiang Cheng (who has had to do a lot of emotional heavy lifting, with Nie Huaisang’s help) has had enough of Wei Wuxian being oblivious in his crush on Lan Wangji and has pushed them together early (because *that* wont have any serious repercussions). It’s also established Sangcheng, though nobody knows yet and even they think it’s a largely friends with benefits situation. (Spoilers: it’s not. They figure it out.)

#the untamed #mzds #sangcheng #sj writes the untamed #the great sangcheng time travel fix it fic project #fic snippet

[biussworld]

Could I request Kendou with an s/o that can steal someone’s quirk for a duration of time based on how long they kiss that person? I could imagine they’ve probably talked about it, but it would still be pretty awkward knowing that everyone in your class has gotten at least a kiss on the cheek from your partner.

hEllo oh god that's so cute and chaotic it's exACTLY WHAT I'M MADE FOR jk skakdjks ALSO im sorry if this is a little all over the place!!! i sorta gay panicked because kendou mommy amirite

so, in general, dating kendou is like having your mom watch over you but not really??? since kendou is really level-headed and calm, even her classmates have justified it by saying she can come up with "the next steps" just as she's getting done with the current steps???

which is why i feel like she'll be really understanding when you tell her that your quirk needs you to kiss someone on the cheek (or any part of their skin to copy their quirk)

she didn't really need to be told anymore, too, since you two were in the same test center during the entrance exam

and when she felt a pair of lips latch onto her cheek SHE BLUSHED i mean who wouldn't

but she's just really fUCKin confused like

???????? wha

and then she saw you walk past her, then you enlarged your fist to kill the robot of HER choosing

so since she's not dense she's got it all pieced up and like "ohhhhhh haha ok"

that's got her like >:((((( why u gotta steal hunny

you stole a kiss, you stole my quirk, you stole my kill, you stole my heaRT

moving on

the first time you ever actually explained your quirk in detail was ahen you two were paired up during the very first team training

you told her that a decent 1-second smooch either on the cheek or on the lips can let you copy a quirk for about 5 minutes

if it's an accidental brush of your lips against their skin it wouldn't be that powerful

like when you accidentally brushed your lips on kaminari's knuckles during the entrance test, you were only able to draw out a small spark

and,,, well,,, a real kiss,,, on the lips actually will able you to use the quirk longer.

"so... if it's okay, can i kiss you? like, about 5 seconds." you said so calmly

and level-headed kendou is suddenly???? not so level-headed??? sHE CANT THINK STRAIGHT HOLY SHIT HOW CAN U ASK ABOUT IT THAT WAY

but she thought maybe u've been kissing other people before to copy their quirk so it's no big deal

HolY SHIT

so yeah you could say that you two first kissed on that day. on the lips.

and you were her first kiss. on the lips.

which kinda made her a lil upset since i think she'd want her first kiss to be with a person she actually likes and share feelings with

but it's no problem if she can make you her lover 😳

when you two had properly started dating, you never missed a chance to kiss her again >:(((

because her lips are amazingly supple >:((((

also because you want to experience backhanding the hECC out of monoma when he bitches out on 1-A

often times she would pull a few strings to get you grouped together during trainings because,,,

she gets a little jealous when u smooch the other kids in your class ;((( and she also just wants to kiss you all the time

gives her a wittle energy boost UwU

but yeah she doesn't get jealous often!!! she knows the nature of your quirk and have psyched herself to not get jealous

and when you tell her "nooo bb are you jealous i'm sorry" after your trainings with the class she'd be like "i'm not??? silly, just gimme a kiss after o3o"

when you guys moved in to the dorms you all frequently hung out with your classmates in the common room

you usually talk about the training, or the newest clothes up at the mall, or the new movie, lit rally anything mundane or not???

then monoma asked "hey, if you kissed me while i'm holding your hand, whose quirk are we copying?"

and the entire group started discussing your quirk, like how you must feel so gross for having to kiss someone to copy their quirk

then you said "haha no it's fine i've learned how to be calm and collected. im invincible."

then suddenly tokage went "her lips are so soft, you guys!!! my cheek felt really nice!!!" and YOU BLUSHED BECAUSE HOLY SHIT

invincible who

when you used to use your quirk before you didn't even bother thinking about what the other person thought because,,, well you got used to it

BUT NOW THAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT IT

kendou thinks it's a little awkward that her lover's being talked about like this

because come to think of it, everyone in this class has been kissed by you on the cheek

except monoma because again, whose quirk are you going to copy anyway???

she's just watching the class and can't help but to silently nod with them because goddamn she do know how those lips feel

she knows very well

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"hey kendou, i bet she's always using your quirk."

SKSKSKAKSKKSKAKA

cue you two short-circuiting and her pulling you up and into her room

let's just say you ended up tangled in her arms the next morning, and your quirk stock is fully loaded with hers and ready to be used on all of your classmates ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

bonus: kendou's still an awkward kisser, like she'll just not move the entire time your lips would be on hers

but the more you kiss her, the more she eases into it more easily

her hands would always be by the sides of your neck, right below your jaw if you're smaller; then on your waist if you're taller

sometimes she uses her big fist quirk to hide you two from your classmates when you do decide to be makin out in the common room

BUT LIKE HOW TF IS IT SUBTLE

overall, kendou's kisses are tender, innocent, but pure uwuuwuwuwuuw

#itsuka kendou #kendou itsuka #bnha kendou #kendou x reader #itsuka kendou x reader #kendou itsuka x reader #itsuka kendo #kendo itsuka #kendo itsuka x reader #itsuka kendo x reader #mha kendou #class 1b #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha #sunbeam writes kendou

[wizardessheart-sideb]

[Image ID: A chapter image done in the style of Wizardess Heart. A large, off-white imagine with a guy on it. He’s wearing a dark gray uniform. There’s a lavender bar over him that reads “Tsukasa Kuze.” The rest of the text reads “Happy Ending” /End ID]

As soon as my alarm went off, my stomach started aching. Or maybe I just became aware of it aching? That sickly feeling when you don’t get enough sleep filled my stomach and my eyes burned as I opened them. It was six in the morning and we’d just gone to bed a few hours ago. But today was a special day: my trial. The day where I’d become an official student or not.

Beside me, Tsukasa turned over onto his back. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and groaned.

“I feel like I only got a few minutes of sleep,” he complained.

“Me too. I wish this wasn’t so early,” I sighed.

“Our Judgments were this early too and I hated it.”

I didn’t want to get out of bed, but this wasn’t something I could be late to. I crawled out of bed and slowly started getting ready for the day.

“You can stay here if you want and sleep a little longer,” I told him.

“And let you go to your Judgment by yourself? No way.” He got out of bed and started going through his backpack for some fresh clothes. As we got ready, I swore I could smell something cooking. It had to be my imagination, right?

“Hey, do you want to go get breakfast after the Judgment?” I asked.

“I’m down. I should be hungry by then and it’d be nice to celebrate you becoming an official student,” he said with a grin.

“Don’t say that! We don’t know if I’ll pass or not.”

“Love…” He went over to me, cupping my face in his hands. “There’s no way you’re not making it. You’re going to pass. I know it.” His words soothed me. I put my hands over his and kissed him. What was I going to do if I didn’t make it?

When I opened the door, the smell of pastries and cinnamon filled the air. Tsukasa and I glanced at each other. I guess I hadn’t imagined it at all. The door to our kitchen was open and when we peaked inside, we were in for a surprise.

“Guys?!” I squeaked.

“Good, you’re awake. I thought I’d have to go and wake you up,” Isabelle laughed. Isabelle and Aika sat at our table while Dorian was at his usual post at the oven.

“What are you guys doing up? It’s so early,” I said.

“Did you really think we weren’t going to have breakfast with you? Or should I say, you two?” Aika teased me. My face was burning. I was already trying to avoid Dorian’s burning eyes and this wasn’t helping me feel calmer. It’s not like anything happened, but even if I explained that, they wouldn’t believe me.

“You realize people can just sleep in beds, right? You don’t have to be doing anything else,” Tsukasa said in a deadpan. Isabelle snorted.

“Sure, sure,” she grinned. I tried to ignore her snickering and grabbed some food.

“So how’re you feeling this morning, sweetie?” Aika asked.

“I’m nervous,” I admitted.

“Don’t be! You’re totally gonna make it,” Isabelle said encouragingly.

“You’ve been through worse. This is nothing,” Dorian piped up. … You know what? They were right. I’d been though so much in the past couple days and I’d improved by leaps and bounds. With everyone’s help and my own effort, we’d weathered through this past two weeks. I grabbed some food and sat down across from Isabelle.

“I really appreciate everything you guys have done for me. Thank you,” I told them.

“Oh, don’t worry about it! Helping each other is something we should all be doing,” Aika said.

“Maybe people in the Night Class will actually start working together now,” Dorian muttered.

“Huh?”

“No one here really gets along. I mean, I think it’s changing a little bit since the Unus students have their little cliques and that’s better than nothing. But the Night Class has been notorious for lone wolf attitudes,” Aika explained.

“I wonder if the Day Class is like that,” Dorian mused.

“I guess we’ll find out,” she shrugged.

“Huh? What’s that mean?” I asked. The two looked to each other.

“Do you want to tell them, Aika?” Dorian asked.

“Tell me what?”

“We, uh, we’re no longer Night Class students,” Aika said quietly.

“What?!”

“When I made a contract with Dorian, I gained the ability to use magic. Now that I broke it and I can’t make another contract with him, there’s no point in us staying here,” she said. So that’s why she was evading our questions about how she’d be affected for breaking her contract...

“Headmaster Randolph was nice enough to offer us teaching assistant jobs, at least for the end of the year. I’ll be helping to teach summoning magic and Aika’s helping out the music department,” Dorian told us.

“So we won’t see you guys that much anymore?” My shoulders slumped.

“No, but we’ll make sure to keep in touch! And you can come visit us once we get our new place set up!” Aika said cheerfully. Even though the idea of our suite just being myself and Isabelle felt weird and it hurt to know Aika and Dorian wouldn’t be around, at least they were still going to be in town. They weren’t going away forever. This was just another step in their journey.

“I hope you guys enjoy the teaching positions,” I told them with a smile.

“Thanks! I hope so too,” Aika laughed.

The sun was already shining brightly as Tsukasa and I made our way to the auditorium. It was still early enough in the morning that our shoes squeaked as we walked on the wet grass. It was going to be a beautiful day and part of me was sad I’d become nocturnal. This was perfect picnic weather.

“How are you feeling?” Tsukasa asked.

“I’m a little nervous, but I think I’ll be okay. But what about you? How are you feeling after all of this?” I asked. He sighed.

“It’s been pretty hard coping with everything Azusa told me. It’s… weird to think about, to say the least,” he told me. I squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I’m just trying to stay positive. This is a second chance, isn’t it? And I’m going to try and live life to the fullest.”

“That’s a good way to think about it,” I agreed. I had to wonder though, how hard it would be to find a therapist for him that wouldn’t immediately rat Azusa out for necromancy and attempted murder of a unicorn.

“And physically, I’ve never felt better,” Tsukasa said.

“I’m so glad for that. I’m just glad this is all over.”

“Me too. Now we can just focus on us.” He put his arm around me and I snuggled into his side. We continued our journey to the auditorium, passing through the Day Class’ side of campus. I couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened had I been accepted into the Day Class instead of the Night Class. Would I have been able to improve so much? Would the days before my trial be peaceful and calm? Or just as busy and stressful as the past couple days?

Although I wasn’t sure why I’d been selected for the Night Class, I was glad I was here. If I’d been accepted into the Day Class, I would’ve never met Tsukasa. Or Isabelle. Or Dorian and Aika. Maybe I never would’ve learned that I can depend on people. At least, not yet.

We reached the auditorium’s door. Tsukasa turned to me.

“You got this. I know you do,” he reassured me.

“I got this…” I nodded. Everything is going to be okay. I took a deep breath and entered the auditorium.

The auditorium was lofty and to be honest, it looked more like a cathedral than a place for school assemblies and rallies. The ceiling were soaring and the light stone was so bright in the sun light. Headmaster Randolph stood behind a podium, smiling.

“Good morning, Headmaster,” I greeted him.

“Good morning. Are you ready to start the trial?”

“I am!” He chuckled.

“I’m glad to hear that enthusiasm! May I please see your Acceptance Letter?”

“Yeah, just give me a moment, please.” I rummaged through my bag, searching for the letter. I came across the Love Holiday card from Fandamilia and smiled. Even if Isabelle didn’t like her, she was a sweet girl deep down. I found the letter and handed it over to Headmaster Randolph.

“Thank you very much,” he said. He carefully placed it in front of a golden pair of scales.

Are those used in the Judgment? It’s not based off of grades or professors recommendations? … Huh. You learn something new every day. "Oh Scale of Judgment... This student shall be judged to be a rightful student or not. Reveal your judgment now! … Please your hand over your letter.”

Silently, I obeyed his orders. As soon as my hand went over the letter, the scales started to shine bright. The light got brighter and brighter and I shut my eyes. But then it suddenly dissipated. I opened my eyes and my letter was still glittering. The words “provisional” started to fade from the paper and giddiness was slowly settling into my body.

“Congratulations, you’ve become an official student,” Headmaster Randolph told me with a smile.

“Yay! I did it!” I jumped up and down, clapping my hands together.

“You’ve improved a lot in the past two weeks. You should be proud of yourself,” he told me.

“I am! But I couldn’t have done it without my friends and Tsukasa helping me out.”

“I’m happy to hear that. You two looked so terrified when I confirmed your Buddy status. It’s good to know you two have been working hard together.”

“Yeah, we’ve both been working really hard. And we’ll continue to work hard!”

“Good. Now go rest up. You probably aren’t used to being up this early,” he laughed.

“Yes, sir. Thank you again!”

“No need to thank me. This is all thanks to you.”

I knew that he didn’t mean anything about it, and it was true that I put in a lot of hard work to get here, but really, this wasn’t just my victory. This belonged to me and my friends.

I left the auditorium and found Tsukasa leaning against the wall, waiting for me. His face lit up when he saw me.

“It’s official!” I announced.

“That’s great!” His arms wrapped around me tightly, spinning me around in a circle.

“I’m so happy nothing has to change.” I breathed a sigh of relief. It really did feel like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

“Me too. I don’t know what I’d do if you got rejected,” he said.

“We don’t have to worry about that!”

Tsukasa cupped my face with his hand, smiling softly at me.

“I’m so proud of you.” He kissed my nose and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“I couldn’t have done it alone. This was teamwork,” I told him.

“Maybe it was, but you’re allowed to take the credit if you want. We could’ve helped you, but your effort’s what made this happen.”

Perhaps he was right. But I preferred to think of it as a group effort.

“So, how about we go back to the dorms and get some sleep? We got classes today, after all.”

“Let’s do it.”

Holding hands, we walked back to our side of campus. The giddiness died down a little, but there were still butterflies in my stomach. I’d made it into my dream school. I got to officially enroll. And of course, I wouldn’t have to leave Tsukasa’s side.

This was the beginning of a new wonderful chapter in our lives.

Months later…

The dining room in Aika and Dorian’s apartment wasn’t the biggest space. The table clearly meant for two people had the six of us crowded around it, eating and chatting. Dorian had pulled over a recliner for Isabelle to sit on, Aika sitting on the arm of the chair. Tsukasa say on a step stool and we were all shoulder to shoulder. But somehow, that just made this way more fun.

“… And then! And then he gave this truly hot take and my soul left my body. I just don’t understand how Clive gets all these terrible hot takes,” Isabelle told us, gesticulating wildly the whole time.

“I’m pretty sure he thinks they’re stupid, too,” Tsukasa said.

“Has it occurred to you he’s just doing it to torment you?” Azusa asked.

“Yeah, he likes trolling people. He does it to Viggo all the time,” Tsukasa pointed out. Dorian snorted.

“Oh yeah, Viggo and his magic bong,” he laughed.

“He’d tell you it’s a pipe,” Aika giggled. I snickered before taking a drink of my punch.

“Do you have anything fun planned for the summer, Isabelle?” Tsukasa asked.

“Nah. I’m just babysitting the whole time,” she told us. “If Nox goes and visits his aunt, I’ll hang out with him some, but other than that, it’ll be an uneventful summer. What about you guys?”

“There’s some nice hiking trails around Reitz that we might hit. But I think it’ll just be a sleep summer for us, too,” I said.

“After this semester, I’m totally fine with that,” Tsukasa said.

“Yeah, things have been so crazy. Hopefully next year isn’t so insane,” she laughed.

“It makes me glad I was put in the Day Class,” Azusa commented.

“Oh, you’re one to talk. The Day Class is just as chaotic. Like that stuff with Klaus and Randy? That’s straight out of a soap opera,” Aika said.

“Who?” Tsukasa asked.

“Prefect Klaus is an old acquaintance of Aika and he hates Randy’s guts. It’s kind of amusing, to be honest,” Azusa informed him.

“You’re only saying that because you don’t have to deal with the two of them at the same time. Imagine having them in a class together,” Dorian pouted.

“That’s unfortunate,” Azusa said unsympathetically. I snorted and glanced at my watch. I almost choked at the time.

“Tsukasa, we need to head to the train station,” I said quietly, grabbing his shirt sleeve.

“Aw, you guys gotta head out?” Aika frowned.

“Yeah, we can’t miss our train,” Tsukasa said.

“Well then, I guess we won’t keep you.”

We got up and started giving hugs to everyone, saying our goodbyes. We’d be back in town a week before school started to spend more time with Azusa, Aika, and Dorian, but until then, Tsukasa and I would have the summer to ourselves.

“Be sure to write me once in a while,” Azusa told him.

“I promise. Don’t overwork yourself,” Tsukasa replied.

“I won’t,” Azusa promised.

It was nice to see them truly getting along now. Tsukasa and I grabbed our backpacks and suitcases and leaving the trio’s apartment, we made our way to the train station. Although I was sad to leave our friends, this was going to be an amazing summer. I just knew it. The day was beautiful and there were so many beautiful days ahead of Tsukasa and I. And hands clasped together and our shoulders rubbing against each other, we started our next big adventure.

#tsukasa kuze #tsukasa kuze: kind spirit #wizardess heart fanroute #shall we date wizardess #long post

[nazariolahela]

Best Beloved: Chapter 6

A/N: Hey y'all! This is a PM AU I’ve been working on. It’s a bit different than my previous fic series and I’m really excited to try something new. I hope y’all enjoy it. This story is told in dual first-person narrative, from Kaia (F!MC) and Damien’s POV. The first half of this story takes place during Kaia’s freshman year and Damien’s senior year of college. The second half is two years after Kaia graduates. There will be sprinklings of canon in this fic, but we’ll try to step out of the box for the most part. Thanks for reading, and please leave feedback, and/or if you would like to be tagged.

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Synopsis: What happens when you find yourself crushing on your best friend? For years, Damien and Kaia have been friends, while secretly harboring feelings for one another. Everything changes one night after a little too much alcohol and years of pent up feelings. Can they control their emotions and salvage their friendship, or will the feelings they hold for one another destroy everything they have?

All characters are the property of Pixelberry Studios. Thanks for allowing me to borrow them.

Chapter Summary: It’s the night of the homecoming dance, and things are burning up on and off the dance floor.

Kaia

“Stop fidgeting. You’re going to mess up my hard work,” Nadia snapped as she put the finishing touches on my hair. It was the night of the Homecoming dance and the whole campus was in a festive mood. The year’s homecoming week featured a "Wizard of Oz" inspired theme, aptly titled, “There’s No Place Like Homecoming." 

Judging by the lineup of activities, that statement wasn’t entirely false. The week’s festivities kicked off with a Wizard’s Festival on the Campus Green. Members of the Campus Activities Board were donned in costumes that could have been featured in the actual film. The rest of the week featured a Pep Rally, a campus scavenger hunt, and a concert featuring pop star Alyssa Griffin.

The parade was held earlier in the day, where the Homecoming Court was presented. The queen was Damien’s friend(?), senior Cecile Contreras. I recognized her from that day in the bistro. She eyed me with such disgust, if looks could kill, I would have dropped dead right then and there. The king was another senior by the name of Mikail Greene. I recall seeing him in passing on campus. He seemed nice. Damien said he was really popular with the student body.

The football game followed shortly after. The Badgers took an early lead but ultimately lost in OT. Steve had another stellar game, of course. I heard from people in the crowd how he was already drawing interest from NFL scouts as a freshman. When I asked Steve about it after the game, he brushed it off, saying he wouldn’t be draft-eligible for another two years.

“Okay! We’re all done. Now, get dressed. I want to see the finished product,” Nadia said, giving my updo a final spritz with hairspray.

I retreated to the bathroom and grabbed my homecoming dress hanging on the back of the door. I pulled the dress off the hanger and examined it. It was a low-cut, sparkly red, spaghetti strap number with a gold belt at the waist. I ran my fingers across the A-Line tulle skirt and smiled as I slipped the dress over my head, careful not to mess up my hair. Once I was dressed, I applied my makeup and took one last look at myself in the mirror. Students of Hartfeld, eat your heart out!

I swung the bathroom door open and stepped out into the shared space of our dorm. Nadia turned and gasped when she caught sight of me all dolled up.

“Ohmygods, Kaia! You look amazing!” she said, her eyes welling with tears.

“Really?” I asked, twirling around the room.

She nodded. “Whoever you’re planning on impressing tonight is going to be blown away.” She didn’t say it, but I knew she meant Damien. To be honest, I’d been upping my game in terms of my appearance lately. Ever since he told me he and Alana had been having problems, I’d been going out of my way to show him what he was missing. I put my hand on Nadia’s shoulder in a silent thanks, then moved to my room to retrieve my clutch.

Once we were ready, we exited the dorm and made our way to the parking lot. Steve’s trusty blue Chevy pickup sat in the empty space in front of our building. He and Sloane were seated on the tailgate, showing each other something on their phones. Steve looked up and a wide grin spread across his face when he noticed Nadia.

“Babe...You look...wow…” he stuttered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and peppered his face with kisses. I turned towards Sloane and gave her a bright smile as she hopped off the tailgate.

“Your dress is so pretty!” I squealed motioning for her to twirl. Her dress was similar in style and material as mine but in a light blue color.

“Thanks! Yours too! You ready to go?” she said, smoothing down her skirt.

I hooked my thumb back towards Steve and Nadia. “Sure. As soon as those two come up for air.”

Sloane laughed and shouted at the kissing couple to break it up. Nadia flipped us the bird, then we all piled into the pickup and made our way towards the Sports and Activities Center, where the homecoming dance was held every year. When we pulled up in the parking lot, it looked a lot different from the first time we were here. Gone were the tailgaters; replaced with a few remaining parade floats being dismantled and students in formal attire.

We walked the sidewalk that connected the parking lot to the football stadium and activities center, noticing it temporarily painted yellow to simulate a “Yellow Brick Road.”

“Cute,” I said to myself as we made our way inside the center. The doorman took our tickets and directed us to the field house which had been transformed into The Emerald City.

“Ohmygods, Kaia! I just realized your dress reminds me of Dorothy’s shoes!” Nadia squealed, squeezing my hand. 

My eyes roamed the room, taking in the magnificent job that CAB did on the decorations. A dance floor occupied the center of the room with several high-top tables scattered around it. The DJ booth was set up towards the back of the room under one of the basketball hoops. The bleachers were folded up on either side of the room to allow space for a photo booth and a bar area.

We moved through the room and found an empty table. The music from the DJ booth filled the room as dancers moved about the dance floor. A flash of black hair caught my eye and I turned to see Hayden strutting towards me. He had no business looking so good in a blue vest over a grey dress shirt and gray checkered tie. His eyes met mine and he grinned from ear to ear. When he arrived at our table, his eyes traveled the length of my body and I felt my cheeks and ears burning up.

“There’s no place like home,” he muttered under his breath and I barely caught what he said.

“What?”

“Nothing. You look amazing. Wanna dance?”

I looked over at Nadia and Steve, who were attached at the mouth. Sloane was nowhere to be found. I gnawed on my bottom lip, contemplating his offer. Damien’s words crept into my mind. You should give him a chance. Who knows? He might turn out to be a great guy. I turned back to Hayden and gave him a soft smile. “Sure. Let’s go.”

His eyes lit up as he took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Maroon 5’s “Animals” blared from the speakers as we moved together. I swayed my body to the beat, lost in the rhythm of the music. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hayden dancing, but his eyes were fixed on me. The intensity of his gaze made my skin instantly flushed. When the song came to an end, a slower track followed and I took this as my cue to grab a drink.

“You thirsty?” I asked.

He nodded and led me over to the bar. I perused the menu. Damn, no alcohol. I ordered both of us one of the signature “mocktails.” The bartender gave us our drinks and we made our way back to the table. Nadia and Steve were missing in action, but Sloane was standing there talking to a guy with auburn hair. She smiled when she saw Hayden and I approaching.

“Hey, guys! How was the dance floor?”

“Crowded,” Hayden replied, sipping his mocktail. The redhead guy whispered something in Sloane’s ear and she nodded before he walked away.

“So, who’s your friend?” I smirked at her.

“Oh, just some guy in my Spanish Comp class. Whatcha drinking?” she asked, eyeing my glass.

“It’s the signature mocktail. They’re pretty tasty. Have you tried one yet?” I said to her, holding up the multi-colored drink.

“Yeah, Derek went to grab us some.” She looked at Hayden, then back at me. Her eyes silently asked what was up between him and I. I smirked and shook my head as if to say, “tell ya later.” Derek returned shortly and the four of us fell into a comfortable conversation. He and Sloane had a class together and had been texting for a few weeks. I learned that Derek was a sophomore and a member of CAB. I complimented him on the decor, to which smiled and nodded. He finished his drink and asked her if she wanted to dance.

“Watch my drink for me?” she asked.

I nodded and smiled as Derek led her out to the dance floor, leaving Hayden and me alone. He rested his forearms on the tabletop and turned to me.

“So, you excited for midterms?”

I laughed. “Who would be excited about that?”

“Well, me for one. It means the semester’s half over.”

“Hmm...good point. I guess that’s one thing to look forward to,” I replied and took a sip of my drink.

He nodded and we fell into an awkward silence, watching the crowd. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat and spoke up. “So, I know I asked you this before, and I don’t want to come off too desperate, but I really like you, Kaia. And I know you like me too.” 

My cheeks flushed. How did he know? As if he could read my thoughts, he continued. “Your cousin told me.” 

Damnit, Nadia!

He smiled and continued. “Let me take you out. We don’t even have to call it a date. I just want to get to know you.” He reached across the table and took my hand in his, lightly brushing his thumb across my knuckles.

I looked down at our joined hands, then back up at him. My body reacting to the contact. Why was I acting like this? We were both single and obviously attracted to each other. What could it hurt? For some odd reason, my thoughts wandered to Damien. Jesus, what was wrong with me. He wasn’t available. It was because of him that I was hesitant to pull the trigger with Hayden. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to clear my thoughts. When I opened my eyes, Hayden was looking at me expectantly.

“Okay.”

He seemed taken aback. “Okay?”

I nodded. “Okay, okay. Let’s do it. Take me out. When are you free?”

A wide grin spread across his face. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Whatever you want to do,” I replied.

Something flashed in his eyes. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. “I think it’s time for another dance. Don’t you?”

I nodded and let him lead me out onto the dance floor. Ariana Grande and The Weeknd’s “Love Me Harder” started playing and Hayden placed his hands on my waist as we swayed back and forth. I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, pressing our foreheads together.

“Kaia? Can I ask you something?” he whispered into my ear.

“Sure,” I replied.

“What changed?”

I pulled back and searched his face. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. “I mean. I’ve been asking you out for almost a month now, and you’ve been side-stepping giving me a definite answer. Don’t get me wrong. I’m so happy you finally said yes, but I’m curious what changed?”

I thought back to the conversation I had with Damien in the bistro. How I was too afraid to pursue anything with Hayden because I was still harboring feelings for him. Would I ever get over them? Maybe in time. And he would always hold a special place in my heart. But this schoolgirl crush was getting in the way of me having a life. “Honestly? I just felt like it was time I got my shit together.”

Hayden seemed to accept that answer and pulled me back against him. We danced through two more songs, laughing and talking. As the current song was coming to a close, I looked across the room and saw him. Damien. The sight of him caused my breath to catch. He looked absolutely mouth-watering in a navy blue suit. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, giving me a glimpse of his chest. 

He had his arm wrapped around Alana’s waist, but his eyes held mine with a look of pure lust mixed with jealousy. He leaned down and whispered something into Alana’s ear, never taking his eyes off mine. Hayden came up behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. Damien looked over to him, then back at me.

I was the first to break eye contact, turning to Hayden and telling him that I had to use the restroom. He nodded and headed back to our table as I made my way through the crowd to the ladies' room. I grabbed the first open stall and rushed inside, shutting the door. I leaned up against the stall door and sucked in several deep breaths. What the hells was wrong with me? I was here with another guy, but I was eye-fucking my best friend from across the room. Jesus! Get ahold of yourself, Kaia!

***

Damien

Alana and I walked into the gym hand-in-hand. The strobe lights danced across the room as some upbeat pop song poured from the speakers. We spotted Cecile and Rowan dancing together, the lights reflecting off Cecile’s Homecoming Queen crown. Alana pulled me toward one of the tables and set her clutch down on the tabletop. She scanned the room, taking in the decor.

“Well, at least it's better than last year’s theme,” she huffed.

I cringed. Last year’s homecoming theme was “Boot-Scootin’ Victory,” a western-themed event that was as cheesy as you’d expect. I’m not sure who approved that one. The entire campus looked like a scene from the movie, “Tombstone.” The dance was even worse. CAB hired a country-western band to entertain, and they played nothing but ‘90s country music for the entirety of the dance. 

The most amusing thing that happened was watching the basketball team try to line-dance. A video of the team’s center riding a mechanical bull went viral, causing his draft stock to dip. Apparently, NBA scouts frown upon a 6’10” player having almost-sex with his girlfriend on the mechanical bull at the school dance.

Cecile and Rowan joined us a few minutes later at our table. Rowan and I made small talk while Cecile and Alana reenacted an episode of Project Runway, judging the dresses of our classmates. Rowan left to go grab drinks for the table, leaving me with the girls. I leaned over the table and congratulated Cecile on winning Homecoming Queen. She scowled, then muttered thanks.

I chuckled to myself. She was probably still pissed about seeing me and Kaia together at the bistro. I know she tattled to Alana right after they left. That night, Alana came to my dorm. We fought, made love, fought again, then didn’t talk for two days. I remembered Kaia’s words in the bistro when I told her about mine and Alana’s relationship troubles. This whole relationship seems really unhealthy. There’s a huge lack of trust on both sides. That’s something a break isn’t going to fix. If she only knew.

Rowan returned to the table with the drinks. I picked up the glass and eyed it skeptically as the green and yellow colors swirled together. I took a sip and turned up my nose.

“What the hells is this?”

“Some signature mocktail. Pineapple, orange and melon juice,” he said, taking a drink of his. “And it tastes like shit.”

He reached into his suit jacket and retrieved a flask, pouring what I assumed was alcohol into the cup. He turned and offered me some. I held out my drink and he dumped a splash of the clear liquid into my glass. I shook my head. “More.” He smirked and kept pouring until I motioned for him to stop. I took a drink. It was better, but not by much. I bit my tongue and chugged the drink, happy to finally have finished it off.

As Alana and Cecile continued to gossip, I spotted Nadia and some blonde kid making their way towards me. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and moved faster through the crowd. She wrapped her arms around me in a bone-crushing hug.

“Damien Elvis Nazario! Have you been avoiding me this semester?” she squealed.

I laughed. “Even if I was, you’d track me down.”

“It’s like you know me,” she replied.

I looked over her shoulder to see Alana staring at us with a scowl. I detached myself from Nadia and introduced her to Alana. The two women sized each other up in some sort of awkward standoff. After several tense moments, Nadia grabbed the arm of the guy she was with and drug him over to us. “Damien. I want you to meet Steve, my boyfriend.”

At the mention of his name, I remembered Kaia telling me about him at the frat party. “Ah, yes, Tennyson. Good game today, man. You’ve been tearing it up this season.”

He nodded and shook my hand. “Thanks, man. I know it’s still early, but I think we have a shot at the natty this year.”

The two of us talked for a few minutes before Alana wrapped her arms around me from behind and began pulling me toward the dance floor. I rolled my eyes and said my goodbyes to Nadia and Steve, then followed her. We made our way through the tables and found a spot near the edge of the crowd. A slow pop ballad played and Alana wrapped her arms around my neck. I rested my hands on her hips as we swayed to the music. As we danced, I scanned the crowd.

At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I caught a glance of her on the other side of the dance floor. Kaia. My Kaia. She looked like a goddess in that shimmery red dress. She was dancing with some tall guy with black hair. He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, and she started laughing. The jealousy radiated through my body. I watched her as the other guy rested his hands on her waist. I wanted to sprint across the dance floor and break both of his arms. Instead, I stood there — my arms wrapped around my girlfriend — watching my best friend dance with another man.

She looked up and locked eyes with me. Her shocked expression caused my lips to turn up in a small smile. She looked over at Alana, who was talking to some random girl. She probably introduced me, but I was too preoccupied watching Kaia to care. I glanced over at my best friend’s date, then back at her. The two of us stared at each other across the room for several moments before I felt Alana tug at my arm.

“I’m going to go grab another drink. Do you want anything?” she asked.

I leaned down, never taking my eyes off Kaia and muttered in her ear. “No, I’m good. I’m gonna go use the restroom.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Alana move away. Kaia turned to her date, said something to him, then made her way through the crowd towards the doors of the gym. I waited 10 seconds, making sure Alana or none of her friends were around, then followed her. I reached the doors leading to the hallway when I saw her enter the bathroom. The alcohol began to take effect as I walked past a couple making out against the trophy case and stood outside the entrance to the bathroom.

Several minutes passed before she emerged. Her head was down, and she didn’t notice me until she nearly crashed into me.

“Holy shit! Damien!” she said, nearly toppling over. It was very reminiscent of the first day of school. I reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her. The touch of her smooth skin sent my senses into overdrive.

“We’ve gotta stop running into each other like this,” I smiled. She laughed and my chest tightened. My eyes raked up and down her body. Fuck, she looked phenomenal. That dress hugged her curves. I wanted to reach out and feel the fabric between my fingers

“You here by yourself?” I asked.

“I came with Nadia, Steve, and Sloane. They’re around here somewhere.”

I noticed she didn’t mention the guy she was dancing with. Which meant she didn’t come here with him. “No date?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Technically, no.”

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Hayden. You remember me telling you about him, right?” she smirked. I saw the amusement in her expression. Of course, I did. I was the one who told her to go out with him.

I nodded my head. “So, you finally decided to give the poor guy a chance.”

“I did. He’s taking me out tomorrow,” she smiled and it made me jealous.

“Oh yeah? On a Sunday?” I replied sharply, the alcohol giving me courage.

She cocked an eyebrow. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. He didn’t want to wait until next weekend to see me again.” I could hear the challenge in her voice.

I shoved my hands in my pants pockets. “Hmm...that’s interesting. Usually, guys who aren't that interested take girls out on Sundays.”

“Are you speaking from experience?” she scowled.

I shrugged. “I just know that Sundays are usually the day when people wind down from the weekend and prepare for their week. So, he probably won’t be all there mentally.”

Annoyance flashed in her eyes. “I don’t know why you give a shit, Dames. You were the one who told me to go out with him. He likes me and I like him. Why is that such a big deal to you?”

“I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into. I mean, what do you know about this kid anyway besides his dog’s name and what classes he has?”

That seemed to piss her off even more. She stood up straight and stepped into my space. Her voice was low but held so much anger. “What the hells has gotten into you, Damien? First, you encourage me to go out with the guy. Now you’re trying to talk me out of it. You’re my best friend, not my dad. You don’t even know him, so stop judging him. The whole reason I’m going out with him is so I can get to know him. Why don’t you just back off?”

A loose strand of hair fell from her updo into her face. On instinct, I reached out and tucked it behind her ear, my palm brushing her soft cheek in the process. Her breath hitched at the contact. My eyes traveled to her mouth as she gnawed on her bottom lip. I knew my presence was making her nervous. That was her tell.

Thanks to the combination of the alcohol coursing through my body and the tension between us, I threw all inhibition out the window and leaned in to capture her mouth in a kiss. She froze for a moment, then her body melted as she gave in. A slight gasp escaped her lips as I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but damn if it felt so right. My fingers tangled in her hair and I slipped my other arm around her waist. Her lips parted slightly, allowing my tongue to dart into her mouth and massage hers. I had forgotten how good it felt to kiss her.

”Damien,” she whimpered.

My hands traveled down her back and cupped her ass. She moaned in my mouth, the sound shooting straight to my dick. I pressed my growing hard-on into her thigh. ”That's it, Kaia. Say my name.”

”Damien, please,” she said, breaking the kiss. She pressed her palms flat against my chest and shoved me back. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “You have a girlfriend.”

“And?” I replied, moving closer.

She stepped back. “You should figure your shit out with her first. I won’t be a cheater,” she huffed.

“Kaia,” I said, my voice coming out in a harsh whisper.

“I have to get back to my date.” She looked me up and down, noticing the bulge in my crotch. “You should probably do the same.” She took one last look at me before turning and stomping down the hallway back towards the dance. She stopped at the entrance to the gym and turned back to me. The intensity of her gaze made me want to march up to her and claim her in front of the whole school, but my feet were rooted to the floor. Her eyes searched mine, both of our gazes saying what our mouths couldn’t. After a few beats, she shook her head and walked back inside.

I stood there and watched the door, waiting for her to come back. When she didn’t, I sighed and made my way back to the gym. I scanned the crowd for her but gave up after a few moments. Spotting Alana at our table with Rowan and Cecile, I raked my hand through my hair and sighed before walking back to my girlfriend.

#best beloved #pm au #college au #friends to lovers #perfect match #choices fanfic #damien nazario #kaia park #damien x mc #nazariolahela fanfic

[sope-and-shine]

Christmas Special: Day 6

-> Pairing: Hoseok x Reader -> Teacher AU! // Fluff -> Word Count: 3.4k -> Summary: You and Hoseok are hallway neighbors and flirt constantly outside of your classrooms everyday. You’re students are honestly tired of seeing you both beat around the bush. That’s why this years pep rally will be one to remember. ->Warnings: None.

“Alright, everyone! Let’s go over the plans for the rest of the time we have together!” You call out, grabbing the attention of your students. “With your midterm next week, I will not be putting any pressure of having homework until we all come back from break.” Your students cheer and you take that as the go ahead to grab the papers on your desk. “However, I do have a study guide that you can complete, and anyone who takes the initiative can use it when we take our test next week.” 

“Are you serious?” Haechan asks, his eyes wide with anticipation.

“Very serious. Consider this an early Christmas present.” You say, flashing a smile.

Jeongguk and the corner of the room seems to be elated over the news, so elated he can barely form a real sentence, “I’m not going to fail...I’m not going to fail!”

“You have to do the study guide correctly to not fail.” Jiin reminds him, stopping the rambling boy in his tracks only so he could stare blankly ahead with wide eyes. You should probably send him to the nurse for that.

“He has to do it in the first place.” Jae laughs next to him. He’s amused until he hears Wonpil in front of him, “You’re one to talk.”

Jisoo sighs in relief, “This will be the easiest grade of my life.”

High school is a place many people don’t imagine returning to after they leave. The cold hallways, the judgemental stares, the looming fear of not knowing what to do with the rest of your life. Of course, there are students that plan to be teachers, but most want kids that are either younger or way younger than a bunch of rowdy and hormonal teenagers that would rather be anywhere else learning so many different things. 

That was how you started anyways. 

You planned on getting your teaching degree in English to work with elementary schoolers between the ages of 5-10. You of course had the credentials to teach older students, but high schoolers were never in your final picture. When you were interviewing with the board, they had originally offered you the elementary position like you wanted, but they had asked if you would cut a deal with their - at the time - current high school English teacher who’d been facing illness. You had agreed, but it was only supposed to be a temporary position until they figured out what to do next. The only thing is, as you spent more and more time with the students and got to know and enjoy them, you couldn’t even imagine leaving them.

Taehyung raises his hand, “Miss. (L/n)! Can we bring in food next week if all we’re going to do is study?” 

“Of course you’d be thinking about food.” Lisa grumbles.

Yugeom holds his hand out to the girl next to him, “Wait, let’s not turn him down so fast! Can we bring in anything?”

“Miss (L/n) didn’t even agree yet!” Wendy reminds them.

“Please, Miss (L/n)?” Chenle asks.

“You can bring in food as long as there is enough to share with everyone. I’ll bring in cups and plates if you all want to handle the rest.” You agree. There was no way you could turn your students down when they were looking at you with so much hope. The bell rings around the room to end your class, your students wasting no time to pack their things. “Food next week, okay?”

Jeno rushes through the door with Jaemin, “For once I’m actually excited about spirit week.” 

“Jisoo, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Lisa asks, already planning how she, Jennie, and Rose would split the work amongst the four of them.

“I’m bringing in nuggets!” Jae announces, running out of the room and cutting off the dazed Jeongguk being led by Jimin and Taehyung.

Despite the chaos they brought with them, there was no denying how charming they all could be. This specific class was in middle school when you joined the school staff, and this was their second year of high school with you as their English teacher. You hated to admit it, but they were definitely your favorite class of the day. They were a nice mix of responsible and absolute chaos with no inbetween. But you didn’t mind as much as you’d thought you would before you started. Kids like them were what made you stay. It didn’t help that the Korean Lit teacher across the hall was a sight for sore eyes.

You follow the group to the door, bidding them one last goodbye. Across the hall from you, the Korean Literature teacher, Jung Hoseok, is doing the same with his class of students. He’s wearing fitted, light grey dress pants with black belt, a plain black sweater tucked into the front,  and black dress shoes with short black socks. He was always dressed well when he came in for work, and you had to thank whoever created this man for giving him a taste in fashion. His dark brown hair is styled, slicked back on the right and his bangs framing the left side. He looks just as good as he does every other day you see him, and you can’t help but let your stare linger just a little longer than it should.

“Well, you still look as lovely as ever even after 4 classes!” His voice pulls you out of your trance, and your brought back to the dazzling grin of the man you couldn’t stop dreaming about. He’s leaning back against his door now, hands in his pockets as you both wait for your next round of students to come from their previous class. “I trust your day hasn’t felt too long, Miss (L/n)?”

“They never do when you’re across the hall, Mr. Jung.” You flirt back playfully. You catch the pink hair coming around the corner and turn your attention to your student,  “Good afternoon, Rose.”

“Afternoon.” She smiles.

“You know,” You turn back to Hoseok as he begins, “I’ve been thinking about starting study sessions for next semester to prep for finals. Would you be interested in helping me out?” 

You sigh, “I’ll think about it, but I do have to work it around my club schedules.” 

“Yeah, of course! Please take your hat off, Mr. Kim.” Matthew removes the hat from his head and Hoseok gives him a polite nod of appreciation before he returns to you, “Will you be offering anything for next week’s pep rally if the students hit their goal? I personally have agreed to dye my hair cherry red this year.”

“But the orange looked so good last year!” You tease. Last years pep rally was great despite the penalty you face, but the bright orange hair that he was stuck with for months was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Apparently Hoseok didn’t feel that way, “The orange was a disaster and you know it.”

“I’m letting Hyuna decide for me this year. Last year, I could only think of dressing up in that ridiculous costume and dancing to popular dances.” No matter what they gave you this year, nothing would be as terrible as the inflatable fat suit your were in.

“Hey, I thought you did a great job! So great, that I think we should get some coffee later, if you’re up for it?” He asks, an eyebrow raised. His question for coffee wasn’t new, but he rarely ever meant it. Even if he did, the bell answered him before you could. He sighs, “That’s the bell. I’ll see your beautiful face in an hour, Miss (L/n).”

“I guess that means I’ll be seeing you as well.” You bid him goodbye and close your classroom door to begin your class, seeing all of your students staring at you with bored expressions. Teachers would find that normal if this class of students wasn’t you’re second loudest of the day. “What?”

“Are you and Mr. Jung dating yet?” Jennie asks, cutting right to the point.

“Mr. Jung and I are just coworkers. Nothing more, Lisa.” You protest. It’s not that you didn’t want to be more than friends, but Hoseok was strictly just friends with you.

“But he’s so into you!” Hongseok argues. Mark next to him nods in agreement, “Don’t be blind to his love, Miss (L/n)!”

“He tells you you’re beautiful everyday, I can’t even get Hyojong to have my back in gym class.” Hyuna admits. Said blonde boy takes a break from drinking the banana milk he brought to class to shrug, “It’s a dog eat dog world, babe. I can’t help you if I’m out of the game.”

Your students continue their rave, throwing more and more arguments about ‘how much Mr. Jung likes you!’ and ‘You obviously love him too!’ They kept going and going, until you’d had enough of their comments.“Even if Mr. Jung and I had a romantic relationship, our personal lives should be none of your concerns. What you should concern yourselves with is pulling out the homework I gave you yesterday.”

Their groans of frustration but compliance sets you back on track, letting you move on from this conversation. Hopefully for the rest of your life.

----

Outside the school walls, in a nearby park covered in white snow, a group of teenagers sit under a gazebo. All had agreed to meet there Saturday morning when they were sure no one would catch them. All were dressed in their warmest clothes, and some had even brought something to write on just in case. 

Taehyung huddles as close to Jimin as he can possibly get, “Why did we have to do this outside? The library is just as good a place to talk about this.”

“Because all of us are way too loud to do this in the library.” Jennie reminds him, wrapped in a blanket with Lisa.

“Besides, Miss (L/n) spends her Saturday mornings at the library with Mr. Kim - the math teacher - doing their grading.” Lucas says, sitting in between Haechan and Jisung. How he knew that information? Nobody knew. But nobody would question it if it were helpful.

Chenle pipes up, untucking his scarf from around his mouth, “Are we sure we’re right about her and Mr. Jung? What if we have this all wrong?”

Hyuna shakes her head, confident in her people reading abilities, “We don’t, okay? I know for a fact that we have this right.” 

“So, what do we do?” Wonpil asks, leaning against the wall of the gazebo, “We can’t just ask them to go on a date together.”

“Technically, we can.” Jimin says.

Jae sighs, “Okay, yeah, but I don’t see that working for us if Mr. Jung can’t get it to work for himself.” 

“Honestly, if I were Miss. (L/n), then I probably would brush him off too. He tries just a little too hard when it comes to her.” Rose shrugs.

Johnny chuckles, “Have you seen Miss (L/n)? I’d try hard too.”

“Gross.” Lisa scoffs.

Wendy stands up, “People! Let’s think about this! What is the best way to get them together for the holiday?” 

“Miss (L/n) is having me choose her punishment for next Friday. What if we get Mr. Jung involved?” Hyuna asks, ready to rearrange everything they had planned. 

Jaemin shakes his head, “Mr. Jung already has a punishment.”

Jisung nudges his side, “But he wants that punishment. Let’s plan something that will ensure they both get together.”

“Okay, but what?” None of the teens knew exactly what they could do or how it could work. How could they possibly get their teacher together?

“I think I have an idea…” Jeongguk pulls out his phone and places it against his ear, waiting for an answer.

“Who are you calling?” Hyojong asks.

Jeongguk smiles, “Someone that I know can help us out with this. The only person who can get this done.”

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It’s the next week, well into the Holiday Spirit week the students had planned. You’re students have been doing wonderful at their review, and you could only hope that they passed their midterms tomorrow. The teachers lounge was a breath of fresh air after the long day you’ve had. But no more kids now, just papers to grade and hand back at the beginning of the New Year. Everyone in the room seemed to have the same agenda. Namjoon was sat at the corner table with Yoongi and Taeil, eating the cookies Seokjin brought from his last class of the day while still decked in their holiday themed attire. Amber was for some reason chilling on the floor with Eric surrounded by essay after essay from her history class, her reindeer antlers long forgotten somewhere on the floor. Taeyong, Doyoung, and Seokjin were busy cleaning up the counter discussing amongst each other, each one of them having coordinated their costumes as three different Elsa’s from Frozen. Everyone was in their own groove and just relaxing after such a long week.

The teachers lounge door bursts open, Jung Hoseok appearing with his signature smile and temporary white chalk to go with his snowman theme today, “Guess who has the results for our demise?!” The other teachers groan in annoyance, most choosing to ignore their fate while some actually give the excited man attention, “The truck just came to pick up all the donated items and it looks like the students surpassed their goal by a longshot.”

“You’re joking.” Jin turns so fast you could see coffee fly out of his cup. He was so shell shocked that he didn’t even feel it hit his hand, “I should never have agreed to kiss a pig. Where do I find a pig?!”

“You think you have it bad? I agreed to dress up as a girl!” Namjoon groans. Yoongi nods next to him, already accepting his fate but still not ready for it to be real yet, “Yeah, no I remember, we made the pact together.”

“Well, Eric, it looks like we’re going to be having that watermelon eating rematch after all.” Amber says, nudging his side. Both of them looked way too excited for what was supposed to be a punishment. “I won in college, Amber, I will win again!”

She laughs, “Yeah, and I’ll watch you throw it up again in the trash can outside of the gymnasium.”

“Can we focus on the fact that we let Haechan choose our punishments?” Taeil shouts. He turns to the two men beside a sulking Seokjin and places a hand to his chest, “Men, this may be our final year of life.”

Hoseok takes a seat next to you, letting himself relax into the comfort of the couch. He sighs, “Anyways, did you think about my offer? I really need an answer before the New Year.”

“Which offer? The study group or the coffee?” You ask, continuing with your grading.

“Both.” He smiles, his cute dimples popping out for the first time today. 

“Study group? Yes. Coffee? Not a chance.” You smile. Hoseok’s hand moves to his chest with feigned hurt, “Ah, you’re playing with my heart, Miss (L/n).”

“Whatever you say, Mr. Jung.” You tease.

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At this point in the day, the Pep Rally was already in full swing. Sports teams were prepped and ready to battle against each other, students in the bleachers rowdy and ready for the day to be over, and the schools band playing loud and proud above it all. Student council members run around the gym directing the flow of events for the day, making sure students in the bleachers and on the court listened as they should.

Everyone had taken their punishments like champs, especially Namjoon and Yoongi who still wore their outfits. Taeil, Taeyong, and Doyoung all let their faces get pied, pies courtesy of Seokjin’s morning class. But hey, he had to kiss an actual pig, so why not? Then there was Hoseok who got his hair lightened by his sister when he got home the other day, allowing his students to make his hair a bright fire engine red instead of the usual brown. Amber and Eric definitely threw up in the trash cans outside of the gym, even though neither one made it through half of the watermelon.

Then there was you. Your students definitely wanted you to give  show, only they prepared a Santa costume this time around. The embarrassment was already filling your bones, but there was nothing else you could do at this point. This is what you promised them, so you might as well give it your all. And you can honestly say that you wrecked that floor with the different dances they put on for you, one student even throwing money onto the floor where you were dancing. You’re just relieved when the music stops so you can leave and get back into your holiday sweater.

“Not so fast, Miss (L/n)! There’s one more part to your punishment~ No Santa is good without a Mrs. Claus, so why don’t we get one for you?” Hyuna waves over towards a massive amount of students where the still slightly damp, red haired Hoseok appears in a red velvet dress, a white frilly apron, and a white bonnet, “I’d love to present to you, Mrs. Claus!”

Watching Jung Hoseok strut onto the floor wearing a dress was something else. Especially since the last thing you expected from him was for him to suddenly start break dancing in his get up. But you were no loser, especially not to your supposed Mrs Claus. 

And that’s how you found yourself in a dance battle with a man in a dress while you wore a heavy fat suit covered in velvet. You were in no way trained to be a dancer like Hoseok had once been, but you were not about to lose to him like this. That was when the students decided to strike. All at once the music playing stopped and a slower, more romantic song started. You were extremely confused, especially when students started bringing over flowers and a mic to Hoseok while he removed his get up to reveal the dress pants and dress shirt underneath of it. 

He walked towards you with the most sincere look you’d ever seen on him, “I know this is really sudden, but you can thank our students for this mess. Miss (L/n), I would be overjoyed if you would let me take you on a date.”

And just like that everything blew up all at once. Students were screaming, your friends were pumped and cheering you on from afar, and Hoseok was looking at you with such hope that you were honestly too stunned to respond. You knew what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t find yourself saying anything at all. He’d always joked about wanting to go on a date, but you didn’t think he actually meant it! He was ungodly handsome and intelligent, and you were...you.

Your students were not shy about what they want either, “We as your students want you to be happy, and we know that you both like each other no matter how much you may deny it. Please consider accepting Mr. Jung’s offer.”

What were you supposed to do, say no? Not anymore.

You take the mic from his hands and flash him the brightest smile, “I’d love to.”

----

“You invited Mr. Jung here?!” Rose asks.

“He’s our best option!” Jeongguk argues, “If anyone is going to get her to say yes, it’ll be Mr. Jung with a grand gesture. She won’t be able to say no!”

“Okay, but if she does say no, then we’ve just embarrassed the hell out of him!” Jae yells. He takes a look towards Hoseok and bows quickly, “Sorry, sir.”

“Don’t worry about it Jae.” He holds up a hand and takes a well needed breath, “I know this is weird, but Jeongguk said you guys wanted to help. This would be a big help to me.”

“Do you think she’ll say yes?” Renjun asks.

Hoseok sighs, running a hand through his hair, “I’d love to think she’ll say yes. But I know that I’ll need help from all of you to get it done. I hope you’re all up for the challenge.”

“Anything for love!” Jimin says. The others agree with him, adding in their own comments here and there.

Despite them wanting to meddle into his life, he couldn’t find it in him to be angry with them when all they wanted was to get the two of you together for the holiday in the name of love. How could he ever be angry with them? This was the Christmas present he never knew he wanted, nor did he realize he needed.

But it turned out to be the best one of all.

#fae #bts #25 days of christmas #25 days of bangtan #bts x reader #jhope x reader #hoseok x reader #hobi x reader #jung hoseok x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jeongguk #bts rm #bts rap mon #bts jin #bts suge #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts v #bts jungkook #christmas au #teacher au #fan fiction #kpop

[twoheadedcalfsanctuary]

SPRING AWAKENING CHARACTERS’ SIGNS

I’m sure this has been done before but I feel so strongly about this

✨💖wendla💖✨🥺- Pisces! Deeply empathetic, she feels pain so deeply, even if it’s someone else. A dreamer.

Milky- scorpio shithead. Very bright but also extremely arrogant. Intense. Secretive. Sex is important to him- it is a way to feel close to a loved one rather than purely a physical pleasure. Likes to observe people and wants to learn everything about them on a deeply intimate level. Transformative- always looking to push himself, the people around him, and society as a whole.

Mort steeple- sweet virgo boy🌿😌. Anxious!!!!! Concerned with “success” in the traditional sense/ how society deems him. a bit unassuming at first, mutable. Sometimes has trouble thinking in the abstract and finding the right words to capture the intensity of his emotion. I’m also feeling a cancer moon for some reason? Maybe I’m projecting??? He just has a certain sensitivity and helplessness about him.

Hanschen- CAPRICORN SHITHEAD. The man takes himself so damn seriously!!! Also obsessed with class/classics- he lit rally masturbates to Shakespeare

Ilse- Sagittarius or Aquarius. Independent and speaks bluntly. Drawn to people on the fringe. I love her.

Marta- cancer <3 again maybe I am projecting bc Marta is one of my favorites but,,,,,, she just craves safety and comfort. Feels strongly but keeps it in. Very protective of her friends. Is good at assuming a caretaker role bc she longs to be cared for so deeply and therefore understands what people in pain need 💕💕💕💓💗💕💗

Anna- Gemini. Idk I just get a vibe

Thea- Taurus-not afraid of confrontation or speaking her mind. Straying from tradition/ patterns makes her uneasy and highly values comfort.

Ernst- cancer. Wants a simple life of comfort. Sister signs w Hans. Sweetheart <3

#spring awakining #theatre #astrology #theater #horoscope #wendla bergmann #musicals #theatre kid #taurus #melchior #melchior gabor #theater kid #gemini #moritz stiefel #moritz #musical theatre #virgo #cancer moon #hanschen rilow #musical theater #broadway #scoripo #sun signs #ilse neumann #play #plays #sagittarius #marta bessel #cancer zodiac #aquarius

[codenamesazanka]

Spinner!!! The facts, some deductions, few speculations

Name: Iguchi Shuuichi

First name meaning: “Excellent one” 

Prob 20-something

Quirk: Gecko! He can stick and climb on walls

Grew up in rural Japan in a very conservative area, badly bullied and called ‘the lizard freak’

“My heart was totally empty,” he says, and accepted the discrimination

Was a hikikomori shut-in, no criminal record, until Mid-May

Lower-class, apparently?

Was ashamed of his appearance

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Stain blew his mind and inspired him so much he changed his life completely

I imagine Spinner had very good reason to agree with Stain - All the Heroes in the world, with their fame and power and fight for justice, none of them did anything to protect him from his community

And so he desired to change society, to blow open a hole right through it

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I think Stain also appealed to Spinner for another reason - the killing

Revenge must have been so pleasing, getting to repay back all that built up resentment. 

Being able to judge who lives and who dies, depending on how much they fit Stain’s ‘True Hero’ standards

Spinner’s unopposed to violence and harbors dark impulses. Whether it’s been like this for a while or seeing Stain broke all inhibitions, no idea

By July, during the Training Camp Raid, he was so ready to kill fake Heroes and Iida. 

I still think he’s one of the League’s more moral members! but there’s a reason he eagerly joined up with terrorists. 

Just has standards

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So he ends up not being opposed to Shigaraki’s ‘destroy everything’ goal

Wants ‘a glimpse of the future [shigaraki] was imagining’

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Fucking nerd: Gamer and gamer-lingo, cosplayer, collect knives, swords

he also learned to fight - close combat with blades, throwing knives

Pretty muscular too

And completely changed looks by gelling up his hair, getting that cool leather jacket

very likely inexperienced in romance and relationships lol

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Somehow this country boy went to the big city, navigated the shadows, found the League of Villains, and convinced Shigaraki to recruit him

Speaks to resourcefulness, determination

Has a strategic mind - getting Shigaraki’s tactics, observing the rallying of the MLA, deciding to target Hatabana 

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Doesn’t hold a very high opinion of himself

Admits to be an ‘empty cosplayer’ 

“I know that [I’m not going to become a worthwhile person] better than anyone.”

“I’m just a nobody who jumped onto the bandwagon” 

Yet also accepts this. “But what’s wrong with that?” 

By his own admission, he can be impulsive. Getting fired up but not sure what to do, yet still doing it. 

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Got great passion tho; and so, so ready to devote himself 

First to Stain, then to Shigaraki 

He’s empathetic! He was all wide-eyed during Shigaraki’s backstory, hanging onto every word, relating so much

He’s so watchful of Shigaraki during the Gigantomachia month, he worries for him during the MLA battle, he wants to help and lighten Shigaraki’s burden

I think he’s dedicated more so to people, not so much ideas or philosophies. He’s captivated by someone’s energy and drive, his heart is lit by their fire, and he falls in love follows

In questioning Toga about her staying in the League, I think he was trying to see where he stood, figure out what he wanted. Was there something he loved? Something he felt he needed to do?

Actually, in his heart he already sided with Shigaraki, but he was still thinking about Stain cuz can’t let go of a six-month obsession that easily

Ultimately, right now, his desire is to see Shigaraki’s desire come true

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Spinner, notorious Stain fanboy, actually kinda ends up being someone as loyal to Shigaraki as AFO’s followers was to AFO?

But Shigaraki isn’t AFO, and Spinner isn’t a blind worshipper 

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Similarly, it’s only after he accepted Shigaraki that he seemed to integrate himself more with the League in general

Got along well with Magne! But just her at first, and he was willing to disregard the League’s priority and teamwork to follow Stain’s tenets 

Notably, he’s absent from the first Overhaul meeting (same as Dabi) 

Serving as the driver for their highway ambush, he seemed pretty testy towards the rest of the League. Tho also justified because Dabi insulted him. 

While everyone bantered a bit with each other in their ‘hideout’ in Chapter 220, Spinner stood apart. 

Fast forward a month and a half, after being finding himself eager to see Shigaraki’s dream realized, he’s shown chatting with Toga, with Twice

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So! Spinner! 

A self-described ‘nobody’, dissatisfied with life, but with great drive to devote himself whole-heartedly to something he loves and believes in

Just needed that push. Man, imagine if he wasn’t tormented and was encouraged and allowed to flourish. 

Got a big heart, so ready to latch onto someone, willing to follow and serve, lend all he can do to them

I imagine him as bit of a nerdy romantic, swayed by grand, dramatic gestures and strong personalities, a little obsessive and eager to go on that adventure - and does - consequences be damned. Definitely has imagined himself as a sword-wielding ninja to serve a worthy master 

Skilled, smart, even got called so by an enemy; can go overboard, take off more than he can chew?

He’s great!!! Love him!!!

#Spinner #Iguchi Shuichi #League of Villains #Characterization #nalslastworkingbraincell

[chemiste]

She - H.S. soulmate au

blue - the first time you see them

It doesn’t matter how you see them. It could be a photo, a video, the back of their head on a crowded sidewalk. All that matters is that you’ve now seen them, your soulmate.

For most people, one day they may find themselves going about their schedule as planned. Maybe shopping, getting groceries, or going clubbing, and suddenly their world changes. They drop their new Prada purchase on the ground as they gaze up to the bright blue sky, the milk carton in their hand no longer a version of grey but bountiful sapphire, the drunk girl’s sequin dress now sparkling in the disco light a captivating periwinkle.

Hopefully, they’re able to get their bearings in time since sometimes, unfortunately, their soulmate won’t see them as they drive away from the store or leave the bar with other friends. But if they do, and that person looks up from the carton in their hand to the women holding a box of rice down the aisle, its like magic.

For you, it happened at a very young age. You had been at the mall with friends, going through the J-14 magazines in the back section of Claire’s.

“Oh my god! I got Zayn from the quiz!” your friend Maggie exclaimed excitedly. The rest of your gaggling group of 13-year-olds gathered around her as she pointed out the famed ‘which One Direction member will you marry!’ quiz in the magazine. You weren’t a big boyband fan and honestly didn’t know what she was talking about until you went over.

“Who?” You asked, going through big title names like Justin Bieber or Usher and not ringing any bells. She grinned, “It’s a new band that formed from the X-Factor, they are totally gorgeous and now I’m pleased to say I’ll be marrying”— she shoved the glossy paper in your face— “this one!!!”

You pulled the booklet back to take a better look. On the top of the page was a picture of five boys. They seemed to be on a bus of some sort you realized as Maggie pointed to the boy with the beanie in the far left of the photo. “That’s my future husband, isn’t he just dreamy?”

The girls around you giggled like all tweens would while looking at their celebrity crushes. Some exclaimed their love for other members like ‘Niall’ or ‘Louis and Liam’.

“Who’s that one?”

You drew your finger to the last member on the right, “That’s Harry Styles—“ “ The love of my life!” Your friend Bernice shouted—“He’s the youngest member and a total heartthrob as well!” Maggie laughed, throwing her hand out to poke Bernice in a teasing manner.

The photo had just been various shades of grey for you, nothing surprising. Plus, Claire’s was a mainly ‘pink store’ you’ve heard it been called by parents so it wasn’t until your group of friends walked through the food court and past the Dillard’s sign did you realized something major had changed.

You could see blue.

purple - the first time you hear them

A few months after your mall surprise, a school assembly had been called. You and a couple friends from math were walking together to the gymnasium for the pep rally being held to cheer on your band going to competition and briefly update students on what’s new. You had grown to love blue and always wore monotone outfits of various shades of the color but who could blame you? It was your FIRST color! The moment you saw the Dillard’s sign, you flipped.

You and your friends screamed and jumped around you in the middle of the mall which may have looked a bit funny to any bystanders, but then you suddenly all stopped and had the same realization— your soulmate must be somewhere in the mall!

Y’all searched for hours until coming to the conclusion that they must have left some time ago, but it still gave you hope that they must live in the area! You lived in Austin, Texas, and sure there was a slim chance that your soulmate could have been a tourist, but right in the middle of March? Not likely.

Unless they were here for SXSW, well then you were screwed.

“I see a couple of open bleachers over there.” One of your friends pointed out and you started to weave your way through the loud and crazy mess that was your school. A song started over the speakers and screams erupted from your fellow classmates.

You’re insecure

Don’t know what for

“What’s up with everyone?” You yelled to Anika as people belted out the lyrics to the specific song with more enthusiasm than you’d ever seen from the student body. “It’s a new song that just got released by that band from the UK! South Direct or something like that?”

Being the way that you are is enough

Your eyes lit up with recognition, “Oh, One Direction?”

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

Anika nodded and opened her mouth to say something more but the school somehow managed to get louder as they screamed the chorus to the song.

Baby you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell

You don’t know

Oh, oh

You don’t know you’re beautiful

You laughed at the scene before you and bobbed your head along with the song. As it came to a close you chatted with your friends while waiting for the principle to come out and give her introduction speech for the student and faculty. What you didn’t expect was to see her in an entirely different color than grey or blue.

It was purple.

Your eyes bulged out of your head as you whipped you head back up the bleachers on each side of you, desperate to see someone that had the same reaction as you to her dress.

You had heard your soulmate, and they had to be in this room.

yellow - the first time you hear them laugh

Yellow is an odd one for sure, any type of laugh, giggle, chuckle, snicker, or guffaw could spark this shade to life for you.

You were a junior in high school, studying in the library during you break period. You had kind of given up on the whole soulmate thing when your extensive research in middle school bore no results.

The minute the fateful assembly had been over, you raced home and looked through the yearbook for hours, trying to see if fate would show you your soulmate again. At school the next day you made sure you laughed, made eye-contact, brushed up against or touched in some way with EVERYONE you came in contact with.

You thought maybe they had missed picture day and so that should make it easier to pick them out, right? Wrong.

After the school year ended, you sort of stopped caring about the whole ordeal and had a strange resentment for the retched boyband that had given you another color to haunt you every day. As the group blew up, you avoided them at every turn, declining invitations to see their concert when they came to Dallas, instead choosing to listen to original movie scores and orchestra recordings, and Disney.

LOT’S of Disney.

You watched your friend bump into their soulmate at ACL, or heard them while tanning at Barton Springs, but never anything for you. You guessed that your soulmate must have moved right after the assembly or changed schools and that these were going to be the only colors you saw for the rest of your life.

I mean, sure, you could try one of the ‘soulmate finder’ apps, but in all honestly, they creeped you out and didn’t seem 100% certified. Who wants to record themselves laughing at a camera while wearing as much yellow as possible somewhere with blue and purple all around them?

When Etude No. 5 started to die out as the battery life in your headphones dropped to zero, you mumbled a quiet “fuck” and started digging through your backpack for the travel charge box you kept with you. That’s when you heard it.

Through the quiet brushes of flipped pages keyboard tunes, and scribbled lead, you heard a little laugh and some chatter come from the computer section that was only divided from you by a long bookshelf. You strained your ears to listen to what sounded like, an interview? From a computer? You shook your head, whatever it is it’s not like it matters, the librarian should come to force whoever it is to turn the volume down, and it probably won’t distract you from finishing your essay.

Roughly an hour later, you’ve completed your lovely paper on how things would have been different if women had been given more positions of power long ago (coughsexismcough) and slip on your aviator shades.

Your parents had given them to you as a birthday present freshman year, they were tinted blue so everything you looked at was, well, blue. You loved them and wore them all the time. It’s silly but they made you feel cool. You packed up and left the library as the school bell rang to end that day of class.

Only when you got home did you practically choke on the goldfish you’d not-so-graciously shoved in your mouth when you saw that your mother’s flower vase was filled with sunflowers.

Very yellow sunflowers.

“Fuck.” Was all you could say as you grabbed the whole carton of goldfish and went to your room.

green - the first time you dream of them

This color comes to many within the first few months they learn about the concept of having a soulmate. Little kids restless in their tiny racecar beds, thinking about the person that is meant for them. Often times, said children wake up to see the vibrant green leaves on the tree outside their bedroom window waving hello to them as the race off of to tell their parents about the dream they just had. The Dream.

Your friends all were able to see green by the time junior high was ending. It was a little disappointing to be the odd one out when they would make green friendship bracelets that of course you had but couldn’t see the happy color it produced, only the shade of grey over it.

You yourself were surprised when you didn’t have a dream of them the night after you saw blue, you guessed that maybe your mind had been so caught up on finding the person that it didn’t take a moment to actually think about what they would be like.

How they might react to one of your dad jokes that you take the liberty to present in a dramatic way, if they snore or not after a long day of work, or how they make their tea.

This is why it was a surprise you woke up one lovely summer day before your senior year to see that your journal was actually a lovely lime green with tiny lemons scattered on the cover, not red like you originally had guessed.

Your dream wasn’t anything defining of the person. In rare cases, people were able to see fragments of their soulmates while in dreams, but that was only one in a million, and no, yours didn’t magically let you see the person or where they lived but just connected the pieces of your first color moments.

The blue Dillard’s logo standing out to you in the mall.

Your school jamming out to music and the surprising appearance of the purple dress.

And— the laugh at the library.

Wait, hold on, the laugh from the computer at the library?! You fell back on your navy sheet cover pillow grasping your hair. How on earth was that the defining laugh? You had always assumed afterward that you must have heard it on your way out through the crowded foyer at school or when you had the windows down and you drove through your neighborhood.

“Well isn’t this perfect.” You mumbled to yourself as you climbed out of bed, noticing every piece of green that was spotted in your room. Your favorite sweater was jade, the mismatched sock you had put on last night with a blue one an emerald green. The family picture frame on the wall in the hallway a simple Olive.

Maybe the biggest surprise to you was that your old and ‘most comfortable recliner in all the world’ was a horrendous Feldgrau. Your parents found out you had finally achieved earth’s pigmentation when you came into the living room exclaiming, “Oh my god, how have we not gotten rid of this thing yet?! That color is disgusting!”

red - the first time you make eye-contact

This shade could sometimes be the first color a person sees or maybe the last, or not at all for those with blind partners. All your friends said it was an out of body experience, it’s not just seeing the shade of red but the connection between you and your soulmate just feels like electricity is shot into your veins and it’s hard to control your breathing in the moment because it’s so powerful.

Today was a lovely October day in the great Lone Star State and you were visiting a friend who was studying biophysics at UT.

“Y/N girl it’s been ages since I saw you! How’s the semester treating you?”

Danica asked you as you both sat on her sofa in her small apartment next to campus. She was a junior this year and used to live in your neighborhood, you had been friends for what seemed an eternity. She was smart as a whip and made everything seem brighter, she had short red hair and two freckles underneath her left eye that you had always admired.

“Everything’s well, I graduated early so now I’m taking college classes through community college until next year. Economics is kicking my butt though.” You state with a smile, taking the cup of Earl Grey that had been cooling in front of you.

Dan twiddled with her thumbs and mumbled something to you when you put down the teacup. You rolled your eyes, “Come on Danny, spit it out!” The girl next to you took a few moments as it seemed like she was having a debate with herself.

“Will you come to a concert with me?!” She finally blurted out. “I know it’s last-minute but everyone else seems to be only studying and I need my part wing woman!”

You laughed, Danica had always been a spontaneous chick, ready to do anything right in a second. You loved her for it and it took you to some very interesting places and events, plus lot’s of concerts.

Eyeing the crazy red-head who now had her head in your lap, you asked, “Who’s playing at the concert?”

She smiled sheepishly up at you, “Harry Styles…”

You dropped your head back on the couch behind you and groaned, looking up at her stuccoed ceiling. Dan jumped up from her position and propped up over you. “Please! I know you’ve got some weird vengeance against the band he used to be in but can you give him a chance to redeem just himself?” You blew a raspberry as she looked down from over you with sad puppy eyes.

“Fine!” You whine, admitting defeat where it was needed. She squealed and dropped down to straddle you for a hug, knocking the air out of your lungs at the same time she squeezed the life out of you while shouting, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”

Danica popped off you and raced to her room, you stood up and followed the ecstatic girl to her sleeping quarters. A shirt flew out of the doorway that you managed to snatch from the air as you entered the doorway. “What on earth are you doing Dan?” You questioned with a smirk, leaning up against the wooden frame.

She threw a dazzling smile at you, “WE need to look our best for this concert and that means dressing up! Our soulmate could be there for all we know and this is the defining moment to show off if we’ll be just platonic soulmates or romantic soulmates.”

The two of you ended up going through her whole closet but eventually came down to the perfect outfits. Danica decided to go for a set of black skinny jeans, blue blowy tank top and some wedges that she swore were “the most comfortable heel in all creation”.

After a bit of debate, you decided to go for a pink skater dress, with black velvet strap ankle heels that you most definitely put gel pads into (lmao they are literally life savors). You couldn’t see the pink but you both always loved the specific shade of grey pink usually was so you went with it.

You both did your favorite makeup and took a bunch of photos in the wall mirror Danica had out in the living room before eating and grabbing a Lyft to the Moody Theater. On the ride there Dan talked about how she had won the tickets in a raffle that she had called drunk a few months ago and forgot about till she received the tickets in the mail a few days ago. You both walked arm in arm into the theatre, showing your tickets to the scanner.

“Excuse me! ‘scuse me, sorry about that!” Danica chirped as she practically dragged you to the front of the standing crowd, you couldn’t believe how close the stage was, and surprising how low it was too. Usually, when you would go to a concert with her, the stage was almost five feet high, but the ACL Live one was only about three, making it seem cozier or more connected with the audience and performer.

When the lights went down in the audience and the stage lights shined back up at you, it was amazing.

The overhead lights cast down on the first few rows of people crammed around the stage and it was so surreal. Save for those few dozen people, you couldn’t really see anything behind them except for a couple of phone lights and the silhouettes of bodies anxiously awaiting the arrival of Mr. Harry Styles.

“I love his new album, Fine Line, it makes me cry every time I get to the end of the track!” Dan said to you while bouncing up and down ready to jam.

You smiled and gave her a big hug, “Well here you are up and in person with the man that sings to you every night.” She sighed, “I wish he could just be my soulmate, I mean we’re practically made for each other!”

You both laughed but were overtaken by screams as a man walked out wearing a different shade of grey, white pants, and black boots. On his hands were the signature rings of his initials as well as blue and yellow-painted nails.

He struck a pose that slightly confused you but when Dan lost her mind with the rest of the crowd, you went along with it and clapped too.

What do you mean?

I’m sorry by the way

Never coming back down

Your eyes widened a bit as you actually knew the song, “I’ve heard this on the radio countless times!” you shout to Dan who gives you a thumbs up.

Can’t you see?

I could, but wouldn’t stay

Wouldn’t put it like that

What do you mean?

I’m sorry by the way

Never coming around

Be so sweet if things just stayed the same

(La-da-da-da-da)

It was strange really, it seemed like the blue you once knew as a lightly mellow pastel turned very bright and sharp, the backset lights flickering between shades of blue you’d never noticed before.

Huh? You scanned the crowd that was lit in front a bit, seeing if there could be a slim chance that the missing piece of your life puzzle could be here.

All the lights couldn’t put out the dark

Runnin’ through my heart

Lights up and they know who you are

Know who you are

Do you know who you are?

Shine, step into the light

Shine, so bright sometimes

Shine, I’m not ever going back

You closed your eyes and shook your head, looking back up at the man with suspenders before you. The song comes to a close and the audience erupts in applause and cheers.

“Hello Austin! ’s wonderful to meet ‘ye here, ‘m Harry.”

Purple lights flood the crowd and you cheer with the crowd, throwing a ‘hello!’ into your welcome cry.

Strangely, the musician seems to catch something in the crowd as his eyes get big and glance over the whole auditorium. Harry seems to snap out of it and you think nothing of it as he finishes the introduction and goes through a couple more songs.

He sings Watermelon Sugar, (which gets a few moans out of Danica) Canyon Moon, and then Adore You. After the final verses from the song, he takes a swig of water and a moment to chat with the crowd.

“Texas is somthin’ id’n’t ?” Well, that got the crowd going. Telling a bunch of Texans that their state is pretty cool? That will get them riled up. He continues, “It’s such a big state! My whole birth country could fit in ‘ere with room to spare!”

He grabs his guitar and starts to strum a bit on it. He looks down and says into the mic, almost like he was bashful to tell a certain secret.

“This next song I’m gonna play for you I wrote… about a certain someone.”

Shouts were thrown at the stage faster than bras during Kiwi, most of them consisting of ‘Soulmate!’ The British man definitely heard them as a small smile graced his face.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before throwing his arms out and stating, “I’ve never told the story behind this song so why don’t I do it deep in the heart of Texas?”

Crowds. Loud. (You get the point.) Dan basically was squeezing the life out of your arm she was so excited him he said that.

“This song is about, a person that is constantly on my mind, for those of you that don’t know through the deep dark web—” a couple chuckles fill the air “— I am one of the lucky people that can dream sort of ‘bout their soulmate.” This got some gasps in the audience, but surprisingly stayed quiet, hanging off his every word. “I see them, in flashes, and there’s such a strong connection it’s sometimes hard to get out of bed in the morning.” He cleared his throat as though taking a moment before stepping off a cliff.

“I wrote this song, so hopefully I find her. Here’s She.”

The audience ate it up as the intro started, all excited to hear his song now with the new knowledge.

Nine in the morning

The man drops his kids off at school

And he’s thinking of you

Like all of us do

Sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon

Around 1:32

Like he knows what to do

The crowd is enraptured with the performance, swaying and singing along. But you just stand there as you try and decipher the emotions running through you. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. Maybe the gravity of his song weighs on you more than you realize.

She (she)

She lives in daydreams with me (she)

She’s the first one that I see

And I don’t know why

I don’t know who she is (she, she)

He scans the crowd, just the tops of heads. It’s hard to make eye-contact when singing the song cause it evokes so much emotion. But as he turns around to glance at his bandmates during a small pause between verses, he’s blown away at the sight of blue lighting the wall behind him.

You watch as he turns back around frantically scanning on the opposite side of the crowd you’re on before closing his eyes and singing a few more verses of the song.

Lives for the memory

A woman who’s just in his head (just in his head)

And she sleeps in his bed (his bed)

While he plays pretend (pretend)

So pretend (pretend)

You decide to copy him and just move your body to the rhythm of the song, letting it flow through you like you’ve never let a melody do before.

She (she)

She lives in daydreams with me (she)

She’s the first one that I see

And I don’t know why

I don’t know who she is (she, she)

She (she)

She’s the first one that I see (she)

She lives in daydreams with me

And I don’t know why

I don’t know where she is (she, she)

As he finishes the last verse, he walks while playing around the stage and dances with the other guitar solo that plays on. He dancewalks the edge of the stage looking at all the people in the audience, some reach out to him, others have cell phones pointed up, and some just smile.

Then he starts coming closer to where you and Danica are standing. You look over to see her buzzing like a hummingbird and laugh. The lights in the crowd flood yellow as a strong chord is hit on the guitar and Harry is immediately looking over to your area. His behavior piques your interest but nevertheless you focus back on Dan who looks like he’s made eye-contact with.

Harry knees down to her as she almost faints from the closeness in proximity to her.

“Wha’s your name love?” She squeaks and says, “Danica!” You chuckle at her response and turn to look at the man who’s still crouched down by you.

That’s when you make eye-contact.

You’d been told stories and secondhand experiences about the moment you finally see your soulmate fully and your wonders never amounted to this moment. It was as though everyone else had disappeared and the only people that existed were you two. You felt like a bolt of lightning had struck you in your spot. Your lungs were heavy to breathe with and only when you both snapped out of your small trance did you take a deep breath.

You faintly smile and let out a sigh. Finally. You glanced down to his shirt when your peripheral vision caught sight of something new.

“Nice shirt ya got there. I love the suspenders too.” His eyes crinkled from his smile at your comment.

“Quiet a lov’ly dress I see you wearing.” You look down to see that ironically, you both are matching in fuchsia attire.

You look back up at the man who has now stood and is realizing the song has ended but really REALLY doesn’t want to leave the spot he’s in.

You nod toward the microphone that was waiting for him in the mic stand. He smiles and with a bit of spring in his step, he walks back over and turns to his bandmates to chat for a second.

“What the fuck.”

Oh right, Dan is here. Along with lots of people around them. You look quickly to your left and right and breathe thankfully as it seemed the people around you were too drunk to care and luckily didn’t seem to be recording.

But Danica was there, and she was gobsmacked.

You grin at her and shrug your shoulders. It takes a moment of just staring at you dumbfoundedly before she socks you on the arm and shouts, “I can’t believe you had a vendetta against your soulmate’s band!”

orange - the first time you touch time

The concert ends, very well and happily. His encore was fantastic and you definitely noticed as few hip moves thrown your way when he sang Kiwi at the end. You honestly don’t know what to do when a bright white light washes over the room to let people trickle out and go home.

You walk with Dan to the side of the stage where a security guard was stationed by a small door that most likely led to the stage. You turned to Dan right before you went up to the beefy guy with a taser, “What in the world am I supposed to say?! I can’t outright say, ‘hey I’m Harry’s soulmate, he just met at the concert and I wanted to get backstage’ now can I?!”

The security guard seems to have noticed both of you now since you’re dressed in a bright pink dress you now realize and are kinda failing around. Basically a giant pink target. You know you’re done for when he opens the gate and is walking to the crowd arena you’re in but then, a flash was pink and white flies through the stage door and past the guard. You hear several people shouting from whatever corridor the door is connected to as you’re picked up and swung around.

You cling to the person holding you as you take a deep breath of their cologne, it’s warm vanilla. You open your eyes and gasp as you see the Longhorn’s banner standing out in bright burnt orange block letters. You’re finally set down and you’re able to see him clearly for the first time without stage lights and 3 feet of space between you.

“My name is Y/N.”

Harry smiles and laughs, “ello’ soulmate, I’m so happy to find you.”

You tuck your face into his chest, not caring that he was pretty sweaty after a full concert, hell you probably are too. “Thank you for the song,” you say when you look back up at him, “it’s wonderful.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty more for you love.”

<3

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[krush-official]

MEMBER IV — MOONSUN

💔 birth name — park moon sun (박문선)

💔 nicknames — moonie, sunny, yin-yang, maknae moon, sunshine

💔 birthday — november 6th, 2001 (16 @ debut, 18 now)

💔 birthplace — incheon, south korea

💔 position — lead rapper, lead dancer, center, maknae

💔 nationality — korean

💔 languages — korean, japanese (fluent), english (close to average)

💔 trainee years — 6 years

💔 voice — hyuna (rap | singing)

— MOONSUN: TRIVIA

moonsun’s parents always wanted her to get into music

her family would cheesily rap to american songs @ noraebangs 99.9% of the time

& her mom would teach her piano & how to strengthen her vocals every day after school

(yes, this badass rapper maknae can play the piano. be surprised)

moonsun finally realized that the kpop industry was her style after going to a 2PM concert

& get this, JYP deadass SCOUTED her, but she TURNED IT DOWN-

needless to say, her parents were so fucking mad

(but like why would she turn an offer like THAT down if she wanted to ACTUALLY be an idol ??? moonsun what ????)

but she later revealed that she turned JYP’s offer down because their standards scared her as a young child

(,,,understandable)

but then bam !! girlie auditioned for bighit, parents signed the contract, & oh lookie a 10-year-old’s a damn trainee

she was so so tinie !!!

she trained alongside the only girls in the company (you know em, you love em,,,) & they watched her grow into the bad bitch she is today :((

but she was the most talented 10-year-old tho. girlie could play the piano, sing, rap,,,

she learned how to dance in the middle of her training, went to an academy, & is now DAMN GOOD

like ooooo !! moonsun can pop it & lock it like nobody’s BUSINESS !!

there isn’t one time where the rest of KRUSH wouldn’t be sh00k @ her dropping the fastest verse in the history of everything

because moonsun has a tendency to do that, y’know

(she’s been around yoongi too much ABORT-)

she sometimes does it in “KRUSHIN’ IT... AGAIN!” episodes & aeri in the back tho

she just goes 👁👄👁

really wanted to be on Unpretty Rapstar but BigHit couldn’t reveal their female trainees yet :((

poor baby :(((

everyone’s favorite babie (especially L.I.’s) but just drops a sass bomb here & there

it’s usually funny but DAMN this maknae is a wholeass SAVAGE !

sh00k x2

has jungkook wrapped around her liddol, 18-year-old finger & she’s fully fucking aware

lit rally LAUGHS @ how jungkook melts when she calls him oppa & will continue to do that forever. the power she holds 💅🏽

qUEEN OF DUALITY & THAT’S ON FUCKING PERIODT

one second she’ll be cute liddol maknae everyone’s doting on, & the next second she’ll be SHE DEVIL FROM THE FIERY PITS OF HELL-

like damn sis, you can feel her bad bitch energy through the screen-

jungkook, yoongi, jimin, & L.I. taught her well :))

but do you KNOW how much moonsun loves L.I. ??? if not, prepare your eyeballs bitches bout to CRY

she said that during trainee days, as practice, L.I. would sing moonsun to sleep :((

she STILL has a few songs stuck in her head & she STILL replays them in her head in order to go to sleep the day before a performance :(((

L.I. would ALWAYS make the others write notes to moonsun before she has to take exams, & hers would ALWAYS be the longest & most heartfelt :(((

she would cry in the middle of class whenever she read them,,, baby girl material :((((

L.I. & moonsun still cheer for each other to this day :(((((

chansun reigns mf superior. periodt.

moonsun is close with PRISTIN’s xiyeon (every day she thinks about calling the CEO up & sassing him to his grave but her unnies have to hold her back-), LOONA’s hyunjin, Stray Kids’ felix, & Got7’s yugyeom

yugyeom also dies when moonsun calls him oppa but instead dotes tf out of her instead of being a flustered bitch

she’s also close with jimin, yoongi (i guess he likes kids now-), jungkook, & seokjin (also loves it when moonsun calls him oppa. he just smiles all wide & shit & gives her anything)

is called yin-yang because her name is moon & sun aka “dark & light”,,, you get it ???

sometimes kaleina or aeri add “lil” in front of it then it’s peak devastation from then onwards

moonsun is also a highkey crackhead ?????

seems like she’s been hanging around L.I., jungkook, & seokjin a lil bit TOO much now-

n e ways, stan sweet liddol maknae/satan’s literal offspring park moonsun 🤩

#THE BAD BITCH/CUTIE/ACTUAL MF CRACKHEAD IS HERE !! #JESUS CHRIST I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M FINALLY DONE #i love moonsun so much tho ??? like ???? #KRUSH is gon be my best group 🤩 #i’m so proud of myself 💅🏽 #idol oc #idol oc group #kpop #kpop oc #kpop oc group #idol girl group #kpop girl group #idol oc girl group #kpop oc girl group

[quagmireisadora]

A/N: part 4 of Patron of the (Lonely) Last instalment in my “JongKey through the ages” series, set in the 80′s. To whoever’s still reading, enjoy~

Read all four parts here.

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희망이 있는 곳엔 반드시 시련이 있네

They were not close, but they were friends.

“Every drop counts,” Jonghyun spoke at the front of the class. “When you take each one, bring it together, you make an ocean. Alone, it is small, insignificant. It means nothing by itself. But without these... little insignificant drops, even an ocean is not an ocean.” A smile shone on his face--he was very close to leaving a mark where he stood, singeing it with his words. And when that happened, people would remember those words for days. They would stand in the same spot and feel a little chill of wonder pass through them.

Kibum leaned forward on his desk, like a lot of others around him. 

“Think of us all as drops. One drop by itself, it can disappear in the blink of an eye. It’ll leave no more than a tiny wet spot that will be forgotten with time,” Jonghyun gestured, clicking his fingers and gesturing to their faces. “But together, my drop with all the others--we belong to the same ocean… together we can swallow whole coastlines! We can be an army of our own. A force to be reckoned with!”

Kibum knew this as he knew everything else about the man--they were not close, but they were friends. This is what he said when someone asked. But the truth was that if anyone knew Jonghyun better than himself, it was Kibum. The lie was only what his mother had instructed him to produce, in case his father were to ask him one day. “Do you know that troublemaker? He attends your college, doesn’t he? Like all the bloody rioters... Do you know him?” Kibum anticipated the interrogation. But lying to his father was difficult, lying to his father’s leather belt even harder. He had received his share of hiding as a young boy, and he wanted no more of it.

“We have the power--to flow like a river,” Jonghyun continued. “Straight through their barricades, through their lies, through their false promises. If only we all become one.”

When the teachers approached, everyone shuffled to their seats. But Kibum could tell. Those words. They still hung in the air, resounded in every heart. He would always do this, always make little advances into their minds, their idologies. The way he spoke his words was an insipration: not a call to war but an invitation to it. And people answered: when the fliers were handed out, when a protest march was planned, when things needed to be yelled and not just spoken. People would gather around Jonghyun and amplify him.

“There will be a change, soon,” Jonghyun said later that day, at lunch time. “If we work, if we keep working the way we are right now, then democracy will not be a dream anymore.” His eyes shone whenever he spoke of such things. Like yellow sapphires, they glimmered.

“What do you think, Bummie?”

“Me?” Kibum frowned. What did he think? What did he have to offer that would insight? He had nothing besides his father’s disappointment and his mother’s feeble attempts at support. He was not smart, he was not good with words and he was worse with numbers. He did not even have the drive everyone else showed with making posters and writing speeches, abstaining from participation in demonstrations. The fear of his father, chief inspector of police... he liked to think that was what deterred him from rebelling. But were he honest with himself, were he honest with Jonghyun, he did not care. Not for the cause, not for democracy, not for his own future or that of his country. Were he honest and brave, he would admit it to the other’s face. And yet, whenever they were alone like this, the subject was never breached by either pair of lips. So it remained, quiet and unspoken in his chest with a thousand other things.

“Don’t ask me. I’m not good at anything. I can’t do anything…” he shook his head, hanging it low as they walked along the paving stones of the university gardens. 

“Everyone can do something,” Jonghyun said as they approached the shade of a large tree. He slowed his steps and stood with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, the ones he wore too high on his waist. “Everyone has a role to play in this world. Everyone has a… a place,” he said, nodding.

Kibum looked at the other’s pleasant smile for a moment. “I…” he started, but did not know how to continue. I want to be happy, he wanted to say. I want to always be able to speak my mind. To you and to everyone else in the world, if Kibum hadn’t been a spineless man, he would’ve admitted it. But he was. So he let the word hang like an unfinished thought and averted his eyes from the other’s face.

Anything else left to be said between them was stolen by someone calling Jonghyun’s name from a distance. Kibum pursed his lips and slowly walked away. He checked the time on his wrist and sighed. Days like this, when he was silenced by his timidness, days like this were always long and arduous.  

As he went home that day--as he strolled with his headphones in, listening to his walkman, he passed by several pairs of plainclothes officers who simply nodded and let him go. Other young boys and girls were subjected to much more scrutiny. Their bags were checked, their books were flipped through, their motives questioned. But not Kibum. Not the son of the inspector. Nobody lay a finger on him. That was the divide between him and others. Between him and Jonghyun, specifically. That was the insurmountable difference, something he could never hope to close unless he chose to put himself in danger. Unless he gave himself over to a cause he knew nothing of.

Tonight they would riot again. Tonight they would spill out of the campus and into the streets. They would travel up the length of Daehak-ro, yelling and chanting and walking towards city hall with their banners waving. They would scream at the top of their lungs, they would demand answers and justification. They would demand things that could never be obtained without someone spilling blood.

And in that, Kibum’s deepest fears lay.

It went on for hours. When they took out the streetlamps to discourage the gathered students and send them home, fires were lit along the police barricades. A bus was hijacked, sitting in the middle of the street and clambered upon by several young students, each shaking their fists in the air.

Kibum could hear them, despite living two stations away from the place. His mother tried to play trot to cover the sounds but he simply opened the window in his bedroom and stuck his head out to hear the music outside--the students had given up their chants for minjung-gayo now, forbidden songs. Forbidden words. But just because they were forbidden didn’t mean they would never cross over any lips. He’d heard Jonghyun humming them softly to himself on a cowded bus, or when he was flipping through a foreign book--forbidden texts. In fact, when Kibum thought about it that night, everything about Jonghyun was forbidden. Taboo. He was a free bird, no cages could trap him and no borders could limit him. He was free, he could soar, he could travel the world from his chair alone--a world that had no boundaries, no confines. Jonghyun was free, and Kibum had to watch this freedom from the distance. He had to contend with experiencing it from his own captivity.

Except, he didn’t.

“Eomma,” he yelled, halfway out the door. “I’ll be back in a while!” She called out to him in a panicked voice, trying to stop him from going, trying to warn him of the dangers outside the safety of their home. But Kibum wouldn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop until he had what he wanted.

To love a man, or to be loved by one: was that truly what Kibum wanted? The thought, as taboo as Jonghyun, was not at the root of all this. This tiny binary thought, stained with the implication of punishment on discovery, did not sit in the core of Kibum’s chest. No… what one would discover in such a place was the need to love oneself. Kibum wanted to love, he wanted the freedom to feel that thick and heavy endearment spin around his every rib and cushion him from every bullet, ever police baton. He wanted to love like there was no other feeling to feel in this world, like there was no other emotion he was capable of. In this place full of hate, in this crowd of angry and wild and crazy; in this country of desperation, in this world of fury, all he wanted was love. And that made him a victim of the system, too. He had cause for mutiny. He had a reason to rally with his colleagues. He had a reason to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Jonghyun and echo his forbidden words.

To love a man, or to be loved by one: that was secondary. What came first was Kibum’s fight for self-love. He had to learn to be truthful to himself, learn to be kind to himself, learn that he mattered and that he had a place and that his life was worth something in this mess. And when he found Jonghyun despite the tear gas, when he reached out and pulled the man away before they could get hit by rubber bullets, he finally saw that. He finally accepted it.

A Kibum must love a Kibum before a Jonghyun can love a Kibum. A Kibum must love a Kibum before a Kibum can take a Jonghyun into his arms and make him his. As they hid in an alley while the rest of the rioters scurried towards safety, he held Jonghyun close and became his shield from the police--doing what he’d always wanted to do, being what he’d always wanted to be.

He wasn’t one to get into a frenzy. He wasn’t prone to catch himself on the spreading mayhem. But when he felt their hearts racing in unison, when he looked down at the other’s speeding breath, Jonghyun was beautiful.

They took the long route home, Kibum not leaving his side until they reached Jonghyun’s front gate. “You know you can’t always do that, right?” he was asked solemnly. “You know you can’t be there every time. This is going to put a target on your head. And… and I can’t have that--”

“I don’t care,” Kibum said with more bravery than he truly had. “I don’t care. I don’t want the things you want, I don’t want to be part of your… your struggle. I don’t want to have my voice heard or any of that, I just want you. To be safe.”

“Bummie…” Jonghyun murmured.

“I want you to be safe,” Kibum insisted. “And if I have a thousand targets on my head because of that, then so be it. I’ll live with it,” he reached out and gripped Jonghyun’s arm. “But I will not let you get hurt.”

Jonghyun tilted his head, his gaze softening to fondness.

In the skies, where there is no injustice and no oppression--where there are no people and no demands and no riots, where the only sound that rings through the clouds is the slipping of the moon into view, where the only ocean is made of stars twinkling in and out of existence, where the darkness is not hopeless but full of dreams and warmth--in such a sky, there is a house. At the end of his life, Kibum wished he could build a life in it with Jonghyun. Then they would truly be free. 

우린 절망해야해 그 모든 시련을 위해

#sept challenge #jongkey #drabble #shinee

[ikmr-aina]

Gandhi is lit

I’m taking a religions class this semester and it’s been a roller coaster but I’ve been learning so much! One theme I find consistent in each discussion is how many, if not all, faiths are interconnected, and I see this relationship between Hinduism and Buddhism a great deal with our movement.

I mention Gandhi because we’re watching a film based on the life of Mahatma Gandhi and, though we’ve only just begun, it’s so interesting to see how the things Gandhi preached and fought so hard for are some of our very core principles of this movement, especially his successful peaceful, non-violent campaign! The film even depicted rallies that are somewhat similar to ours, and I couldn’t stop nodding my head in agreement and responding to his statements with “aju!!” in my head hahaha

But what struck me more than these similarities of peace, unity, and resilience of his movement, rather Gandhi reminded me A LOT of TF. So patient, so understanding, charismatic, driven, so passionate, a man of intense fervor and desire/urgency to substantiate his dream for the greater benefit of God and man. 

I’ll end with a paraphrased quote from the movie of Gandhi at one of his first rallies:

“Let us not be the ones that provoke their anger, but react to it. We will fight back not with our fists, rather our attitude and character. We shall be hit, but we must take it. It will be painful, it will hurt, but we will show them that we will never retreat by showing our unshakable strength. They may tear my flesh and break my bones, but they will never take away what I believe to be God’s dream and my pursuit to achieve that.” can I get an AJU?!

[ethospathoslogan]

okay so this is definitely me self-projecting but i haven’t been able to stop thinking about roman and logan as “””competing””” english teachers. like, i know it’s common to have logan as a science teacher and roman as the drama/choir teacher!!! which i love!!! but i also think the two would make great english teachers

they both teach 9th grade english, roman also teaches 10th grade english, and logan teaches 12th grade ap english literature

logan’s favorite books in his curriculum are the great gatsby and the lord of the flies. honestly, though, he gets frustrated teaching them because the curriculum and ap test make him hammer out “the green light is symbolic for what” and “who does simon represent” so much that his students can’t have fun with the books. so, after the ap exam, he hosts a game of “survivor” amongst his 12th graders where they all compete in teams and take on various challenges (scavenger hunt/jeopardy/riddles/etc) and, as students are “eliminated,” the final surviving student wins five points to their overall average and also logan buys them a lunch of their choosing

(my old high school did that but we didn’t do it in ap lit and im still sad abt that)

roman’s favorite thing to teach is anything shakespeare. he’s a sucker for romeo & juliet but he also loves twelfth night to no end. he casts his students as the characters and does his best to get them involved and interested in what they’re reading. when students are nervous about being seen as weird or dumb for getting into the plays, he’s like, “so what! have fun! who cares what others think!” also, at the completion of the plays, he shows the ‘90s r&j (yeah the one with leo) and she’s the man (im reading twelfth night now for college and i was amazed to find out that she’s the man is deadass twelfth night)

their classrooms are next to each other and every student of theirs Knows that shit is gonna go down each class period

like when both of their freshman classes were doing romeo & juliet and roman’s mercutio was absent the day he was supposed to do the queen mab monologue??? roman took over and. oh boy. logan had to shut his door bc “dammit roman you’re being too loud and my students are only on scene two of act one, you’re spoiling everything”

when roman teaches catcher in the rye to his 10th graders, roman makes so many slights at logan. “oh yeah, mr. sanders, what a phony, amiright, kids? don’t worry, i won’t tell him you agreed”

this makes his students think that he hates logan. when a student finally steps up and asks roman, roman’s like, “wait what? mr. sanders is my best friend. my ride or die. he bought me coffee this morning.”

during his seniors’ free periods, they typically come to logan’s class to have him proofread their college essays and other papers. roman typically waltses in (because, i must repeat, their classes are next to each other) and gets all nostalgic because he had a lot of logan’s seniors as former students.

“oh, valerie, terrence, leo! i had all of you and it felt like so long ago and-” “mr. prince, please, i am trying to read their essays.”

everyone expects logan to be the hard-ass and roman to be the super easy going teacher. this results in a lot of students being, at first, terrified of logan and ready to take advantage of roman.

and then they learn that logan is the teacher most likely to throw random bagel/pizza parties (he believes that it’s positive reinforcement) and roman is notorious for pop quizzes when his students don’t read (most of them end up not being counted, he just needs to put his foot down occasionally)

both of them are well respected teachers and their students typically come to both of them to talk about things. students like logan’s honesty and how he tries to realisitically assist his students in things going on in their lives. with roman, they like his optimism and how he encourages all his students to pursue their dreams.

(true story based on something that happened to my old english teacher) bet you thought that, because roman is an english teacher, he has no connection to theater, right? well, you thought wrong!!! roman is also the director of the school’s plays and musicals. during musical season, roman rallies some of his leads and ensemble members and crashes logan’s freshmen class with a performance. logan is shooting daggers at roman from his desk. the freshmen are entertained and also slightly terrified. roman is having the time of his life. the musical opens the next night.

to get revenge, logan sticky-notes roman’s entire classroom. roman’s desk, students’ desks, the bookcases, even the walls. every single thing in and on roman’s desk has been sticky-noted. no one ever finds out how logan had the time to do it in one night, nor where he got all the sticky notes from.

when roman found his classroom, he actually dropped his coffee. he waited in line at starbucks for ten minutes. he is going to kill logan.

anyone who has logan as a teacher is told that they need to try to get roman, and vice versa. students of both teachers can never choose a favorite.

they both go to graduation, even though roman hasn’t had many of those students for years. they both are extremely emotional.

logan is definitely the type of teacher to be like “in this classroom, we’re professional. you cannot have my twitter or my instagram or anything because i am your teacher and you are my student. and- oh, wait, you’re graduating right? oh shit then here take my number, here’s my snapchat and my twitter handle, retweet my pinned tweet.”

it is through this that logan’s graduating seniors discover that roman and logan have been engaged for eight months.

(patton, the 12th grade ap calculus and 9th grade geometry teacher, is logan’s best man. virgil who is either the art teacher or a history teacher i haven’t decided yet is roman’s.)

#roman sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides #logince #headcanons #stuff i write