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honestly takes me forever. I have my one set colour palette that I know works well and I keep on using it cause I'm colourblind and colours are hard
#Colour Blind Pal App my beloved what would i do without you#also annoying everyone I know on main and asking if the colours look good 5 times a day#it was a struggle actually to find out what colour Mike's pullover is cause everyone i asked said something different#because the shitty bts pics were so blurry#thank you Rhiannon for discussing with me what colour Will's pants are for a solid 30 minutes in the middle of the night#thank you i love you#ask
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The Brothers and Side Characters Play Ticket To Ride
Guess who just had a family game night and decided this would be a good idea? Meeeeee!
Last Minute Road/Track Buyer (Lucifer)
This smug son of a bitch doesnât even complete his trip cards. He just amasses a massive deck of cards and then buys all of the five and six roads, effectively messing up everyoneâs strategies.
Luci would have a good poker face if it werenât for how giddy he gets when he sees the hope drain from his opponents faces as he takes the coveted fifteen point six road.
His main colour is black because heâs an emo bitch.
Lucifer can and Lucifer will take that two road you need to connect your trains, thus ruining everyoneâs lives.
He basks in the chaos and rage like a god before Beel tells him that heâs eaten all the game night chips.
Heâll win sometimes, but his lack of trip cards will often be his downfall. Lucifer is just here to fuck everyone over.
FUCK YOU! DONâT YOU DARE TAKE THAT CARD- (Mammon)
Mammonâs greedy little heart sank when he heard that Monopoly had been passed over for family game night, but he caught onto the rules of Ticket to Ride very quickly.
Being the gambler he is, Mammonâs poker face is completely god-tier⊠except when he has all the cards needed to make his road or someone else takes the cards he needs.
Levi is often the main culprit and fights have started over this.
He argues with the rules a lot if he thinks theyâre stupid, this gives Satan a migraine.
Mammon doesnât save his cards, the moment he has all the ones he needs, heâs buying his road, which is good at the beginning, but often leads to him ending up with no cards by the end.
He is SO insufferable when he wins, please beat him so we donât have to hear him gloat like an asshole.
Rule-Whore (Leviathan)
âThatâs against the rules!â âYou canât have more than three wild cards in the draw pile!â âYou need to take three trip cards!â
âŠso annoyingâŠ
Levi is such a rule whore heâll try and take the instructions from Satan, which will usually result in Levi getting socked in the jaw.
He mains blue because obviously.
Levi tends to plan out his route ahead of time, but he makes it too obvious and his roads end up getting sniped, thus rendering all the cards he had amassed completely useless.
He gets super iffy about his trains being in perfect formation both on and off the board.
Beat his ass for being annoying.
Ha! Iâve Planned for This- Aw FuckâŠ(Satan)
You fool, you stupid human, Satan had planned out his route ten years before the first turn even happened!
All he has to do now is- DID LUCIFER JUST SNIPE HIS FUCKING ROAD?!
âŠheâs cool, heâs calm. He can work around this. Satan just has to get the cards he needs- SON OF A BITCH MAMMON WHYâD YOU TAKE BOTH THE ORANGES?!
Worried about your asshole fellow players not giving you your points? Fret not, Satan has everyoneâs points memorized and will adjust accordingly. Heâs winning this fair and square.
Satan manages to win pretty frequently solely because he picks up so many trip cards and completes a good chunk of them.
Satan mains green because I said so.
Annoying Spectator (Asmodeus)
For the love of God Asmo, you arenât even playing! Shut up and go away!
He leans over peopleâs shoulders and criticizes their choices like the worldâs most annoying guardian angel⊠or demon.
âPick up red.â âAsmo, piss off.â âIâm just trying to help, Belphie! Look, Mammonâs gone and taken your road!â âI DIDNâT EVEN NEED THAT ONE!â
When Asmo does play, he doesnât play well at all, he just has the worst luck with cards and has the worst poker face.
If someone just took a card that Asmo needed, they are going to get glared at from across the table.
Almost never wins, but when he does, heâs INSUFFERABLE.
âItâs so nice to have the family together :)â (Beel)
Sweet man is just happy everyoneâs together, heâs also happy about the multiple party size bags of chips that are on the table.
Beel builds his roads from point A to point B, no fancy skipping or strategies. This often serves him quite well because he can just shift where heâs going on the fly.
Though, he does get confused on where some of the locations are, heâll end up accidentally cheating and looking at peopleâs cards when he leans over to see the whole board to try and find out where TF heâs going.
He tries to complete every trip card he has, and he mostly succeeds at that, buuuuut he never thinks to pick up more, which is his downfall.
He mains red, because Duh.
Overall, Beelâs a surprisingly formidable opponent, his resting bitch face serves him well.
â*Snrk* H-huh? What the fuck⊠whatâd I knock over? Where am I? Whose turn is it?â (Belphie)
This little shit- THIS LITTLE BASTARD FUCKS EVERYTHING UP. He falls asleep and when anyone wakes him up for his turn, he âaccidentallyâ knocks everyoneâs trains off the board.
Heâs doing terribly. Donât help him.
Belphie loses motivation the moment someone ruins his carefully formulated plan, and making a new oneâs too much work soïżœïżœïżœ *snore*
He takes what he can get with the trip cards, heâll complete the smaller ones and kind of eyeball the big ones and make it up as he goes along if everything goes to shit.
If Belphie gets bored, heâll purposefully break the rules just to piss of Levi and Satan. Heâs a little goblinâŠ
Belphie wins when he puts the work in⊠which is never.
âŠWait what? (Diavolo)
Diavolo is literally the worst at this game at first. Heâs picking up two wild cards when heâs not supposed to, heâs buying roads when itâs not his turn, he somehow messed up the points, ughâŠ
He gets really confused about the rules, heâll often interrupt people mid-turn to ask a question that spirals into a long explanation.
But when he finally understands the game⊠May the demon king have mercy on your soulsâŠ
He goes from zero to hero and crushes everyone without fail.
It doesnât matter if he had shitty luck in the beginning because heâs come back to completely ruin your entire route.
Oh, Solomon needed that road? Too bad. It belongs to Diavolo now. Give him his fucking points.
Peace between the realms can wait, heâs got noobs to pwn.
The Wise Mentor (Barbatos)
Barbatos can see the future, heâs cheating by default.
When he sort of⊠turns off his powers, people still think heâs cheating because heâs just that good at guessing where people need to go and crushing their hopes and dreams.
Except for Luke. Barbatos is teaching him how to be as brutal a player as he is. He will not crush Luke.
As good a player as Barbatos is, one bad trip card will crush his entire strategy. This may be the one time you hear him swear.
Itâs a very quiet âson of a bitch..â
Cheater. Asshole. Fight instigator. (Solomon)
Okay who the fuck invited this guy?
Better question, who the fuck let him be in charge of the cards?
Solomon cheats and lies about it, all with a smile on his face. Think you caught him? No you didnât.
He peeks at cards before he grabs them, gives people the worst possible ones for what theyâre doing, AND he gets potato chip grease all over the cards!
When heâs no my allowed to cheat, Solomonâs only half decent at the game overall. Luck is usually on his side, but sometimes luck isnât enough.
0/10 kick his shifty ass out.
âNo, stop,â *Pulls out popcorn* âDonât fight, oh no.â (Simeon)
Fucking Simeon⊠he sits back and watches the fight even though he knows he can stop it.
When heâs playing the actual game, heâs pretty average, but when he gets on a roll, oh boyâŠ
He doesnât snipe roads on purpose, but heâs gotta get where heâs going. Sorry not sorry, may the good lord bless your loser ass.
Sexy shoulder-manâs poker face isnât anything special, itâs 5/7 overall.
Simeonâs fatal flaw is that he picks up cards only when he needs them, he doesnât plan ahead, so itâs super easy to swipe the cards he needs before his turn.
He is nice enough to move everyoneâs points for them^.^ so heâs better than the rest of those dirty sinners.
âNO PLEASE I NEED THAT ROAD-â (Luke)
So you know how everyone is an awful person? This is proven whenever the gang plays Ticket to Ride with Luke.
Luke demands/begs that no one takes the roads he needs and almost no one listens.
Itâs heartbreaking to watch please give the little angel a hug.
But listen, listen, after a bit, Luke gets scary good at the game and very close to winning. His little victory dance is so fucking cute 10/10.
But oh my⊠it appears that Luke has one tiny road he needs to connect his trains⊠it would be a shame if Lucifer just⊠took that.
Luke gets petty, he just puts his hand over the spot and refuses to move it. This goes on for like five minutes until Levi brings up that itâs not even Luciferâs turn.
Gasp! Hope! Itâs Solomonâs turn- HE TOOK THE FUCKING ROAD.
âŠbetrayal.
Lukeâs moving out. He canât go back to Purgatory Hall. Heâs going to become the little Victorian street urchin he was destined to become. He is packing his little rucksack and fleeing from this household.
ââââ
I love family game nights⊠all of you should get together with your family and your squad and break out some board games. Just not Monopoly. Anything but MonopolyâŠ
#obey me#Obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date#obey me headcanons#obey me! headcanons#Obey me Lucifer#Obey me Mammon#Obey me Leviathan#Obey me Satan#Obey me Asmodeus#Obey me Beelzebub#Obey me Belphegor#Obey me Diavolo#Obey Me Barbatos#Obey me Solomon#Obey me Simeon#Obey me Luke
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LIMERENCE
(n) the state of becoming infatuated with another person
pairing: hyunjin x female reader
summary: you havenât spoken a word to hyunjin since he ghosted you after a fun new years eve together, so whatâs the worst that could happen when fate (or chaeryong,...well, same thing) pairs you up for a road trip across the country?
warnings: e2l (ish), university student!au, non idol!au ,a lot of swearing. alcohol consumption,long flashback, mentions of infidelity, hyunjin is a giggly sweetheart, smut as in: dom!hyunjin, unprotected sex (wrap it up luvs),fingering, oral (f recieving), slight choking, praise kink, hand & strenght kink (manhandleing oopsie), slight overstimulation, hyunjin is really enthusiastic about consent (as you should be, periodt), reader is nervous and scared of hyunjins big pickle (ew i hate myself), motel sex (but itâs not trashy i promise!)
8.6 k words ,meaning grab a snack and a drink,
and enjoy!<3
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"alright everyone" your professor rubs his hands together "that was it for today... i hope you all have a great break and i'm very exited to see all of you again next semester. hopefully in person again" he chuckles.
You and your classmates exchange goodbyes with him before one after the other exits the zoom call.
"fuck" you sigh after closing your laptop and lean back on your bed.
"you did it girl" your dormmate chaeryong claps, at which you giggle before shifting your eyes to her on the other side of the room.
She's sitting on her bed, folding her clothes before putting it in her suitcase thats placed in front of her.
"finally" you sit up and watch her roll up a pair of socks.
"my last class was yesterday and mrs kim teared up" she giggles "it was kinda cute not gonna lie"
"oh god" you snicker.
"hey did you find someone to take to yongin?" you ask, remebering chearyong talking about wanting to find someone to share gas expenses with in exchange for a ride to her hometown.
"oh yea, i did" she turn to you "i think you know him, seo changbin?"
You furrow your brows in thought, you feel like you've heard of the name.
"he's a music major, one year above us, hes also from yongin" she continues folding a pair of jeans "funny you'd ask actually cause he told me one of his friends was looking for a ride to seoul, isn't that where you're going?"
"Yea i was thinking about finding someone honestly because gas is really fucking expensive if you aint rich" you say, placing your laptop onto your nightstand.
"Mm you aint gotta tell me girl" chaeryong mumbles, folding a sweatshirt.
"so who's that friend?" you ask, stretching out on your bed.
"he's in his grade, hyunjin"
Your neck almost cracks from how fats you whip your head âhwang hyunjin?â
"Oh yea" she points at you "you know him?"
"unfortunately" you huff.
"o-oh, what"s the tea?" your roommate wiggles her brows at which you shake your head.
"nothing much really" you sigh, leaning back again "he's just like the most arrogant and stuck up fuckboy ever"
"wow, well thats not nothing" chaeryong laughs "any reason as to why you think that?"
"you could probably ask any girl on campus and she'll tell you the same" you scoff.
"really girl?" chaeryong squints an eye at you playfully "cause i've only heard of him being hot but never of him being a hoe. And you know i'm the first to know the hot gossip" she winks.
Laughing defeatedly, running your hand through your hair.
"it's just- we hit it off at the campus' new years eve party, like really hit it off- at least thats what i thought"
"oooh spill it spill it" chaeryong leaps over to your bed to sit at the end of it.
"well there's really not much to spill, i gave him my number and he was talking all that smack about taking me out and stuff aaand to make a long story short i never heard from him again"
"well" chaeryong speaks slowly, biting her lip guiltily "i dont think you'll be very happy about me giving changbin your number for him, then?"
"you did what???" your eyes almost pop out of your head.
"sooorryy" she jumps up from your bed, clutching her hands apologetically "i didnt know"
"aaaaarghh" you whine, burying your face in your pillow.
"maybe he won't even text you though" chaeryong tries to console you, but the damage is already done...
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unknown number - hey i got this number from changbin, i heard you're driving up to seoul, i'd love to tag along if you're looking for someone to share expenses with -recieved at 9:12 am
You huff looking at the message on your phone.
After chaeryong had left last night you really convinced yourself that he couldn't possibly dare to reach out to you.
But here you are reading his message after just waking up, and your day is already ruined.
you - who is this? - sent at 9:56 am
You know who it is, but you're not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you do.
Scoffing when he answers almost immediately.
unknown number - this is hyunjin, did i reach the right person? - recieved at 9:57 am
You have two choices at this point.
1. be petty and bitter about a boy who probably doesn't even remember you.
Or 2. move on and help someone who is also just trying to get home and also maybe get some closure.
So you curse your mother for rasing you so well and suck it up.
you - yea sure, i planned on leaving tomorrow at around 6 pm - sent at 10:02 am
Damn you and your common human decency.
he sus - oh okay great :) i only have one suitcase and a backpack btw so i wont take up alot of space or anything - recieved at 10:05 am
he sus - also i feel weird bc i dont know ur name or anything changbin literally just sent me the number and nothing else lol, also 6 sounds good should we meet at the main building then? -sent at 10:06 am
You're quite honestly not shocked that he seems nice over text because he was the same when you met on new years eve.
you - sure lets meet at the main building, my car is white and my name is y/n - sent at 10:09 am
Cringing as you press the send button because you are 99% certain he won't answer anymore; not that you'd care, obviously.
he sus - alright y/n see you tomorrow at 6 then :) - recieved at 10:14 am
You raise your brows when your phone lights up with his message, does he really not remember you?
Was he that drunk?
Well, it doesnt matter because you don't want to pay for all this gas alone and he seems to be the next best option to fix that.
So you shrug it off and get out off bed to run some last errands and start packing.
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Your heart is beating unreasonably fast when you take a turn towards the main building at 5:55 pm the next day.
Calm down y/n itâll just be 5 hours and who says you have to talk to him?
However you do know deep in your heart that you only wanted to arrive just a little early so you could complain about him being late.
That plan got cut short because your eyes fall on him as you pull up to the main building.
Heâs- oh my god heâs blonde. You stop your car and he looks up at you.
âit is you!â hyunjin smiles at you when you step out of the car.
âwho else would it be?â you ask, a little irritated at his reaction.
His face drops a bit when he sees you clearly annoyed by him, but the doesnât blame you; heâd be mad too.
You open your trunk for him to put his weirdly small suitcase into, looking him up and down as he lifts it inside.
Heâs wearing dark baggy pants and a windbreaker jacket, the top part of his chin-length blonde hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.
He seemed to have bulked up as well, shoulders looking broader than what you remember.
The hair is different than the jet black hair that you remember on him, but it suits him very well; to be honest he would look good in any hair colour, not that youâd care though.
The first thirty minutes of the ride go by agonizingly slow and in complete silence.
When you drive onto the freeway you canât take it anymore and mumble something among the lines of âwanna listen to some music?â.
You donât wait for an answer, pressing the radio button right as you finish your sentence.
âuh, actuallyâ hyunjin starts, his hand lifting to turn the radio back off, your eyes snap towards him, is he serious? Turning off your radio in your car?
âI wanted to address this situationâ he says rather quietly.
You scoff âwhat? You realized that this is awkward just now?â
âno- I mean- yes I understand why you would think that but I just really want a chance to explain myselfâ he stutters.
âexplain yourselfâ you repeat after him before mumbling âsure because thereâs so much to explainâ
âlisten, I know you think Iâm an asshole who just ghosted you b-â
âlisten, I can handle rejection, you couldâve just said that you werenât looking for something serious and I wouldâve accepted that. The thing Iâm mad about though is you literally making false promises and shitâÂ
Hyunjin blinks at you âcan I please just explain to you what happened?â
You let out a long huff âsureâ you wave your hand âgo aheadâ
âwhen you and your friends left at around 4, you wrote your number on my arm with your eyeliner, correct?â he asks.
Glancing over at him, you nod.
âafter you where gone, I was already pretty drunk but then my friends decided to drag me with them to a different party that was still goingâ you see him fiddling with his hands in your peripheral âwell I got super fucking shitfaced at that party and ended up puking on this one guys shoesâ
You raise your eyebrows and hold back a laugh, which he notices.
âits okay you can laughâ he chuckles as well.
âanyways that guy was not very happy about it and busted my lip before kicking me and my friends out, so then back in the dorm my roommate sat me in the shower because I was full of alcohol, blood and pukeâ
âewâ you chime in.
âand when I woke up the next morning your number was goneâ hyunjin looks over at you âwe donât have any mutual friends, I didnât know what your major is so I couldnât even asks for you in the administrating office, and then the covid lockdown happened and here we areâ
âyou called the administrating office?â you look over at him, he nods a little smile on his stupid pretty lips.
âyep, so, sorry to tell you but your eyeliner is not waterproofâ he jokes at which you playfully knit your brows at him.
âbelieve me, I wanted to text you. I really wanted to take you out; and when you sent me your name yesterday I didnât know if this was a lucky coincidence or if youâre a different y/n, thatâs why I didnât say anythingâ he explains.
You take a deep breath as you realize you have to apologize for going off on him just now, you believe him but you hate apologizing.
âwell, I feel like an ass for going off on you like that after hearing all thisâ you chuckle âIâm sorryâ you eye him shortly before looking back on the road.
âitâs okay, you donât have to apologize I get how it looked, very much susâ he laughs with you.
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Coming back to your car after you took a bathroom break on a highway rest-stop, you see hyunjin sitting in the drivers seat.
âwhat do you think youâre doing?â you smile as you sit down on the passenger seat.
âI thought maybe youâd like to sleep since its dark already and youâve been driving for almost 3 hoursâ he suggests while putting on his seatbelt.
âwell, I wont say no to thatâ you shrug and put your seatbelt on as well.
âso when did you go blonde?â you ask curiously.
âuh- around end of juneâ hyunjin chuckles âit was a dare if Iâm being honest but I ended up liking it and got it redoneâ
âoh okayâ you check out his profile once more and follow his hair with your eyes âI like itâ
âyea?â
âyea, which is weird cause Iâm usually not into blondes at allâ you wonder.
âhmâ he grins âmust be me thenâ he says before winking at you.
âpfff, in your dreamsâ you rebuttal playfully, at which he laughs and mumbles a âtrueâ.
You donât react to it because you think your ears are playing tricks on you.
âhey I have a question tooâ hyunjin says.
âwhatâs upâ you lean your arm against the window as you look over at him.
His face is slightly lit by the lights of the other cars, no seriously, how can a side profile be so perfect?
âwhy did you even agree to take me with you if you thought I ghosted you?â he grins.
You laugh âwell, Iâm a nice person and I know not a lot of people there are from seoul and my mom raised me right, okay?â
âokay okayâ he giggles, the way his eyes crinkle when he does makes you smile everytime.
âorâŠdid you have such a good time with me on new years that you just had to jump on this opportunity?â he quips, carefully stealing a peek at you.
âsure, why do you think I was so upset when you didnât textâ you feign sadness.
The both of you laugh before falling into comfortable silence.
When looking outside your window, you think back to said new years eve.
-(flashback)
âoh my godâ you said, stepping into the big hall that usually is the universities gym. But whoever planned this outdid themselves.
A dj was placed on one of the tribunes and a whole buffet of drinks and punches on the other, as well as a big disco ball hanging from the ceiling, making the room shimmery and shiny.
You could see people coming out of the doors that connected into the universities hall on one side and into the locker rooms on the others, as if it wasnât already packed.
âthis is fucking insaneâ lia, your roommate from last semester, squeaked while grabbing your arm and jumping a little, her voice overpowering the blasting music..
âI wanna get fucking hammered tonightâ you turned to her.
âoh babe donât worry, Â we didnât come here to drink sodaâ she laughed before spotting some of your other friends.
About five minutes before midnight you and some more girls gathered at the buffet of drinks and started doing shots.
You all had decided that instead of kissing someone at 12 oâclock youâd ring in 2020 with a shot, because alcohol canât cheat on you.
You were laughing at something when some people started the countdown.
10!
9!
8!
7!
6!
5!
4!
3!
2!
1!
âHAPPY NEW YEARâ
Every one shouted and celebrated in union as you downed your shot.
âhappy new year babeâ lia hugged you after downing hers.
âhappy new year!â you shouted into her ear, full of relief that this stressful year was over.
âlets do another oneâ she grinned widely after your whole friend group had shared their wishes with each other.
A girl you didnât know very well handed you another shot, just as you emptied your glass you heard a guy yell something before stumbling into your back.
âjesusâ you stumbled forward a bit before turning around, ready to throw someone a dirty look.
âIâm so sorry, are you okay?â in front of you suddenly stood a tall dark haired young man with almost too perfect facial features, frowning a little out of concern.
ânothing happenedâ you smiled, taking a step towards him so heâd hear you better.
âIâm gladâ he replied, a grin slowly stretched across his handsome face
âIâm y/nâ you giggled as you held out your hand.
His eyes crinkled with his smile as he took your hand in his âIâm hyunjinâ he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
âokay guys let her have her fun lets go over thereâ you hear lia usher your friends away from behind you.
âhappy new year y/nâ he said before instinctively pulling you a little closer to him when a group of people passed behind you.
âhappy new year hyunjinâ you replied, a slow blush creeping on your face from how intensely he was taking in your appearance.
âwell yea happy fucking new years to me for running into youâ he joked before taking a sip, your brain wasnât able to function anymore so you just giggled and nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.
It had been way too long since youâd talked to a guy, especially someone as attractive as him
âyouâre fucking stunningâ hyunjin complimented you and lifted your hand with his to make you spin for him, to which you complied because you took a long time getting ready and always appreciate being appreciated.
âthank youâ you were crimson red by now but hoped he wouldnât see because of the dimmed lights.
âhow come Iâve never seen you around? I wouldâve remembered youâ he tilted his head.
âoh this was my first year here and I live on the other side of campus soâŠâ you nodded slowly âbut yea I wouldâve remembered you tooâ
He grinned before downing his drink and putting on the table next to the both of you.
âwanna dance?â
Thatâs how you found yourself on the dance floor with hyunjin pressed against your back.
Slowly but surely the alcohol made you braver; and it didnât take long for the dj to play perfect songs to grind yourself against his toned body to.
His reaction was instant, hands gripping even harder at your waist and his own movements matching your own.
You looked back at him just to have the air knocked out of your lungs, a barely there sheen of sweat was covering his forehead; his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted before his tongue swiftly swept over his lower lip.
He looked like sex on legs and moved like it too.
His plump lips formed into a grin when he noticed you staring, you didnât know if it was the alcohol running through your system but you so desperately wanted to kiss him.
âcanât stop looking at you either, prettyâ he lowered his head to mumble against your cheek before pressing a kiss there.
âyouâre so goddamn sexyâ you blurted out as you turned around to face him, running one of your hands through his dark hair before positioning them on his firm chest.
He threw back his head as his chest vibrated with laughter.
âdonât laugh at meâ you laughed as you locked eyes again.
âyouâre cute when youâre drunkâ hyunjin brought one hand to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
âyou dont even know me soberâ you giggle âalso iâm not drunk!â you protested playfully, his hands found your waist in the meantime to pull you flush to his body; at which you gasped almost inaudibly.
âoh really?â he looked down at you, clearly amused âdidnât you drink like 5 shots half an hour ago?â
âwell well well, I didnât know I had an audienceâ you countered, looping your arms around his neck.
Hyunjin prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking away for a swift second, slightly embarrassed because he just exposed himself.
You felt yourself gush a little when he licked his lips again after bringing his gaze back to you.
âso you almost knocked me over on purpose?â you grinned even bigger when he shook his head laughingly.
âlistenâ he chuckled, leaning down unnecessarily close because you could hear him perfectly fine but you werenât going to complain.
âI actually didnât run into you on purpose, that was my friends doing after he saw me notice youâ he said.
You mouthed an âahhâ while nodding, feigning disbelief.
âIâm seriousâ hyunjin laughed âI still have to thank him later; I wouldâve probably chickened outâ
He got quieter at the end of his sentence, his eyes jumping to your lips when you wet your lower lip with your tongue quickly.
âi-m glad he pushed you thenâ you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart was pumping your blood in record time.
âyeaâ he inched his face closer to yours as you tilted your chin up to meet him in the middle âme tooâ
His eyes switched from your lips to your eyes one more time before closing the gap between the both of you.
His lips were firm but soft at the same time in the way they moulded against yours, you swore you could hear lia squealing from somewhere but maybe you were just hearing things.
But when his tongue touched yours in the most tentative way you lost contact to what was going on around you, slinging your arms tighter around his neck and deepening the kiss.
A tiny groan escaped hyunjins throat when you carded your fingers through his hair to tug on it and release some of the adrenalin that rushed through you.
He was slow and explorative and let you take control from time to time before sucking on your lower lip and making you loose it.
You didnât know how many songs had passed; to be honest you didnât even remember what song was playing when you started kissing.
All you knew in that moment was hyunjins lightly flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark glistening eyes.
âletâs go somewhere else?â he questioned in a whisper when you bit your lip, nodding at his question.
He grabbed your hand in his before manoeuvring the both of you through the dancing and celebrating crowd.
Before you knew it, hyunjin pulled you into the entrance hall of the university where multiple people had the same idea as you.
Couples scattered across the big room, some just talking, most of them however making out heavily.
âcome onâ he softly tugged at your hand, smiling when your gaze falls on him.
He lead you up the big flight of stairs onto a floor of the building youâve never been to, stopping in front of a random room before pulling a small set of keys out of his back pocket.
After unlocking the door, he opened it to let you step inside.
It was a dance studio, the wall right across from you was just one huge mirror through which you could see the big couch in the back of the room and the water dispensers next to it.
âwhy do you have the keys for this room?â you asked, giggling.
Hyunjin grinned as he closed the door âIâm a dance major, we all have keys for the practice roomsâ
âthatâs so coolâ you beamed âI wish I could danceâ you looked around the room, walking towards the mirrored wall a little bit.
âyou were moving just fine earlierâ hyunjin came up behind you, nimble hands finding your waist as he looked you up and down through the mirror intensely, now that you were under the bright lights of the room.
You couldnât help but to smile a little at that, the tight little glitter dress that you had chosen really did accentuate your curves in the best way possible, paired with the cute black heels which made your legs look way longer than they actually are.
âbut that was like club sexy dancing, you know?â you elaborated.
âhmâ he hummed amusedly âwhats wrong with sexy club dancing?â you turned around to him.
He didnât look to shabby himself, all in black, a chic button up with some jeans and a belt; accessorized with rings on his pretty fingers, a  dainty silver necklace and some small earrings.
Some might say he was underdressed, but the way he carried himself with such confidence, and that face of his must for sure be a panty dropper, you thought.
ânothing but⊠I donât know, teach me somethingâ you pleaded.
âwhat do you want me to teach you?â he laughed.
âI donât know a pirouette or somethingâ you suggested, laughing as well.
âokayâ he grinned âthis is like the base stanceâ he positioned himself correctly before looking at you to see if you were following his instructions.
âmhmâ you hummed, replicating what he was doing.
âand then you get momentum with one leg to be able to swing yourself around, like thisâ hyunjin explained before executing a perfect pirouette and ending it back in the base stance.
âthat was fastâ you chuckled.
âyour turnâ he grins before moving behind you âtry to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror otherwise youâll loose balanceâ
âokayâ you said unsurely.
âIâll catch you if you fallâ he winked at you, at which you scoff playfully before carefully swinging yourself into a pirouette.
You landed on wobbly legs but before you could tip over hyunjin stabilized you with a firm grip on your hips.
âyouâre a naturalâ he grinned at you through the mirror.
âwell thank youâ you playfully feigned cockiness before he spun you around himself.
A few seconds pass of the both of you taking in each others features in silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint music of the party downstairs, before hyunjin spoke up.
âcan I kiss you?â
You fell into giggles again as you let your forehead rest against his collarbone before looking up again âweâve kissed beforeâ
âyea but that was like a moment and I donât want to catch you off guard or anythingâ he mumbles cutely.
âmmâ you nod â you can kiss meâ
And with a smile, he does.
You werenât surprised when his first gentle ministrations turned into more desperate ones rather quickly because you could feel the warmth spread in your lower regions as well.
He walked the both of you over to the couch, only parting from your lips when he sat down on the black leather material of the couch.
âcome here, pretty girlâ he took your hand to help you straddle him, your dress riding up but you couldnât care less if he saw your safety shorts, and he didnât seem to care either by the way he feverishly connected your lips again.
His hands travelled down to squeeze at your waist before smoothing over your ass and grabbing a handful of each cheek, you moaned into the kiss when you realized how big his hands were.
Your own hands were squeezing at his shoulders before one moved into his soft hair while the other softly rested on his cheek.
The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clinking together and tongues licking at each other.
The things that riled you up the most however were his groans and praises.
âyouâre so fucking sexyâ he groaned before moving down to kiss at your jaw and down your neck.
A needy whimper escaped from your throat when he started suckling the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.
âfuck-hyunjinâ you moaned when his teeth grazed over your clavicle.
Your hands fumbled before landing on his belt, at which he pulled away from your skin, gently taking your hands off of his belt.
âIâd love to take you out first, actuallyâ his pretty kiss swollen lips twitched up into a shy smile as he pants.
âohâ you were taken aback, you were almost certain that this was something regular for him âI thought-â
âI mean if you just want to fuck we can fuck of courseâ he chuckled âbut- I actually think youâre really cute and fun and Iâd love to get to know you betterâ
Your mouth stood a little agape âuh- I mean-Iâ you stuttered, your brain not functioning properly because of the alcohol running through your veins but also him!
âits okay if you just want, you know-â
âno!â you blurted out all over sudden, making him flinch a little âsorry, uhm- its just been a while since I had a dateâ you smile apologetically.
His expression visibly brightens âthatâs okayâ he giggled âso is that a yes?â
You grinned, leaning in to just barely brush your lips with his, his head twitching upwards in an attempt to connect them fully.
âyesâ you whispered, at which he smiled brightly before pulling your in for a kiss by your neck.
-(flashback end)
ây/nâ
âhey, y/nâ you grumble when you feel someone gently rocking your shulder.
âmmm-what?â you peek your eyes open just to see hyunjin smile at you.
âgood morning sunshineâ he teases as you sit up in your seat when you realize you arenât driving anymore.
âjust kidding its not morningâ he says as you look around your car, realizing your on a parking lot.
âwhere the fuck are we?â you whip your head towards him âdid you bring me here to kill me? kidnap me?â
âwha?- noâ he laughs âno, Iâm sorry. Right after you fell asleep there was this huge traffic jam because of an accident and we stood there for almost 3 hours so I drove off and found thisâ he points out the rear window, where you see a small motel building.
You look back at him before checking the time on your phone, seeing it was indeed almost midnight.
âfuckâ you swear to yourself.
âI didnât know if you wanted to keep driving because I was getting tired so I thought maybe-â hyunjin starts rambling guiltily, not wanting you to thing that this was an attempt to get in your pants.
âheyâ you put your hand on his shoulder after taking off your seatbelt âthis is good, you made the right decision I think we both could use some sleepâ you say.
You each take your suitcases and walk inside, itâs an old building but it looks pretty clean for a motel off of the highway.
âgood evening you twoâ an old lady sits behind the, probably just as old, reception.
âgood evening, could we get 2 single rooms, pleaseâ hyunjin speaks up politely.
âIâm afraid we only have 2 double bed rooms available, if youâd like to take them, they will however be more expensive than the rooms for oneâ she explains politely.
âits okay, weâll take one of those, pleaseâ you decide, hyunjins head snapping towards you.
âis that okay?â you ask him.
âyea- sureâ he nods.
âalright, room 301 it isâ she hands you the key before stating that youâll have to checkout before 12 pm and what the room costs.
âdo you accept card?â hyunjin asks at which the friendly old lady nods before taking his card and swiping it through her little machine.
âIâll venmo you half of what you paidâ you say after unlocking room 301.
He tskâs at you before shaking his head âdonât, it was my idea so Iâll payâ
âare you sure?â you ask closing the door behind you when he turns on the lights.
âyup-ohâ he exclaims.
âthis room is cuteâ you say, itâs small but the walls are a soft sunflower yellow, decorated with paintings of autumn leaves .
The bed looks clean, and when you smell the mouse gray blankets and pillows, they smell fresh as well.
âstop smelling the pillowsâ hyunjin laughs.
âIâve never been to a motel, I thought everything would be dirty or ancientâ you confess comically.
He chuckles as he comes out of the small bathroom âthe bathroom is clean too, donât worryâ he says when you look at him expectantly.
âIâll sleep on the floor if you wantâ he offers as you open your suitcase to get out your toothbrush and pjâs.
âitâs fine, hyunjin Iâve slept in the same bed as a male beforeâ you joke.
âwell how am I supposed to know that?â he counters, at which you throw your pj shorts at him out of reflex.
When you realize what you had done it was too late, he was already holding them out in front of him before giggling.
âvery cute choiceâ he mocks the small white shorts with red hearts all over it.
âstoopâ you whine, trying to fish it out of his hands but he holds them over his head like a kindergartener.
âI remember why I donât like youâ you pout, crossing your arms.
His face drops alongside with his arms âI thought we were past thatâ
You use his moment of weakness to snatch your shorts out of his hands âgotchaâ
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âsee I told you I was gonna take you outâ hyunjin beams at you before looking down at the various snacks he took from the motels vending machine, which were laying in between the both of you on the bed.
âand so luxurious tooâ you joke, crossing your legs.
âonly the best for youâ he grins when you open a pack of fruit jellies.
âyou know, I was thinking about new yearsâ you say â and I realized that it was your fault!â
Hyunjin throws his head back as he groans playfully âwhy?â
âif you hadnât lost your phone when we got back downstairs, I wouldnât have had to write my number on your arm; or you couldâve just given me your number and I couldâve text you. But you didnât even know your own number!â you laugh in reminiscence.
âlistenâ he laughs âI was drunk and youâre hot! I couldnât thinkâ he defends himself before taking a bite off a chocolate bar.
You blush a little but play it off with a laugh.
âbut yes, I admit, it was indeed my faultâ he dramatically holds his hand in front of his eyes.
âyeeees!â you exclaim victoriously.
âIâm kidding thoughâ you pat his knee âI forgive youâ
âIâm gladâ he smiles.
After the both of you are done eating way too many sweets, you find yourself being really comfortable when talking to hyunjin.
Heâs funny, doesnât seem like heâs full of himself and just in general seems like a very kind person.
âI thought you were a fuckboy when me metâ you confess, looking at him.
Propped on one elbow looking down at you, while you lay on your side towards him, his face illuminated only by the little lights on each of your nightstands.
âyou did?â he asks confusedly.
âyeaâ you chuckle âyou were so confident andâŠsexy I donât knowâ you place your hand over your face in embarrassment.
âoh that was the liquid courage talking, Iâm usually pretty shyâ he shakes his head smilingly when you peek through your fingers.
âdonât lieâ you push his shoulder softly.
âIâm serious!â he laughs.
âyou were the first guy to approach me at a partyâ you pause âlike everâ
âno way, youâre lying nowâ he furrows his brows.
ânopeâ you shake your head.
âbut I was really close to not talking to you as well, Iâm sure there were many guys before me that just didnât have the liquid courage, like I didâ he speculates.
âmaybeâ you say.
âhave any exes?â he asks after a few seconds.
âyea, oneâ
âwell how did you meet him?â
âhe showed me around on my first day of freshman year, I transferred like in the middle of the first semester so I wasnât with any other freshmenâ you tell him.
âwhyâd you break up if I may ask?â hyunjin asks carefully.
âoh we were only together for like three weeks, you canât even call I relationship. He used me to make his hot ex jealous and cheated on me with herâ you say âbut hey theyâre back together at leastâ you scoff.
âiâm sorryâ he mumbles at which you look up at him.
âitâs not your faultâ you chuckle.
âwell, still no one should feel that wayâ he says âyou know that you were way too good for him right?â
You nod.
âwhat about you? Have any exes?â you ask back.
He snickers âonly one in seoulâ
âwhy didnât you last?â
âit was a long distance situation, she was super jealous and couldnât trust me. which I can understand to a certain degree but everytime I went out she wanted me to facetime her and show her what kinds of people were there with me. That was just too muchâ he explains.
âwowâ you chuckle âthat doesnât sound fun eitherâ
Hyunjin shakes his head ânope, but hey we got rid of âem, didnât we?â
âyeaâ you giggle âplus if I hadnât broken up with him I wouldâve probably never gone to the new years eve partyâ
âI guess I owe him something thenâ he grins as you scooch up on the bed.
âcan I kiss you?â you ask after a few seconds of silence.
âhm?â hyunjins eyes almost spring out of his head.
âI donât want to catch you off guardâ you grin as you repeat his words from the night you met, sitting up.
He licks his lower lip as a grin stretches over his face as he sits up as well âdo your worstâ
You get up on your knees to shuffle over to him, when you get close enough hyunjin grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his legs so youâre straddling him.
Once you sit down on his lap, your eyes lock again and youâre once again baffled as to how someone can be so god damn attractive.
His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, a shaky breath leaving his lips when you lean in.
Your lips connect and it feels like all the pent up energy of liking him since that night finally gets set free, sparks glowing behind your lit and his hands leaving a trail of fire where ever they go.
They squeeze at your thighs and waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself.
A whimper tears from your throat when his tongue licks at yours, he tastes like chocolate and what could only be described as him.
He moans into the kiss when you tug at the blonde locks that werenât pulled back into the ponytail; before pulling the hair tie out of his hair to free it and finally card your fingers through all of the blonde glory.
Before you realize whatâs going on, hyunjin lifts the both of you before dropping you on your back and crawling above you.
The fact that he just lifted the both of you from a sitting position as if you weigh nothing makes you feel all types of hot.
âyouâre so hot holy shitâ you pant as you push his long hair out of his face.
âdittoâ he only grins before attaching his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucking a bruise into the skin.
âtake it offâ you moan as you tug on the dark blue calvin klein shirt heâs wearing.
His lips release the skin of your collarbone before sitting up to pull the shirt over his head.
If your mouth wasnât already open from your heavy breathing, you wouldâve opened it now because his body is more sculpted and toned than you had expected.
Your hand lifts to smooth over his abs, muscles flexing as he connects your lips again.
His one hand slides from your waist up to cup one of your breasts, gently palming the soft flesh.
âI know I said I wanted to take you out first but-â he mumbles against your lips.
âyou bought me a lovely dinnerâ you interrupt him, threading your fingers through the hair thatâs falling down into his vision.
He grins, dropping a short peck to your lips before his the grin gets wiped off his face âI donât have a condom with meâ
âIâm on the pillâ you let him know âI got tested before the lockdown and I havenât been with anyone since sooâŠâ
âyea, me too, I was tested a few months agoâ he nods.
You nod back, biting your lip as you absently play with his hair.
âdo you trust me?â hyunjin asks, observing your demeanour.
âyea- yea I do Iâm just nervousâ you smile awkwardly.
ânoâ he coos before kissing you âwhy are you nervous?â
âjust havenât been with anyone for a whileâ you confess.
Hyunjin nods understandingly âif you donât want to do this weâll stopâ
âno I really want toâ you look into his eyes as confidently as you can.
âokayâ he smiles, planting his lips on yours again.
âcan i?â his voice gives you goosebumps when he mumbles against the sensitive skin under your ear, his fingers slowy undoing the loose knot of your heart shorts.
âyesâ you say when he locks eyes with you.
âI love these shortsâ he softly presses a kiss to your knee, trying to calm your nerves a little, before he gently rocks your hips to pull them off of you.
You blush a little out of embarrassment but smile when you lift your hips to help him.
âcuteâ he whispers when he seeâs your panties have a little bow on the front.
He chuckles when you hide your face in embarrassment, pulling you closer to him again by your thighs before you let him kiss you again.
âcan I take this off too?â hyunjin whispers, softly pulling at the fabric of the tank top youâre wearing, at which you nod.
You are still wearing a bra when he pulls it off so you take it into your own hands and unclasp your bra.
Your nipples stiffen a little at the sudden exposure to air, as well as to hyunjinâs admiring gaze.
âfuckâ he muses when palming your breasts in his big hands, gently pushing them together an running his thumbs over your nipples.
A whimper involuntarily leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around one of the perked up nubs and sucks gently.
âso fucking pretty, princessâ you feel yourself pathetically clench around nothing at his praise.
You feel one of his hands wander downwards to provide some friction for you, he slots his lips against yours when you tentatively roll your hips against his hand.
Hyunjin feels his cock get even harder when an almost desperate moan tumbles from your lips against his. So he ads a little more pressure and starts circling your clit with two fingers, your sighs of pleasure mixing into the kiss.
âyouâre so sensitive babyâ he whispers as he parts his lips from yours âcan I go down on you?â he grazes his lips over your chest, looking up at you seductively.
You nod as you bite your lip, hyunjin placing a few kisses on your tummy before shortly sitting up to also free you from your soaked panties.
The first stripe he licks up your slit, and how he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit expertly sends you to heaven.
His hands are gripping your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs, your hands are tangled in his hair and the sheets.
âhyunj-fuckâ you cry out when his tongue enters you.
He carefully prods one finger at your entrance âis that okay?â he asks, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.
âyeaâ you sigh.
Once you adjust to one finger, he adds a second one, curling them upwards to search for that specific patch inside of you.
âyes-fuck right thereâ you moan when his fingers press onto the sweetest spot inside of you, tugging at his hair a little harshly. But you feel him moan against you, getting lost in your taste as he sucks your clit in between his soft lips.
Your hips buckle against his mouth as your eyes roll backwards, feeling the warmth of your orgasm approach rapidly.
âfuck fuck yes-hyunjinâ you cry out just before he tipped you over the edge with his skillful ministration, your orgasm rushing up your spine and into your head, endorphins spreading everywhere.
A cry of pleasure fills the room as your thighs starts trembling with the aftershocks, clamping around his head when he drives you into overstimulation.
âoh-shit-â you pant as you softly pushed on his forehead to get him away from your clit, his fingers still inside you, guiding you through your high.
He nibbles on your inner thigh apologetically. You can still hear your heartbeat in your ears after hyunjin removes his fingers from you and sits up, gently holding your legs together to help you calm down.
âfuckâ you mewl, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
Heâs wanted to do this for so long and there you are, with all of your naked glory in front of him.
While heâs daydreaming about you, you sit up and start fiddling with his sweatpants.
âyou want more?â he quips, once he realises what youâre doing, leaning in to kiss you.
âmhmâ you humm into the kiss affirmitavely when his hand holds you close to him by your jaw.
With a quick last peck to your lips he simultaneously shimmies the soft black sweats and his boxers off of himself.
You apparently visibly gulp at the sight of his cock because hyunjin smirks cockily âlike what you see?â as he crawls above you again, his lips finding yours again and not waiting for an answer.
âI donât know if youâll fitâ you mumble when he suckles at the soft nook of skin under your ear.
âwe can stop hereâ he offers softly before locking eyes again.
You shake your head as you reach down to fist his length, slowly pumping it and smearing the few drops of precum around.
âno, youâre just really bigâ you huff with a shy smile on your lips at which hyunjin groans.
âyouâre gonna be the death of me, you know?â he mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply, his hand smoothing over the slope of your waist before coming up to gently pinch at one of your nipples.
Eliciting a soft high pitched moan from you, this only spurs him on.
Rolling his tongue against yours desperately and making you taste yourself before sinfully sucking at the wet muscle.
All the while youâre stroking him with your small hand before cupping his balls, as if he didnât already feel like heâs gonna blow his load way too early.
âpleaseâ you whine, guiding his reddened tip towards your entrance.
Hyunjin releases a shaky breath before replacing your hand with his, rutting his hips against yours a few times, coating his length in your wetness.
This already had your toes curling, suppressing a whine as you lock your legs around his waist.
âtell me if it hurts, yea?â he breathes, only pressing inside you after you nod, dropping a kiss to your swollen lips.
âfuckâ he swears softly, tucking his face in the crook of your neck when he breaches your tight walls for the first time.
Your fingers tighten in his hair at the back of his neck when a subtle sting flares up inside of you.
âah-â your body flinches a little when he presses further inside, hyunjin notices, observing your expression before kissing your cheek and sitting up slowly.
âyouâre doing so good, babyâ he lifts his thumb to his lips, swiftly kitten-licking the digit before bringing it to where your bodies join.
Gently rolling your clit under his thumb to distract you from the pain.
âyou look so perfect like thisâ his other hand travels over your stomach to gently squeeze at your breasts âall spread out for meâ
You whimper, arching your back when hyunjin thrusts into you carefully; the pain slowly subsiding and the ache to be fully filled up by him growing exponentially when his cock rubs against your g spot.
âhyunjinâ you moan, gripping onto his hand, which is resting atop your breast.
âyes baby, Iâm hereâ he groans at how tight you feel once heâs balls deep inside of you, abandoning your clit to grab you by the hips for leverage.
His other hand resting on your cheek now, after a few trusts you moan âharder, pleaseâ
Hyunjin groans and fulfils your wish, at one particularly harsh thrust, you latch your lips around his pointer and middle finger, sucking at them.
âoh my god-thatâs so fucking hotâ he grunts through clenched teeth.
His cock dragging along your walls deliciously, filling you up to the brim as you hum around his slender fingers in pleasure.
âyou like my hands that much baby?â his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist is rough , the contrast to how sweet he was just a few minutes earlier had you clench around him furiously.
âfuck-â he breathes when you nod to the best of your abilities, eyes wide open and holding his gaze.
You only release his fingers from in between your lips in favour for a loud high pitched moan when his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles into the bud.
â-gonna cum-huynjinâ you dig your nails into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.
âyea?â he grits through his teeth the fingers that were previously trapped in your mouth now wrapping around your bared throat.
Not squeezing tightly, just resting there as if to show you that youâre his now.
Your thought gets confirmed when he rasps âyouâre gonna date me after this, right pretty girl?â
You do look so pretty right now, tits bouncing and skin slapping because of the fast rhythm that heâs snapping his hips into yours, not to mention the subtle sheen of sweat thatâs coating the both of you.
A desperate breathy chuckle tumbles from your lips â yes-yes fuckâ you feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.
âcum for me princess, all over my cockâ he urges you on, his tip hammering into the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly before you crash into your second high of the night.
Your body convulses in pleasure as you call out his name mixed with profanities, your toes curling so hard youâre not sure if you can ever uncurl them again, and your nails probably leaving painful indents in his skin.
His thumb on your clit slows down until you grab his hand for him to stop, his hand around your neck grabs your free one, holding both of your hands over your head now.
âso good, babyâ he mumbles, kissing your lips; mostly just breathing into each other as he rocks you through every wave of your orgasm.
Hyunjin looses himself in you not long after with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezing shut.
You coax him through it when he rests his face against your neck again, running your fingertips through his damp hair and over his broad back, muscles tensing under your gentle touch.
iâdonât fall asleep on meâ you whisper sneakily, grinning when he chuckles against your neck, tickling the soft skin there.
He props himself up again to scan over your features, pushing some hair out of your face before kissing you tenderly.
âyou okay?â his hand resting at your temple as he gently runs his thumb over your hairline.
âmore thanâ you assure him, cupping his cheeks to pull his lips onto yours again.You think you can never get enough of his lips, anything about him for that matter; not when he makes you feel so cared about and safe.
âso does this mean weâre dating now?â he whispers after he has cleaned you up and tucked the both of you in bed.
âhmhâ you nod your head sleepily, positioned on his bare chest.
âso I can spoon you once we fall asleep?â he asks, grin evident in his voice.
âyou can spoon me but you canât wake me up in the middle of the night if you get hornyâ you mumble jokingly, enjoying his fingers running down your spine as your eyelids get heavier.
âokayâ he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you whisper your good nights to each other.
And as promised, he doesnât wake you up in the middle of the night because heâs horny.
Itâs you who wakes him, because after 10 months of wasted time, you have a lot of catching up to do.
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a/n: oml this is my first ever long fic so pls pls pls give me feedback, i had so much fun writing his even though it made me feel even more single but hey :))))
allsooo i waited til after work to publish this and i just saw i hit 500 followers?!?!?! thats crazy to me omg i started this like 2 months ago and so many ppl liked my stuff so much that they decided to follow me?? so i just wanna say thank u thank u thank u for hitting the follow button even though im very unorganized and everything i do is spontaneaous and not thought out well. but hey i guess there is a reason that u followed me so thank u!
(iâd love if u sent me an ask with the first one of my writings that u stumbled across, and how <3 ...only if u want tho no pressure)Â
anyways thank u so much for reading if youâve made it this far! i hope you have a great day/ night! much love
-aj
(this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real actions of stray kids or hwang hyunjin)
#omgaaaaa im finally done writing this oof it took forever but it was so much fun#thank u for reading my loves#and dont forget ur beautiful and loved and drink water#ily#hwang hyunjin#hwang hyunjin smut#hyunjin smut#hyunjin oneshot#straykids smut#stray kids#stray kids hyunjin#hyunjin e2l#hyunjin fluff#hyunjin college!au#big dick hyunjin#skskksks im sorry#i guess this is my 500 followers special lol#idk ahh ill add more tags later my brain be empty its late okay hahajajss
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Damn 5 whole followers đ„”đ„”
Jkjk- it's time for more ranting abt Inside Job cause nooone else in my life watches it so I'm stuck with my myself and I đđ
The Gang(tm) throwing Brett a surprise party ,,,
IMAGINE IT THO
Brett for sure had some sucky birthdays, actuall ass of a time birthdays
So imagine it's Brett's birthday, idk if the crew would be the type to pull the "let's ignore Brett and pretend we don't care it's his birthday then surprise him" cause that would prob give him another complex
So instead they genuinely have no clue it's his birthday, and he doesn't bring it up cause he's just so used to dissapointment at this time in his life
Mayb Regan reads it in a file, maybe Myc reads his mind on accident or heck maybe he does let it slip that it's his birthday but he really downplays it "it's fine! Just another day in the year, yknow?"
But NO. That's un acceptable. Reagan IMMEDIATELY pulls the team (minus Brett) into a strategy meeting. She's had one too many sad/failed birthdays to let her friend willingly go party-less this year
I wanna say Gigi is on decorations, you KNOW she has an eye for that shit but I'd give that role to Andre (or maybe they collab)
He's the party animal, he knows what partying looks like and can adapt any room (think Tom Haverford) he's on lights and uhhh
It is at this point that I must admit to my audience that I don't go to parties. Ever. Anyway <3
âąAndre (and maybe Gigi) on setup. âąGigi makes a plan to keep Brett distracted throughout the day. âąMyc needs to decipher was Brett wants for his birthday. Either by digging through his thoughts or just by asking straight out and almost blowing their cover lmaoo. âąGlenn is doing heavy lifting, physically heavy lifting. Putting up speakers, moving shit off desks, moving tables (btw they're either parting in the main office or in Reagans lab maybe) also fuk u, Glenn is the DJ, he has good music taste âąReagan is simply the head of operation (and the wallet of the operation) she just want to see her friend be happy. Gigi=shopping. Cake, drinks, she pulls a caterer out of her ass- she's doing this correctly or not at all
Hijinks absolutely ensue, nothing goes to plan. Someone drops the cake, Myc can't get a read on what Brett wants and is complaining about having to spend so much time with him (bonus points if the only thing he wanted was to spend time with his work family) Gigi and Andre can't decide on a theme. The caterer dies, shit is hitting fan
I'm too dumb and tired to come up with a good resolution but they cobble together a party, Reagan catches Brett right before he's supposed to leave and is like
"I'm so sorry, can you stay and help me with an assignment? It's an emergency"
And Brett being Brett agrees to help and he đ„ș he gets led into the office/lab and everyone there says surprise and Andre launches off one of those massive annoying confetti canons. Ppl are dressed up
Brett 100% stands in shock and just starts crying but dw they are the happiest of happy tears
Everyone hugs b/c I SAID SO and they party >:)
Here's miscellaneous stuff
They ended up getting him like 4 boxes of Legos, idk much abt men or adults but they seem to like Legos
The cake was dropped at some point so the frosting is smeared and omg. The cake decorator spelled his name wrong- that's my favoutie cliche gag every single show has ever done, spelling someone's name slightly wrong on a banner or whatever
"It says Happy Birthday Brent?? đđ??"
The punch bowl is not safe from Andre and the Gang knew that so the one sitting at the snack bar is a decoy (its water with red food colouring)
I think Brett is a Georgia boy so mayb they got a pitcher of genuine sweet tea (I think sweet tea is a thing in Georgia idk)
They have a makeshift dance floor and there are đmultiple injuriesđ
I'm sleepy, please take surprise party into consideration- gimme ur party headcannons >:( do it now
#inside job#andre lee#brett hand#reagan ridley#gigi thompson#glenn dolphman#magic myc#rant#positive rant#i just want them to b happy#im going slowly insane#i need season 2 rn#blease#omg#she speaks
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How to Woo a Lan pt 5 / on AO3
Jin Ling meets with Sizhui again
It would have been a lie to say Jin Ling wasnât surprised when his letter to Lan Sizhui quickly received an answer. He still didnât know what heâd said that was so bad last time theyâd seen each other, but he understood that he had, in fact, deeply offended the other boy. So deeply that Jin Ling had been prepared to start writing to Lan Jingyi too if that first letter didnât do its job, in an effort to get him to convince Lan Sizhui to forgive him.
Instead, Lan Sizhui just wrote back.
It had been an unpleasant enough morning for Jin Ling up until that point, full of annoying elders, and requests for help, and so. Many. Stupid. Bills. Jin Ling had thought he would die of boredom sitting at his desk, when heâd spotted that one letter bearing the Lan seal, dropped among many others he had received that day. Even as he started opening it with trembling hands, Jin Ling made a mental note to ask that letters from Gusu Lan not be mixed with other more common correspondence. He then started reading, andâŠ
And Lan Sizhui wasnât angry at him.
Lan Sizhui wrote that he accepted Jin Lingâs apology about their last encounter, and would be delighted to go on another Night Hunt sometime soon, without Wei Wuxian present. A less creepy one if at all possible, Lan Sizhui added, and Jin Ling could just hear his soft laugh. Something normal like a giant beast, or a demon, or just anything other than a ghost, really. It would be good fun, Lan Sizhui said, and heâd be happy for the chance to chat a bit.
Jin Lingâs mood rose for the rest of the day and nothing, not even bills could bring him back down again.
Night Hunts, however, werenât that simple to organise. Jin Ling had responsibilities, as did Lan Sizhui now that he had returned from his mysterious journey. They had to find a moment that would fit both their schedules, and to decide on a place to go Night Hunting. So for the entire month that followed Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui wrote to each other to decide on details, making sure to exchange at least one letter each week, more if they managed.
When they finally managed to decide on a place and date for their Night Hunt, Jin Ling also wrote to Nie Huaisang to inform him of that development, and to thank him for his help. Nie Huaisang promptly responded that he didnât care in the least about anyoneâs romantic life, reminded Jin Ling to be honest, to speak openly about his own failings, and to not dress too ostentatiously since the Lan valued simplicity.
Then, at last, the day of the Night Hunt came. Jin Ling picked his clothes to be elegant but as simple as possible, packed his best bow, and flew to the meeting point that had been agreed on. He was practically vibrating with excitement as he hopped down from his sword at the entrance of the village in question, as he walked toward the inn where Lan Sizhui would be waiting for him. He entered the small building, scanned its dim-lit main room, and felt his heart skip a beat when he spotted a silhouette in white by a table.
His joy was short-lived when he noticed a second silhouette wearing that colour, right next to the first, and a third wearing a darker robe.
Ouyang Zizhen was the first one to notice Jin Ling had arrived, and though he looked quite apologetic, he jumped to his feet to greet his friend, even giving Jin Ling a tight hug as if they hadnât seen one another in years.
âSihzui told Jingyi about the hunt and he invited himself,â Ouyang Zizhen whispered under the cover of that hug. âAnd I was in Gusu anyway, so I thought I should come too. Iâll try to distract Jingyi so you two can have a moment alone.â
Jin Ling quickly nodded, grateful beyond words, then pushed Ouyang Zizhen and complained about him being too sentimental while they went to join the Lan at their table. He silently promised himself that next time Ouyang Zizhen had one of his dramatic falling out with his father heâd be welcome to stay in Jinlin Tai as long as he pleased, no questions asked. It was really the least Jin Ling could do.
Now that the four of them were together, they chatted for a bit. Lan Sizhui, ever the perfect host, ordered some fresh tea for everyone, and poured some for Jin Ling. He poured some for everyone, really, but he did so for Jin Ling first, which surely had to count for something. When they were done with their tea, they headed out toward the forest where some great beast was supposed to live which sometimes took children.
âIâm still saying it might just be wolves, or a tiger,â Lan Jingyi said as they walked past the last house.
âBut an animal wouldnât target only little boys,â Lan Sizhui gently countered.
âIt wouldnât go for humans at all unless it had nothing else to eat,â Jin Ling added, to which Lan Sizhui nodded approvingly. âAnd since thereâs plenty of game in the woods according to locals, itâs really too odd. Even if it is an animal, itâs not an ordinary one. Maybe a demon with a taste for human fleshâŠâ
âOr a creature on its way to becoming a demon,â Lan Sizhui mused. âIâm really with Jin Ling on this, itâs really unlikely to be a normal animal. Weâll have to be careful.â
Jin Ling beamed upon hearing that Lan Sizhui was on his side, though his good humour was rather spoiled when Lan Jingyi took one look at his face and snorted. He didnât say anything, didnât openly mock Jin Ling or comment on how happy he looked just because Lan Sizhui agreed with him. Lan Jingyi just snorted, gave him a disdainful look, and said nothing.
Jin Ling hated him, and didnât know why they were even friends.
For a few hours, the four boys wandered into the forest, following a trail toward the spot of the last known attack. Two days earlier, a toddler of barely two had been following his father on the way to another village where relatives lived. The little boy had trailed a little behind, which hadnât much worried his father until heâd heard a shriek. When heâd turned around his son was gone, no trace of him left behind save for a little wooden toy heâd been holding.
âNo blood?â Jin Ling asked.
âNone at all,â Lan Sizhui replied, whoâd had a chance to speak with the man before Jin Ling arrived. âThe father says he might have seen a dark shape running away, but it was very far, going very fast, there were trees blocking his view and⊠well, he admitted himself he isnât sure he actually saw anything. He was quite distressed. That was his only child, and heâs a widower.â
Ouyang Zizhen gasped in horror, and lamented the bad luck of that poor man until they arrived where the attack had happened.
There was nothing to mark the place, no sign had been left, and indeed not a drop of blood visible. Yet as soon as they reached a certain part of the path, they all shivered and looked at each other. That part of the path felt nearly freezing when the rest of the forest was merely pleasantly fresh. Seeing it confirmed that there was something unnatural at play, the four boys investigated for a little while, and determined it might be a wolf-life creature. Although they couldnât find blood, Lan Sizhui had managed to spot some coarse hair near the site of the attack.Â
It was Ouyang Zizhen who suggested that they split up in teams of two, only to immediately demand that he go with Lan Jingyi. This displeased Lan Jingyi, who tried to argue first against the idea of forming teams, then against the fact that he didnât get to be in Lan Sizhuiâs. Ouyang Zizhen had to whine that heâd already been alone on a Night Hunt with Jin Ling long ago, so heâd had his turn and someone else should deal with him. If Jin Ling hadnât been so grateful, he would have been rather annoyed by that turn of phrase.
In fact, grateful or not, he was starting to get angry when Lan Sizhui interrupted the argument between their two friends.
âI donât mind at all going with Jin Ling,â he said. âWhich I would have said earlier if Iâd been given a chance to speak. Donât be hasty, Jingyi. Does everyone have signals in case of trouble? Good. Letâs all meet here again at sunset if we don't find the creature, and see what progress we have made.â
The plan, barely tolerated when suggested by Ouyang Zizhen, was immediately accepted by Lan Jingyi now that Lan Sizhui was on board. This, combined with the nasty look Lan Jingyi threw at Jin Ling before they split up, almost worried the younger boy. If Lan Jingyi too was in love⊠but he'd never done anything to indicate that was the case except by getting in Jin Lingâs way, and he seemed to like girls better.
Not that it would have mattered even if Lan Jingyi had loved Lan Sizhui. Jin Ling wasnât going to let anyone else seduce the great love of his life.
âDonât mind Jingyi, heâs just protective,â Lan Sizhui said as they walked away from the path. âI told him youâve apologised for last time, and that you didnât mean anything bad, but he wonât listen.â
Jin Ling kicked a piece of dead wood.
âI donât know why Iâm even friends with him. Heâs annoying.â
âMaybe youâre friends with him because he helped you corner your cousin and punch him in the face so hard his nose broke?â Lan Sizhui suggested.
Jin Ling stopped in his tracks and stared at the older boy, horrified that this misbehaviour of his had been revealed. Almost nobody knew about that, because Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi werenât stupid enough to boast about it, and Jin Chan wasnât going to let anyone know heâd been beaten by his cousin.Â
Lan Sizhui tried to put on a stern expression for a moment, but that quickly dissolved into a grin.
âJingyi told me about it, and he also said it was deserved, even if he wouldnât say why.â
It certainly was deserved. Jin Chan deserved to have his nose broken just on the principle that he existed, and that he was very annoying. Of course in that particular case heâd also said some very rude things about Lan Xichen, which had upset Lan Jingyi a great deal, and Jin Ling hadnât liked that because the only person allowed to be mean to Lan Jingyi was himself.
âWell? Can I get the story from you?â Lan Sizhui asked.
âWhat happened to âgossip is forbiddenâ?â Jin Ling retorted, which made Lan Sizhui chuckle.
âItâs very cruel of you to turn my sectâs rules against me,â Lan Sizhui complained with a bright smile. âBut anyway, I donât think that would count as gossip. You were there, and you were directly involved, so itâs just⊠sharing information.â
Jin Ling snorted at the weak justification.
âAdmit it, you just hate Jin Chan too. Itâs fine. Very understandable. Heâs the second most annoying person in all of Jinlin Tai, if you ask some people.â
âI can believe that. But whoâs the first, then?â
âBy popular judgement, that would be me,â Jin Ling grumbled.
Lan Sizhui said nothing for a moment, watching him with a strange intensity before poking him between the ribs with a soft laugh.
âI think youâre just fine, actually. Much better than him, certainly. Your cousin was horrible that time in the Burial Mounds and did his best to annoy others, while you kept your temper admirably. Everyone else was scared, but not you.â
Jin Ling blushed, half from pleasure at hearing Lan Sizhui speak so well of him, half from embarrassment. It wasnât that he hadnât been scared back then, and just that heâd been utterly convinced his uncles would get him out of trouble, as theyâd always done before.
To avoid saying something stupid, Jin Ling pretended to closely inspect a young tree that had been snapped in half, as if something heavy had stepped on it. He didnât think the tree was in any way relevant to their investigation since the break appeared very recent, but it made him look busy. To his mild horror and joy, Lan Sizhui stepped closer to have a look as well. Their elbows brushed together a few times before Jin Ling resumed walking without a word, certain his face had to be horribly red.
If it was Lan Sizhui made no comment on it, but the older boy seemed to be biting back a small smile. Jin Ling wanted to curse himself for already making a fool of himself.
âSo, will you tell me why you attacked your cousin?â Lan Sihzui insisted. âIt was already odd that Jingyi wouldnât say, but if youâre acting secretive too, Iâm getting really curious.â
âA story for a story,â Jin Ling offered. âI tell you why I punched Jin Chan, and you tell me where you went all that time. Deal?â
In all of the letters they had exchanged, Lan Sizhui hadnât once mentioned what had taken him away from the cultivation world for several months. Jin Ling had tried to hint interest in that by saying a few times how nice it would be to catch up on everything that had happened, but Lan Sizhui hadnât said anything. Of course certain things couldnât be written about, so Jin Ling had figured they would just talk about it when theyâd meet in person.
They were friends. Wasnât it normal to talk about it if one of them went missing for weeks and weeks?
Jin Ling thought it would be normal.
Lan Sizhui, apparently, was of a different opinion. The instant Jin Ling mentioned his long disappearance, the sweet expression on his face vanished, replaced by a hardness that felt out of place.
âI was busy,â Lan Sizhui stated. âThereâs nothing more to say about it.â
âBusy with something even Lan Jingyi didnât know about? Thatâs weird. I thought you told him everything. Isnât he your best friend?â
Lan Sizhui stopped walking, so Jin Ling promptly did the same. It really was odd to see Lan Sizhui so serious, and about something like that. It was weird that heâd been gone so long, but not exceedingly odd either. Sometimes people went on long missions for their sects, because their expertise was needed in a remote part of the country. Or else, they went on long seclusion to improve their cultivation, something the Lan sect was famous for. Everyone knew that their previous sect leader, Lan Xichenâs father, had spent more time doing secluded meditation than out of it. Lan Wangji too had famously spent several years doing that, a dozen years earlier.
There were many legitimate reasons for someone to vanish for a while, so it really was weird that Lan Sizhui seemed so upset to be asked about that.
And he was upset, there was no doubt about that. His lips were pinched, his face a little pale, and there was a slight crease between his eyebrows. And then, the way he was staring at Jin Ling was⊠In a weird way, it reminded Jin Ling of Nie Huaisang, watching him to decide whether or not he should bother with him.Â
âSome things canât be shared,â Lan Sizhui announced, tearing his eyes away. âNot even with Jingyi. Not even with you. Iâm sorry, Jin Ling. Please donât ask again.â
âFine. Itâs not like I care,â Jin Ling retorted. He instantly realised how stupid that was to say, and wince. âNo, I do care. I really do care. Friends shouldnât have secrets!â
Lan Sizhui sighed, crossing his arms on his chest. âJin LingâŠâ
âYeah, I wonât force you to speak, Iâm not stupid enough to think I can,â Jin Ling grumbled. âBut itâs dumb to be keeping secrets. I wouldnât do that.â
âWhat secrets would you even have?â Lan Sizhui asked with a thin smile. âYouâre too honest for secrets.â
Too dumb and too much of a loudmouth to keep anything to himself, was what that meant. Jin Ling almost wanted to retort that he'd done pretty well of hiding from nearly everyone that heâd gone to Qinghe and gotten Nie Huaisang to help him with his great plan to someday marry Lan Sizhui, but⊠but that wasnât exactly something he could say. Maybe when they were already married it would be fine, but until thenâŠ
Though of course, that meant Jin Ling was, in fact, keeping secrets from Lan Sizhui. He didnât like that. It wasnât a very big secret, so it was probably fine, but the idea still didnât sit quite right with him. Maybe for Nie Huaisang too, it had started with small secrets, and then it had ended up⊠not so small anymore.
âPlease, letâs drop this,â Lan Sizhui all but begged. âCanât we talk about something else?â
Something in his tone startled Jin Ling. Heâd seen Lan Sizhui scared before, in Yi City and in the Burial Mounds, but never before had he heard such a hint of terror in the older boyâs voice.
He liked that even less than he liked secrets.
Lan Sizhui wasnât supposed to be scared around him.
âOk, letâs talk about something else,â Jin Ling agreed. To his relief, Lan Sizhui instantly relaxed, his expression regaining some warmth. âSo, hm⊠how are things in Gusu, then?â he asked, before being struck by a different sort of curiosity. âHow is your uncle doing? We missed him at that last conference, heâs a lot nicer to listen to than Lan Qiren.â
Surprisingly, Lan Sizhui expression turned dark again.
âUncle is⊠he was doing better,â he explained with an irritated sigh, kicking some dead leaves. âHanguang-Jun says Zewu-Jun was starting to make preparations to leave his seclusion by Qingming. It would have been much earlier than we all anticipated, we were all so relieved. But then, a letter came for him from the Unclean Realm and ruined everything.â
Jin Ling tensed and looked away, barely daring to breathe.
âA⊠a letter?â he remarked, feigning innocence and surprise. âFrom⊠from Nie Huaisang? How odd.â
âOdd indeed, and very unwelcome,â Lan Sizhui commented, too angry to notice Jin Lingâs inferior acting skills. âNobody knows what it said, Zewu-Jun wouldnât share it with anyone. But it upset him greatly, so it canât have been anything good. Now weâre not sure when he will leave his seclusion. Why did Nie zongzhu have to write? Surely heâs had revenge enough now, so why canât he leave Zewu-Jun alone?â
A cold ball of guilt and dread dropped inside Jin Lingâs gut, nearly freezing him on the spot. He hadnât expected that Nie Huaisang would actually take his advice, not when he was so obviously quite content to wallow in misery over his lost secret love. He also hadnât expected that should such a letter be written, it might make things so much worse between the two men. What had Nie Huaisang even said to have such an effect on Lan Xichen?
Grown-ups were so stupid, Jin Ling thought.
But before he could again try to find a better conversation topic, a giant wolf the size of a horse leaped out of some shadows, fangs aimed at Lan Sizhuiâs throat, and Jin Ling had more urgent things than romance to worry about.
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Voltron Part 21
It's always fun looking at how many notes one of these gets. And then guessing whether I was funny, or if it was a beloved episode. And now, WOW, season finale of season 4. Lets's go:
Everyone in the family get's a turn being an evil emporer. First Zarkon, then Lotor and now you space witch! ^^
More female Galras. The writers finally adressed that gender-discrepancy
Lotor, you cray-cray!
~âJust girly thingsâ~ : Summoning a giant energy-field with your squad
Is the planet going to be a bomb?
This show is still going hard on "Everything evil is purple"
Oop, it's the season-finale. Allura's gonna have to put herself in mortal danger again (But hey, Allurance moment?)
The planet is a bomb
Of course, Keith's first concern is Shiro
Come on. Let moustache man have some action!
If our current Voltron team were to die, who would replace them? I think Keith, moustache man and Lotor's girlsquad
Okay, Allurance is also kinda cute
Noooo. Not moustache man being sad ;_;
So Lotor kinda saved Keith. That's good
Lotor want's to discuss with Team Voltron. That ..... could turn out bad
Thoughts on the season as a whole:
This season really focused on the baddies.
There was some good stuff. But tbh, not that much of a fan of this season
Basically no Keith, no major ship moments and Furry died. But, hey, we got Matt. And I ...kinda... enjoy his character
I still enjoyed the season as a whole. But my favourite remains as season 2
(Btw, when does this show turn into the dumpsterfire I was promised??) (It's still pretty good)
Some cool Blades adventures would have been nice
Favourite episode: "Voltron pulls of a heist, while the viewer has the unsettling feeling that something horrible is about to happen"
(But "Voltron on ice" was also glorious)
Keith barely showed up. Dislike that. He could have at least called Team Voltron sometimes. And idk, moustache man could have asked him if he's eating all his vegetables
Lance has come a long way from season 1. He's not as annoying anymore and I'm beginning to kinda like him
Pidge had some time to shine. Got some cute moments with her brother, had some snarky comments. Good for her
Hunk, sweetie. I'm so sorry for you. But it sometimes really just feels like, your only purpose is being a leg
Shiro feels kinda weird. Like his return to Black was kinda handled weird. He was an asshole towards Keith in the first episode. And he lacks those dork-moments I liked so much in the first two seasons (Y,know like "Pew,pew" and Snowball fight)
Allura. Love you. Girl you go! Get your confidence! But...... I still prefered Keith over you
Moustache man is officialy the team mom. Like. !he will tuck you into bed! AND cry when you go on your first date
( When Shiro was missing he was probably all like : "Have you seen my son. He's about this tall. Clearly gay, but we haven't had the talk" )
Lotor is an unlikable asshole. Which is good I guess? Causa Villain? But after Furry's death he's really got to work if he wants any kind of redemption
Sheith and Allurance had a few sweet moments
Shatt got established. I've got nothing to say. Just wanted to point out that stupid name again
Klance really starved this season
Still liking Shallura
Plance. Still loving it. Still rooting for it. (Get it . Root. Because plants)
Is it bad that I kinda ship Big Gal and colourful Ty Lee from the girlsquad?
Since this season focused so much on the baddies, there really wasn't much to work with
Prediction for season 5:
In an attempt to please the fans, Lotor gets redeemed. But in an unsatisfying way, because Bad Writing
There will either be a Keith-focused episode, or he will once again basically not appear
I've said it since season 2, but: They return to the earth
Space witch becomes the real main-threat, cause Zarkon is too focused on killing his son
The last few posts didn't gather that much attention. But who cares? They're probably just annoyed that I'm spamming the Voltron tag full. Loving all interactions from you guys. And love seeing people liking my stuff. Makes me feel good about myselfđ
Seriously, Love y'all and just wanna say: Thank youâ€
#voltron#voltron legendary defender#voltron season 4#vld#netflix#lance mcclain#lance#takashi shirogane#shiro#katie holt#pidge#keith kogane#keith#hunk#allura#moustache man#lotor#so glad that these stupid mice were irrelevant this season#allurance#sheith#klance#shatt#shallura#plance#moustache man is ultimate space parent#dont fight me on this
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Hidding True Colours
ShuAke Week 2021
Day 5: Fairytale / Velvet Room / AU
After a harrowing escape from their worst monster yet, Ren and Goro have some time for a reprieve. Theyâve saved each other from near-death situations time and time again. Yet Goro has never seen his companionâs face under the paper bag covering his head. Goro decides itâs time to see what Ren is hiding.
Notes: Excerpt from a project of mine combining the plot of Little Nightmares 2 (great game imo) with Ren and Goro as the main characters (Mono and Six, respectively). As such, characterization wonât be quite the same as usual.
Ren grabbed Goroâs outstretched hand by the wrist, gray eyes full of mirth as he asked, âWhat are you doing?â
Youâre still hiding your face under there, Goro thought but didnât say aloud. He reached for the bag with his other hand, but Ren caught that one too. Goro refused to give up. He kept attempting to grab the bag. His hand touched the paper bag after several seconds. There! At that moment, Ren realized exactly what Goro was trying to do. Ren lurched back. His grip on Goroâs wrists tightened, arms rigid as he kept Goro from removing the paper bag from his head. Renâs adverse reaction shocked Goro. But that wasnât what truly confused him. It was Renâs expression, or what little he could see of the other boyâs face. Renâs eyes were wide, pupils barely visible as he stared at Goro.
Ren was terrified.
Renâs voice shook a little as he once again asked, âWhat are you doing?â
This time, Goro decided he should probably verbally answer that question. âI want to see your face.â
âNo,â Ren responded, shaking his head.
âWhy not?â
âBecause.â
âBecause,â Goro repeated with an annoyed sigh. âBecause what?â
âBecause.â
âOh, for godâs sake. Just take the damn bag off. Youâve seen my face, so itâs only fair.â
âNo, I havenât! Your face is covered by hair,â Ren retorted, letting go of one of Goroâs arms for a brief moment to twirl a lock of his brown hair. âAnd you have a hood now!â
âStill more than Iâve seen of yours. All I have seen are your eyes. Do you even have a reason for keeping your face hidden under that paper bag all the time?â
Ren wouldâve responded, but the words got caught in his throat. He withdrew from Goro. Why did he hide? Heâd never put it into words before, and now that he was being confronted about it by Goro, he wasnât sure where to begin. Goro patiently waited. Ren was grateful for at least that much. âThe world hates me,â he finally murmured.
âThe world doesnât hate just you,â Goro responded, not thinking through his words. âIt hates everyone.â
âYouâre wrong.â Ren drew his legs toward himself, hugging his knees as he continued. âI keep trying to help people, but no one wants it. Everyone rejects me. And the people I do manage to help...theyâve all died. The world keeps me alive and alone, laughing at my misery. No one cares about me, so why bother showing myself? But I just want to help everyone...â
âRen...â Goro didnât know how to respond. So, he said the only thing that came to mind. âYouâre not alone. Not anymore. Iâm here.â
âYou didnât want my help either.â
âNo, I didnât,â Goro acquiesced, âbut I trusted no one. I...I was scared. Every day, I thought it would be my last, but it never was. I had learned to trust only myself. The idea of having to rely on someone else...was abhorrent to me. But you made me realize how foolish that was. The world doesnât hate you-â
âYes, it does, just like everyone else-â
âThatâs not true! I care about you, damnit!â
They both went silent. All they could do was look at each other, surprised by Goroâs sudden outburst. Ren wasnât sure he could believe what he was hearing, even with everything theyâd been through together. Today should have been more than enough to prove that there was something special between them. Yet, someone...actually cared about him? No, it was too good to be true...right? Ren hesitantly broke the silence as he asked, âDo you...really mean that?â
âOf course, I do,â Goro responded instantly, no longer filtering his words. There was no point in hiding from Ren anymore. They couldnât keep hiding like this. âI trust you with my life. Donât you trust me?â
âYes.â
âWhy not show me your face then?â
âNo.â
âWhat? Whatâs stopping you?â
âItâs just...â
Ren didnât seem like he was going to finish that thought. It was up to Goro to prompt Renâs thinking. âYou can tell me.â
âOkay, then why the gloves?â
That startled Goro. âHuh?â
âI told you why I hide my face under this,â Ren explained, pointing at the bag still covering his head, âso now itâs your turn. Why do you wear those gloves all the time?â
â...I donât know.â
That was a lie. Goro knew exactly why he wore them.
He also knew that Ren was seeing right through his excuse. Goro expected Ren to call him out on it, yet the other boy stayed silent. Ren was waiting, patient. Goro fixed his gaze on his hands, eyes boring into the black fabric that covered them. He couldnât bring himself to look at Ren right now. His voice shook as he said, âI...donât want to talk about it. But if I...if I show you, will you let me see your face?â
No response.
âActually, you donât have to.â Goro steeled himself for what he was about to do next. He could do this. Clutching the glove covering his right hand, he yanked it off before he changed his mind.
Pale, bony hands. Skin marred by scar after scar. Fingers disfigured and joints misaligned.
These were the hands Goro hid from view from everyone, especially himself. He almost expected Ren to scream or freak out. But that didnât happen. Instead, Ren reached out and grabbed the gloved hand. Goro didnât resist as Ren pulled it off. His left hand was a similar sight, although it was less disjointed. To his surprise, Ren took Goroâs hand in his, gently caressing his fingers. Shivers ran down Goroâs spine.
Goro decided to try and remove the bag from Renâs face again. This time, when Goro grabbed it, Ren didnât flinch. Was Ren...allowing Goro to do this? They stayed still for a couple of seconds, gauging the otherâs reaction. Ren...was all right with this. Off went the bag, and what greeted Goro sent his heart racing. Not for a bad reason, far from it. Renâs black hair was messy and unkempt. It looked soft and fluffy, a fact that Goro quickly confirmed when he ran his hand through it. With the bag gone, those silvery-gray eyes of his were brilliant. A fire burned in those eyes, and now Goro could see one thing clearly:
Ren was beautiful.
#shuakeweek2021#akeshu#shuake#more like a crossover than an au but that's still au right?#persona 5 x little nightmares 2#akeppi writes
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Haikyuu Characters In The Wizarding World (Houses and Headcannons)
Warnings: mlm couples, mild swearing
Karasuno Boys VB Team
#1 Daichi Sawamura - Gryffindor
He gives off major hardworking Gryffindor vibes, I feel like he would be the Quidditch Captain and top of Transfiguration. Always stressed with his teammates sounds a bit like Remus Lupin with the Marauders. He is angry and stressed Oliver Wood, but with t hi g h s. He is always making sure the first years know what to do and where and who to stay away from. Very responsible. Only detention he has ever gotten was because he accidentally blew up his cauldron in Potions because he was too busy staring at his partner and wasnât paying attention and landed them both in detention. But he landed himself a date so he doesnât really mind.Â
#2 Koshi Sugawara - Slytherin
I think he would be a very sly, Slytherin. Would most likely be Head Boy and Prefect and would get away with everything because he seems like an angel but he is actually very ambitious. He used his charm and connections to his advantage a bit like our favourite ferret boi. He would definitely be part of the Slug Club and hangs around with his partner in crime Oikawa. Loves flirting with the cute Gryffindor Captain in Potions, the lion gets flustered very easily :P
#3 Azumane Asahi - Hufflepuff
He is very hardworking which is a main Hufflepuff trait, he is also more timid. I feel like everyone would wonder why this tall giant is a Hufflepuff until they see him do something like apologising to a bug he crushed or running away when his feral and energetic boyfriend, Yuu runs up to him with Tanaka ready to create chaos. He is always called on by Hagrid in Care Of Magical Creatures and he hates it because he thinks all the creatures are scary as fuck.Â
#4 Yuu Nishinoya - Gryffindor
We all saw this coming. A second after the Sorting Hat touched his head it screamed out âGRYFFINDORâ. I mean where else would we put him. He is very brave and treasures family and friendships above all else. I feel like he would get along with all the Weasleys except Percy, he would love pretending not to know whatever Percy is talking about just to annoy the heck out of him. Would most likely be a beater on the Quidditch Team with his BFF Tanaka, he definitely gets judged because he is rather small but as soon as the game starts he proves everyone wrong by hitting a rouge bludger to the other team knocking them off their seat.
#5 Ryunosuke Tanaka - GryffindorÂ
He is that Gryffindor who is always trying to impress the smart and beautiful Ravenclaw goddess that is Kiyoko. They would be like James Potter and Lily Evans. He is always getting in trouble for being caught out of bed or pranking the Slytherins etc. I mean a Gryffindor isnât a Gryffindor without a little bit of mischief. He definitely shows off on the Quidditch field, I am sure there was at least one time where he tried to execute a difficult manouever to impress Kiyoko and it ended up with him in the Hospital Wing being scolded by Madam Pomfrey, but itâs all good because Kiyoko came to check up on him.
#6 Chikara Ennoshita - Gryffindor
Is practically Remus Lupin personality wise. Very stressed boi, always trying to make sure Tanaka and Nishinoya arenât doing something stupid that will land them in detention because for Godâs sake they canât lose anymore house points or else McGonagall will most likely kill them all. Is definitely Quidditch commentator, gets told off for swearing and berating Tanaka and Nishinoya every time they make a mistake but he still has the position because he is Minnieâs favourite and all the teacherâs like him since he is an O student with a good behaviour and attitude.
#7 Kazuhito Narita - HufflepuffÂ
This hardworking angel is definitely a Hufflepuff. He is one of the most kind boys you will ever meet. Would always be quietly watching all the chaos and mischief happening in the back with his boyfriend and best friend Kinoshita. Theyâre eating popcorn :). I feel like his favourite class would be Charms because he can enjoy the chaos in peace, while calming acing the class. He and Kinoshita sometimes joins Tanaka, Ennoshita and Nishinoya when they sneak out to the kitchens or the Forbidden Forest.
#8 Hisahi Kinoshita - Hufflepuff
He is that laidback and chill guy in the back of the class who would let you coy off him if you were struggling. But he would most definitely be able to hex or jinx you if you crossed or said something bad about his friends. He is always ahead with the work and will likely tutor you if you need help. He loves Astronomy because he is definitely a night owl. Everyone wonders how he is always awake, he says itâs because he has a coffee addiction. Is always seen with a snack because the house elves love him since he is so polite and kind to them. He is the one who discovered the kitchen first out of his friends and always sneaks out with them. Â
#9 Tobio Kageyama - Gryffindor
He doesnât try to cause trouble, he just always end up in detention because he spends most of his time fighting with Hinata. (They are still best friends though) He definitely banters with the tall smart-ass Ravenclaw Tsukishima. Is most likely the Quidditch teamâs prized seeker. Itâs common knowledge that all animals hate him yet the sweet boy decided to take Care Of Magical Creatures to try and get animals to like him more. He is making some progress. Hinata got him a small, raven coloured owl for his birthday, as a joke, and it attacked him as soon as it landed in the Great Hall. He secretly loves the fact that Hinata got him such a âsweetâ present. He called it Shoyu.
#10 Shouyou Hinata - Gryffindor
Very loud. Before he even got on the Hogwartsâs Express he already made a bunch of friends and got into a fight. He will always be seen bouncing around Kageyama. No one knows if they are enemies or friends. Some people think they are dating, I mean who wouldnât the t e n s i o n. The upperclassmen and professors all have bets on which one it is. He always ends up in fights with students way taller and older than him and lands himself in detention. Yet he has no enemies and everyone likes him. He definitely believes everything Trelawney predicts. He and Kageyama are her favourites because they think she is amazing and cool for having the âgiftâ.Â
#11 Kei Tsukishima - Ravenclaw
It was either Slytherin or Ravenclaw but the Sorting Hat thought there was enough salty people in Slytherin so he was placed in Ravenclaw. He definitely has the brains for it. He also brings all his snobbish housemates that think they are geniuses down a peg or two. No one retaliates against him since he is so tall and he is rumoured to be a great dueller. No one knows since the only students he has ever fought were the ones bullying his best/boyfriend Yamaguchi and they landed themselves in the Hospital Wing and were too cowardly to ever talk about the incident.Â
#12 Tadashi Yamaguchi - Slytherin
Everyone thinks he is a sweet angel and no one really knows why he is in Slytherin but if you look closely you would see him teasing and annoying the hell out of Kageyama and Hinata with his Tsukki. Whenever Tsukishima is have a salt showdown with someone he is always prepared to help him even though he never needs it. Can be seem snickering to himself when someone gets blamed for something he did. Never gets caught. I mean he is a Slytherin. He is the Quidditch Teamâs youngest chaser. His most commonly seen in either the library, Quidditch pitch or the kitchens snacking with Tsukishima.
Managing Team
Shimizu Kiyoko - Ravenclaw
She acquired the title âRavenclawâs Genius Goddessâ. When McGonagall called her name out for the Sorting she has heads turning. Was at first mistaken for a Veela or at least part Veela since she has the same effect on the male population. Everyone thought she would never go on a date until Tanaka asked her to the Yule Ball in her last year and declared his love for her. He was actually successful this time because she realised she returned his feelings and they were the IT couple at school. Was most likely Head Girl, and one of the few upperclassmen that Tsukishima respects and doesnât mind the company off since she doesnât annoy him and is very quiet.Â
Hitoka Yachi - Hufflepuff
She would definitely be a Hufflepuff. Very timid and shy but is one of the most hardworking person you will ever meet. Always trying her best and trying to fit in because sheâs insecure but she is a perfect little angel and her housemates and year mates all protect her from anyone who try to corrupt or tease her since she is so small. She spends her time in the library with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima but sometimes hangs out with the other Hufflepuffs in the kitchen since she doesnât want to intrude or thirdwheel.
#how do u do warnings T-T#what are u even supposed to put :>>#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#hogwarts#hogwarts houses#headcannons#haikyuu x harry potter#drabbles#fluffy?#karasuno#ravenclaw#slytherin#hufflepuff#gryffindor#haikyuu hinata#kageyama#hq daichi#sugawara koushi#asahi fluff#nishinoya#tanaka#kiyoko#kinoshita#narita#ennoshita#tsukishi#yach#yamaguch#daisuga
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Me and You Together, 3/10 (Taywhora) - Ortega
fic summary: The cardinal rule of having flatmates is that you Do Not Catch Feelings For Your Flatmates, because everything inevitably goes to shit and gets made horrifically awkward. Aâwhora and Tayce both know this, but being in first year of uni and making good decisions have never really gone hand in hand.
a/n: again, fucking bowled over by the love and support this has had so far. i cannot thank any of u enough, ur all absolute wee diamonds in the sky. hope u enjoy this one- weâre in January for this one, where the girls have to deal with the consequences of DecemberâŠand Tayce is tasked with keeping a secret for Lawrence.
last chapter: September- On a damp, bright Saturday in September, six flatmates move into their student flat and meet for the first time.
this chapter: January- Tayce and Aâwhora still have unfinished business from a night out and a hungover morning in December. But itâs only awkward if they make it awkwardâŠright?
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Tayce is pretty sure sheâs going to combust if something doesnât happen soon.
Itâs been a month and a week since Aâwhora kissed her, and twenty-four hours shorter than that since Tayce kissed her in return. Or thereabouts, itâs not like sheâs counting. Itâs not like itâs been consuming her every thought every waking moment of the day or anything.
In all fairness, Tayce seems like itâs an achievement to think about a kiss for that length of time. Especially through her first semester essay deadlines, Ellieâs raucous eighteenth, her first Christmas back home, her first New Year seeing all her old school friends after uni and updating Cheryl and Cara on everything. Sheâd drunkenly come out to Cheryl too after being gently encouraged and supported by Cara, and theyâd both cried as Cheryl held her and confessed that since uni had started sheâd also begun seeing a girl she really liked too.
Itâs funny how at uni everybody seems so much more free. Away from a stifling hometown, Tayce and her friends can properly spread their wings and be who theyâve always been but have either not realised it or been afraid to show it. Tayce is the happiest sheâs ever been when sheâs at the flat with the others in her little bubble of a home away from home, with Biminiâs intelligent insights and Tiaâs funny quips, Lawrenceâs chaos and Ellieâs kindness and Aâwhora beingâŠwell, her best friend.
Except sheâs not really sure that best friends kiss each other like that.
But maybe they do, because since theyâve all come back from home after Christmas Aâwhora hasnât mentioned the kisses, as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened between them. Hasnât even joked about it with her or in front of the others (which is fair enough, as if Lawrence knew sheâd probably tease them about it until they graduated). Tayce is pretty sure that none of the others even know, or at least if they do theyâve not spoken about it.
And the worst part is that Aâwhora has been absolutelyâŠnormal. Fine.
See, Tayce couldâve dealt with any awkwardness- sheâd be upfront, bluntly ask Aâwhora if she wants to forget about it or what she wants the plan for them to be. Even better wouldâve been if Aâwhora had rugby-tackled her the moment sheâd got back from Wales and smothered her with kisses, told her how much sheâd been thinking about her while theyâd both been away. Tayce supposes itâs kind of her fault they never properly talked about it since sheâd practically bolted out of Aâwhoraâs room when sheâd kissed her that morning, but sheâd been nervous in case sheâd made everything too weird. Aâwhora hadnât seemed to be complaining at the time, though.
In fact that night, Aâwhora had been up for plenty more than just a drunk kiss. If Tayce thinks about everything sheâd said when they were walking home her face still gets hot and she has to squeeze her thighs together. Sheâs definitely glad they never crossed any of those particular lines when theyâd both been drinking, but sometimes when sheâs lying in bed at night Tayce lets her hands drift between her legs as she thinks about Aâwhora telling her how much and for how long sheâd wanted her.
Best friends definitely donât do that.
So Tayce feels guilty spending time with just Aâwhora these days, the fact that things havenât been awkward between them somehow being worse than if they were. Sheâs not been avoiding her per sĂ©, sheâs just been finding ways to make sure itâs very rarely the two of them alone together: hanging out in the kitchen with everyone instead of in her room, going to bed when the others do instead of staying up with Aâwhora, inviting the others to anything Aâwhora suggests the two of them do together. Itâs silly, and Tayce does miss spending time alone with her, but Aâwhora acting like nothingâs happened while conversely Tayce wants everything to happen hurts her embarrassingly more than sheâd care to admit.
Such a time is a lazy Sunday afternoon halfway through the shittiest month of the year, when the weather outside is full of misty rain thatâs a recipe for frizzy hair, puddles, and misery. Just to add to the rubbish day Tayce is holed up in her room, watching the grey clouds drift and overlap over each other to create a paint colour chart in the sky as she begins an essay thatâs due in a mere five days. Itâs been hard to focus on anything when her head is full of her best friend and imaginary scenarios but the prospect of an all-nighter isnât one thatâs particularly desirable either, so she and the ninety-five words sheâs written so far are engaged in a stand-off as Tayce waits for the essay to write itself and the word document waits for her brain cells to conjure up any more opinions on âIs art a conveyor of emotion?â (4000 words). Â
And then thereâs a knock on the door that doesnât wait for permission to enter and Aâwhora bounces in. Sheâs in a pair of grey joggers and a baggy navy pyjama top that sheâs tucked in at the waist and rolled up the sleeves of, and her hair is up in a bun thatâs had approximately 5% effort put into it apart from the little diamante hair clasp sheâs slid through it at the top.
In spite of herself, Tayce canât help but snort when she sees her. âOnly you could make your shitty potato loungewear fashion.â
âShut up! This is haute couture. This is actually my final project for the semester,â Aâwhora jokes in return, moves to sit at the foot of her bed and pout at her. âTayyyce. Iâm boreddd.â
Tayce raises an eyebrow at Aâwhoraâs whining from over her laptop screen. âAnd Iâm doing this essay. Find someone else to bug.â
âDonât be such a hound,â Aâwhora frowns, falling sideways and landing onto the bed so sheâs hugging Tayceâs legs through the duvet, her head resting on her shins. âIâd annoy Ellie but sheâs in town with one of her friends from home. Câmon, letâs do a movie day. Weâve not had one in ages. I feel like weâve barely had any time together since you got back.â
âJust been trying to catch up on all my coursework. Itâs not personal,â she lies, her heart sinking only the tiniest bit at the realisation that her attempts at staying out of Aâwhoraâs way have obviously been louder than theyâve been subtle.
âPlease?â Aâwhora bats her lashes, and if it was impossible to say no to her before itâs surely illegal to do so now.
Tayce sighs and closes her laptop, eliciting a smile from the other girl. âFine. Fine! But you better ask the others, I donât want them feeling left out.â
Itâs a good spur-of-the-moment excuse to make sure Tayce doesnât have to spend two hours cuddled up next to Aâwhora while her heart hurts, but sheâs confused by the way a small look of something passes over Aâwhoraâs expression. She canât put her finger on what it is, but Aâwhoraâs agreeing and bounding down to the living room before Tayce can figure it out.
Tayce throws on her dressing gown over her clothes before leaving her room to join her, the blue fluffy one with the narwhal hood thatâs complete with a horn on the top. She doesnât own many embarrassing items of clothing, but this is definitely one of them. It doesnât matter too much, though. Aâwhoraâs seen her in it before, when sheâs been hungover or sad or hangry and on her period.
Itâs so funny how she can only have known her five months and still feel closer to her than half of the friends she spent six years with at high school.
In the kitchen, Aâwhoraâs already cheerfully getting organised as Bimini and Lawrence lounge on the sofa lazily. Tiaâs not in either- it emerges sheâs gone round to Veronicaâs, which nobodyâs surprised about.
âMain question is, whatâre we watching?â Bimini asks. âItâs a lazy Sunday so it canât be anything thatâs too good. I want something I can rip the piss out of while I watch it, yâknow?â
Thereâs some squabbling about film choices as Aâwhora makes popcorn in the microwave, burns it, then subsequently has to make another packet. Itâs eventually decided that theyâre going to watch Love Actually despite the fact itâs January, because they all either hate it or like it because of how bad it is and the film will simply be a vehicle for them to yell jokes over.
âHave we got anything to drink? We could make this into likeâŠa day drinking situation,â Lawrence suggests casually.
âYouâre not helping the stereotype that all Scottish people are alcoholics at all,â Aâwhora quips, causing Tayce to let out a too-loud laugh.
âListen, if youâve not figured out that Iâm a walking talking stereotype by now, Aâwhora, are we even friends?â Lawrence shoots back, and Aâwhora shrugs in an unspoken fair enough.
Tayce tilts her head then remembers something. âI actually still have loads of canned cocktails in my suitcase that my Mum got me for Christmas. Havenât unpacked them yet. Think thereâs aboutâŠtwelve?â
âOoh, three each? Thatâs alright!â Bimini smiles, clearly buoyed by the prospect of being slightly tipsy in the middle of the afternoon.
âRight, thatâs settled then. Iâll go get them,â Tayce decides. Aâwhoraâs crossing the kitchen before she knows it.
âIâll help you with them.â
Before Tayce can speak, Bimini gives a snort. â âOw much do you think canned cocktails weigh, exactly?â
As Lawrence bursts into peals of laughter, Tayce watches as Aâwhora rolls her eyes at them, then turns on her heel to follow her to her room. Tayce canât help but be a little wary, though. It does kind of seem like Aâwhoraâs trying to get her on her own, which Tayce wouldnât mind if she knew where she was coming from. But she doesnât.
Tayce kneels down onto the floor as she rolls her suitcase out from under the bed, chatting mindlessly as she does so because if sheâs talking it means Aâwhora doesnât have a chance to bring up whatever she clearly wants to bring up. âI think thereâs actually eleven here, you know. Because, uhâŠI think I drank one of them while I was at home, so weâre gonna need to fight over who gets one less. I donât fancy my chances in a fight against Lawrence, sheâd probably give meâŠwhatâs that expression? A Glasgow kiss? Sheâd give me one of those. Although Bimini, what do you think theyâd be like in a fight? You know I think theyâve secretly got a set of knuckledusters, they seem the type. Although when I think about it-â
âTayce,â Aâwhora cuts in, forcing her to snap her head up. Her expression is troubled, and a little frown dips on her forehead as she looks at her. âWhatâs wrong? Why are you being soâŠI donât know, weird? Like you want to get rid of me?â
Tayce feels ashamed for being called out on her behaviour, and she can feel her stomach drop as she looks back at the cans in her otherwise empty suitcase. She wants to tell her thereâs a reason for the way sheâs been acting but Aâwhora beats her to the punch, murmuring with her head down and not meeting Tayceâs eyes.
âIs this because we kissed?â
âAâwhoraâŠâ Tayce immediately groans in exasperation, the heat rushing to her cheeks as if sheâs been slapped. Sheâs embarrassed, because she knows sheâs got the capacity to talk about this like a grown-up but thereâs a part of her thatâs cringing, because if Aâwhoraâs about to tell her she regrets it then sheâs not sure sheâll ever live it down.
Thereâs a small silence where neither of them seem to move, let alone speak. Aâwhora is yet again the one to break it. âI just feel like you hate me all of a sudden.â
Fuck. If there was one thing Tayce had wanted to avoid, itâs this. Even though she herself is hurting she canât bear the thought of having hurt Aâwhoraâs feelings too, so she frowns, reaches up and squeezes Aâwhoraâs hand which prompts her to look at Tayce. âI donât hate you, Rory, of course I donât hate you. I justâŠâ
Tayce looks up to the ceiling as she searches for the right words, even though sheâs not really sure what they are. She wants to tell Aâwhora sheâs yearning for something to happen again between them and that even the fact sheâs holding her hand is setting her pulse off all too quickly, but nowâs not the right time. Besides, she doesnât even know if Aâwhora feels the same way. Either way, Tayce can hear Aâwhora holding her breath, can feel the way her bodyâs tense beside her, so Tayce finally formulates something that doesnât sound too hot or too cold.
ââŠI just donât know where we go from here, thatâs all.â
Aâwhora visibly relaxes, then shrugs. Her voice is quiet as she speaks. âWell, itâs only awkward if we make it awkward. And I feel like Iâve been okay at not making it awkward?â
Tayce narrows her eyes at her, laughs. âSo what youâre saying is itâs all my fault.â
âYes.â
The pair of the giggle softly and things already seem to have shifted back into comfortable territory. The green of a spring bulb popping up through the snow.
Tayce swallows her not-inconsiderable pride and smiles up at Aâwhora. She supposes going back to being friends and not ever talking about the fact that they kissed again is better than existing in a tense purgatory for the rest of their time in the flat together, even if it does make her feel a little sinking feeling of disappointment and a sense of mourning what couldâve been. âIâm sorry for being such aâŠmingebag.â
Aâwhora cracks up, repeats âmingebag!â incredulously, before her laughter dies down and she gives Tayceâs hand a squeeze in return. âThatâs okay. Just good to know you still like me.â
They share a soft smile before piling the cocktails high in their arms, cradling them as if theyâre babies as they rush back through to the living room where Bimini and Lawrence are hanging up a huge white sheet on the wall opposite the sofa for the projector. The projector had been Tiaâs addition to the flat, an AliExpress purchase that had turned out to not be broken, or unusable, or made for a dollâs house.
âTia wonât mind us borrowing that, will she?â Aâwhora asks with concern. Lawrence scoffs, bats a hand in her direction dismissively.
âSheâll be too mouth-deep in Veronica to care when she realises weâve used it, letâs not lie!â
Thereâs a cry of disgust at Lawrenceâs turn of phrase from the others, and as Tayce sets up the cocktails on the little coffee table Aâwhora brings the bowl of popcorn through.
âItâs fun to be able to make jokes about Tia and her girl, inât it?â Bimini chuckles good-naturedly. âAlways feel like we canât properly tease her when Ellieâs there âcause she always looks like sheâs about to jump out the window any time we mention Veronicaâs name.â
The revelation that Ellie has feelings for Tia had come via a drunken, tearful confession to the others the night of her eighteenth birthday, when Tia had left the party with Veronica instead of staying overnight at the flat. Poor Ellie had been so devastatingly upset that the others had seemed to forge an unspoken agreement that the situation wasnât going to be fodder for flat jokes. Instead they make sure to ask Tia how her budding relationship is going when Ellie isnât around.
As she and Aâwhora laugh in agreement at Biminiâs joke, Tayce doesnât miss the way Lawrence grows uncharacteristically quiet.
âWhen dâyou think Ellie will get over Tia? I mean itâs a shame she doesnât like her back, but sheâll âave to at some point.â
âShe wonât. Sheâll just pine after her every day until we graduate,â Lawrence says. Itâs meant to be a joke but her delivery is somewhat flat, and Tayce wonders if sheâs the only one that picks up on it. From the way Aâwhora and Bimini are laughing, it appears she has been. Â
Bimini and Lawrence step back from the sheet, satisfied with the job theyâve done. Aâwhoraâs busy plugging in the fairy lights Ellie strung up where the wall meets the ceiling a few months ago, and Tayce canât help but think to herself that sacking off her essay was a good idea as she glances at their setup. Never let it be said that their flat does things by halves.
âOh! We should bring duvets through. And blankets,â Aâwhora suggests, and Tayceâs heart is both warmed and hurt by how adorably enthusiastic she is about the whole endeavour. She wishes she could shake the lingering feeling of disappointment sheâs got in her gut at the knowledge that theyâll probably never talk about their kiss again; theyâve moved on from it, it was a one-time thing, and itâs only awkward if they make it awkward so Tayce bringing it up would be awkward, right?
So she settles on the sofa with Lawrence while Bimini helps Aâwhora gather up all their pillows, cushions, blankets and duvets from their respective rooms. Tayce is about to become lost in her own head when Lawrence turns to her with a look in her eyes that Tayce has never seen before. Itâs almost conspiratorial and definitely suspicious, and for one horrific moment Tayce is convinced that Lawrence knows everything that happened in December.
âWhat is it?â Tayce asks her, before her flatmate can even open her mouth. Lawrence sighs, tips her head back to the head of the sofa and squeezes her eyes shut.
âI need to tell you a secret.â
Tayceâs heart drops as if sheâs on a rollercoaster. Her mind immediately jumps to Aâwhora. Whatâs she told her? What does Lawrence know? It would make sense to wait until Aâwhora was out of the room before telling her anything. Tayce tries to keep her face impassive as she turns to Lawrence, nods quietly. âOkay, spill.â
âYou canât tell anyone, Tayce,â Lawrence insists, looking at her pleadingly. Tayce promises she wonât, although in retrospect she probably shouldâve asked what it was first. The way Lawrence is acting is intriguing, though. It makes Tayce think itâs something about herself if itâs something she doesnât want the others to know so badly.
âChrist, this is so cringe,â Lawrence groans, dropping her head forward and resting it in her hands. Tayce can still see the pink flush thatâs started to dust her face, and by now sheâs convinced that this has nothing to do with Aâwhora and everything to do with Lawrence herself.
Lawrence mutters out something incoherent into her hands. Tayce frowns, humoured. âWhat?â
A huge huff comes from the girl on the sofa beside her, and as she removes her hands from the front of her face she sticks them to the side of it like blinkers on a horse. Itâs the quietest Tayce has ever heard Lawrence speak as she says the secret again. âIâve got a crush on Ellie.â
Tayceâs face lights up at her friendâs confession. âDo you actually?â
âChrist, donât make me say it twice. Iâll get struck down.â
Tayce leans into Lawrence, uses both her hands to lightly poke her in the arm. âLook at you! Being cute and having feelings!â
âItâs not, though! Itâs not cute at all! Itâs just sad!â Lawrence rolls her eyes, shaking her head at the same time. âBecause she doesnâtâŠsheâll never see me like that, and sheâs too busy making cow-eyes at Tia all the time anyway, so. Itâs pointless, I donât even know why Iâm even hoping for something to happen.â
âHey, listen! How long do you think Ellieâs gonna be able to keep moaning about Tia when sheâs still seeing Veronica? I mean thereâs only one way that relationship is going, the only âendâ there is in âgirlfriendâ. So Ellieâs gonna have to get over it eventually!â Tayce says supportively, shaking Lawrenceâs arm to gee her up. Lawrence bats her away, though, giving another sigh.
âTayce, itâs not exactly like sheâs gonnae suddenly realise that Iâve been here all along! Like some fuckinâ chick flick. Iâve fancied her for years,â Lawrence explains. The information knocks Tayce for six, but when she thinks about it it makes sense- the way Lawrence gently bullies her so much, the way she gravitates towards her all the time, the way she gets quiet if Ellie starts moping about Tia. Tayce had never thought about it in that light before.
Lawrence hugs her knees to her chest as she continues. âRealised I liked her the last time we were at the caravan. And obviously we were at opposite sides of the country but likeâŠIâd still meet up with her in Summer, get the train to Dundee and have sleepovers and all that shite. And when she came into the kitchen on that first day I was so happy she was gonnae be living with us, and I am still happy, because obviously sheâs my friend? But likeâŠitâs just shite to know that sheâll never like me back.â
âYou donât know that.â
âEllieâs type is obviously tall, dark and skinny. WhichâŠâ Lawrence gestures at herself with a deprecative laugh. ââŠhow can I be any of that?â
âRight, for a start! Stop thinking about what youâre not and start thinking about what you are,â Tayce says firmly, gripping her hand tightly.
Lawrence rolls her eyes and fixes her with a pointed stare. âOh, like what? Iâm beautiful on the inside! I know Iâm the fat funny friend, Tayce, you can spare me the bullshit.â
âWellâŠyouâre fat, and so fucking what of it? Doesnât mean you arenât drop-dead-fuckinâ gorgeous. Being fat and being beautiful arenât mutually exclusive.â
âVery easy for you to say, sat there wearing size eights. Tell that to literally any piece of media we consume. Or any of my brain cells. Even if there are only about ten of them,â Lawrence sighs, then pauses. âI do like the way I look, and I donât want to change anything about myself. Itâs justâŠseveral things make that very hard almost all of the time, and itâs tiring to feel like youâre constantly fighting a losing battle. And itâs not like Iâm pinning all my self-worth on a girl liking me back, but justâŠit would be nice to be the one that someone has a crush on for a change, if that makes sense?â
Before Tayce can say anything to affirm how Lawrence is feeling, a movement from down the hall makes her flinch and point at Tayce accusingly. âNot a fucking word, right? Least of all to Aâwhora, if she knows then I might as well just tell Ellie myself and like fuck is that happening.â
Tayce nods rapidly in a promise as Aâwhora and Bimini emerge from the hall comedically draped in materials, like a childâs attempt at a dress made out of knitting and featherdown quilts. They all set about arranging everything to make their setup as comfy as possible, and as the film gets loaded up they get comfortable in their respective positions. Lawrence is at one end of the sofa, with Tayce in the middle and Aâwhora at her side, while Bimini sits on the floor with their back to the sofa because theyâre quite happy sitting there with enough cushions and pillows. The big lights are turned off, the film begins, and the room is filled with the soft glow of the fairy lights and the hazy light from the movie and all Tayce can think about is Aâwhora, warm and soft and squashed up beside her sharing the blanket. Â
Tayce feels silly for being so disappointed. This was what sheâd wanted- theyâd talked about it. Theyâd addressed the fact that the kiss had happened, and now they were justâŠmoving forward. Not making things awkward. Because obviously to Aâwhora, the fact itâs happened has made things awkward.
And that shouldnât hurt Tayce as much as it does.
Itâs hard to dwell on things for long, though, when she has block four flat tenâs very own Ant and Dec in her living room. Lawrence and Bimini keep her and Aâwhora giggling pretty much from the filmâs first scene, and they all fall about screech-laughing when Bimini forces them to pause it on a shot of Liam Neesonâs hall in which thereâs a horrific blob of a childâs painting on the wall that looks so cursed they just had to point it out.
Itâs probably because Lawrence and Bimini are distracting her that Tayce doesnât initially notice Aâwhora leaning into her at first until sheâs pressed up against Tayceâs side. This isnât anything out of the ordinary. Theyâve always sat close before, but this time things feel different. This time it feels as if thereâs little sparks of electricity between them, metaphorical manifestations of the anticipation Tayce feels of something sheâs yearning to happen. Â Â
So when Aâwhora bumps her knuckles against Tayceâs, brings her hand over hers and laces their fingers together, Tayce feels as if sheâs suddenly evolved into some ridiculous cartoon character; she can practically feel her eyes bulge out of their sockets in shock and she has to stop her jaw from dropping onto the floor. If her heart could comedically fly out of its chest it would. Tayce keeps her gaze steady and focused on the film, blocking out her peripheral vision and not even turning to see if Aâwhoraâs looking at her too. Because if she is it would make everything ten times worse (better?) than it currently is, and Tayceâs head is already in a spin. Theyâve held hands before. Itâs not like this is different.
But it is. Before they hadnât kissed. Before Aâwhora hadnât told Tayce she wanted to sleep with her. Before all of Tayceâs feelings for her friend were cooped up into neat little boxes in her mind that were so full they were close to bursting, but now they have and now itâs After and so holding Aâwhoraâs hand has gone from usual to extraordinary, routine to electric. Â
Tayce hopes Aâwhora canât feel the way her pulse is racing because thatâll definitely let her know something is up.
Sheâs suddenly startled out of her overthinking by a tut of disapproval from Lawrence. âHow many fuckinâ couples are in this film and thereâs not one single lesbian?â Â
âLesbians didnât exist in 2003, remember?â Bimini deadpans, causing Aâwhora to giggle.
âYeah, lesbians were invented in 2013 when Orange is the New Black aired.â
âNah! When did Sugar Rush come out? Mind that programme on Channel 4? I remember watching that through a crack in the living room door when my parents thought Iâd gone to bed,â Lawrence recounds excitedly, her enthusiasm at remembering her lesbian awakening making Tayce laugh and relate at the same time.
âFor me it was Sophie and Sian. Remember on Coronation Street? They were my first lesbians.â
âAt least you all got representation at some stage. If I wanted to see another pan Iâd have to watch fuckinââŠKitchen Nightmares,â Bimini rolls their eyes, their joke making the girls howl with laughter and let out cries of consolation.
And then Aâwhora squeezes Tayceâs hand under the blanket.
Tayce thinks only for a second before squeezing it back, and subsequently doesnât think before turning and looking at her friend beside her. Aâwhora shoots her a little smile that if Tayce didnât know better sheâd say was innocent, but the twinkle in her eye and the way she shuffles herself to lean closer against her and tuck her other hand into the crook of Tayceâs elbow makes her heart give a judder like sheâs been crashed into from behind.
She supposes itâs only awkward if she makes things awkward, just like Aâwhora said. So when Tayce gently strokes Aâwhoraâs hand with her thumb, itâs only to illustrate to Aâwhora that things arenât weird between them. Itâs not to see how the other girl is going to react to that at all. Itâs not because being affectionate with Aâwhora just feels correct and perfect, the easiest thing in the world.
Tayce is holding her breath waiting for Aâwhora to do something else. Something to raise her hopes, something to show her that maybe she does want something to happen between them again. She wants the film to go on forever and give them infinite time in this no-manâs-land of comfortable tension, because when it ends she knows Aâwhora will probably just get up from under the blanket and slip away as if everything is back to normal.
When Aâwhora lets go of her hand, Tayce feels her hopes drop into the pit of her stomach, a rollercoaster coming to a dead stop. The ride is over.
But a second later she wraps her arm around Tayceâs waist, squeezes her close in a hug, and the ride begins all over again. Tayceâs heart rate spikes as she shifts a little, getting comfortable before bringing her arm around Aâwhoraâs middle too and holding her right back.
Itâs then that Lawrenceâs voice makes Tayce snap her head away from the film, her glazed-over eyes having to focus on her friend whoâs regarding her with a raised eyebrow. âFuckâs going on under that blanket? You two fingering each other?â Â
Bimini snaps their head up and yells as Tayce tries to conceal the wave of panic that hits her, rolls her eyes and shakes her head and tells Lawrence that she needs to get her mind out the gutter. Sheâs sure that being called out will make Aâwhora flinch away, a woodland animal startled by a twig breaking, but she just giggles and buries her face into Tayceâs side all bashful.
God, Tayce wants to kiss her so much.
The film reaches the scene where Emma Thompson cries in her bedroom to Joni Mitchell, and the sniffing from the floor indicates sheâs not the only one.
âBimini! You said you hated this film!â Tayce laughs, nudging her friend with her foot.
âYeah, but anyone who doesnât cry at this scene is a hard-hearted bastard,â they reply, voice thick with emotion.
âAww, BonBon. Itâs okay, Iâve got a little tear as well,â Aâwhora murmurs from Tayceâs side. She huffs a sigh. âI canât even believe anyone would fall for that pencil-skirt-wearing cow. I mean, she fucking manspreads and thatâs supposed to be some sort of sexy come-on?â
âAw, and like you could do any better?! Weâve all seen you trying to flirt, itâs embarrassing!â Lawrence cries in outrage.
Tayce is reminded of nights out earlier in the year when Aâwhora would talk to girls at bars and Tayce would always feel this inexplicable burn in her chest in response. She remembers the unfounded relief when Aâwhora would come back home to the flat with the rest of them, one-night-stand missions failed, and the churn in her stomach the times when sheâd leave with a girl she didnât know and sneak back into the flat at nine in the morning, ready to tell the others about her exploits from the night before which Tayce never wanted to hear.
Sheâs really fancied Aâwhora for a long time, now she thinks about it.
âI could so do better!â Aâwhora complains, and Tayce isnât looking at her but she just knows sheâs pouting.
Lawrence chuckles, tilting her head in amusement. âGo on then! What would your plan of action be, Miss fuckinâ Womaniser?â
Thereâs a pause before Aâwhora says, âWell Iâd probably wait until we were both drunk on a night out, do tequila shots with them, drape myself over them, kiss them, then get them to take me back home.â
Tayce thinks she deserves an Oscar for the way she refuses to outwardly react to the way Aâwhora has essentially just described their kiss from that night out. Inside, however, itâs a different story. Sheâs not sure itâs possible for her heart to go any faster, and every cell of her body seems to buzz. She can barely hear Lawrence and Bimini laughing in response to Aâwhoraâs comment for the way her bloodâs roaring in her ears. Once the others stop paying attention and go back to watching the film, itâs only then that Tayce turns her head, raises one unimpressed eyebrow at Aâwhora whoâs looking up at her with a scheming smirk on her face and a glint in her eye.
And right as sheâs looking at her, Aâwhora closes her eyes and plants a kiss against Tayceâs arm then goes back to watching the movie as if nothing ever happened.
Itâs at that point that Tayce feels her mouth dry up, feels something coil tight inside her and a throb between her legs. Something is going to happen the moment the pair of them are alone, she can feel it. Thereâs no way it canât. In stark contrast to earlier, Tayce now wills the film to end sooner rather than later.
And it does. Finally. The credits roll, the Beach Boys are playing, and Lawrence slaps her thighs. âWell, that was a heap of shite!â
âIâve still not forgiven Alan Rickman. God love the dead old bastard,â Bimini shrugs, heaves themself up off the floor and slides their phone out of their back pocket, scrolling busily. âOh, Ellieâs asking if we wanna come join her anâ Anne for drinks. Apparently theyâre in some boujie cocktail bar in town spending all their student loan and need responsible adults to stop them.â
âWhy the hell are they asking us then?â Tayce quips, the giggle it elicits from Aâwhora sending a shockwave down her spine.
âIâm down to go meet them both. Iâm already tipsy, might as well go the whole hog and get rat-arsed,â Lawrence says decisively, leaping up from the sofa and fixing Tayce and Aâwhora with an inquisitive glance. âYou two coming?â
Tayce lets go of Aâwhoraâs waist and stretches to make a point. âNah, babe, I canât. Got this essay due on Wednesday Iâve not started.â
Bimini snorts. âYeah, I forgot. Youâre dead on it and organised, inât ya?â
Tayce pulls a face at them while Lawrence asks Aâwhora.
âMmph. Think I need a nap before I even think about drinking any more, hun.â
Lawrence eyes them both suspiciously and appears to be about to say something else before Bimini tugs on her arm and distracts her. âCâmon then, letâs leave these two to be boring. Have fun, losers!â
Goodbyes are exchanged between them and Lawrence and Bimini finally leave, the fire door to the kitchen swinging shut and leaving the warm glow of the fairy lights, the blanket, the sofa, and Aâwhora gazing at her with that shit-eating smirk on her face again.
So Tayce wastes no time in bringing a hand up to her jaw, leaning down and kissing her, and judging by the way that Aâwhora melts into her and lets out a little happy sigh of satisfaction sheâs been waiting for it just as much as Tayce has. They fall together like itâs easy, as if both of the times theyâve done this before have been all the practise they need. Aâwhora brings her hand to rest against Tayceâs cheek as if sheâs trying to somehow pull her closer than she already is, and her neediness makes Tayce giggle against her lips. In turn it sets Aâwhora off, and when she pulls away their faces are still close and thereâs little smiles on each of them.
âWhatâs so funny, you little bitch?â Aâwhora smirks, her barbed words cushioned by the way sheâs wriggling onto Tayceâs lap and bringing her arms up to circle around her neck just like she did the first time in the club.
âJust youâre kind of giving me mixed signals here, baby. Saying you donât want things to be awkward and then moving to me the entire film,â Tayce mutters, keeping a playful smile on her face despite the fact her words hold entirely too much truth.
It clearly takes the wind out of Aâwhoraâs sails because she casts her gaze down, pauses before speaking and looking at Tayce from under her lashes. âI didnât mean that, I just meantâŠI want us to be able to do stuff and not have it be awkward afterwards.â
Oh.
This is a game changer. So Aâwhora doesnât regret anything. She doesnât want them to go back to the way things were- well no, she does, just with an extra little bit of something more added in. She wants the friendship they have but she also clearly wants Tayce like she wants her back, and the realisation makes Tayce squeeze her thighs together, anticipation now so high she feels scared for her blood pressure.
Tayce tries not to let her realisation show on her face. Instead she looks at Aâwhora with interest, raises an eyebrow at her in amusement. âWhatâs âstuffâ, then?â
âWell, just likeâŠif weâre both horny and in the same flat then it saves us having to swipe Tinder for hours on end only to find a girl with a boyfriend whoâs looking to âexperimentâ and never found another girlâs clit in her life, doesnât it?â Aâwhora shrugs blithely despite the blush thatâs hit her cheeks, her turn of phrase making Tayce bite back a smile. âWhereas Iâve been told Iâm quite good at that.â
The twinkle is back in Aâwhoraâs eye again and the combination of that, her smirk and her words make Tayceâs stomach do a somersault. She canât let it show, though, canât let Aâwhora see her crack so she blinks to maintain her composure, tilts her head with mock-curiosity. âHave you now.â
âYeah. Could show you if you wanted,â Aâwhora grins brazenly back at her, shifting a little in Tayceâs lap and sending her into orbit. âPlus I canât remember if I put on matching underwear this morning, soâŠyou should come help me check.â
Tayce breaks the stalemate to throw her head back in a laugh. âJesus Christ, Lawrence was right. You actually canât flirt to save yourself.â
She watches Aâwhoraâs face drop into a pout and instantly feels as if sheâs kicked a puppy, so Tayce brings one of her hands up to rest on top of her thigh and gives it a squeeze. âSays a lot for how fit you are that itâs still working though, doesnât it?â
The pout cracks into a scheming smile, and Tayce matches it before Aâwhora leans in and kisses it off her face. Itâs more heated this time, that little undercurrent of intensity as Tayce runs her tongue over Aâwhoraâs and hears her whimper against her lips. As Aâwhora pushes her fingers into Tayceâs hair Tayce lets her hands drift around to the small of her back, and the way Aâwhora keeps shifting needily in her lap only makes Tayce want her more, which she didnât think was even possible.
âWeâve got a free flat, you know,â Aâwhora mutters in between little kisses, her voice low as she whispers against her lips.
âProbably a good thing. You couldnât be quiet if your life depended on it,â Tayce teases, running her fingers over the waistband of Aâwhoraâs sweatpants in an attempt to try and convey how much she needs her.
âOh, you have no idea, babe,â Aâwhora smirks before pulling away, ripping her top out from where itâs tucked into her waistband and tugging it off, barely even giving Tayce a chance to react. Sheâs left in a little black bralet with Playboy logos along a white band at the hem, and Tayce feels her mouth go dry.
Sheâs really, really hoping Aâwhora put on matching underwear this morning.
But sheâs still taken aback because after all- theyâre in the middle of their living room, and any of the others could walk in at any given moment- so she canât help the way her mouth drops open and the way she lets out a little shocked giggle. âAâwhora!â
âWhat?!â Aâwhora smiles smugly back at her, clearly glad sheâs got the reaction she wanted.
âWeâre not shagging on this couch, are you insane?! Itâs rotten! Kim Woodburn would have a fit if she saw it!â
âOh, so we are going to shag?â Aâwhora regards her with one cocked eyebrow, and Tayce canât help but mirror it. Thereâs a pause before she gives a small huff of mock-resignation, sealing their fate.
âGod. Weâre really doing the whole friends with benefits clichĂ©, then?â
Aâwhora smirks affectionately at her. âOnly awkward if we make it awkward.â
She holds out her pinkie between them and Tayce takes it with a resigned laugh, the childish nature of their promise contrasting deeply with the whole situation.
âCâmon then, bestie, lead the way.â
And as Aâwhora scrambles excitedly off her lap and Tayce takes the opportunity to smack her ass playfully, she feels her heart soar and her head grow light at the thought of being able to do everything sheâs been thinking about doing for over a month with one of her best friends in the world.
She wonders why everyone seems to say that a friends with benefits situation isnât a good idea. This is already the best decision sheâs made in years.
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The Adventures of Hildraed Dawnsbane -Â Fucking Morals and Damnit Fine (5/?)
Farmer, Pirate, Menace, Captain, Dawnsbane. Hildraed has many titles, she really could have lived well without Watcher.
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Hildraed meets a certain chanter and is faced with the uncomfortable revelation that she might be making friends.
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Read here or on Ao3. (3224 words)
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The keep was⊠something. Something for sure. Even from a distance they could see the broken, rotting walls. How fitting. Certainly reflective of her mental state.
Mud stuck on her boots as she dragged them over the moist ground, not bothering to lift her feet. She could practically feel the elf boyâs disapproving glare. Well too bad for him, if she had suffer sheâd at least look like it too, so nobody got any dumb expectations. Thankfully that message seemed to come across to her companions, because no one bothered her until they finally reached the outer walls.
Well, technically none of them bothered her then either, instead it was someone else, an island aumaua happily humming at a crumbling wall. Alright then. Sure there werenât all that many fortresses in the Deadfire, but still this decaying pile of stones could hardly be that interesting.
âFascinating brick wall, Iâm sure.â Some distant part of her brain told her it probably wasnât her greatest idea ever to immediately antagonize every random stranger just minding their own business, but she really, really didnât give a shit right now. She winced at another painful pulse shooting through her head.
Fortunately the stranger didnât seem to mind either way.
âOh, it is! Or the wall itself maybe not, it is a very traditional build. But here look! An inscription! The builders most likely, signing their work. Isnât it fascinating?â The aumaua was smiling at her now, his terrible sincerity completely frying Hildraedâs brain. That and the Rauataian accent. That was a bit unexpected.
Once again the stranger didnât seem to mind her undoubtedly rude, mindless stare, for he didnât even wait for an answer before continuing his excited babble.
âBut the truly interesting part is in there." He points a piece of charcoal in his hand at the gates. "...and I haven't had much luck in reaching the keep itself. I hoped to find the master of this place - a man by the name of Maerwald - but it seems that he either holds his privacy most dear or else has been devoured by his houseguests.â Somehow, not even his with sharp teeth infested grin he seemed threatening. How could a humanoid shark look so cuddly? Oh wait, he probably expected an answer.
âMjam. Old man, delicious.â Oh well, not the worst thing sheâd ever said. That opinion quickly changed when the strangerâs loud, bellowing laugh nearly made her go cross-eyed from the headache.
âFor some fellows Iâm sure! But personally Iâd prefer a talk over making a meal of him. You see, Iâve travelled far and wide over Eora in search of the Tanvii ora Toha. You know it?â Unfortunately. Though she hadnât encountered a ton of Rauataians (or at least not many willing to have a talk), there had been a few. And they tended to talk when drunk. Often unbidden and at length.
Okay that was a lie, Hildraed had always sucked up knowledge like a sponge, so of course she had interrogated everyone in reach for anything interesting or useable. Not that this guy needed to know that. Why had they been talking about that again? Oh yes. Wait what?
âSure, sure. But why should it be here?â Still undeterred his grin grew even wider.
âNow that is the question isnât it? I have no idea! But still the traces are leading me here. Unfortunately I havenât had much luck breaching the defences, however unintentional they are.â For the first time during their conversation something other than rampant enthusiasm appeared on his face. If she hadnât known better Hildraed might have called it sly. Oh who was she kidding, she didnât know any better. âThere must be some reason youâre here, is there not? Iâm certain together weâll have better chances to reach the fort than alone!â His eyes wandered over to the side. Oh yes, she wasnât travelling alone. If she was forgetting this already the headache was slowly becoming more dangerous than annoying. Still very annoying though. âThat is, if your companions donât mind me joining.â
The elf boy did look miffed, but when did he not? And he didnât seem inclined to deny the protection another party member would bring, so Hildraed counted him on board. She doubted the farmer would be an issue, but then again what did she know about these people. She turned around to him. And promptly did a double take at his dopey grin.
ââLong as you donât try to hang me off a tree, Iâm square.â Hildraed blinked. Perhaps it wasnât actually her, perhaps people just talked to this man like that. And from the way he STILL grinned that was probably not farfetched.
âThat I believe is a promise I can make. I donât even think any of the trees left here would be able to hold you.â Yep, that settled it. Everyone else here was just as insane as her. How comforting. âNow to official introductions, my name is Kana. Kana Rua. At your service.â What followed was hat flourish that made Hildraed actually home sick. How come everyone had an awesome hat except her?
Introductions were quickly done away with (or so Hildraed thought, at this point she couldnât be sure of anything), and they set off for the keep. The sooner they were inside the better.
Unfortunately the mentioned house guests apparently disagreed with that sentiment. As soon as they set foot into the courtyard they were set upon by multiple shades, followed by some phantoms, all of them very angry.
And at this point Hildraed was too. Her head was hurting like a bitch, nothing made sense in this damn place, and even the fucking wildlife wanted to skin her. She was tired. Oh so tired. But she was also absolutely livid.
The shades swarmed them, phantoms following up close and the banter died down. Swords slashed against strange, mist like flesh in an uncomfortably screeching noise, spells were muttered and let loose in stabbingly bright flashes of colours.
And Hildraed screamed. As soon as the creatures were within range she let loose howl so disharmonic it could barely be counted as a chant. The spirits, hanging dark and heavy in the air, almost seemed to screech along with her as they were pushed back, but they had no chance to compete with Hildraedâs pure rage. There was no one around anymore, just her and (soon to be) dead bastards.
Feet on moist earth, cool air of the evening brushing almost gently across her cheek, thuds in her ears, red in her eyes, heavy breath from her throat. Gravity pulling at her she fell into every swing, using momentum to rip her broadsword back up. A deadly dance accompanied by her furious chants. One she had danced and sung many, many times. One she had not actually wanted to dance and sing again.
And that cost her. She was tired, angry, frustrated. And also no longer used to solid ground as her dance floor. She stepped forward, swinging her sword upwards in anticipation of a wave that didnât come. The sword went wide. The weight pulled her along, eyes wide as her balance tipped. Her breathed hitched, a second to long for the chorus, and her next verse slipped out of her grasp. The familiar sensation of an ended chant was just as horrifying as her fall. A lost chant was a lost life in battle, be it hers or her crew, most likely both.
Her back hit the ground with a heavy thump, her sword clanking right next to her, ripped aside with a well-trained reflex to not impale her. Not that it would do her much good anymore.
One more clank, this time from above her. A back to her, broad, and blond hair on the head above it. What?
Suddenly her head burned hot for a second, and the world was back in sharp focus. The farmer in front of her fending off the phantom sheâd attempted to decapitate, from behind her a chant. Her chant. Well not anymore, now with a halfway clear head again she could feel that chant had not dissolved when sheâd lost hold of it, instead someone else had picked it up and continued it. Somebody who sounded like they had shark teeth.
The light of a Minoletta spell stabbed her eyes for once she was glad for the headache it caused (strangely reduced now from before), as it finally triggered her fighting instincts again. She rolled over, carefully avoiding the sword (and getting grass stains all over herself for it) and dragged herself back up.
She allowed herself one glance backwards, which told her that indeed the newcomer was a chanter, and not a bad one at that, and also that she should most certainly remain on the front line with the farmer. The elf boy looked both determinedly terrified and very squishy, and though the sharkman could probably take a hit, there was no need to risk the chant breaking again.
Ripping her eyes away from the first chanter sheâd seen in a long, long time, she heaved her sword back up and fell into a defensive position between their main fighter and the squishy wizard. Not a position she was used to, but she would manage.
The fight didnât continue for much longer, as her companions had made short work of the spirits while sheâd been in a bloodthirsty (smokethirsty? Aetherthirsty? Maybe ask the wizard later) rage. Few hits managed to get through to her, and though she would have been hard pressed to admit it, it was probably for the best. The voice from behind her was deeply distracting. He wasnât singing her phrases anymore. Neither did he sound much like her. But she- she liked it. It was nice. Unfamiliar.
The last shadow disintegrated and a loud collective sigh moved through the group. The wizard was obviously very desperately trying not to hug his grimoire for comfort, the fighter was drenched in sweat like heâd been dropped into the sea, and the- the chanterâs hat was close to falling off, much like his by now wavering grin.
And theyâd made it barely through the courtyard.
Fuck.
Hildraed was very tempted to just let herself fall into the giant, overgrown flowerbed next to them and wait for the ground to just swallow her. But then again, sheâd lead a crew for too long to give in to that impulse. The close house it was then. The keep itself would definitely be infested, but perhaps, hopefully, the house had been spared this fate. Theyâd see. At the very least it couldnât be too many in the enclosed space, and Hildraed really, really didnât want to camp again. Or at least she didnât want to camp outside in the cold anymore.
âLadies, weâre trying our luck in the house.â Despite her desperate need to fall over again, she waited for the others to shuffle past her, in the elfâs case with a badly suppressed glower at her word choice. Which was indeed very funny and Hildraed could feel her lips twitch upwards. And though in other situations she would have relished in the mirth, perhaps right now wasnât time for this. Sadly.
Thankfully, no one had any other objections (in fact she was almost sure the singing shark had found it funny.) and they made their way over to the house with only their general grumpiness as an obstacle.
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The inside of the house was hardly comfortable, but Hildraed had slept in worse places. She certainly didnât want to stay in this shithole, but it was acceptable for a night, if it would keep her out of the wind.
That was what she kept telling herself, continuously plucking out gravel from her ass and back, as she had made the grave mistake of attempting to lie down. Or more accurately, she had flopped down and immediately cursed herself. Loudly.
That in turn had made the elf into a blushing, stammering mess, and heâd fled into a corner digging his nose into a book. Which he had from⊠somewhere. Hildraed wasnât quite sure where, but she wasnât about to ask. Mostly because she was curious how long it would take him to admit that he was sitting on a sharp stone.
âOw.â She grimaced and winced as she pulled out (probably) the last pebble. She hoped these werenât like sand. Sand youâd find in the weirdest places days later. Much like companions apparently.
One of which had left to check out the stairs up and had yet to return. Strange noises were coming from the direction of hallway, but as none of them were growls or shouts, Hildraed was willing to ignore them. She didnât know what the lonely farmer was doing in the back that would cause minor rockslides, and frankly she had no intention to find out.
A fire was lit in the middle of the room, next to the broken fountain. The structure might have been beautiful once, but now it was barely more than a heap of rubble. A shame really. Not that Hildraed cared. It wasnât like the thing reminded her of the old church, the only impressive construction in her old village. It wasnât like theyâd had anything like it there, a small pool in which sheâd played with the other children during her childhood. Nope, not at all.
With that thought she slumped down on the ground (carefully making sure to not repeat her mistake), her back to the structure, and poked the fire a bit. It crackled in front of her, warm and bright, while at the same time dousing the room in an ominous shadow, flames dancing on the walls in a constantly changing rhythm.
âAre you alright?â The voice sounded genuinely concerned, which surprised Hildraed more than the sudden words. She looked up through the flames, and her stupidly poetic with exhaustion brain tried to jumpstart another ramble at the sight of the aumauaâs changed skin colour. She was tempted to try and find a stick to beat her head with, but somehow, she didnât think that would be very helpful. She sighed.
âAre any of us?â Another dumb thought she hadnât wanted to voice. The crew didnât need to know her own insecurities. Thankfully, the awkward silence was broken by another one of their companions.
âThe stairs up are completely collapsed. Before anything from up there could attack us, itâd break its neck coming down.â EdĂ©r stepped out from the side room, rubbing his neck, rubble stuck all over his clothes and his hair. At least he hadnât broken his neck. With whatever he was doing. Since his clothes only seemed dirty and not actually all that dishevelled though, she felt almost bad for her inner monologueâs implications. Only almost though, because obviously heâd still been dumb enough to crawl around there.
He flopped down next to them, giving Aloth and his book a cursory glance. Only to immediately grimace in regret again. Hildraed snorted.
An awkward silence followed. Hildraed stared into the flames. But really what should she say to these people? She didnât know them, not really. She was just sitting in these fucking pebbles with them. Right? And why would she want to know them, knowing them brought responsibilities, knowing them would mean having to take care of them. She was done with that life, she didnât have a crew anymore and didnât want one. The fact that she had referred to them as such meant nothing. Old habits, nothing more.
âWould you sing with me?â What?
âWhat?â Hildraed blinked at- at- Kana. His name was Kana.
âWould you sing with me?â Nope, not any clearer, not even with his grin restored. âYour form in the fight was fascinating, and I would be honoured if you were to give me the opportunity of a chant with you.â He was looking at her over the fire with this shining, honest smile, and for a second Hildraed could feel her heart break. Gods be damned he was cute. He was a full grown man with the enthusiasm of a child. No she couldnât keep looking at this, his excitement might actually melt her.
Unfortunately, for some reason, turning away didnât help. On her other side sat- EdĂ©r. And though he wasnât quite as high level excitement, he looked terribly derpy with his dusty face and clothes, and also intrigued at the concept of show. Which she was not giving. She wasnât a fucking circus horse.
And the- Aloth, sitting across the room, doing a horrible job of subtly eyeing them with interest over his book would change nothing about it. Not even his embarrassing blush at having been spotted.
Oh who was she still trying to lie to. She had tried to keep her distance and had failed, now she might as well enjoy what she got out of it.
The self-revelation came and took the last bit of her adrenaline though. If she was going to give them a show, it would at least be an impressive one. She sighed, and for some reason it felt strangely liberating.
âFine, boy, but not right now. First a nap. I couldnât hit a note right now if I tried.â Now that was probably a lie, but she still wouldnât be good. She almost didnât dare look up, in fear that he had also mastered the sad puppy look, which might just be fatal for her conviction. Regrettably, her eyes drifted over on their own, and though he looked a little disappointed, Kana either couldnât or didnât want to utilize the sad puppy dog look. For Hildraed there were reasons to hope for both.
And while she was already looking at him, she couldnât help but eye him.
âYou know, you could bolster your chances for tomorrow by being my pillow for tonight.â He stared at her with surprise, and Hildraed wanted to bite herself. She was mushy enough, no need to make it worse! (And what if sheâd made him uncomfortable now?)
The moment passed though, and his grin returned full force. Instead of giving a verbal answer he just opened his arms expectantly. Before he (or she) could come to their senses and realize just how stupidly mushy they were being, she turned to the side, putting her head on his thigh. (Which was exactly as comfortable as it looked.)
This however put her into the uncomfortable position of having to see EdĂ©râs slightly jealous glances, and Alothâs now more frequent shifting. She rolled her eyes.
âFine, come here, bear, we donât want anyone getting pneumonia here. And kid, please just come to the fire at least, thereâs no need to skulk. And also pull that stone out of your bum, youâre proving nothing.â
Before she could see their reaction she turned into the other direction, entirely ignoring the shuffling behind and beside her. She didnât care what they doing. Okay she did, but at least for now that was only her business.
Which is why she definitely didnât ask: âHow about a demonstration if youâre still so fit?â
Which is why she definitely didnât feel vindicated at the excited answer.
Which is why she certainly didnât fall asleep to the velvety tunes of a Rauataian hymn.
#Pillars of Eternity#writing#Kana Rua#Edér Teylecg#Aloth Corfisor#hildraed#cursing#fanfiction#making friends
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iâm literally pulling this out of my ass so if there are errors and stuff doesnt make sense then please myob and pretend like u understand what im saying im trying to do this before i get caught not doing hw he comes at 6 n its 5:43 rnÂ
statistics
full name: suzy nora yoon nickname(s): su, suz (pronounced like snooze without the n)Â age: twenty three date of birth: tba! hometown: tba! gender: cis female religion: athiest sexuality: bisexual hair colour: black/dark brown eye colour: brown height: 5'5âł tattoos: tba! piercings: tba!
prompt + blackmail
a member of the yale's elite, they're twenty-three and a senior undergrad student majoring in aviation engineering. they are as gregarious as they are aimless.
TW DRUGS! 1. to pay for yale's very expensive tuitition, suzy sells weed that's both fake and real, depending on who is buying and if she likes them. she's not a good seller, though, so this hasn't been the best form of income for her. 2. got accepted into the aviation engineering program, but suzy can't complete her homework without the help of drugs to keep her mind focused and creative enough to understand the problems
aboutÂ
family/upbringing/childhood/wtvr
so! literally pulling this out of my ass and making things up as i go! suzy was born in a family with her parents (mom & dad), her older sister, and her older brother. the family was strictly middle class and her parents and siblings were very hardworking. her siblings were good at what they did and they excelled in their academics because they tried hard and all that stuff!
growing up, suzy followed her siblings and her parents and was basically a gifted child from the very start. elementary and middle school was not hard for her and she was in all the advanced and gifted programs. the family was calm and there wasnât anything drastic that removed the peace or caused any disruption at all. like. they were just chillin.Â
i think suzy had an average relationship with her parents. they were still asian, so like... itâs as good as it was going to get. she was somewhat close to her siblings, but seeing as they were 5/8 years older than her, the age gap wasnât that welcoming to the baby of the family. she was kinda just.. having fun on her own being smart n shit.Â
anyways! high school! where all gifted kids literally come to die! due to her shit from elem & middle school, she was offered a full ride scholarship to some prestigious school and as asian parents, they were NOT going to reject that free ride to a school that would help ensure suzyâs success in the future. she went from being one of the smartest kids to being another burnt out gift child and high school was fucking ROUGH!Â
bitch really had a fucking crisis and burned the fuck out. her not being the smartest bitch anymore literally killed everything in her and she just stopped being that. she met people and what do u know! got into the wrong crowd where drugs and alcohol was everyones bff!Â
she got into that pretty heavily by sophomore year i would say. she was just. yea.Â
i mean. she was burnt out but her grades were still fine if u saw them. studying isnt hard for suzy and shes pretty smart, but she wasnât at the very top of her class anymore and thats what killed her. instead of having straight aâs, suzy was getting bâs and a few câs. in a family where anything other than an a was acceptable it really just killed suzy some moreÂ
anyways! drugs and alcohol! made her feel good so she did it. she found that weed was the best thing as well as some tranquilizers/anything that relaxed her essentially. she just liked the feeling of floating n not caring or feeling any pressure like. she wanted to b in her own world n shit.Â
college/the elites
after graduating high school, she didnt apply to college right away because honestly? drugs and alcohol and a bitch didnt care by her senior year. her grades were not the best and while she couldve gotten into college, she literally had no interest for college and her parents at this point baiscally disowned her so like? who the fuck is gonna pay for her college??
her work ethic is the worst bc shes so careless like. bitch had a shift from 1-7pm and showed up at 5 because she literally didnt feel bothered enough to show up.
anyways a year or so after graduating high school (idk the math rn) she got really high off something and just. did a whole ass application to yale bc she decided to apply for the shits n giggles. wrote a fake letter of recommendation, wrote killer essay and personal reflection shit or wtvr, and even submitted the application with an attached document of her outlining an entire airplane that wouldve been fully functional except for a few tweaks n shit that was needed
she some how got in from that (this is fake this would probs not b real <3 teehee) and bc she was now accepted and going to yale (she accepted high aha a theme for her), she had to think about how to fund for this shit so she decided to get into drug dealing!
which is honestly. not going good like a bitch again has poor work ethics so her as a drug dealer is so.... she literally got into it bc of euphoria bc it looked easy but doing it... is not easy at all but its her only form of funding so sheâs doing it. kinda. loosely. please fire her.Â
idk where to put this but. suzy is kinda like that girl from the queens gambit where she feels like she needs drugs to function so like she ditches class but sheâll do all her assignments nicely bc she thinks the drugs give her superpowers to b smart n at the top of her academic class again
when shes under the influence of anything she feels like she can function more or like her life is just... better when shes not sober and ull rarely really see her sober like shes usually just on somethingÂ
idk where the post is rn bc im too lazy to look for it bc i jsut got a text that he was coming now but!!! its the tweet where a guy was drunk n drew up an entire blue print of an airplane and that is literally fucking suzy i swear to godÂ
when shes high sheâs like the smartest bitch around (shes smart without drugs but doesnt believe that) and can build airplanes n blueprints n solve maths n wtvrs
suzy is truly an asian stem bitch and the sciences and math is where she excels the most!!!! probs won awards n competitions for math and science but doesnt really acknowledge that much becase like... its just not something shes focused on
got into the elites by just making a blueprint of a plane from scratch infront of the twins like. legit just went infront of them, started making the blueprint from scratch to finish n gave it to them saying here is a blueprint for a new private plane u guys can build for urselvesÂ
personalityÂ
personality wise she is very friendly n goofy n chill n chaoticÂ
literally a dumbass n honestly really annoying just ask orionÂ
shes just a stoner having fun doing her life n not really caring about anything like. how she made it to senior year who the fuck knows i really dont honestly
i think the main way to describe her is bimbo like thats itÂ
not really into sharing her life and is more of a listener than a talker when it comes to conversations that are genuinely deep and personal. she will not talk to u about her problems and insecurities seriously (maybe sheâll do it in a self deprecating way) unless she trusts u w her life. otherwsie she will keep it to herself n prays that her stoner part will make people believe shes just chillin w no problems
when it comes to conversations about nonsense n fake deep shit like what is air then suzy will not shut the fuck up like if u wanna talk to someone about nonsense then suzy is truly ur bitch like. a bitch can fucking talkÂ
doesnt mind being alone bc she has fun on her own but she prefers company more bc she likes having fun and having someone to accompany wtvr she does. whether its for smoking/drinking or hanging out but also just for like... going to class if she chooses to attend and doing everyday errands like groceries or wtvr. she doesnt really do groceries tho bc she just steals orions fodo but when she does choose to go she likes having people with her :)Â
she doesnt have a passion for anything bc she doesnt dream of labor but the closest thing about b making airplanes or helicopters like. blueprints come easy to her n she enjoys making them bc she feels like shes actually capable of something bc shes aware that making them isnt something everyone can doÂ
u can treat her like a dumbass n she wont call u on it even tho shes kinda smart bc she feels like shes a dumbass
most likely has bad self esteem and feels like a failure but uses drugs n alcohol to ignore that feeling :)Â
probs the least judgemental person ull ever meet bc she really doesnt care about what u do like. she hears the secrets getting outted n she doesnt care there r high chances that sheâll still look at u the same way
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Iâve been watching an anime from 2004 called âAishteruze Babyâ mainly because I was thinking about Full Moon wo Sagashite again and wanted an early 2000s shoujo anime to watch which was slightly similar in tone and art style, and a very quick look at myanimelist it was a recommended anime under Full Moon.
I wasnât super into it at first. The main hook is a 5 year old girlâs mother walks out on her after a split from the husband and a nervous breakdown has her just leave one day. And so it falls on the extended family to take care of the little girl, specifically the 17 year old son of the family who is a proud womaniser and not exactly very bright. Heâs not an asshole. I guess himbo would be a good description even though heâs built like a twig classic bishounen style. But basically he openly sleeps around with the girls in his class, none of who see him as boyfriend material but good for a quick fuck. So his parents put the responsibilities of looking after the 5 year old on him, hoping it might ground him and steer him into behaving and acting more like an adult and less like the school bicycle.
I wasnât too into the first 2 episodes because the schmaltzy cuteness was laid on REALLY thick in the beginning. And Iâm someone who wants that fluff and found family feelings EARNED. You canât just HAND them to me. That annoys me XâD because I can just picture the insufferable cooing of teenaged girls seeing the early episodes for no other reason that the shallow âAw cute boy hug smol child!â and just... Iâm here for a narrative and character development, dammit! (yes I know. Why am I watching a shoujo then dfhfskjfd)
There was also the REALLY FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE jokes the boyâs eldest sister made telling him this little girl is âtoo young for himâ because this was the early 2000s and you could still make jokes like that and not have them be taken seriously because the internet wasnât a thing like it is now and weâve only realised now that EVERYONE is on here how many fucking sickos exist in the world. But even KNOWING that it was some really cringe moments that made me squirm in my chair. I can ONLY guess the writer wanted to REALLY point out to the audience that the teenaged boy and little girl are in a child/parent relationship and to see it as anything else is gross but IT DIDNâT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY!!! Luckily itâs brought up in the first episode and then never again because if that was gonna be a running joke I was gonna drop the show SO FAST.
The animation is also pretty ugly XâD early 2000s digital colouring with stiff, cheap animation.
However I stuck with it and itâs gotten much better, both with writing as well as... well not ANIMATION but in the individual drawings at least. I think what really saves the show is that they got an actual child voice actress for the little girl which makes her ENDLESSLY ENDEARING, but also because the little girl is written really well!! Like, I aspire to write child characters this good.
An example is where they need to buy her a new uniform for preschool to match everyone else. The little girl is getting made fun of at school and called a âshow offâ for wearing a different uniform. So when they buy her a new one sheâs very happy! But then on the day she actually has to wear it, she suddenly doesnât want to, and it takes a day of asking before she admits that her old uniform her mom bought for her, and sheâs scared if she doesnât wear it her mom wonât recognise her when she comes back. And she had to be explained to that her mom has known her since she was born. And would recognise her no matter what.
Little things like that and how the childâs logic works is what kept me invested so far.
But anyway... I literally just started watching this out of âI need a shoujo thatâs specifically like thisâ and I didnât feel like going back to Nana at the moment. (also them found family feels)
Anyone else familiar with this show at all? Iâm enjoying it so far but Iâm hoping it continues to stay good and doesnât crash and burn or anything by its end.
Iâve also been watching âMarch Comes in like a Lionâ but I can only watch an episode or two of that at a time because itâs incredibly emotionally charged.
Anyone else know of any very specific âearly 2000s Shoujo anime that âlook like thisââ shows I should put on my list if I get a craving like this again? I know there are some good ones out there but as always shoujo gets vastly overshadowed by whatever the big shounen show is at the moment. (Itâs One Piece. Itâs always One Piece)
Also please enjoy the best screenshot in the show so far
Also watch âFull Moon wo Shagashiteâ itâs really good.
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A Bakugou fluff alphabet like the Shinsou one would be amazing!
Woo first ask đ
A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)
Bakugou likes a lot of things about you
But his favorites are
Your thighs
Your hands
And your smile
Your thighs, no matter how big, are soft and warm and he loves cuddling with them
Your hands feel soft in his huge, calloused ones, and he loves the way they feel against him
Your smile is so pretty, and the smile you give him makes his heart melt
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
Eventually, he would
Hes more focused on his career, becoming the number one hero is his main priority
But, once you both are situated and have the money and are more able to make your own schedules
Ya, hed love to have a couple little ones with you
Hed want 2, maybe 3
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
Hes such a stubborn brat
Hell act like he doesn't want cuddles but he a d o r e s them
Hell kinda just pull you into him or just flop onto your chest and hug you tightly
His hands are all over you, and he just wants to be as close to you as possible
D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
Hes all about having fun
So your dates are things like amusement parks
Pranking your friends
Things like that
He wants to have fun with his baby so he makes sure that dates focus on that
E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my worldâŠ))
You are his happiness
He has friends, sure, but no one had ever made him as happy as you have
As someone who is prone to anger, having someone who makes him unbelievably happy is extremely important
F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
He figured out he loved you one night when you were cuddling
You had been dating for a few months, and you were sleeping in his room since you had been there all day and didn't feel like going back to your room
But he couldn't sleep
As you clutched his shirt in your fist, hugging him tightly, he stared at you
You were so beautiful, even asleep, and his mind wandered to how amazing you were to him
So, he ended up staying up all night thinking about how much he loved you
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
It depends on the situation
Or more like, he has 2 modes for every situation
He has his more rough front, that he uses mainly when you're in public or hes just in that mood
And then he has his soft mood, where he gently hugs you and presses little pecks to your forehead
He doesn't like feeling vulnerable, and acting soft makes him feel so, but over time he gets more used to it around you
H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
Just plain lacing his fingers through yours
Hell either just grab your hand and hold it without saying anything, acting like it's no big deal
Or hell kinda shyly sneak his fingers into yours, blushing a bit
I = Impression (What was their first impression?)
His first impression of you was the same as he viewed everyone else
You were just another damn extra
He warmed up a bit faster to you, as with the beginning tests and stuff he got to see how strong you were
So basically it was just 'I'm better than you, but you're not the worst.'
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)
Yes
So much
He hates when other people flirt with you, you're his - they should know that
And he doesn't appreciate when you give too much attention to others
Honestly, hes a bit insecure about how you feel about him, knowing most people can get really annoyed by his attitude, so he hates the idea of anyone giving you the possibility of leaving him
K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)
So again, 2 modes
Hes either kissing you super soft, gripping your face or your waist and kissing you slow and deeply
Or theres his fast, rough kisses where he pushes you against a wall and let's his hands roam your body as he bites your lip and shoves his tongue in your mouth
So he initiated the first kiss - you had been dating for like 2 days and he wanted to kiss you, so he did
It was in between the two, since he still didn't really wanna be soft with you but he didn't wanna scare you or something by going all out
L = Love (Who says âI love youâ first?)
He does
It's out of nowhere, like you're just doing homework or something and hes just like
"I love you "
He probably didn't mean to actually say it, but he did, and you said it back!
So all was good
M = Memory (Whatâs their favourite memory together?)
When he asked you out
He had been crushing on you for so long, and was getting so fed up about not knowing your feelings
He honestly assumed you didn't like him
But when he asked you out and you got the biggest smile on your face and said ya, it made him so happy!
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
Rarely
He doesn't really think about what kinds of material things you'll like
And he hates shopping, so he barely ever goes with you
He gets you gifts here and there ofc, but he doesn't spoil you unless he feels there is a reason to
O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)
Green, like an emerald
Why?
Because you compliment him when he wears it, and he thinks you look good in it
It kinda becomes your guy's color
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
He uses a lot of pet names actually
A lot of cute ones too
When around others he may stick to brat, babe, or baby
But when you're alone
"Sweetie, can you help me with this?"
"Hey cutie, how was training?"
"Y/n, love, stop fucking whining and give me a hug"
Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)
Likes watching old movies with you
Like really old cliche action movies
Hes the type to comment during movies, and old movies, while amazing, are fun to make fun of
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
Cook
Its something that will keep him warm, and it's fun to do
If you dont know how to cook he takes this chance to teach you
Or if you do then he likes to simply cook stuff with you
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)
Doesn't really know how to cheer himself up
Tries to distract himself, and that usually involves you helping him do so
When you're upset, he really doesn't know what to do
Hell let you talk to him, and hell give you hugs when you want
But one thing this boy is good at is hyping you up, so if you're insecure about something, he will ramble for days about how amazing you are
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
The future is a big one
He likes talking about what life might be like once you're pro heroes
Where will you live?
How famous will you get?
Stuff like that
Also likes talking about your guys friends, it's fun to him
U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
Training
If hes stressed, hes dragging you out to the field so you can train
Besides, he likes training with you anyways so that you can become the strongest power duo
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
On himself, he shows off a lot
Sometimes it's his muscles
Or his quirk
Or his brain
But with you, hell hype you up on these things too
"Y/ns stronger than all you extras!"
W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)
Proposes after you graduate
He doesn't want to wait, he knows he loves you and wants to marry you, so he proposes as soon as possible
Besides, you wont have much time for all the wedding preparations or honeymoon if he waits longer
He cooks your favorite food, and he proposes at home
Its really cute and personal, and you couldnt be happier
X = XX (What's something only you know)
You're the only one that knows how scared he is for the future
How he doesn't actually think hes good enough
He knows hes strong and all that, but he doesn't think he has all the makings of a number one hero
And that's the goal hes followed since he was little - he wouldn't know what to do if it failed
He only confides In you about this, the only thing reassuring him is your comforting words - the words of someone he is sure will make a wonderful hero someday
Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
Again, yes
He loves you so much
So why wouldn't he want to spend the rest of his life with you
Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)
Probably a snake
He loves snakes, so it would be awesome for you two to get one, or 5
#bakugou x reader#boku no hero academia#bnha#my hero academia#mha#bakugou katsuki#bakugou fluff#bakugou imagine#bakugou headcanons#bakugou fluff alphabet
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Zero to Six ~ Chapter Six
I always get really worried that these chapters are way too short for everyone, which they probably are :â( am sorry.
Again! thank you for all the amazing support, I really couldnât be writing this without you guys <3 and if you want to be tagged let me know.Â
Warnings: little bit of swearing.
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The night consisted of looking through research and planning the best way to go about getting the dictators brother out of the tower in Hong Kong.
The night was also spent fighting glances at a certain blonde haired, green eyed man who wouldnât quite smirking every time he caught me looking.
Dam him.
I havenât even been in his presence 24 hours, yet I didnât know if I wanted to beat the shit out of him or jump him, kissing him like my life depended on it.
Maybe both?
Five had offered the pull out bed in her room while One made arrangements to get me my own space, which I gladly took.
Although I tossed and turned most of the night I couldnât say the next morning that I was at all tired when I woke up, excitement was coursing through my veins for the flight.
One had come in with some clothes heâd picked up for me seen as this was an impulse decision. I put on the black skinny jeans and threw on the long burgundy striped top. Finishing it off with some long black boots that had laces all the way to the top and a dark green leather jacket. I didnât have any other bags apart from my laptop bag, I slung it over my shoulder while heading out to meet Five.
I walked in the middle, the others chatting away behind me while One was up front. I was way too excited to get on the plane.
I sat in my own section with Two sitting behind me, Three sitting across from her. Four and Five where opposite mine, I was sat on the same row as Five. Four had placed himself on the other row by the window, great a 5 hour flight feeling him burn holes into my head.
âHow are you feeling this morning darling?â His voice was like honey, way better sounding than over coms.
I smiled over to Four as best I could not showing how much the nickname effected me. âFine, more excited than nervous really. Itâs just great not to be stuck in a room. How you feeling monkey boy?â
âWhy do you have to call me that? Could you at least come up with something that sounds a bit more sexy?â He looked at me with a cute pout.
I just scoffed. âI think youâre the only person that thinks youâre sexy, well apart from that blonde you picked up at the bar.â Lies
âAre you jealous? You know that was for mission purposes, besides Iâve seen the way you always stare at me sweetheart.â I just looked at him with an annoyed expression.
âKeep telling yourself that babe.â I opened my laptop fully intent on ignoring him the rest of the flight, that hadnât even taken off yet.
âYou guys do know where all still here right?â Three said awkwardly.
It was about an hour into our flight when Seven announced that things would start to get bumpy, Three started getting very uneasy.
âYou know I usually just look at the staff to see if I should be worried.â I turned to see him clutching white knuckles to his seat.
âYou mean the flight attendants, you can just look at me.â Two said.
âOh darling you could be on fire and youâd have the same blank expression on your face. No offence.â I turned to raise my eyebrows at Five.
Something was definitely going on with these two.
âYou know what sucks guys, if we were to crash.â I looked over to see Four open one eye from his sleeping state to make a face at Five. âNo one would ever care. Like we never existed.â
He said it loud enough for One to hear in the cockpit.
âYou know I can hear you, if youâre going to shit yourself thereâs a bathroom in the back.â
I just giggled and got on with some work, so this is what it was like to be around them.
It was always fun to hear their bickering over coms but this was even better, a warm feeling had started invading my heart. It was nice to be around people again.
They fought, were sometimes asses but this was my family. For once in my life I started to admire One for bringing such an amazing bunch of people together. I decided in that moment that there was no where Iâd rather be, and if I was to die on a mission I know I surrounded myself with the best family I could have asked for.
When we landed Three finally started to get some colour back in his cheeks, I patted him on the back laughing as I passed him to the exit.
âHey you little shit, donât make fun of me or Iâll find out your fear.â He just shouted after me.
We dumped our bags outside the plane, One debriefed us one last time on the plan.
âChowtime.â One clasped his hands together as we all cheered.
I decided to sit at the highest table so I could carry on working, just notes in a note book I didnât feel safe getting the laptop out in such an open space.
Suddenly my note book was ripped out my hands and in its place a bowl of noodles was set down.
âHey!â I began to protest looking up at the thief.
I was met with Four, closing my note book, putting it safely back in my bag. âDo you ever stop working?â He sat down on the stool next to mine.
I just sighed tilting my head at him. âItâs been nonstop for three years of my life, am afraid at this point I donât know how to do anything else with my time.â
âWe could change that.â He smirked.
I just scoffed cracking open my chopsticks maybe a little too aggressively. âExcuse me, Iâd like some alone time with my noodles.â
âNo come on am sorry, I think we should start over.â
âWhat?â I turned my head at him in confusion.
âWe havenât had time to talk properly since you got here, seen as weâve only really talked over the wire maybe we should have a fresh start.â He held out his hand. âHello, my names Four.â
I just laughed at him, putting my chopsticks down as I took his hand shaking it. âZero.â
âWhat a beautiful name.â
Iâd forgotten about the sudden shock Iâd got from just brushing his hand. But here I was holding it and it felt like hot lava now.
I looked up to his face but he showed no signs of feeling it too. So I let go turning to take another mouth full of noodles.
âYou know, I was surprised that you didnât suddenly knock me on my ass when I came in.â I laughed. âYouâve threatened me with it enough times.â
âWell I could say the same for you, but thereâs plenty of time yet for that sweetheart, Iâll make you wait. Get you when youâre not expecting it.â He laughed at my worried expression.
âAre you nervous?â I asked not looking at him. âFor the mission I mean.â
âWhy does everyone always ask me this.â He huffed.
âItâs okay to be scared Four, fear is what keeps us alive.â
He didnât say anything, when I looked at him he was looking at me with an emotion I couldnât put my finger on.
âAll you can ever do is your best.â I smiled picking up the last noodle.
âI guess, hey when did you get so smart?â
âMaybe about an hour ago?â We both just chuckled.
âYou guys finished? Itâs time to go. â Seven said from behind us.
âYeah, weâre good.â I smiled at Four as he passed me my bag.
As I walked out Five caught me by my arm, she then proceeded to hand me 50 dollars.
âYou were right, they did it in Vegas.â She clicked at me.
âTwo and Three eh, maybe there hope for me after all.â we both just laughed and got into the car.Â
Chapter Seven
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My recap/review of PĂ„ Holmen - Episode 4
Revenge of the Sidekick. Calle is the last one to steer the show and take command of his fellow mates. I invite everyone to discuss the fourth episode with me, either here, or on facebook in Ylvis- a group.
Hereâs my chronological recap/review of the fourth episode of âYlvis PĂ„ Holmen med Calle og Magnusâ
Episode 4
I have to apologize to all Calle fans beforehand. I might have been a bit biased from the start since I never really could warm up to Calleâs humour and turns out I still donât really get it. I tried my best to approach his show with an open mind, even more so since Magnus proved me wrong with his show, but I fear this recap might be a bit judgemental.
- Calle playing an instrument is an unexpected but good start
- âmusic related showâ doesnât sound bad at all considering how music heavy Stories from Norway is and how good Ylvis are with music related stuff in general
- âletâs make a summer show, they said. Itâll be fun, they said. Letâs shoot it in late fall. Letâs wear the warmest and cosiest sweaters we have. Why not add a thick scarf.â The dichotomy of all this is a joke already
- Calle randomly grabbing a microphone and starting to sing? Is this Calleâs minutt 2.0?
- was this an impro song challenge? Is it a known song? It looked like they checked cue cards. But Vegardâs short refusal was fun to watch
- Second instrument for Calle. He is really trying to showcase himself most in this, isnât he. What started fun, is kinda irritating to me at this point already
- I am glad the other guys seem to enjoy it very much though, that is nice to watch.
- BĂ„rd saying out loud that Calleâs task was a shitty task to give, is so on brand for him. Tv? Audience? Doesnât matter. If he disagrees heâll say it.
- 5 minutes in and Calle getâs backlash from his own friends. Already very dividing episode, apparently not only for me as a viewer but also BĂ„rd as a âcontestantâ
- Greven av grĂžnt slowly turns into my favourite reoccuring segment
- I begrudgingly admit that the brothersâ glee over each otherâs pain is very entertaining
- the fact that BĂ„rd and Vegard are often seen most laughing at stuff Calle does, isnât always understandable for me but itâs joyful to watch since I donât think a lot makes them laugh like that
- was Magnus choice a trick question? Is that KĂ„lrot in that bowl but KĂ„lrabi was the right answer? Was this a challenge like when you have to say the colour something is written in but not the colour that the letters say? I am confused. I canât decide if Magnus was just a sore loser or if they made it extra difficult for him by switching answer and displayed item. And no, itâs not the same fo me.
- even after getting the punishment he still insists on it being the same. I know someone who probably did a google research after this, trying to prove his point. I feel a bit bad for him since it really looks like a trap he ran into.
- Calle having to laugh when he gets the cue cards for the characters is sweet. Even with a short written introduction the others can already make him laugh/smile.
- Vegardâs story mostly works with a dialect and his setup; the pun (if I understood it right) not too much. I would say that Vegard is an overthinking comedian, whereas BĂ„rd seems to be more on-the-spot. Thatâs why I think they complement each other so perfectly.
- Vegard still continuing in character steals some fire from Magnus even before he sat down. A bit unfortunate for the focus of the segment.
- Chicago announcing that he is easy to fool is something the audience should rather experience through his story. The fact that he mentions it twice before even starting the story is a bit too self-aware for someone who claims to be easily fooled.
- Magnus story could have been better if better told. Like I said, too much self-awareness
- BĂ„rd crashing the scene. Whatâs new. He uses the element of surprise for his entry
- Vegard did it again. His antics overshadowing BĂ„rdâs PMS,SMS joke. It begins to be annoying. Using blindness as the ongoing joke wasnât that funny. Especially when it meant that it disrupts the other peopleâs performances.
- self-drawn TV Norge patch is a nice touch.
- BĂ„rdâs jokes before he even begins his story are already more fun for me than the other oneâs stories.
- BĂ„rdâs actual storyâŠâŠ how did he pass the psychopath test?!  Good thing he has golf as an outlet. Yes, I know he made up a character but his story sounds like he was exposed to too much self-insert fanfiction.
- Interrupting them singing with a commercial break: just rude.
- introducing someone with the help of his shoe? Which is unrelated to why the guest is there? Misleading and irritating but thatâs probably also the fun of it.
- Was Calleâs Streken imitation good? Yes. (Although it also reminded me a bit of the Pingu Sketch from Ylvis III.)Â
- but within less than 23 minutes of the show Calle made it several times about himself and not so much about challenging the others. I didnât see that as much when the others where hosting and I personally prefer the previous hosts for that.
- maybe itâs the sidekick revenge
- Vegard not managing one simple word when starting his imitation and sounding like a stereotype caveman. At least he can laugh about his own failure
- every task Calle calls them in the same order: Vegard, Magnus, BĂ„rd. A bit repetitive. Switching it up wouldâve done the episode some good
- the painting: Picasso meets Aladdinâs (very tired) Genie?
- I think we all know Vegard can do better than that, but a fair attempt
- Kudos to Magnus. Competing against Ylvis in a musical contest. And he did good.
- Thank you camera man for the close-up of BĂ„rdâs hand
- Sooo, half of the episode is dedicated to the three not being so good at imitations and then BĂ„rdâs performance is a revival of his Sondre imitation sketch just with another artist but similar antics?
- Sorry, BĂ„rd, youâre still my favourite but to me the winner of this competition was Magnus. In comparison to the others he delivered a fair imitation. BĂ„rd bent the rules and was then rewarded for it. If the challenge wouldâve asked for another setup, I might have granted him the win but not this way.
- Slapstick Calle putting his performance first again with the thinking staredown. It went for too long.
- Garden commentary already starting wild with mentioning Aleksander and BĂ„rd had sex
- so many brilliant things to unravel
- BĂ„rd wanting to switch Vegard for Aleksander as a brother because he is less mansplaining nerdy
- Aleksander saying BĂ„rd is smarter than he thought, BĂ„rd embracing Aleksanderâs lack of knowledge as a positive thing, the complimenting battle between those two was a highlight of this episode
- Vegard thinking about if he ever made a bird brothel before...this man is a delight. That he took a moment to question if he did before is testament to the fact how many weird things the brothers have already done in their life
- BĂ„rdâs right. Aleksander is excellent at cheering his teammates on
- No comment from me on Linda giving the bucket to Siri...but I am looking forward to one of the guys being in charge. So far I donât see the point in those specially appointed people since they donât seem to have any input or main role for the tasks. I see it only as a thing that exists to stir up drama.
- having tried to shoot with bow and arrow before, I can say that it was harder for me than it looks and I was impressed how good most of them were
- but either Magnus didnât see Kongen Befaler or he ignored the tears task from that show because he should have known then that Siri will probably react much worse to it then BĂ„rd.
- this is the second time where BĂ„rd knowingly couldâve had an advantage; first at golf, and second because of not being affected by onions
- Mansplaining Vegard is at it again
- I loved the end joke with BĂ„rd but in a way they had both the right and wrong person for this. Right because he, most likely, is the last to stress about when itâs his turn. Wrong because he is probably too relaxed to care about how long it takes. My guess is that he might have fallen asleep before he even got suspicious.Â
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Spiritual Connection - Part 1
Summary:Â Ever since you were a child, you had known the five men who lived in your Grandmotherâs house. What you werenât expecting upon returning as an adult was that they would still be there - and look exactly the same.
Pairing:Â Brian Kang / DAY6 x readerÂ
Genre:Â ghost au / fluff / romance
Warnings:Â none
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You could hear his loud counting as you scurried behind a stack of boxes, still holding onto the hand of your tall friend as you both crouched down. You glanced at Brian and started to giggle, his smile wide as he attempted to shush you.
âBe quiet, Dowoon will find us!â
âNot up here, you said no one ever comes into the attic,â you whispered back to the man and he gave you another of his smiles, your own lips now spreading into a grin.
You didnât care if hide and seek was childâs play. You had played this game every summer here at your Grandmotherâs house with your five friends and even if you had just turned eight, it was a tradition you werenât about to break.
Especially since Brian knew of all the best hiding spots within the large manor home.
âReady or not, here I come!â the deep voice announced from downstairs and you buried your small body into Brianâs side, attempting to get further out of sight. He chuckled and gave you a little shunt, which made you crane your neck up to shoot him a warning look, pursing your lips and jutting out your jaw silently. Now that the game was in play, you wouldnât make a single noise.
The problem was nor would Dowoon. You peeked over the stack of boxes every few minutes for the tall man, huffing with impatience. You loved this game, but sometimes you wanted to be caught out just so you could chase down your friends as well. The afternoon could pass by doing just that and you knew it already had when someone else called out for you instead.
âY/N! Dinnerâs ready!â your mother shrilled and you groaned, pouting at Brian.
âGotta go?â he murmured and you nodded dejectedly. He grinned at you and bopped you on the nose. âGo on then; donât make your mother wait. I bet dinner will be delicious too.â
âCanât you join us?â you whined and then shrieked as Dowoon snuck up behind you, swinging you up from your hiding position. He chuckled loudly, his hands now holding you up as his prize. You giggled as you were ticklish on your sides and wriggled in his grip. âDowoon!â
âY/N, now!â your mother called more sternly and Brian gave you a knowing look.
âDinner. And then when itâs bedtime, Iâll read you a story.â
âOr Iâll sing you to sleep,â Dowoon suggested and you grinned, stepping onto the wooden floorboards as he placed you back down.
âHow about both?!â
âYour motherâs calling, Y/N,â Sungjin mentioned, now joining you up here and you nodded, resigned.
âIâm going, Iâm going!â Shooting Brian another pout and a strong finger point, you scrunched up your nose in distaste. âYou said no one would find us here!â
Dashing down from the attic, you giggled as you sidestepped around Wonpil towards the staircase, taking two steps at a time. You then spotted Jae coming out of the office, scratching at his hair and readjusting his glasses. âIs the game over?â
âFor today!â you announced as you sped on by, rounding the corner of the hallway and entering the dining room. There sat the two other special people in your life and you smiled at them both before sitting down.
âYouâre late,â your mother said and you nodded, clasping your hands together and clamped your eyes closed. Once your grandmother had said grace, you dove for your fork, scooping some of your dinner up with it. After all that play this afternoon, your appetite was high. âNext time when I call-â
âDear, Y/Nâs here now,â the elder reminded and a sigh left your motherâs mouth. You glanced over at her, apologetic. Lately, all your mother ever did was sigh and you didnât quite understand why she was so sad. You knew your Dad was busy working, or so you had been told, and that was why you had come to your grandmotherâs two weeks earlier than usual. You had hoped the magical home would enchant your mother as much as it did you. She seemed further depressed than usual.
Your grandmother picked up on your thoughtful stare and smiled over at you. âWere you busy?â
âI was playing hide and seek,â you answered and the older woman smiled at you warmly. âIt was a tough game, and Iâm sure Jae slept through the entire round, but Brian and I were almost undefeated. I was certain Dowoon-â
âY/N, who are you talking about?â your mother cut in, seemingly annoyed. Your animated conversation ceased and you stared at her apprehensively. She groaned exasperatedly at you, reaching over the table for your hand. âStill with the imaginary friends?! I thought you were too old for them now!â
âWhat, theyâre real!â you retorted, eyes now filling with tears for being scolded over something ridiculous. You looked to your grandmother who heaved a deep breath.
âLeave Y/N be, they are very much so people who make her world special.â She then smiled over at you, more encouragingly than your mother who was now clasping her head in her hand. âDonât worry, poppet, I know they exist.â
You held onto your grandmotherâs affirmation, eating your dinner quietly and then excusing yourself to go to your bedroom. When you stepped inside, Wonpil was sitting on your bed, flicking through your colouring book. You rushed over to his side and poked him in the cheek, your finger connecting with him just as it would if you had reached out to do so to your mother. You breathed out a sigh of relief. âYou are real.â
âMe?â he questioned, frowning a little and then grinned at you. âOf course, Iâm real! You see me, right?!â
âI do!â you exclaimed, throwing your arms around the manâs waist and snuggled in deeply. He caught you with a chuckle, holding you to him dearly. âI never want to leave this place. Youâre all my best friends! Why canât she understand?!â
âSome people are not special enough to see us,â a voice from the doorway announced and you grinned when Sungjin came over. Scooting over into his willing embrace, he bear-hugged you and apart from feeling cold to the touch, the gesture comforted you down to the soul. âDonât ever feel like you have to worry. Weâll always be here when you need us.â
Sungjin and the rest of your friends were there the following year through your parentâs divorce and the following three years after. Although you were now at an age where you had started to question some things about the five men who lived in your grandmotherâs home, whenever you saw them, those doubts easily slipped away. They had shaped your childhood and supported you right into your teenage years. It was then, however, that life changed. Summers were no longer spent away from home, now working part-time to help support your Mum. School was more involved and you focused on your impending graduation from high school. You grew, you loved, you lost and you got back up and tried again. University started and you had almost forgotten about your fond summers with your grandmother and her magical home.
Her passing rocked everything, however.
Of course, despite not visiting her seaside township in years, you had kept in regular contact. You would talk on the phone often, send her gifts and receive good old-fashioned letters from her discussing the weather and her cat Bruce. She was someone who linked you to inner peace, the first person you reached out for when everything was far too hectic in your world.
And now she was gone.
Your mother was your grandmotherâs only child and so you had assumed everything to do with her estate would be sorted out by her. You had only one request to take the old rocking chair from the front room, the one you had spent many a nights in her lap swaying upon. It surprised you to receive an email from her lawyer asking for you to be present at the will reading, however, and when you turned up to the office, you were not prepared for what would be said within the meeting.
âWhat?â you breathed, blinking rapidly, glancing at your mother and then back at the attorney. âDid, did you just say she left me her house?â
He nodded. âHer strict instructions are the family home cannot be sold until Y/N has ensured everyone who lives there moves on. Though, she didnât specify what that meant at all, and was rather fond of you taking over the homestead long term.â
âYou have your internship, you canât deal with this so leave it to me,â your mother reasoned, patting your lower arm gently. She was right; you were freshly graduated from your business management degree and had your sights on building your career. But you were also curious as to why your grandmother had left it to you and not her own daughter. Was she unhappy with who your mother had married after your father? Both your parents were now in happier relationships that suited them, but it had meant your mother was less inclined to visit her hometown, opting to travel around with your step-father as he worked abroad often. Was that why she left it to you, knowing you would perhaps be a more stable choice?
âY/N, darling?â your mother prompted, smiling at the attorney who was reluctant to hand over the keys in his possession to your mother.
You thought back to the smiling woman who you had cherished every decision she made, following along with her word as if it was the rule of thumb. She had guided you for so long, even if it seemed like it was from within the darkness at times. You trusted in her choices and so with a shaky hand, you stretched forward for what was left to you.
âIâll do as she asked.â
How hard could it be to clear out everything that remained in your grandmotherâs home?
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