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what's your favorite thing about your favorite character?
Crazy ask tbh!! Cause this gives me free rein to talk about any favorite character in anything and that's so many options!!!
(Also I've been sat here staring at this question in my inbox for a week cause I was like, who do I even choose??? lol)
After a long and hard deliberation I said, Fuck it! Might as well pick the characters that I have been rotating in my head for the past few months. Sorry I'm gonna be a little One Piece lover for a minute because legit the storylines are SO good and I love SO many of the characters!
I'm gonna give love to the ASL brothers because I love each and every one of them so much (even though I haven't even met Sabo, but I know about him, so it's chill lol)
One Piece spoilers below if you care, also I anticipate this getting absurdly long lmao
Like, I am actually sorry how long this got, cause I went off on some tangents. But if you give me a platform to talk about One Piece I am Going to TALK about One Piece (and, I think, get off prompt way too often.) That being said, I am still REALLY sorry about the WALL of text. You don't have to - nor should you - read this whole thing. orz
Ah, yes. The Age, Sex, Location brothers (lmao I feel like this joke shows my age cause I would make this joke, but TJ would make the joke as: the Am.erican Sign Language Brothers.)
This is definitely more than you asked for because you asked what is your favorite thing about your favorite character, but I'm doing things about characters, so... sorry lol!
Sibling characters are so important to me in general, and any group of siblings are usually gonna be some of my favorites (e.g. Sand Siblings from Naruto.) I have two older siblings and one younger so that might contribute to why, but I usually love the dynamics. And I love these guys all separately and as a package deal.
Ace- TBH what's not to love about Ace? He is the epitome of cool! Everybody wants to be him (or maybe I'm just projecting, but GOD he's so cool!) He is Literally The Cool Older Brother, and I love that for him. He also sort of has the cowboy look too, so that gives him bonus points lol!
Something I really love about Ace is that he loves so fiercely and it's obvious in everything he does. It's the way he's protective over Luffy and makes sure he gives his baby brother some way to find him again if he ever needs. But it's also the way he freaks out when he realizes said baby brother comes to rescue him when he's in a dire situation. He definitely has eldest child vibes in that regard; giving help but not accepting help. It feels like a very eldest sibling thing to do. It's also the way he adamantly refuses to call his biological father his dad, and insists that his father is Whitebeard because he was the man who took him in and cared for him as his son. He literally states it to the world. He loves Whitebeard and won't let anybody tell him that he's not his father.
He is literally all about his family. And that feels stupid to say cause this whole show is about found/ forged families, but Ace wears his heart on his sleeve and isn't afraid to show just how much he loves his family, not only in his actions and words, but also in the things he wears. He's so sentimental that he keeps all of his most precious people with him in some sort of memento. (Some of these are more canonical than others, but most of them you can read a certain way and it makes sense, so bear with me).
The most obvious (and canon) is his back tattoo which is Whitebeard's symbol. He literally calls it his pride and displays it as such. That's his father, and he is happy to show it off. (I don't know if these next few are canonically correct, but the vast majority of fans agree on their symbolism connecting to his other family members.) The red beads around his hat and necklace are the same as the ones his foster mom, Dadan, wears, so they're likely a memento to remember her by. The next one I think has a lot of legitimacy to it, because for some reason I think some people still don't believe it, but the X'd out S in his arm tattoo ASCE is to remember Sabo by. (Textual evidence for this is the "what if" cover story Oda drew where the brothers were never separated and in that scenario Ace's arm tattoo it literally just written as ACE.) The X through the S I think has a double meaning because when he got it Sabo was presumed dead so it could be crossed out because his younger brother was gone, but also the X through the S could be because that was Sabo's mark. Like, it was his jolly roger when he set out to sea. Some people also like to say the little buttons on Ace's hat resemble a goggle-like appearance to mimic Sabo's goggles on his top hat, which I think is cute, but maybe not as legitimate lol. That just leaves Luffy. I'm not gonna lie, there's not a lot on his design that points specifically to Luffy, probably because he was confident he'd see him around. But if we wanna stretch we could say maybe his hat symbolizes Luffy (and probably Sabo too). He got a hat so he could join his little brothers' cool hat club lmao!!
The Symbolism on this boy goes WILD!!! He LITERALLY wears his heart on his sleeve, or back, or around his neck, or his arm, or his head lol!
I also love that he's also susceptible to sibling dumbassery. I'm talking about that shit where you're polite and respectable towards peers and shit, but the moment you're around your siblings you revert to little gremlin mode. Cause Ace met all the Strawhats and was like "Hello, yes, nice to meet you. I am Luffy's respectable older brother, thank you so much for taking care of him all this time, I know he's a lot to handle :)" But when he was alone with Luffy literally 5 minutes ago he was like "What's up fucker? Wanna arm wrestle you little bitch baby?" It's hilarious. I love it.
Also his character design is hot! What can I say? lol! ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
Sabo- I am actually insane about Sabo and it makes no sense cause I haven't even met the dude yet! Like, I'm looking for some excuse to change my icon to him but it's going to be like at least 3 whole arcs until I meet him so idk lol (that probably won't stop me lmao! Sanji's days are numbered lol)
So I haven't technically met Sabo yet, but I do know a bit about him (because my brain decided to snatch him up into my "3 more of these little blonde bitches club [consists of Sanji, Sabo, and Rosinante/Corazon (WHOM I ALSO HAVEN'T MET BUT I LOVE HIM)]" and now I know more about him than I did like 4 months ago) so I'll talk about what I do know.
Erm, it's him being the middle child (as a middle child myself I heavily fuck with middle children characters.) As a kid he looks mostly well-adjusted and like, the peacekeeper of the three, but as a young adult he looks literally so unhinged, and that's the middle child experience babeeeyyyyyyyyy!!! (I'm only half kidding lol)
I also headcannon him as aroace. It's so easy to do that with any of Oda's characters tbh because he doesn't really focus on romance (which I'm thrilled about, because it means he's most likely not gonna do that thing that every mangaka does that everyone fucking hates which is to pair off characters who have no chemistry together or never interacted in canon, but they get married in the end just because he needs everyone to end up with someone and have a family in order to continue the story, but with the kids this time! I am literally looking at Naruto. Cause when the fuck did Choji and Karui ever interact? Literally never. Also, God. Don't EVEN get me started with Sasuke and Sakura.) ANYWAY!!!!! The way Oda writes his story makes it easy to headcannon characters as aroace, and I do with Sabo at least cause I'm also aroace and he's one of my favies, so.... rejoice! Aroace be upon ye! :) Idk, he just gives the vibe :) Also it's funny to make the joke that they're all "Ace."
He's also got that steampunk drip. Love that for him. Go whiteboy, go! Not only does he dress like he's smart, but I'm almost CERTAIN he IS the smartest of the three brothers. I mean like, he probably has similar qualities about him that he shares with Ace and Luffy in terms of general dumbassery, but he definitely gives the vibe that he Knows what the fuck he's doing. Probably helps that I'm pretty sure he was the only one of the three that received a proper education lol. But I love the potential for the duality of him ping-ponging between being really smart and doing something really dumb and reckless.
I think Sabo was the softer of the older brothers. Like, Ace wanted to check in on Luffy and make sure he was okay and everything, but also he and Luffy seemed rougher towards each other (literally arm wrestling upon first meeting again after 3 years of not seeing each other.) Sabo gives the vibe that instead of armwrestling upon seeing each other, he would instead give hugs. I LOVE soft interactions with siblings just as much as I love interactions with them roasting the shit out of each other, and I think Sabo brings the softness needed. I mean, had he and Ace interacted in their early 20s I think there would definitely be sibling ribbing, but I guess I'll never know that for sure :) :) :) I'd've loved to see it though! :) :) :)
But at least Sabo can be soft and baby the baby brother. And you know what? Luffy deserves hugs! And I'm sure Sabo does too! And hell! Throw Ace in there too! He also deserves hugs!
He's also part of the Revolutionary Army, that much I know for sure, so he is absolutely out there doing some much needed shit (Luffy also does liberation every now and then, but he doesn't exactly go out of his way to do it like the R.A. does, he more happens upon it as he goes lol) And we've already met some cool-ass R.A. members (IVA!!!), so he's in good company. Also - side tangent - but Luffy adopted him as his brother, Garp adopted him as his grandson, and Dragon essentially adopted him as a son, so all I'm sayin' is..... Monkey D. Sabo?????? (eyes emoji) [I'm on desktop so I can't do emojis]
Anyway! Can't wait to meet Sabo! Can't wait to see him be absolutely baller!! Can't wait for him to see Luffy again!!! Can't wait to find more reasons to love him than the bare minimum I know about him!!!!
Luffy- Luffy is literally The best MC of any shĹnen anime ever and nothing can change my mind about that. I have watched nearly 500 episodes of One Piece and Luffy is one of my top favorite characters, and that says something cause the MC's are usually never even close to my top favorites. Ever.
Like, I watched all 720 episodes of Naruto, and Team 7 (Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura) are some of my least favorite guys in the show, I'm not gonna lie!! Like, I don't hate Naruto or Sakura, but because of their obsession with Sasuke (worst character, sorry Sasuke stans) it makes them SO boring to me. (I could so easily rant about Naruto, but this isn't about him lol, but I'm just sayin' you hit Shippuden and he gets real dull. And just to compare- 500 episodes of Naruto counts the first 220 from the original and then 280 of Shippuden so 500 in is a little over halfway through Shippuden, so I was basically over Naruto as an MC by then. ANYWAY! Enough about him!)
There's so much to love about Luffy. He comes out of the gate being Iconic as fuck in episode 1 and he STAYS that way! He stays that way but he also grows, but even after character growth moments he stays the same goofy guy in the end and I love that! He has a death grip around embodying joyous whimsy. It probably helps that he starts his journey already knowing who he is and what he wants. There is little in the way of self-doubt, and I love the confidence he has in himself and his dream and in others.
I also love that sometimes he's a little rude-ass! Okay, well he's blunt, so sometimes he comes off as rude, but it's funny as fuck. I also love that he displays many AuDHD symptoms, it makes him feel more relatable in some ways.
He's also just so emotionally intelligent. I mean, can he read the room most of the time? Not to save his goddamn life! But is he a great judge of character? Always. He is a ride or die homie! He often feels overly optimistic, but he's also so realistic in those tougher situations or decisions he has to make and I appreciate that kind of depth in a character, and it's SO important for an MC to have those traits! He knows when it's okay to be silly and when he HAS to be serious. And he doesn't mind relying on his friends!!! I see so many main characters insisting they can do something on their own, but Luffy admits time and time again that he DOES need to rely on his friends because they have skills he doesn't! He lifts others up and values them for the qualities they don't always see in themselves! I love him so much.
HE IS ASEXUAL!!! Like it's actually been very heavily implied and there is contextual evidence for it in canon. For example: he has these interactions with Boa Hancock whose Devil Fruit power turns horny people to stone (yeah), and when she tried using it on Luffy LITERALLY nothing happens to him. Aro/Ace King!!! (Again, I'm also aroace so that's why this scores big points with me!) Luffy will never go to horny jail, and good for him!
I also think there is a subtle but noticeable shift in his behavior when his brothers are around (well I can only really use Ace as an example here). But in a different way than Ace, because Luffy is the baby. Like Ace goes gremlin mode, and I think Luffy slips a bit into baby mode. It's harder to see the difference because Luffy is always kind of silly, but when Ace was around he feels a little more like he's clinging to his brother in a way. And to be fair Ace sort of lets him. Like in Alabasta before Luffy realized Ace was there, he was doing his damndest to use the one braincell he has to think through his predicament when encountering Smoker, even if it meant just running away from a fight he probably wanted to have but knew he couldn't win so he didn't engage. But the moment Ace stepped in and told Luffy not to worry about Smoker he was kind of like "oh yippie! :) Okay! Yayyy! <3" and just did what big bro said.
Idk how he'd be with Sabo, but I think he'd be even MORE of a baby around him because I feel like Sabo would let him get away with it more than Ace would.
Anyway!
I just like imagining the siblings having fun and doing sibling things together and everyone is happy and alive :) I love them! I I love the potential! I love what we could have haaaaaaaaaaad!!!!
Sorry this is so long. I love One Piece if you couldn't tell. And this could've been WAY longer. I really, really tried to hold back. But, erm, Your Honor, I love One Piece... I know some crimes can never be forgiven -_-'
#thanks for the ask!#kat rambles#Andrea I don't know if you truly realize what you've unleashed here hahaha..... ah......#im so serious when I say you don't have to read this whole thing#but i feel like i didn't even answer the question properly#i feel like i went off prompt so many times and just started rambling about shit#also i realize that not everyone likes OP as much as me lmfao#but yeah really thanks for the ask and giving me the outlet to ramble on and on about OP
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âThank you for shopping with us!â A painfully tight smile strains across your features as you hand the particularly well-dressed woman her shopping bag. The woman thanks you, taking her items swiftly and exiting the store with her bored husband in tow.
Each day has started to feel the same as each interaction blends together. Working part-time in a clothing outlet has provided you with a range of opportunities, much noted as: having fun sucked from daily life. With a strict manager who rotates shifts depending on whether the coworkers get along, you often find yourself stuck behind the cash register having to listen to your narcissistic coworker ramble about their love life.
The only excitement that gets you through your shift is watching the numbers change on the til, signifying that youâre legally free from your shift in less than two minutes. Thank God, as youâre sure that spending even five minutes longer in the brightly-lit, overstimulating hellhole with a broken AC would cause you to have a public freakout. Even so, you enviously watch the customers walk around your store. The people who actually enjoy being in itâs confinements.
âShifts over!â You call, not caring for an answer. With your bag and coat being strung up in the small cloak-closet - and a sorry excuse for a cloak room - itâs easy to grab your items swiftly and leave. Youâre pretty sure the coworker that was jabbering at you for the better part of five hours is complaining that you canât leave yet as the girl who is due to come in after you isnât here yet but you donât pay her much mind.
Almost comically, a gust of cool air douses over you after standing in what felt like a fire pit. The relief flushed over you like an ice bath on a hot day which would be welcome at the moment as the sweltering heat of summer still manages to heat up the rest of the air conditioned shopping centre.
âHey [l/n]!â Kuina calls from her shop opposite yours. A smile graces your face as you walk over to the woman. Sheâs smiling at you despite very obviously struggling to pull a tight fitted top over the mannequins' weirdly large shoulders.
âDid you just get off?â She asks, to which you nod.
âI told you to call me [y/n]â She tutts, rolling her eyes at you. You can tell sheâs thinking about giving you her usual âjust because you spent time overseas and feel like the last name culture thing is weird now doesnât make her look any less rude for calling you your first name!â But she doesnât. With one last pull, the shirt finally rests on the mannequin. She stands proudly, dusting her hands off and places them on her hips.
âLucky for you, my break just started!â She explains, kicking over the rest of the clothes that she was most likely meant to put on the mannequin too, but she rounds the display case and follows you outside the store.
Itâs nice, thinking back on your time spent with Kuina. Though, all good things must come to an end as Usagi and Arisu basically barge into your room. Despite the short knock in your door, the two donât exactly wait for a reply before walking in.
âYouâre upâ Usagi notes, smiling at the sight of you already propped up at the vanity area.
âYeahâ You confirm âJust thinkingâ
Arisu walks forward, careful to not trip on anything that could be scattered around the room.
âDid you find out any information?â He asks. Usagi follows behind Arisu, perching on the edge of your bed.
âNo, not reallyâ You shrug, standing from the rickety chair. Arisu exhales âYou were talking to Kuina⌠and the blonde guyâ He mentions. You suppose the two probably saw you chatting to the duo in the lobby area.
âAh, Kuina pulled me for a drinkâ You remember âThough they asked me what I specialise inâ
âWhat do you mean?â Usagi asked, suddenly intrigued by the minuscule conversation.
âAs in, what game Iâm best atâ The two glance between each other âKuina is good at spades and Chishiya is an expert in diamondsâ
âYouâre great at spades too, Usagiâ The woman smiles, nodding her head at the compliment.
âArisu, youâre great at almost everything so I canât really pinpoint youâ An airy laugh breaks from your mouth as Arisu ducks his head shyly.
âWhat are you good at?â Usagi asks. The question stumps you, as your previous conversation with the other duo had ended up without a clear answer too. Your silence is met with two curious looks.
âHonestly, Iâm not sureâ Sighing, you begin to walk towards the doorway of the hotel room âI just get byâŚâ
âHatter said you had six or seven cards, right?â Usagi recalls âSurely in those games you could see what you did better in!â
âThey were mostly clubs and low-level spades gamesâ
Arisuâs head snaps, as if something astonishing had clicked in his head âMaybe youâre good at hearts!â
The conversation was redundant. The same outcome as your one with the other duo.
Only time will tell.
Getting information from others was anything but easy. Most people were too drunk, high or simply spewed out weird conspiracies which did nothing but make your head hurt. Regrouping with Arisu and Usagi showed that the three of you all concluded that no one exactly knew what was going on.
âIâll head to the annex basement for suppliesâ Usagi explains, not giving either you or Arisu a chance to join as she briskly walks away. You suppose she could keep a lower profile that way, but leaving her alone isnât comforting either.
Gunshots ring out, causing both you and Arisu to share a confused look. Weaponry was banned from the Beach and those who were allowed were militants. That only meant that whatever was around the corner would cause trouble.
âArisuâ Hissing, you follow behind the man with a scowl on your face. Only he would follow the sound of gunshots and impending danger yet you suppose you're not any better as you follow behind.
Three men walk away from a blue bin with a tarp thrown over it. All three have guns meaning that they are part of the militant group in the Beach, but theyâre quick to flee the scene. Arisu is quick to make his way over to the mysterious bin, yet he throws the tarp back over the top of the bin almost as quickly as he unveils it. He coughs, backing away from whatever is inside the bin.
From the corner of your eye, you spot the two familiar beings from yesterday. Chishiya and Kuina soundlessly walk down the steps which the militants had just walked on minutes before.
âThat is the true nature of this utopiaâ Chishiya announces with his hands once again stuffed in his hoodie pockets. Kuina shoots you a smile once she sees you, despite the grim situation.
âThis is part of the Beaches ruleâ He explains, finally making it to the bottom step.
âDeath to traitorsâ
Surprisingly, finding out that dead bodies are inside the container doesnât surprise you. In fact, judging from Arisuâs repulsed reaction the idea floated in the back of your mind.
Arisu heaves slightly, disturbed by the sight of decaying bodies and by the information. All in all, the grotesque and violent nature of the Beach does not surprise you as the fact the Hatter said you canât leave makes you think that you will be forced to stay. Especially with the militants and their arsenal of weapons.
âFollow usâ Chishiya commands, turning on his heel to walk up the steps again.
In a split second, you and Arisu share a look. Both of you are unsure where the blonde will lead you to; you comply and slowly follow after the mysterious man with Arisu in tow.
They lead you to one of the back entrances of the Beach. Itâs not well kept as itâs obvious that militants probably only use this exit of the Beach to bring dead bodies or those facing their fate to this side. The carpet is covered in splotches of mould, splatters of blood and what is probably vomit. Each of your steps are calculated as you aim for pieces of the red carpet which appears decently clean.
âWatchâ Arisu hisses, pushing you away from a pile of⌠something. The patch is neither wet nor dry, yet thereâs a clump of black goo just centimetres away from your flip-flop clad feet. A disgusted yelp leaves your mouth as you flinch away from the mass, allowing Arisuâs hand on your shoulder to guide you away from it.
When you look up, Chishiya is looking at you over his shoulder. You canât read what heâs thinking but the sight of him staring so intensely at you when caught off guard causes a flush of embarrassment to wash over your body. Your eyes snap back to the carpet only seconds later.
The ding of the elevator breaks you from the thoughts. Your small group of four easily filter into the roomy yet rickety box. Itâs almost like deja vĂş - being in the lift. Your first proper conversation with Chishiya happened in one.
âWhere are we going?â Arisu asks to break the silence. Kuinaâs arms uncross as she gestures at the top floor button which is highlighted by a ring of light.
âRooftopâ She nods.
âAre you guys gonna throw us off of it or something?â You joke, fingers strumming against the cool, metal railing. Kuina laughs breathily as she fiddles with the familiar chewing stick.
âYou never know.â She jokes, giggling softly to herself. Despite both of your efforts to cut the tense atmosphere, the sight of the two glowering men in the corner reduced your efforts. Kuina glances at you after noticing the two menâs guarded postures but stays silent as the elevator continues to fly past the floors and to the rooftop.
Cold air slaps your face when you finally arrive at the roof. It seeps through the opening doors and twirls around your scantily clad figure. You hold back the urge to chatter your teeth as you step out with your arms automatically clasping onto each other to seek some sort of warmth.
Kuina and Chishiya walk towards the sunnier part of the rooftop, about 5 feet apart between the two. For being a duo, the obvious difference in personal space between the two can be jarring at times.
Arisu cautiously walks forward, taking in his surroundings. Obviously thereâs no one else on the rooftop - that you hope - and thereâs little to no chances of people hearing the conversation, yet he very obviously snaps his head around to look for others. You suppose his time in the executive room would explain his caution as from the little detail heâs spared, the executives are not to be messed with.
âWhatâs this about?â Arisu asks, staring at Chishiya under a glare.
The blonde stares back amused, finding it funny how easily heâs seemingly gotten under Arisuâs skin.
âYour group seems to have collected a vast amount of informationâ He begins, nodding towards your figure. Your hands rest on your hips as you stare back, looking between both him and Kuina. She fiddles with her chewing stick, staring off into the clouds.
âWhat are you planning?â He asks. You look at Arisu, who looks greatly offended.
âDoing the same as you twoâ You shrug, stepping further out of the shade to join in on the conversation.
âYou want to know why youâre here and want to get out too, right?â Chishiya nods with a subtle smirk ghosting his lips. Arisu glances at you, unsure if youâre answer was right or not.
âIâll cut to the chase, thenâ Chishiya sighs, rolling his neck. His behaviour is odd to you. Despite lurking in the shadows his confidence seems to exude almost obnoxiously from his smaller stature.
âHow will you live in a world full of despair?â
Huh?
The question throws a spanner into the works. Heâs not really cutting to the chase, in your opinion, more so trying to prompt more information from you and Arisu.
âHow?â Arisu echoes, staring at Chishiya with a cocked brow.
The two have a stand-off. The gentle breeze tousles with Chishiyaâs longer strands, allowing them to graze over his features in an almost movie-like manner. Arisu stills, mulling over his answer,
âI just want to know the answer to my questionsâ He states, looking back at your supportingly, You reply with a soft nod.
â⌠Who killed Karube and Chotaâ He adds solomley. Luckily, being thrown into this vast world on your own meant you didnât have to worry about your close friends dying, though with your newfound friendships, fate might come to bite you as well.
âI thought Iâd be able to survive⌠and return to the original world with everyoneâ He continues. A stabbing pain of guilt twists in your chest as you listen to him speak.
âArisuâŚâ You call, silently telling him he doesnât need to share. He sighs.
âIf that is not possible, I want Usagi and [y/n] to return to the real world, at the very leastâ He nods.
You werenât too sure you meant that much to the taller man, but his words cause a sad smile to prick at the corners of your lips. Itâs nice to know that the two really have your back, besides their secretive pining for each other.
âWhat a tearjerkerâ Chishiya observes. Arisu glares.
âYour dream⌠itâs cool, but itâs not practical at allâ Chishiya begins to walk, pacing closer to you as he rounds Arisu. In your head, you know itâs just an intimidation technique but his cruel words cause a spike of anger to flare within you.
âSeriously?â You scoff, arms crossing over your chest. Chishiya stops, mere inches from your form. His lack of empathy is somewhat shocking, especially for a world filled with death.
However, youâre almost 100 percent certain he finds it amusing how youâre so blatantly showing your emotions, but itâs exactly what he was going for.
âYouâll have to win all the games and become the next Number One, but thatâs impossibleâ Kuina attempts to cool the mood by mentioning your earlier explanation of wanting to leave the borderlands.
âIt has nothing to do with you guys.â Arisu spits, scuffing his sandal against the hot concrete.
âWe think that you have potential,â Chishiya interjects.
âHuh?â
âThatâs why we came to meet youâ
âWhat do you mean?â
At this point, youâre feeling invisible. Whatever intellectual dick-swinging contest is going between the two is beyond your thought process.
âWhat if I said thereâs a way to change the status quo all at once?â
âThis is so stupid Arisu, donât get involved with their plan.â You scold the messy haired man from your standing position. Usagi was briefly informed of the strange interaction you had on the roof with the duo but she had kept her opinions to herself as she processed the whole ordeal.
âWe could get out of hereâ He explains.
âYou think what⌠Four people against the executives and the Hatter can change the whole way this place runs?â
âFiveâ Usagi interjects, standing from the bed. You stare at her, shocked by her answer. As liberating as the whole plan sounds, itâs most likely going to blow back in your faces. The militants are literally armed to the teeth and you all have no idea what power or weapons the other executives hold. Chishiya may be one, but the eleven others and their minions outnumber your small vigilante group by too much.
âUsagi! You canât be seriousâ Baffled by the duo, you canât help but throw your arms out.
âYou donât have to get involved, [y/n]â Usagi explains, trying to ease the tension.
âIâm not, but you two are. Youâre both going to get hurt and never mind the fact that you both donât know either Chishiya or Kuina - or their intentions.â
âWeâre aware of that, and itâs a risk weâll take,â Arisu explains.
The conversation begins to seriously piss you off. Youâre sure that the two can see your frustration written all over your face and body language.
âLike I said on the roof, Iâll make sure to get both you and Usagi back to the real worldâ Arisu repeats, attempting to ease your mood. But it doesnât. The only thing you can think of is how selfish he sounds.
âGet us back to the real world by endangering yourself for something that you donât even know will work? You two are the only people I have here and youâre throwing yourself headfirst into danger for no reason.â With that, you leave. Ignoring their pleas for your return and to reconsider your stance, it falls on deaf ears as you slam Arisuâs hotel room door shut, not caring for how the few people scattered around the hallways stare at your huffing figure. Maybe Arisuâs speech on the rooftop had secretly rooted a fear that youâd experience losing them.
Navigating through the hallways is tough, especially when youâre power walking and holding back every fiber of your being that encourages you to shout at the nosey onlookers. Having the two only people you consider friends endanger themselves outside of a game environment weighs heavily on your conscience. What are you meant to do if it backfires? Luckily, most people have headed to game venues after the Hatter announced he would be going to one himself, so the sight of people slowly disappears from your vision as you travel towards your room on the floor above.
As you're rounding the corner to your room, something stops you in your tracks. The door to your room is slightly adjacent. Either someone is in your room at this exact moment or someone has trifled through your belongings.
Quietly, you creep forwards, keeping an eye on the stream of light pouring from the doorway to watch for any movement. Nothing seems to have moved, so you hesitantly creek the door open.
Fear is replaced by curiosity, to which you fully enter the room once a wave of confidence hits you. Because in actuality, this person is in your room so why should you feel to be the awkward one?
âWhat the fuck are you doing in my room?â A frown rests on your lips as you stare at the blonde resting on your bed. The same smug, condescending look rests on his face as he stares at your standoffish body language. Your arms immediately cross over your chest as you stare down at the man who ruins your perfectly made bedding.
âYour door was openâ He sighs, looking towards the ceiling.
âTheyâre all open, smartassâ Rebuting, you walk around to sit at the wooden vanity table. He pays no mind as he continues gazing off.
âIf this is some sort of plan to recruit me, donât even botherâ You bring your right arm up so that you can lean against your palm. Chishiya shakes his head, adjusting his position so that he can get a better look at you.
âNo. Kuina doesnât want to involve you anywayâ He states. Your brow quirks automatically. Kuina doesnât want you involved? and for what reason?
âSo why are you here then?â As much as you want to know the answer youâre realistically not going to get it from Chishiya.
He pauses, turning his head slowly to stare blankly at the wardrobe in front him.
What a weird guy. The thought has crossed your head more than you would like to admit. During your last game with him, specifically.
âIt seems I misunderstood youâ He admits. The statements all but perplexes you.
âI thought you would follow your friendsâŚâ He stands from your bed, turning once again to face you. His deep brown orbs seem to have darkened as he stares down at you. The usual condescending look has shifted to something more serious.
âMaybe I was stupid to think that?â He questions with his tone almost teasingly heightening at the end.
âWhat are you even on about?â You manage to splitter through your confusion. The dim lighting of your room casts a shadow behind him. The sight of his shadow reflecting onto your ceiling and creating an almost sinister halo which makes him seem almost taller causes a spike in anxiety.
In your short time of knowing this man, all you know is that heâs shifty.
âYouâre a liability.â He declares as he steps forward once more. From your seated position, he hovers above you with only a ruler's space between your bodies. The proximity and general uneasiness caused by the sudden atmosphere shift causes your breath to get stuck in your throat.
The small hitch of breath causes a light to shimmer in his eyes. Perhaps the sight of slight fear causes Chishiya to thrive.
âYou know what we want to do⌠When weâre going to do it and I canât have you get in my wayâ His left hand plays with something stuffed in the pocket of his usual white jacket. With a quick flicker on your eyes, you assume his fiddling with what could be the taser he had in the first game.
Is he insinuating heâs going to taze me?
âBut Iâm sure we can work something outâ He finishes with a soft smile, enjoying how you try to hold back how utterly confused and petrified you are by his attitude shift.
Your lip quivers as you try to think of something to say. The blonde is so unpredictable. At first he was just something of a mystery to you, then he ends up being an executive, then he watches over you in a game and now heâs threatening you because you wonât cooperate with his plan to endanger yourself? Had you just experienced all stages of any potential friendship and animosity with this man?
âI wasnât going to tattleâ The sentence comes out slightly hushed. His face remains uncomfortably close to yours, but you canât tear your eyes away from him. Itâs as if youâre in a trance. Every detail of his face slowly engraves into your brain. Each imperfection. Each freckle and crevice.
âThereâs no need to threaten me.â You spit with a furrowed brow. His own brows turn upwards, showing surprise for a few seconds. Maybe Chishiya thought youâd sit silently and take his threats with no more than a frown on your face.
âMaybe so.â He muses, standing back. Itâs as if you can finally breathe as your shoulders finally drop. Your body had closed up as he grew closer.
âBut I canât just take your word for itâ He shrugs.
Seriously?
âYou think Iâm gonna run to the militants about this?â You ask. He simply stares back, as if your question was idiotic.
âIâm not.â You state âRisking getting Arisu and Usagi hurt - even Kuina - is the last thing I want to doâ
He snorts âYou would let me, though?â
âYou havenât given me a reason to care whether youâre hurt or not.â
âYour friends agreed to my plan anyway,â He switches the subject. A part of you wishes itâs because your reply pissed him off but itâs unlikely. The man has left you with the impression that insults roll off his back like water off a duck's back.
âIf you get my friends hurt I wonât hesitate to tell the militants youâre nothing but the puppet masterâ
âA bit contradictory, no?â
You stand from the chair, ignoring how it screeches against the wooden floor. He simply leans back as you begin to invade his personal space, even without physically stepping towards him.
âWill you just get out of my room?â
He smiles once more as an airy chuckle passes through his lips.
âI hope youâre not serious about telling the militantsâ He spares you a pitiful glance âI wouldnât want to do anything too strenuousâ
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hope you don't mind me sending in another ask so soon but i always find this kinda stuff interesting- now that you've survived two big serious arcs how would you rank the main cast in terms of like. favs & stuff?
don't apologise for the asks at all!! i love answering them and rambling about my thoughts so actually thank YOU for giving me a viable outlet haha
so I had to pull out my notes app to draft this one bc i can't do things simply apparently. i can't rank characters for shit so I'm just gonna rate the main ones (at least to me) out of ten and that's that lol, so onward beyond the cut!
Gintoki: I'm in love with him. 10/10.
He's captivated me with his dead fish eyes and pathetic charm, the way he subverts the general shonen protag archetype really works for me (bc i tend to get annoyed with the genre every now and then) but other than that he's such an interesting character on his own that I cannot get into for fear of rambling too much but yeah. I like him a lot. I might cry about someday in the tags of some art or whatever
(also beam saber arc is UNDERRATED (to me) and its very much overshadowed by everything before and after it but I DON'T CARE it has some of my favourite gin character bits this is my propaganda i just felt like i had to put this here THANKS)
Shinpachi: the human-wearing-glasses gag is absolutely hilarious and I hope it never stops. 8/10.
I love shinpachi a lot I promise, i love how dedicated he is to the straight man role and also the times when he's not. Honestly he could have very easily annoyed me after a bit, but he's genuinely just so loveable and a lot of his charm just comes from his VA's delivery, I've never heard anyone else able to convey the emotional range that I've heard from shinpachi in this anime fnsnjrjgjs
I do think he needs more screentime though (watch beam saber arc),,,kagura tends to get a lot of the spotlight (which I'm not mad about) but he also needs some love!! he's just some guy yk gotta give some appreciation!!
Kagura: queen of kabukicho and the queen of my heart. 10/10.
SHE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING TO ME. i don't have words to express how much I love her, she's one of my all time favorites ever. She's just doing her thing, eating gin-san out of house and home and kicking ass while she's at it and she's so valid for that.
A big part of why I like her is also just her relationship with the yorozuya. the amount of times I've felt like exploding when I see her and gin or shinpachi just interacting in the background of a scene or something similar is impossible to count. She's my little mimi and she deserves literally the world
(Also there's this one compilation of her singing on YouTube and i listen to it RELIGIOUSLY kugimiya rie is a blessing for this character for real it's insane)
Sadaharu interlude: Big ball of fluff/10 (he's adorable)
Hijikata: this man makes me feel a similar range of emotions I feel cramming the night before a final, if not more. 10/10.
He drives me NUTS. you know me, i love my dark-haired chainsmoking men with issues, and he's just chock full of them, it's like a dream come true. Every arc that's focused on him has been absolutely incredible, and even on his own he's such an interesting and funny character. Fully biased towards his VA btw, i don't think anyone else could voice him as effectively, the delivery is always top notch.
His dynamic with the rest of the shinsengumi is honestly one of my favourites, he's got so much range as a serious and gag character, especially when the plot decides to chuck his coolness out the window with that little mayonnaise addiction of his (now everytime I put mayonnaise on anything at all i give myself a dirty look, idk why).
Also i should mention that tosshi was one of the only things that made my watching experience truly difficult. I'd just cringe out of existence everytime he opened his mouth it was. An experience. I still love him very much. Too much maybe.
Sougo: sadism has never looked more fun. 9/10.
I don't think I really have much to say about him? he's genuinely a really fun character, and his endless quests to smear hijikata across the asphalt is always the highlight of any viewing experience. i loved him regardless, but the mitsuba and farewell shinsengumi arcs gave him that extra bit of depth that really solidified him as a fav hehe
YOU DONT GET CHARACTERS LIKE HIM VERY OFTEN AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
kondo: gorilla gorilla/10 (9/10)
thi guy is just the fucking funniest. he's one of the perfect examples of how gintama does characterisation through comedy because by introducing him with all his hilarious gags, you start to care a lot more about him when things actually get serious. Plus the joke never really gets old with him, if he shows up in an episode I know I'm about to have a great time.
but as a serious character as well he's just so good. Him being the glue of the shinsengumi is incredible and sometimes in the plot (crisis and farewell arcs) you can see exactly what it is in this man that makes people want to follow him to the ends of the earth, he is just a good person and I love him for that.
also he's the reason i realised I have not grown out of my 14 year old dick joke phase so there's that
Otose: gintoki's overdue rent/10 (9/10)
I enjoy her so much actually, she's already incredibly fun, but whenever they show more background to gintoki and her's relationship, all of a sudden i am in a puddle of tears on the floor, it's one of the most important things ever to me, the foster parent trope is my weak point.
evidently, kabukicho four devas was my kryptonite (in a really really good way)
Catherine: the heavy accent is pretty funny. 7/10.
I don't really have strong feelings about her tbh, she's alright and funny enough, that's pretty much all I can say
Tama: total number of her leukocytes/10 (9/10)
I LIKE TAMA SOOOOO MUCH SHES SO SWEET AND KIND AND ADORABLE. all of the tama centric arcs have been really fun and each episode involving her is so nice. Finding out she was the time traveller in the bfy movie was such a great twist but immediately made sense bc OF COURSE she would go that far for her very first friends!!!!! i love her innocence so dearly and the way she simply just wants to help others, also otose seeing her as a daughter makes me so emotional
Hasegawa: the madaodog madaonaire episode made me choke at the speed at which I got that reference. 8/10.
Incredibly funny character, the fact that he cannot win a single W is both hilarious but also a bit sad and pathetic, but he's authentic to himself regardless.
He also ruined my later attempts at trying to watch NGE
Otae: the price of one dom peri/10 (8/10)
I love her SOOOOO much she's so entertaining...again I don't have much to say but it's not really in a bad way, i just like her a lot and that's mostly it hehe
Kyubei: otae love/10 (9/10)
as a nb person I have a huge bias towards kyubei, their struggle to figure out where they stand in the binary is pretty relatable, and while I can say that you don't always see a character like that in media who is also hopelessly in love with a woman (so real for that though) i can also admit that this show isn't the best handling of it all, but honestly it's a very "take what I can get situation" so I try not to be too bothered, dekobokko was a bit strange but the ending for kyubei is better than most other instances I've seen, even if it doesn't stay consistent in the series
Also where is jugem jugem? i miss that little bastard so much that arc was so good
Tsukuyo: where does she stash all that kunai. 9/10.
TSUKUYO IS MY WIFE AND GINTOKI NEEDS TO MOVE OVER BC I WANT TO KISS HER. thank you
no but seriously she's a really fun character, and I love everything about her and yoshiwara and her relationship with hinowa and seita and he hyakka and ACK. yoshiwara in flames and the red spider arcs were really good for her, and her slightly confused air at most times is so charming, i love her muah
Sacchan: uhhhhhh huh. 7/10.
I'm gonna be honest, she's one of the only characters I really didn't like since she was introduced, i just found her so incredibly annoying all the time. But then came shogun assassination and suddenly I could stand her a lot more when her personality didn't revolve around gin-san's massive dâ (but like. I hate that I can relate to her)
also I don't know where her strange friendship with tsukuyo came from but I actually genuinely like it a lot..........sillies with sharp knives, what could possibly go wrong?
Okay I'm running out of steam here honestly so if I've missed anyone (I'm very sure I have) feel free to ask in replies and I'll tell you what i think jgjekkfkd
this is terrible. Everyone is a main character in my eyes
EDIT: I MISSED THE REST OF THE JOUI 4. I WILL DISEMBOWEL MYSELF. BUT FOR NOW HAVE A LIGHTNING ROUND
katsura: 10/10.
One of my all time favourite characters ever, literal definition of head empty no thoughts, he is so stupid and I want to kiss him passionately under the moonlight
Sakamoto: 10(00000)/10
He is my everything. He needs more screentime. I'm begging on my knees. He is the perfect man.
Takasugi: 9/10
He's great. Shogun assassination made me cry over him. I'm forever sad about him now he was so mochi.....and then the trauma.............ue
Anyways now I think I'm done. time to atone
#thanks for enabling me op#i like to talk too much about them but also holy shit there are so many words#i definitely havent gotten all my thoughts out but nevermind! I shall convey them through art~#i love this show. so goddamn much#nimki talks
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Hi Legion! Long time lurker and lover of your art and tags here. I always read your tags and I'm really interested in your thoughts & views on love and relationships, so I'm curious to know where you got those ideas from. Are there any videos, terms, or books you could recommend? It really resonated with me and since I'm a huge nerd my first instinct is to find more sources haha. Thank you so much!
This ask genuinely made me sit with myself and think long and hard about how my views on that stuff really formed, something I maybe took for granted a lil bit. So thanks, and I'm sorry that I can't give a nerdy answer here! It is difficult to point to specific sources, it's more of a lived-experience type thing. It truly is The Question Of All Time lmao. And boy did it get me thinking back.
I'll put my ramble under the cut if this is not interesting or what you're after, but I enjoyed the introspection still! Thank you!
My context is entirely unremarkable (middle class cishet white guy from eastern europe), but if I had to point to one thing that is the bottleneck of my views on love and relationships, I genuinely think it could be traced to my insane early childhood nat20 roll to avoid toxic masculinity pipelines. I truly believe in my bones that if I had been seduced by that stuff - and legitimately all but maybe two of my childhood friends were - I'd be a completely different, colder, worse person today. I credit only luck in that.
Where I'm from, boys of my generation were set on a very specific path very early on that was pointed veeeery far away from "love". All wrapped up in warped orthodox christianity and crypto-nationalist sentiments, stemming from our incredibly disillusioned post-soviet parent figures constantly running in survival mode. So like, I legitimately don't remember how I managed to avoid those circles and behavior patterns, and the truth is that I probably sometimes didn't? I certainly made stupid mistakes in my early teens, but I had the luxury of making them outside of the public eye of social media. More luck.
There's other alchemy of course - as a child of divorce I got a real early up-close look at the ugly results of mistrust and toxic "love", and a lot of my life back then was rebelling against that. Not that the parenting itself was always bad - my mother turned me to the arts and to stories, which eventually led me to fandom that I can now identify as a much healthier outlet for my frustrations than whatever my peers were doing with their nighttime brawls. It led me to a very crystallized idea of what I really wanted from life - not glory or patriotism or ambition, but a quiet life with the ones I loved.
That is also around the time when I let go of teenage lust as my north star and started fostering friendships instead; because like, relationships are bonds and connections, nothing more or less. Sexuality and romantic love can take as big or as small of a role in that as the parties desire, and they're entirely ornamental to the value of linking your experience with another living, breathing human. Realizing the divinity and beauty in that changes almost everything in an instant. And it is such a goofy-ass thing to say, but yeah, for a lost idiot dude like me, fandom helped me see that. Even the raunchiest fics were ultimately about belonging and emotional nakedness, and I learned to desire that more than anything else. I am trying so hard to point to something specific here, but I honestly don't know with way back then. Bioware's found family-ass games/fanfics were a big one later on, but there were so many other communities before. My memory's just bad.
But knowing I wanted love was one thing, and being a healthier, more empathetic person ready to actually get that was a whole other trek. Made a few more dumb interpersonal mistakes. And then I met my current partner, now over twelve years ago, and realized there was a version of me reflected in her eyes that I could truly chase and grow into. This all sounds super melodramatic but it was more of a terrifying thought at the time, stoking self-doubt and real worry that I was leading her into a mistake. But of course that was all a symptom of terminal self-awareness. We were in our early 20s, mature enough not to play childish emotional games, and young enough to go on that growth journey together. More luck. Found that gentle peace I had yearned for with her., and I count my lucky stars to this day.
In short, everything about my understanding of love and relationships is rooted in personal circumstance + massive amounts of luck, and especially that early course-correction away from toxic dudeness. Nothing extracurricular. And then just more and more luck piled on with time, culminating with my lovely bean. So in that sense I'm the worst person to ask this question! And times have really changed irt internet culture and fandom so I can't even point at that part as an action point either.
But if nothing else, I believe that storytelling is the ultimate shortcut in getting our dumb teenage brains over the precipice of pride and control, and towards the gentle pursuit of love in all its forms. I think that's worth articulating over and over again. Thanks for reading this long and I promise I usually interpret asks like a normal person! This is an exception!!! a big question if there ever was one
#appeltaart27#asks#I'm so sorry I cant condense my thoughts better lmao THIS IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
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Belle of The Ball [Kol Mikaelson]
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pairing - kol mikaelson x fem,gilbert!reader
type - fluff
note / request - âsince your TO requests are open can i request a kol fic where the reader is a gilbert and is kinda shy and kol invites her to the mikaelson ballâ enjoy!
summary - Â the middle child of the mikaelson family takes interest in you and invites you to the mikaelson ball
warnings / includes - your jeremyâs twin, mild language, kissing, suggestive flirting, underage drinking (drink safely), mention of sex
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*gif isnât mine*
âI think Connor likes you,â your friend, Karina, nudged you.Â
You looked over to the cute, brunette boy that was staring at you from across the hallway. âYeah, right,â you muttered.
âIâm serious! Oh, look! Heâs coming to ask you out!â Karina squealed.Â
You looked away from your locker, straightening up as Connor was approaching you. He flashed you a charming smile.Â
âIâm gonna go. Meet me by your car!â Karina smiled.Â
âNo! Rina!â You whisper-shouted.Â
Your attention was turned to Connor as he stood in front of you.Â
âHey, Y/n,â he greeted. âHey⌠Connor,â you smiled shyly.Â
âI wanted to ask you a question,â he said, leaning against the lockers.Â
âY-Yeah, go ahead,â you nodded. He smiled at your nervousness, moving closer to you.
His scent filled your nostrils and you felt yourself going dizzy. You leaned against the lockers, hoping it would help you not trip and fall.Â
âSo, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me at Mystic Grill. We can get dinner then go back to my place and watch a movie,â Connor suggested.Â
Your eyes widened. You were pleasantly surprised. You had liked Connor since school had started, which was a few months ago. You had been trying to get him to notice you, which was going horribly until now. You were way too shy to go up to say anything to him. You guessed that Karina had something to do with him asking you out.Â
âUm, Earth to Y/n?â Connor asked, waving his hand in front of your face.
âHuh?â You blinked rapidly. You looked at him, getting even more embraced and shy when you realise you got lost in your own thoughts. âOh, Iâm so sorry. Iâm just um⌠not really used to people asking me out, you know? Iâve never really been on a date before. My Aunt Jenna used to say that was okay since Iâm only in junior year and stuff, but my brother has already had sex with Vicki Donovan and my sister is already on her second boyfriend. Itâs kinda sad how un-loveable I am and-âÂ
You were cut off by Connor chuckling. You cussed yourself out in your head for being so awkward.
âIâm sorry, again. I ramble a lot, too,â you apologised.Â
âItâs not worries. Itâs really cute. Youâre really cute. Anyways, what do you say? Come with me to Netflix and chill?â Connor asked.Â
You smiled, opening your mouth to respond, but you were rudely interrupted.Â
âShe has plans Friday. Sorry, mate,â an all-too familiar Australian accent sounded behind you.Â
You clenched your jaw and balled your fists. You turned your head, glaring.Â
âKol, go away,â you said through gritted teeth.Â
âNo can do, darling. Jeremy asked me to watch over you,â Kol smiled.Â
âUh, whoâs this guy?â Connor asked. You turned back to him. âOh, just a uh⌠family friend. Donât mind him, heâs super annoying.â
âActually, do mind me. Iâm here to pick Y/n up. Elena wants you home, now,â Kol said.Â
âOh. Well, if you need to be home, go ahead,â Connor said.Â
You sighed, âYeah, um, I do. But itâs a yes to the date.â
Connor smiled widely. âAwesome! Iâll pick you up at 8.â
âGreat! Canât wait,â you smiled sweetly.Â
Connor walked away, leaving you grinning from ear-to-ear.Â
âYou can do so much better, Y/n,â Kol said.Â
You rolled your eyes, turning 180 to him. âGo away, Kol. I know for a fact that Jeremy and Elena didnât tell you to watch over me.â
âHm, true. That was just an excuse,â Kol smiled.Â
âAn excuse for what?â You asked. âWell, I needed and excuse to talk to you,â Kol shrugged.Â
You sighed, going back to your locker and grabbing your textbooks. âAbout what?â You asked.Â
âWell, I know my family hasnât made it easy for any of you, so we are throwing a ball! My motherâs idea, really. We are allowed to bring dates and Iâd like to bring you,â Kol explained.Â
You started to feel all flustered. âUh⌠Wh-Why?â
âBecause I like you, Y/n. I think youâre cute, funny, and all the good parts of a woman. Iâd like you to ditch that Connor-nobody and be my plus one!â
You slammed your locker shut, walking away from Kol.Â
âY/n, darling! You never answered me!â Kol exclaimed, trying to catch up with you.Â
âYeah, I did that on purpose,â you muttered, knowing he could hear you because of his vamp hearing.Â
âYou are so rude. I take it your parents didnât teach you any manners? Not like they can teach you them now,â Kol joked.Â
You scoffed, not believing what you were hearing. âLike you can talk. And plus, why would I want to go to the ball with a jerk like you?â
You waked out of the school, spotting Karina over at your car.Â
âY/n, wait!â Kol called out, reaching out to grab your wrist.
âWhat!â You exclaimed, turning to him.Â
âLook, Iâm sorry, okay? I didnât mean that, but I really do want you to accompany me to the ball,â Kol said, staring you right in the eyes.Â
You stared at him for a few moments, your eyes flickering down to his lips. Once you noticed him smirk, you looked away, pulling your wrist away from his grip.Â
âI appreciate the invitation, but Iâm going out with Connor,â you mumbled.Â
Kol sighed, âFine. But if you reconsider, itâll be at our house.â
âThanks,â you said, looking up at him through your lashes. âI need to go, okay? My friend is waiting for me.â
âAlright. I hope you reconsider, Y/n. Iâd be a shame if I didnât have a date,â Kol said.Â
âAs if you canât get anyone you want,â you rolled your eyes.Â
âBut I only want you,â Kol admitted.Â
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. As much as you wanted to stay and ask him if he really did want you, you knew youâd end up a blubbering mess. And you definitely didnât want to be like that in front of a devastatingly handsome Original vampire.Â
âI gotta go,â you murmured, turning away and stomping off to Karina.Â
âHey, whoâs that?â Karina asked once you approached.Â
âOh um⌠An annoying friend of Jeremy,âsâ you lied, running your fingers through your hair.Â
âHm, well heâs hot,â Karina bit her lip, looking at Kol who was still where you left him.Â
You rolled your eyes and started to twiddle with your fingers. âNo, heâs not.â
Karina narrowed her eyes at you, gasping in realisation.Â
âWhat?â You asked, full of confusion. âYou like him!â Karina grinned.Â
You scoffed, âHell no.âÂ
âHell, yes! Youâre doing that thing you do when you talk about a guy you like,â Karina giggled, pointing to your hands.Â
You looked down and sighed, putting your arms to your sides. âI do that when Iâm nervous.â
âOh, yeah? Are you nervous about Mr. Hottie?â Karina wiggled her eyebrows.
âNo. Iâm nervous because Connor asked me out this Friday,â you explained.Â
âOh, my God! Babe, thatâs awesome!â Karina squealed, jumping up and down, clapping while doing so. Â
âThanks, I know,â you smiled sheepishly. âWell, what day is it? Wednesday, right? We need to shop!â Karina exclaimed.Â
âNo, no! I'll just wear jeans and a cute top. Thereâs no need to shop,â you said.Â
âHave you seen your closet? You only have one cute flora top and a pair of black baggy jeans. The rest of your closet are sweats and sweatshirts. You donât even have any date-appropriate dresses!â Karina said.Â
âNot true!â You protested weakly.Â
âMhm,â Karina said, pursing her lips. You rolled your eyes, knowing she was right.Â
âFine, but we are only going to buy one outfit. ONE,â you said, holding up your first finger.Â
âIâll take it! Wanna go now?â Karina asked.Â
âSure,â you nodded. âYay! We can get lunch at the Grill, too,â Karina suggested, opening the passenger door of your car.Â
âAlright,â you nodded, going over to the driverâs seat.Â
You drove to the outlet mall, parking in front of the shop. Karina and you walked inside, Karina immediately pulling you to the jeans section.Â
âGod, I hate jeans,â you muttered. âWhy?â Karina asked.Â
âBecause theyâre tight and I have to jump to get them on,â you explained.Â
âWell, thatâs just because you have a nice ass,â Karina smiled.
You smiled, âYeah, right.â âIâm serious! Your figure is to die for! Iâm jealous, honestly,â Karina said in a sincere tone.
You chuckled, âThanks, Rina.â
âOf course. Now, letâs see what jeans they have. Do you want black, dark wash, or light wash?â Karina asked.Â
âDark wash,â you answered. âHigh-waisted or low-waisted?â Karina asked.Â
â(Your choice),â you said.Â
Karina pulled out two pairs of jeans, handing them to you. âNow, for the shirts! Do you want a ruffled top, knot front, or button-up?âÂ
âUm, ruffled, I guess,â you said. âAlright⌠Well, I know you like plaid⌠So, what about this one?â Karina pulled out a black and white top that was cropped. It was long sleeved, the sleeves ruffled slightly. The bottom of the shirt was stretchy and the top had buttons.Â
âWow, this is really cute. Simple, too. I like it,â you smiled.Â
âI knew you would! Now, go try it on,â Karina said, going over to the changing rooms.
You put on your cloths, buttoning up the top and turning around to the mirror. You raised your brows, surprised by how good you looked.Â
âYou done?â Karina called out from outside.Â
âYeah,â you said, going out of the dressing room.
âYou look so pretty. Y/n. The jeans highlight your figure perfectly!â Karina exclaimed.Â
âYeah,â you smiled, âAnd the top isnât as cropped as I thought it would be.â
âI am amazing at dressing you! Maybe I should become a professional dresser?â Karina said.
You chuckled, âYou should. Well, I think Iâll get this. Iâm not interested in shopping anymore and Iâm hungry.â
âAlright, well, I have some things I want to try on. So, give me 15 minutes tops and get us a table at the Grill,â Karina said, holding up the clothes she found.Â
âSounds good,â you said. You went back behind the door and changed out of your clothes. You paid for your outfit, walking out and going to the Grill.Â
You got yourself seated quickly.Â
âY/n, hey!â Matt exclaimed. âOh, hey, blue eyes,â you grinned.Â
âHow have you been?â Matt asked. âGood! How about you?â You asked.Â
âIâve been good, thanks. How is Elena?â Matt asked.
You chuckled, âElena is good. Iâll tell her you asked about her.â
âAlright, sounds good. So, I heard Connor Askren asked you out,â Matt said.Â
âOh, yeah,â you smiled happily. âGood for you. I have to warn you, though, be careful,â Matt said.Â
âBe careful about what?â You asked. âWell, Connor has a reputation of asking girls out then bailing on them,â he explained.Â
âOh,â you frowned. âWell, he seemed really excited to ask me out.â
âI'm sure he was. Iâm just saying. Youâre like a little sister to me. I donât want you getting hurt,â Matt explained.Â
You smiled gratefully. âThanks, big bro.â
âNo problem. Anyways, are you here alone or is Karina with you?â He asked.Â
âSheâs with me. Sheâs at the clothing store. I just came from there, hence the bag,â you said, holding up your shopping bag.Â
âAh right. Let me guess, she wanted to try some stuff on and she let you go?â Matt asked.Â
âYep,â you laughed. âThatâs what Caroline does. So, do you want to get started with a drink or anything?â Matt asked.Â
âYeah, sure. Can I get a Diet Coke, chicken tenders, and cheese fries?â You asked.Â
âComing right up. Do you know what Karina would want?â Matt asked.Â
âSheâll probably want lemonade, a chicken wrap, and onion rings,â you said.Â
âAlright. Be right back,â Matt smiled.Â
You gave him a goodbye wave. You sighed once he left, looking at your shopping bag. You would be lying if you said you wereât worried about Connor. You hoped that he was different than what Matt told you.Â
ââââ
Friday came sooner than expected. You were currently at home and getting ready for your date. Karina had helped you with your makeup, putting eyeliner on you and letting you borrow her lipstick. You were strapping on your heels when Karina told you she was leaving.Â
âText me if you two kiss,â Karina winked.Â
âHighly doubt we will, but noted,â you smiled.Â
âAlright, Iâm gonna go. You look amazing, Y/n. Have fun!â Karina hugged you before leaving. âThanks,â you giggled as you shut the door.Â
You looked at your phone, seeing it was 7:57. You smiled nervously, grabbing your purse and waiting at the door. The 3 minutes passed by slowly. It was soon 8 and he wasnât there yet. You shrugged it off, knowing that he would probably be there in a minute or two. But as you waited, 2 minutes passed, 5, 10, and 20. Each time you checked your phone, your hope in Connor disappeared and your fear of what Matt said becoming true increased. Once it reached 8:30, you realised that Connor wasnât coming and he had in fact stood you up.Â
You stomped off to your room, tears falling down your cheeks.Â
âGod! How stupid are you, Y/n? Thinking a guy like Connor would want to go out with you? A football player? A guy with one of the highest GPAâs? Fat chance,â you sobbed to yourself.Â
You took off your heels and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, smudging all the makeup that Karina had done. You took off your clothes, slipping into sweats and a tank top. You washed your face of all the makeup, going into your kitchen. You went to go and get some chocolate, but someone interrupted you.
âDonât look so glum, Y/n. Connor is an ass.â You turned around sharply, surprised to see Rebekah there.Â
âI⌠Rebekah, what are you doing here?â You asked rudely.Â
âIâm here to give you your dress and get you ready for the ball!â Rebekah smiled.Â
âIâm not going,â you mumbled, going back to getting your food.Â
Rebekah sped to you, grabbing your wrist. âYes, you are. I donât like you very much. I donât like any of your family, but Kol seems to have taken an interest in you. I have no idea why, but I just got my family back and want to make everyone happy.â
âWell, I donât like Kol. So you can tell him to shove off,â you said.Â
âHm⌠No,â Rebekah grinned. âCâmon, youâre going to the ball whether you like it or not. Your sister and brother will also be there.â
âAnother reason not to go,â you stated.Â
âOh, please! If you donât go I am sure Kol will kill Elena and Jeremy,â Rebekah said.Â
âNo! I⌠I donât want to. Kol doesnât even like me. He just likes to piss off all my friends,â you said.
âY/n, look at me,â Rebekah said. You looked at her dully.
âKol likes you. Hell, I think heâs in love with you. All he talks about it you and quite frankly, itâs sickening, but a little heartwarming to see him care so much for someone. So, please, come to the ball. If you want to leave after a little bit, Iâll make sure you go without any issue. But just try it out,â Rebekah begged.Â
Your heart fluttered once you heard Kol might be in love with you. If you were completely honest, you had a little crush on Kol. How couldnât you? He was charming, handsome, and even nice to you. You never pursued the crush because one, you were too shy for that. And two, you knew your family would kill you. But you knew Rebekah would just kidnap you and take you there, even if you said no again, so you deciding to say yes.Â
âFine, Iâll go. But donât expect me to have fun,â you mumbled.Â
Rebekah took her hand off your wrist, smiling widely. âGreat! Letâs go and get you ready, weâre late.â
You nodded and went back to your room. Rebekah sat you down and did your makeup. Giving you a fox eye look with a red lip. She then got out your dress, to which you gasped at. Your dress was a long red ballgown. The top of the dress had jewels all over, the skirt then puffing out like Cinderellaâs. The sleeves of the dress were made to go across your shoulders, letting the top of your breasts and your collar bone show.Â
âWow I⌠Wow,â you gasped.Â
âAmazing, right? Youâll be the belle of the ball! Youâll even outshine Elena, whoâs dress is disappointingly gorgeous,â Rebekah smiled.Â
âThank you,â you smiled.Â
âOf course! Now go put it on, Iâll help you with the back,â Rebekah said handing it to you.Â
You took it gently, going to your bathroom to get changed. You came out, letting Rebekah tighten the dress for you. You then slipped on your black heels that you were wearing earlier, and took a look at you reflection.Â
âWow, I actually look like a princess,â you smiled.
âThat you do,â Rebekah smiled. âNow letâs go. Our ride is waiting.â
You nodded, lifting up the bottom of your dress so you could walk. You and Rebekah walked out to the limo, going over to the Mikaelson house.Â
âHey, Rebekah?â You asked. âYes?â She answered.Â
âWhy are you being so nice to me? Besides making Kol happy,â you asked.Â
Rebekah sighed. âWell, I think youâre good for my brother. You make him more bearable to be around. Kinder, warmer. A lot less murderous. I know you like him, too. I can see the way you look at him when you think no one is paying attention. Heâs head over heels for you and I think you could be the same for him after tonight.â
âGood to know,â you smiled.Â
âMhm. But donât tell anyone I ever complimented you or helped you out tonight. I donât need your friends thinking I have a good side,â Rebekah said.Â
You chuckled. âAlright, deal.â
You two arrived at Rebekahâs house, stepping out of the limo. Rebekah and you waked to the doors, opening them. As you stepped into the ballroom, all eyes went on you. Your entrance elicited gasps from everyone. You smiled shyly, your smile faltering once Elena, Damon, and Jeremy approached you. Rebekah left you to deal with your family.
âWhat the hell are you doing here!â Elena exclaimed.Â
âHaving fun, El,â you answered.Â
âNo, you need to go home now,â Damon said.Â
You shook your head. âNo. Connor stood me up and Kol invited me to this thing, so I decided to take the opportunity.â
Elenaâs angry face fell as she heard what Connor did. âConnor stood you up? That jerk!â
âIt's okay. Iâd rather be here and in this dress than with him and drunk,â you admitted.Â
âNeed me to beat him up for you?â Jeremy asked. âIâm good baby bro, but thanks. UhâŚ. have you guys seen Kol?â You asked.Â
âNope,â Elena said. âAnd I wouldnât advise looking for him. He might kill you,â Damon frowned.Â
âNo, I wonât! Like she said, I invited her here,â Kol said from behind them.Â
Damon turned, a grimace on his face. âWhy?â
âBecause I am in love with her,â Kol smiled, his eyes meeting youâs.
Your blood ran cold and you looked down, holding the skirt of your dress tightly.Â
âIâd like to dance with her, if thatâs alright,â Kol said.
âNo way,â Jeremy said. âYou put a hand on her-â
âJer, itâs okay,â you said. âIâll shout if Iâm in trouble. Please, just go.â
Elena sighed, âFine. I have to go and see Esther anyways. Do not hurt her.â Elena warned Kol.Â
âI never would dream of it,â Kol smiled.Â
The three left, leaving you and Kol at the entrance. Kol approached you, you putting your head down again.Â
âYou look ravishing, Y/n. If we were alone, Iâd rip that dress off of you,â Kol said, looking over your figure.Â
âThanks,â you chuckled shyly.Â
Kol put his hand on your chin gently, lifting your face up to meet his. âDonât be so shy, Y/n. And donât self-doubt yourself, either. I know that asshole Connor stood you up, but you are still the most beautiful, kind girl ever. He doesnât deserve you anyways.â
âAnd you do?â You challenged.Â
Kol chuckled. âNo, but Iâm hoping you think differently.â He then offered you his hand. âDance with me?â
âSure,â you nodded, taking his hand hesitantly.Â
Butterflies threatened to rip out of you as you touched his hand. Goosebumps rushed up your arm as you grasped his hand. Kol walked you two to the ballroom floor. You put your free hand on his shoulder, him putting his free hand on your waist. You two swayed for a few moments until you broke the silence.Â
âSo, um⌠How did you know Connor stood me up?â You asked.Â
âI had Rebekah spying on you,â Kol admitted.Â
âWow, not creepy at all,â you muttered. âI wanted to be ready for if he stood you up, so Rebekah could then go and get you ready,â Kol explained.Â
âMakes sense,â you said.Â
Kol smiled at you, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. You kept adverting your gaze. Too nervous to actually look at him or more than 5 seconds.Â
âYouâre very cute when youâre tense,â Kol complimented. âThanks. Not a lot of people think that,â you chuckled. âWell, those people are out of their minds then,â Kol said.
âWhy do you like me?â You asked suddenly, looking at him. You had been wandering this all night, waiting until you were here with him to ask.Â
Kol smiled. âWell, youâre different. Youâre not aggressive like your brother, or so moral like Elena. Youâre quiet and calm. You think through things rather than be impulsive, which seems to be how everyone is around here. Your eyes are so beautiful, I get lost in them. When I see you smile, it makes my dead heart come alive. And when you do that hair-twirl thing, itâs so adorable. Youâre also extraordinarily stunning, which is a big plus.â
Your heart skipped beats as he told you his reasons for liking you. As you looked at him and watched him pour his heart out, your liking for him grew. You subconsciously moved closer to him, too. Your body doing its own thing.Â
âWow,â you breathed out. âYou really um⌠Thought about this.â
âWell, you are all I think about. Besides whoâs head I want to rip off,â Kol smirked.Â
âGross,â you grimaced. âIâm kidding! But Iâm serious about you. Iâve never liked someone as much as you, Y/n. I hope that I can prove that Iâm a good choice for you,â Kol said.Â
âWell, youâre proving it now,â you admitted.Â
Kol grinned, âFantastic.â
You two swayed in silence again. As the music got slower and slower, and the lights got lower and lower, you two moved dancing positions naturally. You were quite scared to move closer to him. You were already so close, practically hugging. But your bodies were like magnets, pulling each other close. So tried to go with everything and relax.Â
Both of your arms went around his neck and both of his hands wrapped around your waist and went to the small of your back. You two scooted in until your head was on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and breathed in his scent nonchalantly, enjoying his cologne. Kol nuzzled his cheek onto the side of your head, him also breathing in the scent of your shampoo.Â
You two danced for a while before Kol got an idea.
âDo you want to get out of here and go to the balcony?â Kol asked.Â
âYouâre not gonna kill me, are you?â You joked.Â
âNo promise,â Kol winked cheekily. You giggled, âAlright. Letâs go.â Kol nodded and kept his grip on your hand, walking you to the balcony. On the way, you took two glasses of champagne. You handed him one as you stepped out on the terrace. You put your elbows on the railing, sipping the champagne.Â
âSo, whyâd you bring me out here?â You asked.Â
âTo gaze at the stars,â Kol answered simply, walking next to you.Â
âHm,â you hummed, looking up at the night sky. âDid you ever stargaze back before you all were vampires?â
âYes, all the time. It was one of my favourite things to do,â Kol said.Â
âThat sounds nice,â you said. âIt was,â Kol said.Â
âDo you ever miss being a witch?â You asked. Kol sighed, taking a sip of champagne. âSometimes. But I love being immortal.â You smiled, âMakes sense. If I were a vampire, Iâd be the same.â
Kol turned to you, âI can turn you.â
You shook your head, âNo. I like being human. Being a vampire seems to complicated. Plus, I want kids.â
âHm. Sounds nice having your little perfect, human life. I miss that,â Kol said.Â
âYou were never human, though,â you smiled, turning to him. âYes, but I was once mortal,â Kol said.Â
âTrue,â you nodded, taking a sip of your champagne. âHey, um⌠I want to thank you for inviting me. I know I said I didnât want to go, but Iâm really glad I did. Iâm having a really good time.â
âOf course. I knew you would. I know youâre not the girly-girl type, but every girl deserves to experience to dress up for a ball,â Kol said.Â
âI agree,â you nodded. âAnd Iâm also glad that you are warming up to me a little bit. Youâre not so much of a blubbering mess anymore,â Kol smirked.Â
You chuckled, âYeah, I take a little to warm up to new people.â
âWell, Iâm glad Iâm that person youâve warmed up to,â Kol said, stepping closer to you. He put his hand on yourâs, looking at you flirtatiously.
You grinned at the moves he was making, deciding to make a move of your own.Â
You leaned into him, your eyes boring into his the whole time. You were standing toe-to-toe to him, your mouth parted as his eyes glowed dark brown. He smirked at you, his hand leaving yourâs and settling on your waist. You wanted to move closer, but your skirt was so puffed out it restricted you from doing so. Kol noticed your slight frustration with your dress, setting his glass down, and putting his other hand on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
âKol, my dress is too big,â you chuckled.Â
âNot too big for me to do this,â Kol grinned, leaning his head down.Â
Before you knew it, he was kissing you. Your eyes widened as his lips met yourâs. A few moments passed before he pulled away, confused and scared.Â
âIâm sorry, I must have read the room wrong. I-â Kol started to apologise, but you put your hand on the back of his head and pulled him in again.Â
This time Kol was surprised. He didnât waste any time in kissing you back, though. Your lips moved together in perfect synchronisation. It was like his lips were made for yourâs as they fit in-between yourâs like puzzle pieces. Both your fingers entangled themselves in his hair, pulling slightly as he pulled you impossibly closer. Your stomach did a million of flips as his tongue swiped your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slowly, Kolâs tongue slipping in gently. As your tongueâs fought, Kolâs hands went to your skirt, finding your legs under them. He put his hands under your thighs, lifting you up with ease.Â
You pulled away, breathing heavily. Kolâs eyes opened, going down to your lips and smiling as your lipstick was smudged. Your chest heaved up and down as you stared into his eyes.Â
âI just wanted to um⌠To tell you that i-if you were planning on having um, sex. Iâm not ready. This um⌠This was my first kiss, too. Sorry if you were expecting to get lucky tonight,â you confessed, blushing profusely.Â
Kol smiled at you, setting you down. âItâs alright, love. I wasnât expecting anything from you tonight. I hope your first kiss was good.â
âIt was really good,â you giggled.Â
âGood. Now, do you want to continue to make out? Or we could go back out and dance,â Kol suggested.Â
âUm⌠can we dance again?â You asked, going back to your shy nature.Â
âOf course we can, darling,â Kol smiled, holding his hand out for you to take.Â
He led you to the ballroom. You two danced for a couple hours until you started to get tired. Kol drove you back home and you went into your house, Kol kissing you goodbye. You closed the door, smiling widely and squealing to yourself.Â
Your phone rang and you answered it immediately, seeing it was Karina.Â
âHey! How did your date go?â She asked.Â
âUmâŚâ you sighed, the feeling of Kolâs lips on yourâs still there. You smiled again, fidgeting with your fingers.
âIt was good. Really, really good.â
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Elena starter for @storieswrittcnâ (this may or may not have gotten away from me, Remember you said you like novella. I also took part of the ramble part one but altered it also)
We are outsiders Living inside a broken world We are outsiders And I know sometimes it can hurt But it gets better yeah we'll make it through We'll stay golden when we're black and blue We are outsiders But we're not hiding anymore This is who we really are
It had been fifteen years since sheâd seen either of her brothers face to face. Fifteen years since Lee had spoken to the eldest. Fifteen years since she had thought of Mystic Falls, thought of all the ghosts that lurked within the town's shadows. Lee Salvatore had made it a habit to push anything regarding her brothers, that town, or their past to the deepest recesses of her mind. She had built life after life without them, embracing the warped gift of eternity. She hadnât truly looked back after sheâd transitioned. Finally able to become who she really was without the suffocating opinions of the church, her community, or her family.
It wasnât an easy journey. Slow in itâs progression. Leeâs aunt had always told her she was a soul gifted before itâs proper time; her sexuality, the way she was born, her passion and skill when it came to art, her desire to see the world. None of it fit in the 1800âs. But as times changed pieces of Lee started to belong. Each change brought new opportunities, allowing Lee to start to put herself together.Â
She was still an outsider, still judged--but what else would you expect living in a broken world? What didnât fit into the neat little boxes of peopleâs minds, what didnât fit the societal norm, was still given so much hate. The only difference was now there were those who fought for equality, unafraid to use their voices to promote change. Those people gave Lee hope, gave her strength. Finding those people throughout the last 145 years had shaped her.
Lee Salvatore was still an outsider, but she was also so much more. She was an artist, one with more aliasâ than she could count on both hands. She was a college graduate, several degrees tucked away in a safe. She was a traveler, passports filled with stamps and a mind filled with memories she had never imagined to have. But most of all, Lee was finally able to look in the mirror and accept the person she saw; the youngest Salvatore was who she truly was. She held no more self hate. No more whispers of ghosts past haunted her. She was an outsider, but she wasnât hiding who she really was anymore.
While Lee had taken the road of self discovery, her brothersâ hadnât. Theyâd been living in a siblings quarrel, at least Damon was. Stefan suffered at every turn at their brothers hand whenever they fell into each other's orbit or Damon specifically sought him out. Lee was drugged into it whenever Damon crossed too many lines, risking their exposure to the world.Â
Stefan had called her no more than seven hours ago asking for her help. There was a trail of bodies leading straight to town, âanimal attacksâ that couldnât be explained were catching the eye of news outlets. She hadnât even known Stefan was back in Mystic Falls. When Lee asked him why he couldnât just leave, he explained there was something holding him in Mystic Falls that didnât allow him to--something that could finally give him a sense of belonging--and refused to believe the attacks were Damon. All he wanted was for Lee to be there with him, help keep the spotlight off their kind. The vampire might loathe her brothers, wanting nothing more for them to be miserable, but she wasnât going to allow Damon to out them.Â
Which is why Lee was driving down the main strip on her motorcycle. The town was busy; teens scattered across the storefronts trying to enjoy their last hours of summer vacation. She came to a stop at one of the only stoplights in town, rolling her shoulders dreading whatever was to come when she reached the boarding house. The youngest Salvatore felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand, a shiver going down her spine, every nerve ending coming to life in a way she hadnât experienced in years. Lee let her head turn to the right, following the pull of whatever was happening.
âWhatâŚâ The lithe form of a brunette teen who was walking beside another girl was at the center of her focus. âTurn around.â Lee knew the brunette couldnât hear her words. Her plea was answered as she turned, eyes almost searching. Those eyes, thatâs what did it. âWho are you?â A horn from behind her snapped Lee out of her trance, for a nanosecond the two locked eyes. The vampireâs eyes hidden behind her aviators. The next Lee was pulling off, possibly faster than she should have been. Now she had the true answer of why Stefan refused to leave.Â
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Lee placed a few notebooks, her sketchbook, and a few pens into her satchel--the one sheâd had since she was a teen; a gift from her aunt sheâd never been able to part with. She glanced up at the ceiling hearing Stefanâs footsteps on the roof. A sigh left her lips, why had she agreed to this? She was roughly 160 years old and able to enroll herself in a Small Town America High School. It was ridiculous; a complete stalker move. There had to be other ways for Stefan to get to know this girl, if thatâs even what he was truly hoping to do. For how Stef had explained the situation, Lee could tell he was only doing this because of Katherine.
Subconsciously her thumb started to play with the band of her daylight ring. She was thankful for the chance of life Katherine Pierce had given her but there was so much Lee wished was different. Shaking her head to break out of her thoughts she moved toward her closet to get dressed. Lee scanned through her options, To be me or be who society thinks I should be? It was a debate she hadnât had in a long time. To make this work she couldnât disturb the waters between her and her brothers too much. A short laugh left her lips, that was a joke. The three couldnât be in the same room without starting something. As it was right now, it was just two of them. With that thought in mind Lee grabbed an outfit that would be her.Â
Guys white wash skinny jeans that werenât too tight to show her tuck, a grey and white hooded baseball tee that had a pocket on the left chest, her grey vans, and her black leather jacket sheâs had since the 90âs. She finished the look with a black watch. One more look in the mirror and she was pocketing her phone with one hand and slipped her satchel over her shoulder with the other.
She knew Stefan would already be off. His stalker-like tendencies being on overdrive since the âanimal attackâ last night after Lee had arrived. She ignored Zack who was in his office and headed to the garage, she wasnât going to run to the school. There wasnât anything wrong with arriving in style.
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Stefan met her in the parking lot. Lee took her helmet off and ran her fingers through her hair, glancing at her brother, her own sunglasses covering her eyes. âWhy do you always insist on dressing like that?â He asked, judgement clear in his voice.Â
âThis is me Stefan. You know that. Let it go. You asked for my help so take me as I am or I get on this bike and leave.â She told him. Lee wasnât going to put up with his judgement. The world had given her enough of that. Plus her brother had already had his fair share of giving her judgement when they were younger. âI hope you know what youâre doing.â Lee stated, âThis is definitely traveling into creeper status.â Stefan didnât answer, just turned to walk through the crowd of students covering the lawn reconnecting after a summer away. She moved into step beside him, she knew they stood out; leather jackets, both well built and confident in their strides, the aurora of not giving a fuck rolling off them both.Â
They finally found their way to the admissions office, standing shoulder to shoulder. Stefan handed over the file that was supposed to hold all they needed but Lee knew was missing more than a few things. She wondered which of the two would compel the woman. Stefan could but where all he drank was Bambi and Co blood who knew how long it would last. Lee sighs, sheâs ready to make the move when something behind them stops her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, her nerves firing up again, and she felt that pull to turn around. She also could feel a warm buzz in the air, a witch.
âHold up. Whoâs this?â The first female says, the witch.
The secretaryâs voice brings her back to whatâs in front of her, saying exactly what she knew was coming. âYour records are incomplete. Youâre both missing immunization records and we do insist on transcripts.â Lee glances at Stefan out of the corner of her eye. The last transcripts she had were college one's back in the 1980âs. She hadnât done high school since the late 70âs and that was only to get into Yale. Their art programs the top in the country.Â
Thoughts of the past make her miss her chance, Stefan is taking his sunglasses off, âPlease look again,â Lee adjusts her satchel hoping Stefan can do this right. âIâm sure everything you need for both of us is there.â Lee chews the inside of her lower lip, her free hand moving to remove her sunglasses just in case.Â
The secretary looks back down, âWell youâre right.â Lee tucks her sunglasses into the collar of her shirt as the woman looks back up at her brother. âSo it is.â Stefan-1, Humanity-0.
âThank you,â Stefan, ever the polite one, says. As they turn to go, Lee glances over at her brotherâs schedule. Seems they have all but one class together--Lee has art and Stefan a creative writing course. That works.
âYouâre welcome,â The secretary says, her eyes landing on the two teens in the hall. âAhh! Miss Bennett, Miss Gilbert Iâm glad youâre here. Do you think you could show our two newest students around?â She stands up from behind her desk to walk around to the siblings. âThis is Lee and Stefan Salvatore. I think they both have a few classes with you both.â Lee takes in who she now know as a Bennett witch, why the magic felt warm. She gives the teen a charming smile before the pull is to much, her head being forced to turn to the brunette beside her. The vampire takes her in, all she can see is someone new. Lee doesnât see Katherine when she looks at her. âHi,â The charming smile turning into a much softer one. âIâm Lee.â She offers her hand to the girl.
#v: outsiders & living in a broken world#r:elena#rs: her humanity#s: someone to light your path#tw:mentions of violence#tw: violent thoughts#tw: vampire
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YEESSS THANK YOU SO MUCH FRENCHY!!!! UR TOO KIND TO SEND IN QUESTIONS!! :3c
16. has the most scars?
Okay, I had to go back and double check this one cause I realized I have an affinity for giving characters scars hSKHGSKGH:S (whoops! I love combat/left-overs of combat as a narrative tool!) BUT... I believe the OC who has the most scars is Arizona! She's a wandering cowboy in an apocalyptic wasteland, so she's accumulated many scars over the years! Lots of minuscule and extreme origins alike, I imagine, as it's just a rough life and she runs into trouble whether she likes it or not. (Knife fights with bandits, bites from coyotes, nicks from barb wire, burns from dropping the campfire coffee). Arizona also knows that she is big and can take a hit, so it's second nature for her to be a shield from danger if she's traveling with others. (Tho special shoutout to Aubrey who has Died, and come back because of her Undying Pact. She has the potential to get hurt A LOT but she won't keep scars because she regenerates to a crazy degree.)
22. would be the best to get a beer with?
Tiller!! It's her instinct to just be best friends with everybody, so she'd be very welcoming and nice to grab a beer with. She'd listen to you whine about your day, or gossip, or ask your life story, or ramble on about hers, or try to make you laugh! (I also wanna give an honorable mention to Nox, if you wanna grab a beer and THEN get into shenanigans. Nox needs a specific vibe to get along with a stranger but if the vibes are good, they're GOOD!! However, she can't get this superlative cause she would NOT pay for drinks lmao)
28. is the most competitive?
For silly things? Nox. For more serious things? Mayday. Nox would want to do stupid dares at parties, and gets upset if she doesn't win at Mafia. Mayday gets angry if she's not Good At Stuff, and so she tries really hard all the time HHGSKGSDG. It gets under her skin if she loses a fight, or if someone knows more about a subject she thought she was the most proficient in.
32. is the most likely to be a twitch streamer?
I wanna say Tiller because she's so personable, and she talks to herself anyway so I think a twitch chat would be a good outlet for her. She'd play a lot of narrative based games and agonize over making the right choice cause she'd want all the characters to be happy lmao! I can also see her dragging her friends on stream to guest star, even if "guest starring" is them walking around in the background of her camera. If we're counting NPCs, I'm also gonna say Russell. They would hyperfixate and stay up super late doing 100% completion-runs of games. They would also abuse glitches all the time, but only the funny ones.
48. do you consider the most sterotypical/classic example of their class?
Hmmm!! That'd have to be Nox! It's probably the curse of "Baby's First DnD Character", but she's your Very Typical Rogue. And sue me! I still really like rogues!! I made a campaign where like all the NPCs are rogues lmfao! But anyway yeah, she's got it all: chaotic neutral, edgy backstory, bastard with a heart of gold, loves sneaking and stealing anything not nailed down. Oh well! It's was fun for me!! I think the only atypical thing about her is that she's a dragonborn, so you have this very tall and shiny lizard that supposedly has great stealth lol!
50. is or was your favorite to play in combat?
OGGHHHH I'm so torn on this... I think I'm gonna go with Tiller! (I know I also picked her for the fav roleplay, WHATEVER I LIKE HER A LOT!!) But druids are so flexible!!! I feel like I keep finding new stuff to do! Like I usually do have support spells and things prepped because I don't want my party to DIE... but I also love the capability of just doing batshit things in the middle of combat. And the fact that you can change around your prepped spells is sooooo nice, and makes druids feel like a wildcard. Like they can play support or do major damage!! (I can't wait until Tiller isn't nerfed anymore so I can go all out!) Also, special shoutout to my sci-fi paladin, Eva! One time I one-hit killed a boss because I crit on some attack that had like 2 smites stacked on it KGLSHDGLSDG so THAT was really fun as well!!
#asks#dnd#frenchy-and-the-sea#apologies that i pick Tiller for so many things HGLHDSGLSD#i promise i love all my characters!!!
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Inukag Royalty Au
A few months passed by comfortably and Kagome felt settled into her new role. She felt so much happier than sheâd been in a long time, enough to rarely think about what brought her there in first place. Being a Lady in Waiting came with responsibilities, but Rin never felt like work. If anything, Kagome treated her like her own daughter or thought of her as the little sister she never had. Maybe even a bit too comfortable... If she wasnât with Rin, she was with Inuyasha. They talked a lot and a crush had developed. She could tell he liked her too, but they both knew it wouldnât work because he believed she was just a servant, and he was already spoken for. So, Kagome did her best to push away those sadder feelings and focus on the positives. She was in a safe environment, happy, and living freer than ever. It wasnât worth stressing over.
âWhereâs Rin?â Inuyasha asked Kagome when he found her sitting in the garden alone at mid-morning.
âOh, hello Inuyasha.â Kagome looked up from her book. âThis morning Rin decided to go with her mother to the neighboring city for shopping. They told me I didnât need to accompany them, kind of like a mother, daughter fun day, I assume.â
âSo that means youâre free right now?â
âI guess you could say that,â she chuckled. âTheyâll probably be back around dinner time.â
âIn that case, would you like to join me for a horseback ride? You havenât had a lot of chances to see the surrounding areas, right?â
âNo, I havenât. But I guess Buyo wouldnât mind getting out of the stable either. He hasnât been worked much lately since Iâd arrived.â
âThen itâs settled.â Inuyasha held out a hand to help her to her feet. âWe can grab some lunch from the market before heading out.â
Within the hour, the pair were on horseback trotting along the road that led away from the castle city. There were a few areas close by that Inuyasha thought Kagome would enjoy seeing. For him it was days like this when he could forget that he was a Prince and just enjoy life. The woman had truly brought out a new side of him and it wasnât going unnoticed, but so far, the palaces gossip mill didnât dare to make it publicly known. It had steadily grown harder and harder to remember life before Kagomeâs arrival and Inuyasha didnât want to think about the day heâd have to leave her behind for some Princess he didnât even know. Ugh! Before Kagome, heâd accepted his fate subserviently to his fathers will, but now, the frustration grew like a weed in his heart. Heâd rather die alone at home, in the castle with Kagome around then be married in an unfamiliar kingdom on a loveless throne.
âWhereâs Miroku?â Kagome asked after some time. âIsnât he supposed to be with you when you leave the castle?â
âYeahâŚâ Inuyasha smirked with a glint in his eye. âBut I ditched him. Heâs probably still looking for me,â he laughed. âWouldnât want a third wheel when Iâm with you.â
The comment brought a blush to Kagomeâs cheeks as the manâs tone hinted more than an innocent rambling. âOhâŚâ she ducked her head in embarrassment. âIt is nicer without anyone else around. So, um, where are we going?â
âThereâs a pond,â Inuyasha pointed in a general direction. âItâs not much farther, with a small waterfall where we can relax and eat our lunch.â
âThat does sound really nice! Iâve never seen a waterfall before,â she sheepishly admitted.
âWow⌠you really havenât seen much, have you?â
âLetâs just say I was⌠sheltered for most of my life.â
âBecause youâre a girl?â
âYeah, they wouldnât let me go anywhere by myself.â
âI see. So, after they passed away you decided to do the opposite?â
âI know itâs odd for a woman to travel alone, but I didnât have anyone to turn to and I just⌠needed to get away.â
Inuyasha leaned back a little in his saddle using his legs to steady himself. âI can completely understand that. Everyone wondered why I used to be so irritable before Rin came along. She gave me a reason to stick around, but I really donât enjoy being a prince.â
âYou donât?â Kagome spoke slowly to hide the tremble in her tone. It was nice to hear someone else unhappy with that kind of life.
He shook his head. âSo many rules and traditions to follow. Everyone thinks our life is easy but the pressures⌠and being told what to do, being watched constantlyâ I hate it and then the whole arrangementâ⌠never mind.â His ears folded back as he glanced skyward. âWhat I wouldnât give to be free from all of it.â He turned to look at her. âLike youâ oi, did I say something wrong?â Inuyasha questioned when he saw the moisture filling Kagome eyes.
âNo, no,â she shook her head and smiled. âI get it. Freedom to choose how weâll live our lives is just, such a wonderful thing.â
Ever have a sense of connection while time stood still? Just for moment as the pair trotted side by side, their eyes holding a gaze like the world could fall away at any moment, but it wouldnât be noticed. Inuyasha didnât know how, and despite coming from such different worlds this woman⌠he knew she spoke the truth. She was feeling the same longing emotions as he was, the same which had driven her to leave home. What a strength to possess in standing up to traditions! Inuyasha let out a held breath. Kagome truly was one of those once in a lifetime meeting, heâll never find again. If onlyâŚ
Inuyasha snapped out of the daydream when he realized theyâd reached their destination. âF-follow me, itâs right through this tree line.â
He led them through a thicket of trees with the sounds of moving water guiding him towards the source. This hidden gem was easy to miss from the road, but it made for a perfect hideaway. Inuyasha would sometimes slip away from the castle and go there whenever he was upset. Not even Miroku knew about it and the prince wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. They tethered the horses near the water on a patch of grass, before finding a flat rock outcropping to sit down. Inuyasha then laid out a blanket heâd brought, and Kagome unpacked a travel basket of food.
âThis really is a beautiful place,â Kagome commented. âThank you for showing it to me.â
âYouâre welcome. Iâm just glad you like it.â
Kagome stretched out her legs and held herself up with her arms behind her relaxing and listening to the sounds around her. The pond was maybe four or five horse lengths from one side to the other, with a short waterfall that fed the pond, but it had no visible outlet. Perhaps it was connected to an underground stream that came out elsewhere. Not that she cared about such details. What mattered was the serenity of the area, so calming, soothing, the gentle rumbles of the waterfall, the birds in the trees, even the frogs croaking, or water bugs buzzing around in a strangely harmonious cacophony. As they ate their lunch amidst this entertainment, she couldnât help but think about coming back here again.
âI bet Rin would love this place,â Kagome sighed in contentment.
âShe probably would, if I was willing to share it with anyone else.â
She turned her head and was about to respond when she realized what Inuyasha was insinuating. âOh⌠so no one else knows about this place?â
Inuyasha shook his head no. âJust me and you. Only special people allowed,â he smiled.
As she adjusted her body to sit up, Kagomeâs voice quieted with hopeful undertones. âYou think⌠Iâm special?â
âKagome, look at the effect youâve had on my entire family. Rin loves you. My parents think youâre great, even Kagura likes you and that says a lot. Itâs pretty clear that youâre a very special person.â
âAh, I see,â Kagome breathed out a sigh mixed with relief as well as disappointment. âEveryone has been very nice to me, and Iâm blessed to have been so accepted.â
Inuyasha didnât respond immediately and when Kagome glanced up to look at him, she noticed he was staring at the water with a serious, almost pained expression. His brows were slightly furrowed, and jaw tightened. Should she say something? Maybe he was thinking and wouldnât want to be interrupted. Minutes ticked by, but the prince kept his eyes trained on the water. So, Kagome pulled her knees up and rested her arms on them to wait, letting the scenery pull her back into a daydream.
It frustrated Inuyasha that he kept having to reign in his emotions like this. He wanted to just tell her the truth, not cover it up with truthful lies. His family did love her, just not in the way he was beginning to. She was special to him, but it would be wrong to lead her on when there was no hope of developing anything more. Heâd do anything to make her happy and feel special every single day for the rest of her life. Finally, after several awkward minutes, he spoke up. âSomeone like you deserves the world Kagome, and if I could give it to you, I would.â
The comment made Kagomeâs heart melt, for she knew those words were coming from his own. Now she understood the turmoil lying just below the surface but appreciated Inuyasha trying to keep things platonic for both their sakes. She smiled softly as she fidgeted with her fingers. âI know you would, Inuyasha, and Iâd do the same for you if I could. These past few months have made me happier than any other time in my life, but even if this is all I get, Iâll still cherish the memories.â
Inuyasha let out a drawn-out exhale, his head hung, and ears drooped. âAnd I still wish things could be different. Fate sucks sometimes.â
Kagome surprised him by reaching over and placing her hand over his. âLetâs focus on the good stuff while we can.â She genuinely smiled although behind it there was a hint of sadness to it. âAt least we got to meet each other, and we get to enjoy moments like this one. Thatâs something no one can ever take away from us.â
He flipped his hand over and took hold of hers, giving it a small squeeze. âI donât know how you do it,â Inuyasha chuckled quietly. âBut I know youâre right. For you, Iâll hold out hope that things will work out the way theyâre supposed to.â And he meant it. Anything to keep a smile on Kagomeâs face.
Once Inuyasha noticed the sun had moved halfway towards the horizon, they decided it was time to head back to the palace. The pair trotted out of the tree line but pushed the horses into a light gallop after making it back to the main road. It was fun, albeit disruptive to Kagomeâs hair as it came undone and flowed behind her. Inuyasha had to hold back his admiration because she simply looked breathtaking like that. They slowed down as they neared the castle gate and he instantly saw a very annoyed Miroku standing next to his horse waiting for them.
âWhere the hell have you been!â Miroku flailed his hands at the prince. âAre you trying to get me in trouble?!â
Refusing to acknowledge the manâs tirade, Inuyasha just rolled his eyes. âWhatâs the big deal. Did my dad come looking for me or something?â
âNoââ
Inuyasha cut him off. âThen whereâs the fire? Whatâs got you so damn riled up?â
âBecause it was only a matter of time. And what are you doing with Ms. Tanaka?â Miroku questioned with an accusatory tone.
âLook, she hasnât seen much more than the castle, so I took her out riding. Nothing wrong with that, so donât be projecting your sick perverted mind on me,â Inuyasha growled back. âNow are you done grilling me cause weâd like to be on our way.â
âOne more thing.â Miroku moved closer so he could keep his voice low. âA visiting King from a small kingdom will be here by dinner time, so your father may call on you to greet the guest.â
âWhat king?â
âNaraku, from the Komorigumo kingdom.â
âThe creepy one?â
âYeah, that one. Heâs supposedly just passing through for the night on his way to the coastal port city and stopped out of respect.â
âI never did trust that guy.â
âNeither does your father, so thatâs why heâll probably ask you to greet him and keep an eye on him.â
âAlright⌠thanks,â Inuyasha mumbled. âNow if you donât mind?â
âNot at all.â Miroku then winked at Kagome. âMaâam.â
âMr. Hoshii,â she nodded her head.
âOkay, okay, thatâs enough,â Inuyasha grumped and drove his horse forward. âWe should get inside.â
âOkay,â Kagome responded and followed along.
After putting away their horses, the pair parted ways. Kagome went straight to her room to freshen up before Rin arrived home and Inuyasha went looking for his father. He wanted to find out if there was more to this visit than Miroku had known about, because King Naraku had a sullen and untrustworthy reputation. It was customary for visiting guests to stay in the palace, but Inuyasha wondered if they should increase the guards or put them on alert for mischief. He found the Inutaisho in his war room, but after several questions, Narakuâs visit appeared to be for a benign reason, just like Miroku stated. But he still didnât trust the man.
âFine,â Inutaisho acquiesced. âIâm not increasing the guards but have them instructed to watch for anything suspicious or unusual and to notify you immediately if they come across something.â
âThanks, Iâll make sure itâs done. Oh, will Naraku be at dinner?â
âYes.â
âMake sure heâs on the opposite side of the table from Ms. Tanaka. Wouldnât want him making her uncomfortable.â
âInuyasha, I still think youâre being paranoid.â
âBetter paranoid and be wrong, then miss something and bad things happen.â
Inutaisho laughed. âI guess I canât fault that logic too much. See you at dinner son.â
With Mirokuâs help, the palace guards and staff were put on notice under the guise of simply being on the alert with such a high-profile guest at the palace. When King Naraku arrived shortly before dinner, Inuyasha merely watched from the dining room doorway as his father and brother greeted the fellow king. His concern was intercepting Rin and Kagome as they arrived for dinner to make sure they avoided contact.
âUncle Inu!â Rin bounced up and hugged him.
He picked her up, holding her with one arm. âDid you have fun shopping?â
âYeah! I got some pretty new dresses!â
âThatâs awesome,â Inuyasha smiled. âAnd good evening Ms. Tanaka.â
âGood evening, your highness.â
âDue to a guest, the normal seating has been slightly rearranged,â he gestured for her to follow him. âIâll show you both to your seats.â
âThatâs kind of you,â Kagome smiled and did as she was told.
As the trio walked through the dining room. Inuyasha kept his side gaze trained on Naraku to see how he would react to an unfamiliar face. The man was already seated next to his father and brother chatting, but clearly aware of their entrance. For just a brief second Inuyasha swore Naraku was staring hard at Kagome but caught himself quickly once he saw Inuyasha looking in his direction and pretended not to notice Kagome at all. âWeird,â Inuyasha thought to himself. With human curiosity itâs normal to react to a new face, but not to ignore, especially a pretty one like Naraku had just done. He knew he couldnât say anything out loud about it, so he just stayed observant.
The rest of dinner went without incident until the Inutaisho invited Naraku to join he and Sesshomaru in another room for more official business. Inuyasha watched carefully as the three men left the room, but just outside of the door and his hearing, he saw Naraku stop his personal guard and whisper something in the manâs ear. The guard then glanced back at the dining table where the rest of them were still seated, and yet again he could have sworn the men were looking at Kagome!
Inuyasha leaned over and whispered to Kagome. âOnce you put Rin to bed, stay in your room and keep the door locked.â
âIs something wrong?â She whispered back. âIs it because of who you and Miroku was talking about earlier?â
âYeah. Iâm probably just being paranoid, but he just gives me really bad vibes.â
âO-Okay. Sure, Iâll just stay in my room reading.â
âGood.â
The following morning, Inuyasha woke up early to watch Naraku and his entourage leave. According to Miroku, no incidents were noticed, so he could breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps he had been a little paranoid⌠that is until his father mentioned something. Naraku had asked the Inutaisho about Kagome before leaving. Inuyashaâs father assured his son that it was just an innocent question since Rin had a different attendant the last time the foreign king had visited. Innocent or not, why would Naraku care about a servant? Inuyasha chalked it up to the fact Kagome was a beautiful woman, so it must have just gained that kings attention. But since nothing more came from it, he filed it away in the back of his mind for future reference.
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the blind date ⢠kim namjoon
PLOT â hoseok sets you up on a blind date with his best friend, namjoon, and it all goes up hill from there.
GENRE â college!au
WORDS â 6.3k
You attention is drawn to the entrance of the cafe as it opens yet again, your eyes searching for a man fitting the description your friend had given you. Although, right now, you werenât exactly in the best mood. You didn't want to go on this blind date in the first place, but it was a lot better than trying your hand at it yourself on the internet and potentially getting yourself murdered.
You sighed when you looked the guy over, no way was it that scrawny kid with glasses - although Hoseok did say his friend wears glasses from time to time, according to him his best friend was rather large in form. It's ten minutes past when he should have been here, you see as you clicked the power button on your phone. You heard the bell of the cafe chime but you don't bother looking up, busy unlocking your phone and sending Hoseok a message to tell him that his best friend didn't show up.
Before you could press send, however, someone called your name softly, and it was a little contrasting with his deep voice. You lift your head, eyes scanning over the - admittedly very handsome - man and he ticked all of the mental boxes to the description Hoseok gave you on his friend. He was wearing a light blue polo neck and a pair of denim jeans. What was strange was that he had one arm tucked behind his back while his other was stuffed with books.
You raised an unimpressed brow, handsomeness did not excuse his tardiness. "Namjoon, I assume?"
He nodded, a sheepish grin slipped onto his face, revealing the most adorable pair of dimples. "Guilty as charged. Y/N, right?"
"Yeah, that's me." You nodded back to him, crossing your arms over your chest. "So, is there any particular reason you're late, or are you one of those who thinks it makes you more attractive?"
"What? No!" His eyes widened and you would have found it amusing or maybe even cute. If he wasn't almost twenty minutes late to your blind date. Speaking of, you are never letting Hoseok talk you into anything ever again.
"It's not like that. I just, I got you these." The hand behind his back came out and there was a small bouquet of lilies and lavenders. You felt something inside of you go very gooey like, because those are your favorite flowers. "And I know it might seem old fashioned but Hoseok mentioned that you like flowers and that these are your favorites, so I went by the flower shop three blocks from here but the queue was longer than I expected and then they had to make the bouquet because they didn't have any in this specific arrangement and I am really, really sorry that I'm late."
You stated at him, opened mouthed and a little in shock at the ramble of words that passed his lips so quickly and nervously.
"Well," You cleared your throat. "As far as excuses go, I have to say, that's the best one I've ever heard." When he still remained standing, looking at you unsurely, you gave a small smile. "This date isn't really going to go anywhere if you don't sit down."
"Yeah, okay, right." He mumbled to himself, holding the flowers out to you. You took it with a grin, and couldn't help but smell them. You don't think you've ever gotten flowers from one of your exes. Not even on Valentine's day. This was a nice, refresh change, especially given your love for flowers. He placed the mountain of five books on the table, hands fiddling with them to have an outlet for his nerves. You couldn't help the smile that spread on your lips.
"What can I get you today?" A waitress asked as she stepped up to you, handing menu's to the both of you.
"Chocolate milkshake for me, thanks." You told her, and you looked at Namjoon.
"I'll have a iced coffee, please." Namjoon smiled at her and you could see the girl swooning a bit. Not that you blamed her, those dimples are killer. Still, this is your date, so you cleared your throat lightly.
"Right," The girl snapped out of it, cheeks reddening a bit at being caught. "Anything to eat?"
"Uh, I'm not really hungry right now." You look at your date. "You want anything?"
"I, um, I'm," He stammered a bit. "Yeah. Actually. Would that be okay? Some people say it's awkward when you eat on a date but the other person isn't, but I've been studying all morning because I was really nervous and I forgot to eat, so it just sort of caught up to me now."
You smiled, not being able to help yourself, his rambles are cute. "Not awkward at all. Knock yourself out."
"Thanks." Namjoon smiled gratefully at you and your stomach flipped, cheeks heating up. He turned back to the waitress and placed his order. Then he turned back to you. "Sorry, I know this isn't exactly an ideal date. I was late and showed up with a bunch of my books."
"Yeah, but you're cute and you had a really good reason for being late, so I don't mind." You smile widened when you saw the tips of his ears turning red. "Plus, you didn't make a comment about my choice of drink, a definite plus for you."
Namjoon frowned, "What's wrong with it?"
"Oh, nothing for me, but so many guys has said to me that it's not healthy and I need to be careful of to many sweet things because I can get fat." You rolled your eyes.
"That's . . . stupid."
"Yeah, tell me about it." You snorted. Not really wanting to delve any further into your other dates in front of this beautiful man, you changed the topic. "So, Hoseok tells me you want to be a Marine Biologist."
"Yeah," Namjoon nodded, his eyes lighting up at the thought. "I mean, I like all kinds of creatures and animals, but I've always loved Marine life."
"That's so cool." You couldn't help but gush, excitement coming easy for you due to your love of the ocean or just anything to do with the outdoors, really. "Do you want to work out on the ocean or in aquarium?"
"Well, I'm not really sure yet. Right now getting my degree is my number one priority." He gave a little chuckle as the waitress comes along with your drinks.
"I hear you, man, I mean, I know most people think that we dance students don't put a lot of work in, but they really don't know shit." You took a sip of your milkshake before you could say something really mean. Like what you think of those judging pricks.
"I get it, I really do. I've known Hoseok since high school, and I know how many hours he puts into getting choreography just right and perfect. You guys have your struggles just like we do."
"Exactly!" You couldn't help but exclaim, feeling like something was lifted from your chest because, finally, someone else gets it. "And you should hear my parents. They do not approve, like, at all. Always telling me how dancing isn't going to be enough for me to live on and I should have gone into law, so I could take over their business and ugh, it's just so frustrating."
"Sorry." He gave you an apologetic look.
"Why?" You gave smile a little smile. "It's not your fault. Anyways, what about your parents?"
"They approve of my choice, supporting me all the way and in anyway they can. But I can tell they sometimes worry that it's to much for me. Maintaining a scholarship is not easy." Namjoon told you, rubbing his neck as he spoke.
"Wow, they must be so proud of you." You stated at him in awe, respect towards him forming inside.
"I'd like to think they are." Namjoon smiled, eyes lighting up when the waitress arrived with his food. He looked at you, "You can have half, if you'd like?"
"No, thanks." You denied, looking at the large burger and fries. "I might steal some of your fries, though."
He pushed his plate closer with a smile. "Feel free."
The rest of the date went by a lot quicker than either of you would have liked. Before you knew it, you two were standing outside the cafe, bill split in two, and ready to go your separate ways.
"I really enjoyed this." You said, smiling up at him, because wow, he is tall. You also wanted to prolong this for a few more seconds.
"Yeah, me too." He was smiling, too, and you hoped it was because he liked this date as much as you did.
You two stood there for a while, just looking at each other, smiles slowly fading, nerves rising between you. Until you both spoke at once.
"Do you maybe want to go out again?"
"Would it be okay to ask for your number?"
You two burst out into laughter, and even when you calmed down, you smiled so hard, your cheeks hurt. "I'd love to go out with you again."
"You can have my number." Namjoon nodded with a happy smile, those dimples were really making you weak. "On one condition." He added.
You raised a brow, "And what's that?"
"You have to give me yours, too."
You laughed, head thrown back as a giddy feeing spread through you. You looked back at him, stomach fluttering. "Deal."
* * *
"So, how was it?"
"Did you get laid?"
You looked at your two friends, head moving from one to the other, who pounced on you the moment you set foot in the dancing studio. You gave them a look of disbelief.
"Okay, first of all, no, Jimin, I didn't get laid. Second of all, isn't Namjoon your roommate and best friend, Hoseok? And third of all, Jesus Christ, you two are nosey."
Hoseok pouted, "Yeah but he wouldn't say anything other than that it went well."
"It did go well." You confirmed, smiling as a warm feeling spread through your chest as you thought of Namjoon. You guys have been texting all weekend and this morning he sent you a heart eyes emoji at the end of his good morning text. That was good, right?
"Come on, I want details. I was the one who set you up, I deserve details." Hoseok whined.
"Nope." You sing-songed with a grin.
Jimin was pouting as he crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm not telling you about any of my dates ever again."
You smirk, "Does that mean you've finally done something about your gigantic crush on Jungkook?"
"No, and I'm not going to until he's eighteen." Jimin repeats for what seems like the hundredth time.
"And then you're going to jump his bones." Hoseok said with a wide smile.
"A whole two years more of celibacy. Well, technically a year and a few months. You know, I'm really starting to respect you for holding out that long." You noted matter of factly, then you smirked. "Poor Jungkook isn't going to know what hit him."
"Why would you even think that?" Jimin whined, cheek going a hilarious shade of red.
"Because one, we've seen him before. And two, we've seen how you look at him." You reminded Jimin. Jungkook has come to see a few times at the studio and you and Hoseok never let him forget it.
Jimin narrowed his eyes at you, "He's like, four years younger than you."
"Three years." You corrected with a concealed smirk, loving how you were getting underneath Jimin's skin. "And age is just a number." Hoseok sniggers next to you.
"Yeah," Jimin grumbled. "I'll remind you of that when they lock you up for going after someone who's still underage."
"Nah, I got someone else in mind." You told Jimin honestly, just now he stresses himself into a stroke because of your teasing.
Hoseok perked up at this, "Is this someone maybe named Namjoon?"
You rolled your eyes, but let out a resigned sigh. These two weren't gonna let up until you told them. "Yes, as matter of fact, the someone is named Namjoon. You happy?"
"Not yet." Hoseok shook his head, curious smile on his face. "What did you do?"
"We both went to the cafe you said, although he was twenty minutes late at first because he brought me flowers and the queue at the flower shop was long, and I ordered a chocolate milkshake and he ordered an iced coffee with a large burger and fries. We talked and figured that if we can have this much fun in a cafe, we might as well do it again. The end." You walked past Jimin and Hoseok, who were both gaping at you. The followed after you, both with excited looks on their faces.
Hoseok was practically jumping with excitement, "Does this mean you're going out again?"
"Yeah, this Saturday." You nodded, heading towards the equipment room, where everything from students' bags to mats and old mirrors were stored.
"Where are you going?" Jimin asked, evidently just as excited as Hoseok about this.
"Dinner and a movie." You said, feeling a lot more excited by something so simple than you normally did.
"That's so clichĂŠ. And cute." Jimin grinned.
"Thanks." You grinned, knowing that he didn't mean anything by it.
"You know, I have this big urge to rub both your noses in the fact that this is actually working." Hoseok commented.
"How's that?" You asked, bending your upper body to the floor and stretching your hands to your feet.
"Because neither of you thought the blind date would go anywhere." His voice was a little smug.
"It hasn't gone anywhere yet. This is literally just our second date." You rolled your eyes. "But we have been texting all weekend and he sent me a good morning text."
Jimin gasped, "That's so cute, I want someone to do that for me."
"Don't worry, Jimin, we'll get Namjoon to house train Jungkook." Hoseok quipped just as you switched to the other leg.
Laughter burst out of you before you could stop it, and a glance at Jimin's once again bright red face only made you laugh harder.
* * *
It was deadly silent between you and Namjoon as you walked out of the cinema. Finally you couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm sorry but," You started, laughing a little. "That was one of the worst romantic comedies I have ever seen."
"Oh thank God," He breathed in relief. "I thought it was just me."
"Nope, that was such bullshit. She chose her childhood bully? Okay, I can see the appeal of someone becoming a better person, but really? She'd have been better off with the post boy that gave her advice."
"I know right." Namjoon grinned, moving his hands a little as he spoke. "I'm surprised she didn't need years of therapy after everything he did to her."
You snort, humming in agreement. "Especially that humiliation by dumping ice cream on her head. You know what, I think he needs therapy too. That was such a waste of perfectly good ice cream. What on earth did his mother teach him?"
"I feel worse for the best friends though. You could see that they really liked each other, but never did anything because the two main characters had the whole rivalry thing going on. Which turned out to be some really backwards courting." He said with a light frown.
You nodded, "Yeah it was kind of shitty that they left that opened ended, but I get it. That might just be the most realistic part of the movie."
âA sequel about them might be nice.â Namjoon said and you nodded.
You looked down at his hand, wondering it was to soon to hold it. Then you decided to just go for it. No one ever got anywhere by being scared anyways. So, you took his hand, holding your breath until he moved his hand a little to lace your fingers together. You looked up at him, returning the shy smile he gave you.
Your stomach was feeling fluttery and your heart beat just a fit faster than normal.
"Hey, do you want ice cream? All that ice cream in the movie has given me a craving."
Namjoon nodded, "Sure. I think there's an ice cream shop in the food court."
You two walked to the food court, chattering about this and that, entwined hands swinging lightly between you.
* * *
"So, how do you feel about the aquarium?" Namjoon asked when you two were eating lunch that next Tuesday. It is the first time you two has seen each other since your movie date the previous Saturday.
"Uh..."
His smile dimmed a little, "It's okay if you don't like it, I was just asking."
"No, no, it's not that." You were quick to assure him.
"Y/N, it's really okay. I was just asking." Namjoon placed a hand on yours, squeezing to assure you.
"It's not that. Seriously. I just - and you're not allowed to laugh at me, okay? - but I haven't been to an aquarium since I was like a really tiny kid. And I don't really know much except the obvious." You were the one to ramble for once.
"Okay, that's not a problem. I know enough for both of us." Namjoon smiled brightly at you. "So, do you want to go on Saturday? With me?"
"Can we do it on Friday, instead? Jimin has been on my ass because I haven't been out with him and Taehyung in weeks."
"Yeah, sure." Namjoon nodded, still smiling, but looking a little unsure. "So, how did you and Jimin become friends? I think Hobi's mention him before, he dances with you guys, right?"
âYup.â You nodded, smiling at the memory of meeting Jimin. âWe met at the beginning of the year. See, I was put in school by my over enthusiastic parents a year early, so I graduated a year early. Most people in my classes are a year older than me, and when Jimin came in this year, it turned out that we were the same age and we kind of bonded over that. And with Jimin comes Taehyung, they're like a package deal. Just don't ever ask them if they're a thing because I made that mistake once and never again."
"So, are they?" Namjoon frowned. "A thing, I mean."
"Nope, but they are platonic soulmates and there is a whole discussion about it that you are welcome to enter with them as long as I'm not anywhere near." You told him. "And Jimin is in love with this high school junior who is really shy but really cute, and Taehyung has a lot of girlfriends. Not in the more than one at a time kind, more like a new one each time you see him. Anytime someone asks him about it, all he says is that heâs a very passionate person, but he never hurts them, so I mind my own business."
"Sounds nice." He commented.
"It is and they are." You grinned as an idea suddenly hit you. "Do you want to meet them?"
"What?"
"Yeah, like meet my friends. You can bring Hoseok and your other friends too."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely. It'll be fun." You clapped your hands in excitement.
"Okay."
* * *
"I can not, for the life of me, understand why either of you are so interested in my love life." You deadpanned, shaking your head at Hoseok and Jimin - the three of you laying down on the dance floor, sweaty and breathless.
"Because Namjoon won't tell me anything." Hoseok whined, passing the water bottle to Jimin.
"And I'm tragically single, so I have to live through you." Jimin added before gulping down water.
You sighed, "What do you want to know?"
"I heard that you two ate lunch together yesterday, is it true?" Hoseok asked, wide smile on his face.
You frowned at him, "How do you- you know what? Nevermind, I don't want to know. Yes, it's true. And he asked me out again." By the time you were finished talking, your smile matched Hoseok's.
"Nice," Jimin handed the bottle to Hoseok, who handed it to you. "Where's he taking you?"
"The aquarium." You answered dutifully, gulping down some of the water.
Hoseok tensed next to you, sitting up right, you and Jimin following suit. "Uh, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, don't get me wrong, or anything but Namjoon can get a little overexcited when near anything with marine life."
"I don't understand what you mean." You frowned, a little confused.
"Well, he's a genius. Like, literally. He remembers nearly anything he reads and he reads a lot about marine biology. And he will most likely talk your ears off about anything he sees." Hoseok said, biting his lip. "Most people don't like it, or they find it rude because he talks to much. It's why his last girlfriend broke up with him, she said he talks more about it than her."
"Isn't that's kind of the point of going on dates? To get to know someone and decide from there if you like them and want to know more." You asked, shrugging a little.
"Yeah," Hoseok smiled widely, clearly relieved. "Yeah, it is."
Jimin looked at you with a smirk, "Does this mean you like him already?"
"Oh, piss off." You groaned as Jimin and Hoseok burst out laughing.
* * *
"Are you sure this is okay?" Namjoon asked as the two of you stood in line to buy your tickets to enter the aquarium the next Saturday. He was wearing a loose grey v-neck with a pair of black skinny jeans and more than once had your attention been drawn down to his long legs ever since he showed up in front of your dorm room. He had enveloped you in a tight hug, the moment you opened the door and didn't let go until your phone dinged, signaling your Uber arrived. You liked it very much.
The question made you look at him with a light frown, "Why wouldn't it be?"
"Most people wouldn't really think of an aquarium as a date location." Namjoon said, looking a little put off by that fact.
"You bring all the girl's here then?" You teased, wanting him to relax a little, but all it did was make him tense up even more.
"No. Well, I guess, but not in the way you think. I mean, I did take my last girlfriend out to one but that was just to show her what I'm passionate about. I just," He stumbled over his words, not sure how to phrase it. "It's not something I use to get girls. It usually scares them off, as a matter of fact."
"So, you're trying to scare me off, huh?" You couldn't help your dry tone, mostly teasing but a smidgen of worry climbed into your heart.
His eyes widened, panicking a little. "No, no, that's not what I'm trying to do."
"Really?" You asked, an unexpected surge of hope going through you.
"Yeah, really. Look, I like you. And I just thought that I need you to know this side of me before I can like you even more and you end up getting scared off by it." Namjoon told you and to stared at him, stunned.
Then you smiled and blurted, "I like you too."
"Good, that's really good." He sighed in relief.
"Also, if I didn't want to come, I wouldn't have. Nobody can make me do anything I don't want to." You tell him, smiling when his shoulders finally relaxed.
You two buy your entrance tickets and go inside and just like Hoseok said, Namjoon starts talking your ear off about most of the marine animals you come across, but instead of feeling annoyed or irritated, you just feel an enormous amount of fondness. Which was a little surprising. And every time he turns to look at you, that sparkle in his eyes, your hearts speeds up a little and your stomach flip-flops pleasantly.
"So, why dancing?" Namjoon asked out of the blue, when you guys made your way to the outdoors food court at lunch time.
You looked at him in surprise, this was the first time that he's said something that wasn't marine related. Not that you minded. He has a really soothing voice, very nice to listen too. You took a deep breath, "Ever since I was little, I've loved to dance. I just, I would hear a beat and my body would move with it. I decided pretty young on that I want to spend my whole life doing this. My parents always hoped that I would grow out of it, they never approved because it's not a proper career. We had a big fight when I left last year and I haven't spoken to them ever since. But it's my passion, it's what I love. I have hope though, that one day they'll accept it. They haven't cut me off yet and they are still paying my tuition, so I guess they don't completely hate me."
"That's rough." He said sympathetically as you two walked to a food truck. The conversation between you comes to a halt while you order and wait for your food. When you're seated at a picnic table, across from each other, Namjoon says, "You know, they're your parents, they could never hate you."
"Okay, yeah, maybe not hate." You agreed with a nod. "But theyâre definitely disappointed."
"I don't know why though. I can't talk about your dancing, because I've never seen you dance, although Hoseok is always full of praises and awe, but you as a person, I do know. Kind of. And you are one of the best people I've ever met and they should be proud of who they raised."
"Thanks, Namjoon, that's really sweet and I wish it was that simple, but unfortunately it's not." You smile at him, a little sad.
"Why can't it be?" He asked, and you can tell he's a little confused.
"My family, uh, how to phrase this without sounding arrogant?" You give a humorless chuckle, deciding to just say it. "They're rich. Really rich. My parents owns one of the biggest law firms in the country and I am an only child. I was supposed to take the reins over from them, but I've never wanted to do that and if they haven't forgiven me by now, I don't think they're gonna do it anytime soon."
Namjoon's expression falls a little during your explanation, but you don't notice, keeping our eyes down cast on your meal.
"I don't know what to say." He admitted, voice soft and gentle. "I do hope it gets better though."
"Thanks." You look up from your food to smile at him. "Sorry, this isn't exactly second date conversation material."
He raises a brow, "Oh yeah, and what exactly does the dating manual say when is the right time to talk about what?"
You can tell by his tone that he's teasing and it works because a smile breaks through on the corners of your lips. "Fair enough."
After that, you notice that Namjoon has become more subdued. It gets a little better once you're back inside the aquarium and he's telling you all sorts of facts about sharks and stingrays, but some of the shine of the sparkle in his eyes has definitely dimmed. It isn't until he has walked you all the way up to your dorm that you ask him about it. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Namjoon gives you a smile and you see right through. It terrifies you a little, how much you know of him after just two dates. "I just don't think we should see each other again."
Your stomach drops, so does your entire face. It feels like someone knocked the wind from you.
"Why?" Your voice is surprisingly steady, not showing any of what you are feeling.
"Hoseok must have not told you, but I'm not like you. I don't come from money. My parents works hard to make ends meet and to take care of my siblings. I am here on a scholarship and I have a shitty job at an ice cream parlor. We don't fit, Y/N."
You look at him like he's grown a second head, "Who the fuck even cares about that stuff?"
"Your parents do, remember." He says, giving you a pointed look and reminding you of your conversation earlier that day.
"I don't care!" You voice raises a little and you take a breath to calm down. "It's my life and I get to choose and I choose you."
Before he can go on any further, you stand on your tiptoes and pull him down by the neck to kiss him. He doesn't hesitate to kiss back and you melt against him when he wraps his arms around you. He pulls away first, both of you are breathless and you feel like you might float away if it wasn't for his hold on you.
He whispers your name and you just know that you're going to fall in love with him. If you haven't started too already.
* * *
The next day it was the big day. Okay, maybe it's not that big of a deal, but it's been a while since you've introduced someone to your friends and strangely you don't remember ever being this nervous about it.
"It's going to be fine." You mutter to yourself, looking in the mirror one last time before grabbing your jacket and leaving your dorm. You all but skip down the stairs and then quickly make your way to the nearest bar where you, Jimin and Taehyung usually hung out. It wasn't to far the dorms and it wasn't expensive either - the perfect place for broke students to hang out. You smile widely when you see Namjoon waiting for you outside, like the gentleman that he is. He hasn't noticed you yet and you decide to look him over. Maroon button up, tucked into a pair of dark grey form fitting jeans with a pair of sneakers. As you neared him, you let out a wolf whistle.
His head, along with a few others who were loitering outside the bar, turned to you and you watched as a smile lit up his face. You stopped in front of him, grinning, "You look hot."
"Thank you." He ducked his head, smile turning sheepish as his ears burned. You barely resisted the urge to coo at him. "You look very pretty. I mean, beautiful."
"Thank you." You returned the sentiment with a light chuckle. "Come on, let's go inside before Taehyung comes out here." You smiled at him, taking his hand, warmth making your heart beat spread up a bit when he laced your fingers and squeezed your hand.
Inside, you were tackled into a hug. You let go of Namjoon's hand to hug back, laughing at your hyper friend. "Nice to see you, too, Tae."
"I missed you, it's been a while." He said, pulling away from you and stepping right in front of Namjoon. You resisted the urge to facepalm because while they are almost the same height, Namjoon is like twice Taehyung's size. "You hurt her, I hurt you."
"I'll let you." Namjoon said, expression unwavering as he didn't brake Taehyung's stare.
Finally, Taehyung grinned. "In that case, it's very nice to meet you. I'm Taehyung."
Namjoon cracked a smile and relaxed, "I'm Namjoon."
"Oh, I know." Taehyung quipped with a smirk. "I heard all about you from Jimin, who heard all about you from our dearest Y/N here."
"Shut up, Tae." You groaned, cheeks burning, grabbing Namjoon's hand and looking around the bar, sighing in relief as you spotted Jimin and Hoseok, pulling Namjoon along with you.
"So, you talk about me?" Namjoon asked, a slight smirk on his lips.
Ignoring your burning cheeks, you gave him a deadpan look. "I like you. Is it really that much of a surprise to you that I talk to my friends about you?"
"No," He shook his head. "I do it too."
"Then why is Hoseok always complaining that you never tell him anything?" You retorted with a raised eyebrow.
He snorted, "Because I don't tell him. I love him, don't get me wrong, but he knows you and he is terrible at keeping things to himself."
"Y/N! Namjoon!" A familiar voice exclaimed.
"Speak of the angel..." You sing-songed. "Hey Hoseok."
"Hey." He was grinning, like always, and fixed his gaze on Namjoon. "The guys are already here. I mean, my friends is your friends, so I just joined everyone together."
Next to you, Namjoon looked highly amused. "How many drinks have you had already?"
"Not much." He said and that's when you saw it. The flushed cheeks plus the drink in his hands. "I just got a few shots from some of my other friends from other facilities."
"Uh-huh." Namjoon nodded disbelievingly.
You arrive at the table, Jimin standing to give you a hug as Taehyung sat down next to a girl. You smiled at her, "You must be Hye-ji."
She frowned at you, "No, I'm Yeona."
âOh, I'm sorry.â You grinned apologetically, elbowing Jimin, who was snickering next to you. You lowered your voice to a whisper as you glared at him, "I thought the latest one was Hye-ji."
"It was, they split two days ago because she hates cats." Jimin was still snickering, so you elbowed him again.
"Jesus Christ." You muttered and glared at a smirking Taehyung.
Shaking it off, you looked at the four new faces at the table, who must have been Namjoon's friends. You smiled at them, waving. "Hi, I'm Y/N."
Namjoon took a step forward. "Well, these are my friends, Jin, Yoongi, Jackson, Mark and you already know Hoseok."
"Nice to meet all of you." You said, hoping that they'd like you.
Two hours later, it certainly seemed like your friends getting along perfectly â the alcohol was definitely helping. You and Namjoon were sitting next to each other, holding hands. You were giggling, well on your way to tipsy, as Jimin, who sat on your other side, told the story of how you and Taehyung got stuck in an elevator together a few weeks ago. It was just before you met Namjoon.
"It's wasn't my fault." Taehyung pouted.
"Rightttt." You drawled. "Because it was me who wanted to see what happened when you press every single button at once, even the emergency one."
"What can I say, I'm curious by nature." He smiled and you scoffed.
"I should have taken the stairs with Jimin." You said, leaning against Namjoon as the rest of them laughed.
"Why didn't Jimin take the elevator?" Namjoon asked, his hot breath hitting your ear and neck. A shiver climbed up your spine and you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling hot all over.
"He's afraid of elevators." You answered, turning to Namjoon and noticed how the space between you wasn't much.
"Why?" He asked, wetting his lips with his tongue. You're eyes followed the motion.
"I don't know," You answered distractedly, leaning closer and closer. "He didn't want to talk about it when I asked."
Namjoon's lips were just in your reach, when suddenly icy cold went down your back.
You reared back from Namjoon with a loud yelped, "Jesus, fuck. Park Jimin, I'm going to kill you."
You pulled your shirt away from your back, shaking out the ice cubes he poured down your back. You could hear the laughed from the rest of the table and if it happened to someone else, you might have found it funny too.
Jimin, the idiot, was smirking at you. "I thought you might want to cool off a bit."
"Oh, fuck off." You scowled, grabbing one of the stray ice cubes and launching it at his forehead.
Later that night, Namjoon was walking you back to your dorm, both of you a little tipsy, but not drunk. Your hands were joint and swinging between you as you walked, the cool night air heaven against your warm skin.
"So, that went well, don't you think?" You grinned at him, completely giddy.
"Yeah, very well." He agreed, smile matching yours.
You hummed happily, mind bringing up something youâve been thinking about earlier that day while you worked on some projects while doing laundry in-between. "Have you ever been ice-skating? I was thinking that we could go for our next date."
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He blurted suddenly and you stopped in your tracks, turning to him with wide eyes. It took you a second to decide.
"Yes." You nodded, no hesitation in your tone as you leaned forward to do what you've been wanting to do all evening. You kissed him, and he kissed back, long and deep.
"I could get used to that." You murmured when you pulled apart, out of breath, heart thumping wildly in your chest.
"Me too." He said, both of you smiling widely.
You realized that for the first time in a long while, you weren't just happy or content with life, you were euphoric. And it was all thanks to this man in front of you.
âSo, ice-skating?â You asked, still holding hands with your new boyfriend. Boyfriend. It made you want to squeal out loud.
âWe could try.â Namjoon nodded, grin matching yours.
You two start walking again, sometimes chattering, sometimes silent, but always happy to be around each other. You look up at the night sky.
The stars was gleaming above, you knew, even though you couldnât see them because of the city lights. Just like you knew your and Namjoonâs relationship could only get better from here.
the end.
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this poem is my confessional (loving you isnât a sin)
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A/N: big shout out to my man @sadwizardvibes for the inspiration AND for writing me a fucking song to go with this piece thanks for fueling my beauyasha brainrot man <3
If she was honest with herself, giving Beau that poem had been entirely an impulse decision. Yasha had told Jester she would work on itâwhich she didâand that she would find a special moment for it. But most of the moments she shared with Beau were special to her, so that didnât exactly narrow things down. She cherished every conversation and tried her hardest to keep Beau safe. Especially after the events at the chantry, Yasha appreciated every moment she got with Beau.
So, she had handed the paper over and prayed she didnât embarrass herself.
Beau had seemed flustered, touched, and Yasha had wanted nothing more than to kiss her then and there. But she had held back, because she wanted Beau to at least read the poem before anything else happened.
And then all of that insanity with Vess and Mollyâno, Lucienâhad happened, and Yasha found herself grateful nothing else had transpired between her and Beau. She hated to think the memory of their potential first kiss might have been marred by the events following.
Regardless, they were underway toward Aeor; the snowy landscapes were taxing, endless, and a little boring. Supposedly it was a good thing they had encountered none of the foretold beasts, but Yasha harbored a lot of pent up frustration and nerves. It would be nice to have something to take that out on.
At the end of their second day, Caleb set up his tower. He ushered them all inside to a haven of warmth and stained glass they were becoming steadily more familiar with. Dagon seemed understandably impressed with the magical structure and grateful for the guest room he was directed to.
Usually they would gather up for dinner together, but there seemed to be a silent, unanimous decision that exhaustion took precedence. They retired to their various rooms with yawns and quiet âgood nightsâ, safe for the time being. Yasha lay on her back on the cot in the room with the floral mural. She traced an absent gaze over the patterns, identifying flowers in her head and hoping it would lull her anxious mind to sleep.
She couldnât stop thinking about MollyâLucienâand what they would do when they caught up to him. Yasha couldnât stop thinking about Beau, about the poem she carefully tucked away to read later. Yasha couldnât help but remember of Zualla as she stared at the flowers on her wall.
There was a knock at her door.
Pushing to her feet after a moment, Yasha walked to her door to poke her head out. She was confused about who might be at her door at this hour until her eyes found Beau fidgeting on the other side of the threshold.
âHi,â Beau mumbled, hands behind her back.
âHi,â Yasha breathed back, opening the door a little wider. âAre you okay? Itâs late.â
âYeah,â Beau said, voice pitching up a little at the end in a tell Yasha quickly realized meant she was nervous. âYeah, I just uhâŚâ
Yasha raised an eyebrow at Beauâs nerves, unused to a Beau who floundered. She realized in the second before Beau pulled the piece of parchment out from behind her back what this was about. The Aasimar flushed pink and her eyes flicked to the ground, embarrassed.
âThis wasâŚreally beautiful, Yasha,â Beau mumbled, fingers fiddling with the edges of the paper. âBut I uhâŚI noticed this.â
Yasha chanced a look up, Beau extending the paper and pointing to a tiny note scrawled in the bottom corner. She had forgotten about that.
In her messy, cramped handwriting, Yasha had scrawled the word harp? She had been considering turning her poem into a song, because it was always easier for her to express things through music. Plus, she knew that Beau enjoyed her music, so why wouldnât she put it to chords? But Yasha ended up pushing the idea aside. It was one thing for Beau to like Yashaâs wordless performances, and a whole other for Yasha to direct poetry with music toward the woman of her affection.
âIt wasâŚjust an idea,â Yasha said with a half-hearted dismissive gesture.
âWould you play it for me?â
Yasha felt her cheeks grow warmer, more red than pink now. But before she could give it too much thought, the Aasimar felt herself nodding. She stood aside and let Beau into her room, leading the monk back into the chamber painted with flowers.
Beau sat cross-legged on the floor across from Yasha as the Aasimar tuned her harp. She took a little longer with the task than strictly necessary, just so she could freak out in silence.
Of course, she had prepared chords for this, because she had run with the idea. But Yasha shied away from it, losing her courage. Music was something that had helped Yasha heal, a meditation in her own way. It brought her peace and offered her an outlet for emotions she didnât quite know how to express. So, to have Beau sitting before her, eyes trained solely on Yasha, was intense and nerve-wracking.
If Yasha had learned anything, though, it was that she could trust Beau. The monk had been looking out for her, and for the entire group, since day one. Before Beau had trusted any of them, she had still been looking out for them. It was something Yasha admired about Beauâher capacity to care and to love despite everything she had been through. Beau inspired Yasha to keep fighting.
The least she could do was play this for her.
She didnât need the parchment back. Yasha had spent hours pouring over the words and the chords to make sure it sounded perfect.
Oh, oh Beau, Iâm grateful for you.
You waited while I wandered,
While everyone was wondering
If Iâd ever come back, you stayed true.
Her voice faltered slightly at the start, uncertain and underused, but she persisted. Beauâs eyes on her simultaneously made her nervous and strengthened her resolve.
Oh, oh Beau, you mean so much to me,
Iâve lost so many people,
I cannot fathom losing
The woman who has loved so fearlessly.
Yasha rarely sang. She used to sing for Zualla in those quiet stolen moments years ago. When they were out in the fields alone, walking or hunting or just existing to stare at the stars. She sang once for Molly, both of them a little past tipsy after a good night for the circus. He had told her she possessed a voice fit for performances, but Yasha had waved him off.
Her voice was sweet, higher than her speaking voice because she sang from her nose and her head. It threw most people for a loop, but Beau merely sat there and stared. Her blue eyes were wide with awe, lips slightly parted. If Yasha didnât know Beau couldnât be charmed, she would almost think the monk under a spell.
And Iâve ambled and trekked over miles and miles,
Every step lead me straight back to you.
You gave me the space to learn where I belong
And Iâll tell you right now, itâs the truth.
It was almost like nothing else existed. Yashaâs fingertips buzzed against the taut strings of the harp, her voice vibrated in her chest, and Beauâs eyes stayed fixated on Yashaâs face. This was all that mattered right now, and Yasha couldnât think of what existed before this, or what might exist after.
Oh, oh Beau, the one Iâm thinking of,
I want to hold your hand and
Stand quietly beside you.
I want to confess, youâre my love.
The last strum of her harp faded into silence, and Yasha reveled in the peace vibrating through her veins. She had rarely known stillness like this before discovering music.
Beau sniffed, and Yasha twitched as she startled, eyes snapping up to Beauâs face. The monk still stared at her, eyes wide and watering.
No oneâs ever written me a poem before. Yasha remembered the soft-spoken admission as a tear tumbled down Beauâs cheek. She guessed without asking that no one ever sung for Beau before, either.
âYashaâŚâ Beau breathed. âThat was incredible. Your voiceâŚâ
The Aasimar ducked her head, not even trying to suppress the smile pulling at her lips. Beauâs awe was so genuine, Yasha barely knew how to face it head on.
âI didnât know if you wouldâŚyâknow want to hear it like that. Or if you would just rather read it,â Yasha rambled, running her fingers with absent focus up and down one string on her harp. âSoâŚyeah, I mean, itâs a song, too. But it was originally a poem. For you.â
âYeah,â Beauâs voice cracked. âI donâtâYasha, that wasâŚincredible. Youâre incredible. You wrote that? For me?â
âOf course,â Yasha said, looking up again with a small frown. The note of disbelief in Beauâs voice upset her. Why wouldnât she write a poem for Beau?
âThank you,â Beau said, her voice overflowing with an emotion Yasha could empathize with, but couldnât name.
âI am glad you liked it,â Yasha said as she set her harp aside. She didnât know where to go from here. Jester had said Beau was waiting for Yasha to make the first move, and thisâŚwas this enough? It felt weird to question that kind of thing because Yasha had been married before. Theoretically, she should know how to do this. But then again, everything she and Zualla had done had been in secret. Yasha never learned how to express affection for someone openly.
And knowing what she did about Beau, Yasha figured that the monk had no better clue in any of this than she did.
âMaybe uhmâŚâ Yasha started, but stopped. She didnât want to mess this up. âMaybe after we finish this jobâŚwe could, yâknowâŚget dinner? Just us?â
Watching a slow smile spread and pull at Beauâs lips was like watching a sunrise. It began slowly, a little hesitantly, colors bleeding into and washing away the darkness of Beauâs uncertainty. It was a gentle harbinger that lasted a lifetime in no time at all. Then, between one blink and the next, the sun. Beau grinned with wild abandon, lips pulled wide to reveal her teeth, and eyes scrunching at the corners with the force of it. Yashaâs heart went giddy in her chest at the mere sight of Beauâs joy.
âIâd like that,â Beau whispered. There was the same quiet, awed excitement in her voice from when she first received Yashaâs poem.
Yashaâs cheeks hurt from how hard she was smiling. âItâs a date.â
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May I request cute Tails and Amy friendship? You can choose which version just them being cute friends? Maybe they defend each other when someone tries to mess with them? Love your writing
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Prompt:
âStill working on that observatory, eh, Tails?â
As Tails was about to hammer in on his half-finished âdome-effectâ he wanted for his upper-level room, he blinked a moment at the familiar voice and excitedly looked down.
âAmy!â
âThe one and only.â She winked, grinning widely.
He had managed to get half the curve of the wall done, a dark, steel grey for itâs base color as it held a half-finished walled hole where the large glass would be for viewing the stars. He would insert a self-made telescope between there, and design a way to bring the view as though a holographic light performance right into his âblack roomâ when he wanted to personally âsit among the starsâ.
âPermission to come aboard, captain?â Amy joked, placing a hand on the ladder and saluting him.
Tailsâs twin namesakes wagged in joy, smiling and closing his eyes as he nodded, âPermission always granted! B-but be careful of the rickety-â
âAh!â the ladder seemed to tilt as a piece of metal began to bend.
âAmy!â he was about to fly down but she summoned her hammer, wedging it into the place where the metal was bending.
âPhew~â she sighed out in relief, having some sweat trickle down the side of her face before climbing up again.
She removed her hammer and used it to place the metal back into the proper alignment again. âYou might have given me permission, but did you consult your ship on that decision?â
The two laughed.
âSorry about that. Everything is still a work in progress, and honestly, itâs kinda revolutionary if this actually works.â Tails scratched behind his head, then explained how new this technology and optical illusion trick really was.
âYeah,... kinda amazing, Tails.â Amy admired the work already done to give Tails a space to mediate and enjoy the nature of wonderful night sky above him. âI remember when I first met you, that the dark used to be such a scary thing for ya.â She kid, looking to him kindly but nudging him with a tease.
He blushed slightly, looking away, âWell... then you and Sonic showed me how beautiful it was! A-an-and besides that, Iâm too old for a night light.â he tried to seem so mature... but that pout made it obvious he just didnât want to be looked down upon.
âRight. So a big sky-show isnât the same thing?â She looked over to see he had already marked a place with some cushions, a reading-outlet to the side of the wall imbedded in with a shelf for the books, and a big fuzzy blanket. The tape read: Second Bed.
It all made her smile, âWhat a lovely little R&R space...â she lowered her eyes, wondering if he still got lonely like she did... and this was his way of coping.
He lived far away from the city, and although Amy lived down a winding road, she would visit the city often enough for groceries and other fun shopping sprees.
What did boys do to occupy their time?
âHeh, I wouldnât say a 3D projected model of a precisely positioned magnifying glass and hyperized telescope make for a sky-light.â he tried to defend himself, and it was rather cute to Amy.
âWell, I bet Sonicâll love to bunk here more often.â
The tone suddenly shifted as Amy and Tails both looked down, away from the other.
âHave you... heard from him lately?â Amy asked, almost worried that she already knew the answer to that question.
âNo.â Tails sighed out, before dramatically leaning back and letting his head fall back on his shoulders, âNot since Eggman last showed up.â
âYeah... heâs been rushing off more and more lately on some daring-dos that apparently donât require any of us to come along...â
There was a quiet somberness...
âYeahhhh...â Tails once again leaned properly back in place and dipped his head, scratching it softly...
He seemed friend-sick... and as Amy observed him more, he even looked starved for conversation.
âHmph!â She puffed up the side of her cheek, âWell, weâll have to give him the olâsilent treatment when he gets back this time too! Serve him right for all those times heâs left us behind on all the fun!â Amy rambled off, but Tails perked up a bit, looking over to her with a slight turn of his lowered head.
âYeah?â
âYeah! Just you wait! Heâll come back ready to tell us all his cool stunts on his new latest adventure, and weâll be just chatting it up about your awesome star project!â She posed with her arm out and her hand upon her muscle, as though Rosy the Riveter. âThat means we should wrap this little project of love up and really see what itâs made of!â
âY-you mean it?â Tails looked thrilled by her offer. âI-I mean, if itâs not too much trouble... I could use your hammer for a few things.â He looked down at the metal that had bent out of place. âYouâre strong arm means I could patch the rest of this in one hammer hit! Itâll remain sturdy if youâre strength! Ah...! Sorry!â he looked back over and saw Amy frowning embarrassedly, pushing her fingers together. He wagged his arms out to the side of her, apologetically. âI forgot... how you sometimes take the praise for your strength a little...â he felt awkward now, seeing her begin her usual spiel.
âBut Iâm... elegant... A-and lady-like when I do it... right?â She looked over to him as though pleading for his approval.
âO-O-of course, you are! I-I even remember Sonic saying something about it! Your hammer is super cute and only adds to your-! Uhh... c-charms!â Tails bundled his fists up and started shaking them profusely around, not sure how to convince her a âgiant hammerâ was somehow âgirlishâ but he did his best. âAnd besides, I donât care what anyone else says, Amy! Youâre super useful thanks to your strength! Just like I am with my brains.â
He was so determined to succeed in cheering her up that Amy couldnât bear to disappoint him.
She took in a deep breath and got over herself, straightening up. âYeah... well, I have to be strong, to look after and protect you and the others.â She ruffled up his hair and he laughed lightly, slightly moving away from her touch as a brother would to his older sister.
âIâm sorry that youâre sensitive to that.â He admitted, âYou really are super cool when you hit a robot miles away!â
She flinched.
âI-I-I meant that in a good way!â he shook his hands out again, âHonest!â
Amy just laughed, âI can cook too, you know. Why donât we finish building this thing and then Iâll make us something good to eat. We can turn it off with some smores and maybe crackers or something too later tonight!â Amyâs usual optimism was restored and Tails immediately caught on to itâs wave.
âWoah! You mean it! T-that could take all day...â His ears lowered just slightly.
âPfft!â Amy turned with a proud look upon her face, placing one hand to her hip as she sat off the edge with him and then slammed her hand to the top of his head again, making him flatten slightly as he was sitting slightly on his knees. He looked uncomfortable, like her force had made him do an unwilling âsplitâ sort of with his knees being parted and he looked as though in strained pain. âThink nothing of it, Tails! As you said before, my hammer strikes are good on one blow! Weâll have this done in no time, so..? Can I stay the night?â
He continued to flinch and twitch in the pain, âS-sur-sure, I-I-I donât mind... mmm...â he had a small tear forming at the right of his eye.
A few hours passed as the two worked hard, and finally, the dome was done and the telescope he had already completed for the room was successfully moved up to the upper-room... with a lot of back-strain and power from the two working together. Tails had to really test his twin-propelling tailsâs weight limit on how fast they could twirl to lift something, and Amyâs powerful arms and back were put to their ultimate test as well!
But somehow, the two worked great together, though bickered and taunted the other at times...
âYou can fly higher than that, Tails!â, âD-donât act like Iâm the only one lifting my weight here!â, âAH! What is that supposed to mean!? Iâm as light as a feather! And this is... nothing... compared... to what I can lift!â, âThen push harder!â, âYou fly harder!â, They both âggrrâd and finally got the massive telescope up that ladder...
When everything was set up, Amy put on a movie for Tails to rest and started cooking up some dinner. She wanted to leave room for the late-night snacks, and coming back in, noticed Tails wasnât watching the television.
âHuh?â She looked up the ladder to the room and smiled, seeing the computer light on as he must have been programming the telescope and other functions. âHe works so hard... he must be excited to show it off to Sonic.â she felt a slight bit of envy. She sighed, âNot like girls and guys can have that strong of a bond... botherhood and sisterhoods are really exclusive, huh?â she frowned, not liking the idea that she could never be as close to Sonic or Tails as the other was with them.
She called down Tails though, and they had a nice dinner together, complimenting their success as Tails hoped it would all work, but Amy told him not to worry.
âYouâre incredibly good at designing these technological masterpieces, Tails.â Amy scolded him for about to open his mouth to answer with food in it, and seeing her hand raised and her eyes closed while one opened slightly, he chewed and swallowed before continuing.
âW-well, that doesnât mean that their isnât going to be some error on my part involved...â
âIâm sure Sonic will love it. I know Iâm excited to see it.â She picked up his finished plate, going to wash them and as she removed her apron...
âSonic? I was building this for us to view it together, tonight.â
Her face shot up, touched.
Her heart seemed to rise up as though being elevated to a status it thought unattainable.
âR-really?â She always had felt a distance between the boys, and found it just seemed easier and less forced when interacting with Cream... but Cream was still so young too. She loved picking flowers! Donât get her wrong! She had just gotten really, really good at making flower crowns for so... long...
She placed her apron that she had borrowed from him down, planning to wash it if needs be as well, but turned back to Tails.
He didnât seem to notice how much that meant to her, already wiping his hands on his white fluff like he would if he was greased up in oil or gunk stains from working on his pet-projects like the X-Tornado and this Observatory. She puffed up her cheek, âI still need to teach you proper manners, huh?â she whispered under her breath, but smiled and touched her heart.
He was already racing up the ladder, and she immediately went into mother mode.
âAh! Tails! D-donât move so fast after eating!â she reached a hand up but he called down to her.
âBring up the treats! I think itâs loaded all the settings in by now! ... Yeah! Yeah it has!â
His excited voice sprang her into an excitement, âW-well, hold on! Iâm coming!â It was like he just called out that the fireworks were gonna start...
She rushed through the cleaning and threw the plates into the dishwater, a little rougher than she usually would like to and washed herself up before charging up the ladder. âDonât let it start without me!â
âHurry!â Tails called, and she immediately started to leap passed rings on the ladder to just reach out and jump pass a few steps.
âIâm here!â her quills looked a mess as she clung to the edge of the room, Tails rushing over and helping her up as she huffed and puffed in her strain to get there in time.
âHaha, and you tell me not to rush.â He teased her back.
âHmph.â she blew up her bottom bang of the three quills on her forehead and then smiled to him, cheekily, âIf I get stomach cramps, Iâm blaming you!â
âOver here!â He laughed a moment at her response but was too excited to show her what he had set up.
âAh... Tails...â Amy felt so important and loved then, seeing he had taken the large fuzzy blanket and got in it, opening a space for her to join him.
âS-sorry, is this too... um... close?â He squinted an eye, lowering his arm that was gesturing for her to intimately cuddle up within it and watch the show together.
She shook her head, holding back tears and hoping to not confuse him. âAbsolutely! I-I mean, itâs perfect! Donât change a thing!â she crawled down and got into the blanket, taking the other side as she felt Tails bouncing in his seat.
âOkay, good. Three... two... one... Ehem,â he cleared his throat, like a child about to press âliftoffâ on a rocket. âComputer! Activate Spatial Definity Mock 5 Advanced Overhead Project 3.2.7.â
Amy blinked her eyes rapidly at such a long line...
âWhat? You couldnât have called it, Sky-light?â she teased again, âFor nightlight?â
âQuit it...â He nudged her lightly, embarrassed she kept teasing him on that one. âIt sounds cooler this way... and it reminds me how long it took to set up the program and make it run right. I havenât tested this final version yet, so SDM5AOP 3.2.7 is a perfect name for-!â
âO-okay, as long as it makes sense to you.â she decided not to question it.
The whirling of a computer was heard and the two waited anxiously for the results...
âIt has to take a second to go through all itâs processing. Lots of... kinda like doors to hurdle through and collect data for.â He explained.
â...Do you... wish Sonic were here instead of me?â she looked away from him for a moment. âI mean... not that you would have a preference b-b-but...â she thought this was a bad, killing the mood he had tried to set up and wish she didnât say anything. âNevermind.â
âNo, I think youâll appreciate it more than he will.â
She felt that ranking skyrocket again, as though her tiny significance in life was suddenly bumped up again to a higher sphere of importance in this little fox boyâs life.
âW-... What makes you say that?â she was trying so hard to hide the sparkles in her eyes, but her quivering voice gave away how happy she was to hear that. No, not happy, overjoyed to know she was considered such a special friend to him.
âYou actually helped me complete it!â He spread his arms out as the first little light formed in the blackened room.
âAh!â Amy saw it first, marveling as it faded and then grew brighter and brighter to show the actual dimensions of the star that was currently in the sky, or at least, the radiance of it.
She marveled as he continued to talk, not noticing multiple other little constellations starting to form over his literal head and scattered all throughout the room. Accurate and pronounced, their distance was a miniature diorama of the actual space of the universe...
âI knew youâd want to see it... Iâm sure he would too, but Sonic would rather be in the stars then just viewing them... though he does all the time. Heh, I guess youâll be able to brag about how you were the first to see it! I-if it works or not... Itâs still a longshot, s-so... donât get your hopes up too hig-â
His face was yanked towards the direction of the star, then Amy started shaking his arm. âAh-AH-AHHHH!!!â she freaked out as a very distinct cosmic entity was defined in the space.
âAH-! AHHH!! IT ACTUALLY WORKS!â Tails flipped out as they both cried out-
âEARTH!â
Then, one after another...
 âThe Milky Way!â, âItâs the galaxy from Chrisâs world... and look! Hereâs our constellations!â, âOhhh! Itâs our solar system! Ahhh! Itâs so bright!â
â...Do you think Cosmos seeds found good land to grow on?â
The two suddenly stopped gawking...
Amy couldnât even look to him, and him the same.
Instead, she scooted closer to him in the blanket, felt his tails solemnly wrap around her for support and comfort, and placed her arm to his opposite shoulder to pull him into the gap of her neck.
He laid his head on her shoulder, tearing up.
âIs... is that why you made all of this?â Amyâs heart tugged on her vocal chords, making them choke slightly.
â...Yeah.â he admitted. âIf this was Sonic, I donât think heâd be willing to talk about it... not like you.â he looked down a moment.
âNo, donât look down.â Amyâs voice plucked up an octave. âLook at your amazing work, Tails. Look at how vast... how beautiful the universe is... Iâm sure youâll see evidence of Cosmoâs seed blooming all over the place. You know why?â
She ducked her gaze down slightly, moving her head to make sure she didnât obstruct his view.
He smiled lightly through his tears.
âBecause life never quits, thatâs why!â She pulled him into a half-hug and continued to snuggle up in the blanket. âHehe, because Cosmo would want you to look at these stars and know that sheâs everywhere. Smiling just as brightly as any of these olâstars and wishing you the best forever!â
She felt his shoulders bounce a little...
She knew Sonic would have done an alright job if he were here too, but...
She was so glad...
Holding him and tucking him in better into the blanket...
That she was the one he shared this whole project with.
That she was the one... who could dry his tears tonight.
-Author: And now I cry, wow, hands slapped together in a prayer really did wonders for myself in this prompt, how about you? lolol To those of you who actually did the gesture and wished me the best, this oneâs for you.
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I absolutely LOVE your drunk Bakugou scenarios and I was hoping youâd do another one??? Only if you have time and want to of course!
A/N:Â Drunk!bakugou and dad!bakugou are probably my favorite scenarios to write about so of course I loved writing this. Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy :)
Pairing: drunk!bakugou x female!reader
Warnings: swearing; alcohol
Word Count: 1499
âposted 03.04.2020â
The bar was unusually louder than most nights. Maybe it was because half of Bakugouâs agency was at the bar to celebrate Bakugouâs achievements, specifically for taking down a major villain that had been terrorizing the country for months.
Bakugouâs manager, Yamato, raised his glass to the middle of the table. âYou know, when heâs not being a pain in my ass, heâs kicking ass in the streets and I couldnât have asked for a better hero to represent. To Bakugou Katsuki; to Ground Zero!â
âYou asshole,â Bakugou muttered loud enough for everyone at the table to hear.
A round of laughter erupted from the table as everyone clinked their glasses with a, âCheers!â
Bakugou slammed his empty shot glass onto the table, reaching towards the center of the table to grab another.
Yamato eyed Bakugou. âHey, donât get too drunk, I donât want to give Y/N a hard time with having to deal with you.â
Bakugou scoffed, downing his second shot. âI never give Y/N a hard time when Iâm fucked up.â
Yamato raised a brow at him. âAre you sure? Do you even know how fucked up you get when youâre drunk?â
âPlease, how bad can I be?â
***
In the history of drunkards, Bakugou takes the cake for getting the most drunk in the shortest amount of time. Bakugou pulled out his phone from his pocket, fumbling it in his hand and nearly dropping it on the floor. He had gotten a text and he broke out into a grin seeing a notification near your contact.
Make sure you get someone to drive you back. Let me know if you need me to pick you up.
âLet me guess, Y/N texted you?â Yamato asked with a laugh.
Bakugou rolled his eyes at him, putting his head down on the table. âMy fucking head is killing me.â
Haru, one of the secretaries at the agency, clapped his hand onto Bakugou shoulder. âOh, come on. Youâre one of the top heroes and youâre telling me some alcohol is the one thing thatâll take you down.â
Bakugou let out a groan, causing Yamato and Haru laugh. Yamato sighed. âI might head back early. I should drop this fool off at home so Y/N doesnât have to come all the way here.â
âYeah, also the last thing we need is a bunch of news outlets covering stories about âPro hero Ground Zero found drunk out of his mindâ or some bullshit like that,â Haru huffed.
Yamato got up, putting an arm around Bakugouâs shoulders and pulling him up with his support. âCome on, big guy.â
Bakugou groaned once more and Yamato waved his colleagues good-bye as he escorted Bakugou outside. He open the back seat door, seating Bakugou down inside. Bakugou naturally laid down on the seat and was immediately knocked out. Yamato chuckled at the sight, getting himself into the driverâs seat.
As Yamato begun driving, Bakugou let out random murmurs in the back. âY/N.â
Yamato sighed. âEven in his sleep heâs thinking about her.â
Bakugou slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the headlights of the other cars blinding him. He rubbed his eyes, slowly sitting up. âWhere the fuck am I?â
âYou really donât remember? We were having a team dinner and you drank too much, as usual, so Iâm taking you home,â Yamato said, looking at Bakugou through the rear view mirror.
âIâm going home?â Bakugou asked. He suddenly leaned forward. âThat means I get to see Y/N, right?â
Yamato laughed. âYes, youâll see Y/N.â
âFuck yes,â Bakugou muttered, causing another laugh to erupt from Yamato.
A few minutes later, Yamato pulled into your driveway and Bakugou immediately opened the car door. Yamato got out as well, rushing to Bakugouâs side to make sure he didnât fall. âWoah, I know youâre excited to see your wife but take it easy.â
âThis is my house,â Bakugou muttered with a gasp.
âYeah, no shit,â Yamato said with a shake of his head.
Yamato helped Bakugou up the driveway and the porch to your house. He rang the doorbell, waiting a minute until you groggily opened the door.
You rubbed your eyes, greeting Yamato with a smile. âYamato, whatâre you doing here so late?â You asked, momentarily forgetting about your husbandâs whereabouts.
âJust came by to drop off some luggage.â Yamato stepped aside to reveal Bakugou barely able to hold up his own weight. It took Bakugou a second to realize you were standing right in front of him. When he did realize, he threw his arms around you.
âY/N!â
You nearly fell backwards from Bakugouâs sudden affection. Yamato pulled Bakugou up to make sure he didnât tackle you to the floor.
âThis dumbass,â Yamato mumbled. âY/N, feel free to call me if you need help bringing this idiot upstairs.â
âThank you so much, Yamato. Iâm so sorry that he causes you so much trouble.â You gently sat Bakugou on the sofa next to you.
âDonât worry about it. Heâs the reason I get a paycheck so itâs my job to take care of him.â Yamato smiled at you before waving good-bye. You closed the door and locked it as Yamato drove away, turning to your drunk husband.
âWhat am I going to do with you, Katsu?â You shook your head, kneeling down in front of him. Being used to how disorderly Bakugou can be when heâs drunk, you knew the first thing you had to do was take his shirt off to make sure he doesnât puke on himself. You held the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side. He groaned and mumbled incoherently under his breath as you proceeded to take his shoes off. As you were taking his pants off, your hands resting on his belt buckle, Bakugou grabbed your wrist. He pulled you towards him, causing you to fall next to him on the sofa.
âLady, I donât know who you are, but youâve got some nerve stripping a married man down,â Bakugou huffed.
You sighed. Here he goes again. âKatsuki, itâs me, your wife. Iâm just trying to get you ready for bed.â
Bakugou scoffs, pointing his finger at you as he continued to slur his words. âI know thatâs just some bullshit for saying that you want to fuck me.â
You sighed once more, getting up to grab him a glass of water and praying that this would help sober him up just a little. As you went to the kitchen, Bakugou continued his rambling. âI know you people. You people just like to fucking take advantage of pro heroes in hopes that youâll get some fucking money andââ
Bakugou was cut off by you bringing the glass of water to his lips, tilting his head back to make sure he drank the water. Bakugou drank the whole glass, wiping his lips and gasped. âY/N! Whereâd that other bitch go?â
You shrugged. âIâm not sure Katsuki, but youâre home now.â
Bakugou held your hands in his. âY/N, you know I love you more than my own life and anyone else in this whole world. And you have to believe me when I say that that bitch took advantage of me while I was drunk and she fucking stripped me!â
You feigned a gasp, cupping Bakugouâs face in your hands. âWhat? Are you alright, Katsu?â
Bakugou nodded, wrapping his arms around you. His head was against you chest as he squeezed you tight. âIâm glad youâre here though. I really missed you.â
You smiled as Bakugou hiccuped. Although taking care of Bakugou when heâs drunk is usually a hassle and can be a lot of work, he always was even more loving and caring than his usual sober self. You kissed his head. âI love you.â
âI love you more,â Bakugou muttered, rubbing his head. âYour boobs feel so great today.â
âWay to ruin the moment.â
Bakugou laughed, looking up at you. âIâm sleepy.â
You held his hands in yours, pulling him up and supporting his weight against your body. Luckily your quirk helped assist in half carrying your husband up the stairs and into your bedroom without any trouble. You laid your husband into bed, putting the blanket over his body. Going back downstairs to grab him another glass of water, Bakugou grabbed your wrist, refraining you from leaving.
âWhere are you going?â
âIâm just getting you another glass of water.â
Bakugou shook his head. âDonât leave; what if that bitch comes back again and pretends to be you and takes advantage of me.â
You chuckled. âShe wonât come back, Katsu, just go to sleep.â
Bakugou shook his head once more adamantly. He patted the space next to him. âBed. Now.â
You rolled your eyes humorously, crawling under the covers beside him and he wrapped his arms around your body. âDo you feel safe now?â
Bakugou hummed. âI always feel safe when youâre next to me.â
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No Matter Where
Part 4
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Yuchan x original character
Warnings? None here
Part 1 2 3
*BUZZ BUZZ*
Oh! I forgot to check Yuchan's phone!
I pull it out of my pocket and try to get comfy.
I had one newly missed call and 1 text.Â
I hate snooping through his phone. But it could be him. I unlock it. What if it's his girlfriend or something? Oh god, what if it is and I see something I don't want to?! Ew⌠ugh I hate life. I have to check the text at least.Â
Luckily it's from him:
Yc: Liliana, hey! Practice is impossible to get out of before you head to the club. Would you, I mean. By chance bring it by here? Not having it, is kind of a big deal to my members. I'd really appreciate it and so would they.Â
Oh boyâŚ
Um. Oh boy.
Me: I, uh. I can? I think? Just pray I can get away from the girls without them coming with or else it will be the most embarrassing night of my life.Â
Me: Sorry for replying late, I was being a human Barbie doll. XP
Now to devise a plan to get them to let me go. If they go with it, it'll end up one of two ways. 1) They're going to push me and I'll be so embarrassed I'll wanna crawl in a hole. Or 2) they will be so speechless that they won't know how to speak.Â
*BUZZ BUZZ*Â
Yc: Haha okay. So that means you are dressed up. Be careful if you are in heels, the sidewalks are a bit cracked.Â
We ended the conversation with where to go so I could meet him and return his phone. Plus, I had finally figured out a plan⌠I think? I hope. I start messing with the hair tie that was on my wrist, which normally I only do when I'm super anxious. Then I looked down and groaned..
"Ugh!"
"What's your deal?" Anya asks, eyeing me.Â
"I hate being dressed up." I say, not lying. Technically.Â
"Oh shut it and have fun. At least I gave you one thing. And that's only cuz Anya made me!" Ria said, crossing her arms.Â
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." I say, shrugging her off. Thank god she didn't notice me messing with my wrist, she'd know that wasn't the only thing up then.
"We're here!" Ria calls to us excitedly as the car slows to a stop.Â
"I'll pay I guess." I say, hoping they'll let me.
"Okay." They say in unison.Â
"Save me a spot in line while I do?" I ask pulling my wallet out of my bag.
"Yeah sure." Anya says and opens the door.Â
Once they're out, I turn to the driver.Â
"Excuse me. Sorry. Could you take me to this address? I'll pay for this ride when we get there." I say and at first I thought he'd protest, but eventually agreed.Â
"Awesome! When I say go. Go fast. Okay?"Â
I open the car door and the girls look at me.Â
"Guys! I'll be back as soon as I drop his phone off and get mine back! I'll be safe!" I say closing the door and telling the driver to go quickly.Â
We took off and I looked out the window to see the girls trying to protest me.Â
"Well that worked better than expected!" I said laughing so hard at myself.Â
I pulled out his phone from my pocket.Â
Me: I'm on my way. I managed to escape them XDÂ
Yc: Is that a good thing or bad? They are already blowing up your phone.Â
Me: Don't answer them! I'm only a few minutes out. I'll call them when I get there. Sorry!Â
Yc: Okay, I'll see you soon. :DÂ
Why am I so giddy? I'm so excited and I shouldn't be! I'm only going to exchange phones for crying out loud!!
Yuchan
I bit my lip and smile as I hit send on the message.Â
"Looks like I'm finally getting my phone back hyung." I say, chuckling.
"Oh yeah? Finally? From the one who stole it?" Donghun says giving me hell for the 800th time.Â
"Oh knock it off hyung! You know she didn't steal it. She's not even used it to call or message anyone but me.She didn't mean to." I say, rolling my eyes at the eldest of our group.Â
 I really don't think Liliana would do that. She didn't seem like that type. She probably didn't even know who or what I was.Â
"Earth to Chan!" Bk says, smacking me lightly on the shoulder.Â
"Oh huh?" I shook my head and stared at him.Â
"You good?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I reply.
"Still thinking about that girl you can't get your mind off of?" He says smirking, loud enough for the others to hear.Â
"Ah! Hyung! I don't think of her like that!" I could feel my ears getting red.
 That's the last time I try to talk to Byeongkwan about a girl. It's totally not what I need tonight. Not while she's on her way over here. Even if it is to bring me back my phone.
"You'll be just fine Chan. She was cute. Don't be dumb." Donghun says as he comes up and ruffles my sweaty hair.Â
"Ugh, why did I do that?" He says as he stares at his now -not his sweat- sweaty hand. Sehyoon and I started laughing so hard at that point. My nerves were exploding, I needed the outlet.
"Okay back to work you 4. Come on, let's go." Jun called to us to get off the floor.Â
"I'd like to finish this before 2 a.m. AGAIN." He says trying to be dramatic but being overly so.Â
"Oh calm yourself, Umbridge." Donghun says sarcastically making all of us burst out laughing even more as we got up to finish our late night practice.Â
Liliana
The driver pulled up outside of a dance studio. I paid him, plus I gave him an extra tip since he was acting as my getaway driver then I thanked him and got out. He drove away as I stood there looking at the place. It was late, about 10:30 p.m. I'd hoped he was still here.
I grabbed his phone out of my bag and called him. It rang and there was no answer. I did again. Same thing.
"Great, he's probably already gone." I say to myself. You always ruin everything Liliana.Â
"No. Now stop Lili. You won't start this."Â
Maybe he is still here and practicing. Good lord I look dumb too. Just shut up and go get your phone back, smart one.Â
I head to the door and pray it opens. Once I put my hand on the door handle and pull? It opens!Â
YES! Thank god! Oh shi- it opened. Now I have to go in.Â
Okay, I got this. I took a step in and looked around. It was dark. I could see but it wasn't well.Â
The walls were decorated with little drawings. I'd never seen so many. I walk up to them to look at them and get caught up in the designs of the faces and water photoshoots. It was all so beautiful!
*Buzz Buzz Buzz*
I almost screamed. The phone buzzing scared me so bad.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hello. Wait are you here? I thought I heard someone when the music paused." He said.
"I. Um. I am." I reply nervously.
"Oh! Okay, one second." I heard him answer from inside the room I was closest to.
Then the door opened and he stepped out. I immediately realized I hated what Ria put me in. He was wearing sweatpants, a sleeveless shirt that was way too big for him and Nike sneakers. He looked comfy and amazing. I was uncomfortable. Lord, pray for me.
He saw me, smiled that amazing smile and walked over to see what I was looking at.
"Hey!" He said enthusiastically.
"Hey. You realize it's almost 11 p.m. what are you still doing at, what was it, practice? This late?" I couldn't help but smile at him. My heart skipped and the amount of butterflies in my stomach were unreal.
He laughed.
"We, uh, we practice pretty late usually. Actually our schedule is all over the place. Sometimes it can be 2 a.m. before we're done."
"Oh wow! That's insane! I couldn't imagine that." I say, genuinely shocked.
"Yeah it gets hectic occasionally." He smiles. Ugh, be still my heart.
"Oh, before I forget. Here's your phone Yuchan." I say and hand it to him.
"Oh thanks! Follow me," he says walking towards the door he just came from.
"I'll have to go grab yours from the top of my practice bag. I don't know why I didn't bring it with me." He said shaking his head and laughing under his breath.
He opened the door and I followed him in. It was so much brighter in here and there were others. The guys from the coffee shop, too.
Man the girls would flip right now.
"Wow!" I said a little too loud, as I looked around. Yuchan stops and looks around at me. The others too.
"Sorry! Sorry. I've never been in a studio before." I say nervously twisting the hair tie on my wrist.
"Ooohhh, that's okay. Take a look around while I grab the phone." Yuchan smiled.
"Thanks! I may!" I say as I start walking around just looking at the set up of the place.
The mirrors are so huge! This is so cool. Then my eyes land on myself.
Ugh, god I look awful. I think and turn towards the radio equipment.
"I don't think so." Yuchan said coming up behind me and handing me my phone. I look up and he's smiling.
"I said that out loud, didn't I?" I said hiding my face in my hands.
"You did." He smiled brighter and I blushed.
My face was probably beet red now, like it got when I was embarrassed.
"Oh god." I say under my hands on my face.
"Don't be embarrassed it's okay, I don't think you look awful. I think quite the opposite actually." Yup, now I'm definitely blushing.
"Thank you, Yuchan. But even with my shoe choice?" I say holding my foot out a bit so he can clearly see my black and white high-top converse.
He laughed his high pitched laugh and his eyes smiled too.
I really love his laugh. God I hope I actually thought that one.
"Yes, even your converse look good with your dress."
"Why thank you sir." I laugh and curtsey like Alice to the Red Queen.
*Buzz Buzz Buzz*
"Ugh, I think I liked your phone better. It was quieter." I say looking down at Anya's number, "I'm probably in trouble." I say and grimace slightly.
I answer and hold the phone away from my ear since I know what's coming.
"LILIANA MAY! YOU ARE IN FOR IT WHEN I GET THERE!" I stare at the phone bewildered. I could hear Ria just as loud in the background. Yelling at me. Chan looked just as shocked as I did. He motioned that he was going to go and talk to the other guys while I talked to her, or attempted. What did she mean? And then I realized I forgot to turn off my location.
They got worried. I should have messaged them as soon as I got here.
"Anya, I'm fine. Stay at the club. I'll be back soon." I say trying to get the words between the angry rambling.
"We're already on our way you ass!" Yup. I am in trouble.
"Okay we'll just breathe. I'm fine. I'll see you when you get here I guess." I hung up before I could get yelled at more.
I play with my hair tie and walk up to the 5 men towering over me.
They're so much taller up closeâŚ
"Liliana, this is Jun, Sehyoon, Byeongkwan and Donghun. Guys this is my phone thief, Liliana." He said smiling and retaining a laugh.
"Hey! Th- tha- that's not fair! It was completely an accident! Your head knocking into mine mixed up my brain cells!" I was appalled he introduced me like that! But I couldn't help laughing when he did. Breathe Lili.
"Anyway! I'm sorry to interrupt your guys practice. I'm just going to go wait outside. My friends are apparently on their way to get me." I say looking down and just trying to avoid eye contact.
"What why?" Someone pipes up. I don't look up though. I tried to think of a better reason then I ditched my friends.
"I, uh. Um⌠I kinda sorta dropped them off and told the driver to go before they could realize what was happening."
That got a laugh out of them. The one Ria liked, Byeongkwan, was laughing and clapping his hands. Anya's eye catcher, Donghun, was covering his mouth silently laughing. The other 2 I hadn't fully paid attention to in the coffee shop that day, Jun and Sehyoon, were holding their stomachs almost rolling on the floor. Overall, Yuchan was just grinning. He knew the plan, even though the outcome was different.
Donghun finally caught some air, "So you mean to say that you ditched your friends to come meet Chan?" He still had a half smirk on his face. He was teasing me!
But did I? I mean I was returning his phone. I guess I kind of did. Shoot me...
"Well, I-, just believe me when they get here you'll know why I did it that way." I said my face was unbelievably red now. I could feel it.
"Now look hyung, you're making her blush, leave her be. She did bring the phone back like Yuchan said." Jun said, smiling but serious. They all smiled and Sehyoon just shook his head.
He must be the quiet one. I knew someone like that too.
"Well, as much as you want to avoid the confrontation that was coming from that phone earlier, in front of us, you're not going outside alone at 11 o'clock at night." Yuchan said with a very serious look on his face.
I don't know whether to blush or be agitated that he's trying to tell me what I can and can't do.
"It may be 11 but I can handle myself. And you heard Anya on the phone, maybe Ria too. It's not something I'd like anyone to see." I said firmly.
"No." Yuchan said, crossing his arms.
"Yuch-" I started.
"Chan's right Liliana. You're not going out by yourself. You can sit and wait. Practice isn't over so you can watch us." Sehyoon said, shocking me into shutting up.
I just nodded.
"Thank you hyung." Yuchan said, nodding at him. Sehyoon nodded back.
"Okay on that note, let's finish practicing." Byeongkwan said as he got up off the floor.
Yuchan walked me over to a seat and told me I could sit there. I took my jacket off and sat down, then proceeded to cover up my legs with it.
"What is it?" I ask, shyly. He was standing there, kind of just staring at me. I looked down to make sure I didn't have anything on me. Nothing that I sawâŚ
"Nothing. Nothing, you just look pretty in it, is all." He said and added, "Okay I've gotta get to work. Don't judge me too harshly." He smiled and went to get in the center of the studio.
So they're a dance group? They must be pretty good to be working here. I wonder what music they dance to. Just then the music starts and it sounds so amazing!
~Turn me up so they can hear this. Louder!~
I was intrigued. The way they began to move! So in sync. The way they moved was so mesmerizing, I couldn't look away.
The song ended and I'm not going to lie. I was sad.
I was speechless.
"I think we broke her." Byeongkwan laughed, looking over and seeing my astonished expression.
"What? No! I mean yes! That was amazing! I've never seen anything like that before." Okay, don't get over excited Lili.
Then I heard my friendsâŚ. Oh fudge.
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What we become - part 6
6 months later ------------ You checked out your reflection in the mirror for the 12th time, every 10 minutes in the span of 2 hours. Steve was late today. No! Â You were NOT nervous, you just wanted to look presentable. You were a reflection of the place you worked for and you loved Asgard so it was not totally absurd you wanted to make sure you were looking good.
"The blonde boy isn't here yet, please stop wasting time in front of the mirror and take those drinks to table #6" Clint grumbled.
Him sitting in your section 5 times a week and leaving cute notes (and some hefty tips) did not go unnoticed by anyone. And no one was subtle about it. From Loki to Thor to Clint to Gamora, everyone teased you endlessly.
"Seriously, I don't know what is holding you, or him, back. Just go out on a date already" Gamora said while tipping her head towards the door.
And in walked Steve, in all his smedium t-shirt and khaki pants glory.
His eyes immediately found yours and his face split into a big grin as he made his way to a table.
Sometimes you wonder how you didn't see until now how handsome he was, but you know for a fact that your perception of beauty changes as you get to know them better. Sometimes their personality makes them more appealing while other times it's the exact opposite.
You couldn't stop the smile that spread on your lips.
You neared Steve's table "You are late today"
Steve dopey smiled back "I got stuck at an event my father organized but I slipped away as soon as I could and then there was the usual traffic"
"I have told you so many times, we have another branch of Asgard near where you live, you don't have to make the hour long drive just for some beers" You smirked.
The first time you got to know how far he lives, you were slightly confused as to why he would drive all the way. He just shrugged and smiled, saying he liked the ambience of this place better. You didn't really believe him but didn't push him either.
Now? Now you kinda knew why he drove so far. It would be stupid to pretend otherwise but you couldn't pass an opportunity to tease him.
"And I have told you, I really like the ambience " Steve was not the shy fella who couldn't meet your eyes anymore. It took a while but he slowly lost his inhibitions around you.
And you? Well, your perspective of him changed the very day he saved your life. You were so grateful to him.
But as you got to know him better, you felt a lot more for him than just thankfulness.
"So your usual then?" You took out your notepad.
"No, not today. I am already late, maybe I will take a to-go bag for some snacks. Enough for two people" Steve had this look on his face.
You were disappointed and you hoped it wasn't obvious on your face.
"Oh sure, I will bring it up right now" You internally cringed at the high pitch of your voice.
"Oh no, no rush, take your time. I know your shift doesn't end for another 30 minutes" Steve was full on smiling now.
It took a moment for you to realize what he meant and you bit your lip to keep from smiling.
"Well that's very presumptuous of you Mr. Rogers. I might have better things to do then go out on a d.., accompany you to whatever secret cult meeting you drive an hour for" Steve laughed out loud before pressing his hands to his chest.
"The Perseids Meteor shower is supposed to peak today and the sky is clear enough for a good view. It might be something fun to watch "Steve lost steam by the time he finished his sentence seeing your stern expression " it's Friday night so I thought you wouldn't have classes tomorrow and work. The best time to view is after midnight and If you are not comfortable, I understand"
You did your best to keep your laughter in at Steve's rambling but maintained your serious demeanor "We will have a few hours to kill then, do you want to watch a movie"
"I totally... what?" Steve was giving you his signature puppy dog eyes.
You finally dropped the act and grinned "I have been begging Nakia for days but she claims that no astronomical event can keep her from her beauty sleep. I am so glad you asked. It would be so much fun. We can take some drinks too. We can stop by my place and grab a picnic mat. Do we need chairs? Blan..."
"Ok doll breath" the nickname just slipped out but Steve decided to act calm"I have everything ready. We can just pack some food and we are good to go"
You did a tiny jump. "I can't wait" --------------- 12 Months later
"See, both Mr. Darcy and Lizzi are seeing things through their own corrupt lenses" you supplied hazily
The warm weather and shining sun had almost put you to sleep.
Then there was Steve's warmth that radiated from where you were leaning against him. His cologne, his soothing voice as he hummed a tune now and then and the comfort of knowing he  was there with you.
Steve and you were sitting in your favorite park. You, with your books and Steve with his sketch pad, as had become the norm for Sundays. Steve always asked you what you were reading and you always asked him what he was drawing.
Steve would show you his sketch if you would give him a summary of the book you were reading and answer his questions. You borrowed a few books from Mr. Stark's library every time you went home.
There was something about reading a physical book that you loved.
You had grabbed your all time favorite this morning while stepping out to Steve's bike.
"Usually people assume that one character had pride while the other had prejudiced views but I feel that they both had pride and their own prejudices. For instance, Lizzy knows what Mr. Darcy is saying about her family is true and on occasions, she has pointed out the same to her mother and sisters, even her father, but she is wounded when Mr. Darcy states the same. Her mind sees Mr. Darcy is a spoiled rich man with no compassion or heart" you went on, now glancing at Steve "but we should always remember, never judge a book by it's cover... or initial few pages" you stuck your tongue out at your own silliness.
Steve had this wistful smile on his face "Yeah, sometimes the first few pages cannot tell you the full story"
"That's why I read all books that I begin till the end" you all but whispered to Steve seeing how close he had come to you.
"I am so happy that you do" Steve whispered back. Just one inch, that's all you needed.
And then Steve's phone went off.
You both jerked away.
Steve took the call while you hid behind your book for the rest of the day. ---------------- 18 Months Later
"You will call me as soon as you reach" you repeated for the 5th time.
"I will, first things" Steve promised.
Steve had been enrolled in a 1 year MBA from a university in another country, as per his father's wishes. Apparently, it was a rite of passage all children in his father's circle had to go through. You were told by Nat that James, or Bucky as she called him, had been there too.
Like that was supposed to make you feel better.
Not that you could ask Steve to stay. You weren't officially dating.
You didn't know what was holding Steve or you back. Well, you knew what was holding you back. You didn't know what you would do if Steve rejected you.
You were sure he had feelings for you but you still felt that there was a wall between you two and you had solid reasons.
You had never, not once, met any of Steve's friends. Not even as a friend.
He always came to you, the area where you lived. Never the other way around.
He hadn't added you in any social media accounts he had.
There was a small part of you, which was growing everyday, that believed he was embarrassed to be seen with you. Not that Steve ever made you feel like that when you were together.
But then there was this glaring fact that he never asked you out on a proper date. It was always a plan to 'hang out'.
And that he hadn't even kissed you yet.
And now he was leaving for 12 months.
"I will miss you" Steve looked at you with such a rueful smile that you had to look away.
"Well, I will be right here. Literally, I will wait for you right here, at the airport gate, with a bunch of welcome home balloons and a six pack of your favorite. Who knows, maybe I can convince Ms.Hella to start an airport outlet and I will meet you inside, waiting with your regular order as soon as you land" you tried to lighten the mood.
"I will touch down at the airport every weekend then" Steve smiled which did not reach his eyes.
"Don't make promises you can't keep Mr. Rogers" You turned to him and smiled, having reached the security check.
Steve was hugging you the next second. Arms squeezing you tight while he murmured in your ear " I will miss you sweetheart, So much."
You took a deep breath to hold your tears in "I will miss you too".
You stood like that for a moment. You pretended not to notice the way Steve smelled your hair and planted a lingering kiss on your hair.
You both reluctantly parted.
"I will see you soon stranger" you whispered and started stepping back.
You had to let him go before you did something stupid. But ultimately, Steve beat you to it.
He grabbed your arm as you were about to turn away, jerked you forward, and planted his lips on yours.
There was nothing soft about the kiss. It was bruising. It was months of pent up frustration, attraction and tension all coming to the fore.
One of his hands was tangled in your hair while the other was like a steel band around your waist. You didn't know when your hands ended up crushing the t -shirt material around his chest. It was all tongue and teeth and desperation.
When you both came up for air, Steve looked absolutely wrecked.
He held you close and pressed 6 more quick kisses on your lips.
I *kiss* will *kiss* miss *kiss* you *kiss* so *kiss* much *kiss*
With that, he loosened his grip on your waist and hair and stepped back. Hair out of place and cheeks flushed crimson.
He let out a deep exhale and turned around, speed walking through security, not looking back once.
While you stood there, rooted to the spot for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath and quell the butterflies in your stomach, wondering what the hell just happened.
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Hyacinth (Shalaska) - Freyja
A/N: hello!!!!!!!! remember when I said I wasnât ready to let wild flower go? Yeah. This is that. You can read this without much confusion if you havenât read WF, especially if youâre like me and just want fun times with jealousy, but thereâs a few spoilers in here, just fyi. I have at least one other spin off in the works - stay posted for more. I also want to thank @aqcitrus for writing the actual, you know, smut scene in here. Theyâre a real one and also a complete talent. Thank you to Frey for betaing on her first day off đÂ
I hope y'all enjoy!!
Summary: Sharon wonât stop flirting with Willam. Alaska canât quite keep her jealousy under control. Sharon thinks this is very amusing - and, just a little bit hot. Fluff & smut. 4k.
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Alaska adores their family dinners.
Itâs something that had started the week they got Sharon back, when everyone had functioned as a single unit with Sharon as the very annoyed, very grumpy epicenter. Theyâd actually been eating dinner together for the first time, instead of everyone grabbing something from the stewpot throughout the night, and theyâd had so much fun laughing and talking, that the behavior had stuck even after Sharonâs burns were long healed.
The dinners make Alaska feel warm, happy - with everyone gathered around and laughing at jokes that she makes, or listening to ideas she suggests, they soothe her still persistent urge to belong. She loves the proud, pleased gleam in Sharonâs eyes that appears whenever they first sit down together, loves to cuddle her by the fire and listen to Alyssaâs rambling with her eyes half-shut.
Alaska adores their family dinners. She just doesnât love the ones where Sharon and Willam sit next to each other.
Sheâs made the mistake of sitting with Detox tonight, in the hopes of continuing their conversation about the dresses theyâd seen in town earlier. Even as Detox discusses it, though, Alaska finds her attention drifting towards Sharon and Willam more often than not, Detoxâs voice fading almost entirely into the background.
Theyâre not doing much, just giggling together like a pair of idiots, but Alaska hasnât quite been able to brush away the jealous possessiveness that springs up whenever Sharon does so much as smile too softly at the other woman, Willamâs wistful retelling of their affair wedged in her mind like a bullet stuck between her ribs.
âIâm no oneâs bitch, Willam,â Sharon is saying, laughter in her voice. âYou can get your own bowl. Second bowl, I should say.â
âThat was mean,â Willam says, surprised, lips quirked into a half smile. Alaska resents the way her eyes never leave Sharonâs. âFor that, you have to get me some.â
âNice try.â
âWhat if I told you Iâd owe you one?â
Sharonâs smirk curls in the way that means sheâs terribly amused, and Alaskaâs agitation makes her tap her toes a little. She tells herself sheâs being ridiculous, and she tries to turn her attention back to Detox, more than willing to distract herself from Willamâs coy smile and Sharonâs glittering eyes.
She falls back into Detoxâs rant about bustles with only a little difficulty, making sure her eyes are on Detoxâs expressive gestures rather than Willamâs subtle ones. Off of the way Willam had touched Sharonâs arm with that expression on her faceâ
Again: sheâs being ridiculous.
She manages to listen to Detox for around two minutes before Willamâs voice grabs her attention again, a little louder, now that Sharonâs making her way towards the pot of stew. Evidently, sheâs given into Willamâs pleas. Alaska has to push down the jealousy that immediately starts bubbling at the idea.
âHate to see you leave,â Willam says, her crooked smile firmly in place as she watches Sharon bend over the stew, âlove to watch you go.â
âMiss this ass, Willam?â Sharon calls back, filling Willamâs bowl without so much as a glance behind her. Alaskaâs heart does a little jab in her chest.
âEvery goddamn day,â Willam says. âMiss mine?â
âYou wish.â
Alaska doesnât think her blood pressure has ever been this high, up to and including when sheâd shot Solomon in the span of less than a second.
âShar,â Alaska calls, and miraculously, her voice doesnât shake. She can only wish that shooting someone would solve her problems right now. âReady for bed?â
âI donât know,â Sharon says, and she straightens up, turning back to look at Willam. She raises an eyebrow. âIs Willam?â
âOnly if youâre in it,â Willam says, and Alaska suddenly stands, possessive anger making her a little jumpy. Irritation flashes hot in her chest at Willamâs cocky smirk, and she starts speaking before she can really think about whatâs coming out of her mouth.
âSheâs not going to be,â she snaps. âSorry, youâre out of luck.â
Willam raises her eyebrows at her, smile falling, her mouth parted with surprise. Alaska bristles as Sharon speaks from behind her, her voice soft with confusion.
âLasky, whatââ
âForget it,â Alaska says sharply, a little embarrassed by her outburst, but too angry to do anything other than run away. âIâm going to bed.â And with that, she starts towards their tent without a glance behind her, eager to get away from Willam and her flirting and her stupid affair with Sharon.
She looks back only when sheâs reached their tent, half expecting to see Sharon only a few paces behind her. She jolts a little when she turns to find nothing. Sharon is still by the campfire with the rest of the women, her lips twisted in thought. Alaska rolls her lips between her teeth as Sharon walks over to hand Willam her bowl, the two exchanging small shrugs and laughing slightly, Sharonâs brow drawn together in a sort of goofy confusion.
Alaska is on the edge of committing her second murder.
She rips the tent flap open with more force than necessary, and she ducks inside, jealous anger and hurt granting her the strength to kick her boots off so hard they go flying to the other side of the tent, hitting the canvas with sharp taps and making it waver with the impact.
She stands by the entrance in her stockings, glaring at the canvas, crossing her arms over her chest and resisting the urge to march down to the fire pit and drag Sharon back with her. She can only imagine what she and Willam are saying to one another, and it has her gritting her teeth.
Itâs probably better that she wait for Sharon. Better than starting a fight in the middle of the fire pit.
Sheâll be here soon, anyway - if she knows whatâs good for her.
Alaska sits down in their mess of blankets, anger still itching under her skin, and she waits, picking at her nails to pass the time and watching the light outside turn from a warm orange to a grey blue to pale moonlight, listening to the distant laughter by the fire slowly trickling away. Itâs only around half an hour, but Alaska can feel herself getting more upset with every minute, images of Willam and Sharon in various stages of intimacy flashing through her mind relentlessly.
Alaska lies down, glaring at the tentâs ceiling. She clenches her hands into fists, and she tries to tell herself that sheâs being ridiculous. It doesnât help. Sheâs just starting to wonder if she should go back to the fire pit to see whatâs going on when she suddenly hears Sharonâs voice growing louder as she approaches the tent.
Alaska relaxes, letting out a breath of relief. Sharon is coming - Alaska can just-
âYou canât say you havenât missed this.â
Willam.
Alaska immediately tenses again, irritated beyond belief and a little betrayed. What the hell is Sharon doing with Willam? Inviting her to fucking sleep with them?
Alaska would rather eat glass.
âI can say whatever I want,â Sharon says, and Alaska can hear the smirk in her voice. She clenches her fists harder.
âI used to be able to make you say anything if I tried hard enough,â Willam says, and Alaskaâs breath gets caught in her chest. Judging by the brief silence on Sharonâs end, sheâs not the only one. The idea that Willam is able to take Sharon off guard has her sitting up, her anger once again making her restless with the lack of an outlet.
âYou certainly had your job with Raja for a reason,â Sharon eventually says, and that smirk is still coloring her words. Alaska huffs, disbelieving. What the fuck.
She listens as they come up in front of the tent and stop, the smell of cigarettes wafting in as Sharon stomps hers out. âTrue,â Willam says. âYou sure you donât wanna invite me in?â
Alaska bites back her own immediate âyesâ, crossing her arms over her chest for lack of anything to do, her fingernails digging into her palms as she continues to squeeze her fists.
âIâm pretty sure,â Sharon sighs, and Willam laughs, the sound of it grating on Alaskaâs ears. God, if she would just shut upâ
âYour loss,â Willam says, cheeky, and Sharon snorts.
âIâll cry into my pillow,â she says drily. âNight, Wills.â
âNight, Shar,â Willam says, and Alaska rolls her eyes at the nicknames, jealousy threatening to burst out of her at any moment, an absurd possessiveness curling itself around âSharâ. Thatâs Alaskaâs - Willam can stick to âShazâ or whatever else comes out of Jinkxâs mouth.
Alaska makes sure sheâs standing when Sharon ducks into the tent, the crisp night air and cigarette smoke coming in with her. Alaska wants to melt at the familiar smell, wants to lie down and curl herself around Sharon like she would normally, but Willamâs âyou canât say you havenât missed thisâ has her anger snapping back quickly.
âTook you long enough,â Alaska says, crossing her arms again, and Sharon blinks at her tone.
âJesus,â she says, tugging her gloves off as she gives Alaska a strange look. âWere you waiting for me?â
âObviously,â Alaska says, and Sharon frowns.
âWhatâs with this attitude?â she asks, taking her hat off and tossing it onto one of the crates. âDid I do something?â
âDid you do something,â Alaska repeats, her voice flat with incredulity. âYeah, you fucking did something.â
Sharonâs eyes widen, and she takes a step forward, looking concerned. Guilt can already be seen in the set of her mouth, and Alaska thinks she has to know that what she was doing with Willam was wrong.
âWhat did I do?â
âPlease,â Alaska snorts derisively.
Sharon makes a frustrated sound. âAlaska, I canât fix it if I donât even know what youâre angry about.â
Irritation pops in Alaskaâs chest sharply. âWhat do you think Iâm angry about, Sharon?â she snaps. âThink about it!â
Sharonâs gaze drifts off to the side as she thinks, her brow still furrowed in confusion. âWas it something Willam sâ oh.â Sharon cuts herself off with a sudden huff of realization, and Alaska waits for her to fall to her knees, begging for her forgiveness.
Instead, Sharon looks at her like sheâs trying to hold back a smile. âDid you get jealous, Lasky?â
Alaska feels a blush rush to her face before she can even try to stop it, bristling. âShe was flirting with you, Sharon. And you were flirting back.â
Sharon shrugs, trying and failing to keep the corners of her mouth from curving up. âWe do it all the time, Lask,â she says. âIt doesnât mean anything.â
âThen stop doing it,â Alaska shoots back. âYouâre mine.â
Sharonâs eyebrows raise, and her smile turns into a smirk, a new expression flickering across her face too quickly for Alaska to read. âOh, am I?â she asks, and possessiveness flares up in Alaskaâs chest.
âOf course you are,â she snaps. âObviously.â
âIs it really so obvious, though?â Sharon asks, rolling her eyes up like sheâs thinking. Questioning. She even taps her chin for good measure. âI donât know, doll.â
On some level, Alaska knows sheâs being teased. This doesnât stop her anger from sparking in her stomach, and she takes a step forward, arching an eyebrow. âExcuse me?â she asks, and Sharon shakes her head.
âIâm just not sure,â she says. âI think you might just have to show me.â
Oh.
Realization clicks in Alaskaâs mind, and it doesnât take long for her to warm to the game, the urge to do something about the jealousy licking at her heart nearly overwhelming. âFine,â she says, and she takes another step forwards, so that Sharon is pinned against one of the tent posts.
The smirk on Sharonâs face is infuriating, and Alaska is determined to wipe it away. She closes the gap between them and kisses Sharon roughly, teeth pulling at her bottom lip until she lets out a little whine. Alaska kisses down her face, nipping at her jaw and pushing Sharonâs hair away from her neck so she can suck at the pale skin hard enough to leave a dark, angry mark. Sharon is short of breath already, and Alaska makes another mark, pulling back to admire her work.
Willam wonât be able to ignore them - theyâre red now, but Alaska knows theyâll turn purple and stand out against Sharonâs complexion. Everyone else in the camp will know who made them, and the thought makes her smile to herself.
âThat all you got, doll?â Sharon teases, but itâs a little more breathless than before. Alaska kisses her again, breathing in the smell of cigarettes on Sharonâs skin, and takes the liberty of unbuttoning Sharonâs shirt until itâs hanging open. She slides a hand up Sharonâs warm sternum, then moves sideways to grasp her breast and squeeze it lightly, thumb circling over her nipple.
Sharon moans, trying in vain to flip their positions, but Alaska grabs her wrists just in time.
âI donât think so,â she murmurs, pulling Sharon down and away from the tent post. She overshoots it a little, and the two of them end up falling on top of the mess of blankets on the ground, Sharonâs wrists still stuck in Alaskaâs grasp. Alaska hesitates, unfamiliar with being on top, and Sharon locks eyes with her.
âCâmon, baby,â she breathes, her voice a little more high-pitched than it usually is, âI thought you wanted to show me who I belong to?â
Itâs enough to spur Alaska into pinning Sharonâs hands over her head, her free hand tracing down Sharonâs naked chest. Her shirt has fallen open completely, her torso bared for Alaska and Alaska alone. She ducks her head down to swirl her tongue over Sharonâs nipple and hears a soft gasp that motivates her to continue.
When sheâs sure that Sharon wonât move her hands from above her head, she lets her wrists go and uses her newly freed hand to unbuckle Sharonâs thick leather belt. The button of her trousers is next, and then Sharon is lifting her hips so that Alaska can slide them down her legs and toss them in the direction of her bedroll.
Sharon is wet, wet enough that thereâs a small patch on her underwear thatâs darker than the rest. She spreads her legs shamelessly, and Alaska admires her for a moment. She feels a flicker of pride at the sight, knowing that sheâs the one who made Sharon this wet. Not Willam, not anyone else - just Alaska.
âYouâre beautiful,â she whispers, and the hint of a blush appears on Sharonâs cheeks. Her fingers press against the wet spot on Sharonâs underwear and she caresses it lightly, making her hips buck up in frustration. Alaska feels no shame in drawing it out for Sharon, feeling just the slightest bit vengeful as she teases her lover for longer than is probably necessary.
âJust - touch meââ Sharon chokes out desperately, squirming beneath Alaska. Sheâs never acted like this before, never let Alaska completely take the lead and drive her crazy the way she drives Alaska crazy most nights. Thereâs something beautifully intimate in her submission, and Alaskaâs heart swells.
She takes mercy on Sharon and draws her soaking underwear down her legs, settling between her thighs. Sharonâs fingers immediately tangle in her hair, pushing her forward, and Alaska bites back a smile at how needy the motion is. Alaska closes the distance, licking her slowly, and Sharon gasps.
ââLaskaâŚ.â The soft moan of her name awakens something in Alaska, and she licks Sharon again before speaking, her own arousal making her voice a little breathless.
âLouder.â
Sharon shudders, and thereâs a flash of recognition on her face as she realizes Alaskaâs aim. Alaska remains motionless between Sharonâs legs, waiting for an answer. If Sharon wants fulfillment, she has to do what Alaska wants.
âA- Alaska,â she moans, louder this time. Alaska rewards it, tongue working against her, slow and teasing, and Sharonâs fingers tighten in her hair. Sharon whimpers as Alaska changes the pace at random, never quite keeping one tempo for too long. Itâs a far cry from the first time she was between Sharonâs legs - now she knows exactly what Sharon likes and what will drive her to the edge. The thought has satisfaction blossoming in her stomach, adding to the heat of everything.
Her arms wrap around Sharonâs strong thighs, pulling her closer as her tongue laps at her wetness, and Sharonâs back arches like a strung bow. Sheâs close, hips stuttering against Alaskaâs mouth, and Alaska smirks as she pulls away. Sharon lets out a broken whine.
âLouder,â Alaska says again. Sheâs breathing heavily. âLet her hear you.â
Itâs clear from the look on Sharonâs face that itâs the last thing she wants to do, and Alaska canât blame her - Willam will, no doubt, tease her mercilessly for it. Alaska also canât quite bring herself to care. She flutters her tongue over Sharonâs clitoris for a brief moment, and Sharonâs moan goes up a pitch.
âAlaskaâŚâ Her breath catches in the back of her throat. Alaska knows sheâs close. âAlaskaâŚâ Alaska redoubles her efforts, showering Sharon with affection and pleasure. Sharonâs thighs close around Alaskaâs head, trapping her exactly where she wants to be.
âLet her hear you, baby,â Alaska repeats, the words muffled against Sharonâs thigh. âYouâre mine.â
âAlaska!â
Itâs a long, desperate cry, and Alaska wouldnât be surprised if it echoes across the entire camp, Sharon convulsing with pleasure. Alaska licks her gently through her release, grinning when the vice of Sharonâs thighs finally releases her with a little twitch. She pulls herself up to kiss her, fingertips dancing over her bare skin, and Sharon greets her eagerly. Itâs sweeter than their previous kisses, Sharon completely spent and Alaska too smug to be anything other than happy, and Alaska collapses next to her when they part, still grinning from ear to ear.
Sharon laughs softly, flushed and sweaty. âI almost didnât think you had it in you,â she says, teasing, and Alaska gives a gentle swat to her shoulder.
âIâve got a lot in me that you donât know about,â she tells her, and Sharon chokes on a laugh.
âYeah?â
Alaska frowns. âWhatâ oh my god! I hate you!â A laugh bursts out of her without her permission, warmth creeping across her cheeks as she swats at Sharon again.
âI would hope not,â Sharon says, a goofy smile on her face as she shifts a little closer. âThat would give five minutes ago a whole new context.â
Alaskaâs stomach dips. âWas I too rough?â she asks worriedly, looking into Sharonâs eyes for any sign of upset. âWas Iââ
âNo,â Sharon interrupts, laughing a little. âNo, doll, you were perfect. Maybe a little cruel at the end there, but I might have been asking for it.â
ââMight haveâ?â Alaska repeats. She sits up to look at Sharon properly, raising an eyebrow. âDo the words âshow meâ ring a bell for you?â
Sharon flattens her lips into a thin line, biting back what Alaska knows is a shit-eating grin. âPossibly,â she says, and Alaska rolls her eyes.
âYou literally asked for it,â she says.
âFine,â Sharon relents. âI asked for it. It was worth it, though.â
âIâm glad you had so much fun,â Alaska says drily.
âMe too,â Sharon says, smug.
âI hate you,â Alaska says, but she canât quite keep a straight face. Sharon grins.
âPlease, you love me.â
âThat, too,â Alaska says. âWorst thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
âSure.â
âIâm serious,â Alaska says, as seriously as she can manage, which is not very much. A cool breeze blows through the tent, coming in through the flap that Sharon hadnât tied properly, and Alaska shivers. âJesus, itâs cold.â
She lies back down, searching for a suitable blanket to pull over the both of them. Sharon laughs. âItâs not that bad, Lasky.â
âIt is.â
âIâm the one lying in the nude, here.â
âYou have a shirt on,â Alaska says teasingly, pausing in her search to poke Sharon in the stomach. Sharon slaps her hand away.
âBarely,â she snorts, motioning to how itâs completely fallen open. She then shimmies it off, tossing it in the vague direction of her coat with a pleased smirk. âThere. Fully nude.â
âYouâre an idiot,â Alaska tells her. She doesnât hesitate to take Sharon in, however, transfixed by the expanse of pale skin before her. Sharon smirks.
âYou donât seem too upset,â she says, and she plucks at Alaskaâs shirt. âThis should come off.â
âSo you want me to suffer too?â Alaska laughs, but she raises her hands to the buttons anyway. âIâm cold already!â
âThatâs why we have body heat,â Sharon says, snuggling closer and making the process of taking her shirt off much harder. Alaska canât quite bring herself to push her away, however. âAnd a lot of fucking blankets.â
Alaska hums in response, flinging her shirt at the set of drawers and starting on her pants, rolling them down towards her ankles and kicking them off. Sharon props herself up on her elbows as she watches, a sinful sort of smile curling its way across her face.
âSex,â she adds, eyes raking over Alaska hungrily, âsex warms you up, too.â
Alaska laughs, but heat is beginning to pool in her belly, the sight of Sharon laid out next to her like some goddess a little too much to handle. She ignores it, however, in favor of her heavy eyelids, and she shakes her head, smiling at Sharonâs pout.
âItâs late,â she says, turning back to the blankets and willing the butterflies to stop fluttering around in her stomach. âAnd I think everyoneâs going to have enough to talk about tomorrow.â
Sharonâs resulting groan makes her giggle, and when she turns to pull her chosen blanket over them, Sharonâs lying down again, her hands covering her face. âDefinitely a good mood killer,â she says, her voice muffled, and Alaska laughs.
âMaybe you should think twice before you start mentioning Willamâs ass,â she says, and Sharon scoffs.
âWillamâs ass is hardly worth this,â she says, and Alaska yanks the blanket over them, lying down and snuggling into Sharon, perhaps a little more vigorously than she would have before Willam had been brought up. The twinge of jealousy is small, however, so she finds it easy to lapse into a comfortable silence, closing her eyes and just listening to Sharonâs steady breathing, relishing in the way their legs intertwine so perfectly.
They lie like that for a while, Alaska drifting further and further into sleep, contentment a comforting weight in her chest. Sheâs so far from the domestic life sheâd been raised for, sleeping in a tent in the mountains with a woman wanted by all 48 states, but she doesnât think sheâs ever felt more at home. The strange domesticity she has with Sharon is special, and her heart swells at just the thought of it - this is hers. Theirs.
âYou really donât have anything to worry about,â Sharon whispers suddenly, sounding sleepy. âWith Willam, I mean.â
Alaska lets out a breath, tracing vague patterns onto Sharonâs ribs. âI know. I think I know,â she amends, when Sharon makes a skeptical sound. âYou just havenât told me your side about you and Willam, and when she told hers, it just seemed like⌠well. Iâm prone to jealousy.â
âIâll tell you soon,â Sharon murmurs, burying her face into Alaskaâs collarbone. âAnd I canât say Iâm complaining about the jealousy.â
âI canât believe you would take advantage of me like that.â
âWell,â Sharon sighs. âThatâs me. Deal with it.â
âDo I have a choice?â
âNot really.â
âYouâre lucky I love you.â
She can feel Sharonâs smile against her skin, and the feeling making her toes curl.
âI love you too.â
#rpdr fanfiction#sharon needles#alaska thunderfuck#willam belli#shalaska#western au#lesbian au#smut#wild flower#freyja
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・シďžďžď˝Ľ â introduction.
introducing ... violetâs demise ! aka grayson aka her big brother sheâs been wiring money to stay away in europe <33333
name: grayson swag money jeon age: 22 turning 23 (donât ask me about his sign thatâs for liza to figure out someday <3) gender: cis male; he/him hometown: baltimore, maryland sexuality: bisexual & biromantic
listen i was feeling rlly committed to completing his stats but iâm already over it so donât ask dont tell xx anYWAYS letâs get on to the juicy stuff hehe
i tend to ramble a lot so this intro is gonna be probably a mixture of paragraphs and bullet points and everything in between but letâs start simple. also i rlly wanna emphasize a massive DRUGS TW bc his character largely revolves around his interest in and addiction to drugs
blackmails
grayson is claiming that he's been in a rehab program for the last year and is now completely sober and reformed when he really was just using the money to party and travel throughout europe.
without his parents paying to support him now, he's had to start dealing to make ends meet and keep up appearances. itâs mostly coke, but he dabbles in harder substances depending on what his connections can get him.Â
grayson dabbles with calligraphy and was notorious for forging excuse notes and parent signatures all throughout high school and even now sells forgeries for a quick buck. the most notable of these was xaviâs letter of recommendation that helped him get into yale.Â
background
grayson is violetâs older brother!!1 yes, thatâs right, THE big brother whoâs been out of the country getting LIT (and by lit i mean heâs been traveling europe on a series of solo trips w his parentsâ money and doin lots of recreational drugs)
i havenât fully fleshed out the dynamic he has w his parents but just know itâs ,, bad ASDHFJNK basically the jeons treated their children like accessories and expected them to be their little trophies and grayson just was not having that as a kid!!! so he acted out a lot and obviously got himself into a pretty bad scene (thank u goosie) and is basically the bane of his parents existence at this point <3 yet they still try to appease him to keep him under control but thatâs for the family task to work out hehehehe
despite hating his parents, he adores both of his siblings. before the drug use started, he was always a big nurturer and would have done anything for either of them......now he wouldnât be caught dead praising violet but he loves her in secret from afar HSJDFKG
yeah basically he met goose when he was around 15 i think????? and got introduced to drugs around 16 or 17 i wanna say and by the time he graduated high school he was just....a much different person than the soft big brother he used to be. his parents sent him off to europe pretty much as soon as he turned 18 under the guise of going to school internationally, but grayson obviously knew the truth and understood that he was being sent away so he wouldnât be his parents problem anymore.Â
he basically spent the last four years galavanting europe and just....trying to enjoy it???? but itâs hard to enjoy an extended vacation when u have no family or friends on ur side anymore </3 he basically used the money to stay in hostels and worked odd jobs here and there to stay afloat and keep supplied w the...special goods....but yeah lots of drugs, alcohol, sex, and recklessness but he DID learn a couple languages??? or at least enough to get through some pretty basic conversations in most european countries so <3 guess itâs all okay then!!!!Â
anyways idk what else to put here that u wonât just find out in the family task so uhhhhhh idk lmk if u need anything else i guess
present/personality
so now grayson is just vibing at yale obviously ummm he actually got super into writing after high school, especially poetry. he used to carry journals full of just random prose about his addiction and his deepest thoughts, as well as probably some lighter stuff about his love escapades or maybe goose idk...basically he used poetry as an outlet and it allowed him to really ground himself and find his place in the world even if it didnt include who he thought it would SO with that being said, grayson got into yale due to a poetry competition he was a part of. he saw some big fancy competition being advertised and on a whim decided to submit some poem about his struggles with addiction and losing his family (a v raw piece that he didnât expect to ever see the light of day) and he actually ended up winning! it caught yaleâs attention and they invited him to apply and, knowing how much it would probably disturb his little sister, grayson very smugly applied and was pretty stoked to see he got inÂ
because that poem gained such publicity, it was assumed that he was a survivor of addiction and was writing from a sober perspective. he didnât want to correct anyone, so he just went with it and has basically crafted this story about his massive success and has become an advocate for addiction treatment and rehabilitation. of course, none of the companies that sponsor him or the events that host him as a motivational speaker know that heâs snorting lines in the bathroom beforehand or dealing to half the elites, but thatâs between grayson, god, and the blackmailer !
basically grayson showed back up because of violetâs blackmail being exposed. he was off in europe, unable to defend himself, and with a massive vendetta against his family so he decided what better way to reenter society than by publicly outing himself as a martyr <3333 his plan is basically to bash the family name to fulfill whatever angsty coming of age arc he has in store for him to make up for the pain of being sent away .... really angsty yeah </3 rip graysonÂ
anyways yeah heâs a total fake. heâs been using his status as a martyr to his advantage a lot, the best example being his recruitment into the elites. he guilted them into accepting him by discussing the PR benefits of recruiting a member that struggles with addiction and how supporting addiction treatment and second chances would be such a good look for them. like he basically threatened to publicly expose them for denying him due to his troubled past and accuse them of being exclusionary so they said boop ! ur in. now the elites are proud advocates for second chances <3333
i would describe grayson as fearless, overconfident, infamous due to his condition being exposed recently, a little gloomy, heâs kind of just got this chip on his shoulder and feels like he has something to prove....heâs gotta be better than his parents, gotta stick it to them and to violet and to everyone who doubts him. heâs a grumpy guy with a massive vendetta and a need for some kind of justice. he just doesnât know what that is yet. despite all of the bad, however, heâs genuinely a pretty good guy. heâs really goofy and a genuine person, pretty friendly with literally everyone until they give him a reason not to be. basically, unless you are a member of the jeon family he probably likes you or is at least cordial to you (unless we plot differently ofc but u know). heâs just a big lovable dummy with some sweet drug connects and a knack for poetry. he also knows calligraphy but thatâs beside the point .Â
idk if this is enough to describe him but yeah if u have any questions just let me know hehe
this is probably gonna make things hard but considering violet was just exposed i think that heâs pretty new to yale ???? like probably just transferred in/started this spring semester rather than being here for the entire year/a prolonged amount of time so most of our plots will likely have to be newer/center on him first showing up OR we can establish their connections from pre-europe which is also fine w me....idk i didnt rlly think this timeline through so letâs just plot and see what happens aghbfjnd anyways i included some connection ideas to help us all just in case
wanted connections
iâd say heâs the honorary dealer of the elites aghbdfjn so literally anyone who needs a plug could be a potential connection. we can obviously tweak this and customize it to each character <3
maybe someone who met grayson in europe. they could have travelled together for an extended period of time or even just a brief encounter. he was over there for four years, so the possibilities are endless.Â
building off the last one, this same connection could work with a romantic interest. maybe they were romantically involved for a time in europe and fell out of touch or maybe grayson/your muse just left in the middle of the night and they never saw each other again until now and maybe thereâs some unresolved feelings/one-sided longing or need for closure. it could also be that they just hooked up whenever this person was in the area and that was that, no strings attached.Â
maybe someone who genuinely believes that grayson is actually sober and really admires his strength and idk maybe theyâre struggling w their own issues and seek advice from him or maybe they just make it harder for him to actually do his thing bc theyâre constantly around and itâs not like they can catch him strung out and acting upÂ
someone in the literature department or with a background in english or writing. someone he could read poetry to, or share his favorite lines with. someone whoâs taken the same professors and can tell him who to watch out for or what to expect. idk i just want him to have someone to share his passions with. maybe a little crush is forming? maybe theyâre just friends who share a love of fiction? idk iâm open to literally anythingÂ
heâs sort of a motivational speaker now bc he advocates for rehabilitation resources and stuff so like maybe ur muse saw him give a presentation or participate in some kind of seminar and they called bullshit on him after the show bc they were like,,, bro i literally saw u partying w max and avery last weekend what the fuck are u on about and now they could potentially hold that blackmail over his head hehe......
exes plots are always fun we love angst in this houseÂ
fuck it letâs bring another family member BHJFNGKM no but grayson rlly is a nurturing guy and like....definitely develops unhealthy attachments to cope w his loss of family so heâd love all the sibling-like bonds he can get to kinda numb the pain of âââââlosingâââââ violetÂ
if none of these interest you iâm literally so down for anything pls just let me know and iâm happy to brainstorm always <333333Â
thank u for reading this....smooch .Â
#anyways this is just under 1900 words whoops#stream of consciousness wins again#intro#literally dont even have my tags sorted yet dont talk to me .
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