#Just a random tuesday after figure drawing class

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Your portfolio is gorgeous and so are you. Your art is vibrant and colorful and fun. All good things. Seriously. I've worked as a production designer for years and your portfolio is great.

And you are absolutely not an "ugly girl." LA warps self perception something fierce (says the LA native). You are so pretty!

Heyyyyy you want to hire me? Nobody else does 🙃

Also if it helps any i was an ugly girl in pittsburgh first which

Good old c*m*u "the odds are good but the goods are odd"

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Chapter Two

MHA Aizawa FanFic

Shota Aizawa x Akane Saito (my oc)

7,989 words

I could literally never post this on any other social media (Wattpad and AO3 don't count IMO)

TW/CW again for mention of abuse and attempt at victim bl*ming by the victim herself (as always my tags will include TW and CW at the beginning so I don't have to add those words and risk bringing my posts down)

Tuesday morning Akane found herself on light duty tasks for work. She tried to insist to her supervisor, Miss Etsuko Yamaguchi, that she really didn’t need this kind of treatment, but the older woman had just smiled and shooed her away. Though Akane really didn’t mind. She didn’t even need her cart today. All she was responsible for today was puke patrol and lost student duty. Even though it had been a couple months since the new school year had brought in new students, but they still tended to get lost for another month or two. Especially with the dorm buildings having been added.

So, with low music playing in her headphones Akane wandered around the campus. All she had to do was radio someone else on the janitorial staff if a kid got sick and help any lost kids as much as they needed her to. Normally she would also have to have a cart to clean up the puke herself, but Miss Yamaguchi had told her to radio for someone else instead and gave her a walkie talkie which Akane had tucked in her hoodie pocket. Mother Nature had finally decided it was Winter and the Mid November temperatures had finally come crashing down on them this morning. Thankfully Akane could stay indoors for most of today, but she made sure to keep an eye on the nearest window every time she saw one in case a student was lost out there. The thick grey clouds blocking most of the sunlight today definitely meant snow. Even though the cold wasn’t the best weather she preferred the snow over everything else. So, the thought had Akane even more excited than she already was after the weekend with Shōta.

        Akane looked around the hallway she was in and realized she was less than thirty feet from the door to Class 1-A. Her heart fluttered again, and she felt her hair start to shrink inside the thick toke she had it tucked under. She wanted to go peak inside the little window, but she knew better because every kid in that classroom had an uncanny sense for when they were being watched even if only briefly. With a huffed sigh she continued her path forward which would lead her past the door anyway. It wasn’t unusual for janitorial and support staff to wander the hallways during the day so no one would bother her over walking by. She decided to risk at least glancing in when she walked by.

To her surprise Shōta was standing at the front of the classroom, free of the sleeping bag she had so often seen him in and teaching actively. She stopped to look at him for a second longer and as soon as she did his head turned to look at her. He held her gaze for a few seconds before flashing her a brief smile and turning back to his students. She figured it was best she hurried along before anyone in that room realized what had just happened. When she rounded the end of the hall and had made it to the next platform on the staircase Akane stopped and leaned against the stairwell wall. He had risked that smile knowing damn good and well all his students saw it. She was going to have to avoid his room the rest of the day, so she didn’t draw any more attention to herself.

It’s not that the two days he had spent taking care of her and helping her adjust to her quirk had been bad. In fact, they were wonderful. She just didn’t need the students doing what kids do and starting rumors. There was one point he had sent a student to check on her yesterday, but it had been Uraraka who was incredibly sweet and amazing with secrets as it turned out. She hadn’t even asked why her superhero teacher had asked her to check on this random janitor lady. She had just brought a few homemade cookies that she promised she already planned on giving away, she just didn’t know who because it was an extra few from the batch she made for her classmates, made sure Akane was okay and then left. She knew the only reason Shōta didn’t send a teacher the other two times during the hours he had been busy was, so he didn’t make her uncomfortable. Instead, a couple other members of the support staff had come to check on her and bring her food. When someone had knocked on her door the fourth time Akane was pleased to see Shōta himself with a big bag of take out in one hand and the sequel to the movie they had watched on Sunday in the other.

        After a few minutes of concentration Akane felt her hair return to the waist length she had set it to Sunday and then she pushed herself off the wall. When she made it to the next floor, she finally bumped into someone else. A lost kid by the looks of it. Halfway down the hallway stood a short and petite kid with sapphire blue hair. The kid turned around and Akane saw the worried expression on her face.

        “Hey there kiddo, you look a little lost. My name is Akane Saito, and I work here as a Janitor. Luckily for you I’m on lost kid duty today so how can I help,” she called out cheerfully to the girl whose eyes were starting to water. The girl’s head snapped up from the paper in her hands, her schedule presumably, and relief washed across her face.

“Oh, my goodness finally an adult who works here! I’m so lost and it’s so dumb because I’ve been here for two months, and I’ve gone to class 2-B many many times and yet here I am lost!” She sounded bewildered and a bit on edge. Akane let out a soft chuckle and smiled warmly at the girl.

        “Don’t worry it happens to everyone, well everyone without a good memory. Did you know having a photographic or eidetic memory used to be considered a superpower?” She was trying to keep things light so the girl wouldn’t have a full-blown freak out. She might be new here herself, newer than this student in fact, but she did have a photographic memory.

        “No, I had no idea. Would you mind leading me to my classroom please? I’m not sure my teacher is going to be too pleased,” the girl muttered and rubbed her neck as she looked at her shoes. Akane nodded and told the young girl she’d be happy to help before she turned around to head back in the direction she had just come from. The girl followed along beside her silently. Akane didn’t mind making casual conversations, but she also knew she was going to have to walk past Shōta’s classroom again and she didn’t wanna have to think about talking while walking past the man she loved.

The door to the girl’s classroom was left open by a crack. She thanked Akane and scurried inside. When Akane saw the teacher wasn’t scolding the girl she turned around to head back to where she was on her route. She would have to pass his room a third time. So much for staying away as not to draw attention to herself.

        As she hurried past his room a third time the door slid open. No fuck not now, Akane thought. She kept her eyes fixed out the many windows on her right and kept walking while silently praying whoever it was it was simply a coincidence. The door to his room closed and footsteps started behind her in the hallway. Akane picked up her pace and when she made it to the stairs, she felt a familiar sensation slide over her shoulder.

        “Listen I swear I’m not being creepy,” she started as she turned around, but the owner of this capture scarf wasn’t who she thought it was. Behind her stood a student. Hitoshi Shinso to be exact.

“I saw you pass by with the student the second time though I don’t think he did and then when you walked past the third time, I could see him messing with his scarf. He only does that when he’s worried. So, I excused myself to ‘go to the bathroom’ but really, I came to see if you were okay. He and I have a secret code that we use with our scarves, so I don’t have to talk since I have a brain washing quirk. Don’t worry it only activates if I ask you a question, so I won’t,” his voice was barely audible, but Akane knew why. She had seen him on TV during the Sports Festival last year, so she was familiar with how his Quirk worked though he didn’t know that.

        “You can signal to him that I’m okay I just needed to help that student. I’m on puke patrol and lost student duty so he doesn’t need to worry about me overdoing it today,” she explained. He nodded and tugged his scarf off her shoulder where it had still been resting.

        “I’ll let him know,” he mumbled before turning around and heading back to Class 1-A’s room. Once again Akane found herself leaning against the wall of the first platform going down from this floor in this stairwell. She really had to get out of the main building. She decided she could get some fresh air and hurried all the way back to the ground floor.

The rest of the day passed without incident. When Akane decided she wasn’t in the mood for dinner she headed straight for her room after telling Miss Yamaguchi that she was still feeling well. With the door closed to her room Akane pulled off all the layers she had been wearing save for one. She flopped face first onto her bed in nothing more than a pair of shorts and a sports bra. Her gloves of course had still been on since she replaced them Sunday after her shower. A light knock sounded at her door, and she groaned. She really was tired of people asking if she was okay. It was a simple shapeshifting quirk, it’s not like using her quirk shattered half her bones with one go. A light chuckle escaped over that roast. Whatever Midoryia’s Quirk was he clearly wasn’t built for it. She opened the door to see Shōta standing there and quickly closed it again remembering her outfit. She took a deep breath and cracked it open again.

        “Hi sorry didn’t mean to slam it in your face, I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up, so I’m not properly dressed,” she explained while her cheeks grew bright red.

        “That’s okay I just wanted to check on you. I know it’s probably getting a bit annoying, and I can leave you be if you’d like me to, but I wanted to check one more time before I let you decide if I should leave you alone or not,” he explained. He was wearing a few layers himself which made him look a little like a sleep deprived blob. Akane giggled at this thought.

        “It’s never annoying coming from you. And you can stop checking up on me but I’m totally fine if you keep popping by to hang out or whatever,” she said. He smiled that soft smile again and nodded.

“Well then may I come in and hang out for a bit? Once you’re properly dressed that is,” he asked. She nodded and left the door cracked to go pull on a shirt at random. Once she had on the loose grey shirt that covered her shorts most of the way, she opened the door the rest of the way. He walked inside and she shut it quickly but not before getting a devious look from a woman a couple of rooms down. Akane responded by sticking her tongue out at the woman before closing the door. She turned around to find him shedding layers and pulling out snacks along with it. When he finished a small pile of snacks sat on her only nightstand, a larger pile of his clothes lay on her floor, and he was in a white shirt and sweats. He really didn’t wear shorts, did he? He turned around to Akane and smiled when he saw her staring again. He chuckled and walked over to her leaving a couple feet of space between them.

        “You really do like to look at me don’t you Akane,” his voice was a bit thicker than normal, and his black eyes seemed to blaze even without his quirk activated. Akane’s face got redder as she nodded. “Well then it’s a good thing I really like to look at you too.” He lifted a hand as if to reach for her and then dropped it.

“Okay new rule. As long as it’s not kissing, touching my gloves or scars, or initiating anything lewd you don’t have to ask for my permission. It’ll help us both because as much as I find it sweet it tends to get in the way ya know,” Akane explained as she stayed standing there between Shōta and the door. He reached up and cupped her cheek in one hand. Akane’s heart thundered in her chest as he stepped a bit closer.

        “You’d want me to kiss you?” He sounded more happy than he did surprised.

        “Shō I’ve been dreaming of kissing you for years. I’d be able to die happy if you did,” she said before she could stop herself. Her face was hot with blush, and he stepped close enough that Akane could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Then may I kiss you,” he asked. Akane had to be dreaming. She pinched her cheek that he wasn’t holding, and he laughed. “You’re not dreaming I really asked.”

        “Then yes please,” she breathed. His face got closer and Akane’s eyes fluttered shut. His breath hit her face with warmth and the smell of mint. After a few seconds that seemed to drag out forever his lips were on hers. Soft, smooth, and warm. His hand slid into her long orange hair, and she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. His lips pressed into hers more and then a few seconds later they were gone from hers. She opened her eyes to find him still close to her. Close enough she could still feel and smell his breath on her face. She wanted more, so much more but she knew she couldn’t handle it right now. Not mentally anyway. He kissed her nose and then stepped back two steps.

        “That was everything I’d dreamed it would be and more,” she said breathlessly. His hand slid from her hair and found her hand.

       “And even though last night was the first time I’ve dreamt of kissing you it was just as wonderful for me,” he smiled as he tugged her over to her bed, “now let’s see what there is to watch while we have snack yeah?” She sat in her usual spot and this time he sat next to her instead of adjacent from her as he had been last night. Her lips still tasted like his and she couldn’t think enough to find the remote.

“You, okay?” His voice was sincere. She turned to him and smiled.

        “I am I just can’t think because my lips still taste like you and as much as I know neither of us want to rush anything, but I really want to kiss you again,” she explained. He reached up and cupped her cheek in his hand again.

        “Then by all means kiss me again if you’d like to,” he breathed out. She leaned up and closed the space between them as she shut her eyes. Her lips met his and his other arm looped around her middle back. He pulled her closer which deepened the kiss. She wrapped both arms around him and slowly parted her lips. His lips followed her lead, and she hesitantly slid her tongue into his mouth. A soft moan escaped her mouth and as if he was anticipating her retreat from embarrassment he let go. She pulled back enough that their noses were still touching. Akane went to say something, but Shōta held up a finger to her lips.

"Don't apologize like I know you're about to try to do, I'm never going to be upset by you stopping anything between us at any time," he whispered. Akane pulled back another few inches and spotted the remote buried under his pile of snacks on her nightstand.

"Then I'd like to just watch a movie and ask you to forget that noise you heard," she said as she leaned around him and pulled the remote from under the snacks before straightening back up. "I mean it'll be hard, but I'll try my best," he said honestly before he leaned back against the pillow, he had put between himself and the wall her bed was against. She turned the TV on and found that one of the movies that had been made about All Might was playing on TV.

"Okay this one's literally my favorite and I'm not apologizing so it stays on," she declared as she tossed the remote across the room in case he tried to object or change it. This made him laugh loudly. She turned to fixate him with a playful glare which caused him to stop laughing and return the look. After a few seconds of this stare down he reached behind him and sent one of the snack cakes flying at her. It hit Akane square in the chest and she gasped. He doubled over with laughter, and she threw the cake back at him. Even bent over his scarf snapped up and caught the sweet snack easily. She shuddered a bit and he looked up at her seriously.

"I can leave this on the floor with my other layers if you need me to, it's just like a second skin so I almost never remember to take it off," he offered. Akane shook her head.

"No, I'm okay that wasn't a bad shudder," she said shyly before turning to pretend to watch the movie. She saw Shōta straighten up in her peripheral vision with a smirk on his face.

"For someone who agrees we shouldn't rush this you seem to be having lots of dirty thoughts this evening," he teased. She snatched the snack cake from his scarf and tossed it at him again. This time he let it bounce off his chest.

"You're on my bed, in my room flirting with me after doting on me half the weekend. What more did you expect," she teased back. His smirk turned into a smile as he leaned back against the pillow again and opened the poor smooshed snack cake.

"Nothing actually," he said before stuffing half the thing into his mouth. Akane giggled and turned to watch the movie this time. She scooted a little further away but only so she could lay down with her head in his lap again, she had done this last night and could swear he didn’t stop smiling the whole time. He ran his fingers through her hair as they watched the movie together. She reached over once to grab a snack because she still really wasn't feeling too hungry. After a while Shōta's fingers in her hair started to soothe her to sleep.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to fall asleep," she warned.

"And much like with the rules of a cat I wouldn't be allowed to move until you wake up or move off of me, whichever comes first," he teased but kept running his fingers through her hair.

"What if you're late for class tomorrow?" He just kept running his fingers through her hair. Her eyes started to flutter shut before he finally answered.

"Then I'd be late and if anything happened, I'd trust Shinso, Midoryia, and Ida to handle it. Now shush and sleep if you'd like to." She nodded and allowed his fingers in her hair to fully lull her to sleep. Akane's alarm went off at 5 am like it always did and she reached over to turn it off. The noise stopped before her hand reached it and she realized Shōta must have stayed here. She opened her eyes to see she was lying halfway on him.

"Five more minutes," grumbled and pulled her closer. Her heart fluttered and she giggled.

"Okay but then we have to get up," she whispered. He nodded once and then went back to breathing evenly. Her alarm went off again ten minutes later and he smacked the snooze button again.

"Okay okay fine I'll get up," he grumbled again. He opened his eyes which were blazing red and Akane felt her hair shrinking in length. A soft growl came up from his chest and he blinked, turning his eyes back to their usual black. Her hair tickled her back through her shirt as it grew back out to her waist. "Though with a view like this I'm not sure why I'm complaining." Akane giggled and blushed as he cupped her cheek.

"Mmmmmm I'd say you could get used to it but I think we'd be breaking our 'taking it slow rule' by waking up in each other's arms every morning after only three days," she said as she sat up and looked down at him.

"True that we would be, but also it's much easier to wake up in the morning when the view is so nice," he smiled at her as he sat up. At some point during the night, he had lost his shirt and Akane quickly looked away. Though not before she got an eye full of toned muscles. Her face was bright red, and she knew it.

"You should probably put your shirt on," she whispered.

"Do you want me to?" His voice was still thick with sleep and Akane could feel her spine tingling.

"No but that might also be breaking our rule," she said a bit louder.

"It's up to you Akane, as is everything we do," he said. She turned back to look at him and bit her lip. He really was incredibly sexy no matter what. His abs were perfectly cut into an eight pack. His pecs were toned just right for his lean frame. His arms, though seemingly small, nearly doubled in size when he flexed them for her appreciation. Her ears were red now and when she looked up at his face so we're his cheeks.

"Please don't dangle me over a bridge when I say this, but you really are beautiful," she breathed. His face got dark, and she yelped. She went to scramble out of the bed, but his arms were around her waist and pulling her into him before she ever made it to the edge.

"Take it back. Right. Now." He growled in her ear. His chest was pressed to her back and was radiating warmth.

"Are you going to let me go if I do?" She was teasing but she wasn't sure he heard her tone. He really didn't like being complimented, did he?

"Yes, I will," he breathed in her ear. "Then nope. You're beautiful, sexy, and all around incredibly fucking hot Zawa," she tossed in the nickname for extra effect.

"Oh, you're in for it now," he growled in her ear again which made her giggle more. His lips were on her neck in a matter of seconds and Akane melted. Her whole body went almost limp in his arms as she moaned softly with each touch of his lips on her skin. After five or six kisses he suddenly tensed up and pulled back, letting her go in the process.

"I'm so fucking sorry Akane, I didn't ask and I basically-" Akane put her hand over his mouth.

"Nope you didn't hurt me. I was teasing and pushing buttons. You were just waking up and you were only returning my energy. Kissing my neck wasn't too far. In fact, I would have done the same thing if I were you," she quickly explained. He kissed her hand, and she moved it away.

"I'll tolerate being called anything but beautiful," he said, his face still a bit dark.

"Why? You are incredibly beautiful," she whispered. He growled softly again.

"Because Hizashi uses it to tease me all too often," he ground out through clenched teeth. "Okay I take it back. You're still incredibly sexy but I won't ever call you beautiful again," she said louder.

"Thank you, Akane. Now as much as I'd love to stick around for you to give me another reason to entice those melodic moans from your lips, I need to get on different clothes before I go teach these kids." He slid off the bed and pulled on his shirt and started on all his other layers. Once he was dressed, he cleaned up his snack messes and turned to her. Akane was digging through her closet looking for some thicker clothes since snow was falling outside the decent sized balcony doors she had in her room. She would shower tonight so the warmth of the water would keep her warmer overnight since Shōta turning up last night had made her forget to shower. So, she hadn’t showered since Monday night after he left. She turned around to face him and found him standing a couple of feet away.

“May I have another kiss before I have to go keep these kids alive for another day?” His voice was soft in tone again. Akane nodded and he closed the gap between them. His fingers of one slid into her hair and the other hand found her lower back and pulled her body flush to his. She dropped the sweater she had been holding to put on as one layer and wrapped both arms around his shoulders as his head dipped down to hers. Her eyes closed and his lips met hers. Deep but not rough. He lingered as long as he dared to, not trying to push her past this simple kiss. After what seemed like forever in a day and not nearly long enough at the same time he pulled back.

“If you’d like we can use one of the empty training facilities to work on your quirk tonight,” he whispered with his nose still touching hers.

“I’d like that so that way if anyone tries to start anything we can play it off much easier,” she said. He nodded and briefly kissed her nose before fully pulling out of her arms.

“I have to go now but I’ll see you this evening outside of the teacher’s dorm at 7, don’t be late or I’ll actually make you run laps. I’m not joking.” Something about his tone told her he was serious. She nodded and went back to her closet to finish finding clothes for the weather. She heard him open the door and when she looked over, she saw he was checking to make sure no one else was around before he slipped out the door and closed it quietly behind him.

Later that evening as the snow fell at a steady pace Akane found herself outside the teachers’ dorm building at 6:55. The door opened spilling out soft warm light into the darkness of the early evening and out walked Shōta.

“Ahhhh good you’re early, that makes me happy,” he said as he pulled the door closed behind him. He walked down the few steps that led from the door to the sidewalk where Akane stood and offered his arm to her. She looped her arm around his and he started walking her towards the training facilities presumably. They walked in a comfortable silence as the snow picked up around them a bit. She hoped the training facilities had working heat. A few minutes later they were opening the big door to one of the empty training facilities. It was pitch black but much to Akane’s relief the heat seemed to have been left on.

“Made sure it got left on myself. I knew it would end up snowing harder, so I made sure to find the one of your fellow janitors to ask that they make sure it didn’t get turned back off,” he explained as he started to shed his thicker layers. Akane started stripping off her own layers leaving her standing in just her pink tights and a loose-fitting black shirt over her underwear. She looked over to see Shōta was in a pair of jeans and a tight fitting dark blue shirt. The color really looked good on him, and she wished he’d wear color more often, even if he stuck to the darker shades of the colors, it would still suit him. He was walking over to the wall and after a few seconds dim light filled the space from only a fifth of the lights being turned on. He looked back with that soft smile on his face she was starting to grow accustomed to and that made her smile.

“Alright so we are going to start small and work as long as you’d like to,” he said his voice slightly echoing off the walls of the empty gymnasium looking room. So, he had chosen a room that didn’t have giant pieces of a mountain side or raging rivers in it. Good because she definitely wasn’t ready for any hero training or anything. There were some obstacle course stuffs pushed to one side and a bunch of thick foam mats pushed off to another side. She followed him as he led the way to the middle of the room and stopped. “I’m going to turn your Quirk off and when I do I want you to concentrate on how that feels in your body. Not the sensations from your physical appearance changing but internally. You’ll understand what I’m saying when I do it.”

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are Shōta,” she nodded to him. He blinked and when he opened his eyes again, they were blazing red. She focused on how she felt during the brief seconds where his quirk affected her body. Warmth bloomed in her stomach as a wave of something flowed through her. When she looked back to Shōta to confirm if she had felt the right thing he was smiling at her even more.

“That was great Akane, now I’m going to turn my Quirk off and again I want you to feel the sensations that causes in your body as your Quirk comes back.” He blinked again and Akane focused with her eyes closed this time. The warmth bloomed in her stomach again followed by the wave of something washing over her. Only this time she was able to identify that the sensation started at the very top of her head. When she opened her eyes Shōta was still standing in the same spot and his eyes were their usual black. He nodded again.

“Good Akane now you know where your Quirk is centralized in your body. Now let’s move on to small feature changes. Focus on your hair and think of how you want it to look while feeling that sensation. Make the sensation move where you want and affect your body how you wish it to,” he explained.

Akane focused on making her hair pink and just long enough to brush the tops of her shoulders. The sensation bloomed at the top of her head again and she focused on it more. She thought about it moving out to the ends of her hair and it did. Focusing on the thought of it pulling up from her waist to the tops of her shoulders, she felt it do just that. Finally, she thought about turning her hair bubble gum pink and watched Shōta’s face light up which told her she had succeeded.

“You really are a natural,” he gasped as Akane made her hair change to his. She wondered just how much she could push it but didn’t want to leap right into something that might have her on bed rest for two days again. Though this time around she suspected they’d just send her to Recovery Girl.

“Maybe I can do more than we thought,” she contemplated aloud.

“Maybe you can Akane but let’s take it slowly please. I’d for sure take you Recovery Girl this time but I’d rather not have to do that to begin with,” he said softly in tone as he got a little closer.

“Okay so what should we try next?” He stopped a good ten feet away and shrugged.

“Without pushing yourself too hard too fast it’s up to you now,” he explained. She sighed and thought about what she wanted to do. She knew she could change her hair, eyes, eyebrows and lips painlessly, but did that mean it would stay the same throughout?

“Shōta what if it hurts me to use it to do more than just superficial features,” her voice was laced with enough worry that he closed the gap between them and grabbed her hand gently in his.

“The only way to find out is to try. So, let’s start simply. Try focusing on your pinky finger in my hand. Make it longer and see if it hurts.” His voice was soothing and so she focused again. She thought about the sensation moving from her head to her right pinky finger cradled in his hand. When she felt it there, she focused on the thought of the sensation elongating her finger an inch. She watched as it grew that inch but didn’t hurt. It barely even tingled.

“Oh, okay well that was almost pleasant,” she whispered.

“We were right though. You’re capable of more than we thought,” he said and squeezed her fingers gently. She made her finger return to the normal size with a little more concentration and then stepped back a couple of steps.

“I want to try something, and I ask that you don’t stop me because I promise I won’t push myself too far,” she said. He nodded and watched her. She closed her eyes and focused intently on her memories. She was searching for the one vague memory she had of her father from when she was four and he left. When she had focused on what features of his she could remember she focused on her quirk. She felt her eye shape change, her lips change, her cheeks got bigger and her hair got incredibly short. It was in soft curls on top of her head. Akane opened her eyes to see astonishment written all over Shōta’s face.

“Do you recognize this face? Even vaguely,” she whispered. He studied her face and then his own face fell. Sadness filled all his features and panic filled Akane.

“I’m sorry Akane but he got arrested in the first raid on the Yazuka hideout that resulted in us rescuing Eri,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “in fact I captured him myself.”

“Oh well, that’s what he gets for abandoning his wife and daughter to join up with a bunch of delinquents,” she scoffed. Her eyes closed again as she focused on her quirk and made it return her features to the ones she preferred.

“Akane are you sure,” his voice sounded a bit uncertain.

“I’m positive. He chose to abandon us, didn’t even send us any kind of money from his bullshit, never called me on a single birthday or holiday. He got what he deserved. No chance he’s in Tartarus so I don’t have to worry about him getting out,” her voice rose with hope at the end. He nodded confirming he was locked in the highest security prison Japan had to offer and Akane smiled. “Good that’s really good.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to explore about your quirk? Anything else you’d like to try?”

“Well, I was thinking about one other thing I’d like to try.” She closed her eyes and focused on her quirk again. When she opened her eyes, she knew her face was an exact replica of his because his mouth was hanging open.

“Small shapeshifting quirk my ass,” he breathed out in amazement.

“Okay now please stop wearing my face it’s incredibly uncanny.”

Akane nodded and this time kept her eyes open as she focused on her quirk. She felt the process take a couple seconds less than the last time and she smiled.

“Wow I’m already getting a bit better at this.”

“Yes, you are and that’s honestly amazing dear. If you’d like to, we can work on your handicordination once you get your glasses in,” he suggested.

“We could definitely do that and then maybe after a bit of practice we could bring in more of your fellow teachers and I could shift into one of them and you could try to tell us apart,” she suggested in return.

“It would only work if I wasn’t in the room when it happened, otherwise it wouldn’t work,” he teased.

“Well obviously,” she stuck her tongue out at him, and he playfully lunged at her in response. She yelped and stumbled back a couple of steps.

“If you’re going to tease me expect me to respond in a similar way to that every time,” he warned. She made a mental note of that and smiled.

“Well then, I think we are done for tonight. I’d appreciate if you’d walk me back to my building, but I think it’s best you sleep in your own room for the next several nights, so no one gets any ideas.”

“I think that would be best as well,” he agreed. They walked over to where they had left their piles of layers and started to tug them back on. Once they were dressed Shōta made his way over to the thermostat and switched the unit off. She waited by the door as he turned off the lights. Once he was next to her he offered her his arm and smiled. She wrapped her arm around his and they walked towards her building. This time they walked a bit slower as the snow had stopped at some point while they were inside training. Once they reached her building Akane felt a twang of sadness hit her heart. She knew as the teacher of the leading class of upcoming superheroes at the leading school for training upcoming superheroes his days wouldn’t always be this leisurely. She wasn’t sure when she’d get to see him again.

“Let me have your phone number so that way when things pick up here in a few days and I can’t see you for a while I can at least keep in touch with you, so you know why,” he said almost as if he had read her mind. She dug out her phone and put it in his hand. He pulled off one of his gloves and typed his contact information into her phone. He handed it back to her and she immediately texted him her name, so he had her number.

“There now whenever you get caught up training the next generation of Toshi’s I’ll at least know you’re not dead,” she said seriously.

“Would it be okay if I stole one more kiss before we don’t have the ability to be alone together again?” She nodded and he closed the small gap between them. He kissed her deeply but briefly so as to avoid attracting any attention. When she closed the door to the building behind her Akane’s heart sank a little more.

It was two weeks before Shōta and her found themselves alone together again. During those two weeks four days he and his class had been off campus on some kind of training exercise or another. Akane spent most of the time doing her work with the same pace and tenacity as before. She couldn’t allow this to affect her work. Her routine of making sure his classroom smelled like lavender instead of harsh chemicals never faltered. She made all the other classrooms smell like vanilla, but she had learned from the one magazine interview he had given when he was still an up-and-coming superhero that he loved the smell of lavender.

During the days he was on campus they would occasionally see each other. They’d pass in the hallways, and he’d shoot her a smile followed by a text that ranged from “Hope this isn’t too much but I do miss you” to “you should be practicing your quirk even if I’m not there to guide you.” The first one always made her respond with “it’s not too much, I miss you too.” The second one always got a response of multiple eye rolling emojis. He usually ignored those. Everything else always got a different response. Two days before he returned from the training trip, he told her he would have time the day after he got back and wanted to know if she wanted to hang out. She had agreed only if he promised that if she proved she’d been training that they would do literally anything else. So, he agreed and invited her back to his dorm building.

“Alright show me what you’ve got,” he said once they were settled in his room. Akane was tucked underneath his Kotatsu table, and he was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. Akane focused on her quirk and changed her face. In twenty seconds, her face looked like Shōta’s. In another twenty seconds it looked like Hizashi’s face. Then twenty seconds later she looked like Kaya. She had taken this seriously and now it no longer took her several full minutes to change her features.

“Okay you have been practicing,” he exclaimed as she made her face look like her own again. She proudly took a drink from her wine cooler and then smiled at him.

“I told you I was practicing Mr. Teacher Man,” she teased. He set down his beer on the table and slid onto the floor next to her on his knees.

“Say that again if you want to end up pinned to this floor with my tongue down your throat,” he growled out softly. Akane squealed as her face turned bright red and scooted back a little bit from him.

“Okay I promise I’ll stop teasing you,” she giggled as she held up her hands in surrender. He smirked as he tucked himself under the table too and took another swig of his beer. “Though since it is my nature it’s going to be hard. Though maybe that’s why….”

“Akane don’t. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. No one deserves to be assaulted the way you were, do not blame yourself. I’m sorry if my response triggered you and I can promise to never respond that way again if you tell me to,” his voice had taken on that soft tone again that had a way of soothing Akane to her core.

“Okay Zawa I won’t and don’t worry you didn’t do anything wrong. If it wasn’t for us taking this slowly, I would have teased you again, but I don’t want to rush you or myself,” she explained. His face grew a little darker but not in an angry way, it was more playful than it was this morning.

“It’s up to you Akane. All of it. If you want to tease me until I pounce on you and kiss you until you’re dizzy, do it. If you want to grab my remote and put something on the tv and pretend this never happened, then do it. Everything that does or does not happen between us is entirely up to you,” he explained in that soothing voice again.

“Well then Mr. Teacher Man why don’t you put your money where your mouth is,” she taunted. In an instant he had her pinned to the floor with his hands on her hips and his body mostly pressed into hers. He didn’t pounce on her hard enough to make her hit her head hard, but she still gasped a little bit. His mouth claimed hers and she wrapped her arms around his back. As his lips coaxed hers open, she tangled one hand into his hair and let his tongue slide into her mouth. The taste of him flooded Akane’s senses as he licked at her tongue slowly. She felt a moan well up in her chest and cut it off before it could escape her lips. He licked her tongue again almost as if he wanted her to moan and she couldn’t stop it this time. The moan floated from her lips and his hands on her hips tightened. He licked her tongue again more eagerly this time and she licked his back. Their tongues and breath intermingled as his hands stayed right on her hips. She kept one hand in his hair and the other on his lower back. His taste filled her head and made her start to slip into a space she hadn’t been able to be in in a while. His lips trailed along her cheek and stopped at her ear.

“Would you like me to stop,” he breathed against her ear. She shook her head.

“Please not yet.” His lips were soft on her ear as he whispered in it again.

“Then may I kiss down your neck and move my hands elsewhere?” She nodded again, not even bothering to ask where his hands were going to end up at, she trusted him. The feeling of his lips on her neck only heightened the feeling of his hands sliding up and they came to rest a couple of inches below her breasts but still mostly on her sides. Her breath hitched in her throat, and he stopped.

“Please don’t stop. I’ll tell you when you need to stop.” He kept kissing her neck and left his hands right where they were. She tugged at his hair a little bit and he moaned against her skin.

“Oh, Akane that’s a bit of a dangerous button to be pushing.” The warning in his voice was clear. Akane might have been bolder in the past, but she simply let up on the pressure on his hair. His lips continued to make their way down her neck and once he reached her collar bone, he started to kiss his way back up. He hesitantly slid one of his hands up to rest right under her breast and when she didn’t object, he didn’t move it. Akane’s head was spinning in the best way possible as he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the floor as he bit her neck right below her ear.

"Too much.” He immediately stopped and pulled away from her. He helped her sit up and blushed.

“Sorry I should have asked first,” he muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright Zawa I promise. You got caught up in the moment,” she said and grabbed his hand softly. He looked at her and when he saw there was only sincerity on her face he relaxed. “Well then let’s watch a movie and then I can walk you back to your building,” he said. She nodded and leaned into him. They settled on a random action movie and cuddled the whole time they watched it. When he left her at her building, he stole another kiss with the promise to see her tomorrow before he wouldn’t be able to for a bit. She would spend every moment until then replaying every second of that passionate make out scene.

Please do not reupload this anywhere. If anyone ever sees my original work uploaded anywhere please let me know. I only post here for now. One day I might actually move things over to my Ko-fi

Here is chapter one in case you come across this post first

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Tag Game Thing

ayyyye another one (but not one from when I was drifting in the timeless void of Conceptually Tuesday), got tagged by @chthonicsiren , gonna tag @melthedwarf because I can >:) (edit: tagged the wrong person first cuz tumblr autofilled the url, sorry!)

1: Are you named after anyone? Yes! My birth name/not-quite-deadname is a tribute to my ma's maiden name. Without saying what either are, I'll just say that her maiden name followed a patronymic format (ex: Johnson), and my birth name is one of the feminine variants/related named (ex: Johanna?). My chosen name, Jordan Van Daalen, is a fun one! My friend and I were in drama class together, and were paired up for an assignment where we had to write a short script (we were given random phrases to start and end the scene with). We're both Huge Fucking Nerds, so we went Overboard, basically fleshing out both of our characters (and then we napped on each other). Jordan Van Daalen was what a random name generator gave me for my character. Less than a year later I realized I am some sort of non-binary, and decided to use that lil name as my future name, as well as eventual pen name :D

2: When was the last time you cried? Uh. Okay, so, like... sometimes when I'm really tired but can't sleep, I'll start improvising a little song? Just, like, whisper singing to myself? And it usually ends up being an emotional ballad about old traumas (or, you know, stuff from whatever media I've been binging)? also when I yawn my eyes water a tiny bit? so what I'm saying is that every time I can't sleep and end up singing dumb little songs, I end up crying. how often does that happen, you ask? well, buddy, I picked this url for a good reason. (it was probably yesterday)

3:Do you have kids? Does being the oldest in the friend group (and also being the dad friend) count? because I am the Father of some of these gremlins. no? oh. well, I am going to an auncle/ent soon, so that's close enough :D

4: Do you use sarcasm a lot? Depends on my mood? I'm less sarcastic than my brother, but definitely more sarcastic than either of my parents. I know that means nothing to any of you, but hey, that's my answer.

5: What's the first thing you notice about people? Uhhhhhhh if they give off gay vibes asdfghjkl; Honestly it varies, which I feel like is a given? I look for things that stand out- colored hair, piercings, if they have any jewelry, etc.

6: What color are your eyes? Okay, well, my ID says hazel, I used to describe it as "hazel green/green hazel", and I think a poet might describe my eyes as something like "sea foam green around sandy brown". However, a Certified Dick could just as easily call my eyes "snot green with a pinch of yellow". Could also just shrug and go "muddy green?". except in some lightings the "green" part seems like it might be vaguely blue, and I have been slowly driving myself insane trying to figure out a consistent color palette I can use when drawing self portraits/inserts because I can't get a decent pic of my eye to use a reference and I'm too awkward to ask someone (with less shaky hands) to do it for me. anyway, I spent ten minutes drawing what is arguably the best attempt I've ever made at making an accurate portrayal of my eye color:

7: Scary movies or happy endings? Generally speaking I prefer happy endings, but it feels weird to separate that from scary movies. However, I don't tend to watch many genuinely scary movies? I like horror comedies. I also very much enjoy watching shitty/low quality horror movies and roasting the fuck out of 'em. Humor is part of how I cope with actual scary movies/games too, though. That and pretending to try and scare the monsters :3 running through the scary dark hallway going "a-boogily-boogily-boo!" and rapidly snapping the camera from side to side like I'm jumping out at people. the monster goes rawr? I SAY IT LOUDER

8: Any special talents? I mean, I think most folks who follow me on here know that I've got a bit of talent in several types of art/creativity (music and writing are probably my big two)? But I can also beatbox a little, my arms are weirdly flexible (possible double-jointed at the shoulders?), and I am surprisingly good at picking things up/throwing them with my feet. That last one is 50% for throwing dog toys and 50% for picking up small things I dropped when I don't want to bend over. Weird? Yes. A talent? Probably not.

9: Where were you born? I think I was born in Seattle, WA, USA. It was definitely in the Seattle area, it just might have technically been a neighboring city.

10: What are your hobbies? Other than the aforementioned artsy shit, I play a lot of video games, in a variety of genres. My favorites are probably the Mass Effect series, Fallout: New Vegas, Persona 5: Royal, Horizon: Zero Dawn, and Spider-Man PS4. I need you to know how difficult it was for me to not list over a dozen games. Please understand. THERE ARE SO MANY GOOD GAMES FUCK. Also, idk if it super counts as a hobby in other people's minds, but I love LEGOs! My room is filled with them :D

11: Have you any pets? None that are, like, fully legally mine. My household has a dog, Bella, but I am unfortunately her least favorite. She loves letting me give her chin scritches first thing in the morning though :')

12: What sports do you play/have you played? KENDO, BITCHES. GET SMACKED WITH BAMBOO

13: How tall are you? Soooooo tall. Massive. Giant. A true, genuine image of a Viking Warrior.. ... ..... in other words I'm 5 feet and 3.5 inches. the .5 is incredibly important to me. On a good day with boots I can almost pass off as 5'5" tho, soooooo. I'm also built like a shit brickhouse (yes I know that's not the correct saying), so at least tall people can't throw me (I throw them)

14: Favorite subject in school? Three-way tie between English/Language Arts, Drama/Theatre, and Art class!

15: Dream job? Writer, artist, all around generally a Professional Nuisance. Maybe taking the place of a forgotten, half-dead God at a lonely shrine, slowly restoring it until it's something worth remembering, eagerly having unforgettable conversations with the rare passerby, never gaining enough fame or worship to have any real power over the world. Just enough to be a face that lingers in your memories, in your dreams, the little voice you hear when you need it most.

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Sincerely, Your Fellow Choi

@yyxgin Happy birthday, my beloved! I know this is way too late to be justifiable, and I have no real excuse. Just life and oversights, but never once do I want you to think I forgot about celebrating your birthday <3 It was literally on the list of things I most wanted to do this year—celebrate an amazing friend like you. So I hope you enjoy!

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April 16th, Saturday 11:55 PM

For the past couple of weeks, I've been getting an email every Sunday at 12AM exactly, like it's scheduled.

Taehyun kept telling me not to open them 'cause they could be viruses, but I'm dumb (as he likes to playfully remind me), so I didn't listen to him.

I opened one a few weeks ago, which led to opening all the ones I'd received up to that point. And now I'm sitting here, anxiously scrawling down whatever I can while waiting for the next one to show up. My leg is shaking like crazy.

They weren't spam like I originally thought. They're very well thought-out and written with love. Each email is an instruction manual of how to fall in love with (Y/F/N).

I wouldn't say we're friends, but we know each other from high school (which is something I've tried to leave far, far behind me), and we talk sometimes.

We have one or two overlapping classes, but we're not lunch buddies by any means necessary. She's nice enough. I remember her making chocolates for me once for a school-wide Secret Santa thing we did.

They were pretty good. Nothing to write home about, though.

But for some reason, someone out there who signs off all their emails with the phrase "sincerely, your fellow Choi", seems to want me to think that she's got a massive crush on me and we're a match made in heaven.

At first, I thought it was silly—maybe a prank from one of her friends or something. But y'know how you just get vibes sometimes? It just feels too absurd not to be true.

I'm not saying I've fallen for her just because of a few emails, but I am saying I've learned a lot about her through these email, and I can't really tell if that's creepy or not.

How is it that I've never once noticed her before reading these emails? She's been walking in and out of my life for well over 6 years, yet I've never given her a second thought.

She was always just there, doing her own thing. She had her friends, and I had mine—if you could really call them that. None of them cared enough to keep in touch with me after high school.

I don't know why this random Choi is trying to get me interested in this girl from a past that I'm trying to forget, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't working.

Oh! Hold up.

The new email just came. Gotta go—I'll try to write more tomorrow.

April 18th, Monday 10:31 PM

Okay, so obviously, I forgot to write more yesterday. My bad. But no one's ever gonna see this anyway, so it's okay.

This works out though, 'cause I did something kinda crazy today. I decided to join the art club, 'cause (Y/N)'s a part of it. Taehyun thinks I'm insane, and Kai kindly reminded me that I can barely draw a stick figure, but I think this will be good for me in the long-run.

I can get closer to her in my own time, and I can see what she's actually like—not just what the emails want me to believe.

And maybe I can finally face high school again in a new light. Maybe now that I'm an adult, I won't be so scared.

April 19th, Tuesday 6:22 PM

Art is way harder than expected. I thought I'd pick it up pretty fast, but nah. I was wrong. This looks like chicken scratch.

On the upside, I talked to (Y/N) today. She could tell I was struggling, so she scooched over and whispered some shading tips while the team leader went over the assignment. She even offered to give me some drawing lessons on the weekends.

She didn't ask why I joined an art club, even though I'm a terrible artist.

It was nice. She was nice.

And she wasn't like how I remembered. I remembered someone more rambunctious and self-assured, and I guess that's why she always intimidated me.

Not to say she's not self-assured now, just more quiet about it. I can't tell if she's grown up, or if she's changed.

I also can't figure out why I haven't done either of those things yet.

April 23th, Saturday 3:00 PM

I had my first drawing lesson with (Y/N) today. She's such a good artist—it's kind of scary.

The emails keep talking about this hidden crush she's got on me, but I don't know if I fully believe it. I don't think I make her nervous at all.

She just smiles and talks and hums while she sketches. I don't seem to have an affect on her. She's just nice to me, like she is to everyone else.

And for some reason, that upsets me. The emails have been so accurate about everything else—her favorite colors, her hobbies, her favorite song, her allergies—yet it feels like they got her feelings for me all wrong.

I don't know why I'm upset about this. I've already told myself I'm not catching feelings, just seeing for myself what all the fuss is about. But still... I'm a little disappointed.

I guess I just expected more.

May 24th, Tuesday 8:01 PM

Wow, I kinda forgot about this. It's been a while since my last entry, but don't worry—it's for a good reason. (Y/N) and I have actually been hanging out a lot these days, and it's been fun.

Most of the time, it's for club things or art lessons, but sometimes we walk to class together or grab some coffee. And remember how I said we weren't lunch buddies? Well, we are now.

And we get along pretty well! She's funny. And I'm starting to think the crush thing might be more accurate than I thought.

I don't have any solid proof, but sometimes I swear I can feel her staring at me when she thinks I'm not paying attention. And she's always respectful of my personal bubble, yet tries to sit as close to me as possible without touching.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, or maybe it's my man brain trying to convince me, "oh yeah, dude. She's for sure into you", but either way, I'm kinda hoping I'm right.

In these few weeks I've spent truly noticing her and having her in the forefront of my life instead of on the sidelines, I've realized that I wouldn't hate it if she had a crush on me.

In fact, I'd be honored. She's cool.

May 30th, Monday 7:45 AM

This is gonna be a short entry 'cause I'm already late for class, but I just had to jot this down real quick in case I forget.

I think I figured out who the 'fellow Choi' is. The emails reminded me that (Y/N)'s close to that jock guy, Choi Yeonjun. They've been friends and neighbors since they were little, and he went to the same high school as us, just a year ahead.

I vaguely remember him as one of the hooligans she used to skateboard around with, but the memory's fuzzy.

I've seen them hanging out before, but I didn't realize they were that tight. If there's anyone who would know that much about her, it'd be him. I'm gonna confront him tomorrow, so we'll see what happens.

May 31st, Tuesday 5:53 PM

Yeah, so that whole confronting thing? It didn't go so well. I now have confirmation that he's not the fellow Choi, but I also have a bloody nose, so I don't know if I've accomplished anything.

It was a real 'one step forward, two steps back' kind of situation. From what I've seen of him around campus, he seems like a very chill, friendly guy, and you can tell he cares for (Y/N) like a brother.

So you can imagine my surprise when I said 'hi' and his first reaction was to grab me by the collar, shove me against a brick wall, and sock me in the nose.

What I hate most was the eyes it attracted. I just know there's gonna be rumors about us fighting for (Y/N)'s hand or some crap.

All in all, something tells me he doesn't like me. He told me to stay away from (Y/N) if I didn't have the 'right intentions'.

His exact words were, "The Chois in her life have already given her enough shit, and if you add on to that, I swear to God, I'll break so much more than your nose."

It was definitely a change from the guy I'd seen ruffling (Y/N)'s hair and giving her noogies while complimenting her latest artwork and calling her a nerd.

I'm scared and angry, for sure, but also just confused. I feel like there's more to this story that I'm not getting or hasn't been revealed to me yet. I feel left behind.

And also, I wish he'd been more clear as he threatened me. What are my intentions supposed to be?

'Cause I think I'm falling for her. And if that's not Choi Yeonjun approved, how am I just supposed to just stop these feelings from growing?

Would it even be possible at this point?

June 2nd, Thursday 9:10 PM

I emailed back the fellow Choi the other day. I wanted to see if they knew what I did to hurt (Y/N) and Yeonjun in the past.

They never answered.

June 13th, Monday 11:11 AM

(Y/N) made Yeonjun apologize to me. Not gonna lie, it was a little gratifying to see that tough guy all humbled and grumbly while she glared up at him and demanded an apology.

All-in-all, even though it was forced, he seemed pretty genuine. He even asked how my nose was doing. I told him it wasn't broken, and I think (for the most part) there are no lingering hard feelings between us.

Except for the ones he's hiding from me—the ones that I assume have been there for a long time. And he must've said something to (Y/N), 'cause she's been weird too. Not mean or cold, just distant. Lost in her thoughts, even when we're together.

I wonder if he brought up some memories from the past that she'd forgotten or repressed. I kind of resent him for that a little, 'cause things were going well between us, and now I don't know what to do with my feelings.

They're getting too strong to keep inside, but would it be insensitive to confess now? I don't even know anymore. I'm so confused.

More than anything, I just wanna know what I did. I must've been either really self-absorbed or incredibly insecure in high school, because I'm coming to realize that I never really noticed anyone.

It was always just me in my little bubble, and even with my friends, I never let them get too close. As I'm writing this, I also kinda realize that I'm the only person stopping myself from making genuine connections with others.

And that pretty much decides it for me. I'm gonna confess to her this weekend—just you watch.

June 19th, Sunday 10:30 PM

Today might be one of my favorite days ever. I spent the whole day with (Y/N), and for the first time in a while, it didn't feel awkward.

I would kind of consider this our first date. We went out for breakfast, then we talked for hours and realized, "Oh, we should probably get lunch." And after lunch, we didn't wanna say goodbye, so we decided to go for a walk. "Work off the calories," she said.

By that time, we were hungry again, so she invited me to her dorm for an improvised snack dinner. It certainly wasn't gourmet, but it was tasty, and it was fun to make it together.

She looked so pretty. She didn't even do anything special—she just looked nice. So I told her. Then one thing led to another, and I was rambling and going on and on, and then I finally got it out.

Those three words I'd been trying to spit out all day. "I like you."

And guess what? She likes me too. She actually, genuinely likes me. And before I left, you know that she did? She gave me a kiss on the hand.

Not on the cheek, not on the lips, but on my hand. I've never gotten butterflies like that before. It's so weird to think that now... I have a girlfriend. It's wild.

It was really cool seeing her place, too. I remembered her skateboarding back in high school (hard to forget with the emails proudly remind me every five seconds), but she actually has medals and stuff from competitions she entered in with her old team.

Yeonjun was on that team too, apparently. She had a framed picture of them proudly showing off their second place trophy with their arms slung over each other's shoulders.

Cute picture. A little small for the frame, though. Maybe I should get her a new one.

July 10th, Sunday 12:15 AM

I think I just got the last email. It felt ominous, like a permanent goodbye. "I can't have her back anymore, so I'm leaving it up to you. If you haven't fallen for her at this point, please at least just be her friend. I'm sure Yeonjun's all she's got. Be good to her."

And as always, signed off with that 'sincerely, your fellow Choi'. I'm not sure why, but when I read it this time, I got goosebumps all over my body.

It was like I'd been talking to a ghost. They were there, and then they were gone—like a cool breeze or a puff of smoke.

It feels empty.

September 3rd, Saturday 9:45 PM

(Y/N) got mad at me for the first time today. We were doing some studying at her place, and I was admiring the pictures and medals on her wall while she was in the bathroom.

But I'm a klutz, so of course, I ended up knocking something over. It was that framed picture of her and Yeonjun. The glass shattered and the back fell out, and I swear I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

All I could think was 'shit, shit, I just broke the important thing', and like a little kid, my first thought was to get rid of the evidence.

Now, realistically, there was nothing I could do about the glass in such a short time, but I thought if I could just pop the panel back on and make sure the framing wasn't damaged...

But that's when I noticed the picture, slightly peeking out from the broken frame. It was too small because it had been folded.

I wasn't trying to pry. I wasn't trying to look at it.

But it was there, unfolded right in front of me. And I could see that in the previously folded up corner, (Y/N) had her arm wrapped another guy. A guy with longish black hair, his nose scrunched up by a big, toothy grin, and a skateboard pinned under his arm.

The three of them looked so happy together. A perfect little trio. And when I looked at the guy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

When (Y/N) finally came out, she blew up at me. I couldn't tell if it was because of the fact that I broke her frame, or because I saw the other half of that picture.

Now, (Y/N)'s not a petty person, so if I had to guess... I'd say it was the latter. I wanna know who he is. I wanna know why he feels so familiar. And I wanna know why he hurts her so much.

So much so that she would fold him out of a picture, but not find it within herself too throw it away.

But I'm dumb, so I didn't say any of those things. We just argued. I stormed out.

I regret it.

September 7th, Wednesday 4:32 PM

We've made up. That's what we say, anyway. But it's awkward, with just a hint of tension.

I've tried talking it out with her, asking about that guy, but she says she doesn't want to talk about it.

I'm not experienced enough for this. I don't know what's right. I don't know when to push and when to let it lie.

I'm scared to mess this up.

Soobin laid dead asleep in his room, disturbed by an incessant tap-tap-tap.

With a groan, he rolled over in bed, flipping on his bedside lamp and instinctively checking the time on his phone. Two in the morning. He groaned again as the tapping only became more insistent.

In his bleary daze, he managed to glance at the window, doing a double-take as he saw a shadowy figure outside of it. His eyes widened, pulling the sheets up and over his nose as slowly as possible. The tapping stopped, and he could’ve sworn he saw the figure sigh.

Moments later, his phone buzzed with a notification.

“It’s me, coward,” the notification read.

With a start, he jumped up, swinging his window open with expert speed, successfully shocking the person on the other side of the glass. “(Y/N)!” he gasped, grabbing her wrists and pulling her back towards him as she lost her balance.

He reared backward, pulling her into the room and landing them both on the bed with a thump, Soobin splayed flat on his back and (Y/N) nestled somewhat comfortably into his shoulder. “What were you doing on the roof, you idiot?” he asked, hands instinctively going to rub up and down her back.

“I didn’t wanna wake your roommates...” she said sheepishly. “They probably heard me scream, though.”

Soobin shook his head, biting back the chuckle that rose in his throat. “Nah, don’t worry too much,” he said. “They sleep like rocks.” He took a moment to bask in the silence between them. This was the most carefree they’d been together in a while. “So what brings you here this cold evening?”

She propped herself up a little, examining his face with a hint of something in her eyes. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but maybe guilt? She cupped his cheek. 

“Have I ever told you why I like you?” she asked softly. Soobin only shook his head. “It’s ‘cause you care so much more than you think you do. You’re so humble, and you always underestimate yourself, but you’re the coolest, most kindest guy out there.” He felt butterflies whirl up in his stomach like the first time she kissed his hand. “I just needed to tell you that.”

Soobin could feel himself tearing up, but he willed himself to suck it in. “Well... Thank you,” he said. He wanted to say anything else. He wanted to list all the reasons he liked her and how he’d started finding peace and self-acceptance through her, but no words came out—like a blubbering fish out of water.

“Can I introduce you to someone?” (Y/N) asked, seemingly to instinctively know that he wouldn’t be able to get anything out.

Soobin blinked in confusion. “What, like... right now?” he asked.

She nodded. “If we don’t do this now, I’m worried I’ll get too scared again.”

Now, he could give a million viable excuses on why he couldn’t go. He’s tired, he has early morning classes, it’s nearly freezing—but none of that mattered. He wanted to do whatever she wanted to do.

It’d easily been an hour, and they were only getting further from the familiar territory of their campus grounds. Soobin could feel himself dozing off again, but he urged himself not to. Even if he felt like shit in the morning, he was gonna stay awake for this.

“Where are we goin’?” he asked from the passenger seat of (Y/N)’s dumpy old car that stubbornly refused not to die, like a spiteful great-aunt.

“We’re almost there,” she said cryptically, gripping the steering wheel ever so slightly tighter. “Just give it a sec. It’s on the left.”

Soobin blinked hard and mussed up his hair, trying to make himself more presentable. He was still in his pajamas, so the least he could do would be to look awake. He glance at all the signs as they passed by buildings, each one of them not likely to be their stop.

When she finally slowed down and flicked on her blinker, Soobin’s heart dropped, the words ‘columbarium’ staring him in the face like the barrel of a gun. “(Y/N)—” he started.

She shook her head. “Don’t say anything yet,” she instructed gently. “Just wait till we get inside.” She took a pause while she put the car in park. “And hold my hand. I haven’t been here in a while.”

With her hand tightly grasped in his and the car locked behind them, they made their way into the building. Already, it was a sad, humbling atmosphere—seeing all the urns, photos, bouquets, and letters from family pinned up on the wall. There was so much love and sorrow, all contained in one place.

Finally, (Y/N) stopped in front of one specific niche. ”Meet Beomgyu,” she said, a slight tremor in her voice. “One of my best friends, and your fellow Choi.” In the picture frame behind the cage of glass stood a very familiar boy with longish black hair, a toothy grin, and a crinkled nose.

Soobin looked at her with wide eyes. “How did you—?”

“You left your diary at my place,” she said. “I’m sorry I was nosy, but I couldn’t help but read it. And by doing that, I realized how much I’ve been making you suffer on your own, and I’m so sorry.” She gripped his hand tighter, making eye contact with him. “Will you forgive me?”

His heart ached. “There’s nothing to forgive, honestly...” he said, voice barely above a whisper. It felt rude to speak any louder in a place full of the deceased.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, y’know,” she said. “It’s not a fair relationship if we’re always walking on eggshells around each other. So I’ll share some of my scars with you tonight, and you can share yours when you’re ready. I might not get all your questions answered, but I'll start.”

He felt his chest tighten. He couldn’t help but feel grateful to Choi Beomgyu for leading him to such a great girl.

He nodded. “Okay,” he said. “I promise I'll do the same for you later.” He looked back at Beomgyu’s picture. The longer he looked at it, the more bits and pieces of memories from high school came flooding back in.

(Y/N), Yeonjun, and Beomgyu. The kids who always rode into school on their skateboards, zooming past everyone on the way through the front gates while laughing and shouting jokes at each other. Soobin was pretty separate from their friend group, but out of all of them, he was most familiar with Beomgyu.

He was the class clown. Everyone loved him, and he loved making everyone laugh—even at his own expense. Yeonjun was always the one to back him up with a smile on his face, even when he called him a dumbass. And (Y/N) was always the one following quietly behind them, cleaning up thier messes.

But she never seemed to mind. She didn’t even care that as they walked down the halls, people would call out “Hey, Beomgyu!” or “Hey, Yeonjun!”, but no one ever called out for her.

“Tell me about him,” Soobin said.

She took a deep breath. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“How’d you become friends?”

She cracked a little smile, though he could still see the pain lacing it from the scabbed over wound on her heart that had yet to fully heal. “Yeonjun and Beomgyu were nextdoor neighbors, I lived across the street,” she said. “Their mom’s were best friends, and I moved to the neighborhood with my folks later on. Y’know how moms always want you be comfortable and have friends you can count on?”

Soobin chuckled. “For sure,” he said. “Even if I got a terrible report card, my mom’s first instinct was still to scold me on how I didn’t put in enough effort to make friends.”

“My mom was the same,” she said. “So about a week after we moved in, she said, ‘C’mon! Let’s go say hi to the neighbors’ sons!’ I was shy and I didn’t wanna go, but God, am I glad I did. They were both at Beomgyu's place, and as soon as I got through the front door, they dragged me upstairs to play Mario Kart and then outside to shoot each other with nerf guns.”

Her smile grew, more genuine this time. “I didn’t have time to be nervous, not with their hyper-active asses. From that point on, we basically grew up together. They were like my big brothers. Whatever they did, I wanted to do it too. That’s why I started skating, y’know.”

“Now, Beomgyu... I don’t even know how to describe him. He was like a whirlwind, y’know? He was crazy, confident, a little overzealous at times, but sweet. He always remembered the little things about you, and even though his loudness could be a little annoying at first, once he went quiet with you, you felt like something was missing."

She sighed through her nose. "I miss his voice," she said rawly, as if she hadn't allowed herself to admit that for the past couple of years.

“The three of us went through life, did everything together, talked about how we were gonna get matching tattoos once we graduated, and then one day, we were all skating—practicing for a competition, actually—and Beomgyu fell.” Her voice grew quieter at the end. 

“Beomgyu never fell. He said he felt dizzy and his head hurt. We thought he must’ve hit it on the way down, so we rushed him off the the hospital—a bunch of scared teenagers. And that’s where they discovered it. A weird hybrid type of acute myeloid leukemia.”

Soobin squeezed her hand tighter. She appreciated it. “Most people live at least 5 years after being diagnosed, but Beomgyu didn’t have that time. It was too late and too developed. He had a little under a year.”

Soobin’s heart ached. No wonder it was  painful memory. She lost her best friend when she was just a kid. “That must’ve been awful for you,” he whispered, stepping a little closer to her, just to let her feel his warmth.

“It was,” she agreed softly. “What’s worse though is that I spent those last 6 months lying straight to his face.”

 Soobin gave her a questioning look.

“Yeonjun cornered me one day. Told me that Beomgyu had been in love with me for a few years, but I never even noticed,” she said. In Soobin’s head, that made sense. And it explained the affection behind the emails’ tone. “And he never confessed ‘cause he didn’t wanna mess up our friendship, and then he thought he’d lost his shot, ‘cause I started crushing on you.”

“But Yeonjun looked me straight in the eyes as we stood by a vending machine in the hospital at almost 11:30 one night and said, ‘Beomgyu’s gonna confess to you tonight. Please accept him’.” 

She let out a dry laugh at the memory. “I didn’t know what to say. It’s not that I was disgusted by the thought of being with him or that I was particularly hung up on you—I just thought you were cute at that point—but I just didn’t feel... anything. No sparks. And that’s not how love’s supposed to be.”

“So I though I’d turn him down gently,” she continued. “Knowing Beomgyu, I thought he’d be happy to just get it off his chest, and then we could spend his last few months as we always had. The unbeatable trio.”

She leaned her head on Soobin’s shoulder, feeling drained and tired. “But when I got into his room, he’d prepared flowers, and balloons, and a handwritten letter, and a big romantic speech, and I just... 

She nuzzled closer into his shoulder. "I didn’t have the heart. He’d never had a girlfriend before, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was all my fault. Maybe he was waiting for me and I just never got to that point. So I accepted him. I’ve never seen him look so relieved. He almost cried.”

“So I went six months... Pretending to be in love with him. But I think he knew. I think he knew my heart wasn’t in it, and that’s what made it even worse. He would apologize all the time with that sad smile on his face, and it just made me feel even worse.”

“So I tried harder to be a good girlfriend, made myself feel even worse, argued with Yeonjun all the time ‘cause I felt like he was only thinking about Beomgyu, and overall, I just screwed everything up. He had less than a year left with us and I wasted it lying to him. I didn’t even do it well. It all felt pointless.”

“Especially when I knew for sure he knew. He told me he was gonna repay me someday for helping him live out his short dream, even though it was hard for me. I guess he held up his end.” 

She looked up, meeting eyes with Soobin, his dark orbs damp with sympathy. “He gave me you, the crazy bastard. Guess he knew five years would probably be enough for me not to totally hate myself anymore,” she chuckled. “That way, I could love properly again.”

She looked back at the niche, staring intently at Beomgyu’s portrait, as well as the smaller pictures laid out around it. Pretty much all of them had herself and Yeonjun inside of them, right next to Beomgyu and his dopey grin.

“He never let me kiss him,” she said. “I tried, but he never let me. He always joked and said ‘cooties’, but I know it’s ‘cause he didn’t want me to waste my first kiss on a lie. He was good like that.”

Without him realizing it, Soobin had started crying. Not a harsh sob or a broken whimper, just thick tears pouring out of his stinging, red eyes. He couldn’t tell if he was saddened by the story or thankful for the gesture.

Wordlessly, he faced the niche, giving a deep bow. “Thank you,” he whispered, “for giving me your best friend. I can tell how much you love her.”

In that moment, the air changed. It felt warmer.

Maybe somewhere out there, in a different timeline or dimension, Beomgyu was flashing his dopey smile, happy that another one of his hair-brained schemes worked out. 

[patton-cake]

Past adventures and future experiences

Pairings: Logicality and very background Anaroceit, it's only mentioned.

Summary: The Christmas ball, a magical high school experience. At least that’s what it’s supposed to be. Patton knows that he has to ask Logan soon or else he might be too late. You know what? Forget it. There’s no way that Logan would want to be his date. 

Word count: 3635

Additional information: Merry Christmas Gabi! I had the honour to be your Secret Santa this year and I really hope that you're not disappointed with that! Anyway, I love you and I hope that you'll like my gift :D @irritating-lady-knight

~The Story~

Books had always been Patton's escape from this repetitive world. Sure, there were a lot of good things in the world and he certainly wasn't complaining, but sometimes it just feels nice to be somewhere else you know? To be away from your annoying teachers, who think that 25 homework assignments due next week is completely reasonable. To be away from that one feeling you get when you think that you've finished everything, but you're not 100% sure, and to be away from himself for once.

That's why Patton started to read.

When he was younger, his mom used to take him to the library every Tuesday afternoon. They would spend hours reading together about brave princes who saved princesses ("But what if I want to save a prince instead of a princess mama?" "You can save whoever you want Mon Étoile"), they learned about the most beautiful creatures, and one day, they met one of Patton's future best friends.

Logan would teach him everything he had learned about the stars and their different constellations, the planets and their little baby moons ("They're not their children Patton.") And in return, Patton would read him his favourite stories and take him on thrilling adventures.

Unfortunately, the boys grew older and with becoming older, came more responsibilities. School wasn't much of a problem for the two friends. They both enjoy learning and Patton even made a new friend (who he immediately introduced to Logan, because the two were and always will be a package deal). 

At the first sight, you would think that someone like Virgil would never become friends with someone like Patton. His dark black hair with faint purple dye, dark lether jacket decorated with punk rock pins and spiky boots have scared off a lot of people, but not Patton. Instead of running away, Patton basically adopted him.

Don't worry! He and Logan are still best friends! Patton has two hands and a lot of room in his heart, especially for someone like Logan.

  "Thinking about Nerd number 1 again huh?" Patton shook his head and blinked a few times, before completely zoning back into reality. Oh right, school. Virgil laughed at Patton's 'angry' glare and pointed behind him.

"Good news Pattycake, your sweetheart is coming this way."

Patton poked his side and grumbled "He's not my sweetheart!"

With a look of disbelief, Virgil stared at his best friend and rolled his eyes. "You two are basically married already! Roman and I have a bet that you two got married years ago somewhere in France, because that's totally the type of romantic Logan would pick, but just didn't invite us to the wedding."

"If you keep bullying me then no, I won't invite you to the wedding!" Patton tried to hold back his laughter, but failed completely.

"So there is going to be a wedding??"

Before Patton could react, he heard a quiet voice calling his name.

"Salutations Patton, Virgil. I hope your day has been satisfactory so far." Logan had a slight blush on his face and was anxiously fidgeting with his tie.

"Goodmorning Lo! We saved you a seat!"

A small smile appeared on Logan's face as he sat down next to Patton.

"So mr. and mr. Nerd, did you two already hear about the nightmare that is the Christmas ball?"

Oh right. The Christmas ball. The event of the year.

The Christmas ball was this party for everyone in their last year. It was a sort of last goodbye before they graduated. Basically their school just took prom and slapped a different name on it to feel special and creative.

"Yeay! I bet that you, Janus and Roman are going together huh?" Patton winked at him and gave him a bright smile. He had been so happy for his friend when he and Roman finally got together and even happier when later Janus got added to the relationship. They were really adorable with the three of them.

"Mhm! Roman wanted to do some big promposal, but fortunately for us, Janus managed to talk him out of it. But how about you Logan? Anyone you wanna ask?"

Oh gosh Patton was going to kill Virgil. His friend knew that he wanted to ask Logan. In fact, he had tried to ask him like 5 times already, but every time he was about to pop the question, his anxiety took over and he asked some other random thing. This had lead him to asking Logan about the way ducks keep floating, their math homework and random facts about ladybugs instead. Patton truly was hopeless.

"Logan? Are you blushing? Now you gotta tell!" Virgil leaned over the table with a mischievous smile on his face.

"I did no such thing, but yes, I suppose there is someone I'd like to go with." Unfortunately for Logan, his face only turned darker red, which made Virgil laugh harder.

"Tell us more Logan!! Come on!" Virgil gently poked Logan's arm and leaned on his elbows, interrogating Logan,

"Well.. They're the most wonderful person in the world and I could not imagine my life without them, but I'm not telling you their name, not until I've asked them."

"Come on Lo! You can trust us! Right Patt? Patton? Everything okay?" His voice suddenly turned concerned when he looked at Patton, who was fidgeting with his necklace and looking at his hands, a sad smile on his face.

"Yeay, I'm fine," he grapped his backpack and stood up, "I'm gonna go to my next class, see you later guys."

  In all honesty, Patton wasn't fine. He had failed to ask Logan to the prom and now he was too late. Gosh he was pathetic. He felt a few teardrops falling down his face as he walked outside. Patton desperately needed to get his mind off of everything, so he went to the place he always went when he was sad. The magic treehouse.

When they were younger, Logan and Patton had wanted to go on their own adventure. They tried to discover the hidden secrets from their library (the only thing they found was that the librarian was secretly dating ms. Williams. Patton still got shivers when he thought about that), they practised their sword fighting skills, discovered that Logan shouldn't be trusted with sharp objects and searched for hidden treasures in their backyard.

One day, after getting complaints from ms, Williams, their parents decided that they should have their own little place, somewhere where they didn't disturb other people. Logan and Patton had spent all summer building their treehouse together. Of course that meant that their parents build it and that they had decorated it with fancy fairy lights.

Patton smiled when he reached his backyard. The magic tree was located in the little private forest, behind their yard and right now, it looked absolutely magical. It had started snowing a few days ago so the whole scenery was covered in a little layer of white snow.

He carefully climbed up the ladder and entered the treehouse. Patton looked around him with a soft smile on his face, nothing had changed in their secret hideout. The shelves were covered with books, the fairy lights were still covering almost the entire ceiling and on the walls hang multiple drawings of their great adventures.

A chuckle escaped Patton as he looked through their drawings. Most of them were from when they were 9. He could barely identify the two blue stickman figures as Logan and him wearing their crowns. Logan always said that one day, he and Patton would become mighty rulers of their own library kingdom. They would have flying books and magical flowers that changed colours.

Patton's heart broke a little when he thought about that. Logan always claimed that they'd be together forever, Patton knew that they had only been children at the time, but still, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken. He'll get over it eventually, Patton would be happy for Logan and his date of course, but it still hurt.

Suddenly, his phone started to beep and he could hear the Sherlock theme song starting to play. Logan was calling him. Patton turned his phone off and sunk down to the floor. Class had started half an hour ago and here he was, crying in his childhood treehouse. How pathetic.

After a while, Patton's breathing had become steady again and he walked towards the bookshelves. A shiver spread over his body and he finally began to realise exactly how cold it was in the treehouse. Patton picked up the first book and started to read. Stories had always cheered him up a bit.

  "I think that I remember that one."

Patton snapped his head towards Logan and let out a deep breath.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?" Patton knew that he was being hypocrite but at this moment, he couldn't really care about that.

"As should you." Logan sat down next to Patton, taking in the their treehouse. "Nothing has changed here, has it? Do you remember when we were 11 and those bullies threatened me on the playground?" Logan chuckled softly and looked at their drawings, "We spend all day hiding here, drawing together."

Patton too, let out a soft laugh and looked at his hands, keeping his head low.

"Wasn't that the day we made the first drafts for our little kingdom? You know? With the weird roses and the unrealistic inhabitants?"

"Hey! Don't you dare insult Regno Libri like that!" Logan exclaimed. He tried to keep a serious face, but couldn't help but laugh. Patton giggled softly and finally looked Logan in his eyes.

"I'm sorry if I worried you Logan... I just needed some time for myself, I'll be fine."

Logan smiled soflty and took Patton's hand, gently fidgeting with his fingers.

"You're my best friend Patton, I know when something is bothering you. It's okay if you don't want to tell me, but just know that Virgil and I are here to help you okay? We care about you." He squeezed Patton's hand and moved closer so there sides were touching.

"I know Logan, thanks.." He slightly blushed at their intertwining hands and leaned onto Logan's shoulder. Physical touch had always been the best solution to cheer Patton up and especially if Logan was providing that touch. Logan would never admit it, but he secretly was a great hugger.

After a few minutes, Logan gently let go of Patton's hand and put his arm around Patton's shoulders instead, carefully pulling him closer. He gently stroked his hands through Patton's curls, softly twirling them around his fingers before speaking up again,

"Patton? There is something I'd like to ask you.." Logan smiled down at his friend with a loving gaze,

"I know that this might not be the most perfect time to ask, but do you might want to be my date to the Christmas ball? And perhaps we can try to become Promkings? Instead of rulers? Do you remember that?"

 Wait

 What?

 Patton's thoughts zoned out and he looked at Logan with a shocked look on his face. Did.. did Logan actually asked him to prom?

"Patton? I- you don't have to, I understand if you don't see me that way, if you don't like me like that but-"

"Logan, please don't doubt yourself that much."

  And with that, he kissed him. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but it was everything they needed. The kiss was sweet and gentle and it tasted a bit like vanilla, Patton couldn't get enough off it.

When Patton pulled away and looked up at Logan he giggled a bit. His (boy)friend (?) had a dazy smile on his face and his cheeks were bright red. After a few seconds, he spoke up

"I- you- is that a yes?"

Patton chuckled at the normally composed and stoic boy and kissed his cheek,

"Yes Logan, I'd love to be your date to the Christmas Ball." Patton leaned his head back onto Logan's shoulder and nuzzeld his cheek gently, taking in everything around them.

  He had just kissed Logan

  Patton had just kissed Logan

And it was perfect

After what felt like hours, Logan kissed Patton's forehead and carefully stood up. He reached out a hand to help Patton and linked there hands together,

"I think it's time to return, Virgil must be really worried." Patton let out a yawn and leaned into Logan's embrace,

"You're probably right."

   And yeay, Logan had been right

"Where the hell were you Patton? I was so worried! Are you okay? Why did you leave and- Are.. are you two holding hands?" Virgil waved around with his arms, face full of worry. But when he saw Logan's loving gaze at Patton, something in him shifted. A soft smile appeared on his face and he smirked down at the two.

Patton looked down at their hands and blushed soflty. He loved Virgil, he really did and it was so funny to see him turn into this overprotective mother hen. Eventhough Virgil liked to act like he didn't care about other people, Patton knew how much of a softy he actually was.

"So when's the wedding?"

Logan almost choked on air.

  It had only taken a few days before the entire city was covered in snow. Patton could hear the white crystals crunch under his feet as he walked through the park close to his house. Virgil and Patton had agreed to meet up a few hours before the Christmas ball was supposed to start. He checked his phone when he arrived at the old oak tree. The old oak tree had been in the park for ages, hence the nickname. Patton could remember being a little boy and trying to climb all the way to the top of the tree, even though Logan would always warn him that he could fall down and break his legs. Which he eventually did. Well, not both of his legs. Patton had only broken his left ankle, but he got a lolly from the nice nurse lady so he was fine. Giggling at the memory of Logan’s concern, Patton unlocked his phone to check the time. Five minutes until Virgil would arrive.

Just when Patton was about to send Virgil a message, letting him know that he had arrived, Patton saw something flying towards him before said thing hit the ground with a muffled sound.

“Damn that was supposed to hit you!” Patton turned around a saw a big bundle of purple coming his way. The purple blob tried hard to keep his balance on the slippery snow as it made it’s way to the tree. “Did it scare you?” It’s voice was slightly muffled by a fluffy scarf but Patton could still recognize the bright purple hair that always looked like an absolute mess.

“Oh I was terrified” Patton rolled his eyes while simultaneously trying to contain his laughter. Virgil scoffed and lightly hit Patton’s arm.

“Mission completed then I guess, but it’s not like you could have done it bette-“

Before Virgil could even finish his sentence, a cold snowball flew into his face. He quickly shook all the snow off of himself and looked at Patton who had a really sweet and innocent smile on his face

“Oh you bastard, it’s on” Virgil quietly mumbled to himself and began to collect more snow.

“What did you say Virgy? You looked like you needed a little cool down time!” and yeay it was really no ones fault besides himself when Patton too, got hit by a snowball right in his face.

A lot of snowballs later, Virgil walked up to his friend with his hands high up in the sky, slightly shivering from the cold.

“You won okay, I give up. I’m literally freezing.” Patton took this opportunity to hug Virgil around his waist and nuzzle close.

“Alright, alright we get it, you love hugs. Now come let’s get some hot chocolate or something. We deserve it after this intense battle.”

Patton nodded in Virgil’s chest and together the tried to find their balance while walking out of the park.

   When the two friends walked into Patton’s house, they were met with an overwhelming smell of gingerbread and apple-pie. Which made sense because Patton’s parent had been baking Christmas treats for their family this morning.

“You mind if I grab one?” Virgil held up one of the chocolate chip cookies and ploffed down on one of the chairs in the living room. He took a bite when Patton motioned that he could eat it and let out a small noise of contentment.

“Your suit arrived last week right?” Patton nodded and Virgil continued, “Have you tried it on yet?”

Patton nodded again and smiled brightly at Virgil

“It fitted perfectly! I really hope that Lo will like it too”

He hugged himself anxiously and Virgil stood up to wrap him into a strong embrace

“Hey it’s okay Pat. Your boyfriend absolutely adores you. Believe me, if it would have taken you two any longer to get together I would have sued Logan, because he just couldn’t shut up about how handsome you looked and how he would just skip the prom because he couldn’t ask you.”

Patton giggled and blushed slightly

“And besides, if Logan does somehow decide to hurt you in any way or form, I will gladly kill him for you!” Patton lightly hit Virgil’s arm before looking up with his bright smile returned on his face.

“Thanks Virgil.”

  After Patton changed into his light blue suit and Virgil had eaten more chocolate chip cookies, he also finally decided to put on his indigo purple suit with bright red and golden bracelets to match his boyfriends. Logan and Patton had agreed to wear matching ties, which meant that Patton was wearing a beautiful navy-blue necktie.

He triple checked if he had all of his stuff, including his phone, keys and if Virgil was ready, when he suddenly heard a soft knock on his door. With a mischievous smirk, Virgil walked up to the door and opened it slightly, leaning in the doorway.

"Hello Logan"

"Salutations Virgil, is something wrong?" Patton couldn't see Logan but he could identify the slight shake in his voice as anxiety.

"I don't know Logan. Tell me, are you going to dance with Patton tonight? Bring him some pretty flowers? Give him everything he deserves and more?" He could hear Logan clear his throat and Patton was sure that he was anxiously fidgeting with his necktie by now. Logan always did that when he was nervous.

"If Patton wants to dance tonight then I'll gladly join him, I did indeed bring him a flower and believe me, I will try to do anything I can to make him happy." Patton almost melted at the soft adoration in Logan's voice and he pushed Virgil out of the doorway.

"Virgil! Stop that! You're bullying the poor thing. I'm sure that Logan will be a true gentleman, as will I." Patton giggled at Virgil when he rolled his eyes and then turned back to face his boyfriend.

"Hi Logan," Patton whispered breathlessly, "you look absolutely amazing"

Logan, who looked equally as breathless, blushed slightly and whispered back with a soft voice "As do you Sunshine, as do you."

He then held his hand out and presented Patton a singular light blue and slightly bowed

"For you my love" Logan smirked up at Patton and chuckled softly.

"Move your domestic display elsewhere you nerds. This is too nauseating." Virgil smiled softly down at Patton and hugged him quickly before Logan took Patton's hand to escort him to his car.

  The night sky was filled with stars when the two boys finally arrived at the oh so dreaded Christmas ball. Well, of course the ball wasn't that dreaded anymore. Patton wondered if anything could be dreadful when Logan was there by his side.

"Your mind is lost in space Sunshine, what is troubling you?" Logan intertwined their fingers and gently rubbed his thumb over Patton's hand to soothe him.

"Nothing's wrong Starlight, everything is perfect. Absolutely perfect." The honesty in Patton's voice made Logan blush and together, they entered the ballroom.

Suddenly, they were surrounded by hundreds of fake snowflake decorations. The fairy lights gave the room an enchanting atmosphere and because it was Christmas, in the corner of the room stood an eight feet tall Christmas tree, decorated with the most beautiful ornaments. It looked magical

"Well I did promised a dance didn't I?" Patton turned around to face Logan and saw that his boyfriend was holding out his hand for him.

"We don't want to disappoint Virgil now do we?" He giggled as he happily accepted Logan's invitation and followed him to the dancefloor.

The music started to play and Patton could feel Logan's hands gently wrapped around his waist. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear the other people entering the dancefloor, but Patton was too distracted at this moment. Blue. Beautiful dark blue. The only thing Patton noticed was how the lights reflected into Logan dark blue eyes, making him truly look magical.

"..Logan" Patton slightly cringed at the crack in his voice, but Logan didn't seem to notice

"Patton?" His boyfriend looked at him with a confused smile and a lot of admiration in his eyes.

"I love you"

"Well that's perfect Patton, do you want to know why?" Logan blushed while still keeping a smirk on his face leading them through their dance. He continued when Patton nodded,

"Because I love you too."

The two swayed the night away, living in their own private bubble. It was just the two of them and it was absolutely perfect.

[kusagrasskusa]

Light X Detective! Reader - "I am Kira"

Summery- Y/N is a teenager given the honor of working for the task force and is with the few who agreed to work in the Kira case. Both while discussing L and on her way to go to the hotel to meet L, she bumps into Light. They get along and have a two minute conversation before she's pulled away by Aizawa. Her biggest flaw is her incapability to shut up, so she sorta explains how she (rather than Pember's fiance) believes Kira can in many ways...

Sorry for the "read more" being so high up lol. When I look through hashtags, I hate it when there's an entire story I already read to scroll past before I can see new ones :)

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"I just don't understand," Y/N huffed as she pushed her hair behind her ear. She clinched the papers in her hand and furrowed her eyebrows together while rereading all the reports that were concluded to be caused by Kira. She sat in a cold room, in a chair that wouldn't warm up, with a bunch of officers who were equally as ignorant and annoyingly loud as the next. A lot of them distrust L as well, creating an unwanted tension that bothers everyone.

"Excuse me, sir," called a brunette boy to another brunette. Okay, maybe not everyone is annoying and ignorant; Matsuda and the Cheif were alright. Y/N smiled to herself as she looked at the two congregating. It's nice to see these two making the atmosphere brighter, she thought. There's been a lot of stress since no one can even began to image how Kira is even existing right now. Whether it's a single person or a group, how can they kill someone from anywhere? Alchemy isn't even real, so how?

And before she knew it, two hours of nothing went by. That is, until, three officers went up to the Cheif and set stuff down on the table. "Sir, we're resigning from the Kira investigation."

The cheif stood up, wide eyed, "why!"

"Because we value our lives! Kira has made it clear that he'll stop whoever gets in his way! We have a family at home and we aren't going to give it up!" One explained, taking deep breaths. The Cheif was silent for a moment before sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Take your badges. I completely understand your decision." The cheif stood up, looking around the room. "I want everyone who wants to leave the Kira investigation to stand up. You won't be fired but rather transfered to another case." And just like that, nearly every single person in the case stood up, looking around each other disappointly. Y/N looked around her, glaring at the men around her. Wow, she thought, and I was called weak for being a "little girl."

As people made their decisions on whether to leave, or stay, or whatever, Y/N simply stacked her papers and cleaned her desk. The one she shared her desk had left, so she had a lot more space to put her paperwork. To be honest she didn't really like him all that much; it's random but that man would make the most jokes about Y/N's age and gender. She was the only female and being surrounded by a bunch of guys called for many conversations focusing on how she would interact with people, as if her gender is a defining quality to ever conversation.

But thank God that's over with. As Y/N looked around the room, her eyes widened as her eyebrows furrowed. "What? Like everyone left!" She called out, counting the people left. Masuta chuckled from across the room and she received a disapproving glance from Aizawa. Well, thank God these two stayed. She would be so alone with someone to joke with and another to keep an eye on her.

Aizawa is almost like an older brother/father figure of sorts, which is hella comforting. Matsuda and Y/N have never met before their job, not even happened to lassby each other at any point in their life, yet as soon as they saw each other, they knew each other very well. Immediately they kicked it off and eventually he found a way to convince the cheif that she's worthy of being here with him. He may have even brought up Light to make the cheif feel more personalized. It worked somehow.

The few remaining in the office stood up to acknowledge each other better. And when L finally spoke up from the computerin the back of the room, it was time for the debate on whether we trust him or not. Y/N, the Cheif, Matsuda, and Ukita seem to trust L a lot. Aizawa and Ide seem distrustful, and Mogi is neutral. When L released them to go discuss their views on him, everyone was eager to go.

On the way outside, a smile hung on Y/N's features as she walked alongside Matsuda. He didn't exactly share her energy as he rather just stared at the ground with a look of questioning. "This is a good thing y'know? It finally means we have the chance of a lifetime: to meet L. He would know how to keep us safe so we would never end up like the FBI agents!" Y/N whispered to him, making a small look of relief cross his features. He smiled at her and nodded.

Just a little into the conversation, the group had already began to trust L at least a little bit more. A few minutes later, L was given them directions on how to find him. Like hell I will write this all out, so just know that this happened the same way it did in the anime :). Y/N smiled widely, gripping Matsuda's sleeve and giggling quietly to herself. "This is amazing! We get to finally meet the L!"

"Calm down, L/N-san," Aizawa scolded, sending her a disapproving look. Y/N giggled at his stern face, shaking her head. She leaned on Matsuda's shoulder.

"Come on, 'Zawa! You're not excited? Not everyone gets to do this, y'know," she replied. Chief Yagami sighed and rolled his eyes at her childish behavior.

~~~

Y/N walked the dark streets with Aizawa by her side. She's humming to herself before breaking into a light sing, "hirogaru yami no naka-"

"Do you ever be quiet?" Aizawa asked. Y/N shook her heard before continuing to sing. But this time, she spread her arms out and moved more, dancing to the rhythm of the song. "Stop it, you child! You're gonna draw attention to us!"

"No I won't~ After all, it's the middle of the night," she replied as she pointed around the empty streets with the exception of 3 pass-bys. "No one is gonna care about a stupid little schoolgirl with her "dad" walking around when their tired and want to go home." Oh, in order to keep up a lie that Y/N is related to Aizawa, they found it easier for her to dress in a schoolgirl outfit. After all,, it's a Wednesday so people would think she would have to go to school, meaning she was young enoigh to be his daughter. "It's not like I'm gonna run into someone, eit—" Pffb!

Y/N fell onto the ground and landed in on the pavement. She hit her head on a metal door when she was walking and somehow didn't see it; well, maybe that's because someone opened the door. "Sorry! I didn't see you there," called a soft, masculine voice. He extended his hand towards the girl who was rubbing the mark on her forehead. She looked up at him either an apologetic look as she took his hand and he pulled her to her feet.

"No, I apologize. I, um, wasn't looking," she responded. Her face was pink with embarrassment so she kept her head low. After all, how does one recover from embarrassing themselves in front of someone so damn attractive?

"Look what you did; I told you this would happen. I'm sorry, sir, for you— Light?" Aizawa asked with a questioning look on his features. The brunette boy smiled at Aizawa, waving.

"It's me, haha. Sorry, I'm not very good with faces. What's your name?" He kindly asked. Y/N looked up at him and admired his features. He looked so calm and collected that it was admiring to her.

"Aizawa," is all he said before Light nodded in remembrance.

"Nice to see you again, sir. Is this your daughter? She looks lovely," Light complimented as he turned towards the short girl, whose face remained as pink as before if not worse. She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him at waving.

"My name is Y/N, nice to meet to you Light," she responded with a bow of her head. Light bowed his head simultaneously with that calm smile never leaving his face. "Sorry again, haha. I'm sorta a clutz," she continued.

Light shook his head and scratched the back of his neck. "No need to be so worried, Miss Y/N. All's forgiven. Actually, I'm rather glad we did bump into each other like that. You're a sweet woman," he replied. Y/N chuckled nervously and felt his charisma hit her deep in the soul.

"I hate to break up you and your boyfriend," Aizawa stepped in. "But we have to get going. It was nice seeing you Light." Light nodded in understanding and YN posted her lip, though also understanding. She looked back at Light, smiling.

"Well, I hope to see you again, Light. Bye for now," she said her goodbyes as Light did the same to her before hey parted ways. "He's cute," she simply stated as Aizawa rolled his eyes.

"You teenagers and your weird romances..."

~~~

Y/N laid there; her books spread out on a table and her head in her arms, breathing softly as she stayed asleep. She was only allowed to work 4 days a week with the task force and this would be one of those days where she had to study hella hard since she wouldn't be able to every Monday and Tuesday. She's in a few advanced classes and they've been getting harder now that she can't focus all her attention on her classes. But damn, she was so tired today! But even so, a simple poke on the back woke her up.

"Excuse me ma'am, are you alright?" A soft voice asked. She stirred around before looking over at the owner of that voice, furrowing her eyebrows together. "Y/N?"

"Light?" Y/N asked, her face turning red in embaressment. "Oh! I'm sorry, were you going to sit here?" She asked eagerly as she gathered her things and put them in together as fast as possible.

"Oh no! I was just checking to see if you were okay, so please do whatever," Light responded. Y/N continued to blush as she mumbled an oh before setting her things back down.

"Sorry, haha... I sometimes get sorta caught up in my studies," she admitted, earning a chuckle from Light.

"No worries. I'd be glad to help if needed. What grade are you in?" Light asked as he set his coffee down on the table, sitting down besides her.

"Senior year. 18 and still can't grow up," she added a self depreciating comment as she rubbed her tired eyes and yawned. Light shook his head, brushing his hand in the air to singal "it's okay".

"No need to be so harsh on yourself. After all, everyone learns in a different way and perhaps the way you're teaching yourself isn't the right way. Instead of reading equations and writing down answers, let's try drawing out pictures of those equations and adding references." Light took the pencil from her side and and began to draw and write put several equations and problems. Needless to say, in about an hour, Y/N had understood every single thing she had worked on.

"You're doing great," Light complimented as he looked over Y/N's paper. Y/N giggled nervously, a Light blush coming to her cheeks.

"Thanks, with your help though," she replied. Light shook his head and handed back the paper.

"Not at all. I just showed you a new technique and told you what you got wrong. It was all you." Y/N thanked him once more before taking a sip of her coffee. It was maybe 9am by now and perhaps she should get going.

"It's getting a bit late. I need to go home soon," she spoke sadly. Light nodded, standing up from the table while Y/N collected her things. "Thanks again, by the way. Especially for staying with me for, like, an hour. That must be hard, heh heh."

Light chuckled, shaking his head. "You need to belive in yourself a little more, y'know. However, anyways, I suppose we should get going now. It was nice seeing you again, Y/N. I look forward to our next encounter." They walked each other out the door before finally saying their last goodbye and parting ways.

~~~

In no time, Light was part of the police task force as well. Side by side Y/N, who graduated with him, someone who he had got close to since their first visit in the cafe. Hell, this far into each other's company and how close they must be true to work, some may even say there's love. Light was that tall, sweet, intelligent, caring boy who never breaks in situations. Y/N was that kind, self-deprecating, cheerful but can be serious, smart, and thorough girl who looks as dumb as a rock. They're very similar in some places and different in others, which is the perfect mix.

"To be honest," Y/N sighed. "I'm really starting to doubt L. He focuses on you way too much, and we really don't have time for that. People are being killed everyday and nothing's being done to stop it." Light nodded, sighing as well. They sat on the top stairs of the roof of the headquarters. "And Kira's supporters give me mixed feelings as well. I understand that what Kira is doing seems righteous, I truly do. They say how these people were never the hero so why should they live? They should live because they shouldn't have to be heroes."

Y/N couldn't help but vent her feelings. After all, a tragic incident had happened to he recently so she couldn't help it. Light picked up on her way more serious attitude towards the investigation and asked what's pushing her so hard. After a little persuasion, he got her to talk about it in a private place. The whole time, she was trying her best to hold in tears when she spoke. "It's bothering me that these supporters think their morally right for thinking the way they do... My uncle, he was killed by Kira last week. And these supporters, they laugh and taunt him because hehe made a mistake when he was young," Y/N hissed, her tears threatening to fall.

"My uncle didn't mean to do it! He was friends with an officer who came over to his house for a party! They got drunk and my uncle wanted to scare awake his friend using a gun he thought was unloaded. He got to watch his best friend's head explode all over his fucking house, all because of a stupid mistake? I was 5 years old, going to the prison every week to him for the little amount of time I could. The officers who would search the visitors knew me; she knew me and who I was going to see, a kindergartener who was scared and hurt by the loss of her uncle. Due to the shooting being accidental, he had less time to serve. And that day, that day where he'd be free, Kira did it. It's fucking disgusting."

Light listened with a frown on his face, patting her back and she hugged her knees and began to cry. It's a shame, really. He sat out there with her for maybe two more minutes before she calmed down.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Y/N. I had no idea," Light spoke sadly, frowning. Y/N shook her head a smile forming on her face. It was clearly force and unhappy, but at least it made Y/N cry less.

"No, no, don't be. I kinda should've expected this. My uncle was a great, funny guy and I wish the world knew that. But anyway," Y/N wiped her tears as she stood up. She extended a hand for Light to take, which he did with a soft smile on his features, and pulled him up. A soft blush hit she cheeks when a

[myother2thirds]

academic purposes | part 1

description: the one where tae convinces y/n to let him draw her naked. for academic purposes, of course.

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. jungkook

genre: fluff, humour, smut | m | art student!kth, college au

word count: 1129

warnings: swearing, awkward virgin!tae, mentions of breasts, nude art

author’s note: here’s part one. enjoy! -e

description, part 1, part 2

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“You want to what?” You blink slowly at the boy sitting across from you in confusion.

“I want to draw you. In nude.” Taehyung responds with a little nod as if it’s the most natural thing to ask.

Three years of college with Taehyung should have been enough for you to anticipate this kind of thing. You’ve had your fair share of unusual experiences because of him, like the time he marched into your Digital Film & Photography lecture in first year to return the camera charm you’d dropped. Or like when you found him in his boxers watering your plants because he missed them (the likes of which drove you to enforce a ‘no visiting the plants when y/n isn’t home’ rule).

You’ve grown so accustomed to his habits that you don’t even blink twice anymore when he starts talking with his hands, when he messages you in all-caps in the middle of the night, or when he loses his train of thought mid-sentence, distracted by whatever else is on his mind in that particular moment. He’s even developed a little code for expressing his love when words don’t quite seem effective enough for him.

You’ve grown to love his little quirks because he’s your best friend and at the end of the day, it’s the little purple heart post-its he leaves on your door before going to class that make him so special.

Yet here you are, as shocked as ever. Because, who just asks something like that? Over coffee. In public.

You look up from your cup, eyes wide in shock, glancing sideways to make sure no one else can hear the very awkward, very private, conversation he has sparked up.

He looks you straight in the eyes to gage your reaction, waiting for a response. He knows he’s sprung this onto you way too soon, and way too early in the morning, but he’s been thinking about it for at least a week. Holding back only because he knew you’d react like this. 

“What the fuck.” You whisper harshly, leaning closer into the table to avoid any prying ears. “You can’t just go around asking that.”

“I don’t go around asking…” he starts with a pout, but trails off because, although he hadn’t asked anyone, he really really wanted to. For one, he was going to ask the paid model in class but the professor made it very clear that they were not to have any contact with her off hours. He knows asking you is taboo and weird, but he doesn’t personally see why it’s a problem. The human body is breathtaking and people should learn to appreciate it.

“Is that why you kept staring at Suzy’s breasts last Tuesday?” You hastily slip out and slap your hand over your mouth because you didn’t even want to acknowledge it let alone find out if it’s true, but Taehyung looks up at you in complete horror, confirming all your doubts. 

Glancing behind, you make sure Suzi hasn’t magically spawned in the coffee shop you’re currently seated at because nothing good would come from having her—or anyone, for that matter—hear that she’s been Taehyung’s eye-candy for the past week. 

“It was for academic purposes!” He manages to whine out before looking down at his lap in embarrassment. 

You gulp down another sip of your coffee, glaring at him across the table. After a long minute of silence, Taehyung gets fidgety under your stare. When he can’t stand the silence any longer, he speaks up. 

“I swear it wasn’t done consciously.” He says this softly but you can tell from the blush emerging on his cheeks that he’s lying out of his ass.

“Perv.” You say distastefully, wrinkling your nose and this makes him laugh but he quickly stops himself when he sees you’re being serious. “That’s not okay, Tae.” You continue. Taehyung smiles at the pet name which lets him know you don’t hate him for asking. And if you don’t hate him for asking, then maybe you don’t hate the idea either?

 “I love you, but this is crossing a line.” You finish off sternly, almost like you’re reading his mind, letting him know that there’s no way in hell you’re agreeing to this.

“Please y/n-ah!” He leans across the table, head low, hands crossed in a begging position. “I know I’m asking for a lot but this isn’t just for some random class. I’m an artist. I think this could really be my passion.” 

“Tae, I like naked men just as much as the next person but it hardly qualifies as a passion.” You say matter-of-factly, eyes shut tight, hands rubbing your temples to relieve the headache which is starting to set in. “And in any case, I’m a photographer. Do you see me asking anyone for their nude pictures?”

“You should!”

“No, Tae!” You barely give him a chance to open his mouth before continuing in an exasperated voice. “Because It’s not okay.” 

“I don’t agree. If it can improve your art then I think it’s a very reasonable request. Plus, you aren’t just anyone to me.” He explains.

You know he won’t take no for an answer so your best bet is to shift his attention away from you. “Well, can’t it be anyone else? You have a model that comes in every week.” 

“No. It has to be you.”

“Why?”

“Because, it does.”

“She literally gets paid to be in your drawings. How is that not enough?

“It just isn’t.” 

“That doesn’t make any sense.” 

This exchange happens in a mere instant, his swift stubbornness causing you to raise your voice with each passing second. A few people sitting nearby turn their heads, glancing questioningly at your table.

“Why does it have to be me, Tae?” You whine, trying to lower your voice.

“Because…” Taehyung begins, his voice is muffled by the collar of his jacket which he’s pulled halfway up his face to hide himself, no doubt. “Just looking might not be enough, okay?” 

You stare at him dumbfounded before finally getting up to leave. You have no idea what that means but you aren’t about to find out. 

Collecting your things you grab for your bag but Taehyung takes a hold of your wrist, his grip soft but firm, fixing you in place. His pleading eyes stare up intensely into yours and if you look close enough, you can almost see the eagerness in his irises materialize, imploring you to cave in. But you don’t. 

You grab your bag from the floor and in an instant, you’re out the door. And when you pass Taehyung’s still figure behind the coffee house window, you don’t even spare him a glance. You love him, but this is going too far.

[dawnsociety]

Starry eyes

Chapter 2

Hi everyone! I’m back with the second part of my Starry eyes fanfic. I originally meant it to be a drabble series but I get a little too carried away while I write lmao I hope you still enjoy it!

I apologize for the late upload but your girlie is a little busy! I’ll try to upload once a week at least, let’s see if I can make it. Once again, I hope you’ll like it and please keep in mind that English is not my native language. I apologize in advance for any typing/grammar mistake, and if you want to send me you feedback it’ll be highly appreciated (just don’t be rude!). Enjoy   ♡

#2 - 1:14 pm

You were absolutely starving. Classes had ended a little too late, more than usual, but now you were finally able to go get some food. Just an hour ago, you were a bundle of nerves, trying to calm yourself while gulping down a whole bottle (if not two) of water so you could look like a functioning human being right in time for your presentation.

To make things fair, your professor had decided to draw a random letter to decide in which order each student would make their presentation. Of course, with luck being on your side, you turned out to be one of the last people to make your presentation. Even though there weren’t many people in your class, you had to wait for a while before showing your work to the entire class, which only made your anxiety skyrocket.

You weren’t really the extrovert, outgoing type, so talking about yourself and your work in front of a bunch of strangers freaked you out. Even though the semester had started around a month ago, you weren’t really close to anyone. You blamed it on your shy, introverted personality, and lost hope to make any new friends in your class. 

An hour later, you were finally free - with no more classes to attend, no more anxiety to make you sweat like you were in a sauna and most of all, with no energy left. You rushed to the cafeteria, hoping to find a free spot where you could eat your lunch. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too crowded so you managed to find one quickly.

You had finally sat down, ready to indulge in your food while scrolling through your Instagram feed. You were looking absentmindedly at your phone, when suddenly you hear a voice: “Hi, is this seat taken?”

You looked up, having no idea who that could be. Only when your eyes met his, you realized who it was.

It was Yunho.

The same Yunho who you had seen walking down the college halls a few days before, with beautiful lips and dainty pinkish hair. To be honest, after that day you had thought of him often. His elegant aura allured you in like a child with cotton candy. You had no idea who he was, but you were enchanted by him.

“I… I, uhm… I mean, no no, it’s free.”

“Great! May I sit here? It’s just the perfect spot and I’m really craving this sandwich, today has been crazy.”

You nodded shyly, a little confused about what was going on. While he was getting comfortable, you looked around and quickly noticed how the place wasn’t too crowded. Yes, more people had come to the cafeteria after you did, but it wasn’t full of hungry students like usual. You were sure you had seen a couple ones totally free on the opposite side of the room. So why did he choose to sit next to you?

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Are you waiting for someone? If so, I can move to another tabl-”, he said, almost cautiously.

“No no, it’s fine!! It’s just me and myself, don’t worry”, you replied in a too enthusiastic tone, almost yelling. You didn’t even notice at first, but later slapped yourself mentally. You didn’t mean to scare him.

He didn’t look scared at all, and actually laughed a little. You had no idea how to talk to him, or even start a conversation. You were internally panicking, but Yunho seemed to be the complete opposite.

“I can finally eat now, lunch time never seemed so come while being in class! Is it just me or are Tuesdays actually even worse than Mondays?”, he wondered. His genuine tone made you realize he was actually curious to know your opinion - something you weren’t really used to. A stranger trying to start a conversation with you? Without any apparent agenda? That sounded crazy.

“Ye-yeah, I guess… I mean, I’m stressed 24/7 so I don’t really care about what day of the week it is”, you replied sassily.

He laughed again, this time much louder. You noticed how his laugh made his eyes disappear into little crescent moons, making his cheeks become even softer. You were looking in awe, as if you had never seen something more gorgeous.

You two talked a little, mostly thanks to Yunho’s constant picking up the conversation. Usually, doing small talk with a stranger would drain your energy soon and make you want to run to a mountain and spend three weeks alone, with no other human being in sight. This time, though, you couldn’t stop yourself from talking. Your hunger just seemed to vanish, as all you wished now was to talk more, to know more, of the gorgeous guy sitting next to you.

Your conversation was soon interrupted by a male voice. “Yunho!!”, he screamed. “Dude, it’s late! We have to practice for next week’s game”, the stranger said while approaching you.

Yunho took another bite to his sandwich before excusing himself and joining his friend. Dumbfounded, you replied “bye” quietly, laying your eyes on your lunch buddy who was rushing through the cafeteria door with his friend. Trying to figure out what had just happened, you were being left with your now cold lunch, confused but also a little upset.

You had always surrounded yourself with art, yet you had just found the most beautiful piece.

[xellandria]

I’ve got another couple D&D one-shots coming up this month, which means more characters!  I’d thought about completing the Belomantia trifecta but ultimately decided against it, and ended up coming up with a whole new character instead!  And by that I mean, not just another OC given a D&D AU version, lol.

But then naturally I went overboard—because that’s what I do when it comes to rolling characters for one-shots—and came up with a backstory and exactly what I wanted her to be... but couldn’t quite slot her perfectly into a D&D class.  More accurately, multiple classes seemed like they’d work and I couldn’t choose between them… so I rolled multiples.  Then instead of having one character, I sort of expanded on the backstory to end up with two.  Three, almost, but I forced myself to calm down a little bit there, lmao :P

Dorma Hearthsinger - level 5 Dwarf Monk (Open Hand) Str: 10 (0) Dex: 14 (+2) Con: 14 (+2) Int: 8 (-1) Wis: 16 (+3) Cha: 14 (+2)

Drifa Hearthsinger - level 5 Dwarf Fighter (Battlemaster) Str: 18 (+4) Dex: 13 (+1) Con: 14 (+2) Int: 10 (+0) Wis: 8 (-1) Cha: 14 (+2)

Drifa and Dorma Hearthsinger (last name subject to change, I wanted to do something with “Kiln” but couldn’t come up with a word mash I liked) are a pair of sisters born to a clan of weavers and tailors in some sort of medium to large D&D dwarven city, and grew up both watching and helping their family create costumes for the local(?) fighting ring/fantasy wrestling league.  Both sisters talked about participating when they got old enough; Drifa actually followed through, and (after a few false starts as a face) became relatively successful as Aedorn, a gold/money-themed heel character.  Dorma was mostly content to stay out of the spotlight and help her sister’s career from the sidelines, but when Drifa came up with a “special move” where Aedorn could duplicate herself, she roped her sister into the ring.  Dorma was willing and enjoyed it, though she wasn’t passionate enough about it to give up her place in the family business.  As Aedorn became more popular, Drifa called on Dorma’s help more and more often—asking her to fill in when she fell ill before an important match, or helping when Drifa had gotten double booked for publicity stunts.

At some point Drifa probably started taking Dorma’s time and help for granted, and Dorma was like “okay listen I want to do my own thing for a bit” and Drifa was like “pffft yeah ok but also we’ve got a match on Tuesday” and Dorma was like “k I’m gonna go for a walk cos you’re being a jerk” and decided to go on her own sort of wrestling-free walkabout vacation.

Both sisters are relatively similar personality-wise (by virtue of having actually been the same character up ‘til like four days ago lmao); they’re both loud drunks when they go over their limits and they both do partake in that particular dwarven stereotype (unlike most of my characters, lol).  Drifa’s eyebrow scar came about in a drinking accident, actually, and Dorna had to start plucking part of hers and then draw it on to match once it got added to Aedorn’s look.  Drifa’s the elder sister, though I don’t know either how old they are (probably somewhere between 40-75ish I’d guess, Dwarves are “young” til 50 iirc?) or what the age gap is between them.  I’d assume it’s not that much, since they’re supposed to look very similar.

I’m not sure how successful I was in drawing them—I was very tempted to use the same base drawing for both of them and then make the minor changes, but that also felt like cheating.  Maybe it’s okay if they’re not as close as I originally pictured in my head—it’s not like fantasy wrestling fans have cameras to take photos that they can then analyze to notice that on rare occasions, Aedorn’s earlobes are detached or her eyes are hazel instead of green or her eyebrows are a little lighter or whatever.  But hey, maybe there is one of those crazed fans out there and that’s part of why Dorma left, cos they were getting weird about it and she didn’t necessarily want to be dealing with the fame of being Aedorn all the time? I dunno!

Speaking of Aedorn, she was Aethorn at one point.  According to this random-ass D&D Dwarven dictionary I found on the Forgotten Realms wiki, “ae” is “gold” (checks out), “aetharn” is “gold lust” (yeah okay) and “bedorn” is “disbelief, lies, mistakes, exaggeration, distortion;” I originally was going to try to make a dwarven wrestling name that was equivalent to “Blood Money” but there was no blood on the list; “warped greed” is more or less as close as I could get.  I swapped it from Aethorn to Aedorn just because the dwarven runes (from the same wiki) looked better.  Then I realized that Dorma was “Dorna” at that point and that was awkward, so I swapped her N to an M (which I’d been mistyping constantly earlier anyway) and figure she probably got made fun of when she was a wee lass or something, “yer mother didn’t want ye, that’s why they named ye mistake!” lol).  I wanted to come up with an English/Common version of the name but I’m not super great at coming up with the right kind of words; “Miss Appropriation” is about as close as I’ve gotten and that’s... really not right, lol.  “The Counterfeiter” maybe?  I dunno.  Chances are high none of this will come up in the course of the three hours I’ll be playing this character, so I suppose it doesn’t matter that much, haha.

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starry night ➳ l.f

lee felix x kim seungmin x reader.

words: 3.5k.

genre: fluff.

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“So, I’ve had a lot of roommates,” you say, pushing your glasses up your nose as you sit opposite Felix and Seungmin, “and a lot of people applied to be my roommate. I’ve known both of you for a sum total of… three days? And you guys have already won me over.”

“Hell yes!” Felix shouts, fist pumping the air as he launches himself towards you for a hug. Crushed beneath him, you barely hear Seungmin thank you repeatedly in his soft voice. The contrast between these two boys was almost the deal breaker for you. They were perfect friends to have; loud and quiet, outgoing and introverted, bold and soft. Polar opposites attract.

According to their story, Felix and Seungmin knew each other last year at the creative arts school the three of you attended. They were roommates before, but applied for accommodation too late this year and this was their last option. School starts again tomorrow, and you’d be back to your art course all guns ablazing, whilst Felix was continuing his musical theatre course and Seungmin his creative writing course. You wondered how you’d never bumped into either of them before.

Felix, with his ever changing hair colour, was pretty unmissable after all, and you worked with the creative writing team last year in designing the stage that the theatre students performed on in last year’s play.

“This is incredible news,” Felix finally says, wedging himself between you and the rest of the small sofa in the tiny apartment you were now sharing with these two boys. You smile, pressed up besides him as he continues chattering about how excited he is. “Just wonderful.”

“It’s going to be a bit… loud, with him around,” Seungmin sighs, making you giggle. “Trust me, an average of three hours of sleep a night is good with Felix.”

You soon learnt this to be true. Later that evening, after the three of you had gone out for dinner at the nearby fried chicken restaurant, you were curling up on the sofa sketching in a rough book and enjoying the last evening of summer. Seungmin was sat at your feet, mirroring your position with his feet resting on top of your fluffy socks, sharing a blanket with you whilst he was working on something on his laptop. Normally, this would be the perfect scenario for you to fall asleep in.

Only Felix was chatting away to himself through some rehearsal notes he had for plays that he had coming up this year. You didn’t mind, as you could see how passionate he was for the subject, and sometimes the random lines he would say would make you and Seungmin giggle. But every time you felt yourself beginning to nod off, Felix would announce a passionate love line from something that sounded Shakespearean, and you were jerked awake again.

You understood Seungmin’s complaints, but found Felix’s outbursts cuter rather than annoying. Finally Felix retreated to shower and bed, and as you could faintly hear him singing in the shower, Seungmin seem to relax.

“Felix may be older but boy is he chaotic to look after,” Seungmin says to fill the silent air between you, making you burst out laughing. You never imagined living with two boys to be quite this loud - you knew it would be loud, granted, but not this much noise from one person. “But I love him a lot so… These things happen.”

“You guys have such a cute bond,” you grin, putting down your book and smiling at Seungmin. “And to have stuck together all this time? I had eight different friendship circles last year alone. And now, they all hate me.”

Seungmin laughs, but is wary of whether you meant it as a joke or not. When questioned on it you explain that the situation was funny rather than sad, and in retrospective was quite ridiculous. Most of the friends you ended up falling out with was because their course was very dissimilar to yours, and they didn’t understand why you spent all your time painting or drawing or taking photos. That, or they were jealous that you were so open and friendly to everyone, they wouldn’t trust you.

“Well, now you’ve got us,” Seungmin says with a bright smile, “and we aren’t like that. Felix generates enough energy for himself and both of us, I don’t have enough friends to ditch you two and you are housing us so… I think we will get on quite well.”

Seungmin wasn’t wrong. The three of you got on like a house on fire. On Tuesday night’s when you had a yoga class, Seungmin and Felix would meet you afterwards for Takeout Tuesdays and to make sure you were safe. When Felix would have swimming classes during lunch hours, you’d always bring the food that Seungmin bought him during lunch to ensure he ate well. If Seungmin visited home any weekends, you and Felix would spend all of Friday night and Saturday together, watching movie marathons and waiting for your best friend to return.

And you couldn’t be happier. In fact, everything was perfect. For a few smooth months you grew especially close with the two boys, and you wouldn’t change it for the world. Everything fell in place like you wanted it to; school was going well, you were feeling happier about life, and you had two friends who meant the world to you, and who you meant the world to.

That was until one Tuesday, it was only Felix waiting for you on the purple plastic chairs in the foyer of the gym where your yoga classes were held. The smile on his face was as bright as ever, but didn’t meet his eyes like it usually did. Confusion had grabbed at you as you approached the currently red headed boy.

“Where’s Seungmin? Did something happen?” You ask worriedly, waiting for Felix to stand up. His face is sad, soft at the edges and the smile has completely disappeared now. “Felix?” You call after a long period of silence.

“He’s on a date with someone else, y/n,” Felix shrugs as he offers you a hand. “I’m really sorry.”

You take his fist but raise a confused eyebrow. “Why are you sorry? That’s good for him! He shouldn’t have to feel bad about dating other people because of us, should he?”

“I thought- but- what?” The Australian boy lets your hand drop and stops just outside of the gym. People from your class bustle past, tutting at the obstruction that the small Australian boy had caused. You take his elbow and lead his confused figure to the side, where you were hidden in the darkness of the night and not at risk of being run over by a gym hulk.

“What’s wrong Felix?” You ask, dropping his elbow now.

“I thought you liked Seungmin,” he says, pouting. “Like, fancied him. Wanted to go out with him. I don’t know how you say it.”

“Seungmin? Oh, dear no,” you say, bursting into giggles in front of the confused boy. “No, what gave you that impression?”

Felix takes your hand again and begins leading you to your local restaurant. He explains his thoughts, and most of them make you laugh. The fact that Seungmin and you would stay up to chat about philosophical things that Felix didn’t care for, or that you’d always sketch him if bored, or that whenever he went away at the weekends you’d be forlorn until he returned Sunday night.

“Oh,” you say when Felix says that he thought there may have been something between the two of you that he didn’t know about. “I mean, there clearly isn’t if he is dating someone else. I- I didn’t realise that is what you thought.”

You and Felix manage to laugh off Felix’s poor judgement of your relationship with Seungmin. After the giggles have passed and you are both tucking in to your food from your favourite take-out on the couch, you forget all about the conversation. The remainder of the evening is spent on Minecraft with Felix, who was insistent he had something cool to show you. Instead the two of you end up designing a huge castle that you leave him to build when there is knocking at the door.

“Seungmin?” You ask, confused, when he knocks on the door later that evening. He stands, cheeks flushed and smile bright when you answer.

“Forgot my keys when I left early. Glad you guys were still awake, I thought I was going to have to holler at the door until someone answered,” he grins as you step aside and let him through. “Minecraft again, Felix?”

“Well, seeing as you ditched us for Takeout Tuesday’s, y/n said they would play with me,” Felix says rather sulkishly that makes you giggle. Seungmin doesn’t seem to notice his tone though as he glides through the apartment on cloud nine, a grin on his soft cheeks and a happy haze in his eyes.

“That was today? You guys should’ve said,” he replies, oblivious to Felix’s apparent sadness. You take a seat beside the blond boy again as Seungmin leaves for his bedroom in a daze. Saddened, Felix drops the controller for Minecraft and turns off the games console.

“I don’t like it, y/n,” Felix says, letting his head drop on your shoulder. “Seungmin has always been… mine. And, in the most selfish way possible, I don’t want him to find someone else. Because who will love me?”

“First of all, Felix,” you say, taking his hand and interlocking your fingers with him, “Seungmin isn’t going to leave you. You know what he is like; he’s very loyal, and wouldn’t just ditch you for someone who he may or may not be romantically involved with,” you choose your words carefully as you try to comfort the boy, not wanting to do more harm than good. “Also, you’ve got me! And seeing as you are living in my apartment for the next year, I don’t think I’m going to be leaving anytime soon, okay?”

“Okay,” Felix says, although he doesn’t sound convinced. Seungmin returns from his room ten minutes later in his pyjamas, ready to talk all about his date, but Felix remains curled in your side as the two of you watch the television show, letting Seungmin talk himself into a daze.

This is what your life had become all of a sudden. From blissful friendship dates out with your two best friends, to it being just you and Felix and Seungmin coming home with more fantastic news about his wonderful partner. You were happy for him; he deserved someone who could love him after all, but what upset you was that he had no regard for Felix’s feelings. Whether it was that he didn’t notice, or didn't care, you weren't sure. But you knew that you didn’t want Felix to feel even worse about the situation than he already did, so you made an effort to cheer him up whenever possible.

That meant you’d sit with him through all of his swimming classes, eating your lunch and quietly drawing at the side of the pool whilst he stormed through the water. Soon after you began attending him at the pool, he joined your yoga class, and whilst he was nowhere near as flexible and calm as you were, he enjoyed them a lot; and would tell you this frequently, although you were sure he just liked your instructor more than the class itself.

The weekends when Seungmin was away were even better now that Felix and you were used to being alone; each weekend one of you would have to find something new to do in the city that the pair of you could do. This resulted in some really successful trips, such as the art museum that you took Felix too and he loved, and the theatre that Felix brought you to that was showing his favourite musical, with a comedy twist to it.

Between the good weekends, there were some that were less fortunate; for example, when you took Felix to a food market, but he had been stung by a bee and had a bad reaction to the insect, or the time when Felix had decided to take you to a cinema showing, left the tickets in the taxi the two of you took to get to the cinema, and couldn’t get into the screen.

Despite the good and bad times, you loved hanging out with Felix. Spending all of your time around the boy that reminded you of the sun and the stars was quickly becoming your favourite thing to do. Whether it was the silly trips the two of you would take, or the yoga classes, or even lounging around in your lazy clothes in your apartment, you loved it.

It was why you were sitting on your couch at the minute, Felix’s head in your lap whilst the two of you curled up for a Christmas movie. Felix would be travelling back to Australia for two weeks, and you were visiting your family for a short time as well. You knew you were going to miss the boy incredibly over Christmas, and so was aiming to spend as much time with him as possible. Seungmin was also spending Christmas with his family, yet you weren’t sure whether he was going to join you and Felix for your last few days together.

Regardless of that, Felix was planning you an Australian style Christmas dinner, which you were incredibly nervous for because you had no idea what to expect. The young boy was interesting when he was cooking anyway, so a meal entirely prepared by himself was something you weren’t sure you were prepared for.

“Hey guys,” Seungmin says as he walks through the door. “Did you not go to yoga class tonight, y/n?”

“It’s finished until after Christmas,” Felix answers, making Seungmin raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, we started going together seeing as I didn’t have anything else to do on a Tuesday night.” You place a hand on Felix’s soft hair, the other locking his fingers with yours. You are subtly telling him to go easy on Seungmin; you had noticed a change in his demeanour immediately, and wanted to make sure the red haired boy was okay.

“How was your evening, Seungmin?” You ask, and he frowns.

“Well, I think I got stood up. But I’m not sure. Hyunjin said that he was going to be late to the dinner reservation, but he never showed up,” Seungmin shrugs as he drops into the empty seat. “Do you think he hates me guys?”

Hyunjin was the boy Seungmin had been seeing for months now. They had been dating for a little over a month, but you hadn’t expected bad news to come so soon. You’d only met the boy a handful of times, but he seemed very sweet; tall, quiet but had the most beautiful laugh, and made Seungmin. As long as he made Seungmin happy, you were happy.

“Of course not,” you said with a smile. “Try calling him later. Maybe something came up?” Seungmin makes a ‘hmm’ sound, pulling out his phone and beginning to scroll through it. “There is some food left in the fridge from the takeout if you didn’t eat, by the way.”

“Oh you guys are the best!” Seungmin says, his voice happy. The divided attention from the Hyunjin situation has him looking at you and Felix properly. “Wait- Felix?”

“Wassup?” Felix says, not taking his eyes from the movie in front of you. “I promise I didn’t eat all the chicken.”

“That’s not- never mind,” Seungmin says, giving you a raised eyebrow. You mouth that you’ll explain later, and with that Seungmin goes for his food. Felix finally turns his attention up to you, staring at you with beautiful, star filled eyes that are look so sad you want to weep for him.

“I don’t want him here,” Felix says quietly, squeezing your hand with his. With his soft hair between your fingers, you smile sadly at him, understanding how he feels. You were hoping that you were going to be able to enjoy the rest of the evening with Felix alone, because that was the company you had grown to love the most.

“You don't mean that Felix,” you feel compelled to say it, just for your own conscience. “It's been a while. Give it a minute and it'll be just like it used to be.”

Seungmin returns to the living room with food in hand, taking a seat and chatting with you quietly about the movie thus far. He finally catches up with the plans for Christmas, and for a short few hours, it feels like it did at the start. Eventually though Felix grows fed up of the interaction, wishes you a goodnight and drags himself off to bed. You are left in silence with Seungmin, unsure what to say to fill that void in your friendship.

“So you and Felix..?”

“Nothing like that,” you state, although your voice shakes as you say it. “He just… He misses his best friend, Seungmin, and I’ve had to fill that gap.”

“Misses me?” Seungmin’s voice is pure confusion; he has no concept of how much he has ignored his responsibilities as a friend recently. You feel bad for thinking so, but that was how you felt; whilst you loved Seungmin, he had been very distant recently, and that was beginning to wear on both Felix and you.

“You do spend all your time with Hyunjin,” you shrug, picking at the blanket you had been sharing with Felix. “Which is great, because he makes you happy and that makes me happy, Felix as well. But we just miss you hanging around with us; Takeout Tuesday’s and movie marathons and those stupid board games we would stay up all night to finish.”

Seungmin looks truly distraught, which makes the situation even worse. He hadn’t realised how much he had neglected Felix and you, and you could see that burden taking him on suddenly. His red head drops into his hands as he looks at the floor, reminding you of a child that had been scolded.

He begins apologising, but you shrug it off, explaining that it didn’t bother you. It was Felix he ought to apologise to, but the blond boy was too upset with it all still to speak with him. You suggest that it is probably best if the two friends take a few days out to hang out and sort any disagreements between them, before resorting to bed yourself.

What you didn’t expect to see lounging in your bed was Felix, stretched all across the sheets with the moonlight highlighting the beautiful features of his face. He was fast asleep, small snores fanning the hair that had fallen over his eyes gently with each shallow breath. Seeing him like this, this vulnerable and calm, made you happy; all you wanted was for him to be happy, you realised, and this was one of those moments you wanted to treasure forever.

After changing quickly in the bathroom you curl up in your bed beside Felix. Without waking him you roll on your side and watch him sleep peacefully, mind racing too fast to think about anything else. What Seungmin had said tonight brought you back to that first conversation Felix had had with you a few months ago regarding you and Seungmin.

He had suspected Seungmin and you had some secret relationship that he wasn’t aware about, yet it had turned out Seungmin was seeing Hyunjin, the boy from his creative writing course. However you had never given Felix reason for him to think Seungmin and you were in any sort of relationship, and Seungmin had never given that impression either. But now, Seungmin was wondering the same thing about Felix and you; and as a result, you were starting to think about that too.

All of the countless hours you had spent with Felix in the last few months must have counted towards something, you were sure. There was nothing else that would explain that fluttery feeling in your stomach whenever you hung out with him; it was so often now that it had become a part of you. The thought of being away from him for two weeks was making you so sad that you figured that must have been it.

That night, you didn’t sleep. When Felix woke up the next morning and saw you awake, he questioned whether you had slept as well. You had lied easily, and laid with him until it was time for you to leave for your art class in the morning. Felix and Seungmin were going to spend the day together, rebonding the friendship that had faded with time, and you were terrified about what you would come home to.

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so i’ve had exams at school and i’m writing to relax. this was something i had in my drafts for months and now i’m finishing it. might have part two up sometime this weekend, and if not definitely some time next week :)

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Cold As Ice

Summary: In your school, you’re the most coldest, hateful person. Everyone disliked you and hates to be around your dark vibe...expect for this one person? Why is that? Why does this dork keep smiling at you and saying hi?

Part 1: 

“I said move, freak!” You shoved some lower classman who obviously wasn’t going to stand up for himself. Some bystanders went to go help him up, as you walked passed you could hear the mutters and cruel curses thrown around. You didn’t really care though, you never did.

As you settled into your empty seat, more like empty row – since no one wanted to sit with you or around you – you placed your feet across the other seat while having your back against the support of another empty desk. You eyed your classmates who were giggling amongst themselves and talking about some irrelevant topic. Feeling a little out of place, you pulled out your most prized possession from you desk, a book.

Not just any book. ‘The Women In White’ that is, a very lengthy mysterious novel written by, Wilkie Collins. This was a new novel you started to read after that other from last summer. You started to continue from where you left off, and even though people who usually read a lot are often proceeded as bookworms or nerds. Not you, everyone knew you liked to read and in fact they encourage that. Whenever you had a book in hand, it’s like that book or novel kept you from teasing and exploiting others. Everyone knew not to interrupt you’re reading, unless they wanted to get tossed in a trash can.

“Hi. Is that seat taken?”

Now normally, hearing some unknown almost smooth sounding voice would capture you’re attention so you could see who wanted to interrupt your reading. But you were too invested with reading that you didn’t bother to see who it was and kept your eyes on the words on page. So you replied with no emotion.

“Yes, it’s taken by my feet.”

“Well, can they please move? Class is almost starting and I want to sit here.”

“Sit somewhere else kid.” You flipped a page without giving a glance.

Students were looking over at what was happening. They whispered to themselves. What was this kids doing? There were other seats away from you that he could take..so why this seat?

“What cha’ reading there?”

“It’s called, none of your business. Now go away while I’m asking nicely.”

Answered with silence, you smirked to yourself. You could hear the footsteps almost walk away. Then suddenly, the desk that was supporting your back to lay down, was moving. You sat up straight and saw the random kid take the seat next to you. The others were having a blast to see someone stand up to you.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Taking a seat for class.”

Before you can respond the teacher walked in and everyone settled down. The teacher began with a ‘good morning’ and went right into talking about notes and constructing a two page essay. Something you didn’t really care about. You tried hard not to steal glances at this kid but, you just had to look once more.

Okay, this ‘kid’ was obviously attractive. You can tell from his soft, fluffy looking hair that he was probably one of those boys who gets away with anything at school. You rolled your eyes and started doodling random drawings into your notebook.

“Wow...you’re really good.”

“Tha–.” Catching yourself from thanking this creep, you turned your head and finished him off. “What the...mind your own business freak.”

“I was just giving you a compliment. Your drawings are nice. I doodle too.”

“I don’t care.”

He smiles softly at you, and flips to the back of his notebook to show you his..unique stick figure drawings. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d say you actually chuckled a little seeing those third grade stick figure drawings.

“I’m Vernon.” He smiles once again.

“Why are you smiling at me?”

“I’m being friendly, to start that I have to smile.”

You scoff at his answer and return to doodling. Class goes by just like that, the bell rings and as everyone leaves first you were asked to stay behind by your teacher. 

“What did I do now, Mr.Kim?”

“I’m concerned about your grades, especially in my class. You missed three assignments.”

You shrugged at his answer. You never really cared much about your grades because, well you already knew you’re future. Pursuing street art...it’s not a college course sure but, you rather have a realistic future than one that puts false hope.

“I’m assigning you a tutor. For now, at least, he’s one of my top students.”

“I don’t need convincing, who’s my tutor?”

The teacher motioned his eyes to the person standing a few feet behind you. Now you knew why that weirdo was smiling at you, he knew this was going to happen.

“Hi, I’m Vernon and I’m your new tutor.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You sighed. 

Since then, every Tuesday, Thursday and sometimes even Friday nights you both would meet up and study for two and a half hours. At first you didn’t really let it bother but, it started getting annoying when you had make up an excuse as to why you guys couldn’t study at your house. 

“I’m just saying, it be nice if we didn’t study at my place or at this cafe for once.” Vernon said while handing you your iced coffee order. 

“I’m just saying, it be nice if you got my coffee order right for once.” You take a sip of the cold drink and just then you wanted to take back your words. The grin on his face says it all. 

“One iced mocha latte with one shot of vanilla, with extra whip cream and chocolate drizzle. I never get anything wrong, y/n.” He winks. 

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his playful wink that made your heart skip a beat. Over the past two weeks, you two had gotten a bit closer than first time meeting each other but, you wouldn’t say you were bestfriends either. You actually liked having Vernon around. He was goofy yet chill to be with. He cracked a stupid joke every once in a while and even though it was a corny joke, you sill laughed at them. He also knew when to chill with the jokes and playfulness. 

He knows when to not bother you when reading. Sometimes he’ll even ask questions about the book, characters and the plot. He knew that when your deep in thought, you start to doodle flowers. He knew your favorite color is yellow, the complete opposite of how people view you. He also knew you hate the color orange because why name a color the same as a fruit? 

It was the little things he knew, stuff no one really knows about you. You hate that, that he’s the only person who knows you this well. But, you couldn’t really complain about it because it’s the same with you. You knew the small things about him too, stuff his friends didn’t even know about him. 

“So, why can’t we study at your place?” 

“We just can’t.”

“Come on, y/n. What is it?” 

“Vernon, just drop it.” Now you were getting annoyed. 

“I wanna know. I mean, there’s so much....I don’t know about you.”

“So? What’s it to you?” 

“...I’m saying...I want to know more about you.”

Hearing those words were very new to you. You knew that Vernon was a flirty type and you didn’t think anything of it. But, something in his voice and in his eyes, you were getting the feeling he was sincere. 

“Just ask the kids at our school then. I’m cold, heartless and I don’t give a shit of what anyone thinks of me.” You shurgged. 

Vernon shook his head. “No, not to me.”

“Well, I do care about how one person thinks of me...”

“Really? Who?” He asked trying to mask any hurt in his voice. 

You scoffed. Did he really have to ask? He was the only person by your side for the past two weeks. It’s crazy how well you know him and how well he knows you. You never liked people getting to know you or anything but, why was it so different with him? Why did you decide to let someone like Vernon to be in your life. 

“....If you really have to ask that, maybe you’re the one that needs a tutor.” You got up from your seat and started walking away. Maybe it was best if you spent some time away from him and him from you. It bruised your ego when you noticed he didn’t stop you from leaving. 

Why didn’t he stop you?

Aaaaand that’s it for part 1 lol. I realized I haven’t wrote much of seventeen so expect more from me soon. - Admin Kass 

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Kiss the Pain away

✿ Nct’s Renjun x Female!Reader ✿ Angst, fluff, not rlly smut but theres making out lol ✿ 2.3k words ✿ Not requested ✿ Written by Chii ✿ Masterlist!

A/N: hey kids its me,,,,renjun trash,,,whats newwwwww. I’ve had this wip for a while and got super inspired to finish it after listening to stay the night by kid travis! his other song sunset is what i wrote sunset ride too! also the blogs first year anniversary is the 10th I’M CRYING uwu - chii

✿ Description: When the world decides to unleash its wrath on you, you can find your peace of mind with someone.

         You throw your school bag on the ground, letting it fall wherever it landed and slammed yourself onto your desk chair. Your phone landed on your bed when you haphazardly threw it, annoyed. Huffing, you turned on your laptop to blast music directly into your ears in attempts to drown everything out. Unfortunately, a post-it you stuck on it earlier this week was staring back at you.

“Read your chapters for next week,” you said out loud after you ripped it off the screen. You forgot you had school work. Your teacher assigned four chapters to be read by next week before the class meets and you were only given the weekend to complete it all. It wouldn’t have been an issue if this week was the worst week of your life so far.

         You had gotten into the worst argument with your best friend. Lucas Wong was known around school, not for anything good though. He was a heartbreaker and you hated how much he played your best friend like a fiddle. He had been texting her, getting her hopes up and leading her on since the beginning of the semester. You thought back to when she called you at two in the morning, when she was well aware you both had class tomorrow at eight am, to ask you how she should respond to the text that he replied to. The one she sent six hours before that. You were looking out for her as friends should but she didn't see it that way. She let a boy blur her perspective of you. Her pink glasses of love turned into an angry red and accused you of wanting him as well, even going as far as to questioning your relationship with Renjun. Your brows furrowed at the last text either of you sent, is Renjun your rebound because I like Lucas? You left her with no response to her cold words and haven't talked to her since.

         The final you took on Tuesday came back with an ugly 47 inside a red circle. You canceled the date Renjun set up for you two in efforts to lift the finals week stress off of both of your shoulders. You studied late into the night every night. Right after classes, you rushed to the tutoring hall and the countless hours you spent studying went to waste. All that time with the tutor, the after class sessions with a student-teacher was for nothing. You were going to fail the class unless you took up the 25 page assignment summarizing the class which would be due a day before the semester was over, which was in two weeks.

         Your mind scanned all the problems you had, everything felt like rocks on your shoulders. Bringing you down, mentally and physically. The only things that helped you when you felt stressed were Renjun, your best friend and the playlist Renjun specially made for you for when you got stressed. Renjun was on his way home from his late classes, he had later classes and his commute was a lot longer than yours also. Your only option was music, so, you went into your files and played it. Your face lifted from its sour expression to a soft one when you read the title for the millionth time since he sent the playlist to you, for when the stars fall, i’m here. It was all lowercase and the playlist cover was of the two of you. You plugged in the cord and pressed play while you hauled the giant textbook from the corner of your desk and started reading. It was going to be another night coped up in your room.

         After an hour or so, you pushed out from under the desk and stretched your legs that lost blood flow about 10 minutes ago, they felt like pins and needles. You paused your music and you could hear arguing. Your phone was still sitting on your bed. You could see it lighting up every now and then in your peripheral vision but right in front of you was the big, heavy textbook. Your eyes grew tired from the highlighted lines and colorful pen marks that etched the paper. You hear the bed creak in the other room and footsteps downstairs. Dad was sleeping on the couch again. You sigh and shut the book on the desk. You had no motivation to keep reading the chapters. The moon outside told you that maybe it was time to sleep, so you tried to.

         As usual, the same things pop up in your head. False accusations from someone you could trust, separation of family and failure. Another night you considered crying in the pillow until you tired yourself out but tonight wasn't going to be that night. You knew Renjun finished his last final at 7 PM today and he would usually be home by 9 PM due to transportation time. You turned to your side and picked up your phone. An unknowing smile appeared on your lips when you saw Renjun as your lock screen, he was happily smiling as he sat on a picnic blanket. Your fingers move across the screen to unlock your phone and tap the messaging app. Your eyes scanned your most recent texts. Seven hours ago, a text from your college saying that final scores are out. A day ago, your mom asking you if there was milk in the fridge. Five days ago, a text from your ‘friend.’ Your mood soured and you sighed. Thankfully, Renjun's number was conveniently pinned on top of your most recents. Your fingers played across your screen to text him.

Y/N: are you awake right now? Renjun: I just got home, are you okay? Y/N: can i come over? Renjun: Of course, my parents are out on their monthly date night! Y/N: be there in 10 Renjun: I'll meet you at the door...is something wrong? Y/N: I’ll talk about it later Renjun: Alright love :(

You figure it was be best to tell him in person. You rolled off your messy bed to plant your two feet on the floor. You walk over to your closet to put something on to wear. The first thing you grabbed was one of his hoodies he gave you when you two first started going out and a random pair of black pants. You stuffed your keys, wallet and phone into your hoodie before opening your room slightly. Your mom was asleep but your dad called out your name when he heard the door hinges creak.

“Y/N?” You go down the stairs softly and walk down to the couch.

“Where are you going sweetpea? It's kind of late.” His voice was low, as if he just woke up, he probably did. He was always a light sleeper.

“I was going to visit Renjun. He just came back from his last final.” You couldn't lie to your dad and he trusted you enough to tell him the truth always.

“Ah, tell him I said hello,” your father paused before continuing, “keep him around sweetie. He really cares for you.”

You nod and you bid your dad a good night but he's already fast asleep. You sighed and fixed the blanket he had over himself before going to slide on a pair of shoes.You walk out of the door and lock it behind you. You stepped foot out the house and into the night. The sky was dark but littered with stars, mocking you almost. As dark as the sky got, there was always something shining either it be the moon or the stars. You had nothing right now.

         The walk wasn’t too long, only 15 minutes. You walked closer and closer to the white house on the corner of his street. Your feet stopped at his blue mailbox with gold stickers reading out 127 on them. At your feet you see a silhouette in the orange light, your eyes follow it and there was Renjun was sitting on the steps in front of the door. The orange patio light shining from above him. You followed his shoes up his jean clad legs, all the way up to his face buried in his phone. You walk up to him and he looked up at you. He stood up and brought you into a warm hug that you wished could last forever. He mumbled a small, “I missed you so much.” You give him a lazy smile and kiss his cheek.

“Do you want to stay out here or go inside?” He asked while you were still hugging his chest.

Mumbling an “inside,” he let go of you and opened the front door. You two tossed off your shoes before going to his room, hand in hand. The sound of footsteps in sync up the wooden stairs was the only sound that could be heard before he opened his room door.

         "When did you rearrange your room?" You said as you stepped into his room. The white walls were lined with his sketches and drawings. A picture of you two was proudly placed on his desk right by his laptop that was playing music at a low volume.

"Just this week, I wanted to face the window at night. Helps me sleep I’ve realized,” he said as you walked around his bed and picked up the couple plushie you bought for you two. You held it in your arms as you sat on his bed. The springs creaking as his dark blue sheets wrinkled under your weight. You giggled before speaking, “to watch out for UFOs?"

"You know me so well but no, the moon and sun reminds me of us." You turned your head to smile at Renjun. He mirrored a similar expression before walking over to the side of the bed you were on.

He crouched down and looked at you, “tell me what's wrong.”

         You explained to him the events of the past week. His heart sank. He wasn't able to be there for you. He was dealing with academic related issues too but he was beating himself over not checking up on you every now and then. He felt guilty but he was there for you now, so, Renjun slowly moved you into his chest. Letting you rest on him. You took this chance to bury your face into his sweater and hug his frame. You felt the tears starting to form. As you kept talking, Renjun would stroke your head and back, trying to provide a sense of comfort and safety for you.

         When you finished spilling your worries out to him, you looked up at him with teary eyes. His thumbs found their way to your cheeks and wiped away the evidence of your sadness. Your eyes fluttered in between his eyes and his lips as he came close to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry nothing worked out the way you wanted to it,” he mumbled. When he pulled back, you pulled him back in, on the lips. You didn’t know what took over you. All you knew was that you needed something to help you temporarily forget your troubles. He was taken aback at first but gave into you. He closed his eyes and let you do what you needed to do. He blindly pulled the sleeves of his sweater down to his hands. You felt the soft fabric against your cheeks as he wiped the hot tears streaming down your face again. As if Renjun’s entire being was pushing out all the negativity you had inside you, the worries you had washed away each second you two spent against each other.

         You let your arms circle around his neck, your hand weaving themselves in his hair and eventually playing with it while you kissed him. The kiss was soft at first but turned intense.Your nails slightly scratched at his scalp, he felt shivers up his spine. Your noses bumped each others while you deepened the kiss as far as you could with the sudden need of his lips unlike you ever felt before. When you pulled a little too hard on his hair, he groaned and it knocked you out of your trance. You quickly moved away from him. His eyes fluttered open, his lips a deeper hue of pink and his hair, messy. He blinked a few times before looking at you. Your hair was also a mess and your lips looked swollen.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you are you okay?" You worryingly asked, the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him accidentally.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "I'm fine." Your legs dug into his bed at either side of his body. You straightened yourself up as he held your back. You saw his dark eyes glitter in the moonlight as he look up at you. You felt him shift to sit up straight and hold onto your waist now. He let your fingers lace together at your sides before he placed a kiss on your knuckles. He looked up at you through his lashes before trailing his hand up your arm. You sat down in between his legs and he gently moved your hair from your shoulders. His lips brushed against your collarbone before giving it a featherlight kiss.

“Is this alright?” His breath was hot against your skin. You nodded. He felt your hands back in his hair, you unknowingly gripped on it harder and harder but he didn’t mind. It was like encouragement. His lips fell into one area above your collarbone before latching on and leaving harsh kisses, each one feeling like a burn, something you could get addicted to. Your hands went under his sweater to lift it off and to leave him in a plain white t shirt.

         You were wrong about having nothing. The darkest skies in the night had something to hang onto for support. Something to make them feel like a whole. You had Renjun.

i love huang renjun that is all uwu - Chii

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

[celestialdolans]

All My Love - g.d.

A/N: I’m back and mentally feeling better! I had originally written this for the Valentine’s Day imagines/blurbs submissions held by @/dolansvogue. But since Valentine's Day is long gone, I changed it up a bit. Hope y’all like it! All notes were taken from the internet, however I do not have the websites/twitter handles.

TWO WEEKS BEFORE HOMECOMING

You were sitting in biology, dreading about how you took this class instead of small ensembles, and feeling too bored to pay attention to the lesson. It was going to be the Homecoming Dance soon, which meant lots of sappy, loved up couples roaming the halls, and unnecessarily glamorized roses sent to students. You never enjoyed the holiday, as it was just a way for people to have a date and brag about it to the world. What sickened you the most was that your own best friend was one of those people, so you had to deal with her constantly talking about finding her new date, and showing off her expensive Tiffany and Co. bracelet that she had received last year.

You were doodling unicorns and other random drawings, but stopped when the bell rung. You looked up to see what was for homework, only for your eyes to meet Grayson Dolan’s. He always intrigued you, due to the fact that he was quiet and reserved all the time. Never once did you see him at any party you went to, however, you did see him on the field practicing for football or lacrosse with his brother. He made you feel an indescribable feeling, which was nothing compared to fireworks, butterflies or any of that cliché stuff. He gave off this feeling of home, that you loved feeling every time you saw him.

You got up and went to your locker, reaching it only to find a neatly folded, chantilly-colored paper taped onto your locker. You initially looked at the note in contempt, contemplating whether you should actually read it or throw it away. Ugh, this is so cheesy, who the hell still does this? You thought, maybe it’s for someone else. You examined the paper, and finally decided to read it anyways, it’ll probably be funny anyway. Excitement rushed through your veins, hoping you’ll get a good laugh out of it to cheer you up.

Y/N,

Even when the day is dull, you are the sunshine that lights up my world.

All my love. x

You were waiting for a laugh or at least a small chuckle to pass your lips, but instead, you felt your heart swell. You felt that same feeling that Grayson gave you, and it made you feel 15 different emotions at once. Little did you know that Grayson was watching you from around a corner, noticing every tiny detail while you read over his note multiple times. The way the sides of your mouth turned up so gently, and the interest in your eyes. The feeling of joy lifted his hopes, finally getting the chance to send you more.

ONE WEEK BEFORE VALENTINE'S DAY

The mysterious notes had kept reappearing day by day, which made you feel more and more warm on the inside. Everyday, your mind was set on finding a new note, making your perspective slightly change about Homecoming. Your friend started to notice the change in your attitude, making her beyond happy, as she was trying to get you on the bandwagon ever since puberty changed her mindset.

“Y/N, who got you to finally like Homecoming? I need to pay them as a way to say thank you.” Your friend constantly asked, while she was hot on your trail, while you were walking to your locker. “It’s nothing,” You replied, hoping she would take a hint and drop the topic, “what’s up with your new boy toy? Have you gotten a new date for homecoming?”

“You make it sound like I’m obsessed with boys, and I haven- Hey! Don’t change the subject!” She replied, causing you to softly giggle. As much as she loved getting presents and having a date for the dance, you knew that she was more than just that. She helped you get through your previous relationship with your douchebag of an ex, and dropped everything for you whenever you needed her. Your best friend meant the world to you. She was the sister you never had.

You soon approached your locker, only to find a new, but bigger note. Your friend noticed, exclaiming,

“Y/N! YOU HAVE A SECRET ADMIRER! OH MY LORD, GOD BLESS THEM!!” You playfully smacked her on the chest, getting her to shut her mouth. She brought her mouth closer to you ear, softly saying “Open it.”

As you took the note off of the sapphire blue locker, your head was anticipating to see a small, cheesy, yet cute catchphrase. The note read,

Y/N,

If I could give you the world, I would, and one day we’ll travel the world together. Until then, here’s a gift for you to keep until we go. (Look underneath the poetry bookshelf in the library)

All my love x

You blushed at the note, feeling light hearted and loved, yet you kept quiet. Your friend on the other was gushing, exclaiming,

“Y/N, This is so beautiful! Ugh, I wish someone would do this for me.” You giggled,

“Shut up, let’s just go to the library. I really want to see what it is.” You and your friend quickly ran to the library, rushing to the poetry section so no one would somehow take your gift before you even got the chance to see it.

You looked underneath all of the shelves, until you found a considerably medium sized box with a floral design, with a tag labelled with your name. You opened the box, and nothing else in the world was important to you then. There was a small, beautiful cream colored backpack with brown buckles and edging. The flap and pockets of the back were detailed with guipure lace. You marvelled at the simplicity and beauty of the backpack.

“This is beautiful, I can’t believe that someone knew about my love for travel. H-how?” A million thoughts ran through your mind as to how it happened. Your friend was astonished as well,

“Whoever this is, they’re a keeper. Damn, someone must really love you to know how much you love travelling.” The both of you continued to stare at the bag, until you looked up to see Grayson in the same aisle as you, looking right back at you. You gave him a tiny wave and a smile, and then went back to class.

HOMECOMING DAY

It was finally the day you dreaded about, however, you weren’t exactly dreading about it. The constant thought of, ‘what note will I get today?’ repeated through your head. You were headed to your locker, noticing the emptiness of the school halls. Once you got closer to your locker, you saw a figure presumably waiting for someone. Your eyes finally saw the person, seeing the last person you would expect. Grayson. He was dressed up in a buttoned up shirt, and khakis, holding your favorite flower, a red ranunculus. You approached him, smiling like a little kid, just like he was.

“Here’s a special present for you.” He held his hand out for you to take the ranunculus, which you gladly took. There was a note attached to the stem, stating,

Y/N,

I’m so glad that I got to do this with you. These past two weeks were amazing, and I hope you got to enjoy it as well. You always caught my eye, with your pure beauty and intelligence. I have never been so in love with someone like I am with you. You are the reason why the colors look so much more brighter to me, you are my everything.

All my love x

Grayson

You felt your eyes tear up, feeling all the emotions that Grayson usually made you feel whenever you saw him.

“How did you know about my love for travelling, or that I love ranunculus’ over roses?” You asked, curious to know how he managed to get every preference correct. He stuttered out,

“I-I read your blog every Tuesday, after Ethan and I upload a video for our fans.” He scratched the nape of his neck in embarrassment.

Grayson was so scared that you wouldn’t like the gestures at all, his heart was pounding feverishly fast. He was starting to think of all the excuses he could give as to why he did this in the first place, until he felt your hand cup his cheek.

“Grayson, this is the most beautiful thing someone has ever done for me. Thank you.”

You assured, passion and thankfulness in every word. You brought his face closer to yours, and placed a kiss right on his cheek. You had finally found your reason to (slightly) look forward to Homecoming.  Until you were hit with realization,

“I don’t have a date, how are we gonna go?” You asked, confusion etched across your face.

“Who said that we had to go to Homecoming? Would you like to go to the new cafe just down the street after school instead? I heard they have the best raspberry cheesecake in Jersey.”

“Of course. Who doesn’t love cheesecake?” You both laughed, and pulled in for a hug. The embrace felt like it was meant to be, your arms fitting snugly in all the right places. Both of you could have stayed in this position for hours, but you heard a piercing scream, causing you to pull away.

You turned your head to the source of the scream, only to find your best friend squealing and flapping her arms like a pterodactyl. Ignoring her presence, you left her standing there, and went to go to your next class.

[colabpixelpusher]

Final Design Not Possible?

After several weeks of having a mind block, and struggling to produce any actual sculpture designs, I had a little break through on Tuesday. I decided to try something new and borrowed the whiteboard, turned on my music, tuned out the rest of the class, and went through a process of drawing and staring.

I began by drawing a few forms I find interesting and writing down words that are key to my theme. I then stood back, looked at the board and mulled over what I had, looking for connections and finding gaps. If something else became relevant, whether it was a concept, a question or a random shape I would add it to the board. In the end, there wasn’t a huge amount on the board, but I had been able to sort through my thoughts. I spent more time just standing and staring at the board than anything else (I’m pretty sure some students thought I was a little crazy, but that’s fine :P). Anyway I’ve added a photos of the white board to give you a general overview of a few of the things I was considering.

After over an hour, a final design began to formulate! It is a sculptural figure, formed by spinning objects. A little similar in appearance to initial concept 6 however very different in operation and idea. Essentially there would be one central axis, off of which come several wires stretching out to support carefully placed artefacts. The central axis will rotate and each wire will be geared up or down from the axis, causing them to all rotate at different rates. They will be geared in such a way that after a certain amount of rotations, all the pieces will line up and create a figure, before breaking apart again as they continue to spin.

Each artefact will be made using a different process to reflect different disciplines or subjects. Some will be hand formed, and others digitally fabricated and only when all these ‘disciplines’ line up and work in unison is the figure visible. The figure will only be visible for a very short time before breaking apart again. This symbolises how steAm is rarely pursued, and more often than not, disciplines are seperated.

The cyclic nature of the sculpture’s rotation is in reference to episteme and techne and how in the past they were considered the same thing (ie. sculpture together). But then ancient Greek philosophers such as Plato and Aristotle separated them into distinct concepts (ie. sculpture separates). And now as part of BCT we are putting them back together and using them in unison (ie. sculpture together again). And potentially in the future they will be pulled apart again (ie. sculpture separates again). It is a cyclic process and one I suggest may continue in the future.

A simpler version of this sculpture would be to have two axes both of which contain artefacts on wires. In this design there would be no need for gearing as all the objects on each axis would spin together and the figure or object is formed in between the poles when the two axis reach the middle. I don’t like this concept as much as there are only two speeds of rotation and so it doesn’t explore separation between many disciplines, but sort of only two. Although perhaps these two could represent episteme and teche?

The other reason I don’t like this as much is that the motion is far less sculptural. In that two rotating poles is quite linear and mathematical, whereas having many elements rotating at different speeds creates this sort of grand fluid motion which I think could be very striking and captivating.

The only issue I am facing now is whether this is going to be possible? The central axis idea is very hard to engineer. After a few quick sketches I found about 10 ways in which it would be physically impossible to create and only one where it might be possible. I plan to talk to the lab technicians and explore other ways of creating the motion but I am a little worried I am going to charge head first into an project I can’t complete. The issue is that if I work on several designs so that I have a failsafe I won’t have enough time to make this design work. And on the other hand if I put all my eggs in this basket so to speak it, I would have enough time to work through it and could make something great, or I could be stuck in week 12 with something that still doesn’t work.....

I think it’s going to have to come down to time, testing, scale and compromise. I would love this to be life-size and have 15 rotating pieces for exhibition! But if I start with only 3 pieces and make it about 15cm tall then I can check proof of concept before I jump into anything to crazy. And if that proves to be complex enough then I can always compromise and create a small sculpture designed to stand on a plinth in exhibition. At this stage I like this concept enough that I am willing to jump head first into the engineering and production of it, because... if I can pull it off I think it will look amazing!

The next step is to work on some technical drawings and then 3D models to plan and build a very simple proof of concept prototype. I expect I’ll have the drawings done by early next week and then I’ll have another week before the week 7 studio presentation with Andy and Yvonne. Should be easy :P

[sammyhale]

J2 MinnCon 2017 Main Panel

Jared to first time convention goers: “So, Supernatural is a show about two brothers. Sam and Dean-” 

He talks about how Jensen and he have been able to play pretend on the show for 13 years and not sure how many people can say they’ve done the same. 

Jared thanks the fans for letting him bring Sam to life. “I love Sam Winchester. I dig him. He’s kind of a nice dude.”

Jared: How many people here are Minnesota natives? We’re surrounded! Let’s run! They’re too cold to chase us! lol 

Jared’s back hurts. Jensen: Is your back affecting your brain? Jared: Yes! My back brain. 

Salmon Dean jokes. 

Jared finds out a fan often has their last name mispronounced. Jared teases: Oh, boo hoo! How do you think I feel?

The weirdest pronunciation of Jensen’s last name is Ake-less. People have pronounced Jared’s last name as Padel-ski. 

Jensen tells a story of a news guy who just gave up trying to pronounce Jared’s name lol. 

Jared: Chad Michael Murray, who I met 17 years ago on GG. Y’all weren’t born yet. Jensen: I was born, but never heard of it. 

Chad gave Jared the nickname Padawhacker lol.

Jared jokes: Don’t watch GG, you’ll see what a real man Dean can be. Jensen: I’m not even sure there was men on the show. 

Jensen: If the script says that we eat pizza next week, the prop person asks us in advance for our order. 

Jensen hates pickles. Doesn’t like condiments either. He knows when a pickle has been picked off. “Don’t play that with me, I know there was a pickle here.”

Jensen had to film a hot dog scene recently but didn’t want to eat lots of onions, so he had radishes chopped up to look like onions. Jared’s favorite part was food hanging from Jensen’s lip while talking and Alex couldn’t hold it together lol.

If Jensen could change something about Dean he would have them not make him eat as much!

Jared appreciates the differences between him and Sam, like some things that might annoy him.  

Jensen: “I wish we used more gadgets. There are so many things in the back of the Impala that we never use. Obviously the big ticket item, the grenade launcher, finally got used. Next on the list is the grappling hook!”

Jensen wants Dean climbing up with a grappling hook and for Sam to be like, the door’s open...

Jared: There have been almost a dozen Supernatural episodes named after Led Zeppelin songs (makes crowd name them). 

Jensen: I know I have all of Led Zeppelin’s vinyls at home. Jared: Because he’s old! 

There’s a sign in the crowd that is supposed to say “We love Sam and Dean” but the N fell off so it says “We love Sam and Dea” - Jared: I can see this sign in the audience that says...We love Sam and the Drug Enforcement Agency!” lol 

Fan asks: If you could relive any day, which day would you relive and why? Fans shout out: Tuesday!

Jensen about his twins being born: My wife is way cooler than me, she was cool as a cucumber. And on a lot of drugs!

During the birth, Arrow didn’t want to turn over. Jensen: She’s stubborn like her mother. They were C-section babies. 

Jensen tells the story about how Jared knows him so well that he told him to check to make sure he had his passport when Danneel was about to go into labor with the twins and Jensen really had forgotten it. Jensen to Jared: I don’t know how you knew. 

When they made it back to Austin, Jensen’s friend in the police department drove him through 7 stoplights so that he could make it in time for the twins being born. 

Jared calls Gen and Danneel badasses :) 

The day Jared wants to relive the most hasn’t happened yet. It’ll be the last day of filming Supernatural. Jared: I know after we film the last episode I’ll want to do it all again. 

Jared on the last day of filming SPN: It’ll be us and hopefully Collins is there and whoever else, and it’s going to go by so fast. 

Jared: The last day of filming is going to be hard and the next day will be sad but hopefully that’s many years from now. 

Jared: “If Sam and Dean knew everything that would happen to them over 13 years, would they do it all over again? Yes.” 

Jensen about fans who have seen every episode twice: “You complete me.”

Jared: That’s badass. Jensen: You’re badass.

Boys talking about when they knew they’d be good friends and brothers.

Jensen knew instantly that he and Jared would be friends. The first and only time they fought, he realized it would be a solid relationship. They got into a fight once in the early days of SPN and then sat down and said, “That can’t happen again” and it never did <3

Jared: The struggles are the moments in a relationship when you figure out whether it’s worth it to carry on or not. When something is tested is when you’ll see if it’s worth it. 

Jared also knew that they had a lasting friendship the first time they got jumped. 

Jared: “We got jumped and Ackles came back to make sure his boy was alright.” 

The moment where Dean stuffed candies into his pocket was unscripted, Jensen just wanted candy. 

Jared: The writers, directors, crew, etc, know that we really understand our characters, we’re not just trying to look cool. 

Jensen about being allowed to change scripts. “There is a trust there, and we haven’t broken it, and we wouldn’t break it.” One of Jensen’s favorite parts of the show is the collaboration. 

Boys say the best idea wins. Not a lot of room on the set for ego. 

On anxiety and depression - Jared: Sometimes love and affection and support isn’t enough. You need someone unbiased. I proudly have therapy twice a week. 

Jared: I had a day when I wasn’t sure I’d see the sun rise again. But I haven’t had a day where I feel like I’m tortured in years. 

Jared on how to deal with depression and anxiety: Seek professional help, period. “I don’t have bad days anymore. Haven’t in years. Thanks for y’all’s support. Go get professional help. It works. 

Jensen: I took a drama class in high school because I had to take an arts elective and didn’t want to sing and couldn’t draw.

Jared: I still have a lot of life to live. Though I do feel old and I have grey hair.

Jared about acting: If it sucks and you want to walk away, then walk away. But if it sucks and you feel like it’s worth it, keep going. 

Jared’s oldest son, Tom, just started school this week. Jared: I remember my first day of kindergarten, and I wanted to talk to my son on his, too, so I FaceTimed him. Jared set his alarm for 4:30AM so he could. 

Fan: Is there any bad guy or monster you’d like to face off against again? Jared: Ruby!

Jared, imitating his kids watching SPN in the future: “Daddy, why did Uncle Jensen kill Mom?”

Jensen would like to see Death back on SPN.

Jared: The best thing I learned to do in therapy, and am still learning, is to see everything for what it is.

Jared: Stop using the word mistake. You didn’t make a mistake you made a decision. Don’t let perfect be the enemy of great. Jared says that Jensen helps him with his perfectionism.

Jared says that whenever he feels negative about things Jensen lifts him up. 

Jared mentioned that he struggles feeling good in his body and will tell Jensen that he feels fat and Jensen will tell him that he looks good.

Jensen: If you make a mistake you’re not losing. You’re either winning or learning. 

Fan has a question for Jared. Jared pushes Jensen away. Jared: Every time I push Jensen, take a shot! 

It took Jared two years to write his 40 page chapter for FDEWB. He finds writing very anxiety inducing. 

Jared: The Padaleckis and the Ackles went to Turks and Caicos together a couple years back. Jared was writing the chapter during that vacation. Jensen was like: You know we are on vacation, right?

Jensen: He kept writing his chapter, so I walked away. Jared: In a little Speedo. And I was like, are those a roll of certs in your front center pocket? The boys are cracking up. Jensen: I have all sorts of sweet treats in my pocket. 

Jared says if he writes more, he might just put it on Gen’s blog. He mentioned the blog as a way to continue writing. 

Jared: “There’s a certain freedom that I feel when they call action. I’m free to be whoever I am.”

Jensen about getting through hard times: I go to family, friends, and if that doesn’t work I go to the gun range. 

Jensen says he tries to be very practical about his expectations, where he is, where he wants to be, and sometimes he’ll make a list. 

Jared: Pain is mandatory. Suffering is optional. Pain happens. Get through the pain and be the badass rockstar you are. 

Random tweets after the panel: some penis jokes lol and lots of touching between the boys. 

Info via: Fangasm, Kelsi, Rose, Zee, Sil’s livetweet list

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best friend! Seungkwan

anon asked: can i request for some best friend!Seungkwan? (and probs some side best friend!Vernon like idk man i can definitely see them as the type where you can’t be best friends with one and not be best friends with the other lol)

the hardest part of childhood was figuring out school 

while it wasn't learning the alphabet or how to read or basic addition and subtraction that you found difficult 

elementary school was tough lol 

mostly because you wanted to make friends 

but who knew getting friends was tough if you didn't talk to anyone 

your teacher tried getting you to talk to the other kids 

but they low key scared you 

some were always yelling or crying for their mothers or throwing crayons 

so you just shook your head and colored your doodles on paper 

that was until someone's birthday 

"Class, today is Boo Seungkwan's birthday! He brought cake for everyone, line up to get a slice!" 

as usual you remained sitting in your seat in the back table coloring your rainbow in the sky 

until a paper plate with a slice of cake was plopped in front of you 

"It's my birthday, you have to have cake." 

Seungkwan stood in front of you, probably the cutest seven year old to ever grace all of Jeju 

you always thought he was cool (from what you gathered was cool as a seven year old)

because he had lots of friends to play with at recess 

but you still didn't know how to talk to the other kids 

and yet somehow he got you to say a few words 

"No thanks, I don't like cake." 

"What?!?!? Who doesn't like cake?" 

Seungkwan said crinkling his nose 

"I don't." 

and from then on Seungkwan was hooked 

he followed you around during recess despite having friends who wanted to play soccer or kickball 

trying to figure out why you didn't like cake 

yes he was that determined 

you liked sitting on the swings 

and Seungkwan sat next to you asking you every cake flavor he knew 

"Chocolate? Vanilla? Funfetti? How do you not like cake?" 

you laughed, he was so stubborn 

"I like pie better." 

"PIE IS GREAT TOO." 

and that's all it took for a bootiful beautiful friendship to start 

he'd draw a smiley face sun on your drawing of a rainbow 

"How could you not have a sun?" 

he'd ask you to push him on the swings 

"y/n, you have to push me really high up." 

"I'm tinier than you Boo Seungkwan!" 

and who knew that ball of hyper energy lived down the street from you?

you went for a bike ride with your parents 

and there he was following his mom bringing in the groceries 

"Y/n?!?!?" 

"Boo Seungkwan?" 

many afternoons were spent reading picture books together or riding bikes 

even your parents ended up as close friends when one time Seungkwan scraped his knee and your parents helped you put on a bandaid for him and called his parents to tell them what happened 

when middle school came around you both had your own friend groups 

but you always walked home together 

complaining about how heavy your backpacks were and how mean your teachers were 

you both end up trading backpacks and racing each other up the hill to your houses to show the other how light their backpack was compared to yours 

"I won!" 

"No way, my back pack was way heavier, you're cheating!" 

you'd always do homework at Seungkwan's house on Mondays and Tuesdays 

and he'd go to your house for homework Wednesdays and Thursdays 

Fridays you'd both go down to the arcade and get ice cream and play arcade games 

you lived for Seungkwan's mom's pie 

and he loved your mom's home made cake 

and so every lunch whenever he got pie he'd trade you for your cake 

your mom knew you didn't like cake and yet she continued packing it for you 

"Just give it to Seungkwan since you do that anyway." 

Seungkwan liked playfully poking you every time you passed him in the hallways

people thought you two were siblings

"Wait he's not your brother? But you two are always together everywhere? Walking home, walking to school...?" 

and when high school came around 

and his video of him singing got him a shot at PLEDIS 

he ran up to your house ringing the doorbell frantically with happy tears in his eyes 

"Go get 'em Boo Seungkwan. I can see you walking around telling everyone you meet 'I'm from Jeju' already. Make us proud Seungkwan." 

you laughed giving him a supportive hug 

you spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with him while you can 

giving him all the support you can 

"What if I'm not good enough?" 

BOI

"BOO SEUNGKWAN YOUR VOICE IS HEAVENLY AND IM PRETTY SURE I SAW SOME BIRDS FOLLOWING US THE OTHER DAY BECAUSE OF YOUR SINGING GET REAL." 

he just laughed at your outburst 

"You sure?" 

"Seungkwan, I'd eat cake everyday for the rest of my life if it shows you how much I believe in you." 

"You must be serious, you really don't like cake." 

"I do believe in you, Seungkwan, what the hell of course you'll make it and then I expect signed stuff from you so I can sell it on the internet." 

"Yah!!! You should covet my stuff and run my fan sites, y/n!" 

"Cash is better, sorry not sorry." 

and you both laughed together 

"You've grown from the person drawing rainbows in the back of the class long ago." He said smiling at you 

"Guess you taught me how to be my loud self. I only learned from the best." 

and he did it 

he debuted 

you were so proud 

he called you often during his trainee period telling you his worries 

you knew when he was close to crying

but you were there to support him 

and be his number one fan

and you watched his predebut programs 

and thought about the boy from Jeju who insisted you have cake that day so long ago 

and you told him of your high school life 

mostly exams and whatnot 

and you both studied hard together 

after he debuted, it was harder to see him 

your parents shipped you off to some of your family in Seoul 

where you could work part time and go to a university there 

but when you did hang out 

it felt no different than your after school ice cream and arcade days 

you'd wake up in the morning and see 172 messages from him 

pictures of his rehearsals at 2:37am 

and just random thoughts he had and sent to you 

"Hansol made a joke and it was awful." 

you met Hansol too because of Seungkwan 

"Why does Seungkwan always text you during our short breaks?"

"Seungkwan why are you texting me in third person?"

"Oh lmao this is Hansol, I stole Seungkwan's phone and am currently hiding in the bathroom since he won't tell me who he always texts." 

you snorted a little too loudly and ended up getting weird looks from your aunt 

"I'm y/n, Seungkwan's friend from high school. I'm from Jeju." 

"Y/N WHATEVER HANSOL SAID ABOUT ME IT'S NOT TRUE!!!!!" 

you met Hansol the next time you hung out with Seungkwan 

local park by his company with some nice hoops for basketball 

"Ah so you must be y/n." the boy next to Seungkwan said 

"I swear I tried to get rid of him, but he just loves me too much, what can I do?" 

you burst out laughing their friendship is too cute 

y'all end up playing a game two v. one 

Hansol insisting you play on his team to show Seungkwan what's up 

and you all go for ice cream afterwards 

"Hey!" A ping from your phone 

a picture of a smiling Hansol and Seungkwan pop up 

you smile and send them back a picture of you sticking out your tongue

"working hard I see" you say 

"Seungkwan misses you, but I missed you more" 

"What the heck Hansol stop it, who's the best friend here?" 

"Tell Seungkwan you like me better, y/n." 

"YAH! She's my best friend back off!" 

"get a room you two" you send while dying from laughter 

“y/n!!!" they both send you 

your group chat consists of random selfies of Seungkwan 

and funny cat videos from Hansol 

and a lot of you being in the middle of their arguments 

"green tea chocolate is the best" 

"you can't beat classical milk chocolate" 

"why not both you two?" 

"I'm offended." 

"Who are you?" 

"What do you mean both?!?!?" 

lit groups chats 

but you three are such troublemakers

so they be pming you like shady mofos 

"let's prank Hansol, y/n." "Let's prank Seungkwan" 

separate messages you received within five minutes of each other 

so naturally you play them both 

and they both end up getting soaked by water balloons 

while you stayed a safe distance away keeled over dying of laughter

"WAIT YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS"

"Why didn't you warn me, I've know you for years!" 

you run away as the two of them chase you with water balloons 

in the end all three of you get soaked 

"so anyone up for some cake?" 

"You know I hate cake let's get pie" 

"I vote ice cream" 

ice cream it is then

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