#also i need to do more anatomical study next year

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Art summary of this year 💃

And and Angel version, bc im never not drawing Angel

[kallie-den]

Year of the Bunny

Lihua, a sullen goth girl, finds her school spirit at a pep rally after meeting a bubbly bunnygirl who's more than she initially appears

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Lihua looked down her nose at the tacky, plastic, bunny ear headband that was being offered to her, and sniffed dismissively as loudly as she could.

“Uh… no.” The goth girl spoke in a flat, withering monotone, letting every last bit of her disdain drip from her lips upon each word. “No way.”

Lihua knew exactly how intimidating she could look when she wanted to, with her black lipstick, her array of spiky jewelry, and her thick, dark eyeliner ringing her monolid eyes. Unfortunately, none of that had any effect whatsoever on the obnoxiously cheery girl who was currently getting in her face.

“Aw, c’mon!” The bunny girl standing before her was feigning a pout, although she seemed incapable of sounding genuinely disappointed. “It’s for the year of the rabbit! Where’s your school spirit?”

Lihua almost growled. She’d heard more than enough about ‘school spirit’ from her professor. That was the only reason she’d come to this stupid pep rally in the first place - he’d made it an extra credit assignment, and Lihua needed the grades. She’d come to college to get away from home and meet some interesting people, not to study or come to stupid parties. But she needed the grades, so here she was, moving through the pep rally like the ghost at the feast.

And for some reason, everyone was dressed up like a bunny?

Well, not everyone. But there seemed to be an ever-growing cohort of cheerleaders, all dressed identically in the uniform of the bunny girl: a skimpy black bodysuit, fishnets, heels, and one of those bunny ear headbands. The crowd around Lihua was all women - no surprise there, boys didn’t seem to want to come to a women’s football match - almost all of them were at least sporting the bunny ears. It was surreal. Sure, it was now the year of the rabbit. But what did that have to do with a college football game?

“Ugh. School spirit is so lame,” Lihua complained.

The cheery bunny girl in front of her just giggled. “If you really believed that, you wouldn’t be here now, would you?”

Lihua felt her blood pressure ratchet up a few notches.

The girl she was speaking with was clearly a little different from the others. Her outfit marked her out as some kind of ringleader; alone amongst the bunny girl cheerleaders, she was wearing a varsity jacket over her bodysuit, leggings instead of fishnets, and sneakers instead of heels. Her bunny ears were different too. They were astonishingly lifelike; there was no hint of any headband, and they even twitched with perfect, anatomical realism as the girl spoke. Lihua had no idea what kind of crazy prosthetic work it must have taken to make that possible.

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Lihua said in a flat monotone. “ This place was bad enough already. What’s with this lame pop music? It’s like you people have never even heard of Ghost or MCR.”

“I sure can’t!” the bunny girl announced brightly. “See, I gotta get everyone to wear some bunny ears!”

She flashed a peace sign with one hand, and once again pressed the headband towards Lihua with the other.

“Ew.” Lihua folded her arms. “Like I’m gonna do that for a girl I don’t even know.”

“My name’s Chang!” Chang replied. “And you’re Lihua! See? We’re getting to know each other already.”

Lihua frowned. “Hey. How do you know my name?”

Much to her annoyance, Chang giggled, winked, and then actually bounced up and down with glee. “Call it a lucky rabbit guess!”

Lihua rolled her eyes.

“Well, I don’t care how lucky you are,” she retorted. “I’m not wearing your stupid bunny ears, and that’s that.”

“Oh yeah?” Chang’s face slipped into a smug smirk; she couldn’t have broadcast that she thought she was being crafty harder if she’d tried. “Wanna bet?”

Lihua had been about to turn away, but that comment ignited a flicker of competitive curiosity in her heart. “What does that mean?” she demanded.

Chang folded her arms and tapped her foot. It was obvious that, to her, she’d already won. Lihua immediately regretted showing interest.

“It’s simple,” the strange bunny girl replied. “I bet I can get you wearing bunny ears. Let’s make a wager out of it.”

“What do I get if I win?”

Chang shrugged. “Name it.”

Lihua’s dark eyes lit up. She looked around. She hated pep rallies, and this one was no exception. The gymnasium they were occupying was heaving with people, and all of them were being too restless and too noisy for Lihua’s liking. The display of vapidity, idiotic groupthink, and abominably poor taste in music made her sick. This obnoxious bunny girl was obviously one of the ringleaders.

And she had just handed Lihua a chance to ruin everything.

“Name it?” Lihua drawled, squaring up. “Fine. If you can get me to put on those stupid ears, you win. But if you can’t, I win. And if I win, everyone takes the ridiculous bunny outfits off. You understand me? If I win, the year of the rabbit is officially canceled.”

She had been hoping to get the satisfaction of watching Chang balk. Instead, the other girl simply smiled brightly.

“You’re on!”

Lihua was dumbfounded by her senseless optimism, but only for a moment. She folded her arms, mirroring Chang.

“Then read my lips, bimbo bunny,” she said, monotone.  “You’ve already lost. I will never, ever put those things on my head.”

Chang just giggled. “We’ll see!”

She reached into the pocket of her varsity jacket and pulled something out. At first, Lihua thought it was a necklace, but she soon realized it was a coin; a large, very antique-looking coin, marked with Chinese script around the outside. It had a circular hole in the center, and Chang had tied a thin leather cord through it so that she could dangle it like a pendulum. Lihua rolled her eyes at the cliché. She’d seen this setup a hundred times in bad manga and worse hentai.

“Ugh.” She scoffed. “Hypnosis? Really? That’s your brilliant plan?”

“That’s right!”

“This is lame,” Lihua announced. “I win, and I’m leaving. Screw the extra credit.”

She turned and made it a whole step away before the bunny girl’s infuriating laughter stopped her in her tracks.

“Y’know, I was trying to turn you into a bunny, not a chicken,” Chang giggled. “Scared?”

Lihua knew it was bait. She knew it was the oldest trick in the book. She knew Chang just wanted her to keep playing this stupid game. But in that moment, all she wanted in the world was to wipe that smug smile off the bunny girl’s face. The goth girl wheeled back around.

“Ugh. Fine,” she drawled, as sarcastically as she could. “Go ahead. Hypnotize me, then.”

Chang’s smile was undimmed by her scorn. She had been idly toying with her coin in her hands, but now she pinched the other end of the leather cord between thumb and forefinger, and suspended it in the air between herself and the goth girl.

Then, it started to swing.

Lihua stared at the coin as it traced an arc through the air, shimmering with reflected light. Of course she did. What else was she going to look at? It was hard, though, and boring. Lihua’s eyes soon started to glaze over.

“Isn’t it funny, how a pendulum moves?” Chang said. Lihua was determined to tune out her babbling, but she couldn’t, not completely. “Back, and forth, on and on. Forever. Even though that’s impossible.”

“Whatever,” Lihua muttered under her breath.

“See how it picks up speed, at the bottom of each swing?” Chang pressed. “So that it just swings and swings. It never stops. Like magic. Or maybe I’m just moving my hand.” She giggled. “Can you see it?”

Lihua rolled her eyes, but looked. Or at least, she tried. Peeling her gaze away from the coin was remarkably hard. It kept catching her eye back, somehow. Still, out of the corner of her eye, she thought she could see Chang’s hand moving, swaying… maybe. It was hard to tell.

“It’s hard to tell, right?” Chang continued, as if echoing Lihua’s own thoughts. “Too many distractions. All the people, all the music. I guess it’s a bit silly of me to do hypnosis here!”

“Seriously…” Lihua complained under her breath. She failed to notice how slow and sleepy her voice sounded. Concentrating was getting harder.

Maybe it really was all the distractions, just as Chang was saying. The gymnasium was heaving with people, and the hum and buzz of the crowd was all around her. Pop music filled the space, played at a deafening volume. The floor beneath Lihua’s feet was vibrating with the bass and the footsteps. How was she supposed to focus on anything?

“There’s a trick, actually,” Chang confided. “You’re trying to block it all out, right? Don’t! Just let it in. Let it all wash over you. Can’t feel the waves when you’re underwater!”

As soon as Chang had spoken, Lihua realized she had already begun doing just that. Why? She decided she must simply be feeling indulgent. And soon, she discovered that Chang was right. Letting the noise wash over her was disorienting, but only for a moment. It was a little like finding your balance when you were riding a bike.

Before long, Lihua found herself sinking into all the noise. It became part of her - even that obnoxious pop music. It was a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one. Relaxing, even.

“You got it!” Chang giggled. “You’re not doing so bad, Lihua. You might really be getting hypnotized.”

It took Lihua a moment to process that, but once she did, she scoffed. “As… as if.”

“Right.” Chang giggled and bounced - but through all her energetic mannerisms, the coin kept swinging in front of Lihua’s face, as regular as a metronome. “You’re not gonna get hypnotized. You? By me? No way.”

Lihua smirked at the admission of defeat, unaware that her face was slipping into a dumb smile. “Right. Duh.”

“Of course not,” Chang agreed. “I’m just a… what was it? A bimbo bunny? I like that! It’s cute. Anyway, there’s no way a bimbo bunny like me could hypnotize you.”

“Uh-huh,” Lihua agreed. She was feeling much more relaxed, now that Chang knew where things stood.

“Hypnosis probably isn’t even real, right?” Chang stepped in closer. Lihua was grateful for that. It made it easier to keep watching the coin. “Just a silly little made-up party trick?”

“Yep.” Lihua scoffed, half-laughing, utterly secure in her victory. “Totally… lame.”

“There’s no way you’re getting hypnotized,” Chang told her. “There’s no way your breathing is slowing down. There’s no way your body is starting to go weak.”

“Uh-huh,” Lihua replied, although she barely even registered Chang’s words. She was too busy staring at the coin. It seemed to be growing larger, somehow. It dominated her vision.

“There’s no way your thoughts are slowing down. There’s no way you’re following along obediently with each and every one of my words.”

“Uh… huh.” There were two coins now, the real one and its illusory double, created as her eyes unfocused. Lihua couldn’t tell which was which.

“There’s no way you keep slowing down, more and more, ready to drop into a nice, obedient trance for me the moment I snap my fingers.”

“Uhhhhhuuuhhh,” Lihua slurred. For her, time itself was slowing to a crawl.

“And there’s no way you’re gonna put these bunny ears on your head.” Chang giggled. “Right, Lihua?”

She snapped her fingers.

Lihua blinked rapidly. The world around her snapped back into focus, with all its sound and fury, but as Chang snatched her coin back into the palm of her hand, the goth girl was robbed of her anchor. Seconds passed, but clarity failed to return to her. Lihua’s head felt as bleary and foggy as it ever had. She couldn’t seem to think at all.

But when Chang offered her the bunny ear headband once more, she knew exactly what to do.

Lihua took it and placed it up on her head.

As Chang started laughing and giggling, Lihua blinked a few more times. Why? Why had she done that?

“Wow!” Chang exclaimed, bouncing with glee. “Would you look at that? Looks like I got lucky, Lihua.”

“I…” Lihua wanted to protest, but she couldn’t think of any excuse. Somehow, defeat wasn’t souring her mood very much. “I guess… so.”

“And that means I won the bet, right?”

“Yeah…” Despite herself, Lihua giggled a little in disbelief. She was too light-headed to keep it back.

Chang screwed up her face and tapped her cheek with her finger. “Hold on. I’ve just realized something. We never agreed on your end of the bet.”

“Oh.” Lihua tried to figure out if that was right or not, but soon gave up. “Yeah.”

“Well, here’s an idea!” Chang’s bright smile returned just as quickly as it had vanished. “You were gonna make everyone stop being bunny girls, right? So I think it’s only fair that, since you lost, you should be a bunny!”

“W-wha…” Lihua’s brow twitched as she struggled to frown through the pleasant mental fog filling her. Something deep inside the goth girl rebelled at the notion of wearing one of those undeniably slutty outfits. “I… uh…”

“C’mon, Lihua,” Chang chided. “Fair’s fair! You lost the bet. You have to.”

“Oh. Right.” Lihua wracked her brains, but as far as she could tell, it was undeniable. She had to. “Yeah. Right. I have to. OK.”

“Perfect!” Chang clapped her hands together excitedly. “You’re gonna look amazing. Who doesn’t love a goth bunny? Girls! We got another one.”

A happy cheer went up all around the pair, although Lihua was too entranced to notice. One of the cheerleaders pressed a bunny outfit into Chang’s hands, and she held it out towards Lihua.

“Here you go! Hurry up, get changed. I wanna see!”

“Uhhhh…” Lihua drooled that mindless vocalization until her hesitation faded. “Uh… sure.”

She took the bodysuit and fishnets and stared at them blankly for a moment before she remembered what to do. If she’d been in her right mind, Lihua would never, ever have even considered getting changed there and then, in the middle of a crowded pep rally. But now, she simply wasn’t thinking about it. She had already let the noise and the people wash over her.

There were no thoughts left in the goth girl’s head at all. All she knew was that she needed to be a bunny.

So, Lihua started changing. With Chang standing right in front of her, watching gleefully, she shucked out of her black skinny jeans and lifted her black, gothic sweater off over her head. Her tank top followed, and then her platform, knee-high boots, leaving her in just her underwear.

Despite the crowd of people milling all around her, no hint of blush touched Lihua’s cheeks. She made no effort to cover herself. She wasn’t embarrassed. She was beyond that. She was too deep.

And she had something she needed to do.

The fishnets were first. Lihua rolled them up over her thighs with relative ease. The bodysuit was next, and harder. It was a very tight fit, pinching her waist and squeezing her tits as it pushed them upwards and together. In the end, she had to turn around so Chang could help zip her up from behind. The strange bunny girl was more than happy to do so, of course - except for a strange opening that was left at the bottom.

“Oh my gosh! It’s perfect!” Change declared, as Lihua reached up to fix her bunny ears. “You’re not quite done yet, though! Here.”

Without a thought, Lihua reached out to accept her next gift: a pair of black high heels.

Lihua hated heels. She hated how lame and mainstream they were, and she hated how they made her feet hurt. She never wore them. And she put the pair of high heels on without a single protest.

Lihua almost fell over when she took her first couple of cautious steps wearing her new high heels, but Chang was there to steady her. Lihua clung to her savior gratefully.

“Is that… it?” Lihua struggled to say. “Am… I… done?”

Chang giggled. “What’s the matter? Still not enjoying yourself?”

“Duh,” Lihua replied sleepily. “S’lame.”

"Aw.” Chang pouted. “Well, that’s a big problem! Remember our bet, Lihua? You don’t just need to dress like a bunny. You need to be a bunny.”

“Oh.” It took Lihua a long moment to wrap her hypnotized head around that. “Uh… right?”

“And let me tell you!” Chang giggled, her grin returning. “Bunnies don’t trudge around looking all sour. You’re no good as a bunny unless we can get some extra spring in your step!”

“Ugh…” Lihua groaned. That sounded unbelievably annoying. Unfortunately for her, she’d lost a bet. She had to. “F… fine.”

“Great!” Chang giggled and bounced again. “Then, first of all, put a smile on that face!”

Lihua rolled her eyes - or rather tried to, leaving her with an addled, skew-eyed expression. Being told to smile was just about number one on her list of pet peeves. Smiling was lame. She was a goth. She didn’t smile.

Until now.

A smile crept automatically across her face. As much as Lihua wanted to refuse, she quickly found herself grinning from ear to ear. It was the bet, she rationalized. She had to.

“Hmm.” Chang scrutinized her thoughtfully. “That’s not bad… but you still don’t look very happy! A real smile needs to come from the heart, Lihua.”

“Tch.” Lihua’s smile drooped. “So… annoying. S’not… gonna happen.”

“We’ll see.” Chang giggled. “I taught you a trick earlier, right? There’s a trick for this too.”

“Ugh…” Lihua drooled, entranced. “C… c’mon…”

“You have to!” Chang reminded her. “And trust me, it’s easy. Just repeat after me: ‘I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny!’”

“God,” Lihua whined. It was so annoying and embarrassing, it was all but unbearable. But she had to. She had to, and that was as far as her addled mind could see. “I’m… a bright… bubbly… bouncy… bunny.”

“Good!” Chang exclaimed. “Again. But with a little more feeling.”

After another attempt to roll her eyes, Lihua obeyed. “I’m… a… bright… bubbly… bouncy… bunny.”

Reluctantly, she injected a little more energy and enthusiasm into the words.

“Good!” Chang repeated. “But keep going! Those are happy words, Lihua. They’ll make you happy too.”

“I’m a… bright, bubbly… bouncy bunny,” Lihua echoed. “I’m a… bright, bubbly, bouncy, bunny.”

She tried to make her voice drip with all the contempt she felt, but somehow that vapid, irritating mantra teased something upbeat and giddy out of her. The corners of her mouth kept turning upwards.

“I’m… a bright, bubbly, bouncy, bunny?” She tried again. It sounded the same. It sounded happy.

“See!” Chang giggled. “Happy words.”

“I’m… I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny.”

Lihua’s nose twitched. She was noticing the way that the ‘b’s at the start of all those words - bright, bubbly, bouncy, bunny - made her kiss her lips together for the plosive sound, then pull them apart. It was like a bubble popping with each word. Something about that made her want to giggle.

“I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny. I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny. I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny.”

Lihua kept repeating it, over and over, slowly becoming numb to the grotesque contrast between the words and her usual demeanor. A different realization was dawning on her instead:

She had started sounding happy because she had started being happy.

Something was happening to her. The words were affecting her, just as Chang had promised. Those happy words. It was impossible to stay so dour and dreary when she kept popping those bubbles with her lips. When she kept announcing to the world that-

“I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny!”

It made it impossible, somehow, not to feel joyous. It was like every single time the mantra passed her lips, she was exhaling something, and whatever it was, she was left lighter and breezier without it. The lightness was completely foreign to Lihua, and she couldn’t resist the way it lifted her.

It made her bright.

Bubbly.

Bouncy.

Happy.

“I’m a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny,” Lihua giggled. She was grinning - from the heart now. The feeling was irrepressible.

“You are!” Chang giggled to match her, and bounced with glee. “Well, almost. There’s just one little thing you’re missing.”

“Uh… what?” Lihua leaned in expectantly. This was important. She was supposed to be a bunny. She needed to be.

Because of… a bet? Was that right? Lihua couldn’t really remember. She just remembered the need.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Chang reached into the pocket of her jacket and plucked out another object to hand to Lihua - although not before rubbing down its surface with spray from a small bottle of lube. “You need a tail, of course!”

Lihua looked down at the object she now held in her hand. It was a long, thin, silicone cone, flared at the base, with a large, white, fluffy tuft attached to it. She recognized it at once - mostly, from the same trashy hentai she recognized the coin hypnosis trick from.

It was a tail plug.

Right away, Lihua turned bright red. Even trance couldn’t blunt her embarrassment at the thought of what she was about to do. Her bubbly happiness started to fizzle into a twisted kind of nervous excitement. She couldn’t believe this. She wasn’t a slut. She wasn’t some kind of exhibitionist.

But there was no helping it.

She was a bunny. And a bunny needed a tail.

With her cheeks flushed and her hands shaking, Lihua reached behind herself and felt for that opening at the base of her bunny bodysuit. She understood its purpose now. Keeping it pried open with a couple of fingers, she reached back with her other hand, holding the tail plug, and started to push it into her ass.

As soon as she felt the plug’s silicone tip enter her, Lihua gasped. She had never once touched herself back there. The feeling was a revelation. With just the first inch inside her, warm tingles of pleasure started to race up the former goth’s spine. Once she pushed in the next inch, she started seeing stars. Her gasps turned louder and the pleasure made her stumble, and she almost tripped up over the heels she was now wearing.

Like before, though, Chang was immediately there to steady her.

“Come on,” the bunny girl encouraged, her smile now a touch lascivious. “Almost there!”

Lihua was too embarrassed and turned on to meet her gaze. She just nodded gingerly, and kept pushing the plug into herself. With every inch, the sex toy opened her up more and more, adding to her pleasure. She could feel herself getting wet. Her knees were jelly. Lihua didn’t understand why this was turning on so much. She didn’t understand why she was doing it at all.

But she had to.

The hypnotized girl let out a weak, quivering moan as, after several agonizing seconds of pleasure, she felt the plug finally bottom out inside her. The base was left resting perfectly against her ass, snug with the tight-fitting bodysuit, and left her with a perfectly cute little bunny tail.

Anyone looking at Lihua would probably assume it was simply part of her clothes. They would never guess how unbelievably full she felt.

“Yay!” Chang exclaimed. “Now you’re perfect. Just like all my other girls!”

Lihua looked at the ever-growing throng of bunny girl cheerleaders surrounding them. She hadn’t registered it before, but all of them had bunny tails too - just like she now did. Were they all…?

Lihua’s nose twitched again. She would have been frowning, if not for the giddy smile permanently fixed on her face. All the cheerleaders were wearing tail plugs? That was completely, totally wrong… right?

That thought nagged at her for a moment. Part of her was sure there was something wrong… but they were bunnies, weren’t they?

Bunnies just like her.

And bunnies needed tails.

It was as simple as that. Right?

Lihua’s face sagged back into a lazy, dumb smile, satisfied that all was right with the world.

“OK, OK.” Chang took Lihua’s hands in hers. “You’ve totally held up your end of the bet! But there’s just one more thing I’d love to see. Would you do it? For me? Pretty please?”

Lihua giggled and nodded. She was happy to indulge her new friend. She was in a good mood. The best mood ever.

She was a bright, bouncy, bubbly bunny.

Chang took a step back and struck a pose. She held her hands up to her chest, wrists bent, miming paws, and then began to swing her hips from side to side rhythmically, bouncing up and down as she did by bending and straightening her legs. Lihua realized she was demonstrating something that she wanted her to do.

“Show me a little bunny dance?” Chang asked hopefully.

Lihua paused and thought. She didn’t have to do this. She just needed to be a bunny, and she was already a bunny. She’d held up her end of the bargain. Chang had already said so.

And yet…

Energy was bubbling up within her, and that energy needed an outlet. She felt so bright and bouncy. Having a plug inside her ass already made it difficult not to squirm. And… something about the dance Chang was demonstrating was hypnotic. The way her hips were swinging reminded Lihua of the coin.

“Uh… uh-huh.” The agreement slipped out of Lihua’s lips before she could think about what she was agreeing to.

“Yay!” Chang clapped her hands together and bounced more energetically than ever before, then stepped back. “Go ahead!”

Nervously, Lihua took a step forward into the small open space Chang had left before her. Her cheeks went from hot to scorching as she took up the pose Chang had demonstrated for her, miming like her hands were bunny paws.

It was desperately embarrassing. Before tonight, Lihua would never ever have considered doing something so humiliating.

But she was a bunny now.

Blushing uncertainly, Lihua started to swing her hips, imitating Chang. The rhythm of the motion was surprisingly easy to find. It was already inside her head. She just had to think about that swinging coin. Once she started to get used to the cutesy, silly dance, her embarrassment started to fade, replaced by the joy that came with being a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny. There was just one unexpected problem, and it became even more pronounced as Lihua started bending her knees and bouncing her body up and down.

The tail plug in her ass.

With each swaying, bouncing motion, the sex toy seemed to work its way deeper and deeper into Lihua’s body. On each beat of the dance, it pressed insistently on hitherto unknown pleasure centers within her, bringing a moan to her lips and turning her legs to jelly. It was bliss, but it was torture.

But she couldn’t stop. She was a bright, bubbly, bouncy bunny.

As she danced, Lihua soon became aware of just how wet she was. With the plug bringing her insistent bursts of pleasure, she was starting to soak through her panties and soil her new bunny outfit with proof of her arousal. That thought made her blush even deeper with shame, but she could sense that Chang didn’t mind. There was nothing but happiness on the bunny girl’s face as she watched Lihua dance.

“Look at you!” Chang exclaimed gleefully. “You’re a bright, bouncy, bubbly bunny.”

Just hearing that made Lihua giggle. “I’m a bright, bouncy, bubbly bunny!” she echoed, her voice an aroused pant from the exertion and the pleasure.

Lihua’s dancing was becoming more and more energetic and more and more sexual, but she didn’t care. She was bouncing her hips fervently, bouncing and grinding against the air and pushing back her ass every time she sank down. It wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Lihua had already moved past that. She just wanted to feel even better. To work her tail plug even deeper into her ass. To fully experience the pleasure that was swelling within her.

Suddenly, Lihua looked around. The cheerleaders she had been internally scorning earlier were all around her - and nobody who was looking would be able to tell Lihua apart from the rest. She was dressed exactly like them, and they were dressed exactly like her. The only remaining trace of her individuality was the goth makeup on her face, and even that was now little more than a small, easily-overlooked detail. An accent that merely underscored their similarities.

And they were all dancing, just like her.

All of them were doing that bunny dance - hands up as paws, hips swaying, legs bouncing. Somehow, they acted in perfect coordination, like they were all moving to the rhythm of Chang’s swinging coin.

Lihua didn’t need to check to know that they were all wearing tail plugs too. She could tell from the lewd, needy way they moved, and the small gasps of pleasure on each of their lips.

She was one of them. And that made her happy.

Why wouldn’t it?

They were all bright, bouncy, bubbly bunnies. It was such a happy thing to be.

Lihua instinctively stepped back to dance in formation with her fellow bunnies. They eagerly parted to accept her into their ranks, and within no time they were all dancing together. And Chang was right there in front of them, surveying her handiwork with a broad smile.

“You turned out so great!” she said to Lihua, ears twitching. “I’d love to stay and watch, honestly. But I think some new people have just arrived. I need to go and give them exactly the kind of warm welcome I gave you.”

Lihua nodded, her dumb grin widening. Chang was going to make more bunnies, and more bunnies were a good thing. Soon, they would all be bunnies together, dancing in the gymnasium at this pep rally.

Lihua had finally found her school spirit.

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[eiochevart]

is it hard getting into The Animation Workshop? did you need references? (also, if you choose a bachelor program, do you get to go into internships?) sorry for all these questions! just really curious🫣

Also correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought you studied animation but then switched to something else? I might be wrong though...

Thanks for asking!

The Animation Workshop is an amazing school in Denmark with a somewhat lengthy admissions process. First, they all applicants must submit a portfolio, and if you are selected to the next stage, you will be invited to an interview and a ~3 hour practical test where you have to draw a storyboard and various sketches based on the prompts they give you.

Most of the people I know, and myself included, say that the application period was very inspiring and fun, but also daunting and a bit tiring. Recently the school has been gaining more and more applicants, which means more competition, so I’d say that it might be somewhat hard to get in. My main tip is to give yourself time to look over your work and analyze it, always trying to find ways to improve (without being too harsh on yourself). Definitely use references!! This applies to both the anatomical figure drawing part of the portfolio, and the imagination drawing part. References don’t only help you get a better understanding of the subject that you’re drawing, but looking at how different artists have handled drawing the same thing can be very inspiring and helpful.

I definitely encourage everyone who is interested in applying to try, regardless of whether or not you think you’re good enough. I for one feel like I learned SO much just making the portfolio itself. If you’d, like I’d love to give more in-depth tips for the portfolio!

As for internships, yes, it is part of the program! In the final semester, all students are scheduled to apply for internships at various studios, and as far as I know it’s portfolio based. I’m sure someone else knows way more about this than I do.

As for the last question, I used to study sociology but switched to Character Animation at TAW 😅 A few years ago I took an animation course at community college, it wasn’t a bachelor but more like a preparatory year! (Not at all mandatory to get into the bachelor)

I hope I was able to clear some things up! Feel free to DM me if you have any more questions, I’d love to give advice :D Once again I encourage everyone who is interested, to give it a try (and this is not just because I want more Zelda fans here :O)

[perverse-idyll]

Fic Stats Tag Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

Thank you @danpuff-ao3 and @likelightinglass for tagging me! I've got an hour to relax, and this is just about my speed at the moment: something fun but not demanding. (One hour, my arse. It took me three days!) Who else would enjoy doing this? @ac1d6urn, @ripeteeth, @squibstress, @yletylyf?

Most Hits

The White Road, Snarry, 48K. I knew the answer to this one without having to check. TWR is my most popular fic by every metric and the one most Snarry readers know me by, not to mention it's old enough now to be a high school sophomore (or possibly an A level student). I'm happy I somehow managed to pull off a nonlinear fic, plus I was so, so in love with the Snarry ship and all its possibilities, and I think that shines through. I let myself explore Lily's character and responded in fic to the way Snape's story ended; gave Lily and Severus one last chance to face some hard truths; and - well, no need to flog it, there are just a lot of scenes in this fic that make me clutch my heart to this day. And I let myself be a bit romantic about my OTP! With a happy ending and everything! (Okay, I'm always romantic about Snarry, but you can't always tell that from my fics.)

If you have any desire to hear me natter on with more Writerly Thoughts about this fic, I recorded an interview with ChaosBlue over here: Fanfic Maverick episode 25

Second Most Kudos

Soft Touch, Snarry, ~15K. This was a sleeper hit. I never expected it to be popular, and it's not a fic people love, exactly. But the combination of mindfucky unethical massage kink plus character study brought readers to the yard - although, really, I doubt it has much to do with the "character study" part. I'm going to cheat here and borrow a bookmarker's comment to describe it: "Very sensual almost eerily so. Actually somehow slightly creepy at times yet very seductive at others. A weird read." I like how they can't seem to make up their mind! Because, yeah, IMO the appeal lies in that uncomfortable overlap between sensuality and creepiness, and the touch-starved atmosphere that hangs over it all.

Third Most Comments

The Afterlight, Snarry, WIP, currently at 46K. This is one of three melodramatic and, yes, romantic Snarry WIPs on my plate - ridiculous amounts of whump and/or emotional turmoil, plus a triple whammy of overwrought happy endings (but only after I put them through hell). Apparently after the last 10 years of Life Shite, my fannish desires are all about shameless self-indulgence now. This one has a serial killer subplot that's giving me conniptions, but I'm in love with the ending so I need the fic to get all the way there. It also ponders, in a "one dark thread running through the whole work" sense, what it means to die and come back, and I'll just say that Snape experienced death very differently than Harry did. I suspect this fic has as many comments as it does because readers were kindly encouraging me to continue after years of me not posting very much. I'm currently finishing up a Snape/McGonagall fic, but The Afterlight is next on the menu. Fourth Most Bookmarks

Warm, Snarry, ~11K. Hah! My PWP made the list! It's also a character study of Snape and Harry with an established couple dynamic, but come on, those bookmarks aren't about the settled kind of domestic bliss. They're more about the "naked by the fireside fucking each other's brains out" bliss. I wrote this fic for a prompt and to help me scrape the rust off my creative wheels after several years of writer's block. In doing so, I found that porn without plot doesn't come naturally to me. Or established relationship, either. Where's the angst? I muttered constantly to myself about the paucity of sexy anatomical slang and the problems with pacing a fairly drama-free fic. (Solution? Don't write 10K words of PWP when 3K words will do.)

Fifth Most Words

The Blood of Stars, Snarry, WIP, ~44K. This is the fic that started my journey into the melodramatic & romantic combo, but it hasn't been updated since 2014 (aka The Worst Year of My Life). However, it's alive! I've picked it up again and have been scribbling and revising scenes in between working on three other fics. This was also the start of my So What If It's Messy and Imperfect phase, which is a challenge as a perfectionist but a necessity in my current circumstances if I presume to have delusions of ever finishing anything ever again. It's a challenge in another sense, too, since I committed myself to writing Harry's section in first-person POV, just to see if I can. (The jury's still out on that.) It's also got book-ended sections written in third-person Snape (an obscure and hard-to-master dialect)(kidding), and I'm not terribly confident writing from his POV, either. But the fic's got one of those can't-stay-away-from-each-other plots (I love these), and Harry being unfaithful to Ginny (yes, I know, don't send the OOC police after me). It's full of emotional flailing and obsession and beloved characters behaving badly and Snape coming to a tragic end - but wait! There's also Love after Death and Snape having meltdowns and in the end sort of getting everything he ever wanted. In case it isn't obvious, I am wallowing like a pig in mud. I love this fic. 🥰

Fic with the Least Words

Truce, Doctor Who, Twelve/Clara, a classic drabble of 100 words. This won't make sense to anyone who hasn't seen their series arc and the last encounter between them. It's a drop in the bucket of my undying love for them, but alas, my fealty has already been pledged to my endless Snapely WIPs. But Twelve and Clara deserve so much more than I'm able to give them.

[shinra-makonoid]

Too much stuff happening these days had me completely stop my medschool studies and I kinda hate it. One game was enough to completely put me out of it.

I know DA4 might not come before 2025, that means I'll have to be extra hard with myself to not just... Forsake my future studies for a mere dozen of hours of fun. It makes me worried, like I can't imagine how I'm gonna deal with it while I'm on my first year of medschool. Which is stupid, I'm not a highschooler.

I hope DA4 releases during summer 2024 so that I can brainlessly go through it and come back with determination for 2024 September, but seems unlikely sadly. FFXIV next expansion is planned for summer 2024 so that will be at least behind me (RIP savage raids I guess but honestly it's too much of a hassle to go through again imho, and I get bored of them too easily).

Why are so many good games happening these days and in the future? Makes me rethink my whole future, because when I play I'm like "oh yeah I could go on like this forever".

I know that, when it stops, I just want to hurt myself out of somekind of deep existential boredoom. Like I cannot stress out how much this state of nothingness hurts me and makes me want to scream out. It's either bliss with games that makes me forget about how meaningless everything is, or extreme existential pain. Well there are a couple of other problems going on that don't help but even if they weren't there I'd be suffering.

Anyway since I stopped, my motivation engine is gonna be hard to start up again, I'm like 3 weeks late on my planning. It's technically not such a big deal (because I planned a relatively soft study thing and also decided to drop biostatistics because the book I'm getting the lessons from is just extremely bad at explaining it and it just makes me anxious. There's a free study of epidemiology that I'm gonna take and that's probably going to be more understandable), but I'll have to work a little bit harder during my vacation, which is in two weeks and a half (and during it, my birthday).

Didn't even continue the anatomical boards I was checking, but it's also not really a big deal because it was mainly to test how to learn shit by heart, and it works pretty well so. The main goal was to find the good tools to learn by heart and I'm satisfied.

I still love the subjects so much, but it's like games are fast food meanwhile studying is like exercising. Idk how to explain it, but it's probably some kind of fast easy brain reward versus hard difficult brain reward.

I also need to think about next year's planning for studying, but I'll plan it to last until June, so that I can take July and August as being completely free to move out, do all the paper shit and also play games before saying good bye for a year. Year in which my number one priority will be the number one person in the class.

[missbaphomet]

I actually haven't ever had a trigonometry class. School in the US isn't the best and school in the southeast is often significantly worse. The school I went to was even on the failing list for math during my education. I was so far behind in math that when I tried to attend a local fine arts school for math and science I had to withdraw after just three weeks (and a summer course) because I was just too far behind, which was extremely upsetting to me for several reasons. I was one of only maybe a dozen kids chosen for that year's class out of a few hundred applicants, but I simply didn't have the knowledge I needed in math. I went into honors algebra 1 not knowing the order of operations. That's how bad my school's math education was.

The summer course was three weeks long and we covered a whole textbook in that time. I was out the entire middle week with the worst case of pneumonia I've ever had in my life. I tried to study through it but the meds I was on literally made the numbers jump around the page. I would easily spend 5-7 hours every single night on my daily math homework only to come in the next morning and have every bit of it wrong. My teacher also had a stupid thick accent and I genuinely couldn't understand her, and there was also a rumor that she had a particular disdain for white students because she immigrated from Uganda iirc. She definitely did treat me and the only two other white kids in my class differently than everyone else is all I'll say, but she is no longer staffed there. (Up yours, Mrs. Lugemwa!)

I was a constant ball of stress and anxiety during that time, so much so that I was eating basically nothing but fucking garbage and still dropped 20lbs in three weeks. I do genuinely think it's possible I gained some form of CPTSD from it all or something, and to this day I still freeze up if taking an algebra test. I can do algebra, but something about doing it in a school environment sets me off and I can't think straight and my heart races and all kinds of other anxiety shit. The only classes I have ever failed out of my own lack of knowledge or ability were math classes.

The others were a couple English classes where the teacher hated me and refused to grade my work for some reason, and an anatomy class where the teacher expected us to draw anatomically correct and articulated body systems [muscle, skeletal, nervous, etc] when even my stick figures are deformed and because I missed a huge test that was a pretty significant chunk of my grade because I was having surgery and the professor wouldn't let me make it up. I also had a technical fail for attendance in some fucking mandatory attendance class but my grade was good so I don't count it, especially since I technically shouldn't have been failed because I had a doctor's excuse for that absence but the teacher didn't accept it because apparently I "could have done it later". Like sorry you think some bullshit class where we did fuck all is more important than my health??? And when I say we did fuck all I mean it. We had one graded assignment the whole semester: read a book and take a test on it. I didn't read the book but I made like a 95 on the test so kiss my ass. The rest of what we did were like. Non-graded worksheets about time management and other such skills.

(This is why I wanted to take a gap year, then COVID happened. Now I have to scrape together the funds myself if I want to go back to school in the future)

Sooo many people pronounce my username wrong it blows my mind. I was like 12-13 when I first heard this term, it’s just always been there, so much so I had to ask friends when I would’ve learned it. I just can’t wrap my head around it lmfao

[taeyamayang]

THE BOYS AS YOUR BESTFRIEND

CHARACTERS: Kuroo Tetsurou | Atsumu Miya | Tsukishima Kei | Iwaizumi Hajime

GENRE: fluff! fluff! | crack if you laugh

WARNING: too pure for your heart | oops, also minor cursing

a/n: let's push romantic feelings aside for now and dive into a platonic relationship with the boys! i feel like these boys would have made my high school days so much bareable??

it would have been chaotic x1000 given my chaotic nature when im with people im comfortable with

also, thank you @sparklingsad for suggesting iwa and tsumu in addition to kuroo! i had so much fun writing for those two vskshs im squealing

kuroo, tsumu, tsukki, & iwa

Kuroo Tetsurou

i swear this nerdy boy IS THE REASON WHY IM DOING THIS HC IN THE FIRST PLACE

i think he's the best epitome of a bestfriend

don't fight me on this

you know he's got the balance between being responsible and chaotic at the same time

study groups would be your thing together

though the 'group' only includes the two of you

or sometimes with kenma when he's feeling it

and you have always wondered how is this guy with raven bangs swept over his one eye

IS SO DAMN GOOD IN ACADEMICS??

like that's so unfair???

you literally spend time with him every single day and most of the time he would either be at practice

or tease and play pranks with the people around him for fun

he doesn't seem like the smart guy

no offense kuroo

and yet he would always be included in the top ten during exams

but that's where the perks begins

he's a saint for being patient enough to help you out in terms of school stuff

like this man wouldn't mind going over the same formula or metabolic cycle for you to get the whole idea

amen to you brother

but honestly tho i think what solidifies your relationship with him are the petty pranks, bets, and dares

i mean if yall bored he be like

"i bet you can't lick your elbow using your tongue."

but surprisingly you can??

so that throws him off and be like,

"but that's not anatomically possible?!"

you'd sneer and say between laughs,

"probably because im more anatomically advanced and evolved than you."

sometimes most of the times you two would include kenma in your petty shenanigans

leave the man alone tbh he's too tired of existing to deal with your sh*t

you would bet on who will get a text first from mr. pudding head

but kenma is used to the both of you so he knows it's some kind of prank or petty game

i mean you and kuroo sending him a text at the same time??

i gotta side with our best boy kenma here, that's fishy as fuck hun

so in the end both of yall didn't get a text

but that doesn't stop you two from the next petty dare

Miya Atsumu

bickering!! bickering!! BICKERING!!

mostly because he's dramatic

i hc him as a dramatic boy who needs some lovin'

but like you've spent YEARS with him to see through it

usually the switch automatically flicks on when you side with his twin brother, osamu

he expects you to tell him what he wants to hear like,

agreeing that osamu is an asshole

but of course you think otherwise so you'd tell him

"i think it's a misunderstanding, tsumu."

or

"you need to chill out i don't think that's what samu meant."

and by instant

his eyebrows would pull together, his lips curled up, and his face wrinkled in hurt

fake hurt

he would point at the door and say,

"im leaving ____! this is over! i don't want to be friends with you AGAIN. why would you hurt me like that? it's my twin we're talking about."

but you'd nonchalantly say

"okay, goodbye tsumu."

so

HE'D GASP like OUTLOUD and would stomp his feet as he exits the gym

you'd turn your head to suna and say

"one of those days."

and as he replies as he chuckles "your patience amuse me."

see??? you aren't the only one used to his childish acts

nonetheless you find it cute and entertaining lmao

days after you'd hear a knock on your front door and to your surprise you see a blonde boy with a pout on his face

"what are you doing here?" you ask

"i saw you tweet about baking cookies. im here to take my share."

PLEASE, HOW CAN YOU NOT RESIST HIM??

so you laugh as you pull the door wider so you could let him in

"so, are we friends again?" you tease him

your relationship with him is like a rubber band

everytime ons lf you tries to stir away from the other

with just one snap you'd find yourselves standing next to each other again

you both just can't resist each other

Tsukishima Kei

i know i've mentioned this before but

i hc tsukki as the type to befriend someone similar to his personality

unless you're yamaguchi, a boy of a pure soul, otherwise you ain't for the tsukki world

i mean his humor is TOP TIER salty

and his native language is SASS

you have to join him in the craze of dissing someone

and you're able to do that

that's why you are coined as "karasuno's twin version of the miya brothers"

but unlike the miya brothers who fights 24/7

you two are inseparable

you click so much that it's actually terrifying to see you two stroll down the hallway of the school building because of the cold aura you both emit

you wouldn't even be surprised when someone asks you about tsukki's whereabouts

usually it's either kageyama or hinata asking you tho lmao

everyone assumes you are in contact with each other every minute

physically that's not true cos i bet yall both hate clingy humanoids

but the telepathy you share,, mMMM

i feel like since you both spend too much time together there are mannerisms that you both adapt from the other

like you unconsciously learned how to pull your lips into a cynical smile

you know, that famous tsukki smile that would send shivers down everyone's spine

and him cocking his head to the side when he hears someone say a bullshit

EVERYONE NOTICES IT

except for the two of you

or maybe because you don't care at all

but what's interesting about your relationship with him is the fact that you get to see different sides of him

like he would always point at the same cafe a couple of blocks away from the neighborhood

as a way of telling you to hangout with him there

he refuses to eat at a different cafes and would tell you excuses like

"it's nearer."

or

"im used to this place."

to mask the real reason that he's obsessed with this cafe's strawberry shortcake

YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF A STRAWBERRY SHORTCARE LOVER HE IS

it's quite unexpected from someone with an aloof persona

SO ONE DAY YOU POINTED IT OUT

right at the very moment he's enjoying his treat

but he ended up snapping at you

and ironically you find it funny and amusing

you love teasing him because you know he won't take it personally

Iwaizumi Hajime

literally a healthy relationship

LIKE FOR REAL

i feel like he's the type to tell you the truth than sugar coat it for the sake of you not getting hurt

it's nice 'cause it helps you in terms of growth

you like spending time with each other

tho you wouldn't admit it

especially when you're at the gym watching him at practice or cheering on him during games

but honestly the cherry topper is the way you both bicker on oikawa

it's a 2:1 battle

it's unfair, i know

but oikawa boy has a crowd of students screaming his name

so i think that's fair enough

ALSO i think iwa is the type to introduce you to his family

like you've been friends with him since god knows when

so when one of you turns up at the other's frontdoor it became a casual thing??

sometimes you'd find him at your living room with a plate in his hand

and he says

"your parents let me in and i got myself a snack in the fridge by the way."

and you would casually nod and reply

"okay, suit yourself."

LIKE ????

bish i want that wtf??

other times when iwa is with his family his mom would randomly say on a holiday

"you should invite ___ for holiday dinner. it's been a while."

and he be like

"mom, ___ has a family of their own too and it's a holiday dinner."

"what if both families have dinner together?"

not gonna lie your parents became friends bc of the two of you

so he'd text you about the plan of the adults and soon you'll see him with his family at your frontdoor with wrapped food in their hands

after the dinner you and iwa would spend time in your room watching movies

or talking about anything and everything

or other times you'd lay down in silence

and that's enough for the both of you

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this and i hope the same goes for you when reading this;) as usual likes and rbs are very much appreciated and thank you for reading!! ♡

ps: some of you suggested characters so im thinking of doing part 2? what do you think? let me know! also feel free to suggest too :D

Masterlist

[allmightluver]

What kinds of medicines do you think Toshinori has to take? We do know his side must get painful sometimes because he has grabbed at it seemingly in pain like he did when Endeavor and Hawks was fighting that nomu.

This is a good question. A lot of this will be speculation based on where the wound is in accordance to the body’s anatomy.

So I did a study a while back to try and determine which organs would have been effected from the size of injury it is:

Personally, I believe that wound cost him his left lung and diaphragm, stomach, spleen, left kidney, left adrenal gland, half of his liver, and several feet of intestine(s) as well as losing a few ribs. It’s possible his pancreas, gallbladder, and heart were affected as well. I drew this conclusion based on where the wound is located anatomically. I took a basic shot of a human anatomy below next to Toshi for reference.

So in outlining approximately where Toshi’s wound (in red) sits in accordance with basic anatomy, I outlined in blue what would most likely have been removed from the extent of the injury, and in pink what else possibly could have been damaged. We have to remember that this wound we see is the healed version, what’s been stitched together, so most likely it was much larger when it initially happened. Therefore it could have effected far more organs, and the heart especially is very close to that line.

So with this in mind, a list of possible medications Toshinori could be on are:

After gastrectomy:

Iron supplement

Folate

B12 (this is most likely shots, but it could be pills)

Calcium

Vitamin D

Vitamin C

And other supplements

If a nephrectomy is preformed resulting in an adrenalectomy:

Sometimes steroids are needed depending on how the remaining adrenal gland functions.

After splenectomy:

Antibiotics are often prescribed to be taken daily for the first two years. Some people may need them again every so often. Some may be advised to take them daily for life. (I assume Toshinori is most likely the latter given his life style and other injuries).

If a partial or full pancreatectomy is done:

His body will be diabetic the rest of his life, so therefore insulin

Enzymes to aid in digestion

Probably glucose tablets to keep on hand

Depending on if his heart was affected, there could be several complications related, and medications associated. He’s most likely very closely monitored for multiple reasons already, but this especially. There’s the chance he would have needed a heart transplant. But personally, I like to believe his heart is the original, but from the trauma he may have some arrhythmias as a result. Considering I like to think he has a larger than average heart already, he may already have these kinds of issues and it worsened after the injury. I entertained the probability that he could even have a pacemaker. 

And then of course, pain medication. I personally think he’s heavily dosed on pain medication regularly, something that he needs to be careful taking. Overdose could happen easily-and could be incredibly devastating in result. (Hence my want to make my WIP Painkiller of this exact situation happening.) He’s most likely on a schedule of when he can take them, and I’m sure they most likely don’t last to the time it’s safe to take another since most don’t seem to. Which means he could spend an hour or more with crippling pain growing more and more intense. And if he misses one, not only would the pain set it, withdrawal would not be far behind.

Toshinori would also need to visit the hospital every month if he choses to do B12 shots, which would probably be easiest since he’d need to have his blood checked for nutrition, proper vitamins, and insulin levels. Urine would also need to be checked to insure his remaining kidney is functioning properly.

So in conclusion, most likely, he needs a counter full of medication daily. And some multiple times a day.

My poor pincushioned druggie <3

[kkusuka]

Anatomy lessons <3 

ushijima wakatoshi x reader 

genre: smut 

synopsis: ushijima is helplessly devoted to volleyball, and his grades reflect that. 

cw: anatomically fem reader, vaginal fingering, blowjob (i think that’s it, if anything seems left out let me know!)

a/n: all i could think about is that ushiwaka is canonically stupid and i love that. 

based o this request: Studying anatomy and using your body as a physical map- Ushijima ((smut)) I’ve had this imagine suck in my head about Ushijima but like just picture this, Ushijima and Y/N studying together and they both like each other but Ushi doesn’t know how to act on his emotions and Y/N can’t tell if he likes them so they are just running around in circles pinning for each other, but anyways Ushi is studying for anatomy but he just can’t get the female anatomy to stick into his head and he’s getting a bit frustrated and so Y/N is like well I’m a female, you can practice on me and he’s like well shit. Y/N lays down Ushi is gliding his hands over their body as he names the muscles and whatnot, they both get a bit hot and bothered and when Ushi finishes “studying”he’s got an awkward boner and Y/N is like “now it’s my turn to study your anatomy” and they push ushi down and 🤪🤪🤪 please give this to me I’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY!!! -✨Puppy🤩

Shiratorizawa’s reputation was built upon intelligence and elegance.

The students are of the highest degree in not only book-smarts but also athletics. Only the most talented and were persons were allowed in the walls of the academy. Hell, the entrance exam resembled an AP college exam.

“I do not understand.”

Of course, there are always loopholes.

The first being an athletic scholarship. One of the more annoying ways to make it into the school, according to the students. You don't mean to sound mean but, it was blatantly obvious when someone is on athletic help.

But that wasn't what you were dealing with right now. No, it was something the students found way worse.  

A recommendation.

Actually, it was an athletic recommendation.

Ushijima Wakatoshi was known before he had even appeared.

You had been the lucky one to sit next to him first, and second, and somehow third year. And through that, you’ve learned more than a few things about him.

Firstly, he was the most amazing volleyball player you have ever seen. He also had so much passion for the sport that it had seemed to rub off on you. By the end of first-year gym class, you knew how to receive a light spike of his.

Second, he was extremely easy to fall in love with. For being constantly aloof and oblivious, he had this pull to him that just roped you in. at first you weren't sure what you felt for the bot, then he had helped you with a project ending the night with a smile and you were done for.

He was also incredibly easy to stay in love with. Once he had your attention he was almost the only person you thought of. Plaguing your mind with fluffy fake dates and worries that he would never like you back.

But he hasn’t said anything for you to believe either of those situations so you sit at a constant stalemate.

And thirdly, he was not only dense but utterly stupid. How was someone so sought after so completely unaware of admiration? Not only his social unawareness, but he was also not the smartest when it came to school.

Then you swooped in, raised his grades a few points, and became his official homework helper. You thought it was a blessing, more time with the man who had your heart, but you underestimated just how much help he needed.

You had no idea how many times you would have to explain the Pythagorean theorem to someone before they understood. (you're sure now that he didn't really understand and he just didn't want to hear it again.)

And anatomy was no exception.

“That’s alright Toshi, do you want to try looking at a different diagram? That might help!”

Opening a new book, you spent another ten minutes staring at the page just looking at it, before staring back up at you. And that's your cue. No more diagrams, he was never going to learn like that.

This was what you called plan visual. somethings, namely science, were better learned but seeing and not memorization.

Letting out a sigh, you closed all of the books and told him to do the same.

“Ok, here’s what’s going to happen.” placing yourself directly in front of the cross-legged man, garnering his full attention, “I'm going to give you an arm and a leg  and, let's start with the skeletal system, so just tell me all the bones you can remember.”

Lending your hand you took it in his and gave you a nod. Going up the length of your arm finishing at your shoulder blade, he moved to run a hand along your un-bending leg. Starting at your ankle he kept a constant hand on the back of your knee, keeping your leg hanging in the air.

A few mixed up bones later you finally moved on to muscles. Not only did it take far longer but you could tell he was getting frustrated, if the hand gripping your thigh as he tried to name all the muscles there was any telling.

On his fifth try, you gave him some help and just decided to move on, seeing that it wasn't needed for him to know blood vessels just yet, there was only one other thing he had to do.

Male and female anatomy.

You had tried to avoid the topic but that seemed almost impossible at the moment.

“Is something wrong Y/n?” As he spoke you became all too aware of his hand still on your thigh and how he was staring right at you like he could tell exactly what you were thinking, “the next topic is the reproductive system correct?”

“Erm, ye-yeah, but we don’t have to-”

“Don't be silly, we have to get through all the material that will be on the test. May I have the textbook to reference from?” he spoke as if he was ordering food, completely nonchalant. As if his hand wasn't reaching into your skirt and sliding your panties to the side.

“This unit does not require the breasts so you can keep your shirt on.” he continued to slide your underwear from your legs flipping your skirt, pushing you onto your back. Maneuvering you to how he wanted, you holding your legs spread open and close to your chest, he got to work.

“The outer lips, formally known as the labia majora,” he spoke as he ran a finger down, spreading them open to e your hole clench around nothing.  He let out a breath and intently stared at your core.

“Labia minora, inner lips.” running another finger along your lips he collected the wetness that had collected on them, bringing it to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he licked it clean. “A woman creates a natural lubrication to aid in intercourse.”

Deliberately avoiding your clit, he moved to the urethral opening, passing it quickly. Moving to run a hand along your stomach placing where he thought your cervix and womb lay.

“The clitoris, an organ that is completely dedicated to pleasure.” his thumb rubbing small circles around your bud was the final opus for you to let out all the soft whimpers you had so desperately wanted to let out.

Eye’s shooting to meet yours his thumb moved quicker, drawing more pants and wanton moans from your throat.

“Please Toshi, I wanna-”

Your beg must've ripped him away from whatever daydream he lost himself in, roping his thumb away from your clit, a whine escaping you, he moved to his final destination.

“The vaginal hole, where a man enters a woman and makes her his own. It leads straight through the cervix into the womb.” right as he finished two fingers shoved their way into your pussy.

Reattaching his thumb to your clit, he coaxed moan after moan out of you.

Hitting a spot somewhere deep in you, cunt spasming as he rode out you high with slow strokes, “the g-spot, a small area that aids with the female orgasm.”

Taking his fingers to his mouth once more, he watched you let your legs down and close your eyes to help calm your roaring heart. In your bliss, you felt two lips connect to yours, a soft dance between new lovers.

A forehead rested on your hands and ran up and down your sides placing you back into a sitting position.

“y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“We still have one more thing to do.”

Oh right, this lesson was a two-way street.

Crawling to kneel between his crossed legs you palmed his bulge as he leaned back on the chair, bringing his hands behind his head. He watched you take his cock out of its restraints, wrapping your lips around the tip leaning his pre-cum.

He let you pace yourself, don't complain when you came up to explain what you were doing to what.

On the contrary, you could tell all he wanted to do was push your head down and keep it there until his load stuffed your throat. Realizing this was probably the last time you would have control over the boy.

But all seems worth it when he shows you the A+ on the anatomy test.

Maybe Ushijima Wakatoshi is a good student after all.

[kooktrash]

14 and jk pls

okay bestie, 14: sleepover and decide to play t or d BUT WITH A TWIST. I got inspo from the CUT game Truth Or Drink, but anyways. hope you like it. omg I’m scared

summary: you’ve been friends with Jungkook for months now, a severe thunderstorm and a drinking game blurs the lines between friendship and more.

warning(s): mature language, college friends, drinking, jungkook is a bit flirty, some of the questions are dirty, implied smut, friends with feeling. Plot with little porn.

truth or drink | jeon jungkook

- “The weather app sucks ass,” he huffed, staring out the window into the thunderstorm waiting for him outside. His eyes shifted down to the app, which changed from a warm night to showcasing clouds of gray and thunder on his screen.

“Severe Thunder Storm warning, if you are from any of the following districts, blah blah blah, remain sheltered from the time being until 6:45am the following day,” you read the weather alert out loud. Jungkook looked back at you, “Um what? I live clear across town, how the hell am I gonna get through that?”

It was true. Your dear friend lived far from your place, and the original plan for the two of you tonight was to study for your Psych exam and then go out for drinks with your friends. It had already been a struggle trying to get him to study, but now he was in an even worse mood because you weren’t going to be able to go out drinking. “Just sleepover crybaby,” you rolled your eyes making yourself comfortable on your couch, “Let’s drink or something.”

“Just us two?” He gnawed on his bottom lip nervously stepping away from the window and looking down at you, “Won’t it be boring?”

“Jieun’s got some drinking games here somewhere, check the media console,” you instructed him, stretching lazily as you pushed yourself up again, “I’ll go find something to drink for us. I think we still have some bottles of Soju laying around.”

“Truth or Drink, what the fuck is that?” Jungkook asked, scooting next to you on the coffee table as he held a little white box. Upon opening it he was met with four different card deck boxes, he read them carefully, “Which one should we do?”

He read the box, Last Call, eyes skimming the quick summary on the back, “Warning, do not play these questions unless it’s very late and you’ve got nothing to lose. Let’s play this one. Wait but it says three or more people.”

You poured Soju into two small glasses, “Yeah it’s to help find winners because the dealer has to choose between two answers. But let’s just play it a different way, there’s usually two questions on a card, we choose the best one, ask the other person and if they can’t answer they drink. And then we can ask the second question if we want to.”

“I need a beginner’s drink real quick,” he chugged down the liquor set in front of them, urging you to do the same, “I want to go first. I just have to pick a card from the pile and ask you?”

You nodded, setting two small piles on the table and waiting for him to decide which one he wants to ask. His eyes widened, “Oh fuck, these questions are heavy. First one and it’s already a lot. Um anyways,” he shook his head as if giving himself motivation, “Does our relationship bring out the best in you? In me? If not, why?”

You thought about it for a moment, “I think, we bring out the best in each other. You’re my best friend and you make me laugh easily and always make me feel comfortable and not a lot of people make me feel that way. I do think I am a better person because of our friendship.”

He wiped at his eye, pretending to shed a tear, “That was beautiful. Okay hurry up, ask me something.” He set the card to the side, waiting patiently for you to choose one. You laughed reading the question, “Who is in control of our relationship?”

“Fuck you, you know you are,” Jungkook huffed crossing his arms in front of him, “Everybody calls me your little puppy. I have separation anxiety it is not my fault.” The two of you chuckled, you watched him reach into the deck again, brows arching as he read, “What am I the most ignorant about?”

You debated answering. There were a few things your friend was ignorant about but you weren’t sure how to say it. In reality the two of you had barely been friends for a little over a year and though you hung out all the time you weren’t sure you were ready to have any deeper conversations. You reached for your drink, taking a drink swiftly ignoring the way his jaw dropped to the floor, “Don’t play with me, answer.”

“I can’t,” you shrugged, “I already took a drink. It’s Truth or Drink, not Truth and Drink.” He leaned forward a little, pout evident on his face, “Please. Please just answer this one. This is the only one I’ll ask you to do.”

“Fine!” You groaned throwing yourself back onto the pillow you set behind you, “I think you can be ignorant when it comes to your looks.” His brows furrowed, turning toward you, tempted to lay down as well. “I mean,” you thought for a moment, “Everyone knows you’re an attractive guy, except you. You’re always complaining about being single or lonely. And I know a ton of girls who’d kill to go on a date with you.”

“Wait,” he shook his head trying to process the information, “You think I’m attractive?” You rolled your eyes, sitting back up with a sigh, “That wasn’t part of the question. My turn.”

You sighed, reading the question out loud, “Do I often seem like I’m being fake?”

He thought for a moment, “Yes. Sometimes I feel like, you don’t really want to be friends with me, or that I annoy you and you just don’t know how to tell me to leave you alone. Or that you just keep me around because you’re bored.”

“Aw,” you frowned, “Oh my god, Kook I’m sorry I make you feel that way. I promise our friendship is 100% real and I am not being fake about it at all.” He smiled widely looking over to the other decks, picking the red one up, “Extra Dirty, let’s play it.”

“No,” you groaned as he changed the mood in the room rather quickly with his distracted mind. He ignored you reading the summary, “Sex, drugs, and rock n roll. All the questions your dark subconscious wants to ask your friends. Yeah let’s play it, the other deck was getting too emotional, can we do this one instead?”

“Fine but if it’s anything too weird I’m just drinking,” you told him. He nodded understandingly as he reached for a card, choking on his own spit for a minute before an evil smile came to his face, “What’s something you wish your ex would have done sexually, but didn’t?”

Fuck. Of course he’d be smiling at this question. Jungkook absolutely hated your ex boyfriend, Hobi. He thought he was rude and sexist and you had to agree just a little. You were friends with Hobi now but he wasn’t the best in a relationship. “Fuck,” you bit your lower lip in concentration, “I’ll tell you but this stays between you and I.”

He stuck his pinky finger out, locking it with yours as he waited eagerly for your answer. You weren’t going to pussy out of a question again so you were just going to say it. “He could never make me cum from eating me out, like never, not even with his fingers,” you hurriedly covered your face with your hands embarrassment filling you as it sat quietly on Jungkook’s end. The breakup was fairly recent so it was still a little awkward and the few hook ups you ve had since then sucked ass. “My turn,” you reached for a card taking his silence as a sign of awkwardness.

Huffing, you read carefully, “Do you find me physically attractive? What if I bat my eyelashes like this?” You did as the card said, batting your lashes at him with innocent and big eyes. He sat for a moment, “Most definitely, he said quickly grabbing another card, “You’re unbelievably attractive. Anyways.”

You could see his tongue push against his cheek, brows knitted together, “What’s your most complimented anatomical feature as described by your lovers?”

You chuckled lightly, “Realistically? Probably my chest.” You caught the way his eyes lingered down for a moment, face softening as he nodded his head. You giggled looking down at the card you just picked from the pile, “Are you loud during sex? Demonstrate with a dramatic interpretation of your signature sounds.”

“I’m drinking,” he mumbled but you shook your head laughing. “No no, you had me answer a question after I drank so I’m gonna do the same. I really want to hear what you got.” He groaned, covering his face in his hands, “Give me a minute, let me take this drink first.”

“Okay so,” he cleared his throat, “I wouldn’t say I’m loud, but I’m not quiet either. I think it also depends on what we’re doing. I’m louder when I’m getting my dick sucked, and it kinda sounds like, um,” he paused for a second. Breathing getting heavier as he began to show you, his mouth fell open, small whines leaving his lips followed by a couple grunts, “Fuck! Okay I’m done. Let me pick a damn card.”

You bursted out laughing as his ears turned a dark red. “It’s getting serious,” you giggled not noticing the way his embarrassed expression turned into a sly smirk, “Got your ass bestie, now it’s your turn. Give a passionate example of your dirty talk.”

You threw yourself back dramatically, debating on taking a drink or not. He smiled, “If you drink you’re a pussy.” “Fine hold on,” you say up scooting closer to him. Clearing your throat, you touched his shoulder lightly, bringing yourself closer to his ear too scared to say it loud so you chose to whisper instead. “You have really pretty hands Kook,” you started. He tensed underneath you for a moment, “I wouldn’t mind having them wrapped around my neck here and there.” Maybe it was the liquor already in your system but this wasn’t as embarrassing as you thought it’d be, and the goosebumps on his skin were making you want to say just a little bit more before it ended.

“And your fingers are so long and pretty,” you looked down at his tattooed hand, “I wonder how they’d feel all over me— Okay I’m done! My turn,” you grabbed a card, ignoring his silent stance. “If we were in a porn together, what category would it be under?”

He cleared his throat sitting straighter as he recollected himself, “Probably something along the lines of, ‘College Hunk Destroys Bratty Girl’ yeah that’d definitely be it.”

“You’re annoying,” you rolled your eyes as he went on for his turn, reading it loudly, “Are you a good kisser? If so, demonstrate.”

“It does not say that,” you muttered. You knew for a fact it didn’t. When Jieun got the game the two of you read every card in every deck and none of them were that suggestive. They said crazy things but nothing that involved intimate physical contact with someone else playing. “It does,” Jungkook said as matter-of-fact. “Okay then show me where it says that.”

“No.”

“Then you’re a liar,” you reached for the card but he held it away, “If you’re a bad kisser just say that Y/n.”

“I’m not!” You whined stretching forward for the card, hand pushing in his knee. He smiled at you, holding the card high as your faces were just a mere inches away from each other, “Well then demonstrate or take the L.” You sighed, hands using his legs to push yourself forward. He stared down at you, arm slowly lowering but his grip on the card was tight in case you tried snatching it out. You looked down at his parted and waiting lips, debating if you should actually go for it.

You were both a little tipsy, and you could always just blame your kiss on the alcohol. It wasn’t like you never thought about Jungkook in that way but you did your best to keep it as a simple friendship. Getting the courage, your back arched slightly as you leaned up to connect your lips with his softly. It was a soft kiss, his lips mets yours immediately going in for it. It wasn’t anything special but he was very obviously a good kisser. When you felt him dip in to further the kiss you attempted to pull away, his following lips going after you. Before you could catch your breath after your separation, his hand dropped the card, Both hands flying to your jaw and cupping your face in his hands as he pulled you in again.

You fell forward, hands gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. His large hands were soft, the pad of his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he pushed his tongue against you. You opened your mouth a little more allowing him access. Your could hear buzzing in the back, but as you tried to pull away, Jungkook only held you closer. You didn’t mind though, if you would’ve known kissing your best friend felt this good, you might’ve tried it sooner. His hands trailed down to your waist, pulling you swiftly onto his lap, as he leaned back against the legs of the couch. You pressed yourself closer deepening the kiss as your hands grinned onto his hair lightly. His hands brushed your sides and under your shirt. His cold hands on your bare stomach surprised you, the hand gripping a lock of hair pulled causing him to let out a breathy groan.

He pushed you down onto the floor, hovering above you as he wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands pushed your shirt up, kisses trailing down your jaw and neck, “If you don’t want this, tell me now because I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

“I want you,” you told him as he looked down at you with doe eyes. “I want you too.”

yoongi: i got locked out of my place. ur at y/n’s right? can I come over?

yoongi: hellooooo

yoongi: ANSWER YOUR PHONE

yoongi: if I catch a cold I’m suing fat

A/n OKAY LISTEN. I wanted to put smut in but I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with that so I chose not to. I hope you like it, and I can always do a Drabble with smut if that’s something you want. Thank you for requesting bestie, and DONT BE SHY

[1kook]

skirt chasers - drabble iii

this a skirt chasers drabble in case u couldn't tell uhhh here’s i and ii lol

summary; “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?” warnings; alcohol mention, tit sucking, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, uhh making out??? ratings; mature (18+) misc; educational abolitionist!jungkook, drunk jk, mentions of throwing up lol, jk is an anatomy frEAK, more skirts, more jk has questionable kinks wc; like barely 2k

notes; i wrote this in like 40 mins bc i couldn't stop thinking about STIMBO jk from skirt chasers and how cool he is enjoy xxxx also i barely rmr shit from anatomy bc it was the worst course of my life so pls bear with me

His first mistake is getting drinks with the boys. You like to think you know your boyfriend pretty well, know what he’s good at, where he excels, where he thrives, and well. Drinking doesn’t rank too high on the list.

Jimin calls a little past midnight. “Kook’s on the table,” he slurs into the phone, too loud and too sloppy for a Wednesday night phonecall.

“Ha?” you mumble back, rubbing your eyes until you see stars. The room is dark, practically spinning from how out of it you are. Chaeyoung is dead asleep in her room, so even whispering feels like a crime. “Where are you guys?”

Some bar on the south side of town, that strip where all the newly turned twenty-one year olds go to get wasted. Jungkook’s supposed to be studying for some big exam he has on Friday— at least, that’s what he told you —so it takes a few minutes of convincing on Jimin’s part until you’re shrugging your coat on, blindly navigating through your apartment for your keys and wallet. You briefly consider taking an Uber, but ultimately decide you’d rather get stabbed to death on a public bus so at least your family can sue the city afterwards.

Jungkook is indeed on the table, except the table has long since tipped over. So now he’s just sprawled across some dirty bar floor, puppy-soft head of curls spilling over his forehead. He’s so cute, so adorable. You want to kill him. “Up,” you command, channeling the strength of twelve football players to haul your beefy boyfriend off the ground.

“Baby,” he beams, looking at you but not actually looking at you. “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?”

You don’t even know what that means, can’t even question him, because then Jin is angrily yelling at you to cover his tab. You pay with a stiff middle finger, flail the three dollars in your wallet at him, before sweeping away your poor damsel in distress. “You’re supposed to be studying,” you huff, can’t even be mad when he stops to throw up in a bush outside the bar. You’re so embarrassed, pretend you don’t know him as you pull up the bus times on your phone.

He’s huffy by the time you get on the bus, sniffling against your neck as he cries about his common hepatic portal vein thing— you don’t fucking know.

Chaeyoung isn’t too impressed with you when you bring him home, dump him on the couch while she steals your AirPods from your room. “Explain yourself,” you demand, and his head rolls back.

“I hate school,” he complains, slaps a hand down against his forehead. You’re certain he’s concussed himself this time. Then he’s bending over, head held between his hands. “Wanna cry.”

You sigh, kneeling in front of him. “You’re almost done,” you comfort him, hand on the back of his head. He’s so sweaty, and smells like all his friends colognes at the same time. “You’re smart, baby, you can do this.”

Your words have the opposite effect, because then he’s rocking forward childishly, nearly rams your skulls together and kills you. He’s reached the point of his insobriety where he’s too sad and huffy to think, sadly leaning against your shoulder as if that’ll somehow solve all his problems. You doubt it will, but there’s really nothing much you can when Jungkook reaches this point, so you settle on softly patting the back of his head until the fool is fucking snoring against you.

Chaeyoung blesses you with her divine retribution the next morning by using up the last of your body wash, and then you’re left to deal with a hungover Jungkook on a Thursday morning. You’re pretty sure he had a class that morning, but he wakes up too late for you to even try to convince him to still go, and then he’s moping on your couch in last night’s clothes. You’re getting ready for your internship, blouse half buttoned, pencil skirt wiggled up to your waist.

“Abolish exams,” he mutters, numbly staring at the ceiling as you wipe his face with a cleansing towelette. He doesn’t seem remotely interested in the shower or the pancakes you made, which lets you know this is a much more serious issue than just a drunken episode. “Aren’t they stupid?” You nod. “Sure, test me on every damn thing we’re learning right now as if science isn’t always changing and I’ll have to keep learning anyway.”

He looks over at you, under-eye bags absolutely horrendous. “Tests are stupid,” you agree, and it seems to be exactly what he wants to hear as he sinks into your arms, face buried in your chest. “Too stupid for smarty-pants Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook groans, flops over you on the couch all smelly and gross. “They test you for memorization and not comprehension,” he adds, finally wiggling out of his stinky clothes.

With Jungkook, you can never tell where things are going. One minute he’s cursing the education system and the next he’s kissing along your neck in his rambling fury. “As if I these materials will somehow become nonexistent once I’m working,” he huffs, hands on your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers digging into his biceps as he mindlessly kisses down the valley between your breasts. “Shit’s so fucking stupid,” he spits, bunching your skirt around your waist.

“Jeon—“

“I’m just trying to be a fuckin’ pediatrician, for fuck’s sake,” he growls, hastily undoes the front buttons on your blouse. Your black bra comes into view, heart pounding in your chest as Jungkook makes quick work of reaching behind and undoing it, pushing it away, and cupping your breasts in his palms. He guides one of your legs around his waist, tucks it around him as he gets to work raining down kisses on your tits. “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, pretty pink lips leaving smooches down your chest.

You bite down on your lip, watch through hazy eyes as those big doe eyes flick up at you, tongue swirling around your nipple. “N— Not tired anymore?” you pant, hands in his hair. It’s still dry and knotted from last night’s adventures, but you don’t mind. Not when Jungkook’s hard cock is flush against your thigh.

“Nah,” he confirms, rolling his hips forward against your core. Oh he was horny horny this morning. Or was he angry horny? You don’t care, either way you were winning. “I serenaded you last night, y’know?”

You snort, but it morphs into a whimper when he captures your rock hard nipple between his perfect teeth. “Not a serenade,” you whimper, fingernails running along his scalp, “if I’m not there.”

Jungkook leans back, lets you breathe for a second as he unbuckles the front of his pants, jeans pulled down around his thighs. And of course he’s hard as fuck by now; this was Jeon Jungkook you were dealing with. He could get it up and going in two seconds flat at the mere sight of your collarbones. “You were there,” he insists, capturing your hand in his all romantic like until you’re flustered and shaking him off. He levels you with a cheesy grin, presses your palm against his chest. “Here.”

You gag. “That’s disgusting.”

Jungkook laughs, all squeaky and airy because he’s never given a fuck about looking cool in front of you. His next words only prove your point. “Why? Don’t like being nestled against my left lung and esophagus, all sexy like?”

You roll your eyes, tug your panties aside to give him a full view of what his dorky anatomical talk has done to you. “Dick me down or go away,” you say, pointer finger nudging his chin up when he stares too long

He snaps his teeth at you, almost bites your finger, the fuckin’ weirdo. “Sassy today,” he teases, presses the tip of his cock against you. Both of you groan, watch as he glides himself up and down your folds, angry mushroom head pushing against your clit. “Always so wet for me,” he mumbles shakily, eyes zeroed in on your wet folds and how slick they feel against him. “Didn’t stretch you out again.”

“Yo— You’re mean about that anyway,” you pant, pulling him closer by those firm ass cheeks of his. “I can tell when you’re using me as a reference model.”

Jungkook gasps as if he’s genuinely scandalized by your claim, follows your wordless command and finally lines himself up with your quivering entrance. “I’m a hands-on learner,” he offers, his cheeky smile still on his face until he finally sinks into you and his features twist up all pretty. “Your pussy’s just so pretty, baby,” he grunts, hand on your hip.

Your face feels warm, from the pleasure that rolls over your body and the vulgarity of his words. “Shush now,” you say, try to sound strict and in command, but he’s got his other hand cupping your jaw, looking at you like you’re a goddess and not some dorky college student in their even dorkier internship uniform.

“Temptress,” he mumbles, pushes past your clenching lips until he’s flush against you, your walls spasming around his cock because he just feels so good. “Tried to sneak past me in that tiny skirt.” He draws back, lets his swollen head catch at the entrance before sliding back in, pace slow and sensual, too intimate for some random Thursday morning. “Little doll just needs to be fucked in the morning, doesn’t she?” A pitiful whimper catches in your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every glide of his dick back inside of you.

“N- Not my fault you have naughty eyes,” you whimper, hand coming up to bite at your knuckles as Jungkook continues to fuck you so sweetly. “Fuck.”

Jungkook ducks over you, wavy hair tickling your forehead as his hot breath fans across you. Smells like the mouthwash you made him take and hints of last night’s alcohol. “Can’t help it,” he husks, capturing your lips in his. Sloppy and wet, tongue clashing with yours as he guides you along, hips slowing to rhythmic ruts that have you moaning after each roll.

A few drawn-out thrusts later and you’re coming, body so sensitive this early in the morning, and it certainly doesn’t help that Jungkook looks like that (sweaty and worn, dark eyes watching you writhe beneath him). Surprisingly, it takes him a few more rushed thrusts before he follows, barely managing to pull out in time before his sparkling cum is splattering over your tummy and the skirt bunched around it. “No,” you whine, melting into the couch. “Jeon, this is my only one,” you complain, rubbing a hand over your eyes as if that’ll somehow make your legs work again enough to push him off.

Jungkook says nothing as he tucks himself back into his boxers, chest heaving from exertion as he crashes back onto the couch. “Liar,” he responds after a moment, out of breath and half asleep again. He’s still technically hungover. Hand lazily drawing circles on your knee as you sit up, wiggling your skirt back down. He gives you this indecipherable look. “I hid the other one under your dresser.”

You smack his arm. “Why the hell would you—“

He tackles you back into the couch, presses the stain into your skirt. It must feel gross against his naked tummy, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. “Makes me too horny,” he announces, pout pressed against your neck. “I had a teacher fantasy the other day. Did I tell you?” You roll your eyes, resigning yourself to this new life squashed beneath your boyfriend. “You were my high school anatomy teacher and I failed, so you made me stay after school for supplemental lessons—“

“That’s an abuse of power,” you point out, back to carding your hands through his now sweaty and greasy hair. “And you would never fail an anatomy class, that’s literally your comfort area of study.”

“Listen,” he stresses, lifts his head until he’s peering at you with these humongous Bambi eyes. “You spanked me and—“

“Go get my skirt.”

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[reejindeed]

Been following u for a while and I just need to ask about your art journey! Howd you start out and start understanding anatomy then develop your style?? It’s so distinct. I’m not sure if this is where I can ask this but if not please let me know where I can!

Oh man this is kinda hard to answer... I mean, all kids draw and make art, I was just one of those kids who kept doing it. So it's not so much that I ever really started out... It's not like I can point to one moment when I decided to really start taking art seriously, it's just that I never stopped.

As far as anatomy goes, That was something that I was told to start studying when I was probably about 12 years old... My mom had a friend who was also an artist who saw that I really enjoyed drawing anime and anime characters, and he offered to do art lessons for next to nothing every week for a few months. I would be doing charcoal portraits of people... Usually my friends from school or my family members .. Because he really believed that in order for my art- stylized or not- to really be good, I had to understand anatomy. That was something that I also really took to heart, and something that I really believed to this day, so I continue to teach myself anatomy by doing figure drawing or anatomical studies. Understanding the figure was also really enforced in college when I started taking my introductory drawing classes. I think of it as one of those, "know the rules, so that you know how to break them" type of deals.

Anatomy is still something that I will still occasionally do studies of, because it's something that I feel like I can always learn how to depict better. It's not like I learned how to draw naturalistically and then learned how to draw stylized, though. I have always been trying to better them both at the same time.

My style is born from literal years of trying to draw like other people who were much more skilled, famous, and successful than me. Eventually you just start frankensteining together all of these aspects of other people's styles that you really like, until you make something that is yours.

I hope this kind of answered your question? I know it's kind of all over the place, but hopefully there is something in here that is helpful.

[renaerys]

PPG One-Shot: Spelling Bee (Brick/Blossom)

Happy birthday to @genovah​! She is always inspiring me to come up with more PPG content, a true hero. I’m back with another entry in the ongoing Shooketh, Not Stirred high school AU Reds series for your entertainment. As always, this can be read alone, but it happens in the same universe as part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, and part 5. This is also posted on my AO3.

Summary: Brick and Blossom hunker down in the library to study for the upcoming regional spelling bee.

***Reblogs are extremely appreciated, since this probably won’t show up in the tags due to cursing. Thank you! <3

xxx

In fairness, Brick had come to the library during his free period with the pure intention to learn. And he was certainly learning something. But somewhere between sliding into his seat opposite Blossom and watching her lips move around insouciant as if it were a strawberry slathered in ganache, his purity was torn from his weak, teenage boy fingers and there was absolutely no going back. 

“Brick, are you listening to me?” She touched his hand across the table. 

“Yup.”

“Did you need me to repeat the word?”

“Yup.”

“In-SOO-see-uhnt.” She sounded it out slowly, and hand to god, that dominating SOO went straight to his cock.

This, of course, was fine. 

“Origin?” he asked. 

She twirled her hair around her finger and puckered her lips. “French.”

Fuck.

“I…”

Blossom mistook his increasingly horny stupor for plain old stupor and sighed. “Are you even trying? Because if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were completely fine with Darla Dimpleton going to regionals instead of one of us.”

“I am not fine with that.”

Darla Dimpleton was an unassuming, unthreatening nobody with the personality of plain oatmeal. Brick would never have even bothered to learn her name had she not committed the cardinal sin of scoring so much extra credit while everyone else was busy having lives that she stole the number one GPA right from under him. Which meant she stole it from under Blossom too. Which meant Brick was no longer a respectable silver medal to Blossom’s gold, but currently ranked third and therefor merely happy to be on the podium at all (and for the record, no one has ever been happy merely to be on the podium, just like no one has ever been happy winning Most Improved: you sucked, and now you suck a little less. Except this time, you actually suck more because Darla fucking Dimpleton decided to Quaker Oats her way to the top of this rat race that doesn’t actually matter, but it’s the principle of the thing, i.e., the only thing that matters.). 

All of this to say, Darla Dimpleton was the Worst™ and she was one hundred percent going down. 

“Are you sure? Because you’re being awfully cavalier about this. Some might even call you insouciant.”

It was a testament to Brick’s powerful fondness for winning and being seen doing it that he spelled insouciant in one Darla Dimpleton-shaped cock blocking breath.

Blossom smiled like she knew something. “Much better.”  

Yeah, she knows a lot of things.

The problem with dating, Brick was convinced, was that suddenly the mundane became extraordinary. Everyday experiences that he had previously taken for granted—flying around Townsville, enjoying a cup of coffee, thwarting his sometimes murderous demonic overlord from distributing incriminating polaroids, that sort of thing—were suddenly exciting, thrilling even. Because now he got to do those things with Blossom, and Blossom was cool in a smarmy, elitist sort of way that both softened his heart and hardened his dick all at the same time, and that was kind of A Lot to deal with at 9 a.m. on a Tuesday.

“All right, do me,” Blossom said, and Brick coughed so badly his aforementioned weak, teenage boy fingers shook to stifle himself. 

Mercy, he thought, probably. But all his blood was rushing south and it was going to take a supernatural willpower to get through these words so that one of them could beat the upstart porridge peasant to this year’s regional spelling bee. 

“You’re the boss,” he said, because it was true, and also because he liked the way she looked at him when he said it. Like he was now the ganache-coated strawberry in this overextended metaphor that he was too laden with Homeric concupiscence being in her general proximity to unpack. 

Concupiscence, there’s a ten dollar word for you, you horny genius. 

He made a mental note to brag to Blossom about this later. 

“Okay, let’s see…” Brick made a show of organizing the flashcards so that she wouldn’t see him discreetly re-situate his pants under the table. “Your word is cymotrichous.”

Blossom tapped her lips, and Brick found himself sympathizing with the Puritans in their absolute befuddlement over the libidinous effect of women having lips. Witchcraft, surely. “Could you use it in a sentence for me?”

Compelled entirely by black magic and therefor not responsible for his imminently questionable choices, Brick obliged her with: “Thinking about how I’d rather run my fingers through your cymotrichous hair for the rest of free period instead of sit here spelling words no one’s ever heard of.”

Blossom, who he was dead certain was extremely thirsty for him and had been for years long before they ever reconciled their rivalry, leaned over the desk separating them. Her hair, long and loose and indeed quite wavy today, was tempting. “Brick, are you flirting with me?”

It was a well-known fact of being a Weak-Fingered, Teenage Boy that one must never reveal such weakness, especially not in front of one’s girlfriend. On the other hand, co-opting said weakness and rebranding it as the suave truth was galaxy brain levels of flirting. And Brick, as has already been established, was a horny genius. “Yup.” He leaned in to meet her, and he twirled her hair between his fingers because they were weak for her, indeed. “How am I doing?”

Blossom, too determined to let her thirst deter her from her goal of sweet, academic retribution and bragging rights, tapped a finger to his lips. “Great. But we have so many words to spell, and only thirty minutes left to do them all. So get shuffling, stud.”

Well, he could work with that. One thing that made his relationship with Blossom work very well was their insatiable competitiveness. Whether they were whaling on each other over an empty parking lot, debating the efficacy of post-its as a note-taking device, or combining their powers to Captain Planet a cornmeal know-it-all back down the leaderboard where she belonged, they were relentless glory chasers. And the greater the challenge, the more they enjoyed the experience and each other. 

Blossom spelled her word perfectly, by the way. She stretched out the o-u-s at the end in a bewitching little whisper as she pulled away and her hair slipped through his fingers. That moment when the light changes and the temperature shifts and you’re weightless in a state of existential anticipation of something monumental about to happen, but not quite? That happened. Thirty minutes to explore the shape of that anticipation was enough time to taste it but not enough to savor it. Which, Brick supposed, was about to make this the best thirty minutes he was likely going to get all week. 

“Are you ready?” Blossom watched him from behind the card she’d drawn. She had a glint in her eyes that told him she was smiling behind that card. 

“Anytime.”

“Your word is eudaemonic.”

That fucking gorgeous ooh again.

“Define it.”

Blossom flushed as though he had just ordered her to bend over. She bit her lip (it must have been a ten Hail Mary’s kind of day when the Witch-Finder General caught a flesh and blood woman doing that with her improbably sorcerous lips) and grinned. “It means producing happiness. Based on the idea of happiness as the proper end of conduct.”

Producing happiness, which is proper, much like how Blossom came off as proper and even prim around adults, when really she was the most fun, most confident, most person he’d ever met, especially when she was spelling in that chiffon top (son of a bitch, that was a great top on her), and the only conduct he was interested in was of the happiest kind.

“Oh.” His throat clenched, and then his stomach twisted, and then his pants grew little too tight again in a full-body chain reaction that began and ended with a fierce determination not to give in first even though it would mean release because release would be meaningless without this etymological tête-à-tête. 

Don’t think about tête-à-têtes. 

Seventeenth century, noun, borrowed from the French meaning literally “head to head” (please, please stop hurting yourself like this).

“Brick?”

Brick cleared his throat. “Yup. Got it. E-u-d…”

Crisis averted, Brick picked the next card and promptly choked on his own tongue. Blossom made a show like she was concerned and are you all right? and please drink some water. Brick drank her water, which of course she had had her anatomically heretical lips on earlier, which was just fantastic for him. Tuesday fucking morning. 

Milieu was her word. 

“Milieu, hmm.” Blossom’s smile was spellbinding, which was a pun because he punned when he panicked. “Origin?”

You bitch, he thought, and be cool, and also, witchcraft.

Brick leaned back in his chair, slipped his trembling hands in his pockets, and squeezed every ounce of anything you can do I can do better into a winsome grin. “French.”

Blossom’s adult-facing façade cracked like an egg, and he got a glimpse of the raw delight she felt for this game, for the words, and for him for making it happen. For cultivating the electric milieu, if you will, currently driving them both into a state of impassioned, competitive euphoria at 9:42 a.m. in the library. 

“Right, um…” She stumbled over her words, and Brick had to restrain himself from crowing for joy and risk the rheumy-eyed librarian coming to scold them. 

By the time they got through another set of words, they were each visibly frustrated and doubly turned on by the other’s masochistic resolve not to throw in the towel. 

“Okay, ready for another round?” 

She wasn’t even trying to hide her intentions now, and that was just fine with Brick. “Of course.”

One more.

If it was another French word, he was fucking done. 

“Really?” Blossom truly had ice in her veins for the way she was able to school her face then. He couldn’t read her, and that was very bad. 

If it’s another fucking French word…

He could be over the desk and on her faster than you could say concupiscence. 

“Okay.” Blossom set down the flashcard she’d drawn and folded her hands on the table. She looked him dead in the eye licked her lips. “Succedaneum.”

The bookshelf shook but Brick’s fingers didn’t as they pinned Blossom’s over a Dewey Decimal-stamped spine and he kissed her with all the horny passion of a teenage genius who would make a note to thank the devil for giving women lips. One of his better ideas. 

xxx

“Hey, has anyone seen Blossom? I’ve sent her, like, four texts!” Bubbles shoved her phone, open to the ignored texts in question, in her sister’s face. “She was supposed to help me with Chem homework.”

Buttercup ducked. “No, and watch where you’re swinging that thing.”

“I saw her earlier,” Boomer said. “She was with Brick coming out of first period.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mike slung his arm around Boomer’s shoulders. “Don’t they both have a free period right now?”

Buttercup rolled her eyes. “What a scam. Whoever decided to give the A-students free periods while the rest of us mere mortals gotta slave away is a straight-up Supervillain.”

Boomer snapped his fingers. “Hey, I just remembered! They both decided to compete for the spot at the regional spelling bee this year. I bet that’s what they’re doing.”

“God, that’s the saddest thing I have ever heard in my life. That’s a new low even for Blossom.”

“I heard there’s a cash prize for the regional winner,” Bubbles said. “It’s like twenty thousand bucks! Remember, everyone in school signed up and we had to have that assembly to narrow it down?”

“Twenty thou— How the tits did I miss that?!”

“I mean, it was all over the school,” Mike said. “We signed up too.”

“What? And no one thought to tell me I could’ve won the lottery?”

Boomer chuckled. “Dude, come on. You wouldn’t have stood a chance in hell against Darla Dimpleton.”

“Who?”

Bubbles cast Boomer a not worth it look, and he just sighed. “So, if they’re studying for the spelling bee, do you think they’re in the library?”

At that moment, Butch came bursting down the hall a little too fast to be human. Open lockers rattled on their hinges as he passed, and a Sophomore girl’s binder went flying, scattering looseleaf papers everywhere. Buttercup looked ready to punch him in the dick for breaking the no powers in school rule. “Guys, you’re gonna shit!” 

“Calm down before you blow a load, Jesus Christ.” Buttercup yanked him back down to the floor so he wouldn’t spontaneously float. 

Sensibly, Boomer asked, “Why?”

“‘Cause Brick and Blossom are making out in the library right now!”

Mike cringed. “Oh, come on.”

“The hell they are,” Buttercup said. 

Bubbles smiled. “Good for them.”

“I’m serious! There were books everywhere, and the noise—”

“Oh look, there goes my dignity. Better catch it before it gets away. C’mon, moron.” Buttercup dragged Butch down the hall over his protests. “What were you even doing in the library? I didn’t think you knew where it was…”

“Like that could ever happen,” Mike said. “Those two wouldn’t waste a minute of study time if it means beating out the competition.”

Boomer did not look so convinced. “I don’t know. I mean, they’re officially, for real dating now,”—“Finally!” Mike interjected—“so it’s not that unbelievable.”

The bell for the next period rang. Bubbles groaned thinking of stewing for an hour of Chem. At least she shared that class with Boomer and would not have to suffer alone. They parted from Mike and walked together through the throng of students rushing to get to their next period.

“Hey, do you think…” 

“I mean…” Boomer shrugged. 

They rounded the corner and nearly ran into Blossom dashing to her next class with a rushed “Got your texts talk later bye!” before she disappeared into the crowd. 

Bubbles whirled on Boomer. “Did you see her buttons—”

“Completely uneven—”

The late bell rang and made them jump. Among the last stragglers, they both dashed a bit too fast to get to class and made it to their seats just as Mr. Micelli finished writing a problem on the board. 

Boomer winked when she caught his eye a couple desks away from hers, and it took everything she had not to laugh.

“Good for her,” Bubbles said to herself. 

“You are late,” Mr. Micelli said. 

Everyone turned to watch Brick sink into his seat, his short hair totally askew and looking healthily flushed for a Tuesday morning. 

Boomer burst out laughing and needed a whole minute to calm down. 

He’d tell her later that the detention was worth it.

xxx

Witchcraft! 👁️👄👁️✨

[creativeashproductions]

We Wouldn’t Be Us // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: We get a look into the timeline of the reader and Charlie’s relationship from the first date that wasn’t so perfect to the news they get. The relationship has its ups and downs like all relationships do but this one brings the birth of a song. They know in their relationship that anything less just wouldn’t be them

Warnings: Swearing, an argument, allusion to sex (NO SMUT), pure fluff

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I suppose this is an entry for @cherrymaybank​’s Valentine’s Day Fic Challenge. 

Based on the song We Wouldn’t Be Us by Alexandra Kay

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Masterlist

Every dress didn’t seem to fit properly no matter what mirror with different light in your apartment you tried. The spare bathroom’s bulb was dying, so that made the colour appear off, and the best mirror was dirty, which would dampen the romantic goal. Nothing made you feel that oomph that you desired for this date. 

You could wear the standby little black dress of which you had two options, the clubbing one or the work appropriate one. It didn’t seem right to choose a standard black and no colour for this insanely sweet guy that had this insane energy. With that thought in mind, you dug deeper in your closet for that special dress that you’d never found someone worthy of it. It was your best dress and your most expensive with the tags still on. You would have gone for the maroon dress but it was Valentine’s Day and that seemed like over kill.

Somehow it still fit perfectly despite the length of time from purchase, it was a vibrant green satin with lace matching the colour. The dress's satin ended just below the knee with the matching lace falling an additional six inches past. The A-line skirt was loose flowing contrasting to the form-fitting material across your bust and midsection. 

One of your favourite parts of the dress was the off-shoulder bateau neckline that gave a tasteful sneak of your cleavage. The bottom of the thick straps came to make a perfectly straight horizontal line. Across your waist was a one-inch wide satin ribbon attached to the dress that formed a perfect bow that tied the outfit together, no pun intended.

“Whoa.” You breathed stepping in front of the floor-length mirror kept in the spare bedroom, it had once been your roommates’ room before she moved.

You had to admit the dress was magical with it, bringing out all your curves and went with your skin tone. It was a pure shock to see how you managed to make the dress come to life with just a makeup look that was easy to do. All you did next was your favourite beige heels that went with everything. You had just slid on the left heel when the buzzer sounded and slid the right on as you hit the button unlocking the apartment building door.

“This is going to be perfect.” You breathed leaning into the mirror beside the front door. You inspected your lipstick as a knock sounded on the dark brown wood of your door. 

“You look gorgeous.” Your date breathed, widening those colour changing irises as he took in your outfit, “You take my breath away. Happy Valentine’s Day”

Your cheeks flushed, “Thank you, Charlie.”

He stepped into the apartment as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab your coat and purse with your essentials. He had gently retrieved the coat from your arms to help you into the cold jacket. 

“I know traditionally I would have brought you flowers, but I also know you love books.” Charlie breathed grasping the items in his hands, “So I got these flowers.”

His warm hands held three books. The top one was The Orchid House by Lucinda Riley with a cover that had the background blurry with only the back of a girl in clarity. The girl’s pink dress matching the flower in the upper corner of the book. The next cover proudly displayed The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley with red flowers growing down on a stone building. The third one was a light pink book with an anatomically correct heart with flowers growing out of the arteries, veins and valves; a collection of poetry I Saw You As a Flower by Ellen Everett. Lastly, you held Rupi Kaur’s second collection of poetry The Sun and her Flowers that had come out a couple years ago.

“Charlie, this is so thoughtful. You even has a rose one!” You breathlessly spoke gently touching the covers, “Thank you so much for these.”

“I thought we could read them together?” Charlie was bashful as he quietly asked with flushed cheeks. He didn’t know why he felt like this was his very first date all over again.

“I’d love that.” You softly told the Canadian with the manners a mother would be jealous to have in her home. Charlie’s fingers linked with yours as he tugged you out of the apartment into the hallway.

Your hands swung during the short walk from the apartment building to his bright orange Subaru across the street. The sound of the light wind rustling the trees lining the sidewalk mixed with the humming from Charlie was a perfect film score. He was the ideal gentleman even before he asked you out.

You couldn’t wait to tell your close loved ones about Charlie. You could really see this going somewhere. The relationship that is, as you were now on the side of a road with the Subaru’s hazard lights flashing.

“I forgot to fill the tank.” Charlie moaned, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel. His eyes clenched just as tight as his fists.

The Canadian was so embarrassed to have had what he thought was the best date of his life. He’d played music from the playlist he had patiently curated specifically for this date, and he held your hand to the restaurant. He’d already made plans for another date when his car’s warning beeped.

In Charlie’s haste, he’d forgotten to fuel up his car, so here he was with the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his passenger seat. His confidence in a second date had greatly diminished.

“Char, you said Owen was on his way. There isn’t anyone else I’d prefer to be stranded with. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I wanted this date to go perfect. This is my first Valentine’s Day with someone.” Charlie admitted turning his head to stare into warm pools of your e/y colours. His eyes scanned the soft smile that appeared on your face as his confession, “I had this whole thing planned out, and now you definitely won’t want a second-”

“I’m gonna kiss you. If you don’t want that, let me know.” You murmured before pulling him in for what would be the best kiss of your life thus far.

Sure his car broke down, but you kissed him anyway. He tasted of the complimentary chocolate dessert from dinner.

A Year Later

A young, admittedly broke couple sat on the cold floor of the unpacked kitchen eating SpaghettiOs. You had only just moved into the studio apartment with Charlie that had drained most of your savings. Had it not been in a decently safe area in the city and a close commute you would have said no.

But it was the perfect starting place for you two as you both were unfamiliar with living with an SO. It sucked on each of your ends to not have a better situation, Charlie wanted nothing more than to spoil you on the first day living together. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible but sitting on the floor with a cheap candle was imperfectly perfect.

“I’m sorry we’re eating out of cans.” Charlie whispered pointedly, keeping his eyes on the spoon, stirring the red sauce with the beige circles.

“Char this is perfect. As long as it’s you and I then anything is perfect. Besides we didn’t label the boxes, I have no idea which box has our kitchenware.” You admitted glancing at the boxes boarding the edge of the room. 

You ate out of cans for at least a week before you had unpacked the kitchen and had the means to buy actual groceries. Living together thus far had been going super smooth until wasn’t.

It was a bad day on both your parts, your entire work was deleted after a computer glitch. Charlie had auditioned for a role he had been really really wanting since he heard about it. Your father came down with the flu axing the plans to meet for dinner; it would have been the first time in six months you saw him in person.

The apartment's atmosphere had been rising and very volatile by mid-afternoon when Charlie blatantly forgot a deal. If he was going to play music, it had to be in the study so you could focus on your work. 

Today he’d decided to be in close vicinity to have a virtual jam session with both Owen and Jeremy. He’d chosen the room you were in solely because it had the best wifi reception which you needed as well.

“Charlie, please can you go to the study? I’m trying to finish this!” You cried out as he struck a chord on the electric. His eyebrows came other in the glare he sent you, “I lost all my work last night.”

“The guys and I are working on songs-”

“-Charlie, this is due tonight. I can’t concentrate with-”

“It’s not my fault you have a shitty attention span!” Charlie angrily snapped contradicting the gentle touch on his guitar. He placed it back on the stand to not accidentally damage it, “The wifi is best in this room.”

“I’m very much aware of that Charlie. Out of the two of us, I use it the most. Can you please either move to the study or at least wait an hour so I can finish?” You pleaded with the Canadian actor ignoring the two guys on the computer silently waiting for the fight to be over.

“Why can't you mov-”

“Fine. I will.” You fully stared down your boyfriend for a full five seconds before you harshly closed the top of your computer. It took seconds to gather your work stuff into the leather satchel you stored the computer in, “You didn’t even mute the call.”

Charlie watched as you swiftly pulled on your jacket, “Babe-”

The sound of the door slamming shut cut his sentence before he even had a chance to speak his thoughts. The apartment was eerily silent compared to the sounds of music that always played through the Bluetooth speaker.

The inspiration to play evaporated with the aftermath of a stupid argument permeated the apartment typically filled with love. All three actors quietly said their goodbyes before they ended the video call.

You spent an hour uncomfortably sitting in a cafe finishing up what you’d needed to finish with the argument replaying. Your finger barely hit the button to send the email before you had already stepped outside the business. You spent the walk struggling to draft a text to your boyfriend. 

It didn’t matter because when you walked into the apartment, you heard the soft song you’d both deemed yours. It was cheesy, but that was part of Charlie’s charm. Speaking of your boyfriend, he was sat on the floor of your kitchen with matching mugs of brownies.

“I’m sorry. I was insensitive.” Charlie started as soon as your jacket was draped over one of the kitchen chairs. His usually wide smile was as bashful as the one he’d worn on the night of your first date.

“No I’m sorry, Charlie. I could have easily put on my headphones or moved to the bedroom for a bit. The fight was stupid, and I love you so much that sometimes I think I take you for granted. I mean, look at you! You made the brownie cups-”

“Even sitting on the cold floor like when we moved in.” Charlie cheekily inserted, reaching over to hold your hands in his, “I like our tradition. I definitely like how we upgraded from SpaghettiOs to brownies.”

“Me too.” You breathed leaning over to press a lingering kiss on his lips. His hands delving into your hair to keep you close.

The butterflies stormed your stomach as the heat slowly inflated from your toes until it reached your flushing cheeks. Raw emotion pouring into the passionate kiss that only closed down as you broke for air. But you also went back in as that warmth slowly built in your tummies. Charlie’s eyes marginally opened to ensure he wasn’t imagining the Angel he got to kiss.

Finally, with heavy breathing, you pulled apart, but only a fleeting moment froze the time in the apartment. For, as soon as Charlie caught your dilated pupils, his one hand cupped the back of your hand, fingers tangled in your h/c tresses. 

Soon enough, you were making up on the kitchen floor with each article of clothing tossed in the vicinity. A shirt landed on the kitchen sink spout. The brownie mugs forgotten as you gave into the passion with your boyfriend. Your lovemaking had you missing supper.

Charlie’s solution was a trip to the local authentic English pub founded by a nice guy from London. You never failed to stop him for a dance in the empty street as his smooth voice gave music for smooth motions. Dancing was a common thing from pulling off the road in Dieppe to dance. You drank and danced at the pub until Jack cut you off at 2am as his pub rules had.

You and Charlie just laughed in a love bubble as the real-world worries faded because you always came together in the rough times.

Months later you returned to Dieppe with Charlie to spend the holidays with them. The entire family together creating such a welcoming atmosphere.

“I’m gonna grab a glass of water.” You informed the group of gals ad non-binary pals who had gathered in Meghan’s bedroom. The group had decided to sleep over Meg’s childhood room with face masks, nail polish and lovely wine.

Meg and Jeannette both nodded to acknowledge your announcement before they returned to their respective conversations. You took a moment to take in the great group of Gillespie and Co you had the honour to be part of. The thirst was only temporarily forgotten in the happy bubble you found yourself in.

You practically skipped to the kitchen, barely noticing the two people in the living room, but their words stopped you in your tracks. Your boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie, stood close to his older brothers Ryan, Patrick and Michael.

“I’m gonna ask her to marry-” Charlie caught himself from finishing the sentence when he saw you standing pale-faced at the opening into the living room.

His entire body was encapsulated by the lights casting in the living room from the Christmas tree. The tree couldn’t hold a candle to the ring of your dreams that promptly had you bursting into tears.

“I RUINED THE SURPRISE!” You sobbed dropping your face into your cold hands, avoiding the gaze of the Gillespie brothers. Had you not been hiding in your hands you would have known the older three had vacated the room.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Charlie cooed with the ring safely put away in the box he had shoved back in his pocket, “You didn’t ruin the surprise. I shouldn’t have been telling my brothers in the middle of the living room.”

Charlie’s warm hands slowly pulled your hands from your soft post-mask skin with such a pretty healthy glow. He could see the remnants of the mask on the edge of your scalp, but it didn’t take away from your beauty.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring up at him from underneath your eyelashes. The soft hazel eyes not upset in the least, things often didn’t go the way you wanted to together.

Take the first date from over two years ago where you and Charlie had waited for Owen to meet you with a jug of gas. You’d shared childhood stories and future dreams. Or the time you hadn’t marked the boxes creating an entire week of eating out of cans and cartons.

Ruining the proposal was almost expected at this rate.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in that emerald dress I knew that you were the One for me. I’ve adored each moment I’ve gotten with you from the spontaneous dances on the side of the road. To bursting into song in the middle of the street.” Charlie shakily started with sweating bands but an open heart, “When your best friend told me the emerald dress was the special one, it melted my heart.”

“Charlie.”

“Other than my belief that this relationship will last, I was only ever sure of one thing in my life. I was sure I would be an actor, but now I’m more sure that my favourite role will be supporting you, loving you and evolving with you as your husband.” Charlie sniffled, taking one hand from yours to wipe the tears flooding his cheeks, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You breathed lunging on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Your hands caressed the skin of his cheeks; his long tresses tickling your wrists.

“God I love you.” Charlie gushed with a gentle shake of his head. His hazel pinned to your e/c eyes as if you were the most precious gem in the world.

A voice cut the bubble enveloping you, “Well are you gonna put the ring on her finger or what?”

Charlie’s head moved to meet the teary eyes of his mother surrounded by his siblings as they bounced on their feet. You laughed as your now fiance clumsily rushed to slide the absolutely gorgeous ring on your finger. 

“Welcome to the family officially.” Jeannette cheered along with the celebratory whistles and yells as the crowd of the family grew more and more. Soon enough, the entire room was overflowing with people congratulating your new engagement.

Months later, you stood in front of that same group holding the hands of your handsome fiance. Both dressed to the nines in front of the officiant.

“I wasn’t looking for a fairytale, because they all end the same. The princess has a conflict that she revolves with the help of the prince. They get married and live happily ever after. I adore how we’re writing our own story that fits our relationship. Charlie Gillespie, I wouldn’t change a thing about our lives. I wouldn’t have it any other way even with the fighting and slamming doors, but we always end up on our kitchen floor making up with two brownies in mugs.” Your vows brought tears among the onlookers along with the Canadian barely keeping it together.

The vows would later be eloquently transformed into lyrics from you with the accompanying melody provided by Charlie. On Valentine’s Day, you played the song on the kitchen floor with a plate of brownies. Three brownies waiting to be devoured.

“Three for each of us.” You wept as you watched as Charlie melted into a puddle of joyful tears. He took no time in placing his hand over your flat stomach.

Yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when Valentine’s Day become more to the Gillespie family; a new little love taking up the day.

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PLS TELL ME ABOUT THE HISTORY OF CADAVERIC DISSECTION I WANNA HEAR ALL OF IT PLS PLS PLS

Yes yes yes!! I would love to!!! I love this subject!! /g

disclaimer: I’m not an expert, I just think the topic is interesting and research it in my spare time

so I think one of the more fascinating aspects of human dissection, is that originally it all started with the goal of finding the soul. These people wanted to figure out where in the body the soul was kept, as the soul was the part of you that would outlast your body and persevere forever. This is a fairly religious outlook, but it’s what motivated them. It’s an outlook that can be seen with the ancient Egyptians, although they were taking apart the body for purposes of preservation, not to study the anatomy. A lot of earlier people actually thought the heart was the most important organ and not the brain, which was why it wasn’t preserved in the mummification process.

But now for actually dissection! We go back to Ancient Greece, 3 BCE, where Herophilus of Chalcedon and Erisistratus of Ceos practiced. We actually don’t have any record of them or their practice, as their studies were burned in Alexandria (I believe the second burning, the one by Theophilus). We just know they existed because they were mentioned by later people. These two are generally considered the first two people to practice human dissection, which is why they’re important. I bet you’ll probably never hear there names in discussion of anything else.

But after Alexandria burned, human dissection vanished for 1,700 years, later coming back in 14th century Italy. As of the 12th century it wasn’t expressly prohibited, but there was a phrase that translated to “the church abhors blood” that was misinterpreted as a ban. But later on the Holy Roman Emperor, Fredrick II, said a body needed to be dissected every five years in order to study anatomy. So the first publicly sanctioned dissection since Ancient Greece took place in 1315. However, the style of dissections during these time periods are absolutely atrocious in terms of effectiveness.

There were three people involved. The Lector, who read aloud from a text (an out of date, inaccurate text); the Ostensor, who pointed at the part of the body to be dissected; and the Sector, who did the actually cutting people open part. However, the Lector never actually saw the body being opened, they just read from the text. So the person teaching the students couldn’t actually see the body, which isn’t great. Also, most of these dissections were taking place to just reinforce what students had already learned, not the actually explore the body.

Around the middle of the 14th century, it became mandatory in some universities to attend a dissection before you could graduate, which led to a sudden high demand for cadavers that just couldn’t be met. So how are these bodies acquired? Students were required to pay for and attend the funerals of the people they dissected, which was meant to encourage families to offer the body for dissection in exchange for a free funeral. Wasn’t quite enough to satisfy the demand, but it was enough that murder and grave robbing weren’t really a problem yet.

Anatomists and medical students weren’t the only people dissection bodies though. Dissection came back originally in Italy, and later on during the Renaissance many artists and sculptors would perform dissections to get a more accurate knowledge of the human form. Although many did choose to just stick to observation of the human form opposed to cutting it apart.

Now if you’ll remember, the dissections done with three people didn’t explore the body or have the Lector involved with the actual cadaver. This changed when Vesalius entered the picture, as he thought if you wanted to learn anatomy, you had to do the dissection yourself. However he was a student at this time and didn’t have many opportunities to dissect, so he would take bodies from the mound of Monfaucon, where executed criminals bodies would be hanged until they disintegrated. While unethical, it did give him a more thorough understanding of anatomy that he displayed when he took over from his Sector and started cutting open the body himself.

Now let’s take a little jump over to England. England was a little behind everyone else, starting dissection in the 16th century (this delay is likely due to the church). So the demand for cadavers rises because texts from Italy and France are making their way to England and now medical students are interested. So now the government needs to come up with a way to legally supply bodies, hence the Murder Act of 1752, which said executed murders could be dissected. This was both to legally provide bodies and to discourage murder.

However, while it wasn’t really a problem in 14th century Italy, grave robbing has now become a serious problem because the government just can’t meet the demand of the dissectors. There was even a specific name for the people who dug up bodies and sold them to medical schools: they were called body-snatchers by the general public and resurrectionists by medical schools. But there was another way bodies could be attained: murder. William Burke and William Hare killed at least 16 people and sod them to medical schools. They would kill these people by getting them intoxicated and then suffocating them, as this method would go undetected by the doctors they sold them too (as opposed to like, a slit throat). This specific style of murder was actually named after William Burke and called “burking.” Ironically when he was caught he was executed, and because executed criminals were fair game, he was dissected.

So because murder had become a problem, the anatomy act of 1832 was passed, which allowed unclaimed bodies of the poor from workhouses to be used for dissection purposes. If the body was still in the workhouse 48 hours after death, it was considered unclaimed. (Bodies we’re dissection 3-4 days after death because otherwise the stench would become unbearable). This made these corpses cheap and legal, so it was no longer worth the price of buying them from illegally procured sources. So yay, Murder has successfully been avoided. At the cost of the poor. This reasonably led to a rift between classes, as the poor didn’t want to be dissected and the rich wanted dissections for the purposes of science. Dissection had been used on executed criminals for long that it had become synonymous with capital punishment, and now all the sudden it’s like they’re saying these people are being punished for being poor.

The way people rationalized it was saying the bodies they were taking (and continued to take into the 20th century) were just repaying their debt to the society that had looked after them when alive. This is why soldiers were never dissected, as their service was considered repayment. However around this same time to workhouses began to close, so the number of corpses available decreased. So where do they get more bodies? From people who died in psychiatric asylums. They also explored other marginalized people, like immigrants and people of color. Enslaved people were considered property of their owner and could be sold, and what the family wanted didn’t matter. In Germany a large supply of bodies also came from concentration camps, with a legislation passed in 1942 that actually denied relatives of executed Poles and Jews the right to claim the body.

Now let’s hop over to the US. The US was very similar to Europe, however one thing that does stand out is the Uniform Anatomical Gift Act in 1968, stating that the deceased persons wish for their body now superseded that of their next of kin. This was important in terms of body donation, as now when someone wanted to donate their body that was respected above the families wishes. The act being successful also helped enact similar legislation around the world, like the Anatomy Act in 1984 in the UK. now medical students rely entirely on body donation to have cadavers to dissect in almost every part of the world. And it’s been proven time and time again and backed by medical students that their knowledge of anatomy and the human form is greatly improved when they have the chance to attend a dissection. Another aspect of this is keeping students sensitized, reminded that this was a real living person deserving of respect. That’s partially why earlier students would pay for and attend the funerals, to sensitize them. Now the students may meet the families of the person they’re dissecting prior to doing so.

Medicine has definitely come a long au since the idea of the four humors (which id also be happy to talk about /g), and there’s some very thorough resources out there if you want to look! I could give you the links to a few of my favorite if you’d like /g, but this is just a general summary of human dissection as a whole. Thanks so much for asking about it because I adore the subject and would love to talk about it anytime!!

[gossipchii]

Spectrum

FF.net: here / AO3: here

Characters: Tachikawa Mimi and Takenouchi Sora

Pairing: Sorami

Words: 3100+

Notes: There’s no other explanation to this other than I love these two. And I hope to be more than Mimi.

HAPPY PRIDE! LOVE IS LOVE!

Enjoy!!!

To Mimi, love was something she understood from a young age. It had never been the subject to ask any explanation for; she simply had always embraced it. She felt it in the small things, such as the cherry blossoms growing on the trees during spring, or with the rainbows that came after a big rainstorm.

She had had great teachers, too, the best ones, even. The way her parents loved each other, by how her dad always opened the door, of any kind, to her mom, or left a bouquet of flowers every seventh of the month on their dinner table, as if they had just started dating, made her heart ginormous. She loved love and was not afraid to express it.

She had always had many boyfriends, even if they tended to last a couple of months only, but each one of them Mimi could have sworn at some point of their relationship, had to be the love of her life. Her friends tended to roll their eyes at her, Mimi was a hopeless romantic, and she could not deny it, she did not want to.

When she was eleven, her world turned upside down, when her parents told her they would move to New York, the Big Apple, which she had only seen on movies. She was at shock at first, of course, but she was sure she could handle it. She had always been a sucker for adventures, after all.

"Aren't you scared of learning a new language?" her oldest friend, redhead Sora, was helping her packing. Their mothers had introduced them to each other when Mimi was in diapers, and Sora was only a year older than she was. Mimi's mother was passionate for anything luxurious, and she considered flowers a luxury, she always had. Hence why she had to take Ikebana classes, which was how she met Toshiko, Sora's mother.

They had been best friends ever since.

"I have been practicing a little bit! One, two, three!" She counted with her fingers, in English with a thick Japanese accent, which left Sora speechless. Mimi was her own kind.

"I will really miss you." Sora said after closing the last box in the brunette's room. It felt cold, wrong even.

"Don't be silly, daddy promised we will come visit every summer at least," Sora embraced Mimi, and it was the very first time she had felt sad about moving. New York was exciting, of course, but it did not have Sora.

.

New York was a whole universe apart from Tokyo. Sure, they were both huge cities, but the mentalities from one another, it was hard to believe they were both under the same sky.

Mimi had learned so much more about love during the six long years she had lived there. For starters, contrary to what most of the media she consumed while growing up had wanted her to believe, sexual orientation was a spectrum, which had as many options as humankind would let it. Mimi had remained a love lover, and that also meant she had, well, experimented here and there. And she had enjoyed every piece of it.

When her parents gave her the option to study her junior year of high school in Japan once again, she accepted without hesitation. New York would always be waiting for her, but Japan felt more distant than ever, and she somehow felt a part of her was missing.

She was especially excited to see her childhood friends, especially Sora, whom she had not seen for two years, but had kept in touch via e-mails and text messages. God bless cellphones and the internet. Sora had told her that she was in a relationship during those years they had been apart but had just broken up.

He had other priorities; Sora explained.

Since Mimi´s parents never had the heart to sell their old apartment, Mimi could have it all for herself, which was a dream for someone who loved experimenting with art like she did. She had seen so many cool ideas on design magazines, she could not wait to bring some western into good old Tokyo.

Sora was waiting for her at the airport, with a very tiny, very discrete, but with the most beautiful handwriting WELCOME HOME MIMI sign. She had written it in English, too. Mimi squealed the moment she saw her and ran as if she was in one of her favorite rom coms, to embrace the redhead.

"It has been ages, Sora, you look fantastic!" and she was not lying. Last time they had seen each other, Sora was fifteen and she was fourteen, during the teenage years, each one counted as at least five. Sora had not grown in height, Mimi was still slightly shorter, but it had always been like that, however, she looked grown, almost adult. Perhaps it was being an Ikebana master daughter, but Sora's posture and presence was impeccable.

"Says Tokyo's favorite princess," her and Sora had always had what Mimi liked to think as a spiritual connection. They were so incredibly different, in every single aspect, however, any time their eyes linked, they could communicate in ways Mimi could not dare to try with anyone else. "Did you seriously only bring a couple luggage?"

"Silly little Sora, the rest is being shipped, obviously!"

It had been a month since Mimi had arrived back to Tokyo, she had had enough time to unpack, and get familiar with the language once again. Classes had also started, and as much as she did not want to admit it, she had felt like an outsider. Sure, she was amicable with the rest of the girls in her class, but she could sense the hypocrisy behind their smiles. Mimi was very sensible with people's vibes, after all.

Sora tried her best to be there whenever she needed her, but Mimi understood she was close to be driven insane. Not only was Sora on her senior year of high school, and applying to the best design schools in Tokyo, but she was still managing to be in the tennis team, help her mom with the school and stay as a top-notch student. Mimi's head was in pain by just imagining it. She was grateful Sora had managed to save that Saturday night just for them, for old time's sake.

"Sorry I'm late! My mom had ordered forget-me-nots for the school, but they sent carnations instead! Can you imagine the chaos? We had to make like a million calls in order to get three hundred forget-me-nots in time for the exhibition next week, I almost had a stroke!"

Sora took out of her bag chips and sodas for their movie night. She also brought out skin care products, since she knew Mimi loved them. That was Sora in a nutshell, always going above and beyond for everyone, but especially for those close to her heart.

"You sound so stressed, and remember, stress is not allowed in the Tachikawa household!" Mimi was already in her PJs, she helped Sora with the snacks, and they both proceeded to sit in the living room. "Nu-uh, you must get into your sleepwear, otherwise you would be breaking the most important rule of slumber parties!"

Sora rolled her eyes and got into the bathroom, to get out wearing, not a silk set like Mimi was, but running shorts and an oversized tee. Sora had a unique kind of beauty; while Mimi had a face you could be able to catch on a runway, Sora had a face that made you look. No wonder most of the guys at school were even scared to talk to her, she was mesmerizing, even with no makeup and her short auburn hair all over her face.

"You have no idea how much I needed this evening, it's exactly what kept me going throughout the week!" Sora stole the chips from Mimi and smiled, she felt a punch in her stomach which she decided to ignore. "What are we watching?" Sora asked completely clueless of her anatomic pain.

"One of my favorites, The Notebook, the kind of love story that makes you want to die," Sora raised her eyebrows, not surprised by Mimi's exaggerations.

It was no lie The Notebook was one of Mimi's favorite movies, but she could not focus on the movie even if she were being paid to do so, and not because she had seen it at least fifteen times, but because she could not keep her eyes off Sora, and her reactions on the star-crossed lover's story. Sure, Mimi had experimented with women back in New York, but they had never been her very best friend.

"No way he fixed the house for them!" Sora was slowly cleaning up the tears that were fighting to get out of her eyes, as she caught Mimi staring at her.

Sora, on the other hand, had never experimented anything, of barely any kind. She had lived in Japan her whole life, and the most extreme adventure of her life was missing the train while she was on her way to visit her dad in Kyoto. In her very structured brain, heterosexuality was the only way of loving, the one-way couples existed. Then, why was she feeling magnetic towards Mimi's hazel eyes?

Mimi was the one to make the first move, holding her hand gently, to see what Sora's reaction on it was. She was static, but did not seem against her touch, either, so she slid closer, removing the bare centimeters that were separating them to each other. Her hand moved up Sora's arm, to her collarbone, neck and stopped right at her cheek. Sora's whole body was on fire, she had never been touched with such care, with such kindness.

Words were not necessary when the unspoken language between their gazes was so powerful. Maybe it had been a second, maybe it had been an hour, but Sora's lips were all over Mimi's, as if she had wanted to do it all her life, as if she had needed to do it all her life.

The kiss had started sweet, a peck savoring Mimi's strawberry infused lipstick, but had slowly increased in heat, Sora's body felt sweaty. Their lips had understood each other perfectly, adapting to the other's pace, and need. Sora's thoughts had been emptied for the whole time, and she wanted it to remain like that. Whenever she thought, she tended to overdo it, and she really did not want to ruin the moment.

Until their lips had to be separated, not because they wanted to, but because they needed to catch some air. Mimi's lips seemed swollen, and Sora's hair was messier than before. They were both panting, cheeks flushed.

And then it hit her, the big wave of thoughts entered Sora's brain and she got scared. What had she just done? That was Mimi sitting in front of her, that was Mimi who she had been kissing as if they were the couple in the cheesy Hollywood film they were watching. Tears filled her eyes once again, she was shaking.

"I'm sorry but… I really need to go." She grabbed her backpack and ran as fast as she could. She was not brave enough to face Mimi once again, because she was the reflection of what she had done, and she was not ready to hear it out loud.

Mimi was left alone in her parent's small apartment, because somehow it still did not feel like her's. She hugged herself and tried to force herself into finishing the movie, which was almost impossible, since her tears barely let her see anything.

What had she been thinking? Sora was all she had in Japan, her only sincere friendship, and she had to be stupid enough to let her feelings lead the way and ruin the only thing that was right with her life. Her chest was in so much pain, Sora would probably never speak to her again, and she could not blame her. Mimi was not stupid, and she knew Japan was one of the most homophobic countries in the world, even if it was the 21st century for fucks sake!

In New York things were much more different, and sure, homophobic folks existed here and there, but it was 2005 and her gay friends were allowed to hold hands in public, even show other signs of affection. Yeah, same sex marriage was not allowed just yet, but they were close to getting there! Japan was miles away from any kind of acceptation… God, what had she been thinking? Perhaps she should start looking for planes, to go back to where she belonged.

Sora ran, she ran so fast she felt her legs could detach from her body. She was not sure why she was running so fast, the one thing she wanted to get away from was on top of her shoulders. She was aware she had been the one to make the final move and kiss Mimi, the facts were there, what she wanted to know, to understand, was the reason behind her actions. She had never seen girls in a romantic or sexual way, she barely even had a close relationship with many girls.

But she had not been on drugs, or alcohol, or any other substance she could blame her actions on. She had just been drawn to Mimi's pink lips as if it were the natural thing to do, as she had kissed her ex-boyfriend so many times. She stopped running to catch a breath, she was not even close to her home, because she had been running without a destination in mind. She knew she had acted like a jerk by leaving Mimi's apartment, but she really needed to be alone, clear up her thoughts.

She grabbed her phone and texted Mimi, "can we talk about this tomorrow? I need to clear up my thoughts."

"Sure ," Mimi replied unable to write a dry message. Happy faces tended to relax situations, right?

Mimi and Sora agreed to meet in Sora's apartment to have breakfast. They could have had their conversation in a restaurant, or café, but the mere thought of being heard by anyone, drove Sora insane. No, they needed privacy.

Sora still felt guilty about leaving in such a rude way the night after, so she tried her best to cook an American breakfast, with pancakes and sunny side up eggs. She bought bacon, too! Very early in the morning, considering she had barely even slept.

Mimi knocked Sora's door, with a knot on her stomach. She could smell from the hallway the breakfast she had prepared, and she hated to admit she was hungry. Sora was a great cook, another talent to add to her never-ending list.

"Hi," Sora opened merely a second after she had knocked, making Mimi believe she had been standing behind the door for a few minutes. She seemed nervous, considering she could not stop playing with her hands. Who was she kidding, Mimi was crazy nervous, too.

"I brought flowers, which is probably stupid considering I came to the Japanese kingdom of flowers," it was a single orchid, beautifully sitting in a nice pot. Sora grabbed it and placed it in the middle of the kitchen table. It all had been arranged as a nice brunching spot Mimi would go to on a Saturday evening in the American city, her heart skipped a beat. "You didn't have to go this far with the breakfast, you know?"

"It's nothing," she shrugged her shoulders, which Mimi could see since Sora was wearing a tank top. She had never noticed the amount of freckles Sora had on them. "You know how much I enjoy cooking, please sit or it will get cold."

They ate in silence, making a mundane comment here and there, about anything but the one subject that was burning on both of their chests.

"I want to apologize for leaving like that yesterday, it was rude. No matter how confused I was feeling, that had not been your fault."

"I understand, really. You don't need to apologize, I seriously thought you would never speak to me again."

"Why would you think that?" Sora's voice sounded hurt.

"Well, considering the circumstances… it could get weird. I've been there before."

"But Mimi, before anything we are friends, best friends even. Sure, I am still very confused about my actions last night, but you did not offend me. I can not promise I could see women in a romantic way, I did not even know it was an option until last night but… I would never want to lose you."

"It must have come as a big shocker to you, right? So many of the people I had mentioned in my mails and letters were girls. To me love never had a specific sex attached to it, not even when I was a kid. I have been working with my sexuality for my whole life. I do not expect you to figure it out in a single night."

"So you…?"

"I have fallen for girls before, yes. I believe I do like girls more than I like boys. Girls tend to be more sensible and open with their feelings, you know? Of course, I do not expect my feelings to be reciprocated, there may even be a chance I am just confused because you are the only person who I feel at home with in this country. I am sorry I let myself get controlled by my feelings, I tend to do that a lot."

"Wow Mimi, I had no idea."

"I do not think I have ever said this out loud, I am not the best at speaking."

"Are we sure The United States is in the same planet as Japan?"

"Right? Japan may be advanced in technology, but you guys still live in the 15th century for so many other things."

"In my household I think we live in that century for most of the things, including beds," both Mimi and Sora laughed, cleaning up the air. "You are so brave, Mimi. For never being afraid of being yourself. You are such a blessing to anyone who ever runs into your life, I will never understand how you do it."

"I guess I have been lucky to, for the most part, run into the right people. Thank you, Sora, for not seeing me as a monster."

"Are you kidding? You are way too pretty to be a monster," they held hands, speaking once again everything they could not say out loud with their eyes.

Mimi knew she could not ask Sora to be with her, not in that moment, not the way she wanted her to be. But Sora was still for her, and she knew she would always be. She was grateful she could still be herself with the redhead, no matter the circumstances.