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limi-pie · 2 years ago

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Like a butterfly part 2

A/N: Chapter 2 of my Yuta🦋 fanfiction is here! I’m starting to like how things are slowly building up between the characters and Y/N.

Thank you so much for all the love and support on part 1! :D

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Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Female! Reader

Contains: Non-idol! AU, Tattoo artist! Yuta, Librarian! Reader, Comedy, Drama, Friends to lovers, Romance, Y/N dealing with a bit low self-esteem :( Descriptions of: getting tattoos and piercings,

Warnings: Alcohol, bad language, cigarettes, cursing, drinking, smoking, jealousy.

Wordcount: 5,026

Disclaimer: The reader I’ve created in this fanfiction is a woman of East Asian descent and she has certain features and looks a certain way. The reason for this is that I wanted some more East Asian representation in Kpop fanfics! Some of these relationships between said persons are only meant to be considered fictional, in no way do I ship them in real life. They’re just there to add dynamic to the plot. (Also, because my multi fan ass just wants to have fun.) Please keep in mind that the way I’ve described the idols in this story is in no way real or representative of how they behave in real life, this is just based on my imagination.

Also in this fanfiction, some said persons are involved in an abusive, unhealthy and manipulative relationship. Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and fiction. I don’t encourage this kind of terrible relationship and if you are in one, please seek help. Never put yourself second to anyone; remember that you’re important and loved. 💚

“Unnie, didn’t your mom call yesterday?” Chaeyoung asked, adding some tofu to the red soup. “Yeah, she did. My mother actually wanted to say hi to Bryce if he was nearby, but I lied to her and said that he was studying with his classmates…” You mumbled, feeling guilt in your heart as Chaeyoung patted your shoulder.

“You know Unnie, you should break up with Bryce. He’s always broke and never cares about you. I don’t want you to be with a horrible lowlife loser like him!” Chaeyoung said as she filled the two bowls with the Kimchi Jjigae we made.

She’s right… but you can’t break up with him… You didn’t want to be left alone and lonely again… You felt so fragile and weak on your own…

“If I break up with Bryce, then I’ll be alone and so lonely… Chaeng, I’m not as strong and outgoing as you are…” You confessed sheepishly as she sighed. “You’ll never be alone, Unnie… You have me,” she said comforting you. “Besides, there are other guys that are sweeter than him, you know,” Chaeyoung added as you chuckled, the two of you ate dinner.

“Jungkook’s going to have a lip and eyebrow piercing done once he has saved enough money,” Chaeyoung giggled as you smiled, “wow, isn’t getting one piercing painful enough?” You asked as she shrugged, “well, after getting tattoos you kinda get numb to the pain I suppose,” she explained as you continued watching ‘NeverTheLess’. “Park Jaeon’s so cute, it’s just too bad he’s a player,” you sighed as she chuckled. “You seem to like bad boys, Y/N-Unnie~” Chaeyoung giggled.

“No, I don’t.” You denied it, knowing there was some truth to her statement. “Ah, my aunt and niece will visit Seoul soon,” you added as she smiled. “Oh that’s nice, Ayaka must be a big girl by now,” Chaeyoung folded her arms and looked at you with a smile.

“I might have to babysit her one of these days,” you said. “That’s fine, we can go on a boba tea date,” Chaeyoung said, sketching some pokémons.

“Long time no see,” Ten said, greeting his tall friend, “how was Hong Kong, Yukhei?” Mark asked, doing the handshake. “It was nice, I really missed my mom’s food, how has it been here?” Yukhei responded.

“It’s been alright, quite busy these days with butterfly tattoos,” Johnny said, looking over at Yuta drawing one from the book.

“I’m actually here to get a tattoo myself, a lion one,” Yukhei chuckled, lifting his shirt, “right here, please,” Yuta and Ten nodded, “got a sketch or a picture for reference?” He nodded, showing a picture of a lion. “Alright, let’s get started then, follow me, Yukhei,” Ten said, walking over to his room.

A few hours had passed…

“Hello, ah aunt Asami, how are you?” You facetimed with her as she smiled and waved. “I’m fine, we just arrived at the hotel in Seoul. How are you sweet Y/N?” Asami asked. “I’m doing just okay, it’s good to see you had a safe trip. Where’s Ayaka-chan?” You looked at her. “She’s sleeping, hehe,” Asami replied as you nodded, “It must be exhausting to travel, huh?” You added while chuckling a little. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 3:00 PM, would that be okay with you?” She asked as you checked your calendar, “sure that’ll be perfect, I get off around 3:00 PM,” you smiled and waved, “goodnight, aunt Asami.” You looked at the time and it showed 9:45 PM, someone knocked on the door as you went to check it.

“Ah good evening, Y/N-Noona,” Jungkook smiled and bowed as you did the same, “hey Jungkook, how are you?” You said, opening the door to let him in. “Thanks, Noona, he took his shoes off as he was holding a bouquet. “Chaeng’s showering, did you guys have plans tonight?” You folded your arms, smiling and leaning against the wall.

How sweet, Jungkook got Chaeng’s favorite flowers…

“No, I just wanted to see her,” Jungkook smiled, his dimples appearing. “I thought that you were in Busan.”

You said as he sat on the couch, “I was, but I heard that Chae was stressed with her upcoming art project so I thought I’d go and see her.” He held the bouquet with white roses. “Would you like something to drink?” You walked over to the refrigerator as he nodded, “thanks Y/N-Noona,” he took a sip. “How’s Bryce?” You had your hands between your legs as you let out a sigh.

“Ah Babe, you’re here,” Chaeyoung said, walking out with a towel on her shoulders. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. Jungkook got up and kissed her, “what are these for?” She looked at the bouquet and blushed, “they’re for you, I thought you’d love them,” he chuckled as she giggled. “You’re so sweet, you came all the way just to see how I was doing.” She voiced as he nodded, “anything for my Chaeng,” he kissed her.

“Aww you two lovebirds are so cute,” you teased as Chaeyoung giggled, “are you staying here tonight, Babe?” she asked, fluttering her eyes. “I’d love to, but I have an early shift with my partner tomorrow, so I gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow, Chaeng-girl,” Jungkook said before kissing her goodbye. “Have a good night, see you Y/N,” he waved and left.

“Right, we should probably also head to bed,” you yawned, turning off the TV as Chaeyoung stretched her arms, “mmh-mmh, you’re right, goodnight Unnie,” she said, waddling to her room. You walked over to the bathroom to do your skincare routine and brush your teeth.

The next morning you woke up and walked over to the kitchen when you noticed a piece of paper written next to the plate. It was Thursday the 9th of September 2021.

Mornin’ Unnie I’ve made you some waffles with fruit, hope you’ll have a lovely day. See you later. - Love, Chaeng

“How sweet of Chaeng to wake up early and make Belgian waffles for me…” You mumbled with a smile as you began to eat it, you also ate some strawberries and slices of kiwi.

“Irene-Unnie, do we have any Japanese releases of my favorite manga?” You asked, stacking a pile of returned books in the cart. “Hmm, I’ve ordered a few, they’ll arrive today,” she said, checking the computer as you smiled.

That’s great, Ayaka’s going to be so happy. And you also get to practice your Japanese.

“Any particular ones in mind? I’ll reserve them for you if you’d like that Ms. Miyoshi,” Irene said with a smile as you nodded, “well, if you happen to find volumes 1 and 2 of Tokyo Mew Mew, I’d really appreciate it, my niece Ayaka really loves that series.” You started returning the books to their original place on the shelves. “Sure, I’ll make sure to look out for them.” She said, cleaning the tables.

After a few hours had passed, you went to the nearby 7-11 to grab lunch. You walked around the aisle for a bit, searching for chicken katsu onigiris. You smiled and placed them in your basket, you also got a cup with ice cubes, kimchi rice bulgogi beef onigiris, and a pouch of lychee juice. Lastly, you placed three fruit sandos and you were ready to pay.

You walked back to the library inside the staff’s room as you began to eat your lunch. “Enjoy, your food, Miyoshi,” Irene said, giggling as you bowed, “thank you, Irene-Unnie,” you checked your phone as a facetime call with aunt Asami popped on your screen.

“Ah hello, you two!” You waved as Ayaka giggled happily, “Y/N-Onee-chan! How are you?” She asked, “All good, just eating my lunch, how are you two?” you asked, waving your onigiri as she smiled. “We’re fine, just shopping in the Lotte Department Store. The weather seems to be a lot better here in Korea after all,” Asami said as Ayaka leaned in, “Isn’t Chaeyoung-Onee-san with you?” You shook your head, “she’s in school right now and I’m at work, sweetie,” you rested your head in your hand, “but you’ll see her later when we go to drink some boba tea, he he~” you smiled happily.

“Yay! I’d love to, I can’t wait to see you later, Y/N-Nee!” Ayaka giggled as you ate your bulgogi onigiri and waved goodbye.

Man, I was starving. I guess I’m nearing my period…

You walked around, collecting books. Afterward, you began scheduling events and author signings. “Ah, there’s going to be a tea ceremony next week?” You asked Irene as she nodded, “yes, I’ve heard there’ll be a lot of people,” she smiled, “would you like to join? I’ve heard there is going to be Japanese matcha tea too.”

You smiled and nodded, “I’d love to, Irene-Unnie.”

A few hours had passed as you were finally off, “I’m off, see you,” you waved as she bowed. Suddenly stood Mr. Nakamoto in front of you, “hello Ms. Miyoshi, are you off?” You nodded, “yes. Are you here to borrow another book?”

He rubbed the back of his head, “Actually, I came to see you,” he looked into your eyes. “Me? You came here to see me?” Nakamoto nodded and stepped forward, “do you have any plans right now?” You nodded, “I’ve got to go and see my niece, Ayaka,” you mumbled, rubbing your arm.

“Y/N-Onee-chan!” Ayaka ran and hugged you, “hello Ayaka-chan,” you giggled. “Who’s this guy?” She looked over at Nakamoto as you held her. “Is he your boyfriend?” Ayaka chuckled as he smirked. “Ayaka… He’s not my boyfriend, this is Nakamoto-san,” you said feeling super flustered.

“こんにちは、アヤカさん.” (Hello, Ayaka-san.)

“ええ? 中本さん日本語ははなせますか?” (Ehh? Nakamoto-san can speak Japanese?”)

“もちろん!” (Of course!)

Ayaka giggled happily, she was super happy to meet another Japanese person like her. “Are you ready to go Ayaka-chan?” You asked as she nodded, “where’s aunt Asami?” you looked around, “she’s waiting outside.”

“Shall we get going then?” You asked, placing Ayaka down as she bowed before talking to Nakamoto, “またね!” (See you!)

She ran outside to her mother as you bowed to Mr. Nakamoto, “see you around, Nakamoto-san,” you waved and walked past him.

“Hello aunt Asami,” you bowed to Asami as she smiled and hugged you. “You’ve really grown into such a beautiful lady since I last saw you, Y/N-chan,” you blushed at her compliment, “ありがとう.” (Thank you.)

“Right, it’s going to be so much fun at that party, Somi,” Chaeyoung said, locking her arm with her, “so is Y/N also coming along, Unnie?” Somi asked as she nodded, “hopefully some cute guys will ask her out, I just want her to break up with that asshole Bryce already.” Chaeyoung voiced, walking to her locker as she grabbed her books. “Wow Unnie, you seem to hate him, is he that much of a bad guy?” Somi folded her arms, looking at her as she chuckled.

“Yup, he’s a cheap, lying, and ugly fuckboy,” Chaeyoung said, annoyed as she walked out. “Ahaha, maybe introduce her to one of your guy friends?” Somi suggested, following her as they walked out of campus. “I would but I think they’re too extroverted for her,” Chaeyoung pouted her lips as she walked down the street, “well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Chae. I’ll have my notes ready so we can speak to Ms. Min-young,” Somi waved as she waited at the bus stop, “bye Somi, see you tomorrow.” She said, heading to the subway station.

Asami, Ayaka, and you went home and you made some tea, “how was Jeju Island and uncle?” you took a sip of your tea as Ayaka was playing with her teddy bear. “Your uncle, Seung-heon is doing alright, he seemed to have grown fond of living on Jeju Island. He’s busy planting his vegetables,” Asami laughed and looked around, “it’s a lovely apartment you and Chaeyoung have gotten.”

The door opened as Chaeyoung entered, her tote bag on the shoulder as Ayaka ran and hugged her tightly, “Chaeyoung-Onee-chan!” She chucked and held her, “こんにちは、アヤちゃん.” (Hello, Aya-chan.)

“It’s been a while since I last saw you, Chaeyoung you have also grown so much!” Asami said and smiled, “thank you, aunt Asami you look great.” Chaeyoung smiled and looked over at Ayaka as she drew, “Aya-chan sure has grown a lot bigger.”

“Here you go,” Asami handed a fancy basket with soy sauce rice crackers and a packet of strawberry Pocky. “For me? Oh, aunt Asami, you didn’t have to,” Chaeyoung said, smiling happily. “Please, I know how much you love those rice crackers and Pocky,” she laughed as she walked over to me. “And here, of course, I couldn’t forget about Y/N-chan,” You looked and bowed, “thanks, aunty. Oh my goodness, you got me Royal milk tea and those Meiji chocolate almonds that I adore, thank you so much!”

“Let’s go out and get some Boba tea!” You said, patting Ayaka’s shoulder as she nodded in excitement, “yay!” You walked inside Gong Cha and ordered for everyone. “Say, what grade are you in right now, Aya-chan?” Chaeyoung asked, smiling at her. “I’m in 3rd grade, Chaeyoung-Onee-chan!” Ayaka giggled and smiled cutely. “You sure have grown into a pretty girl, eh hehe~” she laughed as you walked over with the drinks.

“Alright, here you go Ayaka, Chocolate Cookie and Cream Smoothie with strawberry bubbles. Matcha Tea Latte with Azuki beans for aunty, and Strawberry Cookie Smoothie with tapioca pearls for Chaeng.” You said, handing their respective drinks as they all smiled. “Thanks, Y/N,” Asami said, smiling, “yeah, thank you Y/N-Onee-chan!” Chaeyoung and Ayaka said in sync as we laughed.

“So what do you three want to eat for dinner?” Asami asked, looking at us. “Ehh, aunt Asami, you don’t have to pay for us,” Chaeyoung said politely, “yeah, aunty it’s okay. Say, Ayaka-chan what would you like to eat?” The two of you looked at her.

“I want to eat Japchae!” Ayaka said, finishing her beverage rather quickly as she was full of energy. “Okay, that’s a deal,” Asami nodded and got up, with the drink in her hand. “We’ll go back to the hotel and change into something more casual, then I’ll find the restaurant and make a reservation for us.” She said and winked.

“See you later, Aya-chan!” Chaeyoung waved as we headed home.

45 minutes later…

“Man, aunty’s always super generous…” You sighed, walking out of the bathroom, and drying your light brown hair with a mini towel. “Your family is always so sweet and kind,” Chaeyoung said, giggling as she rubbed her face with some lotion. “I bet your aunt’s going to be shocked to see the tattoo behind my ear,” she giggled as you used the hair dryer. “Aunt Asami has always been artistic, but I bet she’ll love seeing that tattoo of yours.” You smiled, brushing your hair.

You wore an orange sweater and a pair of loose beige pants, you tied your hair in a low ponytail. Chaeyoung wore some stockings and some denim shorts and a tank top, “let’s go, we shouldn’t keep aunt Asami waiting,” she giggled and put on her coat as we went downstairs, “come get in ladies,” Asami said as waving from a car she had rented.

“Woah~ it’s been a while since I had this great Japchae!” Chaeyoung exclaimed as she was eating happily, “mmm-mmm, it’s so yummy, Onee-chan!” Ayaka added as you and Asami chuckled. “Say, Chaeyoung. Did you get a tattoo?” Asami cupped her head as she nodded, “how did you know?” Chaeyoung’s eyes widened, “I noticed you tugged your hair behind your ear, it’s a cute tattoo you’ve gotten,” she giggled.

“Did it hurt to get it, Onee-chan?” Ayaka tilted her head as she chewed her food. “A bit but I’m a strong girl, eh he he~” Chaeyoung stuck her tongue out, “I’m planning on getting a few more!” She placed her sketchbook on the table as there were four sketches of tattoo ideas.

“Wow they’re so pretty, did you come with the designs yourself?” Asami asked as Chaeyoung nodded proudly. “This time Y/N’s going to tag along with me!” You smiled, “it’s going to be interesting, to say the least,” you giggled, finishing your food.

Today was the day you had to accompany your roommate to the tattoo studio, this was your first time tagging along with her. Usually, it’s Chaeng’s boyfriend that attends with her but he was busy with work in Busan. You walked inside the small and cool-looking tattoo studio and looked around. When Ten and Johnny greeted you. “Welcome, Ms. Miyoshi, to our tattoo studio.” Ten said as you smiled. “Thank you, Ten.” You bowed, “this place is really nice. It looks so clean and well-organized,” You added, looking around. “Thanks, Miyoshi. Well, the three of us actually worked hard for the design.” Ten said as Johnny walked us to the private room, “ladies first.”

“Thanks, Suh,” Chaeyoung said, walking in as she took off her black leather jacket and hung it on the coat rack. “Heyo, Osaka Prince. Long time no see~” She said, patting his shoulder when the swivel chair turned around. You were somewhat surprised to see who was sitting there. It was none other than Nakamoto Yuta, himself. “Hello, Miyoshi-san.”

“Hi… Nakamoto-san…” You said, flusteredly, and rubbed your arm. “What… Do you two know each other?” Chaeyoung asked, looking at us.

“We met at the library several days ago,” Yuta said, smirking at you as you turned away. “No way! Y/N, so the handsome guy that you met turned out to be Osaka Prince himself?” Chaeyoung said out loud as you exclaimed, “Chaeng! That’s not it! You got it wrong!”

Why? Out of all places, why do you have to meet him here?

“Should we get started on your tattoo, Chae?” Yuta asked, gathering some blank pieces of paper. These are the designs I want. The cherry tomatoes, the stars, the lips, and the four carrots.” She drew on the paper as he looked at them closely.

“Alright, that’s quite a lot. Are you sure that you will be able to handle it? I mean just as a warning you may faint, but as a tattoo artist I have to keep on going with the ink.” Yuta stated, looking at Chaeyoung seriously. “Fainting… Wait, what? Chaeng, doesn’t that sound a bit dangerous?” You said, hugging her arm as she smiled. “Nah don’t worry, Unnie. It’s normal to faint because there’s a lot of ink digging into my skin, after all.” She said, comfortably seating herself on the tattoo chair as you sat on a regular chair next to her

“Please, be careful, Nakamoto-san…” You mumbled, holding Chaeyoung’s hand as he looked into my eyes. “I will, Y/N-san. Don’t worry.” She smiled at you as he began tattooing the orange carrots. Once he started on the lips tattoo, Chaeyoung fainted. “Chaeng!” You shouted, caressing her hand.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Yuta asked when he stopped and looked at you. “Yeah, please just focus on her tattoos.” You mumbled, placing the blanket from your lap to her lap. “Chaeng is so silly, she always forgets to bring a blanket with her whenever she’s wearing short skirts like that.” You said, patting her legs when you pulled your skirt a bit down. He looked down at your legs which you kept rubbing together to keep some warmth.

“Aren’t you freezing?�� Yuta asked, glancing at you. “I’m fine…” You lied, hugging yourself as he finished tattooing the lips and mini stars on her.

“Here, take this.” He said, taking off his white jacket as he was left with his visible mesh shirt. “But what about you, Yuta-san…” You mumbled, putting his jacket on your thighs, “I’m used to the cold from the air conditioner. So, don’t worry.”

Yuta is so kind and thoughtful. It’s no wonder that he’s a good friend of Chaeng.

“Thank you, Yuta-san.” You said, watching him add the finishing touches of her cherry tomatoes. “They’re so pretty. You’re so incredibly talented, Yuta.”

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” He said, holding your wrist as you walked over to the corner of the room as he opened the door. It was a small room with a couch, cabinet, and table. We sat on the couch as he showed me the book he had borrowed from our library. “This is the book… that you got the other day,” You said when he flipped through several pages. “This is the butterfly inspiration.”

“Thank you for helping me find this book, it has been so useful for both me and our clients,” Yuta said as he slowly lifted his shirt as you caught a glimpse of that pretty butterfly.

“Did it hurt to get your butterfly tattoo?” You asked, glancing and studying the details. “A little, but it was tough to get the details on its wings.”

“Can I touch it?” You asked, reaching your hand out.

“Sure,” Yuta said, sliding his t-shirt off as you looked away shyly. “It’s so beautiful, did Ten or Johnny tattoo it for you?” You pointed at his other tattoo of flying birds.

“None of them.” He chuckled as you traced your fingertips on the wings of his butterfly tattoo when you looked up.

“It was actually me. I did it on myself.” You looked up shyly, “how did you do it?” You asked, noticing his belly button piercing.

“I used that large mirror over there and began carefully working on its shape. While looking at images of butterflies.”

“That must’ve taken a lot of time. But you’re amazing, Nakamoto-san.” You expressed as our eyes met when Yuta lowered himself and placed a small kiss on your head.

“Thank you, Y/N.” You looked up, pursing your lips together.

Does Yuta have a crush on you? Why did he just do that?

“There you two are!” Chaeyoung said while walking in as Ten walked, “oh are we interrupting something?” He chuckled, looking at Yuta being shirtless.

“Chaeng, are you alright?” You said, walking up to her as she nodded while smiling.

“Mmm, thanks for coming with me today.” Chaeyoung expressed and bowed slightly, “anyways how much do I owe you, Osaka Prince?” She asked, opening her wallet as she pulled out her credit card. “Forget about it, and just get Y/N to take me on a date,” Yuta said while smirking as he stretched. “Ehh?” You exclaimed surprisedly and stared at him.

“Deal.” She giggled as you looked at her, “hey Chaeng! That’s not fair!” Chaeyoung filled in her address, ID, and number.

“Just kidding. It’s 80,000₩, but I’ll make it half-price because you brought this cutie pie along with you.” Yuta said, looking at you as he entered the payment on the cash register. “But really, thanks a lot Yuta. They came out just as I had expected them.” Chaeyoung said, using her credit card before looking at her arm. “You’re welcome. Be sure to avoid direct sunlight on them, and here take this too.” Yuta said, handing her a moisturizer as she accepted it.

“Hey Babe, I just finished getting my tats done,” Chaeyoung answered her phone, speaking to Jungkook. “Wanna go and get boba, Y/N?” Yuta asked, looking at you. “Umm, sure thing. But only if the others join us too…” You stated, folding your arms as you walked out of the room.

“Yo what’s up,” a blonde-haired guy said, walking inside as he greeted Ten. “Nothing much just finished making Chae’s tattoos, how is it going, Yukhei?”

“Ah Yukhei, what’s up?” Johnny said, smiling as he did a small handshake. “Oh that’s nice, well, I was just nearby and thought I’d say hi.” He chuckled, his smile was warm and bright.

“Who’s this lady?” Yukhei looked over at me as you bowed, “hello, my name is Miyoshi Y/N. I’m Chaeyoung’s friend and roommate.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Yukhei.” He bowed and smiled when you suddenly felt an arm around you. “Don’t flirt with Miyoshi. She’s mine, Yukhei.” Yuta said, pulling you closer as you could hear his heartbeat. “Ehh, Yuta? What are you saying?” You mumbled looking at him in confusion as Yuta stuck his tongue out.

“Ooh, so Yuta got a girlfriend now? Congrats.” Yukhei said, raising an eyebrow as he clapped. “What? N-no, you got it all wrong me and Yuta aren’t dating!” You yelled out flustered.

“What’s going on here?” Chaeyoung walked out as her eyes widened, “omg, Yukhei! Welcome back!” She ran and hugged him, “thanks, Chae. It’s nice to see you and your new tats too.” He chuckled as she showed off her arms.

You looked up at Yuta and naturally made eye contact with him, his arm was still around you.

Yuta’s warmth was so comforting and safe…

“Put a shirt on already, you pervert!” You said flusteredly, looking away as he chuckled. “Right, let’s go and get some Boba everyone,” Yuta said, putting on his shirt. “I’ll watch the store, you guys better not forget my order!” Ten said in a joking manner as Johnny nodded and laughed, “don’t worry, we won’t forget this time,” Chaeyoung put on her leather jacket.

So it was finally Saturday evening, this party had been on your mind the whole week. Although you were hesitant to attend it at first, you were happy that Chaeyoung convinced you to tag along.

“Hey, Chaeng… Don’t you think my outfit’s a bit too revealing?” You asked. “What? No, come on Unnie, you look so stunning!” You were wearing that black leather miniskirt, a hot pink top, black stockings, and a mesh-sleeve blouse underneath. “Besides, we’re kinda matching! I’m wearing a silver top with black leather pants,” she said, turning around with her arms in the air. “Anyways, Somi’s there, I’ll just go and look for Jungkook,” Chaeyoung said, walking away as she waved to her.

“Wow, Y/N-Unnie, you look so incredibly sexy!” Somi exclaimed as you blushed a little, “thank you Somi, you also look super pretty in that yellow dress.” She giggled as she waved to the guys approaching us, “ah, if it isn’t Y/N?” Johnny said, holding a glass of beer as you bowed, “hi Johnny,” you rubbed your arm awkwardly, “it’s good to see you.” He shook your hand as he introduced you to his friend, “hi, the name’s Mark, nice to meet you, Y/N. You look pretty” You waved and shook Mark’s hand, “thanks, nice to meet you too, Mark.” Somi suddenly grabbed a hold of Mark’s hand, “come on, Mark. Let’s dance, woo!” She giggled as she threw her hands in the air.

God… This is getting kind of overwhelming… Maybe, I should get a drink. You walked over to get a virgin Pina Colada. You watched Chaeyoung dance with Jungkook, it seemed like the others had a lot of fun too, and then you noticed him.

Nakamoto Yuta’s also here?

He looked at you and smiled. You looked away shyly, you looked around everywhere hoping to see Bryce but it seemed he was nowhere to be found. You drank your drink and let out a deep sigh as Chaeyoung surprised you from behind, “Chaeng! You scared me!” Somi and she giggled, “come on, what are you doing here sulking all alone, let’s dance!” They pulled you as they danced with you, Yuta looked over at you and chuckled as he danced smoothly.

You looked over when you noticed Bryce walk inside, you smiled happily and ran towards him, “oh looks who decided to come,” Chaeyoung said in her annoyed voice, “ah it’s Bryce,” Jungkook said, they all looked at the two of you.

You hugged Bryce and kissed him when he looked at you up and down, “Bryce, you’re here, I was waiting so long but you finally came!” You smiled, holding onto his shoulders. Yuta watched the two of you talking as he clenched his hands in jealousy. “Tch, what a show-off.”

“Why are you dressed like that?” Bryce stared at you, almost as if he was disgusted by your outfit. “What… Don’t you like the way I look tonight?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he looked away. “You look so slutty, this type of outfit isn’t your taste,” Bryce walked away from you as he went outside to smoke.

You clenched your hand in frustration as you closed your eyes.

Maybe you should head home and change, Bryce’s right. This outfit isn’t you after all…

You walked away fast, wiping the small tears that had formed, “I think that bastard made her cry,” Yuta voiced angrily, “that asshole…” Chaeyoung sneered as Jungkook held her back, he tried to follow you, “I’ll go comfort her.” You went inside the women’s bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Why…? Why would Bryce say such a horrible thing?

You wiped your tears away and splashed some water into your eyes. Everyone else said you looked stunning. You took one final look at yourself and shrugged your shoulders. You felt beautiful in that outfit, a bit revealing but it was a nice chance for once.

There’s nothing wrong with trying something new after all…

You walked out as Yuta approached you, “hey, are you okay?” You looked at him and nodded, “thanks… I’m fine, did Chaeng send you over?” He shook his head, “no, you looked upset so I ran after you, did he say something mean to you?” You wanted to tell him the truth but you ended up shaking your head and not looking into his eyes.

“Y/N, you look incredibly beautiful tonight in that outfit,” Yuta complimented you when your cheeks blushed red. For once, you felt relieved at this party. Yuta’s words comforted you and made you feel confident. “Thank you, Yuta-san,” you smiled, looking at him.

“These two look much more like a better couple,” Somi said, watching you, “I know right?” Chaeyoung agreed, holding Jungkook’s hand. “I think Yuta might be crushing on Y/N,” Johnny said bluntly. “What? No way, Yuta-Hyung and Y/N? Doesn’t she already have a boyfriend?” Mark wondered, “Yuta seems to always fall for women that are already taken,” Jungkook said.

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A/N: I apologize for any incoming grammar errors, it’s literally almost 3:00 AM as I post this 💀 I’ll fix it tomorrow hopefully, so enjoy! I think I’ll make a masterlist once I’ve posted chapter 4, I wanna see if you guys like this fanfiction so far.

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kawaiijohn · 2 years ago

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Dropout Amity Chapter 2

Thank you for Shopping with Us

Chapter 2 of my DPxBNHA crossover is finally posted. Over 8k words after 2 years of nothing lol

“Danny, did you see the news last night?” “What am I, Sam- a grampa? I had way more important things to do last night– like helping Tucker in Doomed until 2am.” He yawns. “Danny, you promised you’d get some rest last night!! That’s the entire reason we canceled patrol!” Sam looks at him with irritated disappointment. “Also, I can’t believe you didn’t even invite me! What am I, chopped tofu? You two both know I’m better at Doomed than either of you.” She crosses her arms in frustration and gives him The Look™. Danny rolls his eyes. “Hey! Cut me some slack! Gaming is getting rest, alright? Me ‘n Tuck knew you had a protest last night. We didn’t bother asking since we assumed you’d be too exhausted anyways.” She scoffs, yet relents, uncrossing her arms. “I guess you’re right, but an invite would have been nice at least.” “Why are you even asking about the news anyways? What, you throw down with some beefed up dude over his truck’s gas mileage again?” His eyes widen, and his exasperation turns into wary anticipation. “ Please tell me there’s a pic of you on the front page giving someone a mean right hook!” “The news has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with ost-ghay unting-hay.” Sam leans in to whisper the last few words, eyeing the obnoxious redhead at the front of the class. Wes has selective hearing, but it is so much more on point lately, and the trio isn’t risking it. “Wait– that's it? Sam, you had me worried I’d have to, like, testify for you or something.” Danny sighs in relief. “So then, what’s this super important spooky business? Wait, don't tell me- Lunch Lady is at it again at the hot dog factory?” He chuckles to himself at the absurd (yet not uncommon) headline. Tucker picks that moment to sit down next to them and decides to one-up Danny. “No, man, Technus probably just hacked MyPlace again. Made himself the number one friend on everyone’s friend lists and is now causing a level nine catastrophic drama event in all A-Lister circles nationwide!!” Danny loses it more at the thought of Technus causing high school drama again, and Tucker joins him, both boys laughing their asses off in front of Sam.

continue on Ao3:

#dantes vibe corner #danny phantom #bnha #dpxbnha #my fics #crossover

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thelaithlyworm · 1 year ago

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C-drama wot I've been watching lately

I've been on a Chen Xiao kick since watching The Ingenious One and Viki has been very kind about scratching that itch.

Dream of Splendor

This is based on an opera set in the Song Dynasty about a clever courtesan helping her friend out of an abusive marriage with some clever tricks, and the drama is, like, the continuing adventures of Zhao Pan-er and her friend, plus a nice butcher-lady whose husband had the bad taste to divorce her.

It's got a solid line in adventures and hijinks and a lot of social commentary about what it's like to exist in a lower social class where the law is explicitly written against you. I rejoiced in Zhao Pan-er's cleverness and valour even as the system she struggled with made me overpoweringly angry. And this isn't the Song Dynasty, but enough of those problems were intensely familiar. It's skewed very het, but the love interests are well-drawn and nobody's eclipsing anybody's identity or skills when they get together. Why They Fell For Each Other feels believable, as does, They're Going To Have A Happy Ending. People are *complicated* -- Chen Xiao's character, the love interest, works a job where torturing suspects is part of a day's work, and he doesn't like it but he doesn't quit, either; there's a character who's a colossal ass for two-thirds of the story but he and Zhao Pan-er become friends and really solid business partners; corrupt ministers continue to be corrupt and prosper... we've carved out a bit of happiness for characters we care about, but society hasn't improved a whole lot by the end.

And it's beautiful. There's a lot of art-work floating around, and some of the scenes seem to have been drawn specifically from paintings of the period. Various characters are virtuosos in various ways and display their skills -- down to cutting fish or tofu! It's amazing. 10/10 would reommend.

Being A Hero

I saw Wang Yibo's face advertising this and got the impression it would be very clean-cut and idealistic which I wasn't in the mood for at the time, and moved on. Boy Was I Wrong. It's set on the border where drug-smuggling is a huge issue and, while the forces of law and order do tend to be on the side of angels, there's a lot of issues with overlapping identities and complicated relationships. Wang Yibo is a young police officer. Chen Xiao is his childhood friend who disappeared three years ago after his father was killed and has now come back, thigh-deep in sin. And it's complicated. And various other characters have complicated relationships, there are ploys and counter-ploys and a constantly shifting landscape. Wang Yibo is very upright; Chen Xiao is a sad wet cat and their bromance is lovely. It has a huuuuge cast and I had some moments where I was squinting at the screen trying to remember who was who, but I'd say that's my shitty facial recognition at play, not a flaw in the writing. Special props to two actors I'm more familiar with as Marquis Yan and Xie Yu from Nirvana in Fire. They have amazing parts and they are so good, they act their parts so well my guys.

It's gritty, and hot, and violent, and sympathetic, and going on my rewatch list.

#dream of splendor #being a hero

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bluejaysandblackbats · 10 months ago

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Daily Planet Classifieds

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam, Young Justice 98, Titans

Summary: Laney Hausler is currently attending classes at Metropolis University when he sees a boy with his face in the library. At first, he thinks he's seeing things. Later, he starts to realize something strange is going on.

Conner Kent lives off-campus with his friends, but he sees a boy who eerily resembles him, and he hires a private investigator to look into the life of his doppelganger.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Eddie Bloomberg, Rose Wilson, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie King-Jones, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Meloni Thawne, Vic Sage, Slade Wilson

Relationships: Past KonBart, Clois

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, No Powers AU, Found Family, Stalking, Family Secrets, No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Complicated Relationships, University AU, Roommates, Private Investigator, Twins, Multiple POV, First Person POV, Obsession, Psychological Drama, Complicated Relationships, Unrequited Love, Platonic Relationships

Chapter Five: The Doppelganger (Laney's POV)

I sat in the library study room, reading the first five chapters and annotating the pages as I read. Rose and Eddie sat with me because I needed at least three people to book a room. Booking that room was a mistake. That was when things became strange. I glanced upward and saw a face that looked unmistakably identical to mine. I thought it was my reflection in the glass, but it couldn’t have been. Something came over me, chilling me to the bone. I stood up and prepared to follow him, but he disappeared. I wasn’t convinced I’d seen him at all. “Lane?” Eddie whispered. I sank into my seat and ran a hand over my face.

“I should go home and lie down,” I whispered, “It’s getting late.” Rose nodded.

“Yeah. Let’s go home,” Rose replied. We lived in walking distance from the campus, so we walked home in the dark. Rose and Eddie didn’t say much, but I could see the concern on their faces. I showered first, attempting to lather away my supernatural sense of dread. I couldn’t explain it because I didn’t want to give voice to such an outlandish idea. Eddie showered after me, and Rose heated up leftovers. “Want some?”

“What is it?” I asked. It smelled good, but I’d never seen anything like it.

“It’s ginger tofu… And these are green veggies in a coconut sauce. Here,” Rose whispered as she grabbed a fork from a coffee cup of plastic silverware. I ate a forkful of the tofu, and my eyes widened. “Eat the green vegetables. The coconut milk will cool your mouth down.”

“Oh no, it’s not—. I don’t mind the spice. Do you think we can order this for dinner tomorrow?” I questioned.

“Yeah. If you tell me what freaked you out at the library,” Rose whispered.

“I saw myself. I mean—. I saw someone identical to me walk past, but the other one disappeared before I could get a closer look,” I whispered.

“You should be careful,” Eddie announced, startling me. Rose turned around wide-eyed as if chastising Eddie for sneaking up on us. “What? Haven’t you ever heard those stories about doppelgangers? Abe Lincoln? Queen Elizabeth? Percy Bysshe Shelley?”

Rose raised her eyebrows, tightening her lips into a scowl. “Eddie, I swear to god, it’s not the time for scary stories,” Rose warned. She seemed protective over my innocence. I doubt Eddie meant to scare me as much as he did. Scary stories intrigued him, and he seemed eager to share in a childlike sense. He didn’t have a malicious bone in his body, so I don’t believe he’d tell me if he thought it’d hurt me. So, I tried to humor him as much as possible. It’d been two weeks, and I quickly grew to love them for all their quirks because they never condemned me for mine.

“Sorry, Lane. Rose, tofu, please,” Eddie whispered as he leaned over the couch. She smiled and gave him a bite from her fork. I still had Eddie’s words in my mind as we ate. “We need to get a TV.”

“Yeah, definitely… And a DVD player,” Rose added.

“I’ll hit up the thrift store and see what I can find in a dual VHS and DVD player,” Eddie whispered. I decided to do it myself as a surprise for them. Father gave me more than enough money for the month. So, I could afford to buy a TV and video player. I only watched TV when I was at the hospital with Father.

I woke up before Eddie and Rose to go to the store and check out TVs. “Hello, sir… Excuse me. Sir?” I asked. The worker in the aisle smiled at me, and I relaxed my shoulders. “Sorry. I don’t know much about TVs, but I want to surprise my roommates by getting a nice television for the living room. One of my roommates is a film major, and he has a lot of old VHS tapes,” I explained. He took me to the TVs and showed me the ones with the best sound and picture, and he showed me the ones within my price range. I didn’t see a difference in most of them, but I settled on a TV I thought everyone would like. The cashier gave me a student discount and a coupon for appliances. I held onto it for later.

When I went to the thrift store, there wasn’t much help, so I walked around until I found the electronics and found the nicest VCR and DVD player they had. It still had the remote, but it didn’t have batteries. I looked through their books and bought something for myself as well. I was surprised that my cab driver was so patient, so I tipped him for his troubles once he dropped me off. I carried the boxes under my arms to the elevator.

Eddie and Rose sat at the counter eating breakfast when I got home. “Whoa, what the hell?” Rose half-exclaimed as she got up to help me. “Eddie, look what Lane did.”

“I wanted to surprise you guys. You’ve been so kind to me, so I wanted to buy the TV as a token of my appreciation,” I explained, “I don’t know if I got the right one, but—.”

“Dude, Lane, you rock. We’ll pay you for the TV—.”

“It’s a gift. Don’t worry about it,” I interrupted, “I wanted to do it.” Eddie and Rose hugged me.

“We should have a movie night to christen the new TV. What should we watch first?” Eddie asked. They stared at me, and I shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen a movie before,” I answered. Eddie gasped.

“We have to do something special for you. Actually, this could be fun,” Eddie replied as he left the apartment without a word. Rose stayed behind.

“What’s the deal with the movie thing? How’s it possible that you haven’t seen a movie? Ever?” Rose questioned.

“We didn’t have a TV at home… The only times I ever watched television was at the hospital, and it was always the news or educational shows,” I replied. Rose softened as she often did when I said things she couldn’t relate to. I made her sad. I could tell by the way she looked at me sometimes. “I know movies are meaningful to Eddie because he grew up around the process, but are movies this—? Is it that strange?”

Rose smiled at me. “You’re not strange. You’re unique, and we love that about you. You’re not like anyone else… It’d be different if you acted like a creep, but you’re a regular person. That being said, it’s weird that you’ve lived in the United States your whole life and never seen a movie,” Rose half-joked, “That shit’s insane.”

I chuckled. “I wanted to surprise you guys for your kindness… And Eddie’s gone and done more for me,” I lightheartedly sighed, “At this rate, I’ll never be able to repay—.” “Bullshit. You’re a great roommate. You’re clean and quiet. You’re considerate and open-minded. You never complain about anything—. Damn… Maybe we don’t deserve you,” Rose teased. I thanked her and shook my head.

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ratsoh-writes · 1 year ago

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"Well, the best part of under seasoning is that it can be customized to the individual" she shrugged, trying to turn it on a positive note. "It took me a while to realize adding salt to pasta water was for flavor, not just for boiling times."

She enjoyed the meal with Salsa. "The last decade or so, I've started a little tradition where I cook new years soup, ozoni-" she had brought it by last year for the dance family. "My dad likes it, but my mom is confused by the tofu chunks." She smiled. ""Did you and your family have traditions you liked to do?"

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Briar was stunned for a moment at the name, mostly because it was right in front of his dates! But then remembered that some lust monsters just talked that way. They're still getting used to that. After a few moments, another [random] monster comes by as Aspen is directing someone else.

"I can help you over here"

Salsa: well, every gyftmas we used to slice oranges

He laughs at your surprised expression. Any tree fruits grown underground that weren’t magic were incredibly expensive and in low supply. Monsters had to rely on the few little pockets of land where the underground ceiling caved in and sunlight could peek through to grow the trees

Salsa: expensive I know, but I could afford it and it was a special occasion. Anyways, we’d slice the oranges, and my late soulmate would boil and candy them to make ornaments we string around the house

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lol you rolled another brothel boy

This time another skeleton, flanked by THREE humans, two ladies and a guy, come up to ask about if there would be any flour free viewing areas for the fight. Seems like they want the drama but none of the mess

Sir: FLOUR WOULD BE HORRIBLE FOR MY COAT YOU SEE~

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mamapyjnommer · 2 years ago

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Sausage Tteokbokki Dinner

I said I liked green and orange food, right?

After watching shitloads of K-dramas this year we fell in love with Korean food, and a trip to our local Asian store today meant we had tteokbokki! I wanted to make a full dinner out of it since it was quite pricey, so I needed to add meat. I’ve used mince to make a sort of mapo tofu/tteokbokki fusion before, but today we had sausages that needed using, and I thought they would probably be alright with it.

I cut a load of cheap sausages into a hot pan, making sure I overheated the pan and didn't add enough oil so that all the sausages stuck and lost their skins. 🥲 I added some water to ‘deglaze’ (aka stop them setting on fire), then took some out for lunches once they were cooked. This picture is embarrassing, don’t do this. Just, like, cook the sausages properly.

I then added enough boiling water to just cover the sausages, a tea strainer full of dried anchovies and a big spoonful each of gochujang, ketchup, soy sauce and some sugar. Normally I’d put more gochujang, but my 8 year old needed to eat too and loves to faff around ineffectually with chopsticks, and I like to watch him try.

Once that was all bubbling, I added half a thinly wedged onion, spring onions cut into lengths with the scissors, 2 packs of tteokbokki and some frozen green beans. I was going to add some pak choi but I thought it was one too many crunchy green things. Something like mushrooms or broccoli would be really good too! Just make sure you have some green stuff, it’s important.

It gets shiny and super bubbly like a volcano as the rice cakes release some starch, then I just tasted it using a tiny bowl like in anime and waited for everything to cook. I also let the boy taste it as it was his dinner too. It was obv a bit spicy for him but he thinks I’m impressed by his mature palate, so he said it was fine. Some of those sausages look so much more cooked than others, but that’s just because of their unconventional hybrid cooking method 😭—if you don’t have to boil them they’ll look normal.

Once the veg and tteokbokki were nicely soft, I thickened it just a little bit with cornflour slurry and stirred it through. The kid had it as it was, but I added fresh spring onions, sesame seeds and toasted chilli sesame oil to mine and hubs’, because I love a garnish. And I wanted it to look pretty for its photo. 🥰

It was delicious, if a bit ketchupy since I didn’t add all the gochujang I would normally. While eating we watched Tsurune on CR, and the kid argued with me about whether tteokbokki counted as pasta (ofc not) and what bread was made of (not corn). We’ve got leftovers for lunch too!

#food #foodphotography #tteokbokki #korean food #sort of #I apologise for the inauthenticity but I had sausages to use up #fusion #homecooking

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save-the-data · 1 year ago

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Tong Xue Jin Tian Hen He Mu | S01E03

Chinese Drama - 2022, 24 episodes

#Drama: My Tofu Boy #CDrama #Friendship #Comedy #Bromance #同学今天很和睦 #Tong Xue Jin Tian Hen He Mu #Zhou Jun Yu #Qiu Hong Kai #Lei Hao Xiang #Yu Fi Yu #Jesse Ren #Wu Zhu Xi #Youth #Adapted from a Novel

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paperbagnotes · 2 years ago

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Britt punk

Everyone’s caught up

In their own drama

Creating a dilemma

Because drunk?

Or dysfunctional

.. everyone can act without communication

From resentment

When not restricting their alcohol consumption,

It’s not clumsy

It’s giving way carelessly to spirits wary, acting without consequence, “drunk whatever whatever speaks sober thoughts through?” Or something like that. If I only knew. Not me. Hopefully not you.

Teens claim new experiences change them truly when really you are you, using excuses for being belligerent and immature. Who cares. In the grand scheme of things it’s all not true. But the blue red blood spilling over all of you. Puking in somebody’s shoes. You’re only 17 and who knew? Partying with brandy and her boys, only to become one. Always dating older, aging yourself before discovery of dedication. No definition, you were escaping running from the gross, crude.. things you’d dream of not to happen to you.. Only going along as a puppet. A puddle. Pushed her and there always. Even at thirty. Fucking rotted. It’s stopping. Great groupie because I’m good at pleasing everybody.. what about me..

Why was I drinking so much at 17, I was puking inbetween the couch seem,

At thanksgiving. Tofu turkey churning in my belly. Blacking out to black out the bastard I’ve always been becoming.

There are no words for the things I must over come. And I could care less.

I don’t have the time of day for anyone who’s going to treat me poorly anymore.

Try to believe the good in anybody..

If someone can be so cruel, I’ll not pay them any mind. They can go back to school. Get a clue, and stop acting like the world revolves around their wants or emotions only.

brings me down everyday to remember what my story is, and why I stay struggling. Scavenger. Grasping to breathe a thing.

Because I don’t believe I am anything at all

born into brutality.

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zedecksiew · 2 years ago

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Fetus spirits

Have been working on a TTRPG adventure. A small town has been destroyed by a literal act-of-god; there is point-crawl through its ruins.

Writing this town meant building two versions of it in my head:

The town, still living. What secret dramas fuel it?

The town, destroyed. What fires continue to burn?

And figuring out how to use the latter's fires to imply the former's fuel.

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One of several locations in the main road through town:

TALLY HOUSE

A tent of bright textiles and fine rugs, where traders wined and haggled. Now flattened.

From under the fabric: sobbing. Manan, a young boy. “Bad babies took mummy away!” Fetus spirits dragged her to the Yellow House attic (pg xx).

One of the houses in a wealthy hilltop neighbourhood:

YELLOW HOUSE

Turmeric-caked columns. Missing roof; disaster has flung it elsewhere (pg xx).

Ground floor: a medicine cabinet, fallen on its face. Salvageable tinctures and powders enough to treat 6d6 persons.

Second floor: a chest. Hair combs and scarves and toys—one hundred personal items townsfolk previously thought lost.

Out back: Tun Dek, the town physician, decapitated. In the roll of his sarong: a cord strung with dried infant pinkies. Fetus spirits (pg xx) obey this cord’s holder.

Finally, a location on the forested edge of the valley:

YELLOW HOUSE ATTIC

The roof of Tun Dek’s house (pg xx) landed here. Upended like a beached ship.

In front: a woman grilling rats. This is Kirata, mother to Manan (pg xx) and Maran (pg xx). Tied to her ankle: a rope, disappearing into the attic.

In the attic: hammocks and cages; would fit infants. A jumble of broken toys. Kirata is an unwilling servant to thirteen fetus spirits (pg xx).

Maran, Kirata's other son, is not found in the town's ruins, due to some magic bullshit.

Elsewhere, in the adventure's encounter table / bestiary, is an entry for fetus spirits, a creature very loosely based on the toyol:

FETUS SPIRIT HD 1, as light armour, knife d4. Morale 5. Surrounding, stealing, taunting.

Teenage urges in the bodies of hairless tofu-hued one-year-olds.

Missing pinkies. Invisible at night. The doctor Tun Dek (pg xx) created them from babies stillborn or aborted; used them as spies, petty thieves.

To acquire baby corpses, Tun Dek must have had a votary accomplice.

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So here is:

A monster / encounter around the ruins;

Location(s): a rich doctor's house getting blown up due to disaster befalling the town, inadvertently setting his dirty secrets loose;

Background: A rich doctor with a dirty secret: he turns the town's stillborn children into monsters, and uses them to steal townsfolk's personal effects;

A powerful magic item: a cord that confers control over the monsters;

An explicit hook: a son looking for his mother, kidnapped by monsters;

An implied hook: it is elsewhere established that this town practices cremation; the doctor was working with a corrupt priest, who helped him spirit dead babies away from their rightful burial. Is this dude still alive? What else is he up to?

Spread across the breadth of the point-crawl---hopefully enticing players to tug on its various threads.

Also tried to practice economy. "Tun Dek makes fetus spirits!" is a minor detail, totally unrelated to the adventure's main themes. The passages above represent the total wordcount I allowed myself to spend on it.

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( Image source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Kuman_Thong.jpg )

#fantasies #writing #maceofthemonkeyking #rpgs #design #fetuses #creatures #toyol

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bye-bye-sunbird · 3 years ago

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Dayum thank you for feeding me with Zhongli x Child reader. We really lack of those kind of fic in this fandom. By the way this is not actually an ask and just a suggestion and things I've been thinking;

-Xiao being kinda rebellious from Zhongli so he can be together with his master's precious baby. Oohh how things going to get sour if Zhonglu finds out hehe

-Diluc with stepsister reader who younger than him. I'm preeettyy sure Diluc would become that one Yandere brother everyone would try to avoid. He always remember his father last words: "protect your sister at all cost"

-everyone x reader with abandonment issue. Reader is craving for love but once they feel down the rabbit hole created by their Yans, they started to regret it. They wanted to leave, but somewhere in their mind they feel bad for leaving. Their lover tried their best to love them, and they just want to abandon them?, That's not fair. (Especially if the Yans is manipulative bastards like Kaeya and Childe, they 100% will guilt trip you).

That's all for today. Thank you for reading this love, have a nice day!-🥭

I'm glad you are enjoying the Platonic!Yan!Zhongli brain rots, dear 🥭anon <3 <3 If I'm being honest, I am a bit surprised at how popular that particular fic is among my works, but I truly enjoy writing about it <3

Now, onto the brain rot category!! I actually have some headcanons for the reader with some issues that make them easy prey for the Liyue boys, and I'm working on the Mondstadt one. You can read it right here <3

But let's continue on the other two points you are making because I LOVE THOSE IDEAS OF YOURS <3. I'll divide it by characters so it's easier to navigate:

Xiao x Scholar!Reader

I don't think Xiao would think of defying Zhongli like that, It would be more of a "This is fine, I am just doing my job, this is completely fine, I am NOT catching any feelings... OH SHIT WAIT, AM I IN LOVE?" kind of situation.

Scholar!Reader is the biggest sweetheart to him because they KNOW that they're in love, and just like any person in that situation, they make the most out of every moment they are together. Scholar!Reader blushes, gets tongue-tied, and rambles incoherently about everything just to fill Xiao's silence.

Love will come gradually for Xiao, he will find that he doesn't mind the brief contact with Scholar!Reader every time he hands over some flowers for their studies, that he likes the way they always smell like almonds (Scholar!Reader has a hefty supply of Almond Tofu ready for him), and that he feels... peaceful when they are with him. Their rambles silence every demon inside him, and sometimes when they are sitting together, he finds himself wanting nothing but to lay his head on their lap to rest for a while.

Platonic!Yan!Diluc - Step!Sister

THIS ONE RIGHT HERE GIVES ME A TOOOOOOOOOOON OF horrible, sinful, terrible IDEAS!!! But I'm assuming you are asking for a Platonic!Yan!Diluc? So let's start with that in mind, but I'll be making a non-platonic version soon just because the premise is WAY TOO YUMMY to pass.

Platonic Diluc would definitely be extremely protective of his little sister. Paranoid that something might happen to her, Little Sister Reader has little to no chance to go out adventuring, despite living most of her life admiring her big brothers, and silently wishing she could become a knight too one day.

She probably doesn't know the whole story about Crepus' demise, and barely understands the reason behind Kaeya's banishment from Dawn Winery... But can you IMAGINE if Kaeya was her favorite sibling? Poor thing would suffer so much for his absence, and because of Diluc's temper, she would have to be extremely careful as to no ask about her other brother who always managed to make her laugh. The servants know of this, and thanks to a little arrangement she has with one of the maids, the only way she manages to communicate from time to time with dear Kaeya is through letters.

Boy, the DRAMA that would ensue if Diluc found out huh?

#platonic diluc #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #platonic yandere #yandere #platonic zhongli x reader #platonic kaeya #kaeya x reader #genshin impact imagines #🥭 anon #ask answered #anon ask

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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! × masterchef au (team captains vs. setters edition)

can y'all imagine how chaotic a captain vs. setter team challenge is gonna be

so at first the teams are daichi, bokuto, kuroo, ushijima, and oikawa but gordon did the whole switcheroo thing and let them exchange with another team

and everyone voted oikawa out in exchange for iwa

oikawa: 🆗️🆒️

he’s actually real bitter about it

everyone in team captain high-fives iwa

team setter is chaotic af cause u have sugawara and oikawa who are the drama queens with shirabu and akaashi trying to hold everything together

kenma likes to stir the pot (literally and figuratively)

kenma, stirring a pot: hey, shirabu. suga told me to tell you that maybe you should be the one to chop the vegetables. something about you not being able to handle the grill ?

shirabu: what? he thinks i can’t handle my mEAT? I’LL SHOW HIM WHO CAN HANDLE THE M E A T

over in team captain kuroo and daichi have a whole ‘who’s the team leader?’ moment

kuroo: ok, it says leader on your apron so you are the team leader. no questions

daichi: right

kuroo: 😬 r i g h t 😬

daichi: …i hate u

bokuto @ kuroo: you’re the leader in my eyes, bro 🤘🤘😩😩

kuroo: b r o

gordon ramsay, watching the absolute chaos that is the hierarchy of team captain: 👀👀👀👀

the only serious cooking happening in team setter is with akaashi and suga

because kenma has been stirring something in a pot that no one knows about for 30 fucking minutes

akaashi, an angel: ✨ ☆☆~~ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗᶦᶜᵃˡˡʸ ˢˡᶦᶜᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿᶦᵒⁿˢ~~☆☆ ✨

his sleeves: rolled up

his apron: spotless

most of the cameras are on him because thats some asmr shit right there

suga, the antichrist himself: *sticks entire fucking hand in a pot of boiling water* oh yeah, its boiling. time to add the pasta

gordon: did he just,,, stick his fucking hand,,, in a pot of boiling fucking water???

suga: *accidentally chops the chopping board as well while chopping tofu*

gordon: *surprised pikachu face*

meanwhile oikawa is trying to stir up drama but mainly with shirabu

shirabu: hey, oikawa. can you pass the butter

oikawa: i’m not giving you this butter its a competition

shirabu: WE’RE IN THE SAME TEAM

oikawa, in the interview room: this is AMERICA’S NEXT TOP MODEL not AMERICA’S NEXT TOP BEST FRIEND

interviewer: sir, this is masterchef

everyone in team captain are watching oikawa and are so fucking glad they got iwa

but then think twice when they see how bad iwa is at cooking

everyone in team captain actually can’t cook so they make a variety of egg dishes

iwa puts an entire egg in the microwave and it explodes

gordon: 👁👄👁

iwa exiles himself from the kitchen

daichi: where tf did iwaizumi go?

kuroo: he locked himself in the freezer

daichi, sees iwa in the freezer: 🆗️🆒️

iwa: 👍

ushijima is the only one doing some actual cooking but he’s looking up 'how to fry an egg’ on wikihow

he has michelin star dreams with a skill level of that dude from ratatouille (his name’s linguini right ??? idk)

ushijima: ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍʏ ᴅɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇғʟᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʀᴜʀᴀʟ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʀᴍᴇʀs ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ

his dish: three pieces of raw broccoli

meanwhile, bokuto

bokuto, crying: ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵐʸ ᵖᵒᵗᵃᵗᵒᵉˢ

*cuts to shot of bokuto frantically grating potatoes*

daichi: does he,,, know,,, we’re not using potatoes????

kuroo: just let him, this is all he has

bokuto: 🥺

kuroo uses this very rare, once in a lifetime moment to imitate gordon ramsay

kuroo, consoling bokuto while he’s making mashed potatoes: ᵒʰ ᵈᵉᵃʳ, ᵒʰ ᵈᵉᵃʳ. ᵍᵒʳᵍᵉᵒᵘˢ ✨✨✨

daichi: *breathes*

kuroo: ʏᴏᴜ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴᴋᴇʏ 🖕🖕🖕

daichi, not taking any of kuroo’s shit: s U G A

sugawara: *throws the knife he was holding from all the way across the room, hitting the wall right near kuroo’s head*

kuroo: *backs off*

because of this, the producers replaced suga’s knives with those crinkle cut scissors

also gordon ended up hiding in the freezer with iwa

iwa: 🆒️

gordon: 🆒️

meanwhile akaashi has started plating his dish and kenma notices that it looks vERY fAMILIAr

kenma: *gets the anton ego flashback from ratatouille* 😮😮😮

he actually stops stirring the pot and shirabu gasps

shirabu: *gAsP*

kenma: *whispering* did you notice akaashi has been wearing this stupid hat all this time?

shirabu: now that you mention it,,,,

both of them agree that something has to be done but they’re both really fucking scared of rats

so they enlist the help of oikawa

shirabu: hey, akaashi said u looked dumb because u don’t have a cool chef hat

oikawa: B I T C H *pulls off akaashi’s hat*

*insert windows xp sound*

under the hat there is a rat pulling akaashi’s hair

akaashi: ,,,,

oikawa: *faints because he’s fucking terrified of rats*

the other team, watching the entire thing go down: 👁👄👁

the producers have to tell gordon the entire story through the freezer and he eventually leaves

team setter is automatically disqualified and gordon is happy thinking he doesn’t have to taste whatever it is team captain made but boy was he wrong

gordon: *looks at the dish which has ushijima’s three (3) pieces of raw broccoli, bokuto’s mashed potatoes, an egg that daichi boiled, and an artful smear of ketchup courtesy of kuroo*

gordon: do i really have to eat this?

producer: you’re under contract

none of the things on that plate were good

eXCEPT

gordon: *tasting bokuto’s mashed potatoes* ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ, sᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏᴏᴅ~~♡♡♡

considering what he’s seen, it’s enough for team captain to win

ushijima: *stoic clapping sounds*

daichi: *crying and thanking his family*

iwa: *still in the freezer* 🆒️🆒️🆒️🆒️

kuroo: *pops a bottle of champagne that no ones know where he got it* 💃💃🍾🍾🍾

gordon, at camera: they do know they technically win by disqualification right?

bokuto, cheering: WE JUST WON IRON CHEF

camera: *zooms in on masterchef logo behind him*

(edit: check out part 2 feat. second gen captains vs. first years)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #akaashi keiji #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #sawamura daichi #ushijima wakatoshi #shirabu kenjiro #bokuto koutarou #sugawara koushi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #gordon ramsay #haikyuu !! masterchef au #with a hint of ratatouille #y'all idek whats happening here #a chaotic mess #haikyuu!! crack

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years ago

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,958 Words

Summary: Midoriya’s store run, Todoroki kills everyone with laughter, and girl day has been moved to Bakugou’s room, and Shigaraki and Dabi have a talk.

Warnings: Food Mention, Death Mention, Caps, Child Abuse Mention, Cursing, Period Mention, Menstruation Mention, Murder Mention, Grooming Mention, Burn Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: Shigaraki's alias in the group chat is Ren, Dabi's alias is Haruhi, and Hime is Toga's alias.

Usernames: Area 51 Aoyama: bonjour je suis Dora, Ashido: aggressive chicken dance, Asui: wut, Iida: Human Porche, Uraraka: Fuck Gravity, Ojiro: ceouolo, Kaminari: pikachoo, Kirishima: ordained, Koda: the muffin man?, Sato: dammit kevin, Shoji: pIaNoMaN, Jirou: neko neko kneecaps, Sero: wine and cheerios, Tokoyami: brb drowning, Todoroki: daddy issues, Hagakure: oreosandpussy, Bakugo: mother i crave violence, Midoriya: mistakes were made Mineta: Mineta, Shinsou: its a mental breakdown, Yaoyorozu: single braincell

Usernames: Emo Sanctuary Jirou: tell tale heart, Tokoyami: eldritch peep, Todoroki: i love you 3000, Bakugou: knife tag, Midoriya: bitchasaurus, Shinsou: unhappy meal, Kuroiro: meth and deadamine, Shigaraki: depresso extra shot, Dabi: *sad kazoo*

Into The Group Chat We Go: Chapter 2

10:00 AM

Area 51

Midoriya: I'm heading to the store and then to my apartment for the weekend, so if anyone needs anything while I'm out, tell me now.

mother i crave violence: Pickled daikon, seaweed chips, pea sprouts, spinach, enoki, and sausages.

Midoriya: Ew.

Midoriya: Fine.

mother i crave violence: Breathe one word of what you know and you're dead meat, Deku.

Midoriya: Not very nice to say to someone buying you food, now, is it?

mother i crave violence: Sorry, Deku.

Midoriya: Now send me the whole list. I know you don't buy six things and call it a day.

mother i crave violence: Also chapaghetti, eggs, and probably tofu.

mother i crave violence: And coffee pudding.

Midoriya: And?

mother i crave violence: Aloe yoghurt and ham.

Midoriya: Got it.

mother i crave violence: I hate you.

Midoriya: Yeah, yeah. I'll say hi to Hotaru and Hikaru for you on my way home.

Hagakure: Who's that?

Midoriya: NOTHING.

Midoriya has deleted one message

Midoriya: See? nothing.

Hagakure: Suspicious.

mother i crave violence: I'm not even going to deal with this. I'm too busy crying.

Midoriya: Overdramatic much?

mother i crave violence: I'm not, I'm dying. I deserve to cry if I'm dying.

Midoriya: Drama queen.

mother i crave violence: Stop arguing, I'm hungry.

Midoriya: Fine, fine.

Iida: What are you two on about now?

Midoriya: Kacchan needs some groceries that I offered to grab for him on my way out.

Todoroki: I'll go with you. I have to grab a few things for my dinner. I'll bring everything back to the dorms so you can head straight home.

Midoriya: Cool. @its a mental breakdown, do you need anything? I know you said something about needing to grab groceries to other day. I won't have you surviving off rice.

its a mental breakdown: My guy, it's 10:10 in the morning. Why are you waking me up so early on the weekend?

Midoriya: Groceries. Fork over the list, my guy.

its a mental breakdown: grocery.link

Midoriya: Looks good. Anyone else need food?

aggressive chicken dance: I forgot to pick up rice yesterday. I can't make my green curry without rice.

its a mental breakdown: I have a big container of rice you can steal from, Mina. Remember, the rice container that's as tall as a toddler?

aggressive chicken dance: Hells yeah. I'll hit you up at like 6pm. Raincheck on the rice, Midoriya.

Midoriya: 👍

Hagakure: Why do you have so much rice, Shinsou?

its a mental breakdown: it used to be the only thing I was allowed to eat at the orphanage because they could get a 4 pound bag and feed me for two weeks. I got used to eating rice a lot and I usually will just add things to rice.

Hagakure: Shinsou, that's like half a cup of rice a day.

its a mental breakdown: I never said they fed me correctly. thus why I had a job to make money for extra food. the nuns hated that, though, so I had to hide it or make it at a friend's house. thanks for those days, Bakugo.

mother i crave violence: No problem, Toshi.

10:25 PM

Area 51

Uraraka: We're missing shit.

Uraraka has changed their name to Fuck Gravity

Fuck Gravity has changed Asui to wut

Fuck Gravity has changed Iida to Human Porche

Fuck Gravity has changed Midoriya to mistakes were made

Fuck Gravity has changed Todoroki to daddy issues

Fuck Gravity has changed Aoyama to bonjour je suis Dora

Fuck Gravity: Much better.

Tokoyami: DADDY ISSUES OH MY GOD

daddy issues: I wasn't aware we were having a therapy session. I can talk about my daddy issues if you want.

Tokoyami: No, Shoto.

daddy issues: I mean, it's not a secret that I have daddy issues. Just look at him. Of course I have issues, he made me.

Hagakure: Hold on, I'm wheezing.

daddy issues: Like I do when I look at his face knowing there's a possibility of me growing into its image.

daddy issues: No wonder Touya was constantly depressed to look so similar to him. I'd be depressed too.

Ojiro: Send help, I can't breathe.

daddy issues: It's no wonder Natsuo is so proud to look like our mother but as a guy. And Fuyumi is basically mom's twin but with a different quirk and some red in her hair.

daddy issues: Lucky motherfuckers.

bonjour je suis Dora: Mon dieu, Shoto, stop, everyone's dying.

daddy issues: ...

Fuck Gravity: Don't!

daddy issues: Like I wish my father would.

daddy issues has set "that's a lot of damage" audio to play

Fuck Gravity: Shoto, please, we're suffering.

daddy issues: Okay, okay. I'll stop tormenting you all like I wish I could my father.

aggressive chicken dance: Savage.

11:00 AM

Area 51

daddy issues: I'm coming home with the groceries. I put our stuff in separate bags. Shinsou, you'll have to come to 1-A dorms because I don't know where your room is.

mother i crave violence: just give mine to Toshi for now. I can't move yet.

Hagakure: Alright, I've been wondering why it is you said you were crying for like an hour now. Why are you crying, Bakugou?

mother i crave violence: I'm having my period. It's bad, I can't move.

Hagakure: I have midol!

aggressive chicken dance: time to spoil Baku.

wut: I'll bring heating pads.

Fuck Gravity: I'll grab his food. Do you want any of it made before I go up?

mother i crave violence: I was just gonna destroy the chips, coffee pudding, and yoghurt.

Fuck Gravity: I'm making you eat. It'll be good for you.

daddy issues: I bought a bunch of extra ready made bentos because they were on sale for you girls' Girl Day. Take him two or three up and make sure he eats.

Yaoyorozu: We're moving Girl Day to Bakugou's room, if that's alright with everyone.

mother i crave violence: Why do I feel appreciated? Make it stop.

Yaoyorozu: Because we appreciate you, Bakugou.

mother i crave violence: I don't like this.

Yaoyorozu: So you don't want us in your room?

mother i crave violence: I guess it's fine.

Hagakure: Alright, Girl Day in Bakugou's room!

neko neko kneecaps: Alright, Todoroki, bring the stuff up to Baku's room.

daddy issues: I know, I'm on the way. I was waiting for Hitoshi.

its a mental breakdown: thank you, Sho.

daddy issues: You'll have to show me to your dorm one of these days.

its a mental breakdown: oh. it's floor five room four on the boys side in the 1-C dorms.

daddy issues: You say this like I won't now make a bridge to walk from my room to yours.

its a mental breakdown: I know this and I love you.

daddy issues: Good, someone has to.

its a mental breakdown: No airing therapy sessions in the group chat, Sho.

daddy issues: Damn.

daddy issues: Anyway. I'm thinking of playing musical rooms with Aizawa and freezing the empty girls rooms on floor two. Any oppositions?

Tokoyami: My only opposition is not today. I'm working on a time sensitive commission and I don't want to see a month of work go down the drain if the ice creeps over.

daddy issues: Tokoyami, the real MVP, running his business as a profit hobby so UA can't stop him.

Fuck Gravity: What a king.

Tokoyami: Thank you both.

Tokoyami: I'm going back to Hime's fourth dress.

Tokoyami is now offline

Hagakure: Alright.

Hagakure has changed their name to oreosandpussy

oreosandpussy has changed Ojiro's name to ceouolo

oreosandpussy has changed Koda's name to the muffin man?

oreosandpussy has changed Shoji's name to pIaNoMaN

oreosandpussy has changed Tokoyami's name to brb drowning

oreosandpussy has changed Yaoyorozu's name to single braincell

ceouolo: I'm not shocked, just disappointed.

oreosandpussy: That's normal, Mashi.

1:45 PM

Emos Sanctuary

depresso extra shot: Has anyone heard from Haruhi? I haven't been able to find him for like a solid five days and he last messaged someone in here from what I can tell.

*sad kazoo* is now online

*sad kazoo*: Sorry, man, I've been doing some shit for a few days so I can find a way to adopt Toshi.

depresso extra shot: Nobody's heard from you for days!

*sad kazoo*: Well, yeah, I mean, I bought a house, I'm working, I got stuff to do.

depresso extra shot: How the fuck?

*sad kazoo*: I had Hime help me.

1:50 PM

private chat with depresso extra shot and *sad kazoo*

depresso extra shot: How the fuck did Himiko help you?

*sad kazoo*: Himiko hooked me up with one of her friends who can change appearances. The girl made me look how I would if the accident never happened.

depresso extra shot: So you're never coming back to the League.

*sad kazoo*: No. I'm not, I can't. I have a son, man. I need to be there for him.

depresso extra shot: I'll still be your friend, right?

*sad kazoo*: Of course. And you can always have Himi's friend make you look different too. You can get away from this life too, Tomura.

depresso extra shot: I can't just disappear, Dabi.

*sad kazoo*: Why not? I've already found a way to disappear without questions. I could take you into it.

depresso extra shot: Tell me why I should? I have All For One's legacy to uphold!

*sad kazoo*: Who are you even carrying his legacy anyway? Because he saved you? You don't have to risk your life for his legacy because he saved you once. Following his legacy will kill you. I should know, I was held to a legacy too and look where it got me. I'm a murderer, a wanted criminal. This path isn't one you'll survive. He groomed a child and forced his own destiny onto you.

depresso extra shot: I'll think about it.

*sad kazoo*: You could really be Izuku's brother then.

depresso extra shot: You say that like I don't have a quirk that would kill this family like I did my last one. How am I supposed to explain to Izuku that I killed our father? My mother and sister?

*sad kazoo*: Himiko knows someone who can change your quirk. I was going to see him right before I stage my disappearing act. He was going to make my fire red again and give me some ice control so I won't turn into a burnt chicken nugget again.

depresso extra shot: So he could make my quirk something else?

*sad kazoo*: He can make your quirk into whatever you want.

depresso extra shot: I've always wanted to have a healing quirk like my sister did.

*sad kazoo*: And he can do that.

depresso extra shot: I think I'd like that.

*sad kazoo*: So you wanna make the League a family instead? We can all move into my house. We can be normal. We can have lives.

depresso extra shot: I could probably talk everyone into it.

*sad kazoo* So it's a plan then.

depresso extra shot: We'd have to tell the others.

*sad kazoo*: Himi's already onboard. So are Magne and Twice. I haven't raised the question to Compress or Spinner yet.

depresso extra shot: So we just need to talk to Atsuhiro and Iguchi.

*sad kazoo*: Yeah.

depresso extra shot: Iguchi is a lost cause. He's a devout Stain follower. He won't ever agree to it. Compress we might be able to convince. He's said how his great-grandfather is a famous criminal. He might have it though his thick skull that he needs to bring honor to his family name by reforming the hero society.

*sad kazoo*: So we've decided to kill off the League.

depresso extra shot: For our second chance at life.

Taglist: @lgbtforeverything @rin-tanaka @everythingisstardust @paint-in-flames @hakodas-tits

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sweetestlamb · 4 years ago

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All I Want for Christmas is You- Part 2

Summary: Mun-yeong realizes somethings about herself and gets an unforgettable Christmas. .

Author's note: Thanks for all the love for part one, part two made my heart ache a lot while writing and there’s only one more part to come! Once you finish this part it will be pretty obvious what the next part will be LOL but thanks for joining me on this Christmas journey y’all. HAPPY READING.

Trigger warning: mentions of child neglect, domestic abuse. Don’t read if those are triggering to you, do what’s best for you.

It's her fault, she knows that entirely, she was the one to get her hopes up. When she came home and saw the suitcases on the ground, her heart beat skyrocketed thundering through her brittle ribcage babum babum it thumped as she dropped her backpack on the ground and ventured further into the lavish space. Fingers lightly caressed the matte black case as her eyes darted around looking for any signs of humanity.

Glasses.

On the pristine clear center table sat her father's reading glasses. The ones he would perch on the edge of his nose while he would look over his blueprints, nudging them up with a single digit when they slid down the bridge of his nose.

"Father?" The foreign word left her tongue, a word she hadn't uttered for months. She spun around desperately longing to catch even a glimpse of the elusive figure.

There was a distant sound of a door opening and then her father stood there in the hallway. Her lungs almost collapsed as she struggled to complete a simple bodily function she'd mastered since birth.

"Mun-yeong."

That was all he said. And it was the sweetest sound, suddenly flashbacks washed over her of running to meet her father by the door when he would arrive home. He would lift her up and spin her around, her gleeful squeals bouncing off the mansion walls. He would ask her about her day and tickle her little belly before she could answer.

Once upon a time they'd been happy. Too happy. She'd spent so much of her life laughing, maybe that was why the universe was balancing it out now. Before Gang-tae crashed into her world she had no reason to smile.

Flashes of her huddled under her blankets listening to the screams of her parents in the kitchen below, her mother's manic screech as she accused her father of cheating. Her father's adamant denials and then the metal crashes, her mother always became physical, bruises would litter her father's body. Then one day her mother was just gone. Without a single goodbye suddenly she was motherless. But she still clung to the idea of having her father, his love would be the balm on her wounds.

Then he moved them to the city, busy and bustling with life and movement and her eyes widened with wonder and she thought this would be their new beginning.

Her father took countless business trips, so much so that she never saw him, would glare at the other girls at the father daughter events. Remembered shoving a group of girls who called her an orphan, the rage singing through her blood.

Sang-in was hired soon after and she was a demon, she knew it and reveled in making his life a living life. She was demanding and bratty, crying and screaming in equal terms but he was persistent, disgustingly patient. He would smile at her antics fondly and never rise to her bait. Without her permission he was the first one that came to her mind when something good happened in her life.

When she'd written her first story, a morbid thing about consuming the things you loved, it had gone missing temporarily and then popped up in the visor of his car. When she demanded to know why he took her story his only response was, "It deserved to be shown off." She'd scoffed at the sentimental response twisting away to wipe at moisture that escaped.

So all in all it was her own fault for expecting something from someone who had given up on her a long time ago. Who she should have given up on too.

So she'd stood there silently with her father, deep wrinkles marring his skin.

Waiting.

"I didn't think you'd be home, I should have called first. I just came to get some important things, I have another business trip. Switzerland."

Important things. She took in the ties and pens in his hands, carefully folded clothes and sketches. Those were the objects he'd considered important here, she was discarded and left behind but those objects they were essential.

She wanted to scream, to hurl words at him like knives, slicing him up into shreds just like his words had done to her heart.

"Okay."

She collected her bag off the floor, walking past the stranger in the room without a second glance. It wasn't until she heard the front door close that she finally allowed the emotions simmering below the surface to erupt.

The decorations had been the final straw. It was salt on her festering wound.

She didn't expect Gang-tae to show up, thought that he too would forget about her existence. But instead he had tilted her world off axis, uttering words that her ears hadn't heard for years.

Love.

She didn't know what she felt for him exactly, she needed him that much she knew. She knew her jealousy and possessiveness wasn't healthy, knew that he wasn't hers, he wasn't an object or something she could own. But she wanted to. Wanted to lock him away and keep him to herself, there would be other Ju-Ri's- pestering ants- ready to steal him away and she wanted to smash them all to pieces. But did that translate to love, was she even capable of such a fragile emotion?

She falls asleep in his arms, rocked into a fitful sleep as he strokes her head whispering sweet nothings into her starved ears. She wakes up bewildered in her plush bed, thick blanket tightly tucked around her frame. When she ventures out into the living room after brushing her teeth and brushing her tangled hair, the sight of her boyfriend with an apron around his broad chest is enough to knock away some of the ice around her heart.

"What are you doing? You didn't go home?" Her voice is sleep laden and raspy even to her ears and she watches with feminine satisfaction as a chill runs down his body.

Twisting to meet her eyes, he locks eyes with her. The warmth in his deep orbs could rival that of the sun. It's almost painful to look at.

"Good morning. I didn't want to leave you. I called my mom last night, told her I was staying with Jae-su. How are you feeling?"

Like shit. Her eyes are sore and her throat is scratchy like she swallowed a bucket of sand.

He nods as if she spoke words, reading her face like an open book.

"Here." He hands her a cup of tea. "The soup will be ready soon and the rice is finished. Can you get us some plates and chopsticks?"

She absently listens to his requests, getting what they need on autopilot before sitting at the table and watching him move comfortably in her kitchen. After a minute of stirring and tasting he deigns the soup perfect and he brings the hot pot over to the table, before going back to scoop fluffy white rice into a deep round bowl.

The aroma perfumes the space with smells of spice and warmth, and she watches as he serves the food, handing it to her first.

"I hope you enjoy the meal."

She can't remember the last time someone made food for her, the closest thing she has is room service and one time Sang-in made a grilled cheese for her, too burnt around the edges and the cheese not all the way melted but she'd seen the treat on an American drama and demanded it.

"Thank you." She replies barely a whisper feeling vulnerable before him, he's seen her at her worst so many times but for some unfathomable reason he hasn't left. Unlike Sang-in he's not getting paid so she truly doesn't understand.

The first sip of soup is delicious, salty and thick with chunks of fish, potatoes and soft tofu. She hums at the flavor eagerly going back in for more, stuffing giant spoonful's of rice into her mouth until her cheeks puff out.

His airy chuckle breaks her single minded focus and she peers up at him inquisitively.

"What?"

"You're cute." He shrugs, looking her right in the eyes as if he isn't the same boy who blushes when she holds his hands.

"Cute? I'm not cute. And why are you so brave lately?" His confession replays in her mind, her traitorous heart thumping away frantically in recollection.

This time he does pause, putting down his spoon and looking at her over the table with a serene little smile on his achingly handsome face.

"Love makes you brave."

She chokes on air, sputtering and coughing at his boldness again.

His laugh is loud and booming this time, rattling her bones and then he dives back into his soup with a happy chuckle.

"We're leaving after we eat. Wear something warm."

"Don't tell me what to do." She fires back. But she walks off to her room to change after slurping the last bits of the soup, ignoring his amused brows and knowing smile. Annoying.

He's changed too when she comes back out and she looks at him confused.

"I had Sang-tae meet me with a change of clothes earlier."

She wonders what time he woke up to do all these errands and why he's even going through all this trouble for her, she's not worth it.

But he looks gorgeous as ever in an emerald green turtleneck and dark wash jeans, his eyes are positively gleaming as he looks at her. She's swaddled in a cashmere cream sweater that hangs over her thick plaid skirt and tights. The way his eyes graze over her form makes her warm and she escapes before he can burn her up.

As she bends to tug on her winter boots she feels his presence behind her, he tugs her backwards into his hold. She immediately stiffens at the affection, unprepared for it.

"You look pretty."

Her heart flutters at the soft words whispered directly into her ears and she scoffs, leaning back further into his embrace.

"Why are you so mushy today?"

He hums instead of replying, suddenly spinning her around and she almost falls at the rapid move. He catches her with a strong grip on her waist.

"I really want to kiss you."

Her breath hitches as she gazes up at him, taking in his hungry stare and red lips. She reaches out to latch onto his sides, tugging him closer until their faces are inches apart.

"Do what you want."

He doesn't need to be told twice and almost instantly he's devouring her, licking at the remnants of soup on her tongue. She rises on her tiptoes to fully meet his passionate embrace, his love driving out all the cold that still stubbornly remained. His hands slide into her soft tresses as he bites at her plump bottom lip, sucking the sore flesh into his hungry mouth. A moan escapes her throat and she can feel how his fingers tighten on her scalp. When they break apart, he looks dazed running his tongue across his lips as if chasing her taste. It lights a fire in her belly.

"Okay now we can go."

"What the hell is this place?" She sneers looking around in contempt at the beaming families.

"A tree farm. I come here every year to pick out a tree with my family. I wanted to pick one with you."

She turns around walking away, skin crawling from being in such a place. He must have lost his mind. But he catches her hand in a large clasp and when she looks back vehemently, she meets his puppy dog eyes and pleading bottom lip.

"Please?"

She's not going to fall for that, he's not even that cute. No, she's definitely leaving and locking her door and telling security but to let anyone up.

"What about that one?" He inquires dragging her to another tree, identical to the one before it.

"They all look the same, I don't care. You pick." She whines for the hundredth time about ready to stomp and throw a tantrum like a child they'd walked past earlier.

He shakes his head and walks away again spewing some crap about finding the perfect tree for her. And then she spots a crooked tree in the corner, far away from the other trees. It's a decent size but it leans slightly to the right and the pines aren't as full as the other trees they've seen. It looks discarded and abandoned as a family walks past it, "Definitely not this one. Who would want an ugly tree like this? They all snigger. Something like sympathy swirls in her belly and she catches Gang-tae's eyes.

"I want that one."

He nods asking no questions, "It's perfect. I'll go get someone to pack it up for us."

It's not until they have the tree wrapped and tied that she remembers that they took a cab here.

"How are we going to carry this thing home?"

Gang-tae looks up from his phone with a smile before a car horn sounds behind them.

"With help." He points behind her and when she turns around she meets the grinning face of one Lee Sang-in, waving from the front seat. He hops out and immediately picks up the tree going back to strap it to the hood of the car.

Then he opens the car door for her with a bow, "Young mistress. It's good to see you."

She rolls her eyes at the title, he hasn't called her that since she was young and wanted to pretend she was a princess.

She hears Gang-tae thank him quietly before sliding into the car right after her, their thighs pressed closely together.

"Where to now? Sang-in asks adjusting his mirror

"Hom--"

"The mall." Gang-tae interrupts and she looks at him in surprise. "It's part of your experience, trust me?"

She doesn't respond but it scares her that her heart immediately says "yes", she does trust him.

When they reach the mall he grabs her hand again, pulling her out with a quick "See you later" directed at her driver, who nods in response driving off to find parking.

"Why are we here? I don't need anything."

He looks at her mysteriously before speaking, "You're going to buy gifts for the important people in your life."

Her father's voice echoes in her head and bile collects in her throat. He must notice the shift in her mood because he pulls her close.

"Shhhh. Not them. The important people in your life. The people who you love."

"Who....who I love?"

He drags her away from his hold and looks into her eyes softly brushing her cheeks.

"Yes. The people who make you happy. Only think about that."

Nodding she finally breaks from his embrace and steps into the mall, it's busy and crowded but Gang-tae uses his body as a shield and the shopping begins. By the time they leave the sun has began it's descend, vivid yellows and pinks painting the sky.

As if summoned the car pulls up by their feet, Sang-in hopping out to open her door once again.

This time when they both get in he doesn't ask them for directions and starts the familiar route back to her place. Head too heavy with ideas she stares aimlessly out the window, too overwhelmed to converse to Gang-tae.

When they reach her apartment she is unprepared for the sight that greets her.

On the sidewalk standing in the blistering cold are Sang-tae, Seung-jae, Jae-su, and Gang-tae's mother. They all begin to wildly wave when they see the car pull up.

"What?" She barely gets out before Gang-tae is tugging her from the car. Bounding over to the small group.

His mother is the first to speak, "Interesting how you slept at Jae-su's house but here you are at Mun-yeong's apartment." Her face is hard as ice while looking at her son but it melts to the warmest smile when she sees Mun-yeong. She ignores her son's breathless excuses and his older brother's mischievous sniggers at his little brother's discomfort.

"Oh Mun-yeong don't you look pretty? You must be cold, let's head up." The woman links their elbows and begins to tug her into the building. Seung-jae skips along with them happily linking arms from the other side and introducing herself to Gang-tae's mother.

Behind her she misses Sang-in trying to leave only for her boyfriend to block him, dragging him along with the group.

"So fancy." Gang-tae's mom whispers looking around, clutching at her threadbare sweater looking self-conscious and Mun-yeong tightens her hold.

"I like your house better." She says honestly, thinking about how much love is soaked in every surface of the small home. The smile she receives is better than all the riches in the world.

It's not until she reaches her front door that she remembers the mess she left behind, turning to Gang-tae with terrified eyes she looks for help.

He smiles at her, shaking his head and waving her in.

With trembling fingers she pushes the key into the hole and opens the door.

It looks at neat as ever, not a decoration in sight but all the broken glass and tinsel is gone. It looks reborn.

Breathing out a breathe she didn't release she was holding she steps inside, there aren't enough slippers for everyone- she's never had this many people over- and Sang-in rushes off to get extras from the front desk.

"Well, let's get started." Gang-tae's mom says, opening a large box she was clutching in her hand. Inside are the prettiest ornaments she's ever seen, homemade ones and lopsided ones that look like they were created by a child's hand.

As if reading her mind the woman lifts one bringing it closer to Mun-yeong before leaning in as if sharing a secret, "Gang-tae made this for me when he was six. He was so proud to show it off. Every year we put it on the tree, it deserves to be shown off."

The motherly pride bursting from her eyes steals Mun-yeong's voice and she remembers when someone said those very same words to her. Finding his eyes in the room, the urge to hug him washes over her but too frightened by her own emotions she hugs herself tightly instead.

"It's pretty."

And then it's a whirlwind of movement, Gang-tae's mother putting everyone to work- the men are setting the tree up in a corner by the window, while Seung-jae is on decorating duty leaving her on chopping duty in the kitchen.

"I'm not very good with a knife." She admits, embarrassed by her uselessness, it's clear that Gang-tae and Sang-tae were taught to be self-sufficient, both comfortable in the kitchen.

Instead of chastising her the woman takes the knife she was holding awkwardly in her hands.

"You need to hold it like this unless you'll chop those dainty little fingers off, I hear you're a writer so be extra careful. Just hold it like this and let the knife do the work." She models as she instructs Mun-yeong slicing the carrots into perfect rounds, before handing the utensil back to her.

"Try."

And so she does and they're nowhere near as perfect, not as even but they aren't too bad and pride sears under her skin.

"I did it."

"They look great. Keep going just like that." The praise makes her light-headed and she keeps chopping, wide smile spread across her lips.

"Hey Mun-yeong-ah, do you like this here?" Seung-jae calls from her spot on the couch, standing on it to put a sparkling string of snowflakes draping from the curtains.

She nods in reply. Too choked up to find her voice.

Her friend looks at her with warm knowing eyes before turning back to her decorations.

"We should let Mun-yeong put the star on top. Hey, Mun-yeong we're done over here, you wanna put the finishing touch?" Jae-su calls out to her, bits of tinsel lost in his hair as he waves her over to the almost completely decorated tree. The lights are twinkling, reflecting beautifully in the glass and she steps forward with her heart firmly lodged in her throat.

She stands in front of the tree, staring up at the empty spot for the star.

Gang-tae places it in her hand, his thumb gently swiping across her trembling skin.

"Here I'll help." Sang-in whispers, stepping behind her and lifting her off her feet so she can reach the top of the tree. Tears glisten in her eyes as she finally places the star on top.

"It's perfect." Her voice is too soft, she doubts anyone heard it.

But then they all explode in a small applause.

"It looks great Mun-yeongie! Nice job!" Sang-tae calls out, clapping the loudest before meandering off to try to steal food from the kitchen.

They all snigger at his pained "ow!" as he's thwarted once again by his watchful mother.

By the time they're sitting down to enjoy the feast her mind is going a mile a minute, listening to the rambunctious conversations around her as her world collides with Gang-tae's. She's never sat at this dining table before, opting to eat her meals in the safety of her room. But now she understands why others do this, eat together. It makes her fuller than the food she's shoveling into her mouth.

"One more minute." Sang-tae says loudly checking his watch.

When the clock strikes twelve, all is moving and she's passed from arm to arm until she's finally in familiar arms, Moon Gang-tae. He rocks her side to side as he tucks his head into her hair.

"Merry Christmas Mun-yeong, I love you."

She clings to him, emotions bubbling up as she fights back her tears. I love you. She thinks it loudly in her mind, this must be what love is. The way that she feels about him has to be love, it's too big to be anything else. She's certain.

"You don't need to say anything. Just know that I'm not going anywhere. That's love. It doesn't ever leave."

All these damn confessions. He'll be the death of her.

"Annoying."

He giggles before pulling away to hug his mom and Seung-jae fills his void, lifting her off her feet and she can't stop the cheerful laugh that explodes out of her.

She's happy.

They all clean up, pushing her on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate with large marshmallows. And then she realizes they're all going to leave, she's going to be alone again.

Cold icy dread fills her gut until the inevitable moment comes.

"We're all done. It's pretty late. We should start heading out." That's Gang-tae's mother as she packs away her things neatly and Mun-yeong wants to get down on her knees and beg them all to stay.

She's pulled into a warm embrace again.

"You make sure to come over often okay? We need to practice your chopping skills and fatten you up, you’re too skinny.”

It's not a question but she still nods letting the woman hug her and Sang-tae ruffles her hair, punching at her chin and asking her to keep Gang-tae in line, she smirks in response nodding.

Seung-jae hugs her and promises to text when she gets home, skipping out the door to catch her taxi.

Gang-tae kisses her head and she presses her face into his neck, "Thank you."

He hugs her closely, breathing her in before twin coughs cause them to break apart.

He rubs his neck bashfully under the hard looks from his mother and Sang-in.

With a final bow, Gang-tae leaves with his family. But not before promising to come over tomorrow. Love never leaves, it always comes back.

Then it's just her and her driver.

"He's a good kid. Did you have fun today?"

She turns to look at him with wet eyes, tears finally falling after all the kindness she was shown today.

"Sang-in," she chokes out, "Why didn't you ever quit?"

He looks at her curiously before walking to sit on the couch, patting the cushion next to him in invitation. After a moment she sits down beside him melting into his arm around her shoulder.

"You were such a demon." He finally speaks and she turns to stare at him, his eyes are filled with fondness. "You were demanding and I was scared to come to work sometimes honestly, I did think about quitting once. Just once. But then I read that story you wrote, do you remember?"

She sniffles, "Yeah. The girl who ate everything."

He nods in agreement, "The girl in that story was so lonely that whenever she made a friend she would swallow them whole. Or they would run away. I knew that girl just needed someone to show her that you don't need to own everything you love. They can just live beside you, loving you too."

"I bought you a gift." She pulls away, brushing away her tears to collect the gift that Gang-tae helped her wrap in her room when everyone was busy.

She runs off to get the gift and brings it back to Sang-in, thrusting it at his chest. He looks at her with wide eyes before grabbing the shiny red square.

He opens it gently, peeling away the tape instead of ripping the paper, reverence in his very move.

He stares at the black box before prying it open.

Two buttery soft leather gloves stare back at him.

The gift feels stupid and too little in the wake of the words he just said to her and she's about to tell him that she'll get him something better and this isn't his real gift, she's never done this Christmas thing before she needs practice and--

"I love them."

He slips the driving gloves out of the box, sliding them over his calloused hands.

"Thank you Mun-yeong."

His reaction forces her to be honest with him, "I want you to be my driver for a long time. So you need to take care of your hands."

He nods softly, "Yes. I'll make sure that I do."

"I also got you this. If it's too weird you don't have to use it."

It had caught her eye at the mall, seeing it on others before but knowing she would never get to give it to anyone. But then Gang-tae had been there telling her to get it, she looked at him like he was insane but he insisted, "You know who you want to give it to. Stop hesitating, your heart knows best."

So she shoves another box at him, looking away in embarrassment, not emotionally ready to watch him open it.

He gasps when he does. A loud gasp that bursts out of his chest, he leans back into the couch as if sitting is too difficult.

"I.. Mun-yeong... I don't....thank you."

#1 dad.

Those are the words on the tie that hangs from his finger, the tie is silky smooth a deep hue of blue that has bits of silver when it catches the light.

In every sense of the word he's been like a father to her. More than her own father ever has.

"He's really rubbing off on you isn't he?"

She can't argue. Without his guidance she would have never done any of this, wouldn't have looked into her own heart to find these hidden dormant emotions.

"I think I love him."

Sang-in stills before brushing her hair behind her ears, "Then I'm not the one you should be telling. Love should be expressed. “

“I will. I’m going to tell him.”

Tomorrow can't come soon enough. She has to tell him how she feels.

I'm in love with Moon Gang-tae.

#psycho but it's okay #It's okay to not be okay #moon gang tae #ko mun yeong #family feels #the life she deserves #pure Christmas smut next chapter #had to get the feelings and emotions out first

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