#RIP Grammar ba?

[heartbreakgrill]

happen: sleep token (vessel).

a/n: we pretend we don’t see my unfinished fics, okay? also we pretend we don’t see my spelling and grammar and plot mistakes in this, okay? okay. enjoy :)

"your paint is smeared."

vessel looked up from his piano, first meeting my eyes, then following where my finger pointed to.

"shit," his accent stuck out like a sore thumb, elongating the i in the cuss word.

vessel wiped a finger across the paint in an attempt to blend it in. it didn't do much.

"i think you might be making it worse," i commented with a smug smile.

vessel met my sneering gaze. he was unphased by the sarcasm on my tongue. he reached a blackened hand forward as he tried to rip the clipboard from my hands. i ducked out of his reach. the piano blocked him from me, but his arms were long enough that he managed to swipe a hand across my stack of papers.

i scoffed, stepping back a few feet, examining the black paint overtop my paperwork. "vess!"

"y/n!" he mocked my tone. he rounded the piano, coming to look down at the paper in my hands. "your paint is smeared, lovey."

i looked at up with an annoyed stare, "fuck off."

vess patted my bare shoulder, sending electrically shocked goosebumps down my clammy skin. i shifted my arms, hoping he wouldn't notice how i shivered under his touch.

"i'll go get some more paint, kay?" i offered with a deep breath.

vessel settled in front of his piano again. he nodded, pressing a few keys, "there's a tube in my dressing room."

"be right back."

i turned on my heel and headed for the stairs. i passed ii, who patted my head, and iv, who made some chirp about me owing him a shot- which just wasn't true.

i reached the dressing room soon enough. i'd been in here- in the other ones- numerous times. we often all hung out as a group between shows, in here or out on the town with various disguises on the boys. i still didn’t know who the guys were outside of those masks and strange nicknames. sam did, of course, because he’d been teching for the boys for years now. plus, they all had a brotherly relationship. they trust him.

for some reason, going in here by myself felt provocative. i kept my vision tunnelled, just in case they left something important out. they were men, after all-messy, sometimes careless, forgetful.

outside clothes, hoodies and sweatpants i recognized, sat strewn across the chairs and couches. their personal cellphones were sat with their things, different from the work phones they had been assigned. i had their work numbers, for professional conversations, for getting bullied by ii and iv in the groupchat. vessel and i talked, sometimes, about new coffee shops in new towns we'd be stopping by, movies we'd need to go see when we had a day off.

personal phone numbers were for the trusted.

i b-lined for vessel's paint and brushes, on the counter beside his phone. as i did, my eyes glossed over a wallet. it wasn’t one that i recognized. but, i knew that it was vessel's. or, whoever he really was. my fingers itched with a curiosity that i could not feed. it was none of my business who they were. if they wanted me to know, they'd tell me. they'd unmask themselves when we're chilling out on the tour bus.

if vessel trusted me, if he felt our silly conversations held any depth like i thought they did, he'd tell me who he was.

no matter that i'd known him for six months and hehad yet to do so. no matter that i thought we might have reached that point. no matter that sometimes, when he looked at me, there was a longing sat right behind his eyes, a wanting that made me feel entrusted, that made me feel like he understood what was bleeding off my skin.

no matter.

i grabbed the paint and headed back for the stage. vessel was sitting on the side of it now, talking to ii about something or the other. i handed the paint off to him. i went to go backstage, heel prepared to turn, when he spoke, "thanks, lovey."

ii followed vessel's gaze up to me. i stood overtop of them. ii's eyes raked up my bare legs, over the little black dress i wore. he met my eyes and nodded. "hey, gorgeous."

ii always enjoyed flirting with me. playfully, of course. vessel rolled his eyes at the usual quip. "here we go..."

"i am going to do my job. see ya later!"

ii reached up and grabbed my hand before i could leave. i jerked back to my spot, brows raised. ii shook my arm around, "go on, darling, give us a strut."

"you're ridiculous," i ripped my hand from his, though i chuckled slightly.

"tell her, vess," ii nudged his bandmate's shoulder with his elbow, "tell her how beautiful she is. she just doesn't believe me!"

i met vessel's eyes. he never joined the boys in their teasing, never flirted like ii did. he was always genuine, kind. our conversations were always full of depth, too. in fact, he never showed much interest in me besides those longing, full glances that i took to heart, that i let create a delusional fantasy land in my head. everytime i thought he might be, when we'd have these great conversations, he'd pull back. like was afraid, or he didn't fully trust me.

so, i shuddered when vessel's eyes drug down my body, over my exposed chest, the barely visible tops of my boobs, the curve of my waist, hugged tight by the dress, and the skin of my thighs and calves, right to the tips of my platform boots.

it was then that i realized today was going to be a very different day.

"you look..." vessel rolled his eyes back up my body, to my own flustered gaze, "good."

i couldn't get away fast enough. i thanked them both, stuttering slightly, before turning on my heel and racing towards backstage. i bumped into iv's shoulder and muttered a half-hearted apology.

i knew that they all were staring at me, analyzing my girlish behavior. i knew they'd talk about it.

and that was embarrassing as fuck.

when the show ended, i was determined to not be anywhere near any of the boys. i escaped to the bus sam, myself, and the other techies slept on. i changed into comfortable clothing and lay in my bunk, willing the blush on my cheeks to finally leave me alone.

this wasn’t supposed to happen. did i long for him to say something like that? duh!

did i actually want it to happen? no, bitch.

because that changed everything for me.

i just needed to hide out here for the night, will my anxiety and the fawn look in my eyes away. tomorrow, i could shift everything back to how it was. tomorrow, he’d probably act the same- passive, uninterested.

even if there was any weight to that entire interaction, it’s not like anything could even happen between us.

management made the band swear off girls for risk of privacy and in order to focus on their work. besides, i worked for the band. i helped run every single show they did. they were my boss’.

and there was that whole issue of him not trusting me. because it was so obvious that he didn’t.

i was letting my brain run around too much.

what snapped me back to reality was the commotion of everyone returning to the bus, excited chatter from the other men on the crew filling the once silent vehicle. sam's voice got closer as he and another techie approached their bunks, across and above from my own. i figured they’d just be grabbing something before everyone headed out to the bar.

but, of course- that wasn’t my luck.

"yoohoo," sam knocked a fist on wall, near my head, "is there a y/n in here?"

i huffed, "what do you want?" i knew they were here to berate me to come out with them. but that would mean seeing the boys- having to confront the issue that was vessel.

"get up, grandma," sam teased me for being in bed so soon, "we're going to the bar."

"i'm tired," i replied, a slight groan in my voice. please just go away.

"that's a load of bull," sam scoffed, "you literally said this morning that you wanted to go out tonight."

i went to reply, but more voices filled the bus, all too familiar ones that made my chest tight.

"what's going on? is y/n okay?" that thick british accent burst through whatever i was gonna say next. iv.

then, another spoke- ii, i was pretty certain. "what? what's happening? aren't you coming out, y/n?”

i shoved my head into my pillow, wanting to scream. the only downside of tour was this obvious lack of privacy. i appreciated that my presence was always wanted by just about anyone i worked with. but, god, can’t a girl daydream and regret her actions in peace?

i pulled open the curtains sheltering my bed, just a fraction, not even trying to mask my annoyed expression. ii, iv, and sam were squatted just outside my bunk. sam wore a cheeky grin, but the others had their outside masks on. i could read their energy well, though.

"i'm fine, guys," i waved them all off, cuddled up under my blankets, "i just wanna chill tonight."

"no! you can't! please! you have to go out with us! you promised last time you would! plus you owe me a shot!" iv whined, head tilted to the left. he really needed to find a new gimmick.

i rolled my eyes, "you're a baby."

"wow, y/n," ii set a comforting hand on iv's shoulder, gasping at my insult, "that's harsh. here i thought we were friends."

sam laughed in response, "yeah, y/n. that was really mean. you hurt iv's feelings." he, also, touched iv’s arm.

i met iv's eyes with pursed lips. his eyes read no signs of offense. we were all always so mean to each other and i knew they’d call me out if i ever took it too far. no, this- this was them bullying me back. trying to get me to come out. they’d probably, eventually, get on me about my flustered escape from earlier. ii nudged iv, and he began to fake cry, head dropped down into his hands.

i rolled my eyes again with an exasperated huff, "oh, my god. here we go."

the bus door swung open, then shut again, as the rest of the band made their way in. i didn't notice, too caught up in the boys' theatrics to get nervous that vessel was in my vicinity. he stood just out of sight, watching all of us.

iv sobbed, shoulders rocking. "i can't believe you'd say that, y/n!"

"whatever. im not coming out, freaks,” i went to shut the curtain, but sam pushed it open all the way.

i dropped my head to my pillow in annoyance. ii spoke now, egging on the situation further. i grew nervous he’d bring up earlier, "there's just one thing you can do to make this up to him."

"let me guess, it tastes like vodka and rhymes with hot?" i murmured as i pressed a stressed hand over my eyes.

ii pried my hands from my head. “actually- tastes like hennessy and rhymes with get the fuck out of bed!" he, then, reached into my bunk and tickled my sides.

i laughed this ugly, wheezing laugh, squirming away from ii's reach. iv's showcase of crying twisted into him falling back onto his ass, laughing with his head thrown back. sam held onto the bunk as he joined. i then heard vessel and iii's laughs, echoing from a bit down the hall. i tried to snap myself out of the situation, insecure by vessel's presence. but, ii just wouldn't stop tickling me.

luckily, he did, leaving my face red, tears spilling out of my eyes, and a newfound energy to get up from my bunk. i didn’t forget that vessel was standing there, watching. and, i knew, i’d have to face the reality of my embarrassment eventually. but, the boys drunk were usually pretty sweet.

"alright," i huffed and shoved the covers off of my body, "let's go, you freaks."

"you'll come?" ii offered me his hand, helping me off of the floor.

"yeah, i'll come," i released his hand, steadied on my feet. i shoved his shoulder as i walked towards the closet at the end of the hall. i pushed past sam and iv to get there. as i searched through my bag, trying to find my dress from earlier, i felt eyes still on me. all the boys had begun moving from the bus, going outside to smoke and wait on me. but, vessel was still there. lingering.

he waved at me as i looked down the hall towards him. my face flushed again and i gave an awkward smile. god, i was not helping the situation. if anything, i was making it worse, making him uncomfortable, ruining everything. he’d never trust me now.

i put back on my little black dress, tights to bear the cold, platform boots. my makeup was still in tact, though i had to clean up a few smudges made by my sweat from the show. i finally met everyone outside the bus, drawing eyes to my body as i bounded down the steps.

"still looking sexy, darling," ii flirted, cheekily, taking my hand and forcing me to do a little spin in front of everyone.

as i faced back to everyone, i pulled my hand from his and shoved him away from me again. "creep- let's go. you owe me a shot."

"um, i think it's the other way around," ii scoffed.

i began walking from the group, towards the bar down the street. i tossed a confused look over my shoulder, "that never happened. you're crazy."

i left behind a trail of laughing men, a stunned ii. they teased me- but i did back just as much.

it was just a five minute walk, and i kept my pace ahead of everyone because i was cold and wanted to get there quicker. i knew someone was watching me- again. i knew the feel of that stare. i knew it was vesel. so, i tried to stay just far enough ahead that he couldn't catch up. i don’t think i could keep up any meaningful conversation when my heart was still beating this quickly.

alas, the over 6' man fell in stride beside me, easily, hands shoved in the pockets of an alpha wolf sweatshirt. he adjusted his sunglasses, inhaling a chilly breath before saying, “why’d you run off earlier? before the show? did i- say something wrong?”

"no reason," i snapped a too-quick response, arms crossed over my chest. my cheeks were reddening again.

he tsked his tongue, “good. shame, though, i didn't get to enjoy this dress for as long as i would have liked to.” i couldn’t see his eyes- but i knew they flicked down over my body. i straightened up under the gaze.

what game was he playing?

maybe he just wanted to hook up. i knew it wasn’t anything serious for him, because it couldn’t be.

i could imagine he and the boys were horny. all the time they’d spent declaring celibacy on this tour must be getting to them. so, i convinced myself that’s what this was. but, i of course didn’t want that.

so, i couldn’t help but feel let down that i had gotten my hopes up. i had thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted me like i wanted him. that, again, maybe, he trusted me like i wanted him to. like i trusted him.

i looked up at him, head tilted back from his height. i tried to read the air between us, hoping something else was there. but i knew he wore a cheeky grin beneath his mask. i frowned, slightly, a desperate disappointment laying just behind my eyes. my head shook just slightly, "don't."

vessel's shoulders fell. he nodded, just once, before silencing himself.

we walked to the bar in drowning silence. i wanted to stop, to turn to him and ask him a million questions. why didn’t he trust me? why didn’t he want me? why couldn’t we try?

why couldn’t we have met in another lifetime, where he didn’t feel the need to hide behind a mask? where he didn’t have to put his life on the line just to reveal himself to me?

not that would fix anything if he didn’t feel what i felt.

i needed a drink.

when we got to the bar, we got swept up in the excitement from our group, separated from each other. i was grateful for the space. it allowed me to breathe, allowed me to start getting wasted.

ii and iv shoved drink after drink into my hands. we pounded shots off of the wooden counter of the bar. we paid far too much for the shitty jukebox in the corner to play our favorite songs. ii even eventually drug me out to the make-shift dance floor, holding my free hand in his, guiding my hips with his other palm.

i clutched onto my vodka cran, following the rhythm ii was swinging in his hips. we danced to some usher song, sultry and silly. normally, i’d shove him away and cuss him out, make fun of him. but, the alcohol was starting to burn my throat, sending a soothingly loose feeling through my blood. i was relaxed.

the song slowed and we did with it. i rested my heavy body against his, chin on his shoulder. we danced in a circle. i could see vessel, sitting at the bar, burning a hole through ii's head with his eyes. he saw me looking at him and quickly looked away.

i just wanted to walk right up to him and kiss him, mask or no mask. i just wanted him. i didn’t care what he looked like. who he was. because i knew him- i knew him well. i knew when his favorite cat died, i knew that he dropped his sandwich in the first grade and cried on drive home. i knew he preferred tea over coffee, with two sugar cubes, and an exact glug of milk in it.

my mind was racing like crazy. i needed to ground myself or i’d do something i’d regret.

that’s when ii mumbled into my ear, “he wants you so badly.”

i jolted out of my own head space, pulling my chin back from ii’s shoulder to look up at him. “what?”

i was having trouble processing words.

“vess. he’s been pining after you for so long,” ii had a sense of urgency in his eyes. "and he think he's trying to see if he can shoot my head off with his eyes right now."

i peered over his shoulder. vessel was watching us again. he didn’t look away, though i knew he could see.

“fat chance,” i blurted out. “he keeps pushing me away…pining my ass. everytime we have, like, a really good conversations about, like, the stars or some shit, the next day he acts like he barely knows my name.”

ii was patient, just listening as i rambled, surely drunk now. i continued on, “i don’t know, dude. like, if he wanted me he would do something about it, yeah? he’d show me. he’d say something. he’d- he’d just do something. instead he just makes me feel crazy.”

i finished myself off with huff. i downed the rest of my drink and set it on a table close to us. both my fists leaned against ii’s shoulders. i was getting dizzy.

ii squeezed my hip in comfort. he waited a moment, for me to catch my breath, to respond. "it's difficult. being in our position. it's hard to tell who's getting close just to catch a peak. forcing everyone we care about to sign mountains of paperwork just to really know us. to trust that we can stay hidden, though the entire world is just itching to unmask us. i know you know that. i know you understand it. that’s part of the reason why we all get along with you so well. the pressures gone. we can be ourselves- no matter what our names are, what we look like. cause you just don’t care.

“i don’t!” i agreed, punching my fist lazily against ii’s shoulder. “i don’t care who you guys are! because you’re still the same to me. and i trust you. and i love you guys. and i just- but just, why can’t he want me?”

he chuckled, “oh, darling. he does. you know he does. and you know the risk, you know the worry. you push it away because it’s not going to be easy. put your pretty little head to rest. just…let it happen as it happens.”

“i think i’m too drunk to really understand this right now, babe,” i droned on, eyes squinted as if i could understand him better with a blurred gaze.

ii tapped my nose sweetly. he stepped back, glancing over to vessel. “just let it.”

i met vessel’s gaze- invisible to me, but so obvious from the burn on my skin. he stood from his seat, hesitant, yet somehow determined.

i felt my body pulled towards him. we met in the middle. some stupid country song was playing. the bad was emptying. our friends were loud. my breath smelled of alcohol. vessel seemed exhausted.

but, for some reason, this was the night that it would happen.

vessel held out a hand, skin pale yet still stained from the paint. i took it. he waited a moment, as if awaiting my consent. then he guided us to the backdoor of the bar. we were out in an alley, alone.

“i’m sorry, lovey,” he said, once he was settled on his heels in front of me.

i clutched his hand like an anchor. “for what?” my brows furrowed.

he brushed a thumb across my knuckles, “that it’s like this. i…i wish i could love you under different circumstances.”

the word passed by without a second thought, so easily spoken from his lips. i barely noticed it. “it’s okay…it’s-its not your fault, vess.”

“no, it’s just,” he ran his other hand overtop his hat, covering his hair just perfectly. “it’s just that i need you to know that. how i feel about you..” now he danced around the word, “because i need you to know that…but…i can’t go forward with any of it. i can’t follow through with it. and i’m so sorry. i just…can’t.”

i slid my hand up to his cheek. he nearly crumbled under my touch. my fingers touched the edge of his sunglasses. he didn’t move. he didn’t try to stop me as i slid the glasses off his nose. i knew those eyes well- i was grateful to see them, even in this dark lighting. i could read him better, i could see his soul.

“i’ll sign whatever you want me to sign.”

the words lingered between us as he processed them. then, he denied them, “lovey…i-“

“i’ll sign a million nda’s. i’ll sign away my life. i’ll- i’ll delete all of my social media. and i’ll wear a mask, too. i’ll step into the darkness with you, vess. i’d do it. i want to do it.”

“lovey, please, i can’t-“

“i can. if you can’t, i can. i can for the both of us.”

vessel dropped his chin, looking away from me. “i can’t ask you to do that for me. beside, you- you don’t even know what i look like. i’m- i’m probably not what you’d want. you can’t love someone you think is ugly. i don’t know, lovey.”

“i do know, vess,” i quickly replied. “i know. i know you. i know your soul. it doesn’t matter to me what you look like, or who you are. cause i know your heart. and that’s all that matters to me. besides, i can’t go on hiding- knowing that we love each other. i just can’t. i won’t allow it.”

vessel met my eyes again. he removed his hand from my own. his hand hung by his thigh, clenching into a fist. it shook. i was worried he’d walk away.

but, after his hesitation softened, he reached his hands up to his face. he tugged the medical mask off of his ears, revealing his familiar lips and smile to me. his nose was new, a feature i’d never seen. but, it was just a nose.

he took off his hat, too, revealing his entire complexion to me. i grinned in response, barely even getting a good luck at him because i really didn’t care.

“that changed nothing for me,” i grasped at his hands. “i feel the same. i feel- the same. maybe better, knowing that you trust me. but- the same. i still want you- i need you, vess…please. i know you need me, too. i’ve always seen it in your eyes. just…take a chance. come out of the darkness…for me. please.”

vessel slid his hands up my arms, slowly, brushing my hair over my shoulders as he passed. his fingertips tickled my neck, the lobes of my ears, until he cupped my cheeks. i leaned into his touch, eyes alight with abounding adoration. he tilted his head down, brilliantly colored eyes boring into my own.

and then he kissed me.

[eirenical]

OK, guys, I’m back at it again, working on my GYADL translation.  Which is becoming... slightly more actual translation than it was at the beginning when it was pure edited MTL and thus is going WAY SLOWER, RIP ME, but I’m learning a lot as I go, so I’m going to take it as a win.  XD

ANYWAY.  Today’s absolute gem is that I’ve FINALLY gotten to Luo Fusheng’s introduction!  And let me TELL YOU.  The drama missed a golden opportunity for Wet!Zhu Yilong.  Because when we meet Luo Fusheng in the novel?  He’s at the Hilton Club in the pool, showing off his magnificent lung capacity. 

(And I have been trying VERY HARD not to go to a naughty place in my head with that lung capacity and am really not succeeding.  XD)

ANYWAY.  Here you go:

(And as always, if you know more Mandarin than I (NOT HARD) and have any input to offer or would like to point out that I mangled something, PLEASE DO. OTZ)

The surface of the pool is calm and quiet, the water is clear and blue, and no one can be seen.

Two minutes later, a man breaks out of the water and lets out a long breath, and stroking back a handful of wet, hair from his forehead, sends water droplets scattering in all directions.  "Lao Jiang, how long this time?"

"Eleven minutes, shao-ye."

The man suddenly slapped the water surface in an annoyed manner.  "Xu Xingcheng said that his foreign classmates can hold their breath for up to 13 minutes and 40 seconds. I'm still falling a little short."

"That's already quite good." Lao Jiang still has a meek and docile appearance.

He swam to the edge of the pool, braced himself on the edge and leapt up. The male's physique is fit, with a healthy complexion, beautifully defined abdominal muscles on the lower belly, and faintly discernible mermaid lines* appearing from beneath the water's surface.  An attendant immediately runs towards him and drapes him with a large bath towel, and another attendant hands him a cigar.

MY NOSE BLEEDS JUST THINKING ABOUT ZHU YILONG DOING THIS SCENE.  OTZ

Thanks again to @mejomonster​ and @adorablecrab​ for always fielding my panicked flailing about vocabulary and grammar things that I do not yet understand. ^_^

(Raws and my translator’s notes about mermaid lines behind the cut.)

*人鱼线 (rén yú xiàn): mermaid lines -- it's the 'V' of the hips. ("...[mermaid lines] refer to the two V-shaped lines on both sides of the abdomen close to the top of the pelvis. Because they resemble the slightly contracted lower part of a fish, they are called Mermaid Lines." -- https://baike.baidu.com/item/%E4%BA%BA%E9%B1%BC%E7%BA%BF/3727943) But I kept "mermaid lines" because honestly how could I NOT? ^_^

Side note: if we can see the V of his hips under the water, either those are some very low riding swim trunks or he's naked in that pool and considering the alacrity with which the attendant rushes over with that towel... I'll leave that to your imagination because the text doesn't specify. XD

Further note: Still baffled about how his V-lines can be faintly discernible under the water when he’s already leapt out of it, but he has definitely done that.  A few paragraphs later he walks along the edge of the pool and drapes himself on a lounge chair.  WHO KNOWS.  NOT ME.  THAT’S WHO.  XD

池面上一片风平浪静，水面湛蓝清澈，看不到人的踪影。

两分钟后，一个男人破水而出，长呼出一口气，捋了一把额前湿哒哒的碎发，水珠四散开去。“老蒋，这次有多久？”

“十一分钟了，少爷。”

男人拍打了一下水面，有些懊恼的样子。“许星程说他那的洋人同学，最长可以憋气13分又40秒。我还是差了一点。”

“已经很���了。”老蒋还是那副温驯的模样。

他游到池边，撑了一下案沿一跃而起。男性的体魄健壮，肤色健康，小腹上线条优美腹肌和若隐若现的人鱼线从水面下显现出来。一个侍者马上走过来给他披上大浴巾，另一个侍者为他递上了一只雪茄。

[seytazen]

Looking For Transformers Roleplay Partners!

If you’re interested DM me!

Must meet the following criteria

Must be between 18-26 (Note: I am 19 and if you’re 17 going on 18 in a matter of months or weeks we can talk about it or something like that and just avoid NSFW topics)

Okay and Willing to play with queer relationships. I don’t tolerate “F x M ONLY” very well.

Literate and Paragraph style. I’m talking grammar, speaking in full sentences, using punctuation correctly, and at least a small paragraph of content to work with typically.

You must be willing to play more than one character

You must be willing to play cannon characters outside of an OC

Must be willing to go outside of cannon plot.

If you meet these requirements then read on to see if you are interested!

Rules I have For RPing

For the both of us!

Communication is key outside of Roleplay.

If you’ll be absent for longer than usual, give me a heads up if you can. Note that I won’t be mad if you can’t, I’m just anxious lol.

If you aren’t doing well enough mentally to roleplay, let me know. We don’t gotta go into detail, just keep me in the loop to know you’re okay.

If you loose interest in roleplaying with me, that’s okay too. Just let me know. I’m just happy we had the chance!

Did I do something to upset you? We should talk about it!

2. Commutation is key inside of Roleplay

Wanna kill off a character for the drama? Run it by me. Chances are I’ll be all over it. Let’s talk about who cries the hardest.

Feeling like ripping apart a relationship? Let’s talk about it and what kind of consequences it could have on everyone else and what they did to make it get that way.

Not feeling smut suddenly in the middle of a smut scene? Let me know and we’ll just fast forward it.

A scene triggers you? Not on my watch. We’ll erase it out of the narrative and find something else. It’s cool. We can decompress with fluffy shit or take a break whatever ya need.

Things I am NOT triggered by (we’ll avoid them COMPLETELY if you would like, but the subjects on this list do not bother me when placed in fiction)

This list is a list of things that simply don’t bother me in fiction. If they are applied to fictional characters in backstory or plot wise- it doesn’t bother me to refer back to it, to put a character through the aftermath of it, or for a character to have trauma from these categories.

If you have something in mind that isn’t on any list, ask me! I would like to add in that These are things that some people don’t do, but I have no issues doing them. If something triggers you on this list and you still want to roleplay, just let me know and we won’t touch it.

Mpreg

Smut

Kink

Gore

Medical scenes

Torture

Battle scenes

Mental health

SHarm

Sewerslide

Abusive Situations

SA Situations *

Substance Abuse

R**e *

* situations that will fade to black if they happen in story line.

A little bit about my Roleplay style

I’m okay with any transformers continuity, but I really like to drift between continuities. IE: we start with Prime-verse in mind, but maybe we find the characters turning a little bland and we introduce a ship crashing to Earth with Prowl, Jazz, and Rung on it.

I also tend to want to roleplay in chunks with multiple things going on in real time. It ends up looking something like this.

Me: Ratchet shook his helm, muttering angrily to himself as he listened to the pedsteps retreat away from him down the hallway. Why could anyone understand what needed to be done? Why did he alway have to fix everything? He grabbed the bin from the counter and started filling it with solvent. He was just frustrated, honestly. He knew this feeling would pass- it always did- but it still felt unpleasant. He shut the tap off and dumped the pail of tools that needed to be cleaned into the bin and began scrubbing away.

Optimus strolled across the smooth pavement. The air felt empty and cold around him. Regret was starting to rise in his chest. He tried to keep it down the best he could but it was a fruitless battle. He turned his optics to the foreign stars that twinkled down at him. When would he feel like he belonged here?

Arcee chuckled bitterly. “Is that really what you think?” She kept her back turned. “I don’t think you really understand then. Leave me alone.”

And then you would reply in kind to each section. If a scene came to a natural end, we would simply drop the paragraph. I’m also open to learning a new style if you have something different in mind!

Genre

I’m open to pretty much anything. As long as it’s entertaining I’ll do anything from action to slice of life. Of course I live by the idea that a good roleplay has a little bit of everything in it.

Triggers

So I don’t really have any when it comes to roleplay. Truly, I’m good with a lot of ‘dead dove: do not eat’ shit. Just let me know what you’re wanting to avoid!

Things that I don’t do

I don’t like Cybertronian x Human. At all. Not willing to budge. Nope.

I’m not interested in Humanformers AU where they’re all just humans and that the AU. (If there’s an interesting twist you have in mind, then I might budge on this one.)

MerAu (This one can change in the future, just really haven’t been appealed by it lately)

Optimus/Bumblebee. Not budging on this one. It just ick for me. Might compromise but not promising.

Ratchet calling his significant other “kid.” It just weirds me out in roleplay, I don’t know why. (We can compromise on this one with a different pet name)

Tropes I really Like

I crave a lot of phycological stuff. Really digging into internal struggles.

Finding Love and developing a deep connection

Inopportune Families. I love whoopsie sparklings, found this child in the rubble and there’s literally no where else to put him and bots making it work.

I do like Mpreg with Transformers for the pure drama of it. I love it but the one above this is also a great alternative.

Grieving a major loss and trudging though it (agnst agnst agnst)

Hurt/Comfort I am weak for.

“Things are shit right now, but we’re gonna make it through… maybe..” attitudes

Therapy.

Where I RP

(In order of preference)

Discord (This is the best)

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Quotev

Will download and make an account for elsewhere. I’m flexible.

Plot

I tend to treat my roleplay just like I do my DND campaigns. We talk about what kinda things we’re in the mood for and we build as we go. Have a brilliant idea of what if this happened? I’m interested. Tell me about it and we’ll go from there.

We can start with a few characters on Cybertron pre-canon and go from there. We can go and do the war and really focus on individual things that didn’t get shown in canon and go from there.

We can even do an AU if ya want! Some cool plothooks I’ve thought are interesting are

Slice of Suburban Life - The war never happened and they all lead suburban dull lives with some twists and turns. Potential to turn out Vibing like Breaking Bad, the Office, Weeds, Good Luck Charlie, etc.

Royalty AU - More centered around Optimus. When he’s named Prime he gets inserted into leading the Cybertronian Empire and it’s a lot to learn. Potential to lead into a War arc, lean more into politics, exploring Optimus’s character development and the pressures leadership causes. Potential to build from slice of life to action.

Rebuilding Cybertron - After the war tensions are high as they rebuilt and try to move past a war that they’ve lived in for eons. Things are difficult, bots keep coming back to Cybertron expecting glittering buildings and structure and they’re finding settlement among the wreckage and only a few bots keeping everything together. Possible leans more into Cyberverse.

Shattered Glass - Megatron leads the Decepticons and Optimus leads the autobots, but the one who’s lost sight of what the war was supposed to achieve isn’t Megatron this time.

Galactic Council - The war sort of simmers down and eventually the galactic version of the UN catches up to Optimus and Megatron. They send in their representatives and things get messy between negotiating, addressing war crimes between the two leaders, and the humans inexplicably being exposed to the entire cosmos of otherworldly beings. Potential to evolve into a high stakes political game. House of Cards esque, Handmade’s Tail ish. Potential to get to more The Office-ish.

Time Travel - Perhaps something happens and someone that survived most of the war gets zapped back to months before everything fell down in a ball of fire. Perhaps it’s Optimus back in Orion’s body preparing to stand before the council.

Start of the time line - Maybe we start with the day Megatronus and Orion Pax meet and go from there. Potential to be more Build-Your-Own-Continuity ish.

Any more questions for me that I didn’t cover? Ask me! My DM is open or if ya wanna stay anonymous until you’re comfy, then you can ask me anonymously too!

[historic-old-guard-lover]

How many languages and which of them would the cast speak if we’re going to be completely historically accurate ?

This a great question that I can’t quite answer, but I spent six hours researching to give it a shot. I think that there’s a broad range of plausible languages and you’ve got leeway to choose how many. The first part is that different people have different affinities for languages. Some people can speak ten different languages fluently (or near-fluency), while others will struggle juggling three different ones in their brains. The range in the languages can affect this, too: it’s easy to mess up between similar languages. I personally have trouble speaking Spanish because in the middle of the sentence, I’ll drop a French word without even realizing it. The same thing doesn’t happen to me in other languages like German, though. By the same token as I’ve discussed before, similar languages are easier to learn. Going from English to Russian with the Cyrillic alphabet? More difficult than English to French, which makes up about a third of modern English. These are languages that are still in the same family (Proto-Indo-European, PIE), though, so it holds nothing to the difficulty of going from English to a language like Mandarin.

I’m breaking this answer into two parts: 1) how many?; 2) which ones? and I’m going to get carried away because I’m me so it’s below the break to spare you if this comes across your dash and you’re not a nerd...

PART 1: What’s a realistic number for them to speak?

I think that each member of the old guard probably has a certain number of languages which they’re comfortable with, a few more that they can understand/get by in, and a few that they may only know phrases from. The number of each isn’t the same for everyone. The average human being is able to speak ~1.5 languages. The most talented polyglots can speak upwards of 50 languages, maybe one guy even spoke 65 (mostly I want to mention he loved translating the phrase “kiss my ass”). This hyperpolyglot, Kreb aka “Kiss My Ass” Stan, had his brain dissected after his death and it showed a lot of “abnormalities”. That leads neuroscientists and me to believe that being able to study and learn 65 languages is either 1) a major skill that rewired his brain because he was flexing it so much; or 2) very abnormal and facilitated by his brain differences. Since their powers don’t make them stop being limited by the human brain (they can forget), I would say that it is unlikely that one of them is fluent/near fluent/comfortable in more than ~65 languages.

Getting past twelve languages is considered a feat, so I think only Andy, Quynh, Nicky, and Joe could be anywhere near the upper-bounds of languages. Remember, these hyperpolyglots spend their entire lives studying languages and often need refreshers. The members of the Old Guard don’t have the luxury of reading grammar books all day, and they also have to remember a bunch of combat training. You can argue that a lot of fighting is “muscle memory” aka located in the cerebellum and nowhere near language processing areas, but there’s still things like math, navigation, etc. that they need to remember. I doubt they have a list of their safe houses just lying around. The older members can speak more languages by virtue of being around longer and having that time to learn, but if we’re being realistic they should probably speak no more than ~45-55 languages comfortably. This doesn’t mean that they only *know* that many, but the other languages would be more like bad high school Spanish in America than able to wax poetic. Aside: that Joe is able to be poetic in what is AT LEAST his fourth or so language is very impressive and we should talk about that more.

How Many Each Member is Maximally Proficient In/Knowledgeable Of at the end of the film/Opening Fire comics run:

Lykon (comics): proficient in ~15, knowledgeable of ~30*

Lykon (movies): proficient in ~45, knowledgeable of ~80*

Andy: proficient in ~50, knowledgeable of ~100**

Quynh | Noriko: proficient in ~51, knowledgeable of ~90**

Joe: proficient in ~30, knowledgeable of ~80

Nicky: proficient in ~30, knowledgeable of ~80

Booker: proficient in ~10, knowledgeable of ~30

Nile: proficient in ~2 (maybe 3), knowledgeable of ~5

*In the comics, he is younger than Andy and Quynh and I assume he dies young. In the movie, it is strongly implied that he was the oldest. The reason why his numbers are not larger, however, is because at some point there were fewer languages as humanity had not dispersed as much as it eventually did. He’s also long before written language which facilitates learning for most people. RIP Lykon.

**I’m not saying that Quynh is smarter than Andy, just that she comes after written language and it should be slightly easier for her to pick things up. I’m giving Andy access to more languages, however, because PIE alone covers Europe, Central Asia, and South Asia. More on this later.

PART 2: Which languages would each of them speak?

I’ve covered this question a little in a previous post that was broadly about proto-indo-european/Andy-centric (check it out if you want), but I’ll give a broader survey of each character here.

A Quick Aside on Lykon: We don’t know enough about this character, and the fact that the comics and movie diverge so sharply does not help at all. I’m going to headcannon that he was from Eastern Africa, where most archaeologists agree that modern humans first appeared in the Horn of Africa aka modern Ethiopia and Somolia and neighbors, and predates Andy by ~3,000 years. For future purposes below and assuming a birth date for Andy in the range ~5,000BCE - 4,000BCE, this puts his birth at around ~8,000BCE - 7,000BCE. This is wild speculation, however. Maybe the early immortals should be spaced by warfare types (Stone Age, Bronze, Iron, Steel?) or maybe they pop up once a cultural region reaches a certain historic point or maybe they just sorta pop up and then live for six or seven thousands years. I’m working off the last assumption because it’s the simplest. The only thing I’m certain of is that Greg Rucka probably didn’t sit down and think this pattern through. If I’m wrong, oh well. I’m mad at him for all his historical inaccuracies. With dating from ~8,000BCE - 7,000BCE, I’m having trouble finding a name for the cultures that scientists/historians know were living there at the time. It’s probably because the region has been continually occupied since the first humans, which one can safely assume makes abandoned and undisturbed sites hard to fine.

A Quick Aside on Quynh | Noriko: I like the film better, so I’ll be working with Quynh. If there’s enough interest, I can add on Japanese for Noriko. I’m going to date Quynh to be ~1,500 years after Andy (maybe this should be the new date system, before Andy “BA” and after Andy “AA”). This puts her in the time range of ~3,500BCE - 2,500BCE which could place her in either the Đa Bút neolithic culture of modern-day Vietnam or the Phùng Nguyên bronze age culture of modern-day Vietnam. Those names are archaeological in nature, based on the location where sites have been found and dated to those ranges.

Other Origins: Because we have diverging cannons, I’m going to just state the backgrounds that I’ve assigned. Joe is from 1066CE with a background in the Arab-controlled Maghreb (more specifically, modern-day Tunisia and Northern Algeria). Nicky is from 1069CE with a background from the Italian maritime republic and city-state of Genoa. Booker is from 1770 southern France. Nile is from 1994 Chicago in the United States. Andy is from ~5,000BCE - 4,000BCE in the Caucasus (modern-day Georgia and Azerbaijan) or the South Western Eurasian Steppes, probably the Shulaveri-Shomu culture assuming that location.

The first language everyone learned, their “mother tongue” or “native language” is one that they definitely speak. It’s the language that they think in and would be hard-pressed to lose. This even includes now-dead languages, because, again, it’s the one that they learned to think with. Of course, it is possible to lose a language when you have no one to speak it with if you wanted to do something tragic, but I think that these things are too deeply ingrained for it it to happen by accident.

What Each One’s First Language Would Be:

Nile: American English, possibly African-American Vernacular English (AAVE) at home

Booker: Provençal/Occitan, possibly “standard French” (school and other places outside the home)

Nicky: Genoese Ligurian/Zeneize

Joe: Tunisian Derja/Tunisian Arabic/Tunisian, and possibly one of the dialects of the native Zenati language group based on where more precisely you place him

Quynh: Proto-Viet–Muong (which isn’t well documented because it’s so old)

Andy: Proto-Indo-European (PIE), but if you’re curious the Classical Scythian Language for which she is probably named is only off by a factor of 10 (4000 vs 400 BCE) *cue distressed sighing*

Lykon: Proto-Cushitic (also suffering a lack of documentation from being old as heck)

Other than their first languages, what else they learn depends on where they go. People learned languages back then for the same reasons that they do today: to communicate (and to read, after the invention of writing). 

Additional Confirmed or Likely Cannon Languages:

Nile: Spanish because of the American school system for sure. French is listed on the IG account, but she probably speaks only Spanish or French to a degree of fluency, definitely one better than the other. Very Basic Pashto, which we see her use some obviously-memorized phrases with in the film.

Booker: The IG promo things asserts that he knows (modern, standard) Italian and Greek. Why not? He also probably knows Spanish depending on where more specifically in southern France he is from. He’s probably also picked up on at least Very Basic Arabic from Joe and Nicky, but actually learning the language would take commitment from him. He also clearly speaks English.

Nicky: Other Italian dialects, and it would be fairly easy for him to have picked up modern Italian. He definitely reads Latin. If he was from a wealthy family, he probably also speaks Greek. If he was from a trading family, he probably speaks the trading pidgin of Sabir. The IG account confirms Arabic (vague, but okay I’ll be generous and say modern standard Arabic) and Romanche (they meant to write Romansh). I think Romansh is poorly chosen to characterize him in Northern Italy, but I’m feeling generous. He also clearly speaks English.

Joe: He definitely speaks standard Arabic to have been able to communicate with other Arabic-speakers in Jerusalem.  Genoese Ligurian/Zeneize because of the love of his life, which also means he probably picked up modern Italian at some point. The IG account confirms Farsi (they call it “Persian” *cue screaming*), which works if he was a merchant who traveled far to eastward on the Silk Road...and if you go with the comic cannon makes more sense. I’m going to say that he speaks the Mediterranean trading pidgin Sabir because of his location in Tunisia. If he was from a wealthy merchant family and could afford schooling, he probably learned Greek and maybe also Latin. There’s a good chance that he knows conversational-levels of other native Zenati languages thanks to colonialism discouraging their usage. He also clearly speaks English.

Quynh: We don’t actually know if she speaks English, but it’s safe to assume she does speak at least some of it. She’s probably learned Vietnamese and Mường because of her mastery of their proto-language. Because I see her returning to modern-day Vietnam to fight the Chinese colonization, I think that she might know Cantonese or Mandarin. Based on her travels with Andy, I’d like to propose Greek, Latin, and Mongolian. I’m sure that Andy and her share a language, but who knows which one they were each speaking when they met!

Andy: The IG account says “all,” but I’ve discussed this elsewhere (*major eye rolling*). She almost certainly picked up Scythian and Greek based on her chosen name. Latin isn’t as likely as you’d think, but is possible. I’d like to think that she’s also partial to learning Russian (or some earlier form of the language), Mongolian, and Armenian. Based on her travels with Quynh, I imagine that she speaks Cantonese or Mandarin and Vietnamese or Mu’o’ng. There is some mystery language shared with Quynh, too. She also clearly speaks English.

Lykon: I really don’t know enough about him to hazard any guesses. He should share at least one language in common with Andy and Quynh. If his date of death is ~2,000- 1,000 BCE like I’m supposing, there’s a good chance that he only speaks one or two currently-named languages. Sorry, OP.

[bitchronan]

Sun-Struck

Millicent/Ginny

Non-magical, college, texting AU

Warning for language & alcohol use

ao3

Tuesday, 11:04

Pansy to what was our group chat name again: Millie.. what was that?

Millicent: what was what?

Pansy: you just walked into a tree?

Millicent: I literally did not

Pansy: idk how else to say this .. yes you did

Blaise: hate to agree w/ pansy but I also bore witness

Millicent: ur all dirty fucking liars

Tracey: Ginny weasley just walked past

Tracey: don’t worry millie I don’t think she saw

Theo: wait what????

Theo: ginny weasley!!!?????

Millicent has left the group

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Pansy to dynamo titties: don’t think ur getting off this lightly

Millicent: why couldn’t I have better mates

Daphne: fuck right off we’re amazing

Astoria: heard you’ve got wet knickers for weasley female

Millicent: I’m blocking you all fr

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Millicent @itsmilliebitches

for sale: shitty friend group, will poke their giant noses in ur business and leave their dirty socks on yr floor (DRACO), starting bid: $0.06 and a piece of gum

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Wednesday, 09:43

Pansy created the group weaslette recon

Pansy added Millicent to the group

Pansy added Draco to the group

Pansy added Daphne to the group

Pansy added Blaise to the group

Pansy added Astoria to the group

Draco to weaslette recon: oooo exclusive members only club

Pansy: this is serious shit

Pansy: no fucking around

Blaise: except for millie

Blaise: ba dum tss

Daphne: please never say that again

Pansy: you have all been chosen for your unique talents

Pansy: Millie obviously u have no talents ur just here bc ur the one w the mega crush

Pansy: Daph ur weird friends w potter we can use that

Millie: oh thanks

Daphne: weird friends …

Pansy: Draco ur just super nosy

Pansy: Tori u and Ronald are still ‘friends’ right?

Pansy: and blaise u just have weirdly good stalker talents

Blaise: right so why are you here?

Pansy: im the brains obviously

Astoria: obviously..

Wednesday, 12:17

Astoria to ronnie 🌸: what are you up to??

Ron to tori 🌟: just laundry you?

Astoria: you know

Astoria: I have laundry to do too

Ron: 😊

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Blaise to draconis: you know I think the binoculars are a bit of a give away

Draco to blaze: it’s part of the look blaise

Draco: I’m committed to the aesthetic

Blaise: god ur gay

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draco @dracodormiens

need new friends who can truly appreciate the effort I put into being the only one w/ taste or sense of style.. or a skincare routine

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Wednesday, 13:54

Draco to weaslette recon: this is what I have learnt thus far about weasley the smallest:

Draco: she literally does not own any shoes other than sneakers

Draco: which, quite frankly, is a crime

Draco: she’s a lot taller than you think she is

Draco: I would say around 5’7

Draco: bearing in mind millie that you are actually the shortest person alive

Draco: that could present issues

Draco: also she’s friends with loony lovegood which doesn’t speak highly of her taste

Astoria: okay I actually learnt something useful so I’ll go now

Draco: ‘useful’?? okay Sherlock do your worst

Astoria: Ron said she plays football Monday, Tuesday and Fridays and some weekends

Astoria: she’s on the varsity team

Astoria: she works at that coffee shop by the science building

Astoria: she loves animals and volunteers at a rescue shelter when she has the time

Astoria: he also said she’s the most annoying person alive, has no sense of personal space and always takes his shit

Astoria: seeing as he’s her brother I think this is a bit of a biased assessment

Pansy: Astoria thank you for your good work

Pansy: draco I’m doubting your usefulness to this mission

Draco: guess I’ll just die then

Wednesday: 16:02

Daphne to cilliment: ginnys at the library

Daphne: surrounded by admirers

Millicent to dangly: can u blame them

Daphne: god ur wet

Millicent: 🖕🏼

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Millicent @itsmilliebitches

Some people are actually like the sun and everyone is just drawn to them ☀️

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Wednesday, 19:16

Ron to grotty sibling #6: Astoria was asking a lot about you earlier

Ginny to roonil: I wouldn’t find your girlfriend asking about your family odd apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Blaise zabini were following me around w a pair of binoculars

Ginny: btw I bagsie letting mum down in favour of my social life this week

Ron: fuck no I already have plans

Ron: also, not my girlfriend

Ginny: not if I text her first you don’t

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Ginny to birthgiver: mom I can’t come to dinner this weekend I have important plans

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Ron to Mom: Can’t make dinner this weekend but Ginny will be there she has nothing on xx

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Molly to Family: Any more of my ungrateful children want to stand me up this weekend?

Fred: now you mention it….

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Thursday, 11:07

Theo to what was our group chat name again: why have we not spoken for like three days

Theo: wtf is going on??

Blaise: definitely not bc we have a new secret gc w/out you

Theo: hahaha I would rip your throat out

Pansy: :/

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Theo to bbbbbbbBLAISE: who is in this secret group chat

Theo: ANSWER ME

Blaise to the-no: if I told you it wouldn’t be secret

Theo: you’d better sleep with one eye open fucker

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Luna Lovegood to Millicent Bulstrode: there’s a party at phi delta alpha on Saturday

Luna Lovegood: I thought you might want to come since you clearly have a massive crush on Ginny

Luna Lovegood: She’ll be there, in case that wasn’t obvious

Luna Lovegood – Add Friend / Message

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Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: what are we all doing on Saturday

Millicent: rhetorical question we’re going to a party at pda

Draco: still the best fraternity name ever

Thursday, 14:12

Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): anyone (millie) wanna go get coffee specifically at that place by the science building for no particular reason

Tracey: I’m down

Daphne: don’t remember inviting you but okay I guess

Millicent: how do you know she’s working today

Daphne: Penelope Clearwater from my business class is a manager there

Daphne: she showed me the rota

Millicent: on what grounds??

Millicent: Hey penny can I see the staff rota for the coffee shop you manage for vague and unspecified reasons

Daphne: pretty much yeah

Daphne: slytherin

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Tracey to ditties (dynamo titties): okay what’s everyone want?

Tracey: millie ur ordering for everyone

Tracey: millie??

Daphne: I think shes literally lovestruck

Daphne: I want an oat milk latte w vanilla syrup

Daphne: oh look there’s potter we should go sit w him and his pals

Daphne: the sister of my friend’s best mate is my crush and all that

Tracey: as the spice girls so wisely said

Tracey: if you wanna be my love you gotta get with my friends

Daphne: zigazig ah

Tracey: pray be upstanding for the mighty spice girls

Millicent: fuck off im actually about to crap myself

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Daphne to potter: oi potter who are your pals?

Harry to daphne g: daphne, fancy seeing you here

Daphne: we have ulterior motives

Harry: should I be worried?

Daphne: ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies

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Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): millie whats that on your cup??

Millie: ??? what do u mean

Tracey: there’s something drawn on your cup

Tracey: it looks kind of like a sun

Daphne: why does she look like shes about to pass out?

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Luna Lovegood invited you to the event shindig / Saturday, 21:00

Going / Maybe / Can’t go

Saturday, 19:38

Millicent to skkkkrrrr: okay I need help of the wardrobe variety big time

Pansy: omw

Millicent: id rather not look like a bdsm stripper but thanks for the offer

Pansy: don’t speak to me or my 47000 pairs of similar but slightly varied fishnets ever again

Daphne: just wear like

Daphne: clothes

Millicent: thank fuck for that idea

Millicent: fuck u all theo will help me

Pansy: if you want to look like a stressed librarian be my guest

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Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: everyone but pansy and daphne I need help with my outfit

Draco: fishnets not on the menu then?

Pansy: I resent the implication

Theo: how about a nice sweater?

Pansy: im not saying anything

Astoria: theo it’s a party not a meeting of grammar lovers worldwide

Blaise: you’re all hopeless I must truly do everything myself

Millicent renamed the group blaise + fake friends

Blaise: I approve this message

Saturday, 22:17

Millicent to blaise + fake friends: hey

Millicent: crazy idea

Millicent: what if we /didn’t/ go

Draco: we’re here so a little late to chicken out

Millicent: who’s gonna fucking stop me

Tracey: literally all six of us

Blaise: right who wants a drink?

Pansy: I want 5 please

Pansy: oh tori there’s ur boyfriend

Astoria: are u sure u know what a boyfriend is pans

Pansy: bite me greengrass miniature

Astoria: 🙄

Draco: if you’ll all excuse me I’m going to go get blackout drunk

Theo: who said you don’t have hobbies

Daphne: come on millie I’ll hold your hand whilst you pine over weasley from afar

Saturday, 23:45

Harry to daphne g: I have ur friend

Daphne to potter: is this a hostage situation?? Bc I don’t really want her back

Harry: she just did three shots of tequila then downed an unidentified drink george gave her

Daphne: definitely don’t want her back then

Harry: I think she’s gonna hurl

Daphne: oh don’t worry millie doesn’t vomit she just ruins her life through questionable decisions

Harry: ever thought that perhaps that is worse?

Daphne: but infinitely more entertaining

Harry: daph

Daphne: fine im coming

Daphne: where are you?

Harry: kitchen

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Daphne to potter: where are you???

Harry to daphne g: she got away, im in pursuit

Daphne: what do you mean got away??

Harry: gave me the slip, did a runner, kicked me in the shin and took off running

Daphne: I hope it bruises

Daphne: youre a terrible babysitter

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Daphne to weaslette recon: anyone seen millie?

Astoria: yea she’s with me

Daphne: is she plastered?

Astoria: she seems fine??

Astoria: we’re playing foosball w ron and ginny

Astoria: hmmm

Daphne: what??!!

Astoria: she just took her shirt off

Daphne: must’ve been slow acting

Sunday, 00:03

Draco to blaise + fake friends: are my eyes decieveing me or is millie making out w girl weasley w no top on in the middle of the living room

Blaise: unless this is a shared hallucination in which case I will be gracefully committing suicide tomorrow then yes

Tracey: dw im filming the whole thing

Daphne: maybe we should stop them before they fully have sex in front of everyone

Astoria: or millie suggests body shots

Millicent: BODDY SHPTS!!!

Astoria: oh shit

Sunday, 08:39

Daphne to millie before you ask yes you did take your top off and suck vodka out of weaslettes navel last night: not to be dramatic but I think an angry dragon has taken up residence in my head

Draco: if any of you are truly my friends you will bring me 7 mcdonalds hash browns and 5 advil

Draco: and a coffee

Pansy: already omw to mcdonalds

Pansy: anyone else want anything?

Blaise: you could see if they’ve got millie’s dignity laying around

Pansy: doubtful

Pansy: recon in draco’s room in 15

Pansy: those of you who are alive

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Daphne to cilliment: [Attachment: 1 image]

Daphne: a hashbrown or 9 to wash away the shame

Millicent to dangly: I’m literally dropping out and going home

Daphne: you kicked harry in the shin

Millicent: he probably deserved it

Sunday, 08:55

Ron to tori 🌟: so my sister and ur mate have got further than we have

Astoria to ronnie🌸: I can’t think what you mean

Ron: what are you doing today?

Astoria: trying not to die

Astoria: trying to stop Millie from killing herself

Astoria: the usual

Ron: I don’t think you need to worry about that

Ron: [Attachment: 1 image]

Astoria: omfg!!!!!!!!

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Astoria renamed the group ginny weasley loooooooves millie

Astoria to ginny weasley loooooooves millie: [Attachment: 1 image]

Astoria: @Millie

Blaise: omg

Draco: maybe weaslette has taste after all

Tracey: :’) it’s a proud day for all of us

Pansy: if you’d worn fishnets she’d have called you mind-blowingly fuckable instead of just hot

Pansy: just stating the facts

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Ginny Weasley to Millicent Bulstrode: so.. I know more of your bellybutton than I do of you

Ginny Weasley: but what I do know I like

Sunday, 09:27

Astoria to ronnie 🌸: so where are we going tomorrow?

Ron to tori 🌟: tomorrow?

Astoria: on our first date

Wednesday, 13:48

Ginny to birthgiver: about Saturday

Molly to Ginny: You’re not getting out of it this week. I haven’t seen you in almost 3 weeks now.

Ginny: actually I was going to ask if I could bring my girlfriend

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I made a lil story for fun and decided to post it here. I'm trying to get better at writing, so please excuse any grammar/sentence mistakes!

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A loud ringing was the first thing he heard. He let out a loud groan, shifting his body around. He carefully sat up, opening his eyes. All he saw were the red flames that he hated with a passion. He went from being drowsy and tired to alert and panicked within a second. He attempted to stand up, tripping over his feet as he did so.

"CHESTER!", was the first thing he yelled.

Chester...chester...where was Chester?! He was right with him before...

A sharp pain on the side of his head made him yelp and grip the spot.

What had happened? He was just walking through the small town he called home with his friend. Friend... that's what they were, weren't they?

His brain was scrambled, the ringing in his ears had started to die down. He started to look around, eyes widening as he saw someone. Chester. Chester was alive!

"CHESTER!"

He ran over to his friend, hugging him tightly.

"Oh god Chester you're okay! I was so worried!"

The person, known as Chester, didn't hug back. He stayed silent as the other pulled away from the hug.

"Chester what happened? Where is everyone?!"

Chester sat there, his demeanor very different than what the male remembered. He was always happy, wasn't he?

"They're dead."

What? No...they couldn't be. That couldn't be right!

"D-Dead? Chester they can't be dead. This is another prank that Josh set up...right?"

"They're DEAD Chris. Why can't you understand that?"

Chester looked at Chris, his pupils as tiny as can be.

No no no, they can't be dead. This is all wrong. This is a bad dream. Just a bad dream..

"Just a bad dream...just a bad dream...just a ba-"

The panicked male, known as Chris, was cut off by Chester putting his blue tinted hand on the other's shoulder.

"They're dead. Why can't you see that?"

"They can't be dead! We're alive aren't we?! They should be alive too!"

Chris' pupils shrunk as Chester grinned widely, not like his usual, happy grin. This one was malicious.

Why did his teeth seem sharper? What was going on?

Chester removed his hand from Chris' shoulder, dropping it next to his side. He was silent, the grin still on his face. The only sound was the cracking of the fire. The flames danced around them, no good intent coming from them.

"Chris... do you remember when I told you about the outside world? How if we managed to get rid of the people in our way, we could be free?"

Chris froze in place, hands shaking.

"C-Chester...you...y-yo-"

Chester cut him off, the grin growing bigger.

"Remember how I told you that I had a plan? Well, I've completed it. We can run away and be free Chris! We can finally get away from that horrible place!"

Chris took a step back, his pupils as small as can be. His eyes and body shook in fear, his mouth dry.

"T-This isn't what I wanted! This...This d-destruction wasn't needed! The d-death wasn't ne-needed!"

"Oh Chris, yes it was! The death was needed! We don't need any of them! I was simply removing them out of the way of our freedom!"

A small laugh came from Chester, along with his his pupils shrinking as he gazed at Chris with an insane look. Chris stood frozen, processing the words his friend just said. Chester laughed again and resumed speaking.

"I simply waited for the right timing. Oh you should've seen the looks on their faces as I pulled out the detonator. They looked so SCARED. I almost felt bad, but no. This is for freedom. OUR freedom Chris!"

Chris started to remember back to before he ended up here. He remembered talking to Chester before pausing and feeling a different energy coming off his dear friend. He remembered seeing Chester pull out an object from his pocket. He remembered hearing screaming and shouting from his other friends as they ran. He remembered Chester pressing the button and everything around him going up in flames. Then he remembered the pitch black that greeted him. Had he passed out? Did Chester knock him out?

Chris stared at Chester.

"How could you?! They were our friends! Why would you do this?! We could've just ran away at night!"

Chester put his hands on Chris' shoulders again, his grip firmer than before.

"I did this all for you. Do you not like it friend?"

Friend. It was a great word but when Chester spoke that word, Chris hated it. They weren't friends. He wouldn't be friends with a creature like him. A beast...a MONSTER.

Chris ripped Chester's hands off him and backing away even more, the fire closer to him than before.

"WE AREN'T FRIENDS! YOU DID THIS AND I CAN'T FORGIVE YOU! FRIENDS WOULDN'T DO THIS!"

Chester frowned, his beanie and hair making a shade over his eyes. Chris let out a shaky breath, staring at his used-to-be friend. Chester let out a disapproving hum, stepping closer to Chris.

"I see...then if we aren't friends...I guess doing this would be okay."

Chris shakily inhaled the hot air, staring at Chester. Chester took a step closer to Chris, making the smaller male take a step back. He felt the flames flicking at his lab coat, the heat from being closer making him sweat.

"W-What a-are you doing C-Chester?"

Chester didn't respond as he now stood right in front of Chris.

"We aren't friends anymore, so I don't see anything wrong with killing you."

Chris froze in shock as Chester grinned widely. Chester roughly shoved Chris into the flames behind him, watching as they swallowed Chris whole like a snake swallows its prey. Bloodcurdling screams rang out from Chris as he tried to get up. The flames burnt away his skin and flesh, his clothes up in a blaze. The pain was so much. He tried to crawl out, but was met with a foot as Chester shoved him back in. He looked up at Chester as black dotted his vision. All he saw was that malicious grin as his vision went black.

Bonus:

Chris slammed his hands onto his desk, yelling out profanities at Chester through the mic. Josh was wheezing in the background before breaking down into a fit of coughs.

"CHESTER YOU ASSHOLE WHY DID YOU KILL ME?!"

"What do you mean Chris? I didn't kill you. The flames did."

"YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING MEAN YOU SMART ASS!"

Chris could just see the shit eating grin on Chester's oh so innocent face.

"All is fair in war and love Chris."

Josh interrupted, still wheezing slightly.

"D-Dude. That was so fucking funny to watch. He completely obliterated you-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP JOSH!"

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Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 4

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets. | Chapter 2: Uninvited Guests | Chapter 3: Confrontation

Chapter 4: Who Would’ve Thought? 

Word count: 4825 (omg I know it’s the longest one yet)

Series type: Angst, Smut (in later chapters) & Fluff.

Warnings: Bad language.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

Rough summary: Christian is your boss but also your best friend. You both have feelings for each other but his way of living complicates your relationship.

A/N: Yooooo the response on chapter 3 was crazy! I didn’t expect it at all. I’m sorry for giving you all heart attacks and thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting these series! Seriously ;) Also keep in mind English is not my first language therefore there might me some spelling/grammar mistakes

“Y/n?”

“Y/n open your eyes; can you hear me?”

“Y/n wake up”

“Y/n come on love, don’t do this to me right now!”

You can’t respond. You heard his voice though. It was him. You were sure of it.

Where were you? What happened? Why can’t you open your damn eyes?

“Y/n!”

“Stop yelling her name, it obviously won’t wake her up.” A female voice this time.

Whose voice was it?

“What the fuck happened?” he asked, he was worried. He sounded anxious.

“I don’t know. I was sleeping and a loud ass thud woke me up and when I got up to look she was just laying there on the bathroom floor.” The female voice answered.

Bathroom floor? The bathroom?

The bathroom!

Yura!? Yura was in his bed! She was there!

In a shocked and panicked state your body jolted forward. You widely open your eyes and start to hyperventilate. What the fuck is happening? You’ve never had this before. You desperately look at your surroundings; you were on his couch. In his living room.

Unable to calm down you feel two firm hands on your shoulders. It’s Christian.

“Y/N shhhh it’s okay! It’s okay! It’s me, it’s me!” Christian said grabbing your face trying to get you to keep looking at him. But all you could look at was her.

The panic in your body shifted to anger. Giving Christian a venomous look.

“What the fuck is she doing here Ian?” you nearly yell at him swatting his hands off of you. Your heart was raising like crazy and all the emotions you felt before you collapsed came rushing back, making your blood boil even more.

“Babe calm down. Please” He begs putting his hands in front of him, showing you he won’t touch you anymore. “We don’t know how much you’ve hurt yourself yet. If you don’t calm down, it’ll get worse” he says cautiously looking at you.

You fainted or blacked out. Guessing the lack of sleep and malnutrition mixed with shock had gotten the best of you.

“He’s right, you must’ve hit your head pretty hard on the tile floor when you fainted.” She says cocking her head sideways while crossing her arms.

You look at her again and jump up, ready to rip her extensions out of her head when you suddenly feel light headed again.

Christian immediately jumped up when you did, and when he noticed your legs were giving out on you he caught you. Making you sit down again while he knelt in front of you.

Yura took a step back with, startled at your actions.

“You need to see a doctor” he says putting one hand on your thigh and another one on your waist

“No, you need to tell me why she was sleeping in your god damn bed” you say angrily and look down at his hand, smacking it away again. “And don’t fucking touch me Christian!” you yell at him this time.

He sighed. “I was going to tell you when you had fully calmed down and had some food, I swear.”

You only look at him, the both of you completely ignoring Yura’s existence.

Eventually Christian turned around, looking at her. “Could you leave us alone for a minute?”

Your eyes don’t leave him. You refuse to look at her. Knowing it would just make you more and more angry.

“Sure.” Her voice sounded sad for some reason. He waited until she was out of the room and diverted his attention back to you.

He looked at you, still knelt down in front of you. Not knowing how to start.

You looked straight into his eyes and crossed your arms. “I don’t think you quite understand how much it takes from me not to slap you across the face right now” you eventually say still looking straight at his face.

He sighed getting up and sitting beside you on the couch again.

This time you don’t look at him. The silence made it impossible for you to ignore the pounding pain and pressure on your head. You squint your eyes closed, trying to bare it.

“Y/n are you sure you feel fine?” he asks again just to be sure.

You know it’s childish but you don’t answer him. Not until he explains.

He sighs after realizing you won’t talk to him and he leans back, running his hand through his hair.

“She’s been staying here ever since that night” he finally says.

You slowly turn your head, looking at him, but this time he didn’t look at you.

“She was so drunk when I got back, the YG staffs were nowhere to be found so I just decided to take her home and let her sleep it off but then she told me I couldn’t take her home.”

You just look at him, waiting for him to continue. He finally looks back at you, trying to see if you had calmed down but your jaw was still clenched.

He took a deep breath closing his eyes for a few seconds and opening them again. Looking to the floor.

“Her parents kicked her out because she kept being a YG trainee a secret from them. When it was all over the news that YG was going to debut her, her father found out. They’re really conservative and don’t want her to be an idol or anything like that. Her dad is a lawyer, so he expected her to become one too. Her mom hasn’t even spoken to her about it.”

You unclench your jaw, relaxing a little bit. Looking at the floor not knowing how to feel anymore.

“Keep explaining” you finally say.

His eyes quickly darted back to yours, surprised you spoke to him, but he looked away again when he continued talking.

“She slept at the company or at a staff members’ house, but the staff member told her that she could only stay for a few weeks and when those weeks passed she just stayed at the company’s training center without anyone noticing.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek and sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Because you kicked me out, remember?” he says looking back at you. You avoid his gaze, suddenly feeling guilty about the situation.

“I didn’t feel the need to tell you because I figured she’d be gone in a couple of days. You still wouldn’t answer my calls or reply to my text messages so after a while I just stopped trying. Figuring that if you wanted to talk you’d show up yourself and well” he says looking at you. “Here you are.”

Noticing how your body language looked more relaxed he decided to continue explaining.

“YG only provides living arrangements for solo artists when they’re debuted.”

“Does that mean she has to stay here longer? I mean does she really not have anyone else to ask for help?”

He chuckled. “You know, she told me she was so desperate that she was going to ask you on the next dance practice, but I told her there wouldn’t be a next one with you. It was after I dropped her from DPR”

“I still don’t understand why you did that” you say under your breath.

“Because I care about you more than any deal on the planet y/n” he says looking at you.

You brush your fingers through your hair and sigh, leaning your elbow on your thigh to rest your head in your hand for support. As your hand touches your head you feel a bump growing on the side of your head.  You flinch as you touch the painful area, trying to act as natural as possible before he noticed you were in pain, but your movements didn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you okay?” he asked sitting up, grabbing your wrist.

“I’m fine.” You say yanking your hand out of his hold.

“You should have told me the minute I walked in” you say staring into distance.

“I see that now, yeah.” He says rolling his eyes. “Uhggg how did I get myself into this mess” he groans throwing his head back onto the couch.

You don’t respond to him and play with your fingers in your lap.

“Where do you sleep” you ask, needing to know the answer desperately.

“The couch” he answered calmly. “I’m barely home and neither is she, this is just a place where I sleep and wash up that’s it, I rarely run into her.”

“I still don’t like it Ian” you close your eyes. “Literally out of all the people on the planet it just has to be her.”

He sat up looking at you. “She’s really not as bas as she seems y/n, I know that’s probably the last thing you want to hear but the whole façade that everyone seems to think is her personality, is fake. It’s just a defense mechanism so no one can get close enough to hurt her feelings.”

He’s right. You really don’t want to hear about how the girl you dislike, who sleeps in his bed and lives in the same space as him; may not be as bad as she seems.

“How much longer?” you ask.

“She said she’ll be outta here in a week, her sister will return from her overseas trip so she’ll stay with her until debut” he explains

Another week? Even though Christian might not have the intention to win her over anymore it still bothered you to your core. Christian has the annoying habit of being a chick magnet. All it takes is being nice for them to fall in love, and even though Yura has a dating ban, you see the way she looks at him.

Your thoughts hurt your heart. You know he didn’t do much wrong…this time.

You’ve heard enough. Unable to handle more information for now.

“I’m going home” you say slowly getting up.

Christian’s eyes shoot up to you, standing up just as quick.

“You are in no condition to drive. You still haven���t eaten, and I’m a thousand percent sure you have some type of a concussion.” He says standing in front of you.

“I’ll just call a cab then” you say trying to walk passed him, but he stops you by grabbing your wrist again.

“No. I don’t want you to be alone.” He says letting go of you.

“Stay” he simply says giving you a hopeful look, hoping that your tired and unstable self would just agree even though he knew that your stubbornness wouldn’t.

“Not while she’s here Christian.” You say. “I just need space. A shower and my own bed.”

“Then I’ll go with you” he tries again, but you simply shake your head declining his offer.

Christian gave up, knowing you wouldn’t listen to him. He decided to do something he wished he didn’t have to do, asking Dabin for help.

The thought of you being alone worried him more than the thought of Dabin spending the night at your place. He knew Dabin would never leave your side if he heard that you hurt yourself, and he was also the only person he could trust to take care of you right now that you wouldn’t decline.

After Christian told you Dabin was on his way to pick you up, you relax. Feeling comfort thinking of him being here soon.

Waiting for him you finally gave in to your heavy eyelids and pounding head. Falling asleep on Christian’s couch.

You open your eyes slowly, feeling like you were being moved quickly.

Your eyes slowly adjust to the night sky, looking out the window of a familiar car watching other cars drive by in the opposite direction. You were on the high way, on the way home.

You felt nice and warm due to an unfamiliar leather jacket wrapped around your frame, blinking a few more times before you finally look beside you.

It’s Dabin, focused on the road ahead of him.

You shift in your seat, the noise alerting him as he looks at you. Giving you a warm smile as your eyes meet.

“Hey there” he says not too loud and not too soft.

“Hi” your voice was barely audible but you try to crack a weak smile at him.

“Aigoo” he chuckles. “You look like you’ve been through world war 3” he says looking back at the road again.

“I have” you joke clearing your throat a little.

“We’re going to the doctor first thing in the morning you hear me?” he says a little angry. “How do you not take care of yourself enough to the point where you faint y/n?”

You just nod like a little kid being told off, looking at your expression his face softens, sighing at the sight of you.

“But first you need lots of sleep okay?” he says steering with one hand and softly petting your head with his other.

He accidently touches the bump on your head making you flinch. You smack his arm in response.

“Ouch!” you whine.

“Fuck, Sorry. I forgot.” He says putting both of his hand back on the steering wheel again.

You enter your apartment. The smell of amber and vanilla welcomes you. You inhale and exhale deeply, feeling comfortable to be back home.

Dabin walked closely behind you, watching your every move.

“I’m okaaaay” you sigh, annoyed at his tense behavior.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat?” he asks putting your handbag down on your kitchen counter.

“I just want to shower and go to sleep.”

“Okay, but eh y/n don’t lock the bathroom door just in case, alright?” he says sitting down on your couch and turning on the TV.

You roll your eyes and chuckle. “I won’t collapse again. I promise”

“You better not” he says following your movements with his eyes.  

After you shower and put on your pajama’s you feel at least a hundred times better.

Dabin convinced you to eat a protein bar you had laying around before you went to sleep, and you had to admit. Even though the sight of it made you want to puke, you did feel better after consuming it.

He made sure your phone was in your charger. He even tidied your place up a bit when you were already sleeping.

He returned to your room, walking towards your bedside table, turning of the little light you always had on to fall asleep.

“Sleep tight y/n” he softly whispers pulling your covers over you.

He walked back to your living room, getting comfortable on your couch, reaching for his phone to text Christian, knowing he would be stressed out of the rest of the night if he didn’t know how you were doing right now.

Dabin opened the door for Christian. He walked in with bags filled with take out.

Dabin rubbed his hands together taking the food from Christian. “Fooo-ooood” Dabin says overjoyed as he walks towards your kitchen immediately. Christian just chuckled, taking off his shoes.

He walked into your living room, feeling somewhat weird being here again. The last time he was here he didn’t make it past the hallway.

He sighs walking towards Dabin, sitting down on one of the high stools behind your breakfast bar.

“Is she still asleep?” he asks watching Dabin devour the food already.

“Yah-yah-yah! Chew before you swallow” Christian says throwing a napkin at Dabin’s face.

“I’m hangry leave me alone.” Dabin says catching the napkin to wipe his mouth.

Christian leaned back on the stool. “Is she?”

Dabin simply nods as he takes another bite of his burrito.

Christian got up “I’ll go check on her” he says walking towards your bedroom leaving Dabin alone with his food.

He opened the door slightly and put his head through, checking to see if you were still asleep, and you were.

He walked in, slowly closing the door behind him, sitting down on the bed beside you.

He smiled looking at your sleeping state. He sweetly put your hair out of your face and put some strands of hair behind your ear. Taking his hand down further to caress your back.

He suddenly felt your fingers intertwine with his other hand. And he looked down to see you looking at him.

Your sudden act of affection surprised him a little, but he understood. You were sorry for jumping to conclusions, no matter how fucked up the situation at hand is right now.

“Hey” he whispers softly squeezing your hand, lifting it up to kiss the back of your hand.

“Hi” you greet him back staring at him. Your voice was raspy and low from just waking up.

“Can I join?” he asked giving you a little smile.

You nod shyly and scooch over.

He quickly got under the covers with you, you lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arm around his waist. He also wrapped his arm around yours, running his fingers through your hair the way you like it, making sure to avoid the bump on the side of your head.

He kissed your forehead. Closing his eyes. This is the first peaceful moment in forever.

Christian sighs, opening his eyes again after a minute or two.

“How do we get back to where we were?” he asks, mostly to himself but also to you.

You open your eyes hugging him tighter, not wanting to return to reality where your relationship is still too difficult to comprehend.

“Baby steps” you say. “It’ll take time”

“Luckily we have plenty of time.” He says caressing your back again. “I promise I won’t be a fuck up anymore. But you have to promise me that if something happens, you have to give me a chance and let me explain.”

You nod against his chest. Closing your eyes again

A week has passed.

Today was the day that Yura would move out as promised. Christian and you have been slowly working on your relationship again, taking it day by day. You have talked some things through and you made it clear to him that mending your trust would take time. He has been amazing to you though. Always checking in on you and calling, bringing over food because he knew you’d be too busy to cook. You even started tagging each other in meme’s again. 

You had a mild concussion from your fall, and were able to go back to work after just a few days of bed rest. You ate and slept a lot through these days, trying to get yourself back to optimum health before you got back to work.

Dabin and Christian would take turns to check on you, the first day it was cute, but on the third and last day it started to get annoying how they wouldn’t leave you alone.  It felt like old times though. How you would just laugh and mess around with each other. You smiled to yourself, thinking back to last night when the three of you watched a horror movie together and how Ian and Dabin would jump, scream and hug each other out of fear. Pussy’s. 

You park your car and get out, closing the door. 

You arrived at the YG training center. Taking in a deep breath before you entered.

You decided to give Yura another chance. Feeling bad for her with everything that has been going on in her life. You enter the dance studio and see her sitting down, stretching, just like you always told her to do before practices. She looked at you surprised when you walked in. Standing up immediately.

“Oh…eonnie…What are you doing here?” she asks cautiously.

You place down your bag walking to the sound system to connect your phone to it.

“Sorry I’m late” is all you say.

She immediately got the hint. Her confused and cautious facial expression shifted to a slight smile.

“T-thank you eonnie, I’m really sorry about everything that happened, I never intended to come between the two of you and- “

you stop her from talking anymore. Not wanting to ruin your good mood.

“Let’s put that behind us. We both acted crazy.” You sitting down on the floor with her.

“Christian oppa was the only person willing to help me out. I would have asked you too but we weren’t exactly getting along well…”

“You know, I would have let you stay with me. Not out of pity, but because that would make me a lot more comfortable than knowing you were with him every single night.” You say honestly.

She blinks a few times at your words. “I did like him.” She suddenly says.

You look up at her, surprised at her confession. “You did?”

“The first night” she sighs “The first night I tried to come on to him but he declined me, telling me he was already seeing someone.” She says looking to the floor.

“Wait what?” you say trying to get her to tell you more.

“When Christian oppa told me he was seeing you, I was so sad. I immaturely put his clothes on when I came to the meeting, knowing you’d be there.” She says embarrassed looking to the floor.

You just stare at her. Unable to wrap your head around her words, you just burst out laughing.

She looks at you surprised and awkwardly laughs with you.

“I’m still…really sorry eonnie” she says.

“It’s okay. I know how easy it is to fall for him” you say stretching your legs. “Let’s begin okay?”

You drank some water and sat down on a bench looking at Yura lay on the floor spreading her arms and legs, panting out of exhaustion.

“You did well today” you say taking another sip before throwing the water bottle to her so she could have a sip.

She caught it with both hands, quickly drinking out of it as if she had been dehydrated for a couple of days.

“I tried extra hard today” she says getting up and stretching out.

“You better. I would have walked right out again if you didn’t” you say in your teacher like tone.

Your phone rang, it was Christian.

“Hey, where are you? I’m at your house but you’re nowhere to be found.” He says.

You quickly look at Yura who was on her own phone, probably going through social media.

“I’m at YG” you say

He didn’t respond.

“…Ian?” you ask.

“uhh why?” he eventually answered.

“I’m giving Yura another chance.” You say, hearing her name she looked up at you. Knowing who you were on the phone with she paid a little more attention.

“I figured that if I could give you another chance than I could give her one too.” You say pursing your lips together.

Yura smiled to herself at your words, and focused back on her phone again.

“Does…that mean…you’re back with DPR?” he asks cautiously.

You sigh. “Yes”

“Oh my god!” he nearly screams through the phone. Ecstatic and relieved.

You hold the phone a little further from your ear at his loud voice. “If that’s okay with you of course” you say teasing him a little.

“Of course it is. Without a doubt. No fucking question about it.”

You were happy that he was happy again. Things really were slowly getting back to normal, he might even still have a chance to direct her mv.

“I’ll be there in 10” he says hanging up.

You chuckle at your phone and put it down.

“Was that Christian oppa?” Yura asked getting up.

You just nod and give her a soft smile. “He’ll be here soon, If you freshen up we’ll give you a ride to your sisters place. “

She nods, taking her towel and her phone “Thanks eonnie” she says walking to the ladies’ room to change in clean non-sweat-drenched clothes.

You close your eyes, content with being alone in silence for a little bit. How did all of this happen in just 10 days. You feel like the past two weeks were just as long as two months.

After exactly 10 minutes Christian and Dabin walked in. You greet both of them with hugs and they sit down on the floor with you, waiting for Yura.

“This is literally the last place I expected to find you in” Dabin says scratching his head.

“I decided to be the bigger person” you say shrugging.

Christian just smiled at you, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“Stop that shit, not in front of me.” Dabin says dramatically waving his hands around.

The both of you just chuckle, when finally Yura walks in. The look in her eyes alerted the three of you.

“We have a problem” she says in a panicked voice.

The three of you got up, walking over to her when she shows all of you an article on her phone.

“Former Kpop Idol and now director Christian Yu dating Kim Yura. YG’ Entertainments new gem.” you read out loud.

Christian’s eyes widened and so did Dabin’s. You swallow harshly. Oh fuck no.

“What the f-“ Christian says not finishing his sentence, taking Yura’s phone from her.

He clicked on the aticle to see what it says.

“Kim Yura was allegedly spotted going in and out of his house for 10 days in a row, confirming the fact that Kim Yura and Christian Yu, formerly known as Rome from C-Clown share an intimate relationship together.” He reads out loud.

He scrolled down. Looking at the “proof” seeing dispatch photos of the both of them outside of his house.

“This was today…when I helped her move her stuff to her sisters’ place.” he says still not believing his eyes.

Christian’s eyes dart to you, checking your facial expression. But your attention was diverted to Yura, who was now crying.

You rub her back trying to comfort her. “Oh my god if my manager sees this. If Yang Hyun Suk sajang-nim sees this!” she says choking up.

Dabin stood there awkwardly. Not knowing what to do given the fact he didn’t know Yura all too well.

“I’ll get you some water” he says escaping the scene.

Christian sat down on the bench. Looking at Yura crying on your shoulder.

This is literally the worst thing that could happen to a rookie idol. Dating scandals were awful to begin with, especially when they weren’t true, but try to explain that to the media and the public.

You felt bad for her, Christian wouldn’t suffer much damage from this, none at all actually. Maybe people in the industry would talk but he could simply clarify the situation to them. If anything this was publicity for him, but for her. Her whole world must be falling apart.

At that Dabin returns with a man behind him. He awkwardly stood behind Christian. Wrapping his arms around Christian’s neck, watching the scene unfold.

It was Lee Hyung Suk, Yura’s manager.

“I saw the article” he says dryly.

Yura looked to the floor facing him. “I-it’s not true”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT’S TRUE OR NOT. HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!?” He yelled at her.

She squinted her eyes closed, ready to take a verbal beating but you stepped in front of her.

“Hey, if you would have just arranged a place for her to live none of this would have happened.” You say angrily.

Dabin, Christian, Yura and her manager looked at you with a surprised expression on their faces.

Who would’ve thought you out of all people, would defend Kim Yura.

“Excuse me young lady?” he says looking you in the eye. He’s scary. Really scary. “We can just tell them the truth right? About her parents” You eventually say.

“Absolutely not. Having a rebellious daughter who disobeys the wishes of her parents is far worse than a dating scandal. We can make a better story out of this” he says as if it’s no big deal.

“A better story?” Christian asks getting up.

“Let’s just go with it for a while” Her manager says, looking at Christian.

“If we take this opportunity and mold it our own way we could take this ‘scandal’ and turn it into something worthwhile for the both of you”

Yura stayed quiet, quickly looking at you and Christian.

“Let’s just go with it.” Her manager says again.

Christian looked at him startled. “I don’t…” he starts. “If you don’t want to that’s fine also, but that means you’ll ruin her career before it has even begun.” Hyung Suk states crossing his arms.

“Oppa” Yura says. All of you look at her. “I know I have asked the world from you already. But if you do this for me, I promise I will never bother you again. I just really don’t know what to do anymore.” She says as tears fall down her face.

You take a step back, looking at Christian with burning eyes but he didn’t look back at you. Dabin looked at you knowing that if Christian agreed on doing this. Your heart would break, again.

He walked towards Yura, wiping her tears away.

“Stop crying.” He says letting go of her and looking at Lee Hyung Suk. “Well?” Hyung suk asks.

You close your eyes.

“Fine” Christian says “I’ll do it.”

Chapter 5 

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Christian Yu: What’s On Sight (3)

CHRISTIAN YU x READER x JAY PARK

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7  // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9  

WARNING: Just some curse words in some part. (sorry)

A/N: (Nhaks lakas maka-A/N HAHA!) First of all, I want to apologize if anyone one of you been waiting for this update for so long (but its only bout a week. haha) anyways, here’s the CHAPTER 3. It’s a bit long due to full of convo. If you might get bored along the way, im sorry. But please do read till the end. <3 HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT. <3

Also, just keep in mind that English is not my native language so there might be some spelling and grammar error. Sorry for my lack of talent and I promise to work hard on this. Thank you and please enjoy. Any feedback is well loved. <3

Your sleep has been broke when your mobile rang.

 You open your eyes and immediately saw the digital clock on your bedside and saw its still 6 in the morning.

 You plan to just ignore the call, but when you remember that it might be Christian calling, you felt some chills run thru your body and thinking that he’s already on the Arrival of the airport waiting. You suddenly reach it.

 As you check the caller ID, Jamie name is on the screen.

 You felt relieved. And sad.

 “Hello?” you answered without energy for the lack of sleep.

 “Good morning to you too Madam.” Jane said in a full of energy.

 “Hah! What’s up Jamie? It’s better to be a good one on this early morning.”

“Well, I guess it’s good and a bit of bad.”

  “Fine. Nowadays I don’t think anything will surprise me after what happened yesterday. So tell me.”

  “Okay. First thing is that friend of yours who you asked me to look up his flight details, luckily I contact Rafael during his shift so he gave me the info and as he checks there’s two flight schedule under the same name and -” You cut her off on what she is saying.

 “What?!” ‘What the heck does he thinking booking in two flights.’

 “Heh Heh - and as I was talking to Rafael that time, the last additional booking been confirmed. Meaning that friend of yours check-in at that moment.”

  “And what time does he be arriving here Jamie? Please just tell me and I think my head will explode any moment.”

  “That will be exactly 30 minutes ago since his plane arrived at the airport.”

 “The fudge Jamie! Why did you just call me now?! Haaaish!” You got off from your bed fast as if it’s on fire.

  “Chill Madam, here’s the good thing. I have the idea that after that sudden visit from your father and that fine man yesterday you’ll be staying awake for the whole night. So.. as a good friend of yours, I took the liberty of picking up your friend and I’m currently driving my way to the arrival now.” Hearing that, you felt relieved and thankful for Jamie. “What’s his name again -” You heard some flipping papers.

 “Christian.” You continued.

 “Yeah. Also known as Mr. Ba Rom Yu. Gosh, being Korean must be cool, you can have two names.” You gave in for a small laugh. “Anyways, while I pick him up could you make your self-be at your gorgeous form for I already booked the two of you a breakfast reservation at the restaurant just in front your building. Or you just want me to bring him up there in your apartment?” You heard her laugh.

 “You’re crazy Jamie! But thank you so much for this.”

  “You’re thanking me because I will bring him up in your apartment?” You can’t help but laugh as well. “Well, I just parked my car and I’m on my way in the Arrival section.”

 “Okay. I’ll get a quick shower and just wait for you both at the restaurant. Thank you again, friend.”

  “No worries. Oh! I almost forgot.”

  “What is it?”

 “Could you possibly send me any current picture of this friend of yours? So I won’t look so clueless while waiting for him. And I bet that he doesn’t expect that someone will pick him up.”

  “Sure no problem. I’ll just send you now.”

  “That would be great.”

  “Later then.” You’re about to end the call when she says something.

 “Wait Y/N!”

  “What is it?” You asked on confuse.

 “You’re sure his just a friend? Nothing more?” You can imagine that she’s smiling like an idiot.

 “Oh, Jamie! You and your filthy mind. He’s a fri-” You pause for a moment because something inside you is against on what you about to say. “- a dear friend of mine, okay?”

 “Okay, okay. So he’s a dear friend. In short, he’s just a friend who’ll visit you all of a sudden?”

  “Jamie?”

  “Yes?”

  “Can you continue interrogating me, maybe later? Or just after you pick him up and when we meet at the restaurant? You see, I can’t really do anything while you’re asking me these questions.”

 “Oh yeah, sorry about that Madam. Okay then, see you.” You heard her laugh and you end the call.

 After the call, you immediately send the picture of Christian on your Camera roll to Jamie.

You inhale then exhale for two to three times before you finally move yourself to take a short shower.

 While drying your hair, your eyes is busy assessing your closet on what to wear and checking your phone time to time.

 Finally, over the clothes you have (you’re not that really into buying many clothes. and fashion for you is wearing anything comfy) not that many to choose from. You settled for an off-shoulder top, a ripped jeans and white rubber shoes.

 Not so over the top, just casual enough for just a breakfast. And hell, why am I so conscious of what I’m going to wear?! Just relax Y/N. Damn Jamie, she got you on her plan thinking that this is a date or something. But you’ll be meeting with Christian.

 Christian, your dumb friend for so long.

Christian who confesses his feeling towards you not to long ago.

Christian Yu who came to Dubai from Seoul just to have a clear talk to you.

BaRom Yu who now gives you this different feeling every time he crosses your damn mind.

 It’s either your mind gone filthy or just gave up due to overthinking.

 You took the last look on your body size mirror before heading outside your apartment towards the restaurant just in front of your apartment.

 You send a message to Jamie that you’re on your way to the restaurant.

 You can’t stop looking over the entrance of the restaurant (or more likely coffee shop but looks like a restaurant for its very sophisticated interior) you’re in every time you heard the waiter in front welcoming every customer’s coming in.

 You force yourself to focus on something else besides looking over the entrance, you unconsciously tapping your fingers on the table as if you’re playing the piano. And your eyes wondered on the menu on the table. You ordered already when you came in but still asked the waitress to leave the menu for Christian might want something else.

 As you take a zip on your Americano, you received a message. In the thought of it might be Jamie, you checked the screen immediately. But it’s not from Jamie.

With that, you automatically grab your shoulder bag and walk-run towards the exit of the restaurant slash the cafe Jay mentioned.

 While saying a few things to the waiter in the entrance, you immediately call Jamie.

 “Where are you now?” You immediately asked cutting her hello when she answers your call.

 “Wow! Are you that excited Madam?” She laughs.

 But you’re in a hurry and your mind is going insane. “Seriously Jamie. Cut it. This is important. So tell me.”

 As if she somehow felt something is wrong on the way you respond to her, she gets serious.

 “Just a few blocks away. Why?”

  “Is that Y/N?” You are about to jaywalk when you heard Christian voice.

 Jamie’s about to answer him when “NO! Don’t tell him that it’s me!” 'What the fudge am I saying?!’

  “Wait. What?!” Jamie ignores Christian’s question.

 “Never mind.”

 “Are you sure?” Jamie sound worried.

 “Yeah. I’m doomed anyway. Haaaish!” You screamed not too loud for anyone but you and Jamie to hear.

 You heard he laugh. As you check the road before running towards the entrance of your apartment building.

 “Just gonna take this left turn, then we’re there.” She informed you.

 “Okay. I need you to just listen okay? Don’t overreact and don’t let Christian know. Just yes or no. You got it?” You strictly tell her. And she knew that this is no time for a joke so she said yes.

 “I just left the restaurant.”

  “Okay.”

 “Apparently,  Jay message me saying that he’s in my apartment lobby. And he asked me to eat in the same restaurant.” You heard Jamie Hummed, while your eyes are busy scanning the lobby. But you can’t find Jayfreakin Park.

 You went directly to the front desk.

 “Excuse me?”

 “Yes, good morning Miss. Y/L/N”

  “Yea. Did someone asked for me today?”

 As he checked the list, Jamie informs you that they’re in front of the restaurant. Meaning, just outside.

You looked outside and saw Jamie’s car and saw Christian on the passenger seat.

He is wearing a black cap and a black t-shirt. Even you’re far and your site is not that clear anymore, you can still see how fine looking and handsome he is just like the time you saw him.

You notice that Christian is roaming the sidewalks so when he’s about to look at your way, you immediately turn around.

 'Fudge! I’m acting as if I’m a criminal or something. I hate this!’

 “Jamie, you there?”

  “Yes.”

  “So, here’s the plan.”

  “Well,  it’s about time.”

 The receptionists inform you that Jay asked you apartment number and probably already there and endlessly pushing the doorbell. So you head for the elevator and pressed for the 15th floor.

 “Ssssh! So, just take Christian for breakfast. And if I can’t make it still, then just settle him in my apartment. Just tell him that I had some urgent meeting that needs to attend to. He will understand it for sure.”

  “Okay, got it.”

  “One more thing Jamie, NEVER LET CHRISTIAN OFF YOUR SIGHT.”

 “Whaaaaaaat?!”

 You dropped the call, and turned your mobile to silent mode.

The elevator chimed and it slides open. Along the hall, you saw a man standing in front of your door. As you walk towards him, somehow he felt someone is coming near him so he looked at your way.

 His face expression turned from surprise to amazement?

 Now that you’re getting closer to him. You suddenly notice what he’s wearing. Faith? Soulmate? Destiny? And your mind cursed that too many you lost count.

“Hey there baby girl.” he greeted you with his million dollar smile.

 You’re about to say something back when he suddenly came closer. You froze. Talk about personal space. He gave you a peck on your cheeks.

 He grinned and licked his lips when he saw your reaction after.

 “What brings you here this early Oppa?” you asked when you try to recover from what he did.

 “Well, I taught you already seen my text giving the fact that you’re holding your phone.” He smirked when he saw how you react to his statement.

 You sighed deeply. Can’t believe he manages to make you surrender that easily. For the first time, your mind and body felt so drained. This change of events has taken a toll on you.

 As much as you hate it but you surrender. Thinking that Christian is just across the street. And Jay might see him. God knows what will happen once this two see now.

 Actually, you don’t have any idea, but you can’t take any risk now.

 “Hey Y/N? Did you hear what I just said?”

 You shake your head. And he laughs.

 “Aigoooo~ I guess I’m not the only one who didn’t get any sleep last night.” Then he reached for my head just to make my hair a mess.

 “Oppa!” You attempt to punch him but he easily avoids it. “Haaaaish! Whatever. I’m hungry!” And then you turn around and walk towards the elevator.

 “Wait up baby girl. Where are you going? This is your apartment right?” he said while walking quickly to catch up to you.

 “WRONG! So don’t go here ever again without informing me first or you might get a ban in this building.”

 You pressed B1 on the elevator.

 “Why B1?” He’s about to press G but you stop him. He looked at you surprised.

AWKWARD.

You quickly looked away and leaving his hand hanging. He chuckled.

“As if they can ban me, The Jay Park.” he softly bumps you on your shoulder just to make you react on his very lame joke.

 “Well, that just sounds like some literal park.” And you stick out your tongue to him.

 “Kyeopta..”

 You just shut your mouth and tilt your head to the side. Trying to forget how his words affect you.

 “Y/N?”

 You look at him as a reaction.

 He is about to tell something when the elevator chimed and slides open.

 Without any thought, you walked out and went to your parked car.

 “Where are you talking me? Don’t tell me we’re going to elope?”

 You tried to hold your laugh and say something to know that you’re mad, but when you looked at him you just can’t. He looked so so.. liked a kid.

 Fudge. I think this will be the death of me.

  Please, somebody, save me..

TO BE CONTINUE…

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7  // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9

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PERSONAL STATEMENT

I am currently in my 2nd year of a Fine Art BA (Hons) degree, at Cambridge School of Art (Anglia Ruskin University).. I am happy with my studies in Cambridge, and fine art has proved to be just right for me, however about four months ago, I moved to London due to the wish of being surrounded by a more creative environment as well as having the opportunity to visit exhibitions and cultural events more frequently. To get more creative impulses, get challenged and work in an environment I feel is fully academic stimulating is very important for me whilst I studying Fine Art. I am convinced that your university will fulfil my wish. This is very important to me, whilst studying the subject I do, and I have decided that it would be best for me to do a transfer to London. Knowing the good reputation of your university and the Fine Art course there, I would be so happy to get the opportunity to do my 3rd year with you. I began my studies in Cambridge creating pieces that was mainly influenced by an experienced I had when I was 15, being a victim of a terror attack that took place in Norway in 2011. Abstracted work consisting of an assemblage of fragments, using materials such as tarpaulin, canvas, cardboard, plastic, tins and embroidery. Surface, texture , painterly and sculptural elements was and still is fundamental. I soon expanded my subject matter, on not limiting my practice only by responding to own personal trauma, bur rather responding more general to my political concerns in relation to conflict, terror and trauma. The idea of destruction; ripping things apart followed by bringing them together is something I find fascinating, in comparison with how the world is constantly being ripped apart and how we are then trying to heal the wounds. In my 2nd year I have developed these ideas, now creating more installation / 3D pieces. Grammar of repetition, singular forms verses multiple elements is explored as well as language approached in an indirect way. I am interested in creating a psychological space where a non-literal translation of maps and a psycho geography of making, doing and acting is part of it. The traumatic wound mediates the decision making process as well as a political and social context which is key to my work. Using my own traumatic experience to deal with the political landscape. Even though my practice is mainly installation based, drawing remains vital from an idiosyncratic and personal position, as well as form, colour and composition. Artists currently inspiring me is among others Carter, Joyce Kozloff (mapping works ), Thomas Hirschhorn, John Bock, Alexandra Bircken and Nil Yalter and Jocum Norstrom and Rachel Harrison. The concept of psycho-geography, found materials and the notion of trauma and identities are concepts I would like to continue to look into. In addition I would like to do further exploration in terms of scale, form and composition. Tointegrate sound into my pieces is something I am trying out at the moment, and is something I would like to develop further as well as expanding my use of various materials. I am especially exited for the module Art Practice, Philosophy and Exhibition module, and I am currently working on different ideas the dissertation I am going to write. I am positive, open-mined and hard-working. I am always eager to learn and motivated to develop my visual language an artist, both in terms of contextual framework and practical studio work. I am a sociable person, and have the ability to work both alone and in teams.

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