#trainer class: fisher

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#pokemon npcs #DPPt #sinnoh #trainer class: fisher #pokémon platinum #pkmn food places #...admit it #you just wish you had someone to double battle with don't you?

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Ghostly Love || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - Sal begins to fall for one of the ghosts at Addison Apartments. And that ghost is you.

Warnings - SFW. Swearing. Mentions Of Death. Mentions Of Suicide. Kissing.

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Sal sat up in bed, aimlessly reaching out to his bedside table for his prosthetic. After rubbing the sleep away from his eyes with his fists and yawning, Sal fumbled with the straps of his prosthetic, placing it comfortably on his face. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and planted his feet into his slippers, stumbling his way out of his bedroom and into the kitchen lazily.

Henry, Sal's father, had already left for work and, like usual, had left a note on the fridge reminding Sal to eat some breakfast before school. Sal, like usual, read the note and chuckled at the lame dad-joke Henry had signed off with before grabbing some cereal and making his way to the sofa. As he turned on the TV, Gizmo jumped up next to Sal, nuzzling his elbow before circling up into a ball and falling into a deep sleep. "I wish I could sleep all day like you can Giz," Sal mumbled as he took another spoonful of his cereal, taking in the morning news.

Once he had finished eating his breakfast, Sal placed his bowl in the sink to wash when he returned home from school and quickly dressed himself in his usual long black shirt, red skinny jeans and blue trainers. He eyed himself in his full-length mirror hanging on the back of his door as he messily threw his blue-hair up into his signature pigtails, sighing dramatically. He grabbed his Super Gear Boy and threw it into his school bag before flinging it over his shoulder, saying goodbye to Gizmo and heading off to Nockfell High School.

As he walked through the doors of the school, Sal's eyes immediately landed on his best friend Larry who was leaning against his locker. Sal smiled to himself and hurriedly made his way over to his friend, greeting him with a wave and a happy "Hey Larry."

"Sup dude," Larry said with a smirk. "You up for some ghost huntin' after school?"

"As always," Sal nodded. He opened his locker and placed his school books in.

"Have you heard anything since we last did a hunt?" Larry asked, watching as Sal placed his books in his locker.

With a shake of his head, Sal closed his locker and turned his attention to his brown-haired friend. "Nah. It's been pretty quiet lately. It's... kinda weird."

"But nice right?" Larry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Surely if you've not heard anything, then the ghosts have moved on, right?"

"I suppose," Sal huffed, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder once more. "Come on. We should head to class."

Sal and Larry made their way to their first lesson of the day: maths. Sal loved maths, but now he was too focused on the prospect of ghost hunting to pay attention. Truth be told, he was starting to worry about the lack of paranormal activity back at the apartments. Each class of the day passed by so slowly, it was almost hell. Sal would occasionally catch Larry's eye and would make a gesture of a gun to his head, letting the boy know exactly how he felt in class. Lunch went by uneventfully too. Ash and Todd were absent with a sickness bug, so it was just Sal and Larry. They spent their lunch time coming up with a rough ghost hunting plan for the evening: they were going to head back to the apartments, do some homework and only then were they going to hunt some ghosts.

As the school day came to a close, both Sal and Larry couldn't get out of the building fast enough. They practically sprinted back to Addison Apartments and to the basement where Larry lived with his mother, Lisa.

"Hey boys," Lisa smiled softly as the two boys walked into the apartment.

"Hi Lisa," Sal chimed as he waved.

"You boys hungry?" She asked, chopping up some lettuce.

"I'm okay thank you Lisa," Said replied.

"I'm good thanks mum," Larry smiled. He grabbed Sal's arm and pulled him into his bedroom before closing the door behind the two of them. Larry's eyes widened when he had realised he had left his music playing quietly all day. "Oh shit. My bad," he said, turning it off and sitting on his bed.

"So homework..." Sal muttered, placing his bag on the floor and pulling out some of his books.

"I changed my mind dude," Larry rolled his eyes. "I don't wanna do homework."

"But-"

"No but's dude," Larry said. "We should just get on with the ghost hunt. I'm eager to see what you've been hiding from me. Do you have the Super Gear Boy with you?"

Sal decided not to argue with Larry about the homework situation, swiftly placing his books back inside his backpack and pulling out the Super Gear Boy. "Of course. Never go anywhere without it."

"Great," Larry grinned. "Where should we start?"

Sal thought for a moment before responding. "Top floor."

"Top, top floor?" Larry asked, confirming he meant floor five. Sal nodded in response. "Fair enough. What room first?"

"504," Sal said quickly. "I haven't seen Megan in a while. Hopefully she'll show and can answer some questions I have."

"Sounds cool," Larry said, standing up from his bed. "Shall we go?"

Sal nodded and led the way to the elevator. Larry had to semi-jog to keep up with Sal's quick pace. Once the pair entered the elevator, Larry pressed the number five and within a few seconds the pair were exiting the elevator on the fifth floor. They swiftly entered room 504 and were immediately greeted with a cold breeze floating around the dark, empty room.

Larry shivered as he held himself, looking sheepishly around the room. Sal on the other hand had the Super Gear Boy pressed against his chest. "Dude it's so cold in here," Larry chattered.

"That's a good sign," Sal mused, more-so to himself than Larry. Sal took a few steps into the room before using the Super Gear Boy and all of a sudden a ghost he had never seen before appeared.

"Hello?" Your soft voice came, filling the cold, dark room.

"Hi!" Larry squeaked, nervousness entering his voice from the fact a ghost was standing right in front of him. He had finally saw a ghost.

"Who are you guys?" You asked, motioning between the two boys.

"I'm Sal and this is my friend Larry," Sal piped up. He found his eyes trailing over your ghostly form. He couldn't help but notice how attractive you were, even for a ghost, and he felt silly even thinking about that. A slight blush spread across his face. "Who are you? I've not seen you before."

"My name is Y/N," you said softly, a ghostly hand hovering over your chest. "Have you seen my sister, Megan? I haven't seen her in such a long time."

"Megan is your sister?" Sal asked, looking around the room hoping to see the little girl, but she didn't appear. "That's why we're here actually. It's been a while since I've seen her. I was hoping to see her myself."

"Oh," you replied looking around the room.

Sal found his face heating up even more the more he looked at you. Unlike the other ghosts in the apartments, yours showed no hint as to how exactly you had died. This had Sal curious, an eyebrow raising as he continued to gaze at your form. "How did you die? If you don't mind me asking," Sal asked, regretting the words as soon as they exited his mouth.

"Suicide," you said solemnly. "After the murder of my sister, I couldn't cope with the world. I'll spare you the details of my death, but it was slow and painful."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sal whispered, looking down at his feet.

"So your sister is Megan?" Larry asked. "I've yet to meet her, but Sal has seen her in here a few times."

"You have?" You asked, voice full of hope.

Sal nodded. "Yeah, in the bathroom. Can you follow us? I'm hoping she'll come out and maybe if you're here too she'll be less shy."

"Of course," you said, a smile across your lips. Your ghostly form floated into the bathroom and Sal and Larry looked to each other before following.

When the boys entered the bathroom, Sal immediately spoke up. "Megan? Are you here?"

Nothing.

"Megan?" Sal continued. "I'm here with my friend Larry and your sister Y/N. If you're here, please come forward."

"I don't think she's here," your voice came, shaky, after a few moments of silence.

Sal sighed. "Maybe not."

"What does this mean?" Larry asked. "Has she passed on? Have they all passed on?"

"They couldn't have because Y/N is still here," Sal said, pointing at your ghost. You nodded in response. "Maybe she just feels shy, after all she hasn't met you yet Larry."

"Maybe," you pondered. "Or maybe someone is stopping her from coming forward?"

"Like who?" The two boys asked simultaneously.

"I don't know," you whispered quietly. "I-I have to go."

"Why?" Larry asked, but before he or Sal could say anything else your ghost disappeared from in front of their eyes. "Well that was..."

"Strange?" Sal finished, raising an eyebrow, Super Gear Boy clenched tightly in his fists.

"Yeah," Larry agreed.

The rest of the night was uneventful as no other ghosts made themselves known, but Sal couldn’t help but think back to you. He lay on Larry’s bed as Larry strummed on his guitar. “Don’t you think Y/N’s death was tragic?” Sal mumbled, looking at the ceiling.

“Yeah, pretty tragic,” Larry replied as he continued strumming.

“Don’t you think she was pretty cute?” Sal asked quietly.

“Cute? Dude, she’s a ghost!” Larry couldn’t help the laugh that emitting from his throat.

“I know, I know,” Sal groaned rolling his eyes, he couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of how ridiculous he was being. Thinking a ghost was cute?

Larry continued to laugh at his blue-haired friend as he put his guitar down and walked over to him on the bed. “Remember dude, she’s dead. Don’t get attached.”

“I know,” Sal rolled his eyes again before sitting up. “I should probably get going home, my dad will be wondering where I am.”

“He’ll know you’re down here dude, but sure,” Larry responded, watching as Sal put his shoes on and grabbed his backpack.

“See you tomorrow man,” Sal said, waving goodbye to Larry and leaving the basement, heading back to his apartment.

That night Sal slept dreadfully as usual. His nightmares were getting worse. It was roughly half three in the morning and he found himself sneaking out of his apartment and to the elevator. The Super Gear Boy clenched tightly in his hands as he walked out of the elevator and to room 504. As he walked in, the same cold gust of air hit his face and he knew that you were around. He used the Super Gear Boy and immediately you appeared. “Hi Sal,” your voice came before you did.

“Hi Y/N,” Sal said in a hushed voice. He was somewhat ashamed to be there, even though he couldn’t be sure why. “How are you?”

“Dead,” you replied, a slight laugh leaving your lips. “How are you Sal? Can you not sleep?”

Sal shook his head, sitting down cross legged on the floor. “No, bad dreams.”

“Do you want to talk about them?” You asked, your ghostly form sitting down opposite him.

Sal shook his head again. “No thank you. I want to forget about them,” he said. “I guess that’s why I’m here.”

“To forget your bad dreams?” You asked again, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess…” Sal said, uncertain. He wasn’t sure why he was there, he just really wanted to see you again.

“How can I help?” You asked. Your hand rested, and fell through, Sal’s shoulder. You chuckled and pulled your hand away, resting it on your lap. “Sorry, I forget I’m dead sometimes, and I never have visitors.”

“It’s okay,” Sal smiled softly at you. He wished you could touch him. He gazed into your eyes and found himself getting lost in their colour. Although you were dead they still seemed to sparkle but, it might have been a trick of his mind in the dark room. “How old were you when you died?” Sal asked.

“Nineteen,” you replied. “I had my whole life ahead of me but I just couldn’t see it.”

“I’m sorry,” Sal whispered, getting himself comfortable on the hard floor. He saw tears form in your lower lash line and attempted to change the subject. “Do you ever have visitors?”

You shook your head. “Not in a long time.”

“How come I’ve never seen you before?” Sal asked. “I’ve been seeing ghosts around the apartment for a few months now but, never you.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know why, I’ve always been here.”

“Maybe we just missed each other,” Sal mused.

“Maybe,” you replied with a smile.

You and Sal sat and talked for hours, until the sun began to rise. You spoke about your life when you were alive, about your family and friends. You learned about Sal, about his life and his family and friends. You both really got to know each other within the space of a few hours. Sal yawned and rubbed his eyes as he checked his phone for the time. “Shit,” he said, eyes widening. It was almost seven in the morning. He could hear the birds chirping and see the light coming through the boarded up windows of the apartment.

You looked towards Sal’s phone and back at him. “You have to go?” You asked.

“I do,” Sal sighed, tucking his phone back into his pockets. “I have to go to school soon.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologised. “I shouldn’t have kept you up here. You should have been asleep.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Sal replied, a smile gracing his lips. “I’d much rather be up here talking to you than in my bed asleep.”

“That’s sweet Sally,” you replied as he stood up, dusting himself off.

“Will I see you again?” He asked hopefully, picking up the Super Gear Boy.

“I’m always here,” you responded.

“I’ll be back,” he said, a silent promise between the two of you. You nodded in responde and watched as Sal left the room before disappearing again.

That day in school was a disaster. Sal fell asleep in every lesson. “Sally Face what’s wrong? Still can’t sleep?” Ash asked as she sat next to Todd at the lunch table.

Sal picked at his food, eyes closing as he ignored her. “Bad dreams again?” Larry asked, nudging Sal’s side.

Sal jumped and nodded. “Yeah, but, I went to speak to Y/N last night after my nightmare.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Todd asked, taking a bite of his food.

“Sally Face’s new girlfriend,” Larry teased.

“Larry!” Sal chastised. He was glad none of his friends could see his face because he was currently redder than a tomato. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Who is she then?” Ash smirked, playing with her food.

“She’s a ghost at the apartments,” Sal explained. His heart began to race at the thought of you.

“A ghost?” Ash asked, eyes widening.

Sal just nodded, already knowing the speech she was about to give him. “Sal has a crush on a ghost,” Larry teased again.

“Larry,” Sal chastised in a more serious tone this time.

“What? It’s true!” Larry said, holding his hands up defensively.

“No it’s not,” Sal rolled his eyes and pushed his plate to the side.

“So you’re not thinking about her right now?” Larry asked raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I am, but that’s only because we’re talking about her,” Sal replied.

“Sure,” Larry smirked. “But you brought her up. Are you going to see her again?”

“I was going to head up there later this evening yeah,” Sal said, not bothering to look at Larry. He could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smirking and Sal did not want to see that annoying smirk right now.

“Sally…” Ash whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. Sal looked at her hand before moving his shoulder away, letting Ash’s hand fall to her side. He knew the speech was coming. “She’s a ghost…”

“I’m aware,” Sal responded as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Just… Be careful, okay?” Ash said, her eyes showed concern for her friend. All’s Sal did was just nod in response, not bothering to reply with words. Without another word, Sal stood up and left his friends heading to his next class. They just didn’t understand…

That evening after dinner, Sal got his backpack full of his school books and the Super Gear Boy before putting his shoes on. “Heading to Larry’s?” Henry asked as he washed the dinner plates.

“Uh… Yeah,” Sal lied, avoiding eye contact with his father. “I’ll be back quite late, have a lot of homework to catch up on so don’t wait up for me.”

“Alright bud, why don’t you stay over? If that’s okay with Larry.”

“Are you cool with that?” Sal asked, his eyes filling up with excitement. Henry nodded in response and Sal smiled. “Cool! I’ll be back in the morning then.”

“Have fun bud, make sure you do your homework though!” Henry called as Sal sped out of the apartment and to the elevator.

Sal hated lying to his father, he never did it, but he couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. What would he say? That he was going to the top floor to spend some time with a ghost? That would sound… Crazy. Sal made his way to room 504 and walked in, settling himself down on the floor and surrounding himself with his school books. He grabbed his Super Gear Boy and started talking into the darkness. “Y/N? Are you here?” He asked nervously.

“Back so soon Sally?” You asked with a laugh. “Oh and you brought me homework! How lovely.”

“Yeah,” he itched the back of his neck as you sat down opposite him. “How’s your day been?” Sal asked as he picked up a pencil and began scribbling down the answers to his maths homework.

“Boring,” you replied, peering over at his answers. “How about you?”

“Fine,” he grumbled.

“It doesn’t sound like it was fine,” you said, a frown gracing your lips.

“Just had a bit of a disagreement with my friends,” Sal groaned thinking back to lunch.

“Oh no!” You exclaimed. “What happened?”

“Nothing really,” Sal said quickly. He wouldn’t know how to exactly describe the disagreement. What would he say? That his friends thought that he had a crush on you?

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine,” you smiled softly.

“It’s just,” Sal sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I met this girl the other day and they think I’ve developed feelings for her.”

“Have you?” You asked.

“Well, yeah, but that’s not the point,” Sal replied, not looking up from his homework. “The problem is they don’t think I can look after myself.”

“They’re just worried about you Sal,” you cooed, watching as Sal’s face contorted into one of annoyance.

“I don’t need them to worry about me,” Sal sighed. “I got this under control.”

“Then show them that you have it under control,” you whispered softly. Sal just nodded at your words, looking up at you from his homework. You really were so beautiful. He felt his heart race pick up as you stared, your eyes were soft as you smiled towards him. “We can change the subject if you’d like.”

Sal nodded, “yes please.” He thanked whatever God’s were there that you couldn’t see his face as he was blushing drastically.

“What homework are you doing?” You asked, peering over.

“Maths,” Sall replied. “Wanna help?”

You laughed. “No thank you, I had my fair share of maths when I was alive.”

“That’s fair,” Sal chuckled.

“So how long are you here for?” You asked.

“All night!” Sal said, seemingly excited. “My father thinks I’m staying at Larry’s.”

“Why aren’t you?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“I uh,” Sal rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

“With little old me?” You asked, feigning excitement.

Sal blushed again and nodded, scribbling his final answers on his maths homework. “You’re really fun to be around,” Sal mumbled as he put his maths homework in his bag, pulling out his English.

“You think I’m fun to be around?” You asked, chuckling lightly. “Sally Face, living people are much more fun to be around.”

“I would have to disagree with you there,” Sal replied, biting his bottom lip as he looked into your eyes. He could hear his heart beating in his ears and he suddenly felt very self conscious. What on earth was he doing?

“Well,” you mumbled looking down at your feet before looking back up at Sal. “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I had any visitors, and you’re really good company Sal.”

Sal blushed again, hardly able to contain his excitement. “Really?” He asked, hope evident in his voice. Your ghost nodded.

Much like the previous night. You and Sal spent the entire night talking and laughing while occasionally helping him with his English essay. Before you even knew it, the sun was rising. You looked into Sal’s prosthetic and smiled. “I have to go now,” you whispered.

“Really?” He asked, frowning.

“I’m afraid so,” you said. “But I’m always here, even if you can’t see me.”

Sal thought for a moment. “Could you, maybe, come to my apartment?”

You shook your head. “I’m afraid I can’t Sally. Us ghosts are stuck in the place we died, otherwise I would have left this room a long time ago.”

Sal sighed. He knew it was a long shot, asking you to leave your place of death, but he had to. “I’m sorry that you have to stay here,” Sal whispered, placing his books in his bag. He yawned and groaned, the lack of sleep from the last two days catching up with him.

“Make sure you get some sleep Sally,” you smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

And with that, you were gone. Sal felt his stomach clench at your abscence, a frown fixing permanently on his face. “I miss you already Y/N,” Sal said into the empty air before turning to leave, heading back to his own apartment.

Thankfully it was a weekend, and all his homework was done, meaning asap could chill for two days before heading back into the metaphorical hell that is Nockfell High School. “Hey bud,” Henry greeted as Sal slumped into the apartment.

“Hey dad,” Sal mumbled.

“How was the sleepover?”

“Really good,” a smile spreading over his face quickly before replacing with a frown. He missed Y/N already - maybe the others were right; maybe he did have a crush on a ghost.

“Did you finish your homework?” Henry asked, taking a sip of his coffee and watching as Sal threw his bag down on the floor and remove his shoes.

“All of it,” Sal nodded. “I’m gonna head for a little nap dad, hope that’s okay?”

“Of course it is bud. Want me to wake you up?”

Sal shook his head. “No thank you, I’ll just wake up when I’m ready.” Truth be told, Sal wanted it to be nighttime already so he could head back to room 504. Maybe he would head back in the late afternoon to see if you were around. Whatever he would do, he would do after he slept. Sal walked into his bedroom after bidding a quick goodnight to his father and changed into his pyjamas. His bed was welcoming as he slumped down into it, quickly removing his prosthetic and placing it on its usual spot on the night stand. Within moments he let sleep consume him.

Sal was stood outside in a field of flowers. The sun was beating down and as he wiped some sweat from his forehead, he realised he wasn't wearing his prosthetic. Immediately, as he began to panic two arms rested on his shoulders massaging them softly. "Hi sweetheart," a voice came softly behind him.

Sal whipped his head around to see you stood there. You were wearing a beautiful yellow sun dress and holding a picnic basket, a smile on your face. You were... alive. "Y/N?" Sal asked, blinking quickly.

"Who else would it be?" You giggled, grabbing a picnic blanket out of the basket and placing it on the floor. "Sit down Sally."

"What's going on?" Sal asked to himself, mumbling as he sat down.

"I thought we could have a birthday picnic," you said, sitting down next to him. "It's not every day you turn eighteen."

"Eighteen?" Sal asked. Now he was really confused. He looked down at his body and only then did he realise he was taller. He was eighteen?

"Of course silly," you smiled, pressing your soft lips to his scarred cheeks. Sal felt his face heat up as your lips came into contact with his skin and quickly looked at you. "You're dreaming Sally," you explained suddenly. That's when it all made sense: why you were alive, how he had turned eighteen, and why he had his prosthetic off in public.

"I'm dreaming?" Sal asked. You nodded in response.

"Now, I made some cake, would you like some?" You asked, digging around inside the picnic basket before pulling out some cake. Sal stayed silent as you passed him a plate with a slice of chocolate cake. He took it from you, his hands brushing against yours as he did. Blushing, he looked up at you and into your eyes, it was only then did he notice their vibrant colour. His heart skipping a beat as you fed him his first slice of cake. You giggled and put the fork down on the plate, taking it from him and putting it to the side. "You have cake on your..." you trailed off, leaning in closer to his face. Sal was as still as a rock as you pressed your lips to his slowly, licking the chocolate sauce off of his lips. When you pulled away, you grinned at Sal. "There."

"A-All gone?" Sal stuttered. He was beyond embarrassed. Not only were you seeing his face but you had also been his first kiss.

"Maybe just one more," you whispered looking into his eyes and down at his lips before closing the gap between you once more. This time, the kiss was more passionate and Sal immediately wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. His heart was beating so rapidly in his chest he swore you could feel it as your own chest pressed against his. Your hands wrapped around his neck, finding their way into his hair tugging slightly causing Sal to let out a soft moan into your lips. "Sally," you whispered pulling away.

"Yes Y/N?" He asked breathlessly.

"I love you," you grinned.

"I love you too," Sal said quickly, chasing your lips with his own once more.

"You need to wake up Sally."

"I don't-" Sal started, but you cut him off again.

"You need to wake up," you repeated.

Sal shot up in bed, his breathing rapid as he thought back to the dream. He wiped the small beads of sweat running down his temples and looked down at his lap. "Man," Sal sighed, attempting to catch his breath. "Maybe they were right," he trailed off, reaching for his prosthetic before putting it on loosely around his face.

It was two in the afternoon and Sal found his way to Larry's basement apartment, knocking on the door. Lisa opened it, a smile on her face. "Sal!" She greeted, pulling him in for a hug. "How are you? How's your father?"

"All good Lisa," Sal replied, pulling away awkwardly from the hug. "Is Larry here?"

"Of course," she replied nodding towards her sons bedroom.

"Thanks Lisa," Sal replied, making his way to Larry's bedroom and walking in without knocking.

"Hey dude," Larry said, not looking up from the door as he continued playing his video game. "You okay?"

"You were right," Sal breathed as he shut the door behind him.

"I mean yeah. I always am. But about what?" Larry joked, pausing his game to look at his blue-haired friend.

"I had a dream about Y/N," Sal admitted, looking down at his feet.

"Oh?" Larry asked, placing his controller off to the side. "And what happened?"

"We were having a picnic for my eighteenth birthday," Sal described the dream. "And she-"

"She what?" Larry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She kissed me," Sal sighed. "I have it bad for her man."

Sal found himself tearing up slightly as Larry stood up. "So you do like her?"

"Yes!" Sal exclaimed.

Larry chuckled lightly and walked up to his friend, placing his hands on his shoulder. "This is a conundrum."

Sal paused momentarily, blinking at Larry. "How do you even know that word?" Sal joked.

"Heard it on the TV," Larry shrugged. "Don't know if I used it in the right context though."

"Hmm," Sal hummed nodding.

"So about your problem," Larry said, changing the subject. "What are you gonna do?"

Shall shrugged and shook his head, "I don't know. What can I do?"

"You could not see her," Larry suggested, but a scoff from Sal told Larry that that was never going to happen. "Okay..."

"I'll have a think on it I suppose," Sal said, sitting down on Larry's bed.

"Maybe you could just tell her, see what she says?" Larry asked.

Sal shook his head again. "Not a chance, she's nineteen remember."

"Not to mention dead," Larry mumbled. "That's the big deal of the situation." Sal and Larry continued to talk about the ways in which Sal could deal with his newfound feelings.

In the end, Sal decided on simply not doing anything. He went to visit you every day still, spending copious amounts of time around you and learning more and more about you. Even when Sal graduated Nockfell High School and left Addison Apartments with Todd, he still visited you every day. Throughout the years, Sal realised his feelings for you were growing every day and nobody living could seemingly hold a candle to you. Maybe one day he would tell you how he felt, just maybe. But for now, he had to be okay with whatever weird, ghostly friendship you had between you.

I really bloody liked this concept and just ran with it. I might do a part 2 at some point where Salconfesses his feelings to ghostly you if this does well. I hope you Sally Face lovers enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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[viric-dreams]

🐁 🐹

🐁 Capybaras are friend-shaped. What shape does your OC have?

Literally, Ockham is shaped in a way that's incredibly difficult to pin down exactly. But metaphorically: shaped like someone you end up telling your whole life story to at 2am at the club. People just really want to tell Ockham things... whether or not heshethey cares to hear them.

Elias is shaped like Danger: Do Not Engage.

Nicholas is shaped like one massive red flag. But the fun kind.

🐹 Which would be your OCs favorite Pokemon? What kind of trainer would they be?

I was thinking about this one recently because of the template going around.

Off the cuff, Ockham would have a fisher or sailor class sprite, and would have a Castform. Ockham's preference for pokemon tends to veer towards what you could find on the coast, and whose most relevant legendary is Cresselia.

Elias and Nicholas would have a Solrock and Lunatone, respectively. Trainer class becomes a bit difficult, but I guess it's more like Team Magma-adjacent, into Team Rocket. Elias tends to favour powerful pokemon, often fire or electric type. And Nicholas would have a dark-heavy theme.

#ockham #i'm only really up to date on like the first 4.5 generations or so #Roberts/Nite

[toothanddraw]

A Song for Saprotrophs

@inklings-challenge 

I did it. I dusted off the old short story format and wrote it. I hope you like it (a little.) It’s rushed too, so I want to go back and refine it sometime. I enjoyed learning about Chesterton during the challenge.

Team Chesterton

Category: Intrusive Fantasy

Imagery: Tree, Bread

Word Count: 2,040

“Stop! Don’t eat that.”

My instructor told me that as I washed the bite of sandwich down.

Apparently, the bread was found to be moldy. I couldn’t taste it. The team of trainers apologized profusely, and the kitchen staff rolled out some pre-dinner stuffed shells. Their embarrassment charged the air and what could I say? That’s something I didn’t want to learn. It’s not as if I could tell the difference myself.

Fisher didn’t know this, he didn’t care.

The dog sat up, then returned to the ground, thumping his tail when the trainers passed again. I turned to him and could tell through the blurry bubble of vision I had left that he was a black lab, not a yellow.

I had known him for 10 days. He was the best thing that happened to me post-forty. Every night, still angry about what was taken away: “Thank you for the dog. Thank you for the dog!”

I set my napkin down and took hold of the harness handle and heard him shift to look up at me expectantly. That’s magic.

Enough to forget about some moldy bread that I couldn’t even taste. At least they told us. This class was legally blind, we probably wouldn’t have known.

I think I was the only one to eat it. I think. I didn’t hear anyone complain about their stomach issues later. And I kept quiet about mine. I’ll spare you. Still, a little bit of mold shouldn’t have done that.

Fisher rested his head on my back as I sprawled on the bed in the student’s quarters.

He technically wasn’t allowed on the bed. But I figured off-duty is off-duty.  

I would have told someone, I really would have, if the full effects of what I ate had shown up in the last two weeks I stayed at the school.

But Fisher and I were trained, bonded, and gone months before the side-effects kicked in.

Mold is a type of fungus. I’m sorry if you already knew that. I’m not a mycologist, I’m a credit analyst. Some molds are good. Penicillin is a type of mold. Some molds will kill you. I wasn’t dead yet, months later, so that was good news. I hadn’t even thought of the bread until I took a hike with Fisher.

It was a warm late September afternoon and the wide fire roads through the forest made a windpipe for trees, still full of leaves. I loved these woods. I would have been here sooner but there’s a lot of pressure around going back to where you used to go with someone you loved.

It wasn’t half a mile in when I began to smell a lot of rich food. Someone must have been having a banquet of a picnic. The savory smells hit first, like tender protein, fall-apart bird meat. Buttery smells mixed in: roasted walnuts, oliveoil dripping off of bread. I honed in on it. It was curiously strong, it must have been right off the trail.

But when I got up to it, from what I could tell, it was a tree. Fisher stood at the ready while I knelt down and felt around the base. The smell was so intense I had an absurd picture of an offering upon silver platter on the ground.

A mushroom met my hand. One of those blurry yellow-brown ones. My stomach growled.

Fisher sniffed the cap out of polite curiosity but didn’t go to eat it. No. I was the one salivating. Like a crazy person.

Fisher licked my arm.

I took the mushrooms home with me, walking back past other delicious smells.

I had mangled them so it was hard to get an ID on them. Especially with text-to-audio descriptions of pictures. And the feeling of hunger I had towards them did not abate.

I had to know what they tasted like. Like a dumb kid on the playground. I didn’t stop at a taste. Or a bite. They were so tender and delicate.

I wondered after they were gone if I was having some kind of grief-induced psychosis by taking and eating something from the forest park. I panicked the rest of the night, waiting for symptoms of mushroom poisoning to manifest. All the while wondering. Apologizing for being so stupid.

A week later I still felt fine. A week after that, the singing started.

A hum. A pleasing hum in my head as I walked into the bank where Fisher’s celebrity status had not lost any shine. I annoyed everyone else, asking if someone was singing. After work, it kept up, on and off. It was never too loud and I could ignore it. I scheduled a physical.

And then it made contact.

Just impressions. Like “I’m here.” “Do you know I’m here?” “Hello.” And repeatedly: “We need to find the trees. We need to find the trees.” All melodic. No words as people would define it, though they translated easily enough.

I know what you’re thinking. I ate some mold and some mushrooms and now I was hearing things. But if I was tripping out, it was rather disappointing. I used to have vision. If all of this was a side-effect of a hallucinogen, shouldn’t my brain be treating me to colors and details?

Distinctly, I remember wrapping my arms around Fisher in my apartment and trying to will away my anxiety about it. I reminded myself that I was going to see the doctor next week. I could make it until them, no matter what music my head was playing.

Fisher licked my arm.

And the voices surged in wonderment. A curiosity that was distinctly not mine rang through my head. As if it realized all of a sudden, what a joy it was to hold a dog. “We need to tell the trees!” Undercutting that was a sudden jealousy that was mine. A love outside my own for my companion. My eyes. Fisher.

You need to understand, there was little to no confusion about which thoughts were mine and which ones were the intrusive others. They were very happy to be in my head.

I was a nervous wreck. I called out sick.

…

I didn’t want to return to the forest park. The voices did. They wanted trees.

“What are you going to DO to me?” I shouted, out loud, in my empty apartment. I slid down the wall to the floor and sobbed, fully aware that I needed serious help, terrified of the implications.

An impression came. No words. Of pressure. Just below the surface of the skin across my shoulders and chest. There was a confusion. A profound befuddlement, even an embarrassment that was not mine. The voices quieted to a thoughtful stirring. It shocked me out of my terror.

In the middle of the night, I woke. No fear stained my thoughts yet. In the split second of calm came a deliberate question to me: “Are you earth?”

In my AC, in the dark, on the polyester sheets, I answered: “No.”

A different strain of music. Another question: “Are you bread?”

“No!”

Fisher sneezed incredulously.

The voices puzzled and burbled in my brain.

The good thing about being very tired was that sometimes, it beats the feeling of fear. “Please shut up. Let me sleep.”

For some reason that worked.

...

“We need to tell the trees.” The voices told me.

“You have a system of mycelium beneath the surface of your skin.” The doctor told me.

She was a blurry, kind-sounding woman. She seemed way too eager about this. “There’s a powdery mildew coming off of your inside-elbows. We’ll see what the lab has to say about the samples. I’ve never seen this before in my life or studies… But you’re otherwise healthy!”

And then she prescribed me some antifungal cream and pills. She went on to explain that fungal infections happen. They just didn’t happen quite like this.

She didn’t know about the voices.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I would pick up my medication from the pharmacy and stop this strangeness.

Tomorrow was the day, too. The bad one on the calendar. Maybe it meant something that all of this was happening now. I knew what I had to do.

“Fisher,” I told him, “If you see me reach for anything I’m not supposed to eat tomorrow, bite my hand off.”

His tail thumped against the ground.

He never barked, that one.

The voices in my head, the music of the mold and mycelia, seemed less a conversation to themselves and more of a performance that night.

I itched the inside my arm as I listened. The singing changed, different voices harmonizing. Rounds, layers of lovely thoughts and ideas spun out, intending that I should listen. Intending that I should find their music beautiful.

“It is.” I told them finally. “It’s really good. Good singing.”

…

I was back at the forest park. Once again, delicious food-like smells were everywhere. But now I knew better. I wasn’t taking on anymore voices. I had picked up my prescription earlier that morning and would work to set things right after my hike.

Fisher led me down the fire road.

“I feel like I’m still wandering alone in the dark sometimes,” I told Fisher. “Even with you. Even if I could see.”

The singing was less complicated at the moment, more direct now. Almost like concrete words. Just happy to be here, in contrast to me. It was tempting just to float on whatever the fungi were feeling, without my baggage.

I found a spot I felt was about right and sat down, my back against an ample, blurry hickory. “Alright. You’re at the trees. What do you want?”

To my surprise, I felt a jolt through my hand as I settled myself on the ground. A transmission. A call.

And immediately, a response back through the base of the trunk.

I caught recognition. I placed both palms flat against the ground and then I listened.

So many voices. Distinct and mature. It was like I had stepped inside a marble hall with a thousand giants conferring.

It was them. The forest. Tall complex singing and ideas in the trees and the fungus (which had their own voices and acted as translators and networkers between the trees.)

I listened in as I was announced and appraised with curiosity and a tiny sense of shame. I spoke. And as I responded, it felt like a tribunal, I just wasn’t sure who for.

“Animal, animal. This is an animal,” the forest decided. Many voices nodding along.

And from me: “They are bread. They are ground,” they insisted. “Where else would we be?”

“What is this? Who are you?”

And they explained. I listened through the lives of the great and simple. The trees, the co-operation. The competition of plants and fungus. All the while, they spoke. They traded information. And I got the impression: I was an ambassador. Not just a devourer of plants and other animals. I had a voice to present to them and a translator that I took in with that cursed moldy sandwich bite.

“You came after! Yours is a different line. A kingdom of creation we have not heard from. A mover. A killer and a die-er. Welcome! How strange and wonderful your voice.”  

“It has to stop,” I pleaded. “I regret it. I need to make it right.”

The fungus that I had growing in me felt fear for the first time.

I removed my hands from the ground, like shutting the door on the council chamber. I took out my medication.

The voices within me sang. “They said we had no earth. They said we had no bread. (We told them about the dog.) They said we grew on the body of higher voice. Have we done wrong?”

I had never heard them so distinctly before. They had grown.

“I’m sorry. You can’t stay here.”

“Please! We need to break bread. We need to break ground. We need something to eat or we’ll die!”

“Even if I die?”

At this, Fisher sought my face to kiss.

The voices held their silence. I held my breath. I understood.

#inklingschallenge #team chesterton #genre: intrusive fantasy #imagery: bread #imagery: tree #story: complete #Short Story

[soktokki]

hello!! Since you drew mattsun can you draw makki as a pokemon trainer??

HELLO!!! oh you have no idea how great this makes me feel i would LOOVEEEE to continue the pokemon au!!! I have a lot of other notes for some characters and what pokemon i think theyd have and YES MAKKI IS ONE OF THEM!!! I most def have something in mind for him 🤭🤭

I actually have no idea if the rest of them would also be in canon trainer classes tho.. the fisher trainer class for matsukawa only made sense to me when i saw the fisher model in bdsp actually.. but im not sure for other characters?? Esp bc a lot of trainer classes tend to focus on single type pokemon teams or a specific theme and i dont want to limit the characters (unless it makes sense for them???)... But for mattsun it was PERFECT bc i had never been MORE sure of a pokemon (magikarp) for a character in my life!! Which is why i think i was so eager to put him in that vest and make it a visual reality AHAHA 🤣 for others i may just stick to thinking about pokemon buddies only because even with that theres so much indecision HAHA

AHH TLDR I STILL HAVE MANY IDEAS FOR THIS!!! Im not sure when ill have the time for my next hq x pokemon piece but YESYES i so want to continue!!!!

#ask #pokemon au #i ended up talking more than was asked or needed whoops #hq x pokemon

[fishingunderthestars]

I have an interest in free diving and the free diver is my favorite Trainer Class so this blog is a cool find.

oh i didn't even know there was a free diver class ahjskfghjsafghjs. i'm more aware of swimmerm, swimmerf, and fisher from back in johto which the last one is on my trainer card asfjhgfsghjhfgsj. but ig i qualify for both lol.

#pokemon irl #cordelia travels

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[jojolovenotes]

OMG,,, this is such a good idea 🥺

I choose you with me and Pesci?

Send me ‘I choose you’ and I’ll tell you what type / class of pokemon trainers you and your f/o(s) would be.

Oh thank you! ; v ; I’m just really brainrotting over Pokemon lately tbh!! dfdsf BUT!!

I think for trainer class, Pesci would be a fisher class and you an artist class! 

Pesci out here like 

and you’re like

Pesci definitely has water type pokemon (one of them being overqwil) annd I saw your post about you having dragon types so that kinda lives rent free in my head now, Pencil with your applin :3 

#received transmission ✨ #f/o games ✨ #ships: Pesci #sorry i edited with some sprites now too!!

[purplehxzed]

i said i wouldn’t draw kumatani 3/4 facing left anymore but *head in hands* i couldn’t stop thinking about pokefisher kuma and i just had to get this out of my system. based on my favourite pokemon trainer class portrait… the x/y games’ fisher:

#kumatani mitsuo #uramichi oniisan #there are lots of things i wanted to fix but ukw… no. #i couldve given him a dumptruck. should i have

[pokemon-npcs]

#pokemon npcs #rse #trainer class: fisher #hoenn #pokémon sapphire

[alleycatmimi]

✿ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

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Min Yoongi × reader;

idol!au;

↬ ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼⓈ: swearing, smut, fingering(f), blowjob, dirty talk, choking, spanking, fingers sucking, pet play, bdsm themes, AGUST D (I'VE WARNED YOU), MINT HAIR YOONGI, some violence(not much tho), daddy kink, some praising kink, nipple play, overstimulation, protected sex;

↬ Genre: idol!au, fluff, smut, lil angst(not.much.of.it), NSFW, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, idol!yoongi, idol!reader, model/actor! seokjin, manager!namjoon, dance teacher!hoseok, fanboy!jungkook, makeup artist!taehyung, kendo trainer!jimin;

↬ Words count: 11k+ (I am sorry, but it has 3k of smut :') )

↬ Description: One party. One glare. One song. Two hearts. Two idols. A collaboration who will change the lifes of both of you, but not only professional.

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" Somewhere in the rain.

When the stars are gone,

Covered by the heavy clouds,

My eyes are still holding back the pain,

And my heart is shameless plain,

Plain by someone

Who used to hold my hand

And danced with me under the rain."

The uproar, the clink of the crystal glasses, full of expensive wine, or golden champagne, the laugh of the guests from the corners of the bright, elegant and luxurious room, everything faded away when she stepped on the beautifully arranged stage. To Yoongi, nothing of these counted anymore, he couldn't hear anything else, except his chaotic heart beats and her beautiful voice, ringing in his ears, making him feel like a dream he once had, floading so easily between the puffy clouds, watching the world underneath, engrossing the beautiness of it, exactly like she did.

All eyes were on her. From the moment she leaded on the stage, she captivated everyones stares, making some of them gossip and some of them to become mutes. Her pale pink dress, tight on her chest, embracing her breasts, was falling in easy waves, starting from her waist, down her thighs, reaching her knees, where the material ended. Her short hair, which was reaching her shoulders into the most beautiful bob haircut Yoongi has ever seen, was decorated with hair tinsel, making it shine into the golden light of the flood light, giving her an angelic look.

Who was her? The new idol everyone was talking about. Y/F/N, the young 19 years old, who has made her debut months ago, leaving everyone shooked by her skills in dancing and mesmerizing voice, but same time, attracting critics about her fragile age and her short trainee period: only one year.

Someone hit Yoongi's shoulder, making him move forward one step, almost dropping his refined champagne glass, on the lady in front of him, the movement snapping him back to reality, a curse leaving his parted lips. He muttered a sorry to her, ignoring the frown she offered him, his eyes returning on the stage, where Y/N was.

His heartbeats started to accelerate, panic washing over him quickly, causing his breath to incrase, chest rising and falling fast. She was not there anymore. Where was she?!

"Hey, Yoongi!" a voice called for him, almost being heard by the uproar of the part. A large hand reached Yoongi, resting on the shoulder of his Dior costume, which, by the way, was not cheap at all. (Duh) Yoongi turned his face towards the voice, though his stare was reaching over the man's shoulder, searching something, or someone, in the crowd.

"Yoongi-ah!"

It was Kim Seokjin. Looking back to his friend, Yoongi titled his head, staring at him with a frustrated stare. "Yes, hyung?" He asked, gaze trailing on the faces around the room, once more, then turning back to his friend.

"What do you think about the party?" He asked, a bright smile appearing on his handsome face.

Kim Seokjin, graduating with a degree in art and acting, in Konkuk University, he became a model and soon, a very known and loved actor, making all the girls and even boys go crazy over his appearence, acting skills and angelic voice- which he proved, once in a k-drama, when he sang a song Yoongi labeled. This is how they met.

Agust D. While Yoongi was filming for the video of his recent mixtape, Agust D 2, the Daechwita video, one of their actors announced, in the very last moment, his resignation, leaving everyone shooked and giving Yoongi a headache and palpitations.

It happened for Seokjin to be in that studio that day. He knew Yoongi very well, from all the radio channels and interviews, Agust D was such a huge model for every teenager and kid. So before Yoongi lost his mind, he decided to be an angel and since he had some hours left until the shooting started, he played the role himself.

"Are you sure you wanna do it, Kim Seokjin-ssi?" Yoongi asked, both relief and amusament playing on his face. Why was he that amused? Seokjin thought. Later on he found out why. A peasant. Him. The famous and great Kim Seokjin played a poor fisher man.

In return, Yoongi helped him with a song he urgently needed to compose for one of the k-dramas he was working at. This was the beginning of their friendship. Now, Yoongi was to his expensive party, thrown for celebrating the end of his last projects. At first, when Seokjin invited him to the party, he thought of denying him, but he knew the man way too well. There is no refuse when it comes to Kim Seokjin.

Yoongi cursed under his breath when he realised how stupid he has been, when he thought of denying the model's invitation, hours ago. Back then, he was working on some new lyrics, quickly peeking at the matching suit he chose last night. It was laid on the couch, lifeless and looking so boring, but he couldn't deny the fact he could almost hear it whispering to him, every time he was turning to his messy papers, tempting him to go and dress up.

So there he was. Still searching for her, passing Seokjin who, luckily for Yoongi, saw a couple and went for greeting them, hands already full of two new sparkly glasses of refined alcohol. Where was she?

━━━━━━━ •♬• ━━━━━━━

That night, Yoongi couldn't go to sleep easily. His dreams were full of glasses clink, laughs, pale dress folds and a melody ringing into his ears like a nostalgic echo. He was surrounded by cold places, a forest, an empty room, a car slowly drawning into the water, with him inside. He could swear he was able to feel the coldness of the water and the burn in his lungs when it filled the car completly, swallowing him into another dark place.

━━━━━━━ •♬• ━━━━━━━

Yoongi groaned, annoyed, turning around, on his stomach, burring his face further into the white pillow. It was 7 AM in the morning and he couldn't continue his sleep because of the uproar outside. This often happened in the last week. The apartment next door was getting renovated, waiting for its new owner to arrive, so he was forced to listen to the loud sounds the hammer drill was causing for the whole week, every morning, since 6 AM.

He sighed, turning on his back, the white t-shirt he was wearing lifting up enough of exposing some pale skin. He rubbed his eyes, trying to chase away his sleepy mood. He rose up to his bottom, hands travelling from his eyes to his mint hair, scratching his scalp with his bitten nails, messing his soft locks. He rolled his eyes, staring at the round clock on the white wall in front of him. 6:06 AM.

Getting up from his bed, his grey sweatpants fell downer on his hips, exposing some of his vline. He worked so hard at gym recently, that some abs already appeared on his usual fluffy stomach. Yoongi cracked his neck twice, stretching his muscles, by arching his back. Satisfied by the broken sound of his bones cracking, he made his way towards his bathroom, thinking if he should actually ask the painters next door to paint his white walls into something more vibrant. Like black.

━━━━━━━ •♬• ━━━━━━━

Yoongi got out of his bathroom, the creak of his bathroom door hurting his ears, making his headache go further. He should definetly call the bricklayers to him too, or at least, ask them kindly if they can give him some vaseline to resolve the problem of his door. He secretly hoped he will see the new owner of that stupid apartment so he can learn to ignore them for the rest of his life in that building.

Yoongi wrapped a towel around his hips, the white of his skin making his veins visible into the mirror. For a moment he thought about getting tanned but as fast as this unexpected thought popped up into his mind, it disappeared. He hates the sun. A vampire? He might be, who knows.

He made his way towards his luxurious kitchen. A knock on door made him jump in place, hand freezing half way to grab a bottle of water from his fridge. He stared at the clock. 6:42 AM, the wet bangs of his hair falling on his forhead, right under his eyes. He wasn't waiting for someone, he was sure and who could that be that idiot to visit him this early in the morning and risk on waking him up?! All of his friends knew how grumpy the mint haired man gets when he doesn't get enough of sleep.

And he was so grumpy then.

He frowned. There was a pause between knocks. The person was probably unsure if they should wake him up or not. The answer was no. They shouldn't disturb him, even if he was already up. Grabbing a bottle of water and closing the fridge, which already started to beep, anouncing him he kept it opened for too long, he made his way to his hall way, opening the door, not caring to take a look first. He swore if it was his trainer, Jimin, who came to annoy him again about his daily kendo classes, or Namjoon, his manager...

"Hi."

Yoongi's breath got caught in his throat. He grabs on the door frame, eyes wide in shock, not beliving what is happening.

━━━━━━━ •♬• ━━━━━━━

Y/F/N. She was sitting in front of Min Yoongi's door. And he was wearing nothing less but his towel around his sinful hips and his wet hair falling into his eyes. Y/N gulped down the node in her throat, letting her gaze travel down his half naked body. Licking her lips, she watched a water drop slowly making its way down the man's abdominal muscles, leaving a wet path on his abs.

Her gaze trailed up to his chest, notincing the colour of his nipples. Pink. Cute. Her eyes scanned his thick neck, up to his jaw and parted lips and finally meeting his own gaze. If the man in front of her was bothered by her staring at him like this, he said nothing, nor teased her about it. She thought he is probably used with girls staring at him like a whole snack, anyway. She frowned at this thought, prefering to shake her head, trying to not visualise an imagine of on of her favourite idols with someone else. He looked shooked actually.

His lips were parted, his eyes wide opened, his veiny hand holding on the door way, making her lick her lips once more, having to reprime a silent whimper. Damn it, why nobody told her this apartment was Agust D's apartment?!

They stared at each other for a while, not knowing what to say or do, a blush creeping on her face. As they thought like one mind, they both started to bow and greet each other, causing they heads to bang together.

"Ow!" She mumbled, holding her head, losing her balance, ready to fall on her back, right on the stairs. Yoongi's heart started to beat faster, at the thought something might happen to her. He reached for her, catching her right wrist and pulling her to him, pressing her body against his, the other hand holding into his towel like his life depended on it.

Y/N face was as red as the carpet in his living room. She ended up with both of her hands on his bare chest, their bodies pressed against each other, her legs between Yoongi's spreads one. She looked up at him, bitting her bottom lip, unsure of what she should say or do, ignoring the fast rithm of her heart which was hitting her ribs cage chaotic.

But Yoongi's cheeks were flushed as well as hers and it made her feel better. But that's whem she tried to look away, but his pink nipples were exactly under her stare. She didn't mean to stare, but they were just so cute. Getting out of his transa, he blushed more and frowned, finally finding his voice.

"Yah!" Yoongi said, moving her hands to cover his nipples with, making her look up at him in shock. "Don't stare at my nipples, Y/N-ssi, I get shy." He breathed, making her chuckle when she realised what he just said. He mentally thanked God his voice wasn't shaky at all.

"Alright, alright! Sorry!!!" She said, blushing more. She thought about getting away, but Yoongi's huge hands were holding her wrists softly, his big thumbs gently stroking the side of her own hands, sending a shiver down her spine, melting her heart.

Yoongi was staring down at her, a smile playing on his lips. "When are you going to stop staring, babygirl? Like the view?" He smirked slightly, titling his neck to the side, piercing her with his gaze. How was that possible?! This man changed from a shy lil meow meow to a predathor in no seconds.

She pulled away of him, gasping, making him chuckle lowly. Y/N mentally slapped herself for daring to come here in the first place. She even forgot why she was there, anyway. She stared at Yoongi again. He was now leaning on the door way, waiting for her answer. Y/N cleared her throat.

"I-I came here for meeting my new neighbors. I am the new owner of the apartment next door." She extended her trembling hand to him. "I am Y/F/N, but I guess you already know who I am." She said, smiling shyly and putting a strand of her hair behind her left ear.

Yoongi's stomach got filled up with some annoying butterflies, hearing what she just said. Y/F/N, the misterious girl from Seokjin's party, the one who has the voice of an angel, the one who made him not sleep the whole night thinking of how innocent she looked like, ok, it's not like earlier she was innocent, but that's another story, but she was here, in front of him, telling him she was his new neighbor.

"So you're telling me you a-are my new neighbor?!" He couldn't belive his ears. He wished his voice wasn't that unsure and shaky, but it made her giggle and smirk, seeing him frustrated like that.

"Yes! I'll move in with the love of my life in some days." Y/N said, smiling sweetly. Yoongi's jaw dropped slightly. He felt hurt. Of course she had a boyfriend already, she seemed so sweet and she was so talented. "Oh..." he said, looking down to his feet. His action brought a little satisfaction to her, it was her turn now to smirk.

"Oh well, it was nice to meet you." He said, slightly bowing his head, ready to leave and close the door, but her voice stopped him. "Do you wanna meet her???"

Wait a little. What?! Yoongi froze. The love of her life was a girl?! Wait a little, she was a lesbian?! Damn it. As hot as he had to admit it was, his mood dropped even more at the thought of having zero chances with her. Well, after all, the fact she kept on staring to his nipples didn't seem that weird anymore. He slowly covered his nipples with his hands, folding his arms to his chest.

She whisteled then. The next thing he knew was a cute white fluff ball running through the hallway of the block in the arms of her owner.

Yoongi let out a heavy breath. "I want you to meet Sasha." She said, scratching the puppy's head, making her to sweep the floor with her white and fluffy tail. So she was talking about her puppy.... Yoongi cursed himself under his breath, not beliving such a fool he was.

He stared at the girl who was petting her white bichon. She was smiling down to the little fluff ball, scratching her behind the white and fluffy ears, talking to her on a cute high pitched voice, making his heart melt under her feet. Why was he attracted to her this much? Why was his heart beating so fast while he was staring at her talking to her little pet? Why was his body trembling when he heard her giggles? Why did he get a shiver down his spine last night, hearing her singing?

"Woof!" Sasha barked, moving her way towards him, making Yoongi snap back to reality. He shook his head and smiled, ready to kneel down to pet her. "Here, little one..." he started, getting out of his apartment, causing the door to close behind him and lock itself. The little bichon had other plans, anyway. She stabbed the white material of the towel with her cute and little fangs and began pulling on it. Before Yoongi or Y/N could react, the towel fell off of his hips, leaving him naked in front of the girl.

The blood rushed in their cheeks. Yoongi covered himself fast, with both of his hands, cursing out loud. He checked her face in disperation, scared of what she might say, do or think. Great way of meeting your, apparently, new crush, Yoongi. His second reaction was to open the door to get into the darkness of his apartment and die there in awkwardness. But, the door was locked and his key card was one the coffee table of his living room. Great.

Y/N looked away of him, keeping her hand on her face side, to cover her gaze with it. The puppy was staring at both of them happily and looking so satisfied by her actions, almost like laughing of Yoongi. Yoongi frowned and hissed at her, trying to take his towel fast, but she started to run down on the stairs, still holding his towel with her fangs.

"I-I...I am so sorry!" They both said same time. Y/N laughed, an awkward laugh, in attempt to reasure Yoongi there is no problem with the fact he's naked in front of her. Beside the fact they just met, there was really no problem with him being naked.

Yoongi nodded his head hesitantly, hands still covering his man parts, holding on them as if his life depended on it. Well...

Y/N wanted to say something, something that would get them out of this situation, but she couldn't think straight anymore. She was trying to hard to not stare at him. "Y/N-ssi..." he whispered. She looked at him, trying her best to keep her eyes on his face, not...downer. "Do you think you can bring me-...."

She looked down. Covering her face, she muttered a "damn it!". Now for sure he thought she is a pervert. She started to scream and ran to her apartment, next door, closing her door behind her, leaving Yoongi there, naked.

"....- something to cover up..." he continued, sighing and cursing.

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Days passed and Y/N still couldn't stop thinking about the whole incident with her hot neighbor. Oh yeah, she was now living there, in her new apartment, having Agust D exactly beside of her. She smiled to herself, remembering how him and IU were her first idols, the first ones she picked as her models.

Yes, she saw him that night at the party, staring at her, checking her up and down. Yes, her heart started to beat so fast at the thought of him actually talking to her and yes, she wanted to talk to the man she loved once, like any other fangirl. But she had to leave the party early, since her manager told her they had to go.

She sighed, she knew how hard an idol's life is, even before she became one, but... she never thought it will actually eat up all of her free time. Sitting on her couch, she went through her Twitter page, checking up on her profile. She sighed, seeing all the hate comments. Why were them so mean to her? Even since she started as a trainee, there were persons who started to criticise her.

She sighed. Frowning, she switched on a k-pop news page. Great. Her recent break up with her ex appeared everywhere. Pics of her in front of the bar, staring at her ex, who was holding on a girl's waist, were filling the internet. Oh, how much she tried to not cry back then.

She closed her eyes remembering the scene in front of her. It was her birthday. It was her birthday and she was too busy with her career to actually celebrate it. But she tought, maybe she can go out at night, with her lovely boyfriend, even staying home would have been fine. She wouldn't mind anything if that meant she was in his arms. But when she called him, announcing him she is five minutes away of home, holding an expensive bottle of champagne and a box of strawberries covered in Belgian chocolate, he came up with an excuse. No, he wasn't at their apartment. He was out of his city, taking care of his grandma, or at least, this is what he told her. And she belived it. Because, how can't you trust your loved one? And it was about his grandma. His sweet and caring grandma.

She remembered how bad she felt back then for not coming with him, to take care of the poor lady. She had so much respect for his grandma, she is such a good person, unlike her grandson, who lied. Later that night, while she was eating alone her box of strawberries, she got a call from her friends. They wanted to take her to a bar. At first she refused, scared of the paparazzi, but decided to put on her cute black dress and go out party with her friends, at least they didn't forget about her.

Once she arrived there, her breath stopped. Getting out of the bar, was no one else, but her so called boyfriend. He was desperately clinging on a blonde's waist, almost sucking her life out of her mouth. She still remembers the tight two pieces outfit the girl had. Oh and the long black heels. Now, on her couch, she stared at the pics shivering, feeling how the nausea was starting to wash over her again. She tried to be this cute and innocent looking like person, exactly because he said he likes cute girls. He was not the sexy type himself. She really tried to change herself for someone who didn't deserve even her glare. And for what? For people pointing fingers at her, acusing that she's trying to copy IU.

Sasha came on the couch, sitting beside her thighs, resting her muzzlr against the skin of it. Y/N hummed, stroking the head of the little fluff ball, causing her to move her tail. The little puppy looked up at her, puppy huge eyes piercing hers. "I am alright, sweetheart." She said, wipping her eyes with her free hand and sniffing her nose. "I just... got emotional and don't know what to do, baby. Don't worry about mommy..." she whispered.

The puppy got up and jumped from the couch, leaving a huge pout on Y/N's face. The puppy disappeared behind the corner of the room, leaving her sighing on her cozy couch. That's when Sasha came back holding something as white as her fur. She put the cloth at her owner's feet. Y/N titled her head, confused at first. Then, when she raised the white cloth from her feet, she blushed.

"Yoongi's towel." She muttered.

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"Oh come on, Yoongi. This song is perfect for that thematic! Stop being so stubborn." His manager sipped from his cup of latte, rolling his eyes on the shirtless man, who was tuning his guitar, not paying attention to his manager. How dare he?

Yoongi's mouth formed a slightly smirk. Oh how he loved to play with people's nerves. Testing a chord with one of his long fingers, he hummed, pleasured with the sound of it. He tried all of the six chords, deciding the last one needs to be straightened a little more. Namjoon sighed. "Yoongi-ah!"

He rolled his eyes. "I know, I know, it is not straightened enough, let me just..., there you go." He said, finishing. Namjoon groaned, grabbing a pillow and planning on throwing it into Yoongi's face. Yoongi gave him a grin, a quiet giggle escaping his lips. He was ready to catch the pillow, when a knock on door followed by a bark disturbed them, making him turn his face towards the door, freezing, the pillow hitting his head.

"Jackpot!" Namjoon said, moving his fists in air dimples pocking out.

Yoongi threw him a death glare and went towards the door, his heart beating faster and faster at the sound of her voice. "Shhh, Sasha!!" He could head her nagging the puppy. A smiled bloomed on his face, when he opened the door and saw her in a loosen hoodie and shorts, making her look so cozy, adorable and yet, sexy, he had to admit.

"H-hi." She stuttered.

Yoongi's smile widened when she saw her lowering her head, avoiding his gaze. Was she blushing?

"Hi, baby." He said, teasing her. Now for sure she was blushing. Yoongi's smile transformed into a smirk. "Are you blushing, love?" He titled his head to one side, her gaze messuring her up and down, his gaze resting to her bare thighs a little too long. Licking his lips, Yoongi pushed his mint locks back.

He observed as she watched his every move, her full bottom lip being caught between her teeth itself. Oh, how he wished her would kiss her right away, right there in the hallway, pressing her body against the wall, caught between his more muscled one and the wall.

"I came here to..." she said, watching his naked torso.

"To stare at my nipples again?" He cowed an eyebrow.

Her face got as red as the ruby ring she was wearing. She couldn't belive her ears. Yoongi leaned towards his doorway, running hisright hand, once more in his hair. "No! I came here to bring you this!" She said, pointing to the towel she was holding, sounding a little sharper than she initially wanted to. "Why do you always have to be naked in front of me anyway?!" She asked, faking her annoyance.

"You can't tell me you don't like it." He whispered, face close of hers now. His eyes trailed from her beautiful and doe eyes, to her pink lips. Her eyes widened in shock. Shaking her head, she held the towel in front of him, looking away.

Yoongi titled his head, but was quickly to take the towel from her delicate hand. "Alright then, I'll leave now- ..." she started, her words getting stucked into her throat when he took her hand and pressed her fingers against his velvety lips.

Why he did that? He didn't know the reason, himself. All he knew was her freesia scent inebrieting him, gas lighting him, too the point all he knew was the urgent need of touching her, of taking her into his arms and keeping her close. Oh, how was poor him so in love with her?

It all started days ago when he searched the whole internet for facts, news and informations about the idol Y/F/N. Pages of pictures of her filled up his phone, his heart fluttering when he saw her smile, in one of them, where she was holding a puppy. Oh how he wished the little white demon she has as her own puppy to see that picture, back then.

He learnt she only has her mom left, her parents being divorced, no siblings. But even if her life was so miserable, she was always such a joy pill. Such a little fairy, full of positive thoughts, always trying to make everyone happy and brighten your day. And that is valuable for her lyrics too. A sunshine. A lovely girl with a big heart. Was that even possible to exist on this earth ?

He jumped slightly when he felt her fingers moving slightly on his lips. He stared into her eyes and he swore he could see she was feeling something too. Maybe not as much as he felt, but it was comforting to know she liked him too. Her blushing cheeks couldn't lie, right?

"Y/N, I want to tell you something." He said. Yes, Yoongi, tell her how you have a big crush on her, how you dream about her and how your laptop is full of pages talking about her. "Y-Yes, sunbae-nim?" She mutered, with a trembling voice, making him almost pin her against that wall, kissing her breathless.

"Oh? Y/F/N-ssi??" Namjoon was behind him. Yoongi almost groaned in frustration, but he made way for Namjoon. "I am Kim Namjoon, Yoongi's manager." He smiled and extended his hand, for a hand shake. When she put her delicate hand into his, he slightly squeezed it, shaking it lightly. "What is our beautiful Y/N doing here?" He asked. Yoongi rolled his eyes. Why was he still there anyway?

The blush on her face incrased. "I am his new neighbor. I live there." She said, pointing one finger to her apartment. Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Yoongi. "You were this close of a beauty and didn't tell me?" He teased him. Yoongi was boiling. Of course he didn't tell him. She was his. Alright, practically she wasn't, theoretically she was.

When Y/N giggled, Yoongi almost growled. Maybe of how beautiful her giggles were, but definetly because he was not the one making her giggle. "Don't flatter me, Mr. Kim, you are good looking yourself, too." She said, a slight smirk playing on her lips when she saw Namjoon gulping down and Yoongi's right hand forming a fist.

"Oh? Mr. Kim? I liked that." He pointed out, winking her way, his tongue pocking out, to lick his full bottom lip. She watched his movement like a transa and quickly turned her head when Yoongi coughed. "Hyung, don't you have work to do?" He asked, between gritted teeth.

"No, I actually-..." but Yoongi kicked him out, throwing his bag into his arms and the cap he forgot in his apartment, on his head. "You were complaining of such a busy schedule you have!I'll see you later!"

Namjoon blinked and nodded his head, mumbling and making Y/N giggle once more. "Good bye, Mr. Kim." She teased, making him show her one dimples smile and a frown to his client and friend. "Don't forget about that song!" And with that, he left.

"Mr. Kim, huh?" Yoongi titled his head, eyes fixed on hers. She rose up her chin, in atempt to feel less smaller in front of him that she was already feeling. "Writing a song, huh? And yes. Mr. Kim. Didn't know your manager is so hot." she sucked on her bottom lip, staring back at him.

Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off one more, by a bark of Sasha who ran into his apartment. "Sasha, come to mommy!" She said out loud. But the little puppy was already running into his bedroom. "I'll go after her. But don't think the conversation ended here." He warned, turning around and going to search for the puppy. She smiled to herself for making him jealous, thinking if she should enter his apartment or stay there, when a tap on her shoulder made her jump slightly. Turning around, her breath got caught in her throat.

Yoongi searched for the little puppy everywhere. She wasn't under his bed, between his pillows or under the table. No, she was into his closet. Nibbling on his Chanel jacket. Amazing. "Oh, you little devil!" He said, taking her into his arms and pulling away the jacket, with a huge frown on his face. Sasha barked at him, but quickly pushed her wet muzzle into gis neck making him laugh and shiver. "You know, you are not that bad." He said, stroking her furr. "But you're mommy will call me daddy soon." He smirked to himself.

Making his way to the front door, he froze in place, a huge frown on his face. There was a guy beside Y/N. No, there was a guy pinning her against a wall. He couldn't see her face, but he was sure she didn't like it since she was trying to get his hands away.

"Let me explain to you, Y/N!" He almost yelled at her. "No, David! We have nothing to talk about! I am over you anyway!" She groaned, pushing him off of her. Or at least she tried to, because the guy didn't move one inch. Yoongi placed the puppy down, who anyway, started to bark at the man in front.

Yoongi grabbed him by shoulder, turning him around. Tall, blonde, full of himself, the fave of a fucker. Oh. Yoongi remembered now. That was her ex. "Who are you-..." he asked but Yoongi kicked his face with his fist, memories of the informations he read about their break up coming back. He saw her face in these pics, hating the way her face was controlled in desperation "The one who stole your girl!" He said, cracking his neck twice.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock. She didn't know what to be more shocked about, the fact he punched her ex, or the fact he said she is practically his? Staring from her ex to Yoongi and back to her ex., she felt the frustration and tenssion like a weight on her tiny shoulders. "You are with him now?!" The taller man asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, do you have a problem with that?!" Yoongi barked, pushing the man, steps away, sitting between him and Y/N, in an attempt to protect her of whatever he could do to her. Not like Yoongi would allow him to. Or to anyone,else lay one finger on his precious Y/N. "You're such an ungrateful bitch, Y/N! Accusing me of cheating on you, but you were actually the one fucking this shitty man who dares to call himself a celebrity, behind my back?!"

Y/N gasped in shock. It was the first time she heard the person she used to call "her lover" , for three years, saying something like this. "I-I..." she started, affected by the name he gave to her. Yoongi's hands formed fists, around the collar of the t-shirt belonging to the man in front of him. "How did you call her?! How dare you, you piece of shit! You wasted her time, brainwashed her the whole time, made her think she is not good enough, probably used her for her money and ended up cheating on her, on her birthday?!" He finished his last sentence with a fist into the Y/N's ex's, making her gasp and jump a step back.

The taller man turned around, holding his, now, bleeding nose. He groaned, cursing under his breath. "You stupid short ass!" He yelled, ready to throw himself on Yoongi who, thanks for Jimin and his Kendo classes, had enough time to spin around and sweep his legs with his right one, making him fall into his knees, in front of Y/N. She gasped, some of the blood, from his broken nose, falling on her white slippers. She stared at him, disgusted, letting go of the tears so kept back the day he cheated on her. She really loved him once.

Now he was only a garbage, who was kept down on his knees, by a shorter man. "Look at her!" Yoongi demanded, pulling on his hair, yanking his hair back to make him stare at her. The man whined in pain. Yoongi looked around, thanking God how Namjoon left earlier and how their block was nearly empty. He really couldn't deal with some new news about Agust D beating up Y/S/N's(stage name) ex. Not like he did mind a picture of them in this position. He was feeling himself, exactly like in his Daechwita video, where he chose who dies and who lives. Yoongi shook his head. Be was becoming a little too yandere.

"Say sorry to her!" He said, once more. "Y-Yoongi..." she started to speak up, but was cut by a simple "sorry...", coming from the tall man. Yoongi groaned in frustration, trailing his veiny hand on his face. A curse left his lips. Letting him go and getting away of him, Yoongi forced the other man up into his legs. "Get out, until I won't beat your ass even worse!" He growled. He didn't even care if he will say what happened to anyone, nobody would belive him anyway.

Y/N watched as her ex left the builing, still holding on his nose. Y/N sobbed, making Yoongi stare at her. "Babygirl..." he whispered, making her stare at him. Yoongi's heart tightened, seeing the tears in her eyes. His protective arms wrapped around her smaller frame, tugging her closer to his chest, until her face was burried on his neck. She wrapped her arms around him, sobbing at his chest. She allowed him to carry her into his apartment, keeping her arms tightly around him, face never leaving his warm chest. She almost missed the smoothness of his bare skin under her cheek and hands.

Y/N swallowed the node into her throat, pulse going crazy, millions of butterflies troubling her stomach. Damn with these butterflies. But it didn't matter anymore. She didn't have to hide her feelings anymore, because she was into his protective arms now. And he was kissing her. With care, almost scared to not break her.

His lips ghosted over hers, capturing and caressing them with his, while he allowed his hand to travel the nape of her neck. She softly moaned against his mouth when he sucked into her bottom lip, pulling on it slightly with his teeth. She opened her mouth. "Yoongi k-...", giving him the opportunity of sliding his warm tongue into her mouth.

Y/N closed her eyes, allowing his wet muscle to caress hers, enjoying the new feeling. She started to massage his tongue with hers, slowly swirling it around, when he pulled her on top of him, slowly. "You're really hot." He whispered once more, trailing his lips down her jaw, planting kissed on her heated skin. "And so lovely. So beautiful and strong. So smart." He said, between kisses.

She giggles, a smile appearing on her face.  She brought her arms around his neck, hugging it, to hug him closer. "Good girl, always smile like this." He said, giggling and kissing her smile. Yoongi pulled her closer, tugging her to his chest, where she placed his cheek on. "I really wanna change my style, Yoongi." She said, drawing on his chest with her finger.

He hummed. "But I don't know how. I want something that would make me look more than cute and pretty. I am tired of aegyo stuff..." she scoffed. An idea popped into Yoongi's mind. Yes. It was the best idea ever. "Y/N! How about we make a collaboration?!" He asked, heart beating even faster, excited. Her eyes sparkled. "Are you serious?" She asked, unsure of his answer. "Yes, baby! I have this song I am working on, we can add your part and that's it. " he explained, smiling wide.

She nodded her head, planting lots of kisses on his face, making Yoongi blush hard. "Yaaah!!" He said, making her laugh.

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"Yes, hyung. I'll finish the song as soon as possible." At the other line of the phone, Namjoon was speechless. "And what changed your mind, Yoongles?" He asked, raising his eyebrow as if the younger one was in front of him.

Yoongi wipped the blood from the floor, using his wet mop, his phone being caught between his cheek and shoulder.  He could say the other man was working in something, hearing the shift of some papers. Suddently, his admiration for his manager grew up even more. He really puts a lot of effort in his work. Maybe he should actually appreciate Namjoon's work more. Not as if he didn't already.

"Oh nothing that big. I actually thought of a collaboration." The shift of pages stopped at the other line. For some minutes, there was not a noise anymore, the only thing proving Namjoon was still there was the sound of his breath playing on the background.

Yoongi finally finished mopping the floor. After Y/N fell asleep into his arms, he took his time to stare at her sleeping face for a while, admiring the girl's features. He left her there and took Sasha with him, so the little white fur devil won't wake her up, taking his mop with him, to wipe that fucker's blood from the floor, so nobody who happens to come in won't get scared. "Hyung? Are you still there?" He asked, after putting the mop away. Yoongi got into his apartment, closing the door behind him. He sighed and made his way to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"I think that's a great idea!" Namjoon finally answered, surprised.

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Y/N looked around the dancing room, once more, amazed. Of course she had her own dancing room, with her own coreographer, but this room was totally different. It was full of Kaws figurines. She found out that Hoseok, Yoongi's choreographer, is a fan of them. She found that cute, especially the fact this man was full of joy, always shinning with happiness and dinamism. No wonder his nickname was Sunshine.

They were now practicing for the third time that day. "Yoongi, keep your hands on her waist like I showed you. Pull her closer when the beat comes." Hoseok instructed them. Y/N blushed for the hundreth time since she started this project with Yoongi. Having him this close every day, his hands all around her, his scent filling up her nostrils, it was driving her crazy, to the point she could lose herself inside of his hold in every moment.

Oh course, his sinful stares, teasing smirks and winks weren't helping her at all, especially because a lot of back dancers were practicing behind them. And also..., she was questioning herself. Did she actually dream she kissed Min Yoongi? Did she dream the cute and almost intimate moment they had in his room? Because they didn't kiss since then and she had to admit she missed the feeling of his lips against hers, his taste. But no, if that wasn't real, she wouldn't be here, practicing with him for their collaboration, right?

The practice came to an end, everyone sighing in relief. "Good job, everyone!" Hoseok smiled at them all. She really liked this man so much, she decided. "Yoongi, can we t-..." she wanted to ask l, but got interrupted. "Thank you for all of this, Hobi!" Y/N watched as Yoongi made his way to the other side of the room, thanking the colorful man. She sighed, staring down at her feet. She really wasn't feeling confident like she was supposed to. And this time, the fact she didn't know what is actually this connection between her and the mint haired man, was keeping her up at night, when she was supposed to sleep, but instead of that she was staring at his phone number, bitting her fingers' tips to not call him, because she is the girl, right?

"Sorry, Y/N-ah?"

She turned around to the voice, raising her eyebrows to the man in front of her. "Yes?" She titled her head. The man was staring everywhere, but not at her, a shy bunny smile on his face. His handsome face, she noticed. "I-I am Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." He sttutered, bowing in front of her, even though he was probably older than her. She smiled softly, giggling at his cuteness. "No need to bow, Jungkook. How can I help you?"

The boy stared at her with wide eyes, hearing his name coming from her lips. His cheeks became rosey. "I wanted to ask you if you can give me an autograph and also..." he pulled out a box of dietetic chocolate candies,making her title her head."I want you to take this. It's not like you need to diet, you're perfect already!" He said out loud, making some heads turn. He blushed harder."I just don't want you to stress over a diet after you eat them".

Yoongi was staring at them too. "What's Jeon Jungkook doing there?" He mumbled. Yoongi knew Jungkook very well, he played in his Daechwita video. Hoseok smirked, amused. "Are you two together?" Yoongi stared at him, blood creeping in his cheeks. "No. But I would love to. I really like her and...I feel this need to protect her." He explained, his stare fixed on her and the fanboy, once more. "Then don't lose her over someone else." Hoseok adviced him.

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Days passed and the relationship between them seemed to be so tensed. While Yoongi was so busy with their new project, so focused on it to pay more attention to her, Y/N's relation ship with Jungkook evoluated, they were close enough now for going out for walks, together. This is how she spent her time recently. Now she was coming back from the park, holding a flower, which Jungkook bought for her.

Staying in his door way, Yoongi scratched the back of his head, watching the girl he likes smiling towards Jungkook. "Good bye!" She said, waving to him. He watched her the whole week, coming back from walks taken with this fanboy of hers. He didn't like how he was giving his best for that collaboration and she was enjoying her time with that stranger. She was pretty absent and honestly, he missed her. Yoongi cleared his throat, when she was about to open her door. Staring at him over her shoulder, she scoffed. "What do you want?" She asked, taking Yoongi by surprise. "What do I want?! Listen here, Y/N!" He got closer of her, making her slightly back off. She quickly came back to her senses, resisting him, raising her chin up. "Can you stop doing this?!"

She was confused. "Do what?" Yoongi rolled his eyes. "This. These dates with this guy. You're just not paying enough attention to our project anymore. I thought it was important for you." "It is." She answered. "But I am the only one who works harder at it!" He snapped. Y/N stared at him in disbelief. "Maybe this is the problem. What? Are you jealous now?! That I am enjoying my time with someone? You thought I am gonna beg for your attention or what?"

Yoongi couldn't belive his ears. He was boiling. "I am jealous! So what?! Because I thought we have something special, but look what are you doing!" His veins pocked out of his neck. She rolled her eyes, making his way towards him, sitting in front of him. "I thought we have a connection, as well. But seems like this collaboration is more important to you now, than spending time with me and trying to know me better." She stared at him up and down. "This project was supposed to be funny and to bring us closer, not this." Turning around on her heel, she got into her apartment, leaving Yoongi behind, staring at her door.

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"Again." Spin, left arm up, spin back, right thigh on hip, pause to breathe. "Again!" Was all what Hoseok could say about Yoongi and Y/N. Why? Because something happened to them. He couldn't feel the connection between them anymore and it wasn't a good sign. The choreography contained a lot of touchy moments between them exactly because Hoseok wanted to help them realise how they can't ignore what they were feeling, for so long. But everything turned out to be a mess. Hoseok watched as Y/N was avoiding Yoongi's stares, him rolling his eyes at her and just continuing their choreo without paying too much attention.

"Pause, everyone." He said, sighing. "Y/N, Yoongi, come here." Yoongi watched as Y/N was already in the other corner of the room, beside her bag, laughing and playing around with Jungkook. She turned around waving at him, while making her way towards the two other males. "Yes, Hobi??" She said, ignoring the death glare Yoongi was giving her. "I don't know what is happening with you two, but you gotta stop it. You two looked like a real couple while dancing and now you look like one of you murdered the other one's hamster in sleep, or something like that. I suggest you to resolve the problem between you two, because tomorrow we have the first day of filming for the video." And with that, he left the studio, disappointment written on his face.

Y/N didn't like the fact she disappointed him. She stared at Yoongi up and down, then turned around on one heel, only for him to catch her elbow. She stared at him over the shoulder. "What?" She asked, trying to sound indifferent. "I don't like that guy. Jungkook." He confessed, making her scoff. "Of course you don't. He's charismatic, a good person, taller." Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "Watch it, little kitten." He mumbled. "Or else what?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. The tension started to build up between them, once more. But before Yoongi could react...

"Y/N-ah? Are you ready??" It was Jungkook, again. Y/N stared at Yoongi, taking his hand off of her elbow slowly, even if every cell of her body was screaming for him and his warm touch. "Yes, Jungkookie. Good bye, Mr. Min." She said, before leaving him there, once more, for that man. That night he couldn't sleep. It was obvious that Y/N was mad on him and she had her own reasons. He got so busy with this collaboration that he forgot to spend time with her. All of these after he cuddled and kissed her at him chest an entire night. He went to sleep swearing he will make up with her tomorrow.

Only if... she wasn't dressed up like this. Yoongi's jaw dropped. Y/N was breath taking again. He knew she wanted to change her style, but didn't expect this to come. He never expected her to come dressed up into a little black dress, which was so tight on her body, embracing her voluptuous hips and breasts. The matching black YSL heels she was wearing, were so delicate and were completing her outfit perfectly. The skirt of the dress was reaching one palm downer than her bottom, letting exposed more skin than she ever showed. Yoongi could feel not only the pulse of his heart, but the pulse of his dick into his pants, as well. He wanted to ravage her. To compliment her, while kissing her exposed thighs. He wanted to make sure she knows he loves her, that he apreciates her. "Are you gonna stare at her the whole day or let me finish your make up?" Taehyung asked, holding a make up brush close of Yoongi's face. "Huh?" He asked, staring at Taehyung, which giggled and rolled his eyes, chowing on his bubble gum. "As if you don't know what's my job in here, Yoongi-ssi. Let me do you make up for the video and after that you can go devour her, alright, tiger?" Yoongi narrow his eyes at Taehyung, but allowed him to do his job. He was sure the make up will be as gorgeous as usual.

Taehyung was applying the ladt touch of make up, when he saw Yoongi suddently jumping into his legs, eyes fixed on something or someone. "Oh no." Taehyung said. Jungkook was doing the choreo with Y/N. His veiny and huge arm was wrapped around her thigh, pulling her closer of him. As much as Yoongi hated to admit, they looked like a real couple like that. He made his was towards them. "Here come the problems..." Jungkook mumbled, letting go of Y/N.

"Hyund let me explain" the younger one said, seeing Yoongi's red of anger face. But he wasn't staring at him, his eyew piercing Y/N, who wasn't daring to stare back at him, chewing on her lip. "Not now, Jeon Jungkook. We'll talk later. But for today, the fiming is canceled." He demanded, pulling Y/N with him, by her wrist, out of the building.

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The door slammed after them. The next thing Y/N knew was the coldness of the wall behind her thin outfit. She was so wrong in trying to piss Yoongi off. But same time, it was only his fault that she was so sad these days, only because he gave her fake hopes and seemed to not care about her in that way anymore.

So she thought of showing him what he is losing. She appeared dressed up like that and asked Jungkook to do the choreography with her, under the reason of helping her improve. What she didn't expect was this to happen. Her, caught between Yoongi's hot body and the cold wall, her thighs wrapped around his waist, her hands into his mint hair. She couldn't even remember when did she burry her fingers into the softness of his locks, or when he pulled her legs up from the ground to wrap them around his tiny waist.

"Did you dress up like this so he can stare at your ass?!" He growled lowly, grabing a hold of your ass, squeezing the flesh and making you moan on his hair. Well, maybe it was a bad idea to flirt back to Jungkook. But it wasn't fair. If Yoongi can flirt and go out with another girl, she can too. And they weren't even officially together.

"Does it even matter?! It doesn't look like you gave a fuck about me these past days!" She snapped back, making Yoongi wrap his veiny hand around her fragile throat. She widened her eyes, the palm of his hand squeezing her neck, taking some of her air away. "Mmm..." she moaned, out of suddent, a blush creeping on her cheeks, a curse in her mind, for allowing herself to moan.

"Watch it, little slut." He whispered lowly, sounding like a predathor. His face was so close of hers she could feel his hot breath on on her cheek. "An angel like you isn't allowed to say filthy words like these ones." With another frown, she crossed her arms. "M-Maybe I wanted to stop being this angel. Maybe I wanted to be hot and sexy. Maybe I wanted everyone to see I can be more." She said, almost whispering the last part, staring away of him.

Yoongi's heart skipped a bit, hearing her words. He knew very well what she was feeling because of her shitty ex. and he couldn't like the idea of her thinking like that. An idea popped into his mind, making him stroke her jaw with his big thumb, gently turning her face towards him. He fixed her with a soft, yet so imposing stare, making her melt and shiver at the same time.

"My little babygirl wants to be a little slut, huh?" He whispered, using his raspy voice. She wasn't ever into these kind of nicknames and it's not even like her ex was something else, but a vanilla peasant, who liked her riding him and ocassionally missionary. The guy was literally so boring. But she couldn't deny the way Yoongi's raspy voice while calling her 'little slut' was appealing.

When he pulled away, she whimpered , feeling the loss of his hot body pressed on hers.  Yoongi cowed an eyebrow, smirking. "What was that, princess?" He asked, obviosly rethorical. She looked away, heated cheeks appearing. Yoongi let a low chuckle to escape him. He disappeared on his hallway, leaving her behind, confused. "Don't move from there, Y/N!" He warned, voice coming from his bedroom. She nodded then, face palming, when she realised he can't see her. "Y-Yes, Yoongi." She murmured.

Coming back from his bedroom, holding something behind him, the mint haired man devilishly smirked, coming closer and closer, making her back off. Oh god, he looked huge. He was shirtless now, allowing her to see his abdominal defined muscles and pectorals, moving under his silk like skin. Her stare trailed down his strong arms, salivating at the sight of his veins. He was like a predathor and he was coming from her.

"Where are you going, little kitten?" He asked and she almost moaned. Oh, how much she loved it. Kitten. But, wouldn't it sound better having "my" in front? She shook her head, refusing to look him into his eyes. She was now beside the couch, her calfs hitting the back of it. Yoongi stopped in front of her, his leather boots tips, pressed against the tips of her own, black high heels.  "I asked you something, pet." He growled, holding her waist woth one strong arm, bringing their bodies closer, faces centimeters away. "Look at me, baby." He whispered, in a seductive way. She bit her bottom lip, staring into his eyes. God, he was so charming. The way his lips were forming that usual smirk on hie beautiful face, the way his eyes were shinning with pure desire and lust, soon with adoration, to the way his thin silver necklace was shimmering into the light of his apartment. Everything about him was mesmerizing. He was like a spider and she was the fly from his web. Caught.

That's why when he demanded her to kneel in front of him, she didn't waste a second before her knees hit the clear wood of his floor. Staring up at him, she softly blinked, giving him big doe eyes, waiting for the new comand. Yoongi groaned. "Fuck, Y/N, if you keep on giving me these doe eyes of yours, staring at me like that, in such a shameless position, I am gonna cum into my boxers, I swear!" He confessed, making her cheeks flush even more, but same time, a proud feeling to grow inside of her chest. "Is that so, Yoongi?" She asked, using a honey like voice. The next thing she knew, was his veiny hand wrapped around her throat, once more that night, choking her hard. She gasped for air, eyes wide opened, her smaller hand wrapping around his wrist. "It's daddy for you, little one." He demanded, making her heart flutter and her cunt to clench around nothing.

To be honest, even if he was mad because that Jungkook guy touched her and he was supposed to punish her, he couldn't not think of her limits. He knew such a shitty ex. she had, so he doesn't want anything else but to love, apreciate and pleasure her. But, when he saw the sparkle from her eyes at the hear of the D word, his half hard cock almost twitched into his pants. "Yes, daddy!" She said, a smile spreading on her beautiful face. ('cause you're beautiful ♡) He almost laughed, she was so cute. How was he able to punish her now?! Letting go of her throat, he trailed his fingers up her neck and jaw, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb. He watched her pocking her pink tongue out, to touch the tip of it. Yoongi shivered, feeling the coldness of her saliva on his digit. He closed his eyes when she took the small length of his thumb into her mouth. Feeling the warmth of it, he couldn't stop imagining how would he feel if that was his dick instead of his finger.

He could feel the precum, leaking down on his cock, wetting the dark material of his Calvin Klein boxers. Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but almost moaned out loud when he felt her cheek stroking on his cock, through his pants. Exactly like a kitten. "Damn it, you're such a baby. Wanting daddy's cock so much to actually end up stroking your cheek on it, knowing you don't deserve to have it between your pretty lips yet?" He teased. Her eyes fluttered shut, a new wave oh heat reaching her already dripping cunt. She never belived someome can make her this wet only by some dirty talk. And she knew Yoongi will tease her about that. And honestly she couldn't wait for him to undress her and feel her wetness on his own fingers. Oh how she would lick them clean if he wanted that. He got her so submissive and only by demanding her to call him a specific nickname and restricting her movements. But could she complain about that? No. She wanted him, ever since he first kissed her, ever since he comforted her that that when her ex showed up and he kicked his ass, then he hold her into his arms while she was crying. He was careful and kindly with her, she liked him a lot and she hoped he does the same, because she was willing to obey him like a good girl.

She stared at his left hand, her eyes widening. He was holding a belt, his own belt and a pair of cat ears. He scoffed, amused by her reaction. With determination, he wrapped the belt around her neck, tighting it, to make her gasp for air. He softly placed the ears on her hair."Look at me!" He said, pulling the belt so she was staring up at him, her hands resting on his thighs. She stared up at him with teary eyes. "Fuck..." he cursed under his breath. He mentally thanked that fan who once gave him these cat ears.

"Can't anymore, kitten."  He hissed, staring to go to his bathroom,pulling on the belt, forcing Y/N to walk behind him, in all fours. She whimpered when he stopped and sat himself on bed, his bulge visible. She licked her lips, reaching down between her thighs, her clit aching for so pressure. "Tsk, tsk!" He said, pulling on the belt back, completly taking her air, the other hand fisting her hair, throwing it back so she will look into hid eyes. "After this, Y/N, you'll be all mine. Don't touch what is mine. Fuck, you were all mine since the beginning." He growled, kissing her hard. Millions of butterflies filled up her stomach, while her heart started to beat faster.

She was quick to answer him, parting her lips for taking his tongue into her mouth, welcoming it with hers. The kiss was sweet, but still had notes of possessiviness. Their tongue danced together, tasting each other's mouths. His huge hand was cupping her smooth cheek. Pulling her between his spreaded thighs, the hand holding her hair went down to smack her exposed ass, causing the sound of skin on skin to echo the room's walls. A silent scream coming from her was absorbed by his mouth still devouring hers. Another smack, followed by another one and another five, making her moan into his mouth. "At least this short black dress you chose is good for something else than capturing that fanboy's stares!" He pointed out, smacking her already red ass cheek once more.

When he considered it was enough, he was quickly to unbotton his black suit pants. Y/N was starting to get dizzy, but oh how she didn't mind being choked to death by him. But Yoongi pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. She stared up at him. The devil himself was staring down at her, a huge smirk playing on his face. She blushed, bitting her swollen lips, eyes trailing way to what his hands were doing. She gulped down, mouth watering of the sight of his cock. It was hard, the vein of it poking out, making her imagine how it would feel under her tongue. The mushroom head of it was red, almost purple, begging to be sucked on, precum leaking down his length, who, to be honest, wasn't a small one.

"D-Daddy..." she whispered, whimpering when he strated to pumo it up and down with his right fist. "Yes, princess?" He asked, amused by the way her eyes were following his every move. "C-Can your princess suck you off, please, daddy?" She asked, using her softly voice, because she knew such an effect it has on her daddy. When he pressed the tip of it on her lips, she didn't waste time, she sucked the tip of it hard, swirling her tongue around it. Yoongi's hips jolted up, making his cock aventurate further into her mouth. He groaned, loving the way it felt. She looked up at him, raising her eyebrows, wanting to pull back, for enjoying this moment as much as she could. But Yoongi pulled on the belt around her neck, pulling her further on his length. The tip of it reached the back of her throat. She closed her eyes tight, gagging around it, not expecting it so deep that quickly.

"Fuck..." he moaned lowly, keeping her head to his base. "Take it all, like a good kitten, baby." He said, keeping her head to his base, nose pressed against his pelvis, until her throat stopped squeezing around it. "Good girl." He moaned once more, slowly rolling his hips in and out, forcing her to suck his member.  "Hips up, babydoll."

Raising her hips up, she moaned when his hand reached down to her wetness. When he hummed in aprovement, she stared up at him, blushing once more that night. "Such a dripping little cunt we have here. Should I take care of you, little one?" He asked, rethoricay. She tried her best to nod her head.

Sucking harder on his long member, she closed her eyes, moaning around it when he ripped her lace panties and two of his digits entered her cunt. Her walls clenched around them, causing him to almost cum into her mouth. He slowly started to pump his fingers in and out of her, tessing her tight hole, enjoying the way her walls were squeezing them.

She moaned, tears wetting her cheeks. When she felt like the pleasure couldn't reach a bigger level, he burried them deepr, curling them straight on her g-spot. With wide eyes, she tried to pull away, expecting him to stop her, but, apparently he was too busy with playing with her clenching hole. Y/N gasped for air, loud moans coming from her lips. Rolling her hips to get more pleasure, she started to feel her orgasm aproching. Another series of his fingers thrusts into her cunt, bruishing over her sweet spot and caressing her warm walls plush the feeling of his dick twitching into her mouth, caused her core to spasm, her first orgasm that night washing over her, thighs shaking, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"In all fours." He simply said, not giving her time to calm down.  At this point, all she wanted to do was to cum and make him cum. Y/N crawled on the bed, in all fours, under the stare of the mint haired man. "Good girl." He praised her, planting a kiss on her wet pussy, making her jump. He chuckled lowly. She heard the sound of a pack being opened and when she turned her head towards him, she saw him wrapping a condom aroubd his hard cock. He winked at her, making her turn her head again. 

"You ready, baby?"  He asked, pressing his lips on her spine, while unzipping her black dress. She shivered, nodding her head, only for him to pull on her hair, throwing her head back. "Answer me, kitten!" He hissed into her ear. "Y-Yes, daddy!" She whimpered, tears forming to the corners of her eyes.

A short scream coming from her, a low and long groan coming from him, both echoed the room, when he entered her wet cunt. He pushed down to base, leaving her time to get used with his size, busying himself by caressing her belly and pressing kisses on her bare spine. She moaned, her walls squeezing his cock desperately.

"D-Daddy...feels so good. Please..." she begged, making him press a kiss on her head. "Yeah?" He asked, rolling his hips, causing his dick to slip between her walls, deeper. She moaned, closing her eyes. "Y-Yes. I feel so full." She mumbled, moaning loud when he started to buckle his hips in and out of her, keeping a fast peace. The way he was making her feel was almost too much to take. She never felt this stretched out like now, with his cock pushing in and out her princess parts. The knot into her belly was fastly forming once more, making her moans to grow louder and louder. Slipping her dress off of her shoulders, she took his hands and pressed them against her breasts.

Yoongi groaned, squeezing the soft flesh into his hands, rubbing and pinching the buds betweem his thumbs and index fingers, making her whine in both pleasure and pain. "You're so perfect, babygirl..." he whispered, pushing her flat on bed, spreading her thighs with his own ones, a new angle that gave him a better acces to her g-spot. Yoongi's peace slowed down, his movements becoming sloppier and sloppier. Short but deep thrusts, accompanied with sinful hip rolls, were making Y/N's head grow light. "O-Oh, d-daddy...am gonna cum..." she warned. Kissing her temple, he took her hands and tangled their fingers with his. "Cum for daddy, my love..."

He sound of  him calling her his love, the moans and heavy breaths he was making into her ear, the praises and kisses he left on her skin, all of them made the knot inside her belly explode, sending her over the edges of pleasure. 

"Yoongi-ah!" She screamed, her body shaking under him, cunt clenching hard, making it hard for him to move anymore, forcing his own orgasm to vanish over him. He burried his face into her shoulder, bitting the skin of it and then kissing it, muttering a "mine". He remained there, cheek pressed against her spine, thumbs gently stroking her hands, until their breaths became regular again.

"Yoongi?" She asked, making him humm in response. "I love you." She mumbled, making his heart beat faster and his belly to fill up with butterflies. "I love you too, my little kitten." He whispered, kissing her temple, rolling on one side and pulling her to his chest, for spooning her.

After some minutes of silence, when he thought she's already fallen asleep, she asked. "Yoongi?" "Yes, my love?" He whispered, resting his cheek on hers.

"I think the collaboration will work well now." She said, making him laugh.

Author's note: hi, my lovelies! I am finally back! I moved to online school so I hope I'll have more time to wrote now! I know I posted this ff one month later than expected, but I really had no time to edit it. I even deleted parts and rewritten it so yeah. Anyway! It's here now, please enjoy!!!! Thank you, @milktaetae95 for your patience!!!💜 I hope you enjoy it!

#bts #yoongi smut #yoongi × reader #agust d character #idols collaboration themes #model!jin #manager!namjoon #makeupartist!taehyung #kendotrainer!jimin #fanboy!jungkook #danceteacher!hoseok #dom yoongi #sub reader #don't repost or copy my work

[reversemoon255]

(From September 2020 to February 2021, I worked on a Pokémon themed Dungeons and Dragons campaign for a few friends. We didn’t get very far, but I put a significant amount of work into the world, story, and several Pokémon that would appear throughout, including an original set of starters. I want to to leave some record of my work, so I thought I’d write a few summary posts. And while I designed these Pokémon, their fantastic art was done by @extyrannomon on Twitter. I highly recommend you check them out.)

Dungeons 'n' Dragonites - Phase 1: Hello Stelopy City

Our story starts in Stelopy City, located in the Wellou Region. We get a brief introduction from DJ Tomomitsu, a radio host, before each player got their own brief story segments. Our first player was Ethan, as aspiring chef, who lived on campus at his high school. Ethan was approached by one of his dorm mates with a favor (to get him out of the building), as well as having an attractive girl meandering around the kitchen (if he wished to try flaunting his culinary skills). He would then get to choose to either finish up his side-quest or go to the local fisher's market, with him transitioning between those locations taking him to the area where he would meet his starter Pokémon:

"As you enter the alleyway, the walls are covered floor-to-ceiling in moss that seem to appear as soon as the shadows overtake the sunlight. The farther you walk, the more weeds you see popping through the cracks. Once you reach the half-way point, you come to a small open space. With the sunlight now flickering down through the plants brave enough to venture off the verdant walls, the entire area shines a bright, emerald green. In the center of this area is a decently sized fountain. It's no longer flowing, but there's a decent amount of rain water filling it up close to the brim. As you approach it, even through the murky iridescent waters, you can see a thick, fuzzy amount of lichen growing all throughout the inside of the basin. As you pass by the fountain, you hear an audible sploosh. Do you turn around? (Y/N)"

There he would meet the first of our new Starter, the Grass-Type Flymph. I kept it secret that I was doing original Starters. Part of my personal excitement in planning everything was the eventual reveal of these designs I had created. Kept me going when things started feeling like a grind.

Our second player, Johnny, started off at home, woken by his father asking him to run an errand. After being able to talk to his family a bit, he proceeded to a somewhat beaten-up house on the edge of the Pokémon-overrun abandoned district where he would receive some boat parts before leaving and the sidewalk underneath him collapses. Stumbling around the abandoned subway tunnels for a bit, he would run into our second Starter, the Fire-Type Calfyre.

Johnny's player wanted to become an entertainer, which didn't give me a lot to work session one, so a lot of his opener was focused on expanding the world and giving everyone an idea of areas they would be exploring later.

Third was Orion who had a quiet morning at home before being provoked via text messages from his siblings to chase down a mysterious "Wailord in a Top Hat." This pursuit would also lead him to the fisher's market and the nearby docks, where, after just catching sight of his quarry, he would encounter the Water-Starter Squisque.

Orion's player wanted a lot of his story to be based on his relationship with his father, so most of his opening was based on reinforcing his family dynamic. Not home, everyone’s busy, focus on work. This particular Saturday was strange in that Orion didn’t have anything going on.

Our last player was Arthur, who also lived on campus. While our other three players started their segments in bed, Arthur was playing lacrosse. After having an opportunity to show off (or fail), he would be told by a friend that he had upset his girlfriend that morning (kitchen girl from Ethan's story), and needed Arthur to pick up her favorite dessert while he attempted to woo her for the rest of the day. After doing so (while being given a chance to explore some of the local stores) he encountered a hungry Houndoom who proceeds to chase him up a fire escape. Once up there he encountered our final Starter, the Fairy-Type Utaw.

After each player met their Starters, they would have a brief tutorial battle against three Pokémon they were advantageous against before running into each other, and were subsequently arrested for "stealing" Pokémon, which would cap session one.

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Let's talk design. Stelopy City is loosely based on Chicago, is a portmanteau of "Steel Canopy," and Wellou is a joke on Illinois. The vast majority of the campaign was to take place in this location. Most of my players had very busy schedules (so busy it took us three sessions to get through the above opener), so DJ Tomomitsu was a way for me to easily start each session with a list of things to do (side-quests), and they as a group could decide which they were the most interested in based on time. Tomomitsu himself was based on DJ Sagara from Kamen Rider Gaim, with Tomomitsu being the name of the actor who played him.

As for the starters, I tried to stick to the reoccurring themes we’ve seen over the past 8 Generations. Flymph's name is a portmanteau of Dragonfly, Errol Flynn, and Nymph (the larval form of a Dragonfly). He's meant to be a special attacker, but, like an early DND Wizard, doesn't have access to a lot of them so he brandishes his sword-like arms to intimidate his foes instead. His diet consists entirely of lichens, algae, and similar flora, storing them in his transparent stomach pouches, and can be seen sunbathing in the water, belly up, feeding the plant matter the sunlight they need to grow. He also does not like Bug-Types, and isn’t Bug himself because of Grass/Bug’s myriad of weaknesses (for balancing), plus he changes Types after his first evolution. The theme of Grass Starters is extinction, which won’t become clear until his final evolution, but you may be able to guess how he relates.

Fire Starters are themed after the Chinese Zodiac, and of the remaining four yet to be used (including Snake, Ram, and Horse), I went with Ox. Calfyre's name is a play on Calf and Fire, and is meant to play like a Barbarian. When it comes to personality he's very timid and unsure of himself like a first-time DND player might be acting in a group. Unlike most Fire-Types, Calfyre lacks a Flame Sac. Instead, his spiral horns are filled with a freon-like liquid that, when swirled, rapidly absorbs energy from the air, which he uses for attacks. This chills the air around him, and makes him one of the few Fire-Types that are cold to the touch. Which sucks, because he’s a snugly sleeper.

Water Starters are usually themed after a weapon or character class. This usually shows in the later evolutions, but it's pretty obvious Squisque (a portmanteau of Squirt, Squire, and Bisque) is themed off a lance and shield. He's a paladin in both role and personality, charging in at the slightest sign of trouble, even if there isn't any real danger. It's the typical non-nuanced idea of what people think when they hear "Paladin." He was to a degree supposed to play a catalyst role, charging into situations the players may not want to in order to force them into helping people or combat if need be. He was also the first design I settled on, being based on an old Kaijin idea I had of a lobster-knight using its asymmetrical claws as different medieval weapons.

Utaw is unique, not just in that he was a fourth or Fairy Starter, but in conception. I was only supposed to have three players, but ended up with four. As such, his design is responsive to the others. Why a dinosaur? Because I had a mammal, crustacean, and bug, was unsure if I wanted a bird or reptile, and decided to meet half-way. Why is he Fairy? Because it has very little interaction with Fire, Water, and Grass, while still having defined weaknesses and resistances to certain types. (Also, this player wanted a Dragon-Type.) He’s based on a Utahraptor, hence the name, and is misspelled to include “Claw” or “Caw.” He’s meant to play team Bard, and uses sound moves. As for personality, he's a bit of a birdbrain who enjoys fighting. Not maliciously; it’s just fun, again acting like a new DND player who’s more interested in combat than role playing.

The idea with the personalities was that each Pokémon was supposed to start out like a rookie DND player on their first campaign. Not knowing how to play their class, being uncomfortable acting in front of a group, leaning too hard into your role without bending, or just fighting everything you see without diplomacy. It felt like a fun extra layer to each of these Pokémon that tied them just as much into the DND side of things as the Pokémon.

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Back to our story, after being briefly detained (mostly as an excuse to give the players time to introduce themselves to each other, something my DMs have struggled with), they meet Professor(-in-training) Bianca. The four Pokémon had been found by Silph Co., and had decided to donate them to the Unovan Pokémon Research Lab. However, after seeing the Pokémon interacting with these people, Bianca decides to give them up instead. "Pokémon should be with people," after all.

I had three side quests set up following this (after they all go to the DMV to get their Trainer's licenses). The first was a general "there's wild Pokémon here" quest where they could train and catch things. There was a sale at the mall where they could get some cheap held items and have their first trainer battle, and an event at the fisher's market where they could win some free items and would lead into their first dungeon.

The dungeon was what I was hoping they would pick, and would have them chase a group of Poipole through a warehouse, with them having different battles if they chose to enter from the front or the back. After defeating them, the Poipole would be sucked through a spontaneously generating Ultra Wormhole, with a high enough perception check revealing a strange laugh, or on a 20 have them catch a glimpse of a grey Charizard O_O

From there it was a matter of coming up with (or possibly recycling unused) side-quests until we reached the point where the Starters were about to evolve. I had a few things planned; introductions to a few reoccurring NPCs, a field trip to the local museum where they would be able to catch a Yamask (and possibly learn something about the origins of their Starters), and a raid battle against a group of Onix who would recur through the campaign.

The end of Phase 1 would come about with another dungeon. In the middle of the night, Ethan and Arthur would be awoken by their Pokémon to a group of Durant having busted through the floor of the dorm and raiding their kitchen. Easily driving them off, their Pokémon would encourage them to pursue. Later, full party in toe, the four of them would explore the Duranthill. There would be a number of possible encounters, but only one mandatory fight before reaching the depths. In said encounter, while being surrounded by a group of Durant, they would receive unexpected help from this Pokémon:

With some interpretation, they would discover that this Princess Durant was afraid for the sake of her colony. A new queen had taken up residence there, and was commanding the Durant to attack the surface and steal food for her. With additional party member in toe, they would descend further with better direction, eventually discovering the lair of the Queen Durant...

#Pokemon #Dungeons and Dragons #DND #DND Homebrew #durant

[buckyisabigmood]

Basic Character Questions

First name? Hera

Surname? Kane (Murphy?)

Middle names? Lee

Nicknames? (Murphy?)

Date of birth? 9/24/02

Age? 18

 

Physical / Appearance

Height? 5'6"

Weight? 125lbs

Build? thin, muscular

Hair colour? dark brown, curly

Hair style? bun

Eye colour? grey

Eye Shape? almond

Glasses or contact lenses? reading glasses, night glasses

Distinguishing facial features? n/a

Which facial feature is most prominent? nose

Which bodily feature is most prominent? hair

Other distinguishing features? height

Skin? fair, tanning

Hands? average

Make up? occasional; sharp cat eye, foundation, dark lips, blush, dark eyeshadow

Scars? inner left bicep, mid back across spine, right wrist

Birthmarks? oval inside of right knee

Tattoos? various across entire body

Physical handicaps? bad right hip, fibromyalgia, migraines, chronic fatigue, overall worn joints

Type of clothes? men's button ups, men's dress clothes, vintage men's and women's attire

How do they wear their clothes? tucked in, loose fitting

What are their feet like? (type of shoes, state of shoes, socks, feet, pristine, dirty, worn, etc) callused feet, hammer toes. men's shoes, 6in heels, oxfords, good quality

Race / Ethnicity? caucasian, Irish heritage

Mannerisms? leg bouncing, lip biting, sitting with leg propped, limp on right side

Are they in good health? no

Do they have any disabilities? not legally

 

Personality

What words or phrases do they overuse? like, probably, uh, I mean

Do they have a catchphrase? indeed

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? pessimist, though tries to encourage optimism in others

Are they introverted or extroverted? ambivert

Do they ever put on airs? no

What bad habits do they have? zoning out, talking too fast, not sleeping, not eating enough, binge eating

What makes them laugh out loud? whose line, crush flattering them

How do they display affection? compliments, affectionate touches, mock insults

Mental handicaps? depression, anxiety, overthinking, slight adhd

How do they want to be seen by others? strong, confident, capable, protector

How do they see themselves? crippled, broken, worthless, challenged

How are they seen by others? stubborn, loud, capable, caring

Strongest character trait? unforgiving

Weakest character trait? impatience

How competitive are they? very

Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider? impulsive

How do they react to praise? hide away, deny it

How do they react to criticism? shamed, crying

What is their greatest fear? secrets being discovered

What are their biggest secrets? they are polyromantic greysexual, a feminist, have long term online friends, (hopefully) will soon be dating a woman, is an independent

What is their philosophy of life? do no harm but take no shit

When was the last time they cried? a week ago, having a mental breakdown

What haunts them? inevitability to disappoint their family and be disowned

What are their political views? independent, leaning left

What will they stand up for? the treatment of others

Who do they quote? carrie fisher, hozier, brie larson

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? both

What is their sinful little habit? listening/watching 'none christian' things

What sense do they most rely on? hearing

How do they treat people better than them? respect, positivity, optimism

How do they treat people worse than them? assuming the worst, judging, sarcasm

What quality do they most value in a friend? loyalty

What do they consider an overrated virtue? prudence

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be? physical strength

What is their obsession? swords, women

What are their pet peeves? incorrect animal care, being talked down to, loud chewing

What are their idiosyncrasies? doors must always be closed and locked, gets up two hours earlier than needed, will fall asleep if reading on the computer

 

Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of? big; mother, father, five older brothers, two older sisters, one younger sister, three nephews, two nieces, four aunts, five uncles, many cousins, two grandmothers, one grandfather

What is their perception of family? overrated; the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb

Do they have siblings? Older or younger? 8 siblings; five older brothers, two older sisters, one younger sister

Describe their best friend. the same as them. fight more than flight, major physical problems, mentally worn out, respect is given until proven undeserved, funny, caring, heart over head

Ideal best friend? see; best friend

Describe their other friends. overall kind, caring, considerate, musically talented, loud

Describe their acquaintances. annoyances, loud, bubbly, hyperactive

Do they have any pets? one dog, two horses, six sheep, many chickens, many snakes

Who are their natural allies? minorities, protectors, those who need protecting

Who are their surprising allies? church youth, some police, nurses

 

Past and Future

What was your character like as a baby? As a child? easygoing as a baby, wanting attention and to be part of older siblings' group as child

Did they grow up rich or poor? lower-middle class, wanting some but getting few

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected? nurtured physically, neglected emotionally

What is the most offensive thing they ever said? 'it is disgusting gay people can adopt' (a lie)

What is their greatest achievement? having the courage to come out to online friends

What was their first kiss like? n/a has not kissed anyone

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? thoughts of abandoning family

What are their ambitions? to marry someone they love, have a self built farm, foster teenagers, be a freelance artist

What advice would they give their younger self? don't give up, you are not an abomination for being attracted to women, do not tell youth leader about suicidal thoughts

What smells remind them of their childhood? homemade pizza, pines, dogs

What was their childhood ambition? to be a veterinarian

What is their best childhood memory? being with older siblings and hanging out with their friends

What is their worst childhood memory? figuring out they were polyromantic, the fear of being found out and disowned

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend? n/a

What past act are they most proud of? talking to other kids first

Has anyone ever saved their life? doctors; had major kindey infection at age of two, had major uti at age of eight

Strongest childhood memory? disappointing parents

 

Love

Do they believe in love at first sight? infatuation at first side, that may develop in to love

Are they in a relationship? working on asking a woman out

How do they behave in a relationship? caring, prioritizing spouse, lots of gifts

When did you character last have sex?

n/a, does not desire sex

What sort of sex do they have? n/a

Has your character ever been in love? currently in love

Have they ever had their heart broken? no. has ghosted a fuckboy and thought they had broken his heart

 

Conflict

How do they respond to a threat? defensive, posturing, threatening

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? fists

What is your character’s kryptonite? children, sob stories

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? electronics

How do they perceive strangers? men are possible threats, women are in danger

What do they love to hate? disney villains

What are their phobias? aquaphobia, entomophobia, atychiphobia

What is their choice of weapon? longsword

What living person do they most despise? larry nassar

Have they ever been bullied or teased? yes

Where do they go when they’re angry? bathroom, bedroom, outside

Who are their enemies and why? n/a, enemies are unknown

 

Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job? apprentice horse trainer and farm hand

What do they think about their current job? too physically taxing, worsens already poor physical condition

What are some of their past jobs? n/a

What are their hobbies? reading, writing, drawing, video games, research on medieval times, watching tv, movies, youtube

Educational background? homeschooled highschool graduate

Intelligence level? low, cannot do simple math, does not know history

Do they have any specialist training? n/a

Do they have a natural talent for something? art, slightly

Do they play a sport? Are they any good? equestrian sports, intermediate

What is their socioeconomic status? low social status, seen as unlikeable, n/a economic status

 

Favourites

What is their favourite animal? wolves

Which animal to they dislike the most? insects

What place would they most like to visit? mountains of utah

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? mountains

What is their favourite song? in a week by hozier

Music, art, reading preferred? alternative, metal, emo music. realistic, stylised, comic-esque art. fantasy, medieval, adventure, action books.

What is their favourite colour? black, blood red

What is their password? "I love you for who you are"

Favourite food? steak, homemade rolls, pizza, salad

What is their favourite work of art? women with umbrellas, reunited

Who is their favourite artist? mambo

What is their favourite day of the week? friday

 

Possessions

What is in their fridge? frozen pizzas, salad stuff, soda, beer, snacks

What is on their bedside table? mace, a notebook and pen, phone, cologne, empty cans

What is in their car? mask, air freshener, large knife, window breaker, charger

What is in their bin? candy wrappers, cans, bottles

What is in their purse or wallet? pepper spray, bible, book, keys, pen, pencil, mints

What is in their pockets? knife, carmex

What is their most treasured possession? their truck

 

Spirituality

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel? Gabriel

Do they believe in the afterlife? Yes

What are their religious views? non-denominational Christianity

What do they think heaven is? where there is no pain, or hurt, where you can be with your loved ones (including pets) for eternity without getting tired of their company

What do they think hell is? suffering, eternal torment, both physical and psychological pain

Are they superstitious? no

What would they like to be reincarnated as? a sandcat

How would they like to die? by sword

What is your character’s spirit animal? house cat

What is their zodiac sign? libra

 

Values

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? rape, mutilation, taking away loved ones

What is their view of ‘freedom’? being able to do as you like, as long as it does not harm others

When did they last lie? earlier in the day

What’s their view of lying? not necessarily good, but needed on some occasions for safety

When did they last make a promise? tonight, promising to get a full night's sleep

Did they keep or break their last promise? break it

 

Daily life

What are their eating habits? hectic- binge eating one day and eating nothing the next. usually eating on impulse rather than specific times

Do they have any allergies? lactose, sulfa

Describe their home. medium sized, lots of storage space, including many closets. an organized mess, knowing where everything is exactly without putting it away, unless it is clothing

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? somewhere in the middle, though leaning towards clutter hoarder. loves collecting shot glasses

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? get dressed, feed the animals, have breakfast

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? eat pizza, hang out with friends or family, watch a movie

What do they do on a Friday night? drink with friends at home, hang out

What is the soft drink of choice? dr pepper

What is their alcoholic drink of choice? whiskey

 

Miscellaneous

What is their character archetype? The Trickster

Who is their hero? Gal Gadot, Gideon the Ninth

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? Gideon the Ninth

Are they comfortable with technology? somewhat

If they could save one person, who would it be? Hozier

If they could call one person for help, who would it be? best friend

What is their favourite proverb? the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb

What is their greatest extravagance? clothes

What is their greatest regret? not being who their parents wanted them to be

What is their perception of redemption? if you truly change and do your best, most everything is redeemable, but there are some things which can never be forgiven

What would they do if they won the lottery? buy a cottage, clothes, animals, and put some into savings

What is their favourite fairytale? the three bears, by robert southey

What fairytale do they hate? the little mermaid (original)

Do they believe in happy endings? yes

What is their idea of perfect happiness? being loved, loving others, and being content with what you have

What would they ask a fortune teller? will they find a spouse who loves them wholeheartedly?

If your character could travel through time, where would they go? the 1830s, dressed as a man and supporting women, whom know they are a women themselves

What sport do they excel at? n/a

What sport do they suck at? all. unable to do physical sports

If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? super strength

#character sheet #but like #me #I'm the character #some of it is for my current situation #and some is what I hope to happen in the future #not gonna tell you what parts what tho

[catpella]

character plotting I’ve done during the workday has mostly been  trying to nail down a little bit of backstory for my chars, such as where they’re from and a little bit about what they do. If not their One Canon Class, at least a little about their training, or hobbies, or something. And also figuring out how my PCs know each other, because I like the idea of giving them some interconnections.

Valle grew up in a little fishing enclave. Though she loves the rhythms of a life next to the sea, she knew she didn’t want to be a simple fisher her whole life - she wanted magic and bladework and to try her hand at a cosmopolitan life. She knows Limsa Lominsa best and considers it home, though she’s just coming back after some time spent in Gridania learning leatherworking from the Guild there. While she makes serviceable adventurer’s leather gear for herself and her friends, her interest and specialty is in leather gear for Personal Games instead.

Rezia had a slave or servitude background. Maybe she was captured by pirates, maybe she did gladitorial-style combat, maybe she was a laborer, maybe she was born into it. She earned her freedom from it with her fists and vowed, ‘never again’. (Whether she freed herself all alone, or if some other adventurers were involved in coming into the zone and she took advantage of the chaos to start swinging, I dunno.)

I love chocobo racing so I’ve decided one of my characters is heavily involved with chocobos. Maybe a  chocobo jockey, or maybe a breeder and trainer. Thinking about who’s best for it.

I’m kind of leaning towards it being Lyall, the half-breed child of a merchant house. Maybe his family wasn’t just gender-unsupportive, maybe they wanted him to be a good merchant boy of good class and breeding, and maybe his desire to be a jockey or a breeder and work with his hands and in the greens and the dung and with the animals was unpopular, so he just...ran away to do it. On the other hand I’m looking at Aislona and imagining her being a gentle giant who Looks intimidating and is actually just a sweetheart who loves her chocobos more than anything and will fight viciously to defend the chocobo farm. Hmm.

#cat's ocs #ffxiv ocs #cat vs ffxiv #valle serreta #rezia celestre #not tagging lyall or aislona until i decide who's involved with the 'bos

[escapistcatontheinternet]

TAZ Suburban AU

Faerun is the very picture of a suburb, the kind of place with white picket fences, a good school district, and a certain peace that comes with all of these kinds of areas. Or at least it seems like it. Gosh darn it, these newer generations just can’t figure this domestic bliss thing out, huh?

The Burnsides Family

Consists of Magnus and Julia Burnsides, Julia’s father Steven Waxman, their fish Steven, and a baby on the way

They had to move from their old town, Raven’s Roost, due to gang violence

Magnus works as a carpenter and handyman. At first, he scared off his neighbors with his stature, but he’s probably one of the friendliest people you’ll meet

Julia tried to fit in with the other women in the area, but after she realized they were fucking boring, and after they realized she couldn’t cook for shit anytime they had a potluck, she kind of stopped

Magnus got a fish because their old place didn’t allow dogs, and now he owns him

also, he basically owns Lucretia’s dog, Fisher

The Bluejeans Family

Consists of Dr. Lup and Dr. Barry Bluejeans, and one reluctant Taako

Lup pretended to be normal for about five seconds, then she blew the grill up in the backyard. She works in chemical engineering

Taako feels kind of shitty on impeding on Lup’s life because his boyfriend and business partner dumped him, but Lup insisted

He’s working as a math tutor at the nearby school, but he’s working on setting up a bakery in town

Magnus for deffo sure is one of the people helping him with renovations

The PTA members fluctuate between wanting to fire him for teaching their children those words and encouraging fighting, but also he’s a good fucking teacher and have you had his macarons, Jane?

They live next to Susan, a devout Catholic and right bitch

Everyone thinks that Barry is the normal one of the family, a respectable doctor and such, but at the house-warming party Susan fainted because she found a preserved brain in the fridge whilst snooping. He’s a forensic scientist.

The McDonald Family

Consists of Kravitz McDonald and his son Angus McDonald. His mothers, Istus and Raven McDonald, live next door.

Their house is known as ‘that creepy black house’ due to a bet Kravitz lost that caused him to paint his house, and Kravitz never really got to changing it (he likes it but won’t admit it)

They own a family-run Private Investigator service

Barry probably works with them sometimes

Angus is Taako’s favorite student and a kid prodigy already in high school at ten years old

Is also fully aware that his adopted father has a crush on Taako, fully encourages it

Is it for the cookies? Yes. Yes, it is.

The Fangbattle Family

Consists of Carey and Killian Fangbattle. The Hogsbottom Three and Hathaway Redcheek live next-door.

Killian worked as a bodyguard and now she works as a personal trainer. Carey was prob on American Ninja Warrior and does parkour stuff and posts it on YouTube (also m a y b e she did a jewel heist bc suburban secret master thief lesbians? Mhmm)

Jeremy ‘Scales’  Fangbattle lives next door with his wife, son, and of course his two roommates bc they’re all disasters and you can fight me on this.

They do have a successful band, with Jeremy on the guitar, Tanzer on the violin, and Lucian on drums

The Ipre Apartment Complex

Merle saved up for a long time to get a nice, normal, non-mobile apartment so he could see his kids more

He owns a flower shop and probably also teaches a bible study class

he’s all the kids favorite

Lucretia lives alone with her dog and owns a bookstore downtown

she started a book club/gossip circle with a ‘no narcs allowed’ policy

it consists of Julia, Lup, Carey, Sloane, Cassidy, Taako, and Angus

Davenport is the landlord

He and Merle are both vets and they prob deffo sure bond over that (bond~~~~~)

He’s super chill and probably lets way too much shit fly

owns a boat

BONUS:

Avi and Johann live together in the apartment complex. Avi is studying for a degree in mechanics and drives for Uber. Johann is a budding musician and Lucretia’s dog sitter. (he’s very bitter that Fisher likes Magnus more than him)

Noelle also lives in the apartment complex. She does bio-tech

Hurley is a cop and Sloane owns a car shop. They help Merle run the community garden

Roswell is also a cop and everyone loves them

Cassidy is the mayor?

CAssidy is the mayor

June is Angus’ best friend and lives with her grandpa and her uncle Roswell

Ren works at Paloma’s coffee shop and one hundo percent is Taako’s business partner

John Hunger is some rich uy that lives in the rich part of the neighborhood and is set on returning the city back to its ‘original peace’

All of them say fuck your nuclear families

#taz #taz au #just me #i write? #taz human au #taz modern au

[sleemo]

How Kelly Marie Tran bonded with her castmates on The Last Jedi

She spent weekends watching movies with Mark Hamill and his family. She shared a trainer with Daisy Ridley, and eventually learned how to push a car. (“I’m serious! Little ol’ me.”)

But Tran found herself worrying; this was her first big gig and she was treading very carefully, often worried she might offend someone. Then she met Carrie Fisher.

“What a woman,” Tran nodded pointedly. “The best thing about Carrie that I witnessed was that she was just purely honest. No matter how messy that was, or how complicated that was.”

While Tran agonized over adhering to her trainer’s fitness regimen, Fisher showed up and walked the treadmill, sipping a Coke and smoking a cigarette.

“I don’t know how to explain it — without even protecting me, she was. Just by being herself,” Tran said.

But there was one caveat to all of her dreams seemingly coming true: Tran wasn’t used to living without her established support system.

“I was scared, I was alone, I couldn’t tell anyone what I was doing,” she said. “I remember crying because I wanted my friends to experience it.”

To combat the isolation, she joined an improv class in London, kept journaling (“I have 25 journals now that’s just me and my feelings on paper”), and leaned heavily on her castmates, especially John Boyega — the actor she’ll likely be sharing the most screentime with in The Last Jedi.

“John is someone who I feel like I immediately was able to mesh with,” Tran said of working with the actor. “We connect on different levels because our parents are immigrants, we’re both people of color, nerds, and he’s just hilarious.”

— From Kelly’s interview with Buzzfeed News

#kelly marie tran #mark hamill #daisy ridley #carrie fisher #john boyega #star wars #the last jedi #cast #rose tico #tlj #quote #interview