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spaceyaceface · 2 years ago

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History - Chapter One

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Warnings/Cliches: Steve’s dumb dad, yelling, fighting (pretty brief), tiny bit of bullying, popular boy and nerdy girl, slow burn, strangers to lovers (eventually)

Story Summary: Steve Harrington remembers Y/N from high school. He never intended on her getting mixed up with all of his monsters. He never intended to fall in love with her.

Chapter Summary: In junior year of high school, Y/N is assigned a project with Steve Harrington. Maybe he’s not as bad as she thinks.

A/N: Hello all! I’m starting this series and I’m SO excited for it!! Shout out to my bestie @multi-obsessed-fanfic-writer for motivating me to write it lol. It’s going to be a pretty slow burn, and after this chapter, I’m going to start integrating it more into the main storylines of the show. Let me know if you want to be tagged in any future chapters!

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Steve Harrington and Y/N L/N had history.

It wasn’t long—it would hardly be a sentence in a textbook if anyone would bother to record it at all. But for better or for worse, it was there.

It had started in the beginning of junior year. Y/N was a good student—not perfect like Nancy Wheeler, but good. She turned stuff in, passed her tests, and most importantly, she kept her head down.

She was sure most people considered her a loner. It wasn’t completely true; she had a couple of friends who operated similarly to her. Lorraine was her closest by far, but Y/N still rarely hung out with her outside of school. She didn’t mind it that way.

Parties and popularity had never been her thing—reading overdue library books and observing people who thought no one was looking were her favorite pastimes.

Imagine her dismay when the king of Hawkins High himself had been assigned as her partner for the year’s first group project.

To his credit, he didn’t look any more thrilled. But Tommy and Carol had this class with him, and they had paired up immediately, leaving him scrambling with the leftovers until Mr. Chase had told him to quit holding up class and take the one open seat that remained—the one to Y/N’a right.

He plopped down with a sigh, arms folded over his chest without sparing a glance at her. She would have been hurt if it wasn’t entirely expected.

Mr. Chase droned on about the ins and outs about the project. It was pretty straight forward—a History presentation with sort of visual aid, due a week from then. He stopped talking the last few minutes to let people discuss with their partners on times to meet.

Steve finally looked over at Y/N. “I can’t fail this assignment, my dad’s been on my tail about this class since it started.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Is this your way of telling me I’m doing all the work?”

“No, I just—you better not make me fail, alright?” He took her pencil from off the desk and scribbled his phone number and address in her notebook. “You can come over after school and we’ll figure it out.”

“Okay,” she said slowly. “Do you—��

The bell rang and Steve shot out of his chair. He pointed a finger at her. “My house, 4 o’clock. Don’t be late.” And with that, he turned back to Tommy and Carol.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she finished packing up her things. This was going to be a long week.

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The Harrington’s house was pretty much what Y/N expected—big, nice, and nothing like where she lived. She was sure her ancient car was an eyesore just parked on the street.

She trekked up to the front door, backpack slung over her shoulder. Her knocks seemed to echo down the street. After a couple of moments, the door swung open.

“L/N,” he said simply, leaning against the doorframe.

“Harrington.”

He opened the door wider. “Well, come on in. We can go upstairs.”

She followed him in, trying not to seem hesitant. She’d never been to his house before, and he was clearly aware of that fact. Despite all the parties he had thrown when his parents were away, she’d never bothered to show up. She’d never really been invited, either.

He led her upstairs into his room. It was what she had expected—just as everything else she’d seen of Steve Harrington so far. Some clutter around the room, posters of girls in swimsuits, cans of soda on his dresser.

Steve plopped down into the middle of his bed. Y/N elected to sit on the chair by his desk.

“Ok,” he said. “So I was thinking, like we need to get at least a C on this, so—“

She let out a small snort without meaning too.

He shot her a look. “What?”

“Nothing. Just… a C? Shouldn’t you aim higher than that?”

He shrugged, unfazed. “I’m just trying to pass. Keep the grades up just enough for swim team.”

Y/N tried not to roll her eyes. “Ok, fine. I promised we’ll get better than a C.”

“Good. Anyway, what did you think—“

A door slammed downstairs. Steve swore underneath his breath. “They weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow. Just--hold tight, I’ll be back in a second.”

He got up, closing the door behind him and leaving Y/N alone in his room. After a few moments, she heard voices talking; Steve and another man. She assumed it was his father.

It only took a few moments for the words to get heated.

She couldn’t tell exactly what was being said, but it was several minutes of loud back and forth. She heard steps coming back up the stairs.

“Get back down here!” the man yelled.

“And listen to you scream at me for crap I didn’t do?!” Steve threw the door open and he slammed it close behind him. He was fuming, hands trembling. His expression softened when he saw Y/N sitting there.

His shoulders dropped, releasing some of the tension as he sat on the edge of the bed. He cleared his throat. “I’m um... Sorry you had to hear that.”

Her lips pressed together in a tight smile. “I’m sorry it happened.” She was surprised to find that she was completely genuine in saying it.

A sigh escaped his lips. “Well, it’s pretty normal around here. Since they’re home, we’ll probably want to go to your place to work on stuff.”

She nodded. In the next moment, Steve changed the subject to the project. It was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it--it was something that he had never intended Y/N to see. The next hour or so passed uneventfully, and soon Y/N was on her way out.

As she left the house (quietly, as Steve had insisted to not disturb his parents), she couldn’t help but feel she understood Steve Harrington a little bit better.

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The next day, Steve came over to her house right at 4 o’clock. He hadn’t acknowledged her at all at school--not that she had expected him to.

She motioned for him to come in. He took off his jacket as he did, setting it on the chair by the door.

“Um, I heard some... yelling or something next door?” he said. “You don’t live next to a pyscho murderer or anything, right?”

She chuckled. “No, that’s just the Hendersons. Dustin probably has his crazy friends with him, playing Dungeons and Demons or whatever. They get pretty worked up about it.”

“Oh, of course. Should have known.”

If she didn’t know better, he might have been a bit worried for her for a second there.

She led him over to the kitchen, sitting down at one of the barstools. He took the one next to her.

“Alright, so I’ve been working on the visual aid, it’s not much so far but it’s a work in progress.” She gestured at the diorama she had built since they had talked over it the night before.

Steve laughed. “Not much so far? Are you kidding me? It looks pretty much done.”

“It’s not done yet, I mean, the scaling is all off, and the coloring--”

“Did you seriously work on that all last night? That’s what you spend your weeknights doing?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Look Harrington, I promised you better than a C, but I want to get an A on this, so sue me if I’m taking it seriously.”

He put his hands up defensively. “No, no, it’s fine. I appreciate it, really, but don’t you ever do anything fun?”

She glared at him.

“I mean, come on , L/N. You’re a junior in high school and I’ve never seen you out on a Friday night.”

“I don’t really like going out, Harrington. And besides, if I ever want to get out of this hellhole, I’ve got to work my tail off to do it. Not everyone has daddy’s money to use.” She covered her mouth with her hand as Steve raised his eyebrows. “I’m sorry, that was probably too far.”

He shook his head a little bit. “No, you’re right. I shouldn’t be poking fun at how hard you work. But... it couldn’t hurt to have fun every once and while.”

“Yeah. I guess.” There was quiet for a moment. Y/N grabbed her notebook, flipping it to her page with notes. “Well, I guess we can get started, then.”

Once again, the night passed. And so did the night after that. And the next one. By the end of the week, they had a project they both could be proud of. Steve seemed a bit surprised at himself with it.

It wasn’t the until the day after the presentation that Steve Harrington did something unexpected.

She was kneeling down to gather the books that had been pushed out of her hands. She usually managed to avoid these sorts of things--it was the reason she kept her head down in the first place. But despite her efforts to fade in to the background, there was always the occasional observant bully that found themselves an easy target. She went to grab her last book, but a hand was already holding it out to her. Confused, she looked up to see the hand belonged to no other than Steve Harrington.

Taking the book from him, she stood.

“Thanks?” The word came out more like a question than she had intended.

“Yeah,” he said. He folded his arms. “They do it because you don’t stand up for yourself.”

“Right,” you said slowly.

“I’m just.... yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He head turned over his shoulder as he heard Tommy calling his name.

“You can do better than them, you know,” Y/N blurted out.

His head shot back toward her. “What?”

“You just... forget it. Thanks.”

And without another word, she turned heel and headed down the hall.

Since that week, a silent understanding had passed between the two. She didn’t know quite how to say it, but her and Steve Harrington understood each other a little better now--maybe better than either of their groups of friends did. When they passed in the hall, they didn’t look at each other. But no more bullies taunted her. And she wouldn’t let her friends talk to harshly about the King of Hawkins High.

Her and Steve Harrington had... something. It was small. It was brief. It was insignificant. But it was there.

#steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine #Steve Harrington imagine #stranger things fanfiction

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 3 years ago

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I have and idea for what could happen after Mikey posts the video of Danny's rad dancing. Its not canon compliant but I don't care.

Danny's popularity at school gets a temporary boost. And it's not because of who he's dating or him being bribed as a judge. People are just impressed with his dance moves and with how "fly" he looked in that retro outfit.

That video of Danny dancing could lead to the drama club inviting/begging Danny to join. Perhaps for a specific character, like Bonejangles for their high school rendition of Corpse Bride (Tim Burton movie), and be the lead for the song Remains of the Day. If that goes well he could be the leading man for their next play, maybe as Jack Skeleton in the christmas play, high school rendition of The Nightmare Before Christmas (famous Tim Burton movie).

Just because Danny can dance is no guarantee that he can also sing or act. But, assuming he had those talents or willingness to learn them, with that ghost wail of his he could project like nothing else. And if he could channel the confidence and charisma and presence he feels when he's Phantom, that would help him get into those characters.

What if Danny was such a talented and impressive theater geek that he could get the A-listers to cheer?

his wail affecting his voice in a theatre role is a rad concept I love it

also yeah damn he would be a phenomenal actor because he has to lie about shit constantly without batting an eye and he's used to playing a 'character' in both his forms

the only hiccup is that I cannot imagine him being able to juggle rehearsals with his ghost hunting, like I'm just imagining he gets roped into maybe one play that he can't get out of because of shenanigans (maybe it's for extra credit or something I dunno, is that how 'extra credit' works?? I don't actually know what it means outside of convenient plots points in movies)

and he's just so good at it that he has all of the theatre kids on his tail constantly harassing him into joining, or at least into teaching them his methods because holy shit how do you project your voice like that? WHAT'S YOUR SECRET???

and he's just like internally screaming because having to deal with ghosts fast enough to get back to rehearsals on time was a fucking nightmare and he was NOT interested in doing that again

it would absolutely not stop the theatre kids tho and they will take literally any chance they can get to rope him into a performance, probably including threats and/or bribes, some of which may actually end up working (when someone offers to do all of his overdue assignments he would be a fool not to consider it)

#asks #danny phantom #also I did not miss the irony in the roles you mentioned being dead characters

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hxnmantii · 4 years ago

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hii there! may i request jealous konro headcanons with a fem reader? like while the reader and konro are on a date at a restaurant or somewhere else, the waiter or a staff member starts flirting with her and konro gets jealous? ahh thank you again!

Jealous!Konro x fem!reader

Ratings: PG

A/n: long overdue, I am so sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy! Also credits to @midnightweeds for the nickname peach🥰

You had finally tucked the twins in as Konro left Waka’s room, finishing the work that was assigned to him as his second in command

Luckily the night was still young and both of you guys were still awake and moving. It was the perfect opportunity to go on a long awaited date night.

Now you sat across from Konro at one of the finest restaurants in Akaskusa, looking like a real life deity with the way your outfit hugged you so nicely and your hair framed your face.

“What are you staring at, Ko? Is there something on my face?”

“Sorry you’re just....stunning. ‘M so lucky to have someone as gorgeous as you by my side, peach”

Safe to say, he wasn’t the only one enthralled by your beauty. The waiter for your table seemed to notice as well seeing that he forgot to introduce himself and put down the menu’s when he locked eyes with you.

You raise an eyebrow the same time Konro “clears his throat”, snapping the waiter out his trance. He’s puts down the menu and just walks away.

Konro has a calm face but you can tell he was slightly irritated. Your giggle makes him calm down though and you guys continue on with your date night as if nothing ever happened.

The same waiter comes back but this time, with a cocky attitude and determination to ignore your boyfriend. Just to keep the peace, you order for the both of you guys and send him on his way without a second glance.

But when he comes back the third time with your drinks and food, he mistakes your kindness for interest and starts blatantly flirting with you.

Konro likes to think of himself as a patient man. Hell, so does everybody else. He’s known for being the calm while Benimaru the storm but one thing he had never tolerated was disrespect.

And it was so disrespectful to flirt with his woman right in front of him. Especially when everybody knew that you were off limits.

He stands up, slowly pushing the chair out of the way, and walks towards the waiter who was still shamelessly flirting with you. He puts his hand on his shoulder and squeezes hard, a fake smile plastered on his face

“I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t flirt with my girlfriend”

There was a reason why konro was a lieutenant and you could tell the waiter learned why as he struggled to keep the fear off his face. When Konro let’s go, he scrambles back to the kitchen.

The manger comes out and apologizes and goes on and on about how “he’s the new kid from the city “ and “doesn’t know the rules around here” before he says that the foods on the house (not that you guys were going to pay anyways since it’s Konro)

You guys thank him before he tries to return back to the conversation but you cut him off.

“Aren’t you suppose to be the rational one?” You asked, a smile creeping along your features. He takes your hand and traces little circles into it.

“Not when it comes to you”

(Fancy words for someone who got so embarrassed after you guys got home and it fully sunk it that he let his jealousy get the best of him.)

Reblogs are appreciated!

@asaincy ~

#fire force konro #konro x reader #konro sagamiya #enen no shouboutai #fire force #fire force x reader #princess’s ball dance

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aesthyuckic · 4 years ago

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AVENOIR | l.dh - QUINDECIM

(gif not mine - credits to rightful owner)

Genre: High School AU (at beginning) ; Tarot Reader!Witch!Hyuck

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: (bold if in use) slow but with a purpose, belief contradictions (???), mentions of r*pe, blood, swearing, violence, mentions of abuse

Pairings: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader (F)

DEATH: end of a cycle, beginnings, change, metamorphosis

The summer months seemed to go as fast as they came. Autumn was approaching rapidly but wasn’t quite there yet. It was the awkward time when it was unbearable hot out while the leaves were starting to fall and turn different shades to show their end for the year. It was exciting to them in all honesty despite the death of the nature around. Autumn arriving meant many things but most importantly it meant the end of them travel the country until next spring.

It also meant Cosimia’s birthday. She’d be turning sixteen later in October, not far off from the adulthood she thought she’d never come to reach. She thought it was the perfect age for some reason... Perhaps it was because she was young enough to continue being irresponsible without consequences like she wanted, but also because she was old enough to be taken seriously by the adults she criticized, privately, too.

She realized now, looking back on her passing childhood years how fast they had actually gone by. Some of them were even very blurry to her when she tried to recall it and realized how much she had taken away in those years as well... She hated it all. The great chunk of her childhood taken from her and especially the fact that adulthood was already sneaking up on her so stealthily...

“Hey, Haechan...” She called you him as she continued to stare out the window at the dull gray that filled the sky that morning as the trailer bumped on the highway. “Did you feel any different when you turned sixteen? Like it was a big deal or anything?”

“I mean, sorta.” He shrugged. “I rushed out to get my license so I got to drive legally for once and it does feel like a shift in perspective I guess. I think you start to realize how the slow years have passed and everything seems to have gone by faster despite how slow it might seem in the moment.”

“Hmm,” She hummed as her chin rested atop her hands.

“Why do you ask?”

“I feel like... something big is suppose to happen? I don’t know when though...”

“Can’t you see if something big is coming, you know, with your ability?”

“Not like that... Remember? One to two things at a time and they’re often vague for me...”

“Can you tell me what you see right now?”

“It’s more of feeling right now... Mostly of immense devastation and the feeling of fresh tears running down your cheeks, that’s it. Me crying is not that uncommon but that feeling, I don’t know.”

“Do you think it’s possible because we’re getting closer to Oregon?”

She turned her head around to look at him and he felt like he shouldn’t have brought it up the way she looked at him with doe like eyes. It’s true, the place she was so desperately looking forward too at the beginning when Johnny had found them was coming up soon. It wasn’t even a day away from them now... She has kind of forgotten about since she’d been so focused on Donghyuck lately. She missed her mother, even if the memory of her was blurry and she knew she was gone physically... There was nothing should could do about that but at least she felt the lingering of her soul around her sometimes...

“Maybe I don’t need to see her deathbed anymore.” She sighed. “I don’t feel like I do, maybe, I’m finally moving on from it.”

“You can always change your mind.” He mumbled as he rubbed her shoulder, lightly.

He noticed lately that the girl didn’t flinch at all anymore whenever he touched her. He could initiate it without a problem now too. As her trust with in him, grew he noticed how clingy she could actually be... There was no longer any room between them when they shared the bed. In fact, he’d often find her arm draped across his torso in the morning. He was still afraid for some reason so it was always feather-like, kind of sweaty and burned due to warmth but she didn’t seem to mind. Though, she still flinched whenever it came to any of the other guys they hung out with during their free time.

Of course there were times she begin to get overwhelmed or tremble and brushed the boy’s hand off of her. He could feel it when the breath hitches in her throat this time. She grabbed it gently, but quickly to take it off her shoulder. She didn’t let go of it, rather she just held it while she continued to look out the window in silence. He just looked at her as rubbed her thumb across his skin. She never looked back at him, just sat there while he stood, hand in hand.

The following morning, Donghyuck was the first one up which was not common. The birds chirped outside and the air ice cold when it hit his skin. He noticed their trailer was no longer moving which must have meant they’ve reached Oregon already. He looked out the window and was able to see the sky shined yellow at the horizon which faded to pink up into purple as the sun rises to push the night elsewhere.

He got out of bed, carefully not to wake up the sleeping girl. He got ready quietly too as she still slept peacefully and he snuck outside without her. He noticed a lot of their co-workers were also up and walking around. He assumed they were already setting up the booths and such for the day ahead of them. It was his turn to return the favor from awhile ago...

He grabbed a quick breakfast before he went to find Lucas who gladly helped cover for Cosimia in setting up their booth that morning. He had become distant friends with the other at that point but he felt rather awkward around him because of how rude and hostile he was at first. The taller had always been the friendly type and he understood where the boy slightly younger than him was coming from so he didn’t care all that much. It didn’t take long to set up either.

Donghyuck, oddly full of enegry that morning despite how little he slept decided to help a few other people with that tents that morning. He realized how easily the time got away from him as the sun began to rise higher and higher in the sky. He went to go grab some breakfast for Cosimia before he returned back to their trailer. Knowing her schedule by heart allowed him to sneak back in right before she woke up and make it seem like he never really left either.

She came out of their room only ten minutes after he walked in. She immediately noticed the plate of food on the counter which was visibly still very warm. She looked to find him on the floor with one of his books and a piece of toast in his mouth as he read. She also came to notice the slightly dark circles under his eyes.

“You didn’t sleep much, did you?” She asked.

“I feel great.” He responded as he munched away on his toast. “So, what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is you let me sleep and you had to set up the tent all by yourself.” She huffed.

“Lucas eagerly covered for you, okay? I was return the favor from months ago too... Plus you needed the sleep.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t know... I just felt it? Oh, can’t you let me be nice without questioning about it?! And where’s my ‘thank you’ too?!”

She rolled her eyes at what he said but she admitted that a ‘thank you’ was overdue. His face was all red and scrunched up as he tried to focus on the words on the page. She came around to the other side and stood next to him. He didn’t look up at her out of anger. To be honest, her face was red and hot as well in the silence with no acknowledgment. She bent down, putting her hand under his chin as she planted a kiss on his cheek which immediately sent all the red to his cheek.

“Thank you,” She muttered as she let go of him rather, roughly. “But next time wake me up please.”

She didn’t look back at him as she walked into the kitchen and grabbed the breakfast and even the cup of coffee he got for her of the counter. She left to go to the back again rather quietly as she also had a bright red face and slightly trembled. Once he saw her leave from view it took him every fiber of his being not to scream out of the dopamine rush. He had no idea that was about but he did like it, maybe a little too much since he wished she’d do it again.

He was able to calm himself down from the high just a little to get up to go tell the girl something, “I’m gonna go help in the big tent so you know where I am if you happen to need me. Enjoy your breakfast! I’ll see you later!”

He smiled at her, it somehow more big than it usually was and his tone more cheerful when he spoke to her. She nodded at him before he left. A smile appearing on her face after he was gone, a wave of relief washing over her as she settled down too. She did as he said, something very rare and took all the time in the world getting ready for the day ahead of them.

Donghyuck walked outside their trailer, refreshed by the cool air against his buting cheeks as he was finally able to breath properly. He didn’t even look around before he started to jump around like an idiot whispering a few words of encouragement to himself. He knows it was only a kiss on the cheek, but for her, that’s a big deal... He had finally gotten rid of the overexpelling enegry from his body after that but of course not without being caught.

“What was that?” A girl named Lia laughed hysterically when she saw him.

“Yeah, you’re never that energetic around us.” Jeno added.

“Oh, it was nothing,” He shrugged with a smile. “Just an adrenaline rush or something...”

“Whatever you say.” Lia hummed, knowing it was a lie somehow.

They all went to the big tent that was not too far from the trailers. In all the months they had been working there, he’d never been there for anything for some odd reason. He was kind of in awe of how big it was and how glorious it seemed. He was assigned to help with stage check by Johnny. The elder handing him the clipboard made him feel special in all honesty. It definitely felt like a change and everything had seemed different to him, but in a good way that day... He ran off rather happily to go the job he was assigned while big, sparkly eyes full of excitement.

Cosimia had just gotten out of the shower, already dressed in her signature flowy, long skirts and her overall dark clothing back at the trailer. She went straight to making lunches for her and Donghyuck that day. She had already made sandwiches and was cutting the fruit while she hummed, contently. Though, her mood shattered when she felt an overwhelming feeling of dread overcome her in that moment.

The lighting was no longer warm and inviting yellow but a cold and dark gray that seemed to have clouded her judgement. She only had negative thoughts before she completely paused for a moment. She came back with a small gasp and tiny tears already coming down her cheeks. She ran out of the trailer, her adrenaline through the roof as she still had the knife she was cutting with in her hand. She ran unlike she had in the past, this time it was frantic and she felt weightless due to her speed.

It already seem too late when she heard the gunshot go off... The crows around flew off while squawking due to the noise that felt like it hurt her right in the chest. She could hear people screaming from inside the big tent and scrambling around She stopped in her tracks at the sound, gripping the knife tighter. She just wanted to fall down and cry right then. She might have not been there to physically see it but she saw it.

She saw Donghyuck happily smiling as he walked on stage. He stood in the middle of it all, unsuspecting as the person and all black with a ski mask to cover their face slipped in, unnoticed. She saw the way the amethyst necklace he always wore because she made for him shattered into pieces once the bullet had come in contact with it only to pierce right through it, knocking him down, all bloody.

She trudged further, in tears and her knuckles turn white at the grip she had on the knife. A small figure emerged from the tent, in all black and with a gun in hand. They took in their mask, their face glistening with sweat as they took took in deep, heavy breaths. He was stupid, thinking no one else was around but rather in the tent paying attention to the boy he hated so much that he just shot.

“Hey, Ten!” She yelled, impulsive out of anger and sadness.

“I will shot you!” He threatened as he held up the gun in her direction while he shook.

“Like you did Haechan?” She asked, taking steady steps further to him as she seemed to cry harder. “Go ahead, what’s it going to do? Land you more time in jail?”

“How do you know what I did?”

“How the fuck you think, dumbass?!”

She continued to walk further toward him. She held her high to appear fearless. She just felt so heavy in her heart right then... He looked to be frightened by how she came closer with only grieve in her eyes. He had failed the notice the knife at her side that was almost hidden by the skirt she wore. He tried to adjust his gun but failed to do so because of hard he was shaking. He couldn’t shot her if he wanted the guilty was already eating him up and he had a terrible shot.

She came to stand in front of him finally. His gun was aimed at her torso and she quickly grabbed his wrist to move the aim up to her head. The mouth of the gun kissing her forehead. He looked more terrified by this action.

“He never did anything wrong...” She cried, her voice cracking. “I’m the one who was the cause of all the things that upset you... So why did you blame him and not me? Why did you have to hurt him? What good is it?”

He couldn’t find the words to respond to her questions as he looked into teary eyes that sparkled with the most hurt he’d seen from someone... She noticed he was focused on her now more than anything which gave her the opportunity to knock the gun out of his hand and drive the knife she held into his abdomen.

She backed away from him. His hand going toward the handle where her hand had just been. It wouldn’t be wise to take it out. He backed away, the black clothing he wore clearly becoming soaked from his own blood. His hands came to rest near the knife in his abdomen.

“Y-you bitch! You tricked me! You stabbed me!” He gritted before he fainted, the blood still coming out in pools.

She realized what she had done, something that could’ve been avoid, something she was against and something that was purely revenge driven in her mind... With her vision blurry with her own tears, she looked down at her hands seeing they were covered in Ten’s blood from when she did it. Her eyes widened and she started hyperventilating. Her mind was racing to every place it could, she couldn’t see anything that was to come which made her even more panicked. She no idea as to what was next.

Her ears started to ring and that’s all she could hear. Her vision remained blurry even when she wiped away her tears with her sleeves. She was focused on the blood that coated her hands and soon it was the only thing she was able to see. Darkness engulfed her, taking her away from the horrible image in front of her, on her and possibly within her...

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mor-beck-more-problems · 4 years ago

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White Crest 101 || Morgan & Margot

TIMING: Current

LOCATION: UMWC

PARTIES: @g0t-ri5h & @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Margot gets a crash course in class from her new professor, and what it means to be a transplant White Crestian

The class had started several minutes ago and Margot had just barely rolled out of bed. She changed quickly into a pair of pants, not bothering to change the sweatshirt that she had slept in. There was no time. Margot had a habit of being late, a trait she had inherited from her mother. While her mother thought it was a fashionable faux pas, Margot was simply disorganised. By the time she busted through the back entrance of the room, the professor was halfway through her lecture. The nearest free chair was close to the front, one that would attract a great amount of unwanted attention. Margot trudged down to it, annoying a handful of students that had to stand to let her past. She sat down, listened to the remainder of the lesson, not following any of it. An advisor had called her over the weekend, told her that she didn’t have enough credits for the semester. To her chagrin, this class was one of the few that still had availability. English, a subject she had always struggled to comprehend, starting later would only make it more difficult. The lecture came to an end and Margot began to pack her things. “She’s a great teacher when she’s actually here.” One student said to another. Margot listened intently. “My roommate was telling me she was gone for like a month last semester. No explanation, just poof.” The other gossiped back. The two of them left, and Margot was just about to follow them out when she heard her name be called.

“Do your reflection responses! Do the reading! Make good choices! Remember you have agency in your life!” Morgan shouted her end of class reminders in one breath, waving goodbye to each of them as the filed out. Most waved back with a mix of confusion and embarrassment. They made faces, because they were still young and had too much pride, but no one was above a little personal attention or affirmation. “Ooh, not you, straggler! Yes, you, Margot!” She smiled smugly, waving the roster in front of her. It wasn’t magic powers that gave her the student’s name, just some really attentive refreshing of the faculty center page. “You know…” She eyed the girl and gave a wry smile, “If you only stay for half the class, you’re only getting half your money’s worth. Also, technically, no participation credit. Which is an extra bummer, since it’s the easiest thing to get. But since you’re new, I guess I can let the first day slide. You got some free time, Margot? I’d love to know what brought you to my class this late in the game while we go over make-up work?”

Margot let out a quiet and frustrated sigh. She was so looking forward to going back to her bed. Instead she turned to face the professor. “I’m sorry I was late. I overslept.” Margot knew this was not an adequate excuse by any means, but she had no patience or energy to think of something more creative or reasonable. Margot began to walk towards the lectern in the front of the room, towards Morgan. “It was a great lecture though, the parts I was here for. Very, uh, informative.” She offered this as a consolation. Margot glanced at her watch, as if she had someplace else to be. “Yes, I suppose I can stay for a bit.” She took off her backpack and sat it on the floor where she stood. Margot imagined this could take a while. “I thought I had enough credits for the semester, but apparently I didn’t. Yours was one of the only classes I could join so late. Is there much to catch up on?” Margot dreaded to think of all the homework she had missed, it would only add to the growing stack of overdue work on her desk.

Morgan let out a long-suffering sigh. Of course she had only come here for the credit. She had maybe even heard that it was an easy class to pass, which...wasn’t wrong either. Morgan didn’t think that being a hardass with grades was the way to students’ hearts, or to teaching them anything effective. She tossed Margot a syllabus and gathered the rest of her materials, leading her out of the room and off to the long series of halls and stairs it would take to get to her office. “No, there won’t be too much work. Just the introductory assignment, so I know some useful things about you. And you’ll have to grab the books and catch up on the book we’re finishing up next week. But, it’s really not much. I’m not interested in competing with your other courses for ‘Most Demanding Homework.’ I’m here to help you figure out how to think differently and express yourself more effectively. But--” She paused on the stairs to look over at the girl. “Maybe you have some questions for me? I’m not sure how long you’ve been at the school, but I know it can be a lot sometimes no matter what.”

Morgan’s sigh sounded nearly as pained as her own. If Margot was more empathetic, she may have even apologised for being so flippant and insulting the woman’s career. But, alas, she was not so perceptive. Margot caught the syllabus between her palms and began flipping through the first few pages as she followed Morgan out of the room. As she spoke, Margot made a mental note to source an online copy of this week’s reading material. It would be cheaper that way. “Introductory assignment?” Margot hoped it would be a simple questionnaire; name, age, perhaps favourite pets name. Hopefully it wouldn’t ask her about her lifelong hopes and dreams. She would most definitely fail. “I transferred in this year, so I’m still becoming acquainted with everything here.” Margot explained, “I do have one question, since you asked. Your absences,” Margot prefaced before continuing, “I overheard some students say you disappeared without warning last semester. I was just wondering, will attendance still be required if that occurs again?” Her question was admittedly influenced most by laziness and her wish to stay in bed as late as possible. But, Margot was also just curious, and rather nosey. It was probably an inappropriate question, but it was too late to rescind it.

“Oh, just a short reflection on how you feel about reading and writing about stories and what you want to learn this semester. Learning doesn’t happen by accident, and being clear with yourself on what your intentions are can go a long way to getting the most out of the semester!” Morgan explained. She jogged up the next flight of stairs and turned on the landing, bright with encouragement. She nodded along as she walked, commenting that asking questions were how everyone learned. And then Margot asked. Morgan’s foot slipped on the next set of stairs and she stumbled down to one knee. “Uh, my--a-atendance?” She understood that her students flourished better with consistency and she knew that even though none of last semester’s students had the nerve to ask her what had happened or express how it had made them feel, she knew they had their opinions on it. What Morgan did not know was that Margot was the kind of student to cut to the chase, no matter how sharp she needed to be. She straightened herself up and smiled again, scrambling to recover. “Uh, well, it is possible that I may cancel class for unforeseen reasons, in which case there won’t be any reason to take attendance, but if there is class, then there will be someone to teach you, even if for some reason it isn’t me. And if there is someone to teach you, then they will be taking attendance and passing on the roster to me.” Her voice was growing tighter, breathier. She was forgetting to breathe. Morgan hissed through her teeth for breath and forced herself to meet Margot’s eyes. “Is there something else that you wanted to ask me about my absences, Margot?”

Margot’s hand reached out to grab Morgan’s elbow as she stumbled. “Oh, shit!” Margot cursed under her breath. She had clearly taken her professor by surprise. But, as quickly as Morgan’s pleasant smile had faltered, it was back in it’s rightful place. “Very well.” Margot responded to the thorough explanation, “I only ask because my course load is already so full. My programming classes are very time consuming, and I just want to ensure I can keep my schedule intact.” A lie, Margot thrived in disorganisation. Her ‘unplanned routine’, she liked to think. “I’m glad to know that the class would be unaffected in such an event.” Margot smiled in a disingenuous, thin line, hoping to settle the sharpness of Morgan’s breath. She was being her most polite self now, the facade she reserved only for her mother and father. It seemed she had distressed the teacher, Margot wondered why. To her it was such a straightforward question. “No, your absences, and reasons for them are entirely your personal business.” For now anyways. Margot’s mind was already in front of her computer, researching. Her question had tugged at a nerve. Margot liked to know what made people tick, their darkest secrets and how best to exploit them to her advantage. “Did you still want to go over the make-up work?” They were still frozen on the staircase, and Margot wondered whether Morgan would still be willing to help her cause despite the hostility in her tone and posture.

Maybe all the mushroom stress was getting to Morgan too much. She’d been so sure a second ago that this girl was trying to get under her skin, needling about her ‘personal emergency’ last year. But Margot stayed on that line of courtesy, and Morgan wondered whether she made other people feel this way when she asked about their kids or their losses or their dates. Maybe people with their sanity just barely intact didn’t like surprise personal questions. Who knew? Morgan tried to smile again, better this time. “Thank you. I uh, appreciate that. And, yes, of course. I want you to succeed. There’s copies of all the handouts on the class website, since I know half of you guys live your life on your computer.” She climbed up the rest of the way and started down the dimly lit hall, ignoring its off-center doors and the soft give of the floor that was just too much on the wrong side of uncanny to bear contemplating for long. “I know I can’t promise a lot for you, Margot, especially in a place like White Crest, but I can say I’ll try my best for you.”

Margot was glad that she had somewhat diffused the situation, having Morgan dislike her would only make passing this class harder. Once more, they were on route to her office. Margot detested this university, most of all it’s appearance, it was as if it had never had a renovation or even been repainted. She visibly cringed as they continued on their path. She had never been in such a lacklustre environment before, having been born and bred in quiet luxury. She hadn’t acknowledged the privilege while she had it, but since leaving MIT, it’s all she could think about. What she had lost. What had been taken from her. “I appreciate the help. I need it.” It seemed that Morgan was one of the more passionate professors at UMWC, most would not give a student this much assistance. “I’m trying my best to fit in here. It’s just,” Margot paused, considering her words, “such a strange place.” Strange didn’t even scratch the surface. “Have you always lived here? In White Crest?”

Morgan’s office was all the way at the end of the hall, through a communal office supply room stocked with paper the wrong size for the printer and coffee that was perpetually burnt. Morgan’s office was through a sticky door off the corner, one desk in five crammed together. Today, only Karl and Kirk were nursing whiskeys in coffee mugs since Kyle (or his body rather) still hadn’t been found. “Sorry, boys. Official business. Come back in fifteen minutes?” Her voice was bittersweet, sharpening an invisible knife under its surface. Karl and Kirk put their mugs down so fast, whiskey spilled over the sides. They folded their laptops under their arms and shuffled away. Kirk clumsily dropped a mint tea bag on her desk before mumbling an apology and shutting the door behind him.

Morgan turned to her student, smile tight with awkwardness. “Don’t mind the Medieval Bros. They’re mostly harmless. Now, anyways. And I’m a transplant from Texas. Strange is probably...the gentlest word for how things are here. Which, just some unofficial wisdom? Don’t be out after dark alone, especially on the full moon. Stay away from the cosplay bars, the crowds there are more dangerous than they look. Don’t go off trail if you’re a hiker, ever. And keep some bleach on hand in case your bathroom starts sprouting blood, eyeballs, or fish.”

Margot restrained her laughter as the two bumbling men were ushered out of the room. She knew the smell of whiskey well enough to know that wasn’t coffee seeping from their pores. Normally such unprofessionalism would surprise her, but this was the new normal. “Yum, mint tea.” Margot picked the bag up, twirled it between her fingers a few times before dropping it into one of the mugs. She had a sly smile on her face, the result of witnessing something she probably shouldn’t have.

“Texas, wow. I never would have guessed. You don’t even have the signature accent.” Margot made herself comfortable, taking a seat in one of the desk chairs that had become vacant by Karl and Kirk. At Morgan’s advice, Margot’s mouth opened, then closed, not knowing how to respond. She didn’t know what to make of all of these random warnings; skeledogs, mimes, now full moons and the dark. “Why does everyone keep telling me to be careful?” Her eyes narrowed. “I know how to take care of myself.”

Morgan reached into her desk and took out some things from her cache of school supplies, the paper handouts, a journal to be graded, the first assignment, and a spare copy of the first book. “Oh, that,” she said, laughing at the teabag. “They’re just trying to...well, make up for their existence. I think they’re really coming along when it comes to respecting women, though they should probably figure out how to do it without being induced by fear.” She handed Margot the stack of assignments. “Maybe at your old school that was true, but things are different here in ways they don’t tell you in the brochures. So, take these, follow the instructions carefully, and have them in by next week, and I’ll waive the rest of what you’ve missed. And, seriously, be careful. Don’t die!”

#wr margot #wr chatzy #wr margot chatzy #white crest 101 #wickedswriting

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thessalian · 4 years ago

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Thess vs Phone Manner

Work-wise, today was ... not exactly good. It was only me and the office manager (who I will call Scruffman from this point on, because he totally is) in the office today, and so much woooooork. Credit to Scruffman - he did try to help. Unfortunately, because it was just the two of us and there are more things to do than typing in the office, and he does a lot of it, mostly it was me. We now have overdue cases again. Woe. But I couldn’t go any faster - literally - so we’re just going to have to suck it up until the part-timers turn up next week.

I’m so glad my Saturday group doesn’t play by text posts anymore. My hands are already weeping for mercy.

Oh, and I’ve also become the in-house computer tech. As usually happens in office, but ... generally that’s with older people. I think Scruffman might be younger than I am and I still get constant, “[Theeeeeeeeess], can you help me out with Outlook?” or “[Thess], this is printing funny; can you have a look?” And at one point in the afternoon, one of the doctors came in and was asking Scruffman about exporting his Outlook contacts list and Scruffman was saying as how he had no idea and then turned to me and said, “Actually, [Thess] is really good about that kind of thing; hey, [Thess]--?”

Hoboy.

It gets a little worse because of one thing that I have that most of the rest of this office - Scruffman included - just doesn’t. That would be ‘a professional phone manner’. See, the phone-answering in my office tends towards the casual; Scruffman - my fucking office manager - talks a little like a stereotypical football hooligan and it carries over to his phone voice. Meanwhile, the other girls have this air of, “Yeah, what do you want?” every time they pick up the phone. Whereas I’ve been listening to people answer the phone in offices since I was very, veeeeeery smol. I’ve been working secretarial for over twenty years. I put those two things together and I have The Phone Manner. The pleasant, calm, measured, competent voice that allows me to say things like, “Could you spell that for me, please?” or “Let me just read that back to you” or “I’m sorry, they’ve just stepped out; can I take a message?” without tripping the Impatience Button. Thing is, because I generally only answer the phone in the office when Scruffman is a) out or b) too busy to pay attention, he never knew what my Phone Manner was like. But because he was helping type today, and I was just between bits of typing while he was stuck on a tricky bit, I had to pick up the phone in his hearing. So he’s heard it now. He knows.

I know he knows because the next time the phone rang, despite him not being up to his eyes in a tricky bit of typing (whereas I was) ... he let me pick it up. Fuck.

There was one good thing about being the only other staffer in today, apart from Scruffman. See, we got an email from Guy In Charge this morning, saying, “Look, I know that with the furlough and everything, people haven’t booked their annual leave. At this point, we’re going to have to do something about it or you’re going to lose your annual leave. So, either you book at least 80% of it by close of play today, or you get it randomly assigned. Your choice.”

I feel bad for the ones who weren’t in to read their emails. I don’t feel too bad, though, because in a “first come, first serve” race for the coveted spots around the holiday period ... I was the one who was fucking there. So I got Christmas Eve Day, the three non-Bank Holiday days between “Boxing Day was on a Saturday this year so here’s your Boxing Day Bank Holiday late” and New Year’s Day, the usual week of my birthday (because that is my birthday gift to myself, not having to get up early), and a Monday a couple of weeks from now just to round it off. I still have a couple of days, I think, so that’s good. Honestly, I’m grateful. Every permanent role I’ve ever had, I’ve missed out on the plum holiday period days off because someone else has always booked it first. This time, doesn’t matter that I only started a few weeks ago - those are mine.

I need this weekend in such a desperate way you have no fucking idea.

#Thess has a day job

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meteora-writes · 4 years ago

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We Could Be Perfect One Last Night ch.7

Fandom: Hannibal Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham Warnings: Arguing, Angst, Snark, Banter, Emotions, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort (sort of?), Forgiveness Chapter: 7. When We Fight Description: Jack receives a visit from Kade Prurnell, Will and Hannibal have a long-overdue discussion. Authors Notes: Aight, so, couple things. I struggled hardcore with the dialogue in this one. It’s a lot and IDK why but my brain decided Will and Hannibal need to hash out some shit from their past. Or, rather, Will needs to vent and Hannibal needs to see things from Will’s perspective. So, enjoy. Read on AO3

~~~~~ Read Ch.1.Ch.2.Ch.3.Ch.4.Ch.5.Ch.6~~~~~

Three Days Post Fall - One Day Post Storm

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation here, Agent Crawford,” Kade Prurnell says as she comes to stand before Jack’s desk. She’s clearly agitated, not that she ever appears not to be, with her shoulders squared and arms crossed tight over her chest as she glares down at him. It’s her second visit to his office in as many days, and it’s clear it won’t be the last.

Jack, to his credit, doesn’t let show how irritated he is with her presence and attitude. “I am fully aware of the gravity of things, Mrs. Prurnell.”

“If that were true I highly doubt you would have gone along with Mr.Graham’s plan to stage Hannibal Lecter’s escape in an attempt to capture Francis Dolarhyde,” she bites back incredulously. “Do you have any idea what kind of nightmare you’ve created? The media is going to have a field day with this! If word gets out of what your actual plan of action entailed the FBI will be open to multiple lawsuits. Several of which will be aimed directly at you for giving this operation your approval without first receiving approval from higher offices.”

“That operation was our best shot at drawing Francis Dolarhyde out given the way he was escalating. Dolarhyde had developed a kind of respect for Dr. Lecter. He admired him. We had no way of knowing he would strike before the escape could be staged and we certainly had no way of knowing he would take out that many armed police and federal agents,” Jack defends as he sets aside the pen he had been writing notes on the case with and rubs at his forehead with his other.

“Dolarhyde was former military and a decorated marksman. Your people underestimated him and now we have half a dozen dead officers and agents. Not to mention a missing, presumed to be dead special agent, and a missing known cannibalistic serial killer. I don’t care what you thought at the time, you thought wrong and now you’re going to have to answer for it.”

“And if we hadn’t gone ahead with the plan we would be looking at countless more dead families before we could have even come close to catching this man. Those officers knew the risk when they agreed to the assignment. I feel for them and the families they left behind, but I stand by my decision to use Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter to draw out Dolarhyde. The end result isn’t what we intended but they did stop him. As for Graham and Lecter, it is my belief that they are still alive. We simply need to expand our search efforts now that the weather has cleared. Get dogs and search crews out searching the beaches and woods to the south of the cliffs. They could have come ashore somewhere in the area and the storm would have provided ample cover for them to escape,” Jack argues as he moves to stand, hands fisted on his desk in front of him. It’s been three days since Will and Hannibal went missing. Aside from finding Will’s gun on the rocks below the bluff at low tide that first morning, they’ve found no evidence of the two men having survived. He refuses to believe they didn’t make it.

“There won’t be any additional search crews called in, Jack. I saw the footage taken from Francis Dolarhyde’s camera. Blurry as it was, I’m inclined to agree with the forensics analysts, as are my superiors. If no evidence is found to suggest otherwise in the next twenty four hours then Graham and Lecter will be declared dead and the search for their bodies will be called off after the seventh day, with the final report stating their bodies were lost at sea due to the unusually high tides caused by the storm that hit after their encounter with Dolarhyde.” Her tone leaves no room to argue as she locks eyes with Jack. “I suggest you get your reports in order and prepare yourself for another investigation, Jack. This one won’t be like the last. You’ll find the FBI isn’t so forgiving when an agent shows this kind of lapse in judgment more than once.”

Jack bites his tongue and watches as she leaves his office with all the arrogance of a woman who believes she knows better than anyone else. The urge to yell after her, tell her she’s wrong and knows nothing of the situation or the kind of men Will and Hannibal are, is so strong he lets out a low growl of frustration because of it.

Once he’s alone again he steps away from his desk and reaches for his coat. If they won’t approve additional agents to search, he’ll just have to go out there and look for himself.

~~~~~

Six & Seven Days Post Fall

Chiyoh returns Hannibal’s call that same evening. Their conversation is brief. He explains that he is someplace safe and with Will. He tells her what they intend to do, excluding the visits to certain parties, once they’re well enough to travel, what supplies they’ll need, and most importantly what she can do to help them in the meantime. She agrees readily, glad to hear that Hannibal is alive and not alone.

The following morning she arrives in a nondescript SUV with two bags of clean clothes for Hannibal and Will, antibiotics, more powerful pain medication, and a physician’s bag with enough supplies for Hannibal to properly treat their still healing wounds. She even brings a cooler full of groceries, none of which were asked for, but it’s clear from the look on Hannibal’s face that they’re greatly appreciated as there are a few bottles of wine and some of his favorite fresh ingredients packed inside.

She only stays long enough to deliver the supplies, find out how to get Will’s prescription for a new pair of glasses, and to be told what kind of boat they would like to acquire. She already knows where she can go to access the funds needed for making their arrangements. And the rest of the details are already known from her short conversation with Hannibal the night before. So she leaves without preamble and with a promise to contact them when preparations are complete.

“Remind me, why aren’t we going with her again?�� Will asks once they’ve been left alone again. Not that he has a problem staying in the cabin. He enjoys the quiet and peacefulness of it. But there’s a part of him that would kill for a hot shower and some electricity right now. Washing up with old soap and scrap of cloth in water you have to boil on the stove first gets tiring after a while.

“We’re far less likely to draw attention to ourselves if we stay here for now,” Hannibal explains needlessly as he rifles through the bag of clothing Chiyoh brought him. Most of the contents are from his own wardrobe that he kept at the house she’s currently staying in. But there are several new items mixed in that she undoubtedly purchased having his comfort in mind while he recovers. “If you like, I can call her back for you? I’m sure she won’t mind a bit of company if you require a change of scenery for a few hours.”

“The last time she and I were alone in each other’s company she threw me off of a moving train in the middle of the night,” Will reminds him sardonically with narrowed eyes from across the room. “I’ll pass.”

With a mirthful little chuckle, Hannibal pushes the second bag of clothing Chiyoh provided them across the table, beckoning Will to come and inspect them. Everything inside is to Will’s measurements and looks to match his general taste in attire. “Come now, don’t hold it against her. After all, you had been intending to kill me,” he reminds, tone light as he smiles at the other man.

“I hadn’t entirely made up my mind about killing you yet when I was with her. My only real intention at the time was to find you so that I could make up my mind,” Will mutters as he steps up beside Hannibal and has a look inside the offered bag. He keeps his head tilted down, eyes locked on the various articles of clothing inside, and pointedly not on Hannibal’s face.

“Come again?” Hannibal asks, turning slightly and tilting his head in a way that makes Will have to look him in the eyes. He knows what he heard. But he wants Will to elaborate. He had wondered for a while what Will’s thoughts were leading up to their reunion in Italy. Now seems as good a time as any to ask.

“I hadn’t set out with the intention of killing you, Hannibal. My mind wasn’t yet made up on the matter. Just like it wasn’t when I called to warn you about Jack the night that you…” he trails off, eyes closing against his will as he remembers the night he told Hannibal to run, only to arrive at his door and find him waiting with Abigail at his side and a knife in his hand…

He has to take a slow breath through his nose and fight back the flood of memories that comes before he can say any more. He needs to say more. To tell his side of events for Hannibal to understand. ”Alana called me that night. She warned me that agents were on the way to arrest me for the murder of Randal Tier, and that the plan to arrest you had been shut down. She told me Jack was going against orders and was already on his way to your house. I knew he was going to try and force your hand. I didn’t know what I was going to say when I made the call, not until I heard your voice. Despite everything else I felt for you back then, I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you like that. You were still my friend, and I wanted you to run even if I couldn’t run with you.”

“And when you came to me in Florence?” Hannibal further questions, ignoring the twisting feeling he gets deep inside at the knowledge that Will felt that way when he called on him that night. That he still considered him to be his friend. “You say your mind wasn’t made up, yet you traveled all that way in the hopes I might be there upon your arrival. You followed the echos of my past to the Norman chapel, and for what? To sit in the nave and look upon the mosaics of the saints until you found your forgiveness?”

“I forgave you the moment I decided to leave for Italy, Hannibal. Other than that I held no illusions of what our reunion might be. Until we met again all I had were fantasies. I imagined countless scenarios of what I would do when I finally found you. But nothing came close to what it actually was and nothing was ever decided,” Will informs in that way of his that is so like a teacher reciting some information from a text book and not as if he’s expressing his own thoughts. The feelings are there, but he’s detached himself from them ever so slightly in the way one does when they don’t want to be affected by a memory any longer. “Even then, sitting beside you in that gallery in front of your favorite Botticelli. I still hadn’t made up my mind completely about you.”

“All of that indecisiveness and yet you were still going to stab me in the back as we walked side by side,” Hannibal notes with a tilt of his head as he studies Will’s features. With his eyes closed like this, he’s able to better mask how he’s feeling from Hannibal, but there are still signs. Ones that he recognizes and understands completely. After all, he had contemplated stabbing Will back then as well. And then again with that corkscrew the night they fought their Dragon, despite his conflicting feelings and his fully knowing that he would need Will’s help to take the beast down when he finally showed himself.

“Spare me. You were ready to do the same in the moment before that shot was fired,” Will’s tone shifts to something almost tired sounding. A heaviness to it that’s something akin to resignation. “I saw the knife in your pocket when I came and sat beside you in the gallery, Hannibal. Even if I hadn’t seen it, you wouldn’t sharpen your pencils with anything other than a well sharpened blade or scalpel. Your pencils had been freshly sharpened just before I joined you.”

Hannibal feels a mix of pride and overwhelming fondness flood him. He had been certain back then that in the moments before Will was shot that he had no idea Hannibal was reaching for the knife in his coat pocket. It seems he should have known better, as is often the case where Will is involved. “After all that, when I liberated us from Mason Verge’s grasp and brought you safely home again, you said you wouldn’t miss me. That you didn’t have my appetite for violence. You said you merely tolerated it. Did you honestly believe that at the time or were you simply hoping that saying it would make it so?”

“At the time I thought it would become true if I could distance myself from you. Get out of the mindset of a killer that you facilitated in me. Your influence over me felt like a fog back then. A great haze that came over me but would dissipate if I could get back into the light,” Will admits as he finally opens his eyes and turns to meet Hannibal’s gaze again. They’ve both turned away from the table, facing one another fully now.

“And when you turned your back on me and went into the light, did you find yourself a changed man?” He saw the look in Will’s eyes when he first spoke to him back in the hospital. When he pushed all his buttons about his wife and step-son. And most important he saw the look in his eyes when it came to discussing poor Dr. Chilton and then later when they killed their Dragon together. He knows the answer, but hearing Will say it aloud is something he thinks they both might need.

“No,” Will utters almost too softly to be heard, with a shake of his head. He closes his eyes again, this time by choice. Head tipping forward just a little as he swallows audibly and finds the words to continue. “Despite leaving that life, that mindset, behind me. I could never truly be free of it. Even when I wasn’t thinking about you, the shadow of your influence lingered. It didn’t matter what I was doing or who I was with, I still felt the darkness inside of me on some level. Like a caged animal biding its time in the dark until inevitability and circumstance set it free.” He knows Hannibal understands this. The feeling of having to suppress a part of yourself. A part of him thinks he could have gone on doing it for years, if Jack hadn’t asked for his help and Molly hadn’t encouraged him to go. But that’s something he can never know for sure now.

“If I hadn’t waited with the intent to surprise you with Abigail, told you she was alive the night you arrived at my door with Randal Teir’s corpse at your feet, would you still have gone running to Jack? Made your plans to take away my freedom and cast aside my friendship?” Hannibal asks softly after a long moment’s silence passes between them, words carefully chosen.

He had contemplated telling Will several times in the weeks they had spent together after Will’s release from custody. But he was worried it would negatively impact his greater goal at the time. He cared too much for Abigail to risk exposing her secret before the time was right. But now, he wonders if he might have made the wrong choice in his decision to wait. He’s not one for regrets, but he thinks this is something he always will…

Will keeps his eyes closed. Clears his mind and pictures a world where he arrives on Hannibal’s doorstep after killing Randal Tier only to have Hannibal confide in him that Abigail is alive and safely waiting for them both someplace far away. He was still so scared of who he was back then… But he thinks, no, he knows that learning Abigail was still alive would have been a tipping point. He doesn’t doubt that his resolve would have crumbled and his desire to fight his darkness would have vanished if accepting it meant that they could be together. The way Hannibal had hoped they would all be before he discovered that Will was playing both sides and betrayed his trust.

There’s the gentle brush of fingertips on his cheek, soft and unexpected, and he flinches despite himself thanks to his heightened state of emotions. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Hannibal’s thumb brushes away a stray tear as it escapes the corner of his eye. Hannibal makes Will tip his head to look at him then. Blue eyes opening to shine with the regret and longing for a life that never was.

“I never understood how you could betray my trust back then. You hid your true feeling so completely while still sharing so much of yourself,” Hannibal says softly as he moves in closer, invading Will’s personal space as his hand settles fully against his cheek.

“After everything you did to me, took from me… Is it really so hard to understand the reasoning behind my actions?” Despite looking like physical contact is the last thing he wants, Will doesn’t pull away from Hannibal’s touch. It grounds him in the moment. Keeps his mind from spiraling back to all the times they’ve hurt one another in the past. All the pain and blood and betrayal. The loss of Abigail and of the promise of a child he never got the chance to know. Now the loss of Molly and Walter. The lies and deceit on both sides that brought it all upon them.

“I suppose not…” Hannibal concedes after a moment’s consideration. His left hand comes up to rest on Will’s hip then. Thumb moving slowly to brush over the edge of the scar he knows runs across the expanse of Will’s abdomen. He can easily feel the raised line of scar tissue under the thin material of his shirt. A permanent reminder of everything he took from Will. And from himself in his moment of anger and spite.

“Just…” Will begins, drawing Hannibal’s gaze back up to meet his own. He bites his lower lip briefly and sucks in a breath through his nose to try and settle his nerves even the slightest before asking “Promise me there won’t be any more lies. No more tricks, no more games. I promise I won’t lie to you again, but I need you to promise me the same, Hannibal…”

Hannibal’s eyes move over the features of Will’s face, once again searching for any indication that he doesn’t honestly mean his words. When he finds none he nods. “I give you my word. I will not lie to you again.” He moves to step back then, but Will reaches up and grabs the wrist of the hand that had been touching his cheek, not letting him get more than a few inches away.

“Thank you…” Will looks a bit lost, holding Hannibal so that he can’t back away but appearing not to know what he wants to do now that he has the other man captive.

Slowly, Hannibal steps into his personal space again, his hands returning to where they had been before on Will’s uninjured cheek and right hip. Once there he moves in just a hair closer, noting the way it makes Will’s pupils dilate and breath hitch.

He doesn’t say anything, just tilts his head ever so slightly forward so that their foreheads touch and their noses bump gently. It’s something that’s happened often when they’re lying in bed together at night and in the early hours of the morning when neither wants to wake quite yet. Holding on as if neither has ever done any of the terrible things that they have to one another.

Like they’re simply two people that love each other and don’t want to let go. It’s something Hannibal almost expects at this point, when they inevitably crawl into bed together at night. However, this is different. The first time one of them has dared initiated such contact out of that safe space. It’s a show of trust, on both of their parts.

Will’s eyes go impossibly wide a moment, uncertainty clear in his soft blue gaze. But he doesn’t try to shy away or speak out against the intimate gesture. Instead, he lets his free hand come up to gently touch Hannibal’s cheek in a similar manner to how Hannibal touches his own, the pad of his thumb brushing lightly over Hannibal’s cheekbone in the process. Something seems to shift between them in that moment, and his whole body relaxes as he closes his eyes and simply breathes in the air shared between them.

Hannibal lets his eyes slip closed as well, as a feeling of calm contentment settles over him. It’s unexpected. Nice. A sensation he accepts greedily. The warmth of such an intimate yet innocent touch as they share a moment of understanding. Forgiveness. Trust.

They stay like that for a long moment, neither wanting to let go just yet. But eventually, they must part and they simply spare each other a lingering glance before retreating to opposite sides of the cabin to change into some of the clean clothes Chiyoh has provided. Once that’s done Hannibal settles on the couch with his notebook to sketch, and Will takes a seat at the table with everything he needs to start working on a new lure.

They don’t talk much throughout the day and on into the evening. Will needs time to sort things in his own head and Hannibal knows him well enough to give that time and quiet to him.

Given the nature of the day, he expects to be left alone on his side of the queen sized mattress when he climbs into bed after Will that night. But once he’s settled in he finds WIll turning over and wrapping an arm around him beneath the covers. Hand resting over Hannibal's own where it had settled over his bullet wound. Curious, Hannibal splays his fingers just enough to lace Will’s between his own. Will doesn’t stop him or pull away, and that’s when it occurs to Hannibal that he’s taken off his wedding ring.

It had been almost a subconscious tick for Will to fiddle with it over the past week. Twist it around his finger absently while lost in thought. It’s absence now, after what they spoke of that day, makes Hannibal hold onto Will’s hand just a little tighter for the briefest of moments. Any lingering concerns about Will’s feelings for him melting away with the last wisps of consciousness before he lets himself slip into the peace of oblivion.

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wirewitchviolet · 4 years ago

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Hate Mobs Gotta Go

Last night, I did something I have never expected to do, and just full on gave up on a fun RPG writing assignment. Which I had to do because I hit a point where it was so overdue and unfinished that I was falling asleep sitting up and stress vomiting and other such things. There’s a whole lot of factors behind that. Other health issues, the toll of being on total pandemic lockdown for months, with neighbors just straight up open mouth coughing at my door, emergencies with friends and family, multiple fires and hardware failures, but the main thing was, and still is, the constant harassment from a militant hate mob, completely out of touch with reality.

Years ago, I remember there was this thing the internet at large was fond of doing with foaming at the mouth far right religious extremists- Mercilessly ridiculing them in public to expose how disconnected everything they said or did was from reality. Remember seeing this one float around and laughing your head off?

And if I mention the Westboro Baptist Church, you immediately picture a single family of raving bigots picketing funerals and such with their big homophobic signs, with a bigger crowd mocking them, right?

For some reason, the modern version of that particular flavor of fringe weirdo doesn’t get that sort of ridicule. Presumably because they’re focusing almost exclusively on trans people, and most people have this weird thing where like if you stick up for trans people you get cooties or something and never dig into the real juicy ridicule fodder. But for real, this stuff is OUT THERE. Just look at a few examples here.

Come for the weird ravings about harvesting baby organs. Stay for the... adult woman who apparently believes breasts get their shape from actually being sacks filled with milk under women’s skin? Now, how about this colorful comparison?

For anyone who wasn’t aware, pronouns are words like “I” “you” “he” “she” “it” and “this,” while rohypnol is colloquially known as “the date rape drug,” so this is utter gibberish. The full context of course is that this person is trying to make the argument that forcing this bigot to refer to women she’s prejudiced against as “she” instead of arbitrarily tossing around “he” or “it” is... raping her brain, I guess?

So... this is pretty clearly some creep’s weird little fantasy. The obvious giveaway is pretending that trans women “aren’t in the correct bathroom” when going to... the correct bathroom, and that the non-existent law about this is somehow enforced by... random bigots opting to deputize themselves. What DOES happen for real though is bigots like this being arrested for barging into public restroom stalls with camcorders aimed at the crotches of women on toilets and trying to defend themselves by insisting they have some duty to check what their genitals look like. On which note...

That’s just disgusting. It’s also as close as I feel comfortable to posting all the graphic fantasies I see from these people about the barbaric genital mutilation they imagine trans women subject ourselves to which really has no basis at all in reality. Well maybe I can post this one.

I’m not going to go through and itemize all the baldfaced lies in that, because I really kinda hope I don’t have to, and also because the person who slapped this together was kind enough to break it up in such a way that I legitimately can say “every single line of this is a completely baseless lie.” Also the art in the corner is stolen from a child-friendly comic whose author is trans, so, that’s extra slimy. Also wow that “bone scans” bit is actually one I’ve never seen. Where the hell do they even get these ideas?

Also this one needs some setup. If you have time, this right here is a freaking journey, if not, I’ll try to summarize.

So a while ago, this one particular unhinged bigot decided the most productive way to spend all her time was to get in touch with a bulk sticker printing business and order thousands if not millions of these weird gross poorly framed slabs with a really crude drawing of a penis and bunch of gibberish she really wishes were the names of popular twitter hashtags that nobody else but her ever uses. And then after receiving these, just... wandering around the city she lives in all day every day plastering them on phone booths and power poles and the mirrors of bathrooms in like.. elementary schools and park benches, just everywhere. And then makes multiple passes a day apparently to make sure nobody has tried to remove any of them, as detailed in this amazing thread I’ll link again.

So the latest break in that particular saga is that same zealot going around plastering stickers like this around too, to make it seem like “both sides do it.”

It should be obvious that that’s a “blacks rule!” sort of fake between the baffling text and using the extra inclusive, particular emphasis on supporting people of color, general purpose LGBT+ flag, but also, like their fellows on 4chan, they plan this sort of “false flag” crap in broad daylight:

I should really properly credit the whistle-blowing on that particular oddity, and I should also note that aside from the breast milk sacks, this is all just stuff I saw TODAY catching up on my twitter feed, but my main point with all this is to illustrate that we really are dealing with Jack Chick/Westboro Baptist-level unhinged zealotry... but again, nobody’s out there pointing and laughing. And it turns out, when you don’t have people pointing and laughing at this sort of thing, you get people taking it seriously. So... when I went to quickly search for a news story to link with the bit about creeps barging in on women with cameras, the results I got were... this.

That... sure is a lot of stories about totally innocent people in a demographic I belong to being murdered by total strangers goaded into blind murderous hatred by the sort of people I’m pointing and laughing at! Ha ha! There’s a very real chance of that happening to me every time I step outside, for any reason! Tee hee! I live in a state of constant fear! Whoopsie!

And it’s not just stuff like that. The people posting these rambling tirades about “breast milk sack implants” and putting crude penis stickers everywhere, never being called out as the unhinged weirdos they are, either have the world turning a blind eye to all this crap, or have everything they do downplayed in the media to the point where outright sexual harassment, doxing, and slurs I don’t want to repeat get headlines like “so-and-so made comments that some fringe trans activists on the internet deem ‘possibly transphobic’” and that’s AT BEST. More often you get stuff like the one incident I managed to bring a lot of public attention to way back when, where some bigot just literally walked up to someone on the street, grabbed them, savagely beat the hell out of them until pulled apart, had friends film the whole thing, and bragged after the fact about it, and every story that appeared as a result claimed the assailant was the victim, because they were all written by her friends.

Face obscuring provided by me here, by the way.

And that isn’t a one-off incident. Because, see, most of these unhinged weirdos spewing out all this transphobic gibberish are not, as you would think, a bunch of barely educated Trump hat wearing members of some fringe religious congregation. They’re editors and producers in major British news outlets. This isn’t me shouting conspiracy nonsense either, this is well-documented. Like, The Guardian gets public internal protests over this crap. So does the BBC. Yes, other respected news sites cover this. Media watchdog groups do their best to reign this in with hearings and such, but, don’t actually have any power to enforce anything really. So when there’s “reporting” on this crap, it’s coming directly from the “breast milk sack implant” people. Oh and here’s some screenshots of the headlines of those stories you’re too lazy to click through and actually read:

And of course, sometimes when they want to really come across as respectful, they try to find “scientists” and “doctors” who back up their ravings but all they have to fall back on are disgraced quacks who spend most of their time on activism work to normalize pedophilia.

I’m not bringing that point about Cantor up to discredit his writings about trans people by the way. He doesn’t really HAVE any writings about trans people. He just pasted the names of a bunch of random studies from the 70s about whether playing with barbies makes you gay into his blog a few years back and this crowd was so desperate for validation they declared him an “expert in the field” and started passing out links to his.... pro-pedophila blog. Which is part of this whole pattern, but I’ve written about that before. Oh and the governments of multiple countries manage to treat all these people as “experts” and make policy decisions based on their ravings. That’s fun.

Anyway, aside from encouraging random people to, you know, just randomly murder anyone they see who looks like maybe a trans woman, every so often this weird little cult pulls in an actual celebrity who then has a public meltdown as they post all this gibberish to a wider audience. Currently this is going on with Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling (who’s actively promoting the pedophile guy up there on Twitter), and I think also William Shatner, but I haven’t really looked into it. The last big one though was Graham Linehan. Who you might remember from co-writing some sitcoms that were popular decades ago in Britain, or from being the weird cartoon villain who tried to kill the funding of a children’s charity, prompting this strange pledge drive marathon of Donkey Kong Country.

You might also know him as one of... I think honestly just two people who have ever managed to be such out of control stalking hate mongers that they were actually given a permanent no possible appeal ban from Twitter. Personally though I know him more as, you know, that one absolute creep who’s been obsessively stalking me for like 5 years and never shutting up about his weird personal obsession with me.

I WOULD link the recent freaking filmed interview he did where he spent forever rambling about me, but I’d have to actually watch it to confirm I had the right link, and also the only place I could quickly find a link to it would be on his twitter feed, which as stated, no longer exists. Oh and random side note there, despite being personally, by name, the person he was explicitly targeting all his hateful ramblings at, he wasn’t banned from that site for any of the disgusting stuff he said to me. He just slipped up and mentioned a cis woman with a professorship while shouting about this crap recently and that caused people to actually take action. I do so love being invisible.

Anyway, point is, prior to Rowling grabbing the baton from him as his social media presence went up in flames, this guy was name-dropping me a LOT. Presumably he still is, just in places fewer people see it. And when you have as big an audience as he did, and that audience is as full of hatemongers as his was, that has a pretty noticeable effect. I’ve been deluged with so much hateful garbage for so long it’s impossible for me to put any numbers on it. The closest I can do to quantify it is note that hate dump was big enough that I was also flooded with more weird messages intended as support from total strangers than I could deal with, totally losing access to social media feeds and my e-mail from the volume for a good bit, and THAT flood was big enough that I got this whole second wave of creepy stalkers who’d built up this whole weird fanon where this stalker here is like, someone I used to date or be business partners with and not just some creepy dude like twice my age stalking me over the internet, from a completely different hemisphere.

And I mean... in the broadest of strokes, I can kinda laugh all this off. Because... these people are completely ridiculous, out of touch with reality, and mostly live in other countries. But... all the threats and shouting are very real and very constant and like.. picture someone outside on the street shouting at your windows about how they’re going to break in and kill you. You really can’t ignore that. Even if they’re unarmed, and all they’re really capable of doing is shouting and pounding on your door, you can’t really just ignore that shouting and pounding and just watch a movie or play a game or write this article you promised would be done 3 months ago. You can certainly try, but a pretty big part of your brain is going to be occupied with thoughts about how maybe you should call someone to see if they’ll escort this violent person away, or maybe you should barricade your door in case all that pounding does something.

And I mean this isn’t a bad metaphor for how all the constant threats and stalking I’m dealing with thanks to celebrity bigots personally obsessed with me impacts my life, but it also does a pretty good job of describing how my night went pretty recently when I ACTUALLY DID HAVE SOMEONE POUNDING ON MY ACTUAL REAL PHYSICAL DOOR SHOUTING ABOUT STABBING ME TO DEATH, and no, there was no resolution to that beyond the sound of sirens causing that person to back off.

I also had an experience not too long ago where I was supposed to take a cab to a routine appointment, a car showed up with the cab company’s name on it, somewhat early, and proceeded to drive me... out to the middle of the freaking woods like an hour from where I live, and when my phone rang with my actual cab asking where I was the driver freaked out, had me get out of the car, and took off leaving me just... stuck in the middle of nowhere freezing to death and trying to find a landmark an actual cab could pick me up from. Still don’t know what the hell that whole thing was about and whether a cab driver just REALLY didn’t know what he was doing and panicked or what, but I do know that talking about it publicly in the vaguest of terms lead to a bunch of unhinged shouting from... apparently some unconnected ride share driver with a habit of dumping trans women between stops when they try to get medications or something, convinced I was calling him out for that.

So.... yeah. Things aren’t exactly going great in my neck of the woods. I’d really appreciate it if people would properly treat these unhinged violent weirdos like unhinged violent weirdos and not respectable members of society so they quit getting so bold and public with the violent stuff, and people who listen to them get properly shouted down for doing so.

#transphobia #stalking

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inconsistently--consistent · 4 years ago

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Whew. Today has been a busy day y'all. I woke up late and so I didn't get to finish my morning routine. I did get to school little bit early though and that meant I had time to catalog all of my overdue things. I do have one overdue assignment, but mostly it's readings or study stuff that I wanted to do earlier than I have. So, I got all of that planned out and in order. Then I had three 50 minute lectures. Then I got lunch and some coffee and water. I need to be drinking more water and you probably do to0!!

I did 41 math problems that were due today (thank you no wind resistance one hour loop on YouTube)

I'm finally in a good place for registration. I think I registered for some classes so I won't lose my scholarship in case the class I really do want I can't register for. I emailed my advisor back about some AP credits so I can get registered for the class that I really do want to be in next semester.

I also emailed a theater director at my school looking for an opportunity to be more creative than I am right now. I did theater throughout my entire childhood and now I'm an adult and I'm not doing it it feels like something's missing. So, we're gonna bring a try to rectify that. I was registered for a theatre class at the beginning of the semester, but it got canceled and I was just overwhelmed trying to keep up with these other classes maybe it wasn't the best idea. I still would like to do something.

#blog post #study #studying #study motivation #studyblr #studyspo

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rainofaugustsith · 5 years ago

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Thank you very much for the tag @vespertine-legacy! I can’t remember who has been tagged so @cyrraluu @shabre-legacy @shimmersing @tishinada @abbienormal @mimabeann @dreamy04 @soulparticle @levelofdepth NO PRESSURE, only if you want to! Viri (you know she’s always first because she is)

-CLOTHING MAKES THE WOMAN-

Do their bra and panties match consistently? Yes | No | Not applicable (and in Viri’s case they are usually completely clashing neon orange or stripes or smiley faces)

Do they wash their makeup off before going to bed? Yes | No | Sometimes | Doesn’t wear makeup

Do they wear socks? Yes | No | Sometimes (and just like the underwear, they are usually the most garish yet comfortable socks she can find. After Viri lost her foot, Lana tried to cheer her up by knitting her new socks that were ridiculously bright and would fit her cybernetic foot)

What do they usually wear to bed? Nothing | Undergarments | Pyjamas | Pyjama pants | Tomorrow’s clothes (Viri does like comfortable pajamas but they usually end up being worn to lounge around the house. By the time she actually goes to bed she’s *cough* taken them off)

Their clothes are usually… Stained | Raggedy | Like new | Well worn | Depends (If Viri loves a specific piece of clothing she will wear it until it’s rags, but she also is very sharply dressed when she is working and has to make an impression)

-FINANCES? LET’S SEE-

How do they handle their bills? Sets aside bill money each check | Pays them right away | Pays them last minute | They’re frequently overdue | Paying? Bills? What a concept. (Viri doesn’t like loose ends or owing anything to anyone, so if something’s due she will pay it ASAP if she is able)

Most likely to pay with? Raw currency (or barter) | Check/paper trail | Debit | Credit (the Star Wars equivalent of transfering credits electronically. If she pays by credit she will try to pay it off immediately)

-AN APPLE A DAY-

How often do they get exercise? Frequently, from work | Frequently, from a hobby | Somewhat, from a hobby | Somewhat, from work | Never (Viri spends hours every day exercising, conditioning, sparring and working on forms. She also dances for fun. And there’s that exercise she and Lana always have together...*cough*)

Do they drink? Always | Often | Somewhat | On rare occasions | Never (Viri can get drunk just *looking* at a bottle, it seems, so she completely avoids it)

Do they do drugs of any kind? Yes | Sometimes | No

Do they smoke? Yes | Sometimes | No

-EDUCATION MATTERS-

What education have they reached? None | Elementary/Primary | Middle/Secondary | High/Tertiary | College, bachelors | College, masters | College, PhD | GDA | Workforce training | (Viri went to Imperial schools and the Sith Academy from the time she was a small child, and her parents also educated her in their fields of science and math. The Sith sent her to get a degree at the University of Corellia because she was so strong in some disciplines of science. She also reads and seeks out knowledge from anyone who will teach her).

Do they frequently learn new skills? Yes | On occasion | Only as needed | Not usually (as noted above if you have something new you can show Viri, she’s all ears. Tying knots, learning sabacc tricks, silly jokes, new Force skills, slang she doesn’t know in other languages...anything)

-CLOTHING MAKES THE WOMAN-

Do their bra and panties match consistently? Yes | No | Not applicable (the Jedi ones matched, but they were drab. Now she wears whatever she likes and it’s usually racy)

Do they wash their makeup off before going to bed? Yes | No | Sometimes | Doesn’t wear makeup

Do they wear socks? Yes | No | Sometimes

What do they usually wear to bed? Nothing | Undergarments | Pyjamas | Pyjama pants | Tomorrow’s clothes (Ror did not have her own room until she was assigned her ship at the beginning of the class story. Once she did, she quickly learned that if she walked around naked or topless, people wouldn’t barge into her space anymore. She’s kept that up because it’s more comfortable and ahem, if she’s not sleeping alone there’s no need for clothes...

Their clothes are usually… Stained | Raggedy | Like new | Well worn | Depends

-FINANCES? LET’S SEE-

How do they handle their bills? Sets aside bill money each check | Pays them right away | Pays them last minute | They’re frequently overdue | Paying? Bills? What a concept. (Ror tries to avoid even getting a bill. When she was a Jedi she paid everything up front so the Jedi Order wouldn't find out and there wouldn't be a paper/cyber trail. That practice has stayed with her even though she's no longer a Jedi and the Alliance is much more chill.)

Most likely to pay with? Raw currency (or barter) | Check/paper trail | Debit | Credit (Ror never had anything other than raw currency as a Jedi and she had to hide it, since the Jedi aren't supposed to own things. She still has not figured out how to use an account, and both Somminick Timmns and the Alliance have agreed to give her cash.

-AN APPLE A DAY-

How often do they get exercise? Frequently, from work | Frequently, from a hobby | Somewhat, from a hobby | Somewhat, from work | Never (There are some very enjoyable hobbies Ror partakes in...)

Do they drink? Always | Often | Somewhat | On rare occasions | Never (Ror enjoys cantinas. It’s another thing the Jedi banned for her and she feels like it’s an extra ‘fuck you’ to enjoy wine, women and song.

Do they do drugs of any kind? Yes | Sometimes | No

Do they smoke? Yes | Sometimes | No

-EDUCATION MATTERS-

What education have they reached? None | Elementary/Primary | Middle/Secondary | High/Tertiary | College, bachelors | College, masters | College, PhD | GDA | Workforce training | I don’t know | Other (Since the Jedi grabbed her as a young child she's never been to school other than the Jedi Academy. That gave her a high literacy level and a strong handle on the Republic's government and perspective of history, but not much else. Since leaving the Jedi she's tried to read and learn on her own.)

Do they frequently learn new skills? Yes | On occasion | Only as needed | Not usually (Ror is usually very prickly to strangers and doesn’t make friends easily, but if you offer to teach her something or help her learn, you can often reach her and gain her friendship)

-CLOTHING MAKES THE WOMAN-

Do their bra and panties match consistently? Yes | No | Not applicable (sometimes)

Do they wash their makeup off before going to bed? Yes | No | Sometimes | Doesn’t wear makeup

Do they wear socks? Yes | No | Sometimes

What do they usually wear to bed? Nothing | Undergarments | Pyjamas | Pyjama pants | Tomorrow’s clothes

Their clothes are usually… Stained | Raggedy | Like new | Well worn | Depends (Iki lives in the Star Wars equivalent of well-worn jeans and T-shirts)

-FINANCES? LET’S SEE-

How do they handle their bills? Sets aside bill money each check | Pays them right away | Pays them last minute | They’re frequently overdue | Paying? Bills? What a concept. (Ikina and Ashara run their own tea house, and they’re acutely aware that they have to cover costs so they budget as closely as they can)

Most likely to pay with? Raw currency (or barter) | Check/paper trail | Debit | Credit

-AN APPLE A DAY-

How often do they get exercise? Frequently, from work | Frequently, from a hobby | Somewhat, from a hobby | Somewhat, from work | Never (Ikina likes to take long walks. As a slicer she’s at a desk a lot; as an owner of a tea house she runs around a bit more)

Do they drink? Always | Often | Somewhat | On rare occasions | Never

Do they do drugs of any kind? Yes | Sometimes | No

Do they smoke? Yes | Sometimes | No

-EDUCATION MATTERS-

Do they frequently learn new skills? Yes | On occasion | Only as needed | Not usually

#swtor #Viridana Dragoi #OC: Rorjhana #OC: Ror #OC: Ikina

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jeanvaljean24601 · 4 years ago

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9 Straight-to-Streaming Blockbusters to Watch While You Wait for Tenet's Release

Once upon a time, movie fans had a lot to look forward to in the way of summer 2020 theatrical releases. The twenty-fifth James Bond flick No Time to Die was set to kick things off in April, and in May, Scarlett Johnasson's overdue MCU standalone film Black Widow and the next Fast and Furious flick F9 were scheduled to drop. Then, Patty Jenkins' Wonder Woman 1984 was scheduled to hit theaters in June, and the long-awaited Top Gun: Maverick was expected the same month. And of course Christopher Nolan's Tenet, seemingly the last hope for some semblance of a blockbuster this year, continues to get pushed back indefinitely. That's just a small sample of the major movies which were delayed as a result of the coronavirus pandemic.

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andrina-the-amazingsupergenius · 5 years ago

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No Mourners || Rowdy N Randy

Summary: Andrina and Rob Triton blow this Popsicle stand-- see ya later, suckers.

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ROB Rob got a text from an unknown number. It was three words. It changed everything. We got him. He knew immediately it was Joan. That Joan was talkin’ about Fakhir. That somehow — somehow — they’d gotten Fakhir out of prison. Whether the money Rob had wired ‘em had sponsored a lawyer or somehow busted him out. Where, Rob texted back. The next answer was coordinates. A date. All in a code that they’d made up long ago. Rob committed it to memory. He needed to leave town. He was overdue to leave town. He’d gotten comfortable here, settled. This text was a jolt. A reminder that he wasn’t ever supposed to be in Swynlake that long. He needed to do something about it. He needed to leave. He filed that thought away and went to dinner with the Triton family. After that pretty uneventful dinner — and the very eventful aftermath — Rob lay on the mattress he called a bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, smokin’ a cigarette. He thought of the text. He turned to Andrina who was sitting besides him, shifting so he was on his side. “Hey, I need to get out of town,” he said. “Soon as possible, actually. And I can’t come back. Not for a long time at least.” He paused. “Wanna come?” Even after the fight, he thought she might say no. She did have her family here, after all, and family bonds ran deep. Asking her to pick up everything she’d ever known and never come back was somethin’ big. Well, not that she couldn’t come back. But he couldn’t. Not for a long time at least. If he had doubt, though, it didn’t show on his face, as he smiled and took another drag.

ANDRINA Andrina was going to leave Swynlake.

The anger that fueled her throughout her confrontation with Tina hadn’t left yet. Instead, it tunneled ever deeper through her, becoming a permanent part of Andrina Triton. Because with the anger came freedom. She had realized as she stalked home-- well, to Rob’s place-- that if she truly no longer gave a fuck about her sisters’ feelings, there was nothing that she couldn’t do. She could quit her job at Whosits and Whatsits, which she only did to make Daddy happy. She could move out of her apartment and crash with Rob, because she spent enough time with him anyway. She could refuse to come to family dinners every single fucking day of the week. No more checking in, more more ‘reporting for duty, mister!’, no more movie nights where her sisters squabble for literally a half hour over someone’s choice. She didn’t have to, not anymore. Would her sisters hate her? Maybe. But hey, not giving a fuck, remember! There was a new Andrina here, one waiting to burst forth from her cocoon after so many years of suffocating. What did an Andrina who was not beholden to the Tritons look like? Did she get more shit done? Did she laugh more? Was she happier? Andy got to find out. So actually what Andy was doing while in Rob’s bed was looking at cruises online. She’d never been on a cruise before, but it sounded like the kind of thing that was up her alley. What better way to fuck off from Swynlake for a week or two and come back rejuvenated? Attina hated her little Blackpool stunt? Well how about a little jaunt through the Caribbean! Rob would come with her. They’d dance and fuck and steal the left earrings off all the rich ladies. They’d eat an unlimited supply of frozen yogurt. Maybe they’d stay on the islands, who knows! Then Rob, like he was reading her mind, propositioned her before she could proposition him. Her eyebrows raised. “Are you cheating off me?” Andy said and, giggling, she playfully moved her phone against her chest as if she was hiding her answers. “I was literally just looking for some way to fuck off. Granted, I was thinking more of the honeymoon variety but…” she tossed her phone to the edge of the bed and then clambered onto his lap, her thighs on either side. “Whatcha thinking?” She pressed the pad of her thumb in the middle of Rob’s sexy, bushy brows. “You have your plotting face on. Is it illegal?” Rob “Nah,” said Rob after he’d laughed and let out a little sigh of relief he didn’t even know he had in him. He rested his hands on Andrina’s legs, lookin’ up at her, his back against the wall. “Well. Okay, we wouldn’t be doin’ anything illegal.” Yet. Actually I don’t know all the details, but long story short, one of my mates was in prison and now he’s not and the whole gang’s finally in a place where we can meet up. Well not the whole gang…” This was more about his life than he’d ever divulged. If Andrina was gonna skip town with him and meet Fakhir and Joan and Martin, then, well, he might as well tell her. “Most of ‘em except Tuck, who’s studyin’ to be a priest or somethin’ — but the rest of ‘em are my crew from back in the day.” His fingers danced up her thigh, fiddling with the hem of her shorts, findin’ somethin’ to do so he didn’t feel as… exposed as he did. “But it’s Joan and Martin and Fakhir — he’s the one outta prison. Which wasn’t a stealin’ things thing so much as it was a wrong place, wrong time thing.” He chuckled, “But yeah, always meant to use this place as a pit stop before we all got back together to pull off more jobs. And if you’re comin’ along we can dream a little bigger.” He sat up a little straighter, leaning towards her, almost like he was gonna kiss her. “I always wanted to rob a private museum. Or a billionaire with a fancy security system. Need a full team for that, though.” He caught her lip between his teeth, pullin’ her closer. “First step’s gettin’ to bloody Croatia though. So y’know, actually a pretty lovely honeymoon destination.”

ANDRINA Andrina had never heard any of these names before. They belonged to pre-Rob-Triton. To a pre-Rob-in-Swynlake, even. This was him before, the man who Andrina had only ever glimpsed. The mystery of that Rob had absolutely been part of not only his appeal, but the appeal of the different skills he offered her. Learning how to pickpocket, to pick locks, to plan a robbery--these were all roads into his mystery. Andrina didn’t actually want to know, by the way, the answer. But she liked being part of the mystery as it unraveled or got more complicated. And this was definitely a handful of new clues. Look at all the people who knew her husband undoubtedly better than Andrina herself. She wanted to meet them. Actually, she wanted them to meet her. She imagined wiggling her fingers and flashing that ring at their faces. She imagined pulling out her laptop and showing them what she could do. Would there be a place for her? It sounded like maybe there could be, if only temporarily. And in Croatia too. She’d never been there. Andrina tilted her head. Her hands trailed down Rob’s neck, brushed over his collarbone. She gripped his shoulders. They had sex like this often, Andrina fucking Rob into this grimy little mattress, watching him watch her. “I could get behind Croatia,” she said. One of her flirtiest smiles flashed across her face and she teased a little playful pout into her voice as she took on the role of silly girlfriend. “Did you tell them about me at all? D’you think they’d like me?”

ROB “They know about you,” said Rob, “though the ring’s gonna be a surprise.” He had, actually, told Joan and the lot about Andrina, though he hadn’t mentioned a name, just that there was a girl and she could get into any security system she wanted. That had been enough to impress the gang, though Rob was certain Joan’d think Andrina was hot. “May’ve been talkin’ you up for a time,” he admitted, kissin’ her on the neck. “Dinnit mention a name, though, security hazard an’ all. But you’re our key to steppin’ up to the next level — if you’re interested.” He still spoke a little cautiously, somethin’ deep inside of him afraid she’d laugh and tell him thanks, but no thanks. That he’d been a fun little adventure for a while, but now she was goin’ to get back to the things that really mattered to her. But she didn’t seem to want to back off. Andrina’s eyes glimmered. She looked interested. She looked — she looked like she was going to stay with him. For now. That was all that mattered, really. “But they’ll like you. If I like you, they’ll like you,” he said, kissin’ her on the mouth now. “We’ve, er, just got to leave as soon as we possibly can in order to make it to our rendezvous point on the specified date. Like within a day.

ANDRINA Well, Andrina liked to be the talk of the town. Or the talk of the Tritons. Or the talk of a criminal gang. She smirked, heart fluttering like a girl with a silly playground crush, as Rob kissed her cheek and stroked her hair and flattered her. She’d be more embarrassed about how easy it was to butter her up if it didn’t feel so good-- and if Andrina didn’t think she deserved it. And you know what? There was no place for her, her talents, her interests here in Swynlake. She’d known that practically since her mum died. Year after year, she tried to ignore it on behalf of her sisters. Year after year, she enrolled in a Pride U class under the guise of taking her life seriously. Year after year, she dropped out, failed to turn in an assignment, took a pass/fail. She’d accumulated a hodgepodge of credits she didn’t care about and wasted so much of Daddy’s money on a big pile of nothing. The only class she’d never failed was this school of hard knocks, so to speak. Maybe she had an unfair advantage, being a princess with a credit card and nothing to lose. Maybe it wasn’t a perfect fit either because of that but-- Why’d she feel more like herself with Rob than anywhere else, if that was true? She was starting to think this prank-marriage was going to stick. It wasn’t a prank at all. Or maybe it was a prank on herself-- surprise Andrina! You love something. Maybe not the boy, but you love this life. She leaned down and kissed Rob full on the mouth and the line between those two things blurred. She didn’t need to pull it apart and define it. She had something better-- and that was Rob’s respect. “I’m in,” she said against his lips. She leaned away and leaned back to unhook her bra. “We have time for a shag first, right, Mr. Triton?” She flashed a teasing smile as she peeled her own bra off and then held it out to the side, let it dangle there for a second, before she dropped it.

ROB Now really, Rob dinnit know how he’d got here. Swynlake was supposed to be a one and done. But he’d stayed. Now he was married. It had all been a joke. Hadn’t it? Just for shits and giggles and they went along with it all and now his name was officially Rob Triton on a document somewhere and here was his wife takin’ off her bra and tellin’ him she’d run away with him. Rob had known long ago that a life of a family and kids and a white picket fence would never be in the cards for him. He’d go mad, even if there was something nice about it. But there was no way he could do what he did best and also have that. But he had somethin’ better. He looked at Andrina and he kissed her on the mouth and he thought, well, maybe this was somethin’ This was more than something. This — Andrina — was the best thing. He wanted her to come along. He’d been bracin’ himself for the no. But she was coming with him. The intensity of the relief shocked him. He dinnit want to go anywhere without this woman. He didn’t know if one day he’d wake up and feel differently — or if she would — but for now, he was gonna take that feelin’ and ride with it. Because there wasn’t anyone else in this world who’d not only ride with him, but pull him along too. Rob knotted a hand in Andrina’s hair, kissing at her jawline. “For you?” he chuckled, running his free hand up her side. “Always time.”

#para #rowdy and randy #UGH MY BABY ALL GROWN UP AND ROBBIN PEOPLE #goodbye my dear

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welcome-my-sunflower-blog · 6 years ago

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heliotropism (prologue 3.0)

☼ Pairing: Stray Kids x fem!Reader (possible 9 routes)

☼ Genre: angel au!, romance, mystery

☼ Warning: some violence, possible trigger warnings (?)

☼ Word Count: 6.1k

☼ PART ONE| PART TWO

☼ Summary:

You finally got into the angel academy to keep a promise you had to uphold no matter what - however with your dyed and uneven wings, tough demeanor, and broken soul, you find yourself in the lowest of color ranks and surrounded by angels that can’t seem to leave you alone. One day out of the blue, you find a letter with your name on it and discover that someone knows the reasons why the real color of your wings aren’t like everyone else’s. And in order to uncover the truths about yourself, you have to find the person writing the letters; even if it means discovering things that could risk your life.

☼ A/N: hi everyone! i am so sorry this part is so overdued! even though i said that this part was the last one, there is still another half of this part still not finished! we aren’t done just yet! as for the routes, i have an idea of who i’ll be starting our journey off with first! thank you everyone for your support and your wonderful comments and messages! as always all the pictures and gifs used in this story don’t belong to me and all of the credits go to their beloved owners! i hope you guys enjoy this part and please keep an eye out for the last final part of this prologue!

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“Stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.” Minho gently placed me down on the edge of the fountain and made sure to cover the bottom half of my face with the blanket. “Don't go anywhere, got it?”

“It’s not like I can.” You wanted to roll your eyes at his sarcasm, but you just nodded with your eyes glued on the hungry flames eating away at everything it touched; Minho gave you a slight chuckle before running off to the burning building. An explosion suddenly went off somewhere on the top floor and it made you flinch before feeling your chest become heavy with anxiety. Minho disappeared into the Silver dorm and you lost sight of him before seeing him help an injured angel out of the building a couple seconds later.

There were injured angels around you trying to catch their breath and get enough fresh air before the smoke started to fill up the streets; some of them had minor injuries such as cuts, scrapes or bruises while others had burned off feathers or badly scorched wings. The fresh, bloody wounds made you remembered what had just happened to your own and there was a growing, unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t just sit there and do nothing; even though your body was past the point of keeping you on your two feet, your painfully dyed wings were nothing compared to the burn wounds on those angels’ wings.

Biting down a wince of pain, you pulled the blanket off your body and soaked it into the water of the fountain before approaching a female angel who was on the ground crying in pain. The tips of her wings were burned off and there were horrible burns all over her arms. You gently wrapped the wet towel around her body and comforted her as she cried into your arms.

“It’s okay…”

Smoke started to fill the streets as the flames got bigger and stronger. There were angels trying to put it out with fire extinguishers and hoses connected to the nearest hydrant however it seemed like it was doing nothing to the fire. You noticed Seungmin helping a limping angel from one of the back doors when some of the building structure above him started to crumble.

“Seungmin!” You screamed his name as the adrenaline in your body rose when you scrambled to get to your feet. He heard his name being called and that was when he saw the structure above him giving out. You wanted to run and you wanted to push him out of the way so badly, but it was like your legs had turned into mush because they didn't want to work when you wanted them to. You fell back onto the ground when you tried to stand up and you just watched in horror as Seungmin barely manage to dodge the falling structure. A small part of his already shortened wing caught on fire and you had to let out a sigh of relief when he put it out immediately; thankfully only a couple of feathers were burned.

Suddenly, cracks of purple lightning filled the dark sky and loud roars of thunder shook the ground as rain clouds started to form above the dorm complex. You were immediately drenched as it started to pour down hard. The flames started to slowly die and so did the panic. Chan and Woojin had arrived shortly before the rain started and their lieutenants were either setting up healing stations or pulling out any more angels that were still in the building; to your horror amongst the handful of surviving angels, there were also those that unfortunately didn't make it.

Before you could see the bodies, someone dropped a blanket over your head and the next thing you knew, you were being lifted up and carried somewhere while the rain started to calm down a bit.

“Hey! What the-!”

“Stop kicking! I’m taking you inside!” You immediately recognized Hyunjin’s voice and relaxed for maybe three seconds before tensing up again.

“Wait, I was helping that girl back there!”

“Jisung got to her, she’ll be fine. Lieutenant Minho told me to bring you inside before you actually pass out. He said you have a fever.” Hyunjin muttered under his breath as he stepped out of the rain into the crowded lobby before going up the stairs to your floor.

“So?? I can take care of myself! A fever is nothing compared to what everyone else is going through. Not put me down-”

“You can’t even stand!” He scolded you and opened the door to your room before setting you on the bed and taking off the blanket. Hyunjin finally took notice of your silver wings and they didn't seem right to him; the other colors suited you better than this. You huffed in annoyance, knowing that he was right and folded in your wings, feeling uncomfortable with him staring at them.

“I’m guessing the door isn’t fixed.”

“Seungmin has to order you another door knob. There weren’t any spares left in the inventory.” Hyunjin sighed. “I’m gonna head downstairs and see if anyone else needs help so take a bath and get dressed in some clean clothes. Unless… you need me to help you get into the bath-”

“I’m fine! I can get into the tub myself…” You muttered, obviously not wanting him to help you anymore since it wasn’t needed and motioned for him to go. “Go help. I’ll be fine.”

“If you need me to check up on you later-”

“Oh my god, no. It’s okay.” You shook your head and Hyunjin hesitated before nodding and leaving the room. Trying to gathering your thoughts and breath a little, you sat on your bed for a couple minutes before pushing yourself off to get to the restroom. You used the door frame and wall to balance your body up as you dragged yourself to the tub where you immediately stripped away the dirty clothes.

With the shower curtain pulled over, you turned on the shower and just sat in the tub as the cold water ran down your body. You folded your wings in and let the sound of the water lull you to sleep as you rested your head to the side against the tub. The tensions and exhaustion gradually left your aching body, leaving you in a peaceful sleep.

The door to your room opened and something heavy was dropped onto the ground. A light brownish-blonde haired boy stepped into the minimally furnished room and closed the door behind him. While the fire and condition of the Silver dorm being dealt with by the Captains and Lieutenants, the angels who used to live in that dorm were now being assigned to share a room in the Red dorm for the night until things were settled down; there weren’t many angels in the Silver dorm so there were plenty of rooms for them to occupy. However, the only issue was that some Red dorm residents had issues with Silver dorm residents and rooming was slightly limited because some angels didn't want to share their room.

The RA of the Silver dorm was last to get assigned to a room and there was only one room left that had a spare bed available - Seungmin was hesitant at first, but your room was the only option left. He wanted to share his room but because he was an RA, he only had one bed and there wasn’t spare to add another one in just for the night.

“It’s shabby,” the light-brown haired angel sighed as he checked out the room. “-but what can I expect from the Red dorms?” He approached the closed wardrobe next to your bed and opened it to pull down the foldable bed; the bedspread and everything was put away neatly into the drawers so he took those out and started making the bed for the night.

The sound of the shower continued to drag on as the angel unpacked some things from a bag that Seungmin gave him; it was filled with necessities that he might need for the night and even a spare set of clothes to sleep in. Maybe after thirty minutes of doing nothing but looking around and staring up at the ceiling, the RA of the Silver dorm decided to knock on the restroom door because you were taking too long.

“Hey, are you done in there?” He asked and waited for a response but heard nothing; then he remembered that Seungmin told him what had happened to you and the condition you were in. “Are you okay?”

No response.

The light-brown haired angel panicked and thought you had passed out for real so he hesitantly opened the door and a whole bunch of steam just came rushing at him. He tried to waved them away from his arms and grabbed a towel from the rack.

“Y/N?”

When you didn't reply, he pulled the shower curtain back slightly to see you in a fetal-like position in the tub with your wings covering your naked body. He immediately turned off the shower and putting aside his uneasiness and discomfort he pulled you into his arms and wrapped the towel around your body with averted eyes.

“Okay… Okay, Felix. You can do this.” The angel muttered to himself as he attempted to dry your body as best as he could without looking and lifted you out of the tub. Felix carried you to your bed and just pulled the covers over your body. He exhaled heavily as if he was holding his breath the entire time and glanced at your peaceful sleeping face; you looked okay from what he could tell. “Geez…”

Felix grabbed another towel to dry your hair and put your discarded clothes into the laundry basket before taking a shower himself; most of the hot water was gone since the majority of the dorm was probably showering as well, but he didn't mind the cold water.

After he finished showering, Felix changed and decided to go check on the situation of the Silver dorm before heading to bed.

When you woke up the next morning, you started to shiver because it was cold in your room for some reason. Your body felt relaxed but at the same time… it felt kind of airy in some places?

Wait what?

Your eyes widened and you looked under the covers to see your body completely exposed before sitting up with the blankets pressed against you. You remembered taking a really nice shower… and then falling asleep; but you had no recollections of waking up and going to bed nude. Before you could freak out verbally, you heard the sound of snoring coming from nearby; it sounded like it was coming from somewhere in your room.

Turning your head, you froze to see a body occupied on the spare bed next to yours and confusion just hit you; who was this person and why were they sleeping in your room?? Were they also the person who carried you to bed… while you were still naked!?

“Hey...Wake up…” You cleared your throat and leaned towards the other bed to tap the person while still keeping the covers still close to your chest. “Hey excuse me?”

The person stirred and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you heard a very deep groan-like is it even remotely possible for a voice to be this low and husky? You quickly scurried back to your bed when the person slowly sat up and their covers falling to their lap; this boy had disheveled lightish-brown hair that somewhat covered his eyes and even with the slight bloatedness on his fair features, you could see that his face has some charm to them. The color of his wings were white with long streaks of gold and they were almost as big as Hyunjin’s.

“Who are you?” You asked a bit louder than before and he glanced at you with a confused expression before finally realizing what was going on. Felix’s eyes widened when he saw you clinging the covers to your body and quickly looked away before clearing his throat.

“Felix… My name’s Felix.”

Taken aback at his deep voice, you tried to make sense as to how his voice was his and how his face had that voice.

“...W...Why are you in my room…?”

“Uh… Well, last night since the Silver dorm was burned down, we were assigned to stay in the rooms in this dorm for the night.”

“... But why mine?” You sort of understood what was going on, but there were plenty of rooms in this dorm; why did he have to stay in yours?

“Some angels living here don't really like angels from the Silver dorm so you could say beds were limited.” Felix explained softly as he ruffled his bed hair slightly.

“That’s kind of petty, but okay… Are you going to be leaving today? Or what’s the plan?” You decided to get up out of bed and grab some clothes or something to change into while still holding onto the blanket. “Close your eyes. I feel uncomfortable talking to you with no clothes on…”

“S-Sorry about that,” Felix closed his eyes tightly as you hurried to your luggage to grab anything you could change into. “-I didn't think you’d be comfortable knowing that I dressed you so I didn't try. And about the room situation, the Captains said they’d let us know today. We’re going to find out about it at breakfast.”

“You’re right about the dressing me part… You...didn't see anything...right?”

“N-No, I didn't. I didn't look I swear.” Felix internally panicked and his ears burned hot at the thought of what happened the night before; but remembering it made him even more embarrassed.

You quickly got changed into a sports bra, underwear and an oversized black t-shirt before putting the blanket back onto your bed. You tossed the towel into the laundry basket and grabbed a brush from the restroom sink.

“You can look now…” You muttered softly as you sat on the bed with your back facing Felix. “I’m Y/N by the way… I don't think I mentioned my name.”

“I know… I think everyone on campus kind of knows…” Felix replied with a nod and stood up to make the bed neat and tidy. “You don't mind if I use the restroom first, do you?”

“Go right ahead.”

You tried not to stare at Felix as he walked into the restroom and closed the door so that he could freshen up for the morning. With a sigh, you just brushed through your hair and tied it up into a messy bun before sliding on some slippers. You picked up your memo pad with some things you needed to do written on it and that was when you noticed your silver wings in the standing mirror.

“They are frickin’ ugly as hell…” You grimaced at the plain color and didn't like how you looked with it; but it was a whole lot better than what the real color of your wings was. The color underneath all that dye would for sure cause you a lot of trouble if anyone where to know of it.

The restroom door opened after a couple minutes and you went in after Felix finished drying his face after washing it. He froze when you brushed past him and once the restroom door closed he went to put on some slippers from the bag Seungmin gave him. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door and Felix hesitated before going to open it.

“... Where’s Y/N?” Hyunjin immediately frowned when the door opened to reveal a guy that wasn’t you; he remembered seeing Seungmin talking to him the night before but Hyunjin wasn’t interested in what they were conversing about.

“She’s brushing her teeth. You need something?” Felix frowned as well, feeling some hostility coming from Hyunjin and noticed the size of his wings; he heard that there was a new freshmen with wings bigger than his and Felix had one of the largest wings on campus. So this was who it was.

“Breakfast is starting and the Captains want to talk to us. Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.”

Before Hyunjin could ask about her overall condition, you came out of the restroom and saw the two boys just glaring at one another.

“What’s going on here?” You asked in confusion with crossed arms.

“Nothing. Let’s go get food.” Hyunjin reached forward and grabbed your hand in his, pulling you out of the room to him. Before you could remind him not to touch you, he started dragging you down the hallway, leaving Felix with a bitter feeling in his chest.

“Slow down! And stop holding my hand!” You complained, pulling your hand away from Hyunjin when the two of you reached the top of the stairs. “What is wrong with you?”

“Are you feeling okay?” He turned to you with concerned eyes and you were confused as to why he was so worried about your well-being. “Nothing happened after I left?”

“I’m okay… and no. Not really.” You didn't really want to tell him about the whole Felix finding you sleeping in the tub and carrying your naked body to your bed so you kept it to yourself. “Let’s just go eat already. I’m starving.”

Hyunjin just sighed when you clearly lied to his face and decided not to pester you about it before following you into the dining hall. He helped you get some food on your plates and the two of you joined Jisung at a table where Seungmin was at. You immediately dug in and the boys weren’t even surprised anymore.

“You let her walk out wearing that again?” Seungmin noticed that your attire was the same as the last time you walked into the dining hall and Hyunjin just took off his cardigan and draped it over your legs.

“Slipped my mind. I was preoccupied with something else at the moment.” Hyunjin gave Felix a hard stare when the light-brown haired angel entered the dining hall and conversing with some of his friends. Seungmin followed his gaze and just nodded.

“So you met Felix.”

“Are you okay, Y/N? With having to share a room with a dude…?” Jisung asked as you were spreading some cream cheese on your toasted bagel.

“Does it matter what I think? There was a limited amount of beds available right? And I just happened to have a spare bed.” You muttered as you took a big bite of the bagel.

“But are you okay with it?” Hyunjin frowned and you shrugged.

“Not really, but it’s not like we’d have to spend another night together, right?”

“Who knows. Chan and Woojin are going to be talking about it soon.” Seungmin picked up his coffee cup and took a sip from it before glancing at the Captains talking near the stage. “Ah right. I’m going to head into town after breakfast to pick up your new door knob and keys. Do you want to come with me, Y/N?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” You blinked and Hyunjin choked on his own coffee while Jisung’s eyes just widened like saucers.

“Depends. Do you want it to be a date?” Seungmin grinned teasingly. “We’ll have some fun hitting up the hardware store and maybe I’ll take you to get some crepes.”

“I love crepes!” Your eyes widened at the sound of dessert and he laughed out loud. “It’s a date then!”

“Perfect.” He chuckled as Hyunjin just gave him a look of disbelief. “What? Do you guys want me to take you on a date too? Do you like crepes too?”

“I like the chocolate hazelnut flavor!” Jisung’s eyes also sparkled at the invitation to eat crepes and you turned to him in surprise.

“Me too! Whoa, we have something in common after all!”

“D-Did we not?” He suddenly blinked in confusion and Hyunjin just shook his head.

“How about it, Hyunjin? Are you up for a date with the three of us?” Seungmin chuckled.

“Someone has to keep you guys out of trouble right?”

“Everyone!” Chan called out for everyone’s attention and you turned your gaze to where the blonde angel was standing at; for a split second you swore you made eye contact with him, but you thought it was just your imagination so you went back to eating. “We have some announcements to make regarding the housing situation after what happened last night.”

“While we’re going to rebuild the Silver dorm, the academy is going to reimburse everyone who was housing there so that you guys can buy necessities for the time being. As for the rooming situation, we’ve decided that where you guys are right now is where you’ll be staying temporarily. Those that lived in the Silver dorm will now stay in the Red dorm and we won’t tolerate those who refuse to share their living spaces. The academy won’t forget to reward you for your cooperation so we would like to thank you for openly allowing your fellow angels to stay with you.” Woojin explained and some angels just groaned while others were happy about the decision.

“Tonight at the park we will send our farewells to our friends who did not make it out of the fire or passed on from their injuries. I expect everyone to attend the ceremony so please make time out of your night to join us.” Chan spoke afterwards and you stopped eating when you remembered that there were angels who lost their lives that night. You placed down your utensils and turned to see that Chan was looking at you as Changbin was reporting on what was going on at the med bay.

“I’m sorry.” The blonde-haired Captain mouthed to you and you gave him a confused expression; what was he apologizing for?

Once the announcements were over, you excused yourself to go back to your dorm to get changed into a more suitable outfit for an outdoor ‘date’ only to find something sticking out from under your door. You looked around and saw that the hallway was empty and you didn't see anyone on your way to your dorm either. Picking up the envelope, you opened it right there and saw a blank piece of paper; but you knew that there was a hidden message written on it. This was a method of communication that you were familiar with during your times in the streets on the other side of the wall.

Quickly closing the door behind you, you rummaged through your backpack for the blacklight flashlight that you always carried around and pulled it out to reveal the message.

‘i know about your wings. i know who you really are... but i’m not the only one. find me and i’ll tell you everything before it’s too late. don't let them get you.’

Turning off the blacklight, you quickly folded up the letter and put it back into the envelope before getting tape out of your backpack. You taped the envelope onto the top of the second drawer in your nightstand and felt panic setting in the pit of your stomach; someone in the academy knows about your wings… and it seems like those who you were trying to escape and hide from found out where you were. But how?

You jumped when you heard someone knocking on the door and hesitated before opening it cautiously to see Seungmin standing there sheepishly.

“You ready?” He beamed a smile, making you realize that you hadn’t changed yet.

“N-Not yet… Give me two minutes.” You shook your head and he nodded before you closed the door to put on a pair of jean shorts and ankle boots. Glancing at the hidden letter in your nightstand drawer one last time, you tried to set aside the uneasy feeling in your chest and stepped out of the room.

“You okay?” Jisung asked you softly while the four of you were walking to the Plaza where all the shops, entertainment and food areas were. While Hyunjin and Seungmin were slightly ahead, the blonde angel fell back to your pace after noticing that you were kind of spaced out.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I’m okay…”

“It’s because you don't look like it.” He murmured with a concerned expression as you looked up at him in puzzlement. “Your face is pale, you seem distracted and you’re not as… snappy.”

“Maybe I didn't get enough sleep or something… Or maybe I just need something sweet.” You shrugged and he suddenly hooked his arm around yours, pulling you in the direction of a boba tea shop nearby. “W-What the-! Blondie, let me go! Hey!”

“I’m going to get Y/N fed with sugar! She seems a bit tired so you guys go on ahead! We’ll meet you guys up at the fountain after you’re done!” Jisung yelled to the other two who stopped when they heard you complaining about him.

“Okay! Don't give her too much sugar!” Seungmin laughed and Hyunjin gave you two a worried stare before the RA wrapped an arm around the brown-haired angel’s shoulder. “Let’s go have a date of our own, Hyunjin!”

“H-Hey, who said I’m going on a date with you!?”

“What was that for?” You pulled away from Jisung who just smiled at you with that goofy, carefree smile of his.

“Boba makes everything better and it’ll take away your stress, trust me. So you coming in or not?” The blonde opened the door for you and flipped his white baseball cap backwards on his head so that he could see the menu better. You nodded hesitantly and entered the boba shop to see many angels hanging out in the shop.

The menu was filled with a decent amount of drinks with their sizes and topping options which made you kind of intimidated and slightly overwhelmed; you heard about these types of shops before and you always wanted to try it but since you weren’t in a good place on the other side of the wall you never got the chance to. You glanced at Jisung who was thinking hard about what he wanted and he had this funny thinking expression on his face that made you kind of crack a smile; he was an oddball.

“I think I’ll just get the Classic Black milk tea with honey boba, how about you?” Jisung turned his head to look at you and felt his ears get warm when he saw you were staring at him with a small smile on your face; he was taken aback at this and blushed hard when you just looked away quickly after getting caught staring. You ignored the heat spreading all over your face as you tried to focus on the menu.

“I-I don't know...T-There’s a lot…” You breathed out softly and Jisung stood closer to you before suggesting a drink that you might like.

“How about the Earl Grey milk tea with honey boba? I like the fragrance of the tea and the different taste it has from the Black tea. I think you’ll really like it.”

“O-Okay… Get me that one.” You nodded and let him order as you just nervously looked around the shop. There were a lot of couple angels on dates and several big groups of friends just hanging out; there was a small empty two-seater table near the window and you just tugged on Jisung’s sleeve once he finished paying. The two of you made your way over there and couldn’t really look at one another in the eye after sitting down.

“H-How do you know about these drinks?” You decided to break the ice and Jisung finally looked at your face but kind of blushed when he did.

“Before I joined the academy, I used to live in the Civilian city where I worked in a shop like this,” he chuckled softly when he remembered the fun times he had working with different milk tea drinks. “-I really loved it and to be honest if this place was hiring I would apply in a heartbeat.”

“Wait, you… joined the Academy even though you were living in the Civilian town?”

“Yeah… I didn't tell Hyunjin this yet, but I wasn’t exactly ‘born’ into the whole routine of ‘i died and became an angel and joined the academy” kind of thing. I think I liked my human life and felt that living in the Civilian city was better for me even if it meant it would take awhile for me to be reincarnated.”

“So...why did you join…?” You asked and before he could answer the buzzer the cashier gave him started buzzing and he excused himself to get the drinks. Jisung returned with the milk teas and handed you yours along with a fat straw. Watching him in confusion, he just kind of stabbed the plastic paper-like lid of the cup and started drinking his milk tea. You did the same and hesitantly tried the drink before filling your whole taste buds melt at the sweet taste.

Jisung stiffled a laugh when he watched you kind of made a face of adoration and there was this sparkle in your eyes that made his chest feel kind of warm.

“You like it?”

“I love it! Oh my gosh! It’s as sweet and nice as I imagined it would be!” You exclaimed and hugged your drink which the blonde angel found was hilarious.

“Y-You’ve never tried this before when you were on the other side of the wall?” He laughed and you shook your head.

“I didn't exactly have time on my hands to be spending at a place that this…”

“And why’s that?” He asked and you started to remember some bad memories, which clearly showed on your face. Jisung noticed your discomfort from his question and quickly changed the topic. “Nevermind! Whenever we have the time in between classes or exams, let’s come here and study sometimes. Or maybe to just hangout. I want you to experience the different types they have.”

“I’m up for that.” You smiled again and then remembered your question from before. “You didn't answer my question earlier… about why you decided to join the academy.”

“... Maybe I’ll tell you some times whenever you’re comfortable around me to tell me about your stories.” Jisung just smiled and you thought it was fair so you nodded.

After finishing your drinks, you and Jisung left the shop to go check out the different stores at the Plaza. You wanted to buy some personal things for the dorm and for your own use but you didn't bring much cash on you at the time; so you decided to write it down on your memo to buy next time. Jisung insisted he bought some of the things you were writing down for you, but you didn't want him to since you didn't really like owing people back.

“This looks comfy.” You eyed an oversized rose-colored sweater in a retail store while Jisung was checking out the backpacks on the racks. As if detecting something off, the blonde angel turned around and looked around the store to see someone suspicious eyeing you from a couple racks away. They were wearing all black and covering their face with a mask so Jisung couldn’t see their face. He immediately put back the backpack he wanted to buy and tried to casually approach you.

“Did you find something you like?” He forced a smile while intertwining his hand with yours. You tensed up at the sudden skinship and looked up at him with confused eyes. Jisung had this sudden serious look on his face that made you nervous. You let Jisung drag you through the crowded racks and into the fitting room before pulling the curtain to hide you two in one of the rooms.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly and he shook his head.

“I thought I saw someone strange that’s all… He was watching you and I wanted to see if I wasn’t just overthinking it.” Jisung whispered and the two of you tensed up when you heard hectic footsteps coming into the fitting room area.

“Sir, this is the ladies’ changing room. The mens’ is on the other side of the store.” A female employee said and the person turned to leave after the employee had to shoo him out.

“... You might be right.” You recalled what the letter said and started to think that whoever it was that Jisung saw watching you might’ve have been part of the group that was looking for you; it kind of reinforced an assumption you were thinking of but wasn’t sure.

There were angels in the Academy working with that group; which meant you weren’t safe anywhere now.

“I’ll go see if the coast is clear, okay?” Jisung pulled his hand away from you and for some reason you grabbed onto his hand. His eyes widened and you quickly pulled away before apologizing.

“S-Sorry… Y-Yeah, I’ll...stay here…”

“I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?” He gave you a soft smile of reassurement and you had no other choice but to believe him. You nodded and Jisung stepped out of the fitting room, closing the curtain behind him.

If they know I’m here… there must be others nearby… damn it…

Jisung came back after a couple seconds and held out his hand to you.

“It’s clear. Let’s head back to the dorm.”

“But what about-”

“I’ll send them an aerial bird. They’ll understand, it’s okay.”

You took his hand and the two of you left the retail store, taking the alley way roads back to the Red dorm where you and Jisung waited in your dorm; Felix was out at the time it seemed and so it was unoccupied. You watched as Jisung summoned a small, transparent bird out of thin air and said his message to it before it flew through the door and disappeared.

“Not a lot of people know how to summon an aerial bird. I knew one person who knew how… but they were much older than you.” You noticed a glowing symbol on Jisung’s forearm when he was summoning the bird and then it faded away when the bird was gone. “It’s a difficult art to perform. It takes up a lot of energy too…”

“I’m surprised you know about it. I mean… it’s not that uncommon… It’s teachable and doable but yes it requires a lot of focus and energy.” Jisung nodded and took a seat on your study chair.

“You’re an odd one, Blondie… I thought you were some goofball of a clown but you’re actually quite interesting and mysterious. You better be glad, I’m actually kind of curious about you now.”

“That’s a compliment, isn’t it?” He grinned widely and you just smiled before throwing a pillow at his ridiculous face. “Just admit that you like me!”

“Only if you admit that you like me.”

“... And if I do?”

“... Shut up.” You got annoyed at the playful grin on his face and threw another pillow at him.

“Oh hey,” Jisung suddenly noticed the freshman packet on the table and started flipping through it. “-I didn't read through this yet.”

“Do we have to?” You muttered lazily and laid down on your stomach to hug your long sleeping pillow. “Is there anything interesting to know in there?”

“Hm, well it says here ‘angels who decide to be in intimate relationships with one another are not forbidden to share a bed together, however be smart and use protection because who the heck has a baby in the Academy?’” Jisung made a funny voice and you laughed.

“It does not say that.”

“It doesn’t, but it does imply that having sleepovers means making babies which doesn’t make sense. At least the Academy doesn’t forbid us to be in relationships.”

“Does that really matter to you?” You asked and the blonde angel thought about it for a minute before giving you a good nod. “Really?? You’re looking for love in a place like this?”

“Well not exactly. I’m not looking for it per se, but if I like someone I want to be able to express it freely and not be punished for doing so. Don't you?”

“... I never really thought about those things.” You blinked and shook your head. “I guess you could say my life is unfit for those kinds of things.”

“Are you scared…? Or does it not interest you?” Jisung was a bit surprised because most girls he knew or would have asked would have dreamed or wanted to be with a significant other romantically.

“It’s not that…”

“Ah, so it’s the trust issues.”

“... I’m not liking the fact that you can read my mind.” You frowned when Jisung kind of pinpointed out the reason why you weren’t really looking for romance or wanting to find one.

“You’re one mysterious girl, Y/N.” The blonde chuckled.

“Maybe so…”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and the two of you looked at one another.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Jisung slowly got out of his seat and you shook your head.

“Maybe it’s Hyunjin and Seungmin.”

“They would’ve already opened the door by now, wouldn’t they?” He frowned and the two of you tensed up as he cautiously approached the door. When he opened it, his eyes widened. “You…”

to be continued in prologue; part 3.5

|Angel Index;| just some extra information/fun facts~

There are six different types of magic angels can use:

Air

Earth

Water

Weather

Light

Fire

So far you know that...

Jisung uses Air magic

Changbin uses Earth magic and ??? magic

Once all nine Stray Kids members have been introduced, I will post a little memo/character summary with each of their wing colors, hair colors, hobbies, etc for fun!

|Your to-do list;| for funsies~

check out your pager

look through the freshmen packet (pft, maybe if you get bored that is)

find something to decorate your dorm keys get new keys from Seungmin

get a calendar to mark important dates (such as the end-cycle trial, flying lessons, assignments, etc)

explore? (depending on your mood)

find the next letter

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luaspersona · 2 years ago

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whenever i have an analysis assignment in lit classes at uni, the first thing i do before i start reading the book is look for spoilers. i straight up search for the whole story and only then i start to read. i do it because, when i'm not concerned with the plot, my eyes can find the mechanisms and literary tools that were used to convey certain emotions and provoke given effects easier. whenever we read something for the first time, we miss a bunch of details since we are (hopefully, if it's a good story) too hooked on what's happening — therefore, if i know what's gonna happen, i can focus on the how.

so... surprise, ryen! i decided to go throught three tangerines once again, to give some much deserved and long overdue love for each and every chapter, trying to focus on the hows, since now i know a bunch of whats.

i must warn you, though, that i won't be able to make whole analysis like i did for forfeit. that review took me around four or five days to write, and i don't have that much time for every chapter. so, i thought of sharing some thoughts, some re-reading insights and just letting you know how each installment made me feel. you've told me how much you return to reblogs to give you inspiration and remind yourself that you're a good writer and i took it as my duty to give you some love to go back to (especially because i realize that, although i pester you like hell in your inbox and in your asks, i've only actually reblogged forfeit, and that won't do).

anyway, i hope you like it! i plan on reading/reviewing a chapter per week, but i don't know if it'll work (i'll let you know tho).

before, i just wanna point out that you credited 3tan as being a birthday present and... god, i wish i was that lucky on my birthday too lol. it's interesting to see it all started with you trying something new, and i'd actually love to know (if you remember) how was your thought process when coming up with three tan. like, did you have a possible plot in mind? did you think of who these character were beyong this interaction, this event in their lives? i lowkey want to interview you lol 👀

aaaaa it's just so freaking nice to be reading this again! i thought after the fifth time it would start to dial down my emotions, but here i am squealing and kicking my blanket just cus of the nostalgia, actually, i feel like knowing what will happen just lowkey enhances the experience.

anyway, let's get to it! 👏🏽 this is kinda messy and i jump from one subject to another without much transition, but hopefully it's understandable. i'm editing this on my computer at four and half in the morning of a work day, so i'm not in my right mind. don't get me wrong though, i tried to do this on my phone, curled up in my bed, but editing tumblr posts on mobile must be a kind of torture, i'm sure

RANDOM COMMENTARY

↪ i LOVE that we start with yoongi already saying he'll cave in lol, thank god this man is just as horny as us 🙏🏽

↪ we all know yoongi is a dom, but damn if he doesn't lowkey desperately wants someone to tame and dominate him, i can just tell:

The way your eyes roll causes the slightest of twitches in his pants, and he is quick to adjust the falter in his grin. When you divulge more of what you have witnessed, you have no idea how warm the back of his neck is getting.

also in:

Hell, the only conversations Yoongi remembered having with you were quick hello’s or your correcting him whenever he used the wrong words. Which, admittedly, was hot.

and like:

This isn’t making any sense to him. At all. You’re beautiful, and smart, and demanding.

"demanding" 😭😭😭 istg he just wants to be bossed around!!

↪ and the fack thar he's a sucker for strong, confident women (and i just know he'd never be into me for that lol):

He needs to get out of this quick. Especially when you’re looking at him like an angel but have the tongue of a fiend. Obviously, you’ve grown in the years you’ve been absent. Experiencing things. Trying and failing and conquering whatever you want. And it’s attractive as hell.

↪ the reader was so hot for this ngl:

“You told me to ask you if I needed anything,”

↪ wanna see 3tan yoongi beating up some bois 😔

He certainly thought your requests would involve fixing your car or beating up boys, if anything.

↪ ok, so:

So he decides to give you a way out. Right now. “Listen,” he starts, staring lasers into his beloved fruit as you turn to face him. “I’ll make you a deal.”

i'm not gonna dwell on him givin her time to come to terms with what she wants by herself, cause i've developed it on the analysis but i just want to say how much i LOVE this moment and... wow, this is the beginning of everything, isnt it?

↪ i 👏🏽 get 👏🏽 the 👏🏽 chills 👏🏽 every 👏🏽 fucking 👏🏽 time

Only to be swept into a strong grip and slammed against the nearby door.

↪ and this part????

Immediately, Yoongi nudges his thigh up to your cunt, and the sudden touch has your eyes slamming shut. “Then show me.”

I'LL SHOW YOU

↪ i love how clueless they are lol omg:

You look down at his lips, set in a line of concentration, though you don’t know why he’s the one needing that. You’re the inexperienced—and apparently frigid—idiot here.

↪ i just wanna say that yoongi being so vocal is one of the sexiest things about him and it makes me lowkey wanna pass out:

After you start working his leg in earnest, Yoongi groans, his hot breath fanning your face and sliding down your chest. The sound encourages you to keep going and awakens an ancient hunger inside your core.

↪ its nice to know she has come a long way, and isn't that insecure anymore, but god if it isn't heartbreaking 💔

Shit. Did you do something wrong? Is everything you’re doing not enough?

↪ listen to your own damn advice yoongi 🔪😡:

Yoongi only slaps the underside of your breast. “Never dwell in the past, babe.”

↪ this is the first moment i saw myself as the reader ngl, because oh boy do i ramble

With a nervous laugh, you start saying random things as Yoongi wordlessly instructs you to assist in slipping your last covering off. “If we never dwell in the past, we can’t fix mistakes for the future, you know? Like, that’s what history is for—to know what happened. If we never look back then—oh, my god!”

↪ reading this knowing we have YET to see yoongi in his full form is... scary ngl:

Yoongi releases one of your nipples with a pop, straightening upward to claim your lips in a toe-curling kiss. When he moves away, he nicks your bottom plush before murmuring, “Oh, doll… You better keep up. ‘Cus this is nothing.”

↪ he's so unserious istg 😭:

Yoongi cocks a brow from his position on the ground, fingers slowly unbuttoning and slipping down your damp clothing. “I’ll give you two guesses,” he lazily responds, shooting a condescending smile when you try to clamp your legs shut.

↪ he was so hot for this, glod bess his soul 🙌🏽🫡:

“I shouldn’t be doing any of this,” Yoongi groans before shoving you backwards onto a mattress. Eyeing your shocked expression before shamelessly raking his gaze over your naked form, his next words rip from his throat, “But goddamn, I don’t give a fuck.”

↪ mission miserably failed baby:

Damn. You need to grind these thoughts to a halt before you end up getting in too deep.

↪ so...

However… Will he be burdened by those same weights? Will this one decision you both made result in never seeing each other again?

...

lol

↪ and urgh i just LOVE how attentive yoongi is. this is the single best kiss description ever if only because it was so important for the reader:

This kiss isn’t like the others before, or like anything you both just did. It effectively calms you and starts to scrape at the hardest pieces of doubt caked on your brain, not relenting until they’re fully dealt with.

EXCERPT & WRITING COMMENTARY

↪ through this chapter, i noticed just how consistently we see yoongi being attracted to confidence.

in sundress season he mentions that what made the reader look so hot then was that she was confident. it was less about the dress per say and more about what it meant her using something that showed her body, that made her feel sexy. the same thing happens in basketball, when she's wearing more risquè clothes and draws so much attention: confidence is so fucking sexy

like, sure, of course he says she's physically attractive too, but time and time again, it's her (developing) confidence that hooks yoongi. like:

Be it the fact that he can’t have you, or the fact that you’re being so bold—whatever it is, he’s already losing this fight.

and:

That’s a much bolder direction than he assumed you were going to take, and a corner of his mouth curves up in pride.

↪ i also love how you are able to reveal aspects of both of their personalities in simple descriptions, like:

You plant your hands on your hips before, as he predicts, you decide that’s not a pose you want to strike if you want to appear more mature. Cute.

you make us see how calculating (read: nervous) the reader is, how this confidence is a perfomance she's doing her best to uphold, at the same time we see how attentive and observant yoongi is.

in that sense, you've always been good with the time to uphold and release information, and you've always done so in the least obvious way possible. you let us see them, and interpret what is happening ourselves, which results in an atmosphere perfectly crafted and in us being 100%, completely and fully inside of it, living it ourselves

↪ i also want to point out that i really love your obvious attention to wording too. repetition is a foreign word to you, and the way you built your sentences is just... so good. is very unique, there's nothing borrowed, there's just ryen

and beyong the intention in your writing, it also feels like i'm being respected and challenged as a reader too, especially since english isn't my first language, and i find myself contantly looking up the dictionary while reading your work. like, one of my favorite, but simplest examples is the way you decide to phrase yoongi being intrigued by the reader (while also telling us he likes to read):

And ever the avid reader, he could sit and read you all day.

↪ and the way you narrate? i just love it SO MUCH omfg, the free indirect speech is so perfectly used, how even in (a weird, kinda second) third person we are inside their heads and just following their thought process, like with yoongi here:

Because he needs to say no. It’s just common courtesy. His friend—your brother—would have his head and his plums if he found out you were even there in a wet white top. Fuck, he can see more than he needs to now. But not as much as he wants to. Goddamn it.

and we can gather so much of their personalities through the pov shifts just from the way he narration flows changes, like with the way the paragraphs during the reader's perspective are lenghtier, which makes us get nervous with her, following anxious antecipations and worries through long thought clouded sentences.

↪ more of a plot commentary, but this chapter alone has so many sex-positivity moments! you boost so much importance in trying to get to know yourself sexually as a way to find confidence, like:

Biting your lip, you obey, stopping your movements to finally rid yourself of your wet clothes. It should feel awkward being watched as you strip but, with Yoongi, you find yourself enjoying the act. Maybe it’s the way he doesn’t hold back from looking where he wants to.

we see how sex can and is a good way to find self confidence too, to feel deserving! but it can only be possible when your partner respects you (and your lack of experience in this case) and cares for your boundaries and well being, like how yoongi is concerned about her enjoyment, and makes her voice her wishes:

When you look at Yoongi again, his lopsided smile springs butterflies in your belly. “Is this new, too?” You nod. “Then do what feels good.” He has his hands planted on either side of him, and you run your gaze along the veins lining them and his arms. “You might like it.”

and damn, sexually 👏🏽 knowing 👏🏽 yourself 👏🏽 is 👏🏽 so 👏🏽 damn 👏🏽 important!:

Have you always had this shocking level of carnal desire in you? Or did Yoongi just know how to yank it out of your very being? As you hear the squelches you make around his cock, you feel completely different than ever before. Powerful. Worth something.

as we see in the end too:

Never mind that you might get grilled when you get home, or that you might not be able to hang with Yoongi like normal ever again. None of that matters. What matters is that he made you forget years of being embarrassed. What matters is that you were shown self-worth that will never leave the marrow of your bones, nor the deepest recesses of your brain. What matters is how he showed you what to look for in a sexual partner and, dare you say it, a man in general.

FINAL THOUGHTS

i remember there was a 3tan ask that someone asked yoongi and the reader how they felt after the events of this chapter and i remember yoongi saying he waited for regret and guilt to come, but those feelings never did and... damn i just like that so much. how much into it, and drawn to each other they were from the very beginning, especially knowing how much this day meant to yoongi too, how much of a break it was to his numb routine and everything — and it goes without saying how much it wrecked the reader's whole life too.

but... yeah, reading this again feels like such a tight hug. it's amazing to see how much they've overcome, and how much this moment, this chapter was just a spark to their brighter fire.

i'm aware there wasn't much writing commentary, but i feel like my forfeit analysis pretty much covered the first chapter too, and i'll try to compensate it in the next reviews too! hope you liked it ♡

three tangerines (m) | myg

title: three tangerines pairing: yoongi x reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart. (loosely based off one part of “the window” by silvershine) warnings: pov switch (just one), age gap implied, cursing, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, thigh riding, oral (m/f rec), sl*t/wh*re mentions, spanking, size kink, hand kink, pussy slapping, penetration, protected sex, rough sex, fingering, breast play, slight ass play, daechwita yoongi should be a warning in itself.. i think that’s it? he keeps the chains on so there’s that, too lmao note: this is a super late birthday present for the wonderful @sketchguk <3 ily, teresa and i hope you have fun with this one lololol. and thank you endlessly to @taesinferno @chateautae and @lavienjin for being angel betas! you all mean the world to me and you know i got you if you need anything in return. note 2: ALSO.. thank you all so much for the level of interest bc that taglist was popping. i did not expect that turnout (or to laugh so much at all of your answers and screams LOL) so you gave me incredible motivation to keep writing. i’m also trying something new which you will see if you get to the end. seriously, ty ty! total word count: 12k drop date: november 16th, 2021, 7:17pm est 20/11/2021 update: also posted on ao3 04/01/2022 update: ⇥ masterlist

When Yoongi told you he would be there if you needed anything, this isn’t what he had in mind.

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