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2idiots · 5 years ago

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Wave inspired!Seonghwa au x reader

summary: Maybe just maybe the boy out in the water can make you loosen your stance up on the tourists crowding your town

word count: 2.1k-ish

warnings: none

gender neutral!reader

The first time you see him you’re walking home from work along the sea wall, your work bag clutched tightly between your arm and polyester polo, a scowl weighing heavily across your face

Every year this time (summer) rockets you directly into a terrible mood, it is literally clockwork and here’s why:

tourists

these rich people and their bad manners flock to your town to spend their summer breaks at the resorts, littering your beaches, buying your groceries, taking your space, and just generally being pretenious dicks

last year you and the rest of town spent a full week cleaning the beaches after the last of the out-of-towners were gone

But this boy, this boy was different

After all it was sunset and he was out in the water fully clothed looking like he walked out of a calvin klein shoot or some shit

the light spilling through the sky cast a orange glow, lighting him up like angel

you were kinda dumbstruck standing on the seawall staring at him for a good minute

he looked like an angel and you looked like someone smacked you over the head with a frying pan, primarily because you had spent the entire day (and all your energy) responding to terrible customers

No they can not just bargain the prices with you because guess what...

You D O N ‘ T set the prices

and as much as they complained about the price on beer you C O U L D N O T change the price, and even if you could you clocked that gold rolex and the expensive pressed polo the minute they walked in so you sure as hell W O U L D N O T

they could more than afford the price of your store’s beer and after they had it they were insufferable

Then there was a women who made you count back your change three times because she thought you were stealing from her, stealing insignificant change

Needless to say you also wanted to get into the ocean in your clothes too and maybe swim out to an island without any people and live the rest of your days as hermit lost in nature

because wow humanity S U C K S

But you had to save money up for the fall semester so that meant putting up with some of the worst of humanity for you bigger dream; that just didn’t leave a lot of space for seeing the good in many people especially out-of-towners

so this mysterious swimmer was probably just another annoying tourist, being pretty didn’t mean he was nice too

so you put him out of your mind that first night

but you kept seeing him on your walk home from work in the heat of the setting sun: always in the same spot, always sporting clothes that weren’t made for swimming

you saw him so much you were actually getting curious, some of your anger lessening, especially when you saw him picking up trash along the shoreline

It wasn’t until your day off that you finally spoke to him and by spoke you ran head first into him walking through the beachfront shops with your friends on your day off

he was surrounded by a group of friends with colorful hairstyles that were all laughing and playing around

you on the other hand were sporting your first non-customer service smile in weeks and you were holding a very precious cone of mint chocolate chip ice cream

Well you were holding it because now it was all over this boy’s shirt and you were mortified and grieving the loss of your ice cream

“oh my god, my ice cream” is the first and only thing out your mouth so maybe not mortified just grieving

Sure you should’ve said sorry but all your apologies had been used up on the customer that said you were mean for making her wait in line instead of cutting everyone after she said she couldn’t wait because it would give her acne

So EXCUSE you if you really wanted your ice cream on your day off

Caught up in your self righteous inner monologue about ice cream, you almost didn’t notice: “wait you’re the boy who’s always in the ocean at sundown?”

Oh wow he was much pretty in person and that was saying a lot because you had been admiring him from afar for far too long

“lol at least you don’t have to worry about washing your shirt since you’re hoping in later anyway”

Oh my god, you could smack yourself; why did you just say that, why did you just expose yourself as a stalker?

He let out a little laugh “and you’re the person on the seawall, nice to see you’re cute up close too. I’m Seonghwa”

“y/n” Wait did that actually work? Did you not scare him away? Did he know who you were too?

Did? He? Say? Cute?

“You should come down and talk to me next time”

his friends were oohing and aahing at him watching the awkward exchange, your friends were doing the same

And that you did, like clockwork he was down by in the ocean in the middle of the sunset while you were walking home from work

Only this time you didn’t just stop and look, you made your way down the stone stairs through the hot sand and to the edge of the beach.

God why was your work uniform all black? it was hotttt out here and you were sweating while this boy looked like a sculpture in front of you

his acid washed jeans sticking to his calves as he walked through the tide pools searching through the sand, his arms on display in the pastel tie dye cut off

“um hey Seonghwa” that’s the best you could conjure up, trying to get in a carefree position but careful not to put your backpack on the ground for fear you would never get the sand out

your non-slip work shoes = already ruined

“Y/n you came?” he stopped his search through the tide pools to smile up at you, nearly melting your customer service persona

“um yeah, sorry I just got off work though so I’m not really dressed from a swim” You looked down to your black slacks and black polo with the store logo on the upper left breast, god you shouldn’t have come maybe if you just slowly back away he won’t even notice you disappear

“That seems like the best reason to get in” there was a soft smile on his face as he pulled up a lump of seaweed mixed with some shells from the sand

“Maybe next time, find any good mementos?”

Only next time you don’t get in either but you did roll up your slacks, take your shoes off, and stick your feet in

He was right, it was much a much needed break to just relax in the cool water and this way you could help him find whatever he was looking for

It doesn’t stop there though, you get a little further into the water every night after work when you meet but never like he was the first night

you also learned a little more about him and him about you

He is here with a group of friends, they are spending their last summer together before some of them head off to college, some go overseas, and some are stuck in high school. They were here the whole summer working on one of the resorts and this was the only time he could get away from everyone for some peace

“So you invite me?” Peaceful, all you did was stomp around in my work clothes and be loud “I’m not sure I fit what you’re going for”

“Nah but I like having you here.”

after that you start to see him outside of the actually water too, once he is picking up the trash on the beach, once he is just laying on the sand watching the sunset

And every time you would make your way next to him and spend all night talking to him

So every year at the peak of tourist season, the locals throw a huge party on a section of the beach that only the locals know about

It’s a power move against the seasonals, one that you participate in every year. In fact you're dropped off some alcohol earlier in the week

Usually you go alone (read: with friends) but for some reason this year you invite Seonghwa, well more like you word vomited your invitation in a 10 minute long nervous ramble about beaches and parties while he smiled at you

normally you would cover your nervousness in a smirk with some sassy remarks but from some reason your stomach is fluttering too much this time, you can feel the nausea bubbling up

tense you throw in a quick "your friends can come too" then metaphorically smack yourself because you don't want his friends to come, you want to go with just him

this was supposed to be you confessing that your countless nights on the beach had kinda made your initial crush stronger but you messed it up

For your incessant rambles he responds with only a few words "Yeah that sounds fun"

"ok ok cool cool" nice save (oh my god you are actually acting like a middle schooler)

"But I don't think my friends can come, is that ok?"

"Oh yeah, um-" insert your nervous tick here- "i don't think my friends can come either so it'll just be us" cheesy smile

btw your friends could make it, they were there the whole time but you told them to stay away and they have not stopped teasing you about it since

the night of the party you meet in your normal place and your jaw drops to the floor like in those movies when the princess comes out wearing the ball gown and looking regal

Only seonghwa isn't a princess but he sure as hell is beautiful and who gave him the right to look like that because your heart momentarily stops before you finally breath some sense back in and hold yourself together

"Are you ready? It's a bit of a hike"

You spend the whole night talking, and maybe you're a little tipsy but only enough to give you a confidence boost and a looser tongue

nothing serious

Or at least you thought it was nothing serious but then you are prying into his life, asking some of the weirdest questions and finally "so why do you swim with your clothes on?"

Meanwhile this whole time he's been laughing at you, not the mean kind of way more like a "wow they really ramble a lot how cute"

"I don't know, normally I just don’t have my swimsuit and the water looks too beautiful to pass up"

"But if you do it every night then why don't you just pack ahead of time" *hiccup* nah jk but you might as well hiccup… maybe you should put that beer down before you embarrass yourself

"I don't know, if I bring my swimsuit everyone will want come with me and as much as I love my friends they're a little high energy" he let out a sweet laugh "speaking of them, I should probably admit…"

Oh god, what was wrong? Is this where you found out he was actually super creepy? Or like a murderer or something? Of course the cute ones always had to be the crazy ones, just your luck

"My friends aren't busy tonight I just said that because I didn't want them to come...”

Oh good not creepy at all (maybe you should stop watching dateline), that's what you did too

in fact your friends kept sending you snapchats of the both of you sitting by the bonfire talking

"I actually think one of them is here, he’s kinda hard to miss his hair is bright red"

Oh strawberry dude, you remembered seeing him wave when you first arrived (very confusing for a powerful tiny man who you had never seen wave at you)

But hold up, you're still caught up on the first thing he said, he wanted to come with you, just you. Did he?? like you??

"Do you like me?" Straight to the point, how in character for you

A rosy blush spread over his cheeks and down his neck and the confidence you had skyrocketed, that all but answered your question

and if that didn’t answer it then his little “ya” did

in a bout of confidence you grabbed him head and yanked him up from the lawn chairs by the crackling fire “Come on!”

"what are you doing?!" he replied, calling out as you dragged him toward the dark water, glowing in the light of the moon

Splashing through the water, you settled on a place where the waves lapped up against your waist like they had the first night you saw him, it didn’t even matter that the warm salty water was soaking through your clothes (don't think about your soaked shoes, don't think about your soaked shoes)

"I'm not sure but the water just looked too beautiful to pass up" cue cliche cheese and a signature smirk provided by you

"Haha don't make fun of me"

"Why not? It’s too much fun" you leaned in closer, your hand still wrapped in his “and anyway I like you too much to stop”

about twenty minutes later you opened a snapchat from your friends of you and Hwa kissing in the ocean and turned bright red

read hongjoong's and yunho's

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Surveys #417-419

Been slacking on posting these, so here’s like three surveys over the past few days divided up. I just don’t feel like posting them individually. Beware, it’s a long post, haha.

Do you believe that animals don’t have souls? I lean towards the idea that they, at least more complex species with actual sentience, do in some way. It's hard to imagine like, a fly having a soul, but it's a nice thought. You could NEVER convince me some don't, though, like my late dog Teddy, Sara's old chameleon Jem, and I could go on and on. Have you ever not been able to swallow pills? No, I've always been able to. If you HAD to change your first name, what would you change it to? Maybe like, Quinn. Something you don't hear a lot, for sure. Something more memorable. What are your thoughts on orange soda? Orange cream soda is BOMB. Man, been so long since I've had that stuff... Are you good with children and/or animals? Don't mean to brag, but people say I'm like a magician with animals. No matter what it is, I bond with it. Children, not so much. I'm awkward around them. Who in your life makes you smile the most? My cat, ha ha. If you were cremated, where would you want your ashes to be placed? Hm. Maybe high up in the mountains or in the Kalahari Desert. Do you plan on going to your high school’s reunion? No. I'm pretty sure I'd shatter from memories just entering the building. Would you want revenge on someone if they killed someone special to you? Or would you find it in your heart to forgive? "Forgive" my ass. They'd better get what's coming to them, even if I've gotta be the person to deliver it. Is there someone you are dying to see? More than I think anyone could possibly know. But it's probably better if I never do. Could you picture yourself getting married and having kids? Married, yes. Having kids, no. I could only picture that in one phase of my life, but like I called it: a phase. I should never be a mother, nor do I want to be one to begin with, so yeah, no kids for me. Do you like to take walks? If my legs were actually worth a shit, yes, I would, if it's in a nature-filled area. What are you listening to at this moment in time? "Thoughts & Prayers" by Motionless In White. Did you ever kiss someone with a tattoo? No. Could you say something good about the last person you kissed? She's very resilient. Why are you single? Because 1.) I'm a very unappealing example of an adult, 2.) I'm not exactly very attractive, and 3.) I'm basically a hermit, so I don't meet people. Do you get jealous if your boyfriend hugs another girl? Hypothetically, in almost any case, I wouldn't. My imaginary boyfriend can have female friends. But I'll admit if it was like, an ex-girlfriend or something and it was a seriously intense hug, I might. Is there something that happened in your past you hate talking about? Yes, but I mean, who doesn't. Have you ever been completely alone with a boy in his room? You make this sound so scandalous lmao. Yes, plenty of times. I dated a dude and briefly lived with him for three and a half years. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? No. Who was the last person that you cried in front of? I'm sure it was Mom. Is it hard for you to be “just friends” with the opposite sex? Nah. Do you remember every single person that you’ve kissed? Yeah. Do you believe that the world will actually end? Humanity, oh yeah. The planet itself, given the infinite nature of the universe, also yes. At SOME point, even if it's zillions of years down the line, Earth is gonna get fucked by something. Are you socially awkward? I am the literal avatar of "socially awkward." Would you rather watch a comedy movie or horror movie? Horror. Who is your favorite actor/actress? MARK IS A FUCKIN' ACTOR, Y'ALL. Are you satisfied with your gender? Yeah. Are you good at admitting your problems? HA! Yeah. ezpz Have you ever had a hangover? No, never been drunk to begin with. Do you know any strippers? No. How many times have you dyed your hair? I ain't counting. What is something that reminds you of your childhood? Dinosaurs. Do you think you eat healthy? I try to. I have my bad days, though. Are you sick quite often or hardly at all? My immune system is the fucking MVP. I am just about never, ever sick. Has anyone suspected you of being a different sexuality? Yes. Do you like chocolate or vanilla cake more? Chocolate, duh. Does it bother you to have blood drawn or not so much? Nah, no biggie. Has your cell phone ever rung in class? Omg no, I woulda been mortified. Have you ever tried opening your eyes under water? Yeah, as a kid. Would you rather have a cat or a dog? I prefer cats. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? Like... six times, I wanna say. What would you say is your favorite type of flower? Orchids, but I also love dahlias. I've actually noticed that I've really had a greater "thing" for flowers lately. Like don't get me wrong, I've always loved flowers very much, but I've just found myself more drawn to them than usual, especially when taking the daily hour ride to the TMS office. Do you watch Toddlers and Tiaras? FUCK no. That show disgusts and angers me so much. If someone asked you to go to war today, what would you say? Yeah, no. Funny joke. I couldn't go anyway due to mental health issues and a suicidal history. Do you own an old vintage typewriter? We used to when I was little. I have no idea what happened to it, though?? Hell, maybe we still have it somewhere, but I doubt that. Do you like or hate the smell of fish? Ew, does ANYONE like the smell of fish??? Have you ever read any of John Green’s books? I got a few pages into The Fault in Our Stars, but stopped for no real reason. I didn't not like it or anything, I was just still in my "I don't read" episode. Are you a protective person? VERY. I'm a fucking guard dog over those I love most. Are you a fan of penguins? Yeah, they're cute. I especially think emperor penguins are very majestic. Have you ever met your favorite author? I don’t have a favorite author. Did you get your mom or dad’s eyes? Neither's. I think my maternal grandpa had blue eyes, though? I'm not sure at all, though. When was the last time someone bought you flowers? Not sure. Has there ever been a murder in your town? "A" murder? Thems is rookie numbers for my neck of the woods, fella. This place is known for crime, and that includes murder. When falling asleep, do you ever feel like you stopped breathing? Well, I have seriously severe sleep apnea, so... but the diagnosis came as a surprise to me, because I never DID think this. But sure enough, did a sleep study, and in just one hour's time, I stopped breathing like what, 30 times? What's the last thing that scared the hell out of you? Stupid drivers. Do you have any life-changing plans within the next 6 months? I guess getting a job could be pretty life-changing. As of right now, how do you feel about your future? I'm very, very scared. Who is the last person you ran into unexpectedly? Hm, I dunno. Where does your grandma live? Both of mine are dead, but my paternal grandmother lived in Michigan, while my maternal one technically lived in Florida, but stayed in New York with her son's family a whole lot. I don't really know where she stayed more. Do you know how to read music? Not anymore. Does the song you’re currently listening to remind you of anyone special? Not so much the song, but the band. Motionless In White is one of his all-time favorites, so I can't listen to them without thinking of Jason. Sucks because they've been becoming one of MY favorites, too, so I listen to them a lot. If the person who has hurt you the most, said they were in love with you, would you believe them? I'd tell him he was in a love with a person who no longer exists. It's impossible for him to be in love with me now when he doesn't know how much I've changed. If Facebook made you pay would you still use it? Ha, no. Have you ever been recorded on film without your permission? Not that I know of? Tell me about your last boyfriend? He's a wonderful person. He's been there for me without fail since we became friends in high school band, and he is SO fucking funny. He's always cared a lot about me, and I care a lot about him, just not in the same way he does me. He's like my big brother. Are your parents racist? My dad definitely is. What is your least favorite subject in school? Math and economics both sucked. Have you ever been involved in a custody battle before? Almost certain no. I'm pretty sure Dad didn't fight for custody at all, but it could've been something Mom just never told me. Have you ever babysat a newborn baby before? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I NEVER could. Do you have any siblings you neglect? .-. As a kid, did you ever go to camp? I went to Vacation Bible School, if that counts. Did your parents ever let you play in the pits of those multicolored balls? Yeah, until that big news story about a dirty needle pricking a child. Have any of your siblings ever had a crush on your significant other? Not to my knowledge. I highly doubt it. What do you usually order at Taco Bell, if you go there? Cheese quesadilla with fiesta potatoes. Rarely a pair of those cinnamon ball thingies. Ever consider a sex change? Nah. Do you eat whip cream straight out of the can? EW no. I hate the texture of whipped cream. What do you think of popcorn? Loooove. Have you ever dated any of your friends’ ex? No. Well, it's funny, Rachel (both Juan's and Jason's ex) and I are friends now, but definitely weren't at the time of us being together. Have you ever gone out with someone even though one of your friends liked that person first? If yes, did you feel bad? If no, were you tempted to? No. Would you rather be a rich musician, or a rich actor? Musician. What was the last charity you donated to? I don't recall. Did you like to collect frogspawn as a kid? I've told the "my friends and I saved hundreds of tadpoles" story enough times, so for this question, I'll just talk about when I would go fishing with Dad as a kid. Back then, if I got bored of actually fishing, I would walk along the riverbank and try to catch tadpoles and minnows in my hands. It was soooo fun to Kid Brittany. Do you walk fast or slow? I walk pretty damn slow. Can you juggle with more than two items? I can't juggle, period. Do you like jalapenos? Yeah! Do you like kiwis? Yessss, I love kiwi! Does anyone in your family go deer or bird hunting? Who is it anyway? I don't know if she still does, but my little sister used to go deer hunting with a friend.

Are you saving up for anything right now? What? Yeah, my pet snake's 40 gallon terrarium. What sort of things do you have bookmarked in your internet browser? It's quite diverse, but I think I mostly have templates for specific character profiles. Have you ever snuck in to a theater/dance/bar etc? No, I'm a good noodle. If given the chance, would you go to Ireland? Certainly! It's beautiful there. If you have a cat, does it ever “converse” with you? Oh, ABSOLUTELY. When I talk to him, he sure does try to answer me and it's the cutest thing, ha ha. Have you ever tried those electric toothbrushes? Yeah, that’s what I use. Has anyone told you that they wanted to marry you/were planning on it/etc? Yeah, guess he changed his mind. Name one of your ex’s mother’s names? Virginia. Does your favorite song have a meaning? BIG TIME. Have you ever written or received a suicide note? I've written one. .-. What is the worst thing a child has ever done to you while you were babysitting? When I was changing her diaper, she got up and ran around naked in the house. ;-; Do you own a nightgown? No. If you could get any pet right now, what would you get? i. want. my. tarantula. Have you ever actually been stuffed into a locker? No. That is just such a TV trope that I've never even heard of happening irl. Do you/did you decorate the inside of your locker at school with stuff? I only had a locker in middle school, and I believe I didn't. I didn't want one in HS. What’s the coolest thing you’ve made with Legos? I was never a Legos kid; I played with Lincoln Logs. Do you want to get pregnant right now? Fuck no, man. Or ever. Have you ever housed a friend for a long period of time because they had no place to live? No. If you have a favorite comedian, have they ever been in a movie? I don't have one, really. Are there any books you want to read? Besides the series I'm reading, I want to read The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, but idk if I'll ever get to it, really. If you have younger siblings, are you very protective of them? We don't have a close relationship, but I am nevertheless. If you have older siblings, are they very protective of you? Not really, it seems. First letter of the names of everyone you have kissed? J, T, D, S. Do you like going to school sports games? No, I hated it. When Ash was a cheerleader, Mom made me go, and I was never happy about it. Have you ever worn your boyfriend’s clothes? An ex-boyfriend's, yeah. Did you get into your mom’s makeup when you were a kid? I don't think I did? Do you want anything pierced? Ugh, a lot of places. The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner? I never do. Has your partner ever accused you of cheating when you actually didn’t? I've never been accused of cheating. Has anyone ever called you stuck-up? No. I'm quite the opposite. Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? Too many, really. What are you doing this summer? Nada. Do you still watch MTV? I never did. Have you ever spent the night with the last person you kissed? Yes. What’s the dress code for your job? Do you like it? I'm unemployed. Does your job allow piercings or tattoos? ^, and this might sound stupid, but I wouldn't work at a job that didn't. Especially tattoos. No job is stopping me from doing things that improve my self-esteem and body image, particularly when I LOATHE my body. If a little bit of art makes me feel better about myself? Nobody is stopping me. What are some trends you dislike that everyone seems to love? "Crocs. Whyyyy?" <<<< THIS. First people hated them, now they love them??? They're hideous as shit. If you got married and then got divorced, would you want to re-marry? I don't really know. How often do you use lotion? Not NEARLY enough for someone with skin as dry as mine. Do you donate your old stuff to Goodwill? If so, what was the last thing you donated? Yeah. Mom recently brought some old toys, I think? How weight conscious are you? You have no fucking idea. Rent a movie or go see one in theaters? I prefer going to a theater. I enjoy the experience. What’s the biggest personality trait turn-off for a potential partner? Probably being an explosive/volatile person. I can't with that. Would you ever go on a birth control pill? I already am to regulate my period and tame the cramps. And if I was sexually active, I absolutely would want to be on it. What's your favorite late night tv show? I don’t have one. At high school do or did you participate in Spirit Week? No. Do you have a favorite vocalist? Who? Queen's Freddie Mercury will probably always top the list. If you have a favorite photographer, can you describe their work? I don't have a favorite photographer. Surprisingly. Are sex and sexual activities something you enjoy? If it's with someone I'm in love with and am in the mood, sure. What is one aspect of your life that did not turn out as you expected? I did NOT expect to reach 25 like... *gestures at self* this. What is one thing stopping you from becoming a veterinarian? I could never handle euthanizing pets and watching the families' hearts break. How long have you lived in the house you live in? Not even a year. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder? I'm definitely sadder. Especially today. Do you like Subway? I do. Have you ever seen a volcano? No. Have you ever found a spider on your bed? Yes. It's the scariest shit when one skitters across your blanket, because like, you LEAST expect it to happen in the comfort of your own bed. Are you satisfied with the way your life is right now? Not even remotely, if I'm being honest. I'm at a real low. When was the last time you ate at Burger King? Years ago, when I was a vegetarian and went there for the veggie burger. How often do you cry? lol a lot Ever had a crush on a teacher? No. Can you wire a plug? ... I don't even know what you mean by "wire a plug," so obviously no lmfao. Where were you when you got your first period? Well I think I actually *started* at school, but I noticed when I got home. Can you drive? I mean I'm capable, but I'm an incredibly anxious, overly passive, and just generally terrified driver. I'm so scared of when I finally get new glasses and therefore a new permit... but I have to get used to driving. Living where I do, public transportation is very, very limited, and I just can't have people driving me places the rest of my life. Exercise or healthy eating? I sadly hate exercising SO much. I'd rather eat healthy. Did you play Red Rover when you were a child? Yeah. Are you more attracted to men or women? This can actually vary with time, which I originally thought was weird but is apparently normal for some bisexual individuals. There are spans where I feel more sexual attraction to men, and then other times women. Has anyone ever called you rich? God no, I am so far from it. What makes you feel beautiful? Nothing. Are you considered a very sensitive person? I'm way too sensitive for my own good. Have you ever told someone you never wanted to speak to them again? Yes, my dad. I regret that letter I sent him so, so much. I honestly don't know how he can treat me with so much love after the shit I said. If you could watch any TV series right now, what would it be? I am... astonishingly behind on Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty. I know, seriously incredible. I just don't watch TV, man. It's strange, I'm into the show, of course I am, I just... don't like sitting myself in front of a television and purely watching it. I'll catch up, though. Do you grind your teeth, and if so, why do you do it? No. But it's not like people have a reason they grind their teeth... they just do. Do you feel the need to rant about anything right now? If so, go for it. I could, but I'm not going to. It'll just upset me. Do you have a friend named Nick? What’s his favourite food? My sister's husband's name is Nick, but he is definitely not my friend. I can't stand his bigoted, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, racist ass. I don't know or care what his favorite food is. What are you listening to? I'm re-watching Gab and Sinow play Resident Evil 5. People can say all they want about RE5, but I love it. Do you prefer waffles or pancakes? Waffles, but only if they're still soft enough to not be considered crunchy. I prefer them because I can put peanut butter on them, and the grooves catch the syrup instead of just absorbing it all like pancakes. Do you prefer non-diet or diet soda? I don't/can't drink diet sodas because the artificial sweetener gives me a KILLER headache. Are you craving anything right now? You guys have no idea how badly I want Taco Bell for whatever reason. Which word did you say first, mama or dada? The latter. What was your first pet’s name? So, there's three answers to this. I was born into the family while we had a collie named Trigger, but I have absolutely zero memory of her. She passed when I was too young. Our first family pet that I clearly remember was Chance, our rescued cat. My first *personal* pet was either a guinea pig named Squeak or Chinese water dragon named Shadow. I can't remember who came first. Who was your best friend in elementary? It changed with the years, but I can say the three biggies were Brianna, Kim, and Quiata. Who was your favorite teacher in high school? Probably Coach Collie. He was so wise, kind, funny... He was all-around just wonderful and taught so many life lessons. When you go to a restaurant, do you have a go-to dish? Always. What is the best part of your most ordinary day? Waking up and doing my first sweep of the Internet before I get bored outta my fucking senses. Do you read any web comics? No.

Do you drink bottled water? Yeah, but like any water, it has to be COLD. Not room temperature. Not a tad chilly. I mean cooooold. When did you last use a straw? Earlier. I have a metal straw I use to drink water with because I drink faster through a straw, and with it being water, of course I want to try to drink as much as I can when I actually choose to drink water. Have you ever tackled someone to the ground? No. Do you know anyone who lies to make themselves look more interesting? My former best friend did that. She was an online friend, so it made it easy. I finally caught on and called her out on it, and then she just totally dipped. Do you like to sing? Not that much, honestly. Like sometimes I feel like it, sure, but not frequently. Are your parents in good health? No, not really. Have you ever been a caregiver to a sick/disabled relative? No. I feel bad saying it, but I know I never could be. I could NOT clean another human being. It's one of the bajillion reasons I'm not having kids. Do you like to take naps during the day? "Like" isn't the right word. I just... need to. Most days, there is NO way I can make it 'til night without one. What movie was your favorite to see in the movie theater? Even though it was sincerely a sucky movie, I really enjoyed watching Silent Hill: Revelation because I saw the 3D version, plus the hype over my favorite franchise getting a new movie was just very exciting. Favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle character? I was never into that. Ever watched The Blair Witch Project? Yes, and I positively adore it. I genuinely think it's a genius horror movie, never showing, but telling through other methods. Have a favorite AC/DC song? Probably "You Shook Me All Night Long." Are you good at selling candy for those fundraiser things? Omg nooooo I HATED doing that shit, especially when some amount of sales were like, required for whatever bullshit reason. I hate hate hate advertising to people. My parents always bought them instead. Have you ever had a crush on someone too old for you? No. Well, besides James Hetfield, ha ha. What's your favorite Dr. Suess quote? I don't know enough quotes to have one. If you were to have wings, what would you want them to look like? Dark and dragon-esque with lots of rips and tears in them... but not enough to stop me from flying, ha ha. Have you ever broken up with someone to find you want them back later? No. Has anyone ever dared you to eat a chili pepper? Did you do it? No. Have you ever tried Thai food? No. Have you ever watched Avatar? The TV show, not the movie. I've seen I think one season with Sara so far? I actually quite enjoy it. What's your cellphone's signature for text? WOW this survey is ancient. If you smoke marijuana, what is your preferred or typical method? I don't smoke it. Do you often take painkillers? I dunno about "often," but headaches to the point I take something aren't rare for me. Do you wish you were in a relationship? I mean yes, but I know it's for the better I'm not. Have you ever been to the ER? Many times. Do you ever feel guilty eating meat? I feel extremely guilty. I try not to think about it. Where have you lived for the most part of your life? Eastern NC. How old are you? 25. What are you listening to at the moment? Powerwolf came out with a new album, so I've been bingeing the shit out of some songs, ha ha. Right now it's "Blood For Blood." Do you watch WWE Raw? Ew, no. I have NEVER gotten the appeal of wrestling. Just like... why????? Do you dye your hair? Nowhere near regularly. :/ I haven't had it dyed in a very long time, and I hate it. I love colored hair. We just can't afford that expense on something so little. My hair does NOT take dye easily, so we have to have a professional do it, and that isn't exactly cheap. Have you ever lived in a different country that the one you’re living in? No. Which of your parents will you see next? I live with my mother, so. Have you fallen asleep in school? Not in class, no. In college when I would be in the library between classes, though, I've dozed before. Have you ever been hospitalized? Yes, but not for physical issues. Do you make fun of obese people? You're talking to someone who is. So obviously no, and you're a piece of fucking shit if you do. Do you have an innie or an outtie? Innie. Have you ever tried to headbang? No. Even as a metalhead, I don't get it, man. You're asking for a headache. Do you own any Converse? What do you think of them? I have a few and like them. Have you ever started a rumor? No. Have you ever been in a position of authority? I mean, I'm an admin on two sites, so I guess? Were your ancestors royalty? Yeah, I'm related to one of the Queen Victorias, I believe. I just know she had a thing for beheading people, ha ha. What do you like on your pasta/noodles? Sauce, butter, grated cheese, etc.? Just tomato sauce and meatballs, really. Who is the most ungrateful person you know? What makes them this way? My fucking ex-best friend. You could never, ever give her enough and she just... blegh. She was so fucking ungrateful for everything people did for her. It was just never enough. Do you like cherry Pepsi? I like cherry Coke. I don't like Pepsi. Have you ever held an uncommon pet before (ex: mouse, spider, snake, lizard)? I've held snakes, rats, lizards, and a tarantula. Who did you last play truth or dare with? No clue. Have you ever camped out somewhere for an event the next day? No. When were you the saddest in your life? 2016. Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? No. If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? Yeah, they've moved out. What was the most unique pet you’ve owned? I'd probably say my champagne ball python. A lot of people don't even know ball python morphs exist, so seeing her might surprise some people. Do you like Doritos? Yeah. When you buy clothes, do you always try them on first? No, but I need to learn how to... I just HATE doing it. Have you used bugspray recently? No. Do you enjoy swimming in the ocean? Yesssss. Have you ever tried to sew or knit anything? No. Has something ever happened to you that seemed like it was from a movie? Most of Jason's and my relationship felt like one. Hence why the breakup felt so sudden and just impossible. Do you find yourself to be a believer in love at first sight? Not even remotely. Is there something you want to do, that you swear you will, no matter what? Spread Teddy's ashes in Yellowstone. I promised him. Are you longing for the day that you’ll be an adult? (If you’re not already) I am an adult, and it sucks. What’s something you’ve vowed to never eat? Any meat that was hunted. Have you ever owned a diary/journal with a lock and key? I don't believe so. When you were little, what movie did you watch over and over? Mostly Disney films, like The Lion King and Finding Nemo. Are you deathly allergic to anything? No. Do you know what you want for your dream house? Nope. I honestly don't really care about having a "dream" house to begin with. I just need one that's cozy to me and gets the job done. Have you ever seen the movie The Notebook? Many, many times. It's my favorite romance movie. Have you ever used the photo editing site “Picnik”? No, not to my memory. Has an animal ever taken a strong dislike to you? Our old dog Bentley didn't like me all that much, and I didn't like him, either. Have you ever attempted to cut your own hair? No. Do you have a lucky or special coin? No. Do you love ice cream cake more than normal cake? No. Do you check your email daily? No. Is there anyone you know who’s in any way paralyzed? No. For you, do you commonly feel more jealousy or envy? Envy. Do you rely on the heads/tails flipping of a coin sometimes for decisions? No. Has a laptop ever burned your legs? Yes, actually. For a while many years ago, my old laptop left subtle burn marks on my legs. Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? My nephew's is next month. Do you like Laffy Taffy? I doooo. Are your biceps at all noticeable? Ha, no. Have you ever seen a walrus? Maybe when I went to SeaWorld as a kid? Did you ever have one of those easy bake ovens as a kid? Yup. If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel? Sure. What flavor cake do you like for your birthday? Red velvet. Have you ever had a job you loved? Nope. Have you ever been in a building that was on fire? Yikes, no. Have you ever written a poem for someone? Two people. Have you been best friends with someone of a different race? Yes. Who is the person you are closest to that you’ve met online? Sara. What was the name of the first porcelain doll you got? I was very afraid of dolls as a kid, so I obviously didn't have one. Do you sell any products? If so, what? I mean, I'm a wannabe photographer that sells my service. Owls or peacocks? Owls. Lions or horses? Lions. Can you still fit into kid’s clothes? Hell no. What devotional do you read, if any? None. What do you make wishes on? I only ever do for the tradition of it on my birthday. I don't believe in the magic of wishes, though. Have you ever made a recipe you found in a magazine? No. Are you bitter about anything? Probably always will be. Have you ever been in a love triangle? No. How bad are your hangovers? Never had one. Have you ever broken a bone? If so, what was the cause of it? Yes. It was identified as a fracture, but a break and a fracture are technically like the same thing, so. At a skating rink, I fell and landed on my hand so the top of it nearly touched my arm, so my wrist got FUCKED. I will never, ever forget the severity of the pins and needles feeling and just the experience in general. It hurt so goddamn bad. Is this the best year of your life? Fuck no.

#in other words i don't feel like thinking up song lyrics for three surveys at once lmao #survey #surveys #random questions

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kkglinka · 5 years ago

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I gotta say how much I love that this DC Limited Series is validating so many of my personal interpretations of existing canon. But of course, I'm talking about Blake — you know me.

I understand that many have difficulty with various inconsistencies in the art, but as someone who has read comics since age thirteen, I find them negligible Unless the company commissioning the series is wealthy, media tie-in comics are invariably slip-shod, with beginner artists and rushed art. Everyone's gotta start somewhere. I do accept the comics as canon and treat some scenes as the visual shorthand they are.

I really love many of the little details such as the Japanese aspects of her home life, along with the emphasis on Pacific Islander cultures, such as love of ocean sports — especially little Blake in a muumuu, draped with beaded necklaces. We also see she was a child in the city while Sienna is holding a rally with the Belladonna's both present and publicly acknowledged. Kali's dialog in a later issue tells us that Blake had fallen under Adam's influence when they still led the organization — so Blake was only eleven or twelve, at best. Clearly, younger Blake had periods where she was on the island. To me, that makes perfect sense, but to explain, I need to back up a little.

At odds with early fandom, I figured that Blake had to come from an upper class family and, if she were an orphan as her equivocation implied, then it was late enough in life that it left her with noticeably elegant manners. There was even a memorable instance in which Blake reflexively corrected Yang's slip in etiquette by thumping her across the stomach. (Just as Kali did to Ghira years later). From the way she holds a teacup to how mortified she was over Sun's behavior, we know manners matter to Blake. I was surprised as anyone else to discover her home still existed.

I was uncertain about her family home for a time until another viewer directed me to the post-episode storyboards. The house and lands are identified as "The Belladonna Estate" rather than, say, the chieftain's lodge. There is also a sepia toned photograph of what might be grandparents standing in front of what looks like the bungalow's portico. Finally we have V5's dialog about the Belladonna's time ending, which usually implies a family has been in power for generations.

The tragic princess story suggests that the island was already colonized by Faunus before Humans "gave" it to them. It's far more plausible, from a real life historical perspective, that Humans found the land inhospitable, full of dangerous wildlife and, most salient, resource poor. After the Faunus uprising, the people of the island welcomed refugees and those emigrating from Human controlled lands. The "gifting" was an underhanded way for Human's to cede authority and agree not to invade. So either the Belladonna's were native (unlikely since the capital name suggests a different culture), or they were Mistrali who married into a ruling family.

A chieftain system like we see in Kuo Kuana mostly closely resembles a constitutional monarchy. In smaller villages or tribes, the ruling body might be a council of elders. In a sprawling Rio de Janeiro city like Kuo Kuana, which stretches across the entire valley, it's likely a set of government department heads. The chieftain acts as a figurehead where compromise and mutual support are desired, but not necessary.

That person also forms alliances with other groups/governments and spearheads trade negotiations. In this system, the chieftain doesn't need to be present for the government to continue running smoothly. This system is completely compatible with the Chieftain of Kuo Kuana serving as High Leader and spearheading long-distance political rallies.

Blake refers to the early White Fang environment as being like a family, which kind of implies entire family groups were involved. But they were not a band of Roma or Sinti refugees continuously fleeing Nazi's and denied settlement everywhere they went (and still are). The way I see it, the WF were essentially a missionary group. Anywhere they went holding rallies, giving speeches, rocking the boat, they would have attracted converts and followers. They would have collected refugees, the elderly, the disabled, children, homeless, all wanting to flee and find new homes. Everyone needed to be fed, clothed, protected from Grimm etc.

There is no way that WF traveled through the winter — that would have been an unnecessary logistical nightmare, and suicidal for family groups. Instead, I imagine the Belladonna's gathered resources, planned travel destinations, organized funding, volunteers and everything else during the northern hemisphere's winter, while back home in Kuo Kuana. The band would then travel from spring to winter, which would be consistent with Blake's claim that she spent most of her life traveling with the WF. Then they would bring everyone back to Kuo Kuana in the fall, get new immigrants settled and so forth.

Let's go back to all those kids. First, the notion that semi nomadic groups don't educate their children in all aspects of life is an example of internalized racism with its roots in colonialist beliefs. All societies educate their children, but prior to the western colonial era, schools took a variety of forms. Some were permanent structures, some were tents, some were a circle of seats in an open clearing.

The materials might be written or oral, the teachers might be scholars, philosophers, priests or rabbi. In older models of education, you might think of it as elementary schooling followed by vocational training that inherently included relevant high school level topics. Regardless of method, the WF's children weren't a bunch of uncouth illiterate wild animals, though I'm sure Remnant's Humans believe exactly that.

Blake's vocational training would have been to a government position — more or less. That would have been history, politics and diplomacy, public speaking, combat abilities (for social appeal and to avoid being assassinated for power), self-restraint and etiquette. Much of that training would have begun when she was very little — some of it occurring subconsciously because little kids are like social sponges. But imagine truly comprehending that as you hit your early teens, that an entire island population will depend on you (even if only as a figurehead).

That is what brings us to the royalty in disguise trope. The most familiar example is Aragorn from LoTR. This trope always begins with the young royal attempting to abdicate from an overwhelming social responsibility, which haunts them whether they choose to go solo, follow another leader instead, or become a hermit. That guilt underpins their actions until they ultimately accept their role in society.

TL;DR; The White Fang did missionary work most of the year, helped new immigrants and planned for next year during the winter, and educated their children the same as any other society does. Blake spent about an aggregate third of her childhood at the family estate before Ghira became Chieftain full time, after which Blake traveled year round with Adam's splinter group. Her original very carefully worded equivocation was true and we're just having the six years of fanon problem.

#fandom #rwby #rwby meta #blake belladonna

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talesofealdancynedom · 4 years ago

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princess Odette Craweleoth; After going dark.

Tale 19: Meriam Craweleoth: Mage Queen of The Grand West (chapter 6 - The Future Holds 6/10) part 4. Stories of Old

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Near the end of winter, Murdoc Monafyra arrived with his panther familiar Stearra. He wore black wolf kingdom robes, and seemed to be in a state of serenity. He stood before the royal family with words of warning. Meriam was happy to see him, for when they last met, he was but a boy aspiring to be a seer mage. And now he as a young man that looked so much like his father.

“What brings you to our halls Murdoc, son of Helrem?” Meriam asked.

“I come to tell you my father is an idiot. And brother Tiberius Blacstorm has returned to Pepperidge, in your kingdom, and built a gate. It has a large ominous black tower, made of marble from those mountains, and the new magic forest scares the merchants.” Murdoc said in a rough low voice. He was chewing his unlit pipe, and seemed to be combing his mind. “Ah, yes. I am also to tell you my father is dead, gave the instructions for wands to Tiberius, to distribute at the trading post. These commoners of magic houses who learn father’s way of magic call themselves ‘Wizards’, and hate us mages. Murderous intent in the lot of them; as you probably feared my lady. Saw some popping up here, with political opinions and such. Better have your guard up. They think we’re dangerous and wield uncontrollable power of peril; suggesting that because common folk can learn magic, civilization has no need for mages. As if we care about common parliament, and not all aspire to be but hermits befriending fey.” Murdoc went on. Meriam looked markedly unamused. In fact, the whole room read like a disappointed audience to an improv skit. Meriam gestured for Murdoc to go on; if he still standing there, he had more to say.

“As you are aware master Craweleoth, killing mages will not do anything. A certain percent of magic housed people will be mages; or talented wizards now, I guess.” He coughed. A mortifying fear strung through Meriam: Her assumptions were correct. Her nephew Eatheltwein, and her daughter, were confirmed mages. It’s was pure chance; and now people who irresponsibly use magic, intend to kill them.

Meriam, in the middle of the main hall, went dark, causing her daughter and nephew, who were innocently beside her, to go dark as well. The flow of magic can thin the veils, making a dark state contagious to those in magic houses. If everyone else hadn’t leapt back, they would have had the same fate. Murdoc would be gone by dawn, while everyone lay sick with blood loss and fever from magic ripping through their bones between veils.

Meriam recovered quickly, as she had gone dark many times before. She could control it and knew her limits. But when people first experience the ether rush threw them, their bodies are less resistant to damage; The new sensation overwhelming them, as they do not yet know how to harness so much magic. Random spells can be cast around them, as they glow and cast until they are too weak to stand. Meriam, in all her experience, knew how to remedy the bleeding, fever, and weakness after such an ordeal. She took turns visiting her nephew and daughter, to make sure they recovered.

While Odette recovered, she asked to be laid in a large chair looking out her window. Her Bedroom balcony had a view of the courtyard fountain. She sat alone singing quietly. While Eatheltwein, struggled to regain strength, he lay unmoving in bed. Meriam went to bring him food, when she noticed the king was by his side.

“Good, you’re awake, Eathel-” Meriam said.

“Uncle wants to have me, and Odette, married.” Eathel interrupted. Meriam became furious. Her children were only now recovering and adjusting, were secretly mages with their lives threatened, and there was talk of betrothal. Meriam had been wed for politics against her autonomy, and no child of hers was going to be subjected to the same fate. Her happy union was but a fluke.

“Our children lay sick, and we fear for the world of magic, and you want to have weddings? Eatheltwein and Odette are not pawns, they are children! Furthermore, the only unwed royal I know is Edmond of the Far North, and he has seen twenty more autumns then our twelve-year-old daughter. A man of his status in these times would have at least three bastards.” Meriam snapped. Dropping the dishes.

“We have friends in three nations; we have only to send letters. Yet, I agree we should remove Edmond from the list…” the king said. “Maybe he’s still brooding, and already wed to his job.”

“I’m going to marry a noble lady form a far-off land.” Eathel mused in a quiet tiered voice. He stared into the ceiling longingly. “Bless I may wake in the dawn, to hear that she is from Daneia…” He continued.

“How much blood did he loose?” The king asked in bewilderment.

“Bold of you to assume he lost the blood.” Meriam scoffed. “All this talk about girls around a young man, could make him mad. Eathel may follow his heart, as mages fall easily in love, and love is the most powerful magic. Just the type of magic this world needs most. We will wait a little longer for our daughter; Any man interested in a girl her age should be castrated.”

“Mages? Do you mean to say that Eatheltwein is a mage? Is he in danger from those malicious emerging wizards Merry?”

“Yes.” Meriam said. “Helrem may be an idiot, but he made wands for commoners to love magic. However, mages can’t use wands; our magic is different. Though perhaps, if we give Eathel a wand that a mage can use, and the people will think he’s a saviour. A ‘talented wizard.’ if you will. Maybe one for Odette as well; I see her talk to, and charm, the fey. Only mages can charm.” Meriam said, taking a seat on the other side of Eatheltwein’s bed. The king was nearly in tears. His entire family was on the chopping block.

“Darling, there may be a solution: Tiberius may have one to lend, or at least Helrem’s notes on how to make one. I will go to his gate tomorrow.” Meriam said. Desperately trying to comfort her husband and herself. She didn’t want o leave her ill family so soon, but Murdoc’s words filled her with urgency and fear. Eatheltwein had fallen asleep, with the cold press sliding down his face, and holding his king uncle’s hand. Even in illness, he was still full of that sunshine that Meriam loved so much.

Meriam fed Odette breakfast, well sharing her plan. She was to leave shortly, and did not want Odette to become spooked by Murdoc’s words. She deserved to know. Odette’s new platinum hair and icy eyes made her look like snow. It was a striking change of colours. Meriam enjoyed that Odette looked like she did in her youth; bronze-gold locks and olive eyes upon a freckled canvas. But now something seemed off about her little princess. Not just her appearance.

“I hope Tiberius can help.” Odette said. She gazed out the window. “I’m not scared of those wizards, mom; I’m scared dad wants to give me away to an unfit duke. I’m having fun, and we all love each other; I don’t want some boy ruining it.” She pouted.

“Well, I’ll be sure to stop that from happening. By the way Odette, why do you always look out the balcony? What in our courtyard makes you leave the windows open?” Meriam asked, kissing her girl’s forehead. She was still a bit warm with fever.

“There is a handsome nobleman who I like better, who listens to my song; he visits some days. Unlike me though, he can fly away from the restraints of a palace, and the control of others. I want to fly, sing, and see beyond this palace too. Like all the birds who talk in this city.” Odette mused. Meriam held her breath. She would pass through the shadow veil to Tiberius gate to get Eatheltwein a wand, and she would pass through the Raven Kingdom. Meriam was curious if the Raven King may have become infatuated with her daughter, and being a bad influence. But then again, if Odette happily found true love, and supported a kingdom of fey by becoming a Beast Queen, she would be safe from the wizards. As commoners, they cannot reach her, as a free bird in the shadow veil. Meriam hugged her daughter, then her nephew, then her husband goodbye before she left on her brief quest; They must all know she loves them. Less she never returns, or they are not there when she returns.

In the shadow veil, Meriam walked into the raven kingdom. Black and white, but illuminated by the colours of various avian fey. Golden gryphons who napped on rocks, and opalescent thunderbirds playing in the clouds. Only here, was the singing of birds heard in the silence of the shadow veil. For only magic can stimulate the senses here. Deep in the raven kingdom woods, Meriam heard an off-tune crackling hum come from a twisted tall tree in a clearing. As she approached, it became apparent the tree was laced in magnificently lustrous trash. It was strategically hung to reflect light, like the facets of a lapidary’s finest work. Near the mid of the tree, Meriam saw the Raven King in human form, tying a string of sparkling garbage, to what appeared to be a giant nearly completed nest.

“Raven King? Have you been visiting my daughter?” Meriam asked calmly. She was not calm. “She’s a bit young; You wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer would you? To see if she requites your love, I mean.”

“Love never waits.” He cawed, before gestured to his work. “What do you think Meriam!?” The Raven King chirped before the dazzling tree. Meriam clapped for a brief applause, causing the Raven King to smile. She did think it looked smashing.

“She loves to fly, and speaks fondly of you. I suppose it is better then being married off like me. Commoners mean to kill mages, and it makes me fear for her safety. If you love her, make my baby happy, and safe.” Meriam said. Her voice cracked with sadness as she pushed down her wave of emotions, and thoughts. The Raven King swopped down, and hugged Meriam in the clearing, as if to convey that it would be his honour. And when Meriam began to sob, he let her cry. She wanted to stop time, but knew it would always need to resume. More time with her children, more time to prepare for change.

Tiberius’s gate was impressive. Tiberius had become a talented warlock and artist. When Meriam arrived in the center of the gate, she was greeted by a toddler who started giving her random objects. Then Tiberius came, picked up the girl, and bowed.

“Hello your majesty! What can I do for you? Need a tour? Tell me to stay away from the commoners perhaps? Maybe a nicer sword then the one Helrem made for your husband? Which I see you wield instead…” Tiberius rambled. “This is my daughter Fyra, by the way. Her mom left, but we’re still here. Happy magic family in my peaceful mystical forest.”

“Helrem had a wand of twisted white and violet glass, that could be used by a mage. I need one like that. The commoners who are becoming wizards, from Helrem’s publications, are becoming murderous like scared trolls. I need one to convince people a specific mage, is actually a wizard; for political and magic peace of course.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t know how to make one.” Tiberius said casually. Meriam grimaced. She was having a bad day. Actually, a lot of her days seemed to be non ideal recently. But she was too much of a coward to go back in time to fix things, because it could always get worse. Meriam looked into Tiberius’s hazel eyes with the glare of tiger about to pounce. Tiberius became pale.

“I have his notes! Yes, instructions!” Tiberius yelled. “I have quite the empty shelf space in the walls of this here tower. My inspiration for this gate was: ‘Wow’, with a touch of ‘why?’. But half way through, I realized the black marble made a much different statement; should’ve just alchemised the structure, instead of singing it into place.” Tiberius began to rant. Then he saw Meriam begin to slowly move forward with the same glare.

“Enough of that then! You can skip on home to the palace now, and I’ll make you a mage pen quick and proper miss; I’ll mail it straight to the palace! No payment, no questions, and no worries!” He winced.

“Thankyou.” Meriam eased back. “And in my opinion, I love our lands black marble; I love black. I don’t think you should care what statement your big black magic tower makes.” Meriam said, patting Tiberius and shoulder. He glowed with pride.

A week later, in the palace, Eatheltwein’s wand arrived. It was made of brass, and engraved with a gryphon for house Cynedom. Eathel gave it a whirl, and spent the mourning doing magic with it. He almost lit the kitchen on fire, and flooded the laundry room. Meanwhile, Meriam sat in the courtyard, enjoying the crisp new spring. She was wearing her under garments, while fixing some old clothes to suit the times better. She kept a close watch over Odette, who sang at the fountain edge for the golden geese, who honked with applause. Odette didn’t emote much, which made her smiles all the more precious. The King on the other hand, was greeting Edmond in the dining hall. He came with a peace declaration, as an excuse to visit Anglia. It felt warm to him. After politics was discussed, and cups tipped to peace, Edmond asked to see Eathletwein. The King gladly escorted Edmond to the courtyard to see Eathel casting water for the tulips, with sweetmeat and bread hanging out of his mouth. Edmond gave a hearty cheerful laugh, and went in to tightly embrace Eathel. Edmond seemed happy, and at peace. Meriam had left him a lonely man, and now he was a king who had retired from being a paladin mage. He was a whole new person.

“I look forward to our alliance. As next in line, I had to meet you Eatheltwein Cynedom. What tool is that you hold?”

“It’s a wand; invented by a mage of your kingdom, in the Far North. It’s to allow any who love magic to be one with it.” Eathel smiled. He had never met Edmond, or heard of the sins towards fey and men, this king had committed; he was happy to meet a new friend. His gleaming innocence made Edmond feel even warmer.

Eatheltwein patted a stone bench by the tulips, so they could sit. It felt good to take a good sturdy seat after a long journey; or just a few hours running around a yard. The king sat next to Meriam, his beloved wife, and also intently watched their precious heirs.

“When you become a king, what do you want for Anglia?” Edmond asked, taking in the crisp dewy noon. The joy water Etheltwein casted, made the tree children smell like a lush greenhouse.

“I want a time without war, and warm summers. I want my people to be more involved with what happens in my land. They have put forth a court of men for me, to speak on their behalf; their novel input has led to innovation and wealth for my people.” Edmond Explained.

“I want Anglia to be called the Grand West, and be friends with everyone; including Francia.” Eatheltwein chirped. He caught his familiar, Viola, in his hand, and kissed her. Edmond remembered he had a familiar once, a black grizzly, of who he missed. He was an adaptive, fierce and hearty beast. Edmond wondered what that said about him; If familiar reflect their master’s inner nature. In contrast, Eatheltwein’s golden canary was small and cheerful.

“Are you sad, Lord Edmond?” Eatheltwein asked.

“Sometimes.” Edmond said. “Hmm. Your plans for the future of ‘The Grand West’, sound lovely. I think we could all use a lot more friendship and love. The most powerful type of magic in our realm. Yet, I am curious; Why do you wish to change your kingdom’s name? There is no change to its size, nor government.”

“Because calling lands by their linguistic, and thus ethnic identities, separates them. Each land has different peoples, but every land has the same North, East, South and West. Like the table of fours. I don’t want us to see each other as strangers. I want us to be together.” Eathel said, petting Viola. Edmond admitted, that sounded nice, if not impossible. To have everyone to focus on each other as people instead of independent opposing nations; Including Francia. As spring approached, Francia would resume annexing foreign land at its boarders, to feed its starving people. Edmond could not imagine a world without conflict.

“That’s is a big plan. People are divided over land, and now we become divided over who can wield magic. This world will not have balance so easily.”

“I contest; I have read many of my aunt’s journals. They tell stories about people, even in the farthest lands, that deep down, realize the comfort of a good friend. Between fey, men, or nations; the dust will settle if we are kind.” Eathletwein said. He was watching Odette try to jump and fly after the geese. It gave everyone a laugh. Her light blue dress that was embroidered with wings, and her ethereal paleness made her almost like a swan. Everything in that moment, though providing light, felt a little like a lie. Beyond the courtyard, there was poverty, starvation, unpunished war crimes, and now wizards killing innocent mages and fey.

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whiskas-pandastar · 5 years ago

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Connection

Shicca Week 2020

Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5

Day 1: Prompt: Connection

Rating: K+

Word Count: 1505

Genre: Romance/Humor

Summary: When Rebecca looks at him, she can’t help but think how good he looks and how she really wanted kiss him...wait...why was Shiki looking at her like that? Her crush is a mind-reader?!

Rebecca sighed contently as she tuned out the conversation Hermit and Homura were having and focused on observing Shiki Granbell; the handsome, lean and muscular sports captain and also her crush. She had met him at the Eden’s High School Fresher’s Party and the more she spent time with him, the more she found him irresistibly cute and fun to be around. He had a heart of gold, always so cheerful and energetic. Shiki attracted a fair share of girls after him, thanks to his incredibly kind and friendly demeanor.

He was the most handsome and gorgeous guy she had ever laid eyes on. But above everything else, Rebecca was attracted to his wide and boyish grin, radiating warmth and kindness to whoever it was directed at. And she especially loved it when it was directed towards her.

There he was sitting a few seats away, chatting animatedly to his friend. He was gorgeous. Suddenly, he caught her eye and threw her a heart melting smile. She couldn’t react for a moment, feeling giddy with love sickness just from that. She smiled back and waved a bit before shyly looking away. Why was it that she found it so hard to just tell him how she truly felt? She knew there was a chance he felt the same way about her too, considering how touchy and talkative he was around her. But she could be reading too much into the situation too because Shiki was just that friendly with almost everybody.

Rebecca was drawn out of her thoughts when Hermit spoke up, "Hey, did you hear? Apparently, there's a mind reader in our class." she said to Homura and Rebecca.

Homura looked positively mortified, "Is that so? That is scandalous. Someone is overhearing all our thoughts right now?" Although Rebecca couldn't understand the reason for her mortification as the girl was known to voice out any opinion that came to her mind instantly. And true enough, Homura added, "Although it is wrong, I would like to hear people's thoughts too. But I won’t say it."

Rebecca honestly could not care less about such a rumor. After all, school life was full of ridiculous rumors. Last time she heard a rumor about a girl who could apparently predict the future and had ended up passing all the tests. Clearly, she had studied well enough to ace the exams. Rebecca snorted, shaking her head, “How is that even possible? Did they get bitten by some radioactive bug or hit their head somewhere?”

Hermit shrugged, “I don’t know. I just heard some other girls talk about it. They seem to think it is someone from our class.”

“Eh…” Rebecca and Homura pursed their lips in thought.

Just then, the bell rang signaling the start of the class. Right on time, their professor entered, and the class settled into their seats.

As she pulled out her books, Rebecca played with the thought in her head for a bit. If that someone was in the class, they were hearing her clearly now.

Professor Steiner held out the textbook and started explaining a math problem. As Rebecca wrote down the date on her notebook, she thought to herself absently, "Can February March? April May."

There was a slight shuffle as someone moved in their seat, and then utter silence.

The professor continued explaining and Rebecca took down notes, trying her best to stay focused, but her mind kept drifting off. He then turned to write on the board.

"Poor Prof. Steiner is turning bald. And he's only turning 36."

There was a light snicker from one side of the class, but Rebecca failed to notice that.

Professor Steiner wrote down a few problems on the board and asked the students to solve them. He carried this on and subsequently summoned students to solve a question on the board.

She was drawn away from her notes when she heard Shiki's name being called out. He walked up to the front, picked up a piece of chalk and stared at the board.

Rebecca couldn't help but ogle at the fit boy in front of her. As he raised his hand to write, she thought, "His arms look so strong. I wonder if he works out."

"Shiki’s hair looks so good all the time. I want to run my fingers through his hair." Shiki absently scratched his head. Glancing down at his textbook, he started solving the question.

"I want to yank him by his neck and kiss him senseless." Suddenly, the chalk slipped from his hand. He craned his neck slightly to the side, glancing at the classroom nervously. Professor Steiner raised a brow, “Is something wrong, Mr. Granbell?”

Shiki shook his head, “N-Nothing, sir.” and returned to solving the problem. Rebecca turned her attention to her book, attempting to solve the question. She shuffled through her pouch to find an eraser, upon making a mistake. When she pulled it out, she remembered borrowing it from Shiki a few days back when they were studying together at the library. “I have to return this eraser to Shiki.”

As he walked back to his seat, Rebecca eyed him. He looked a bit flushed and suddenly the book Shiki was carrying in his book fell out of his hands. He bent over to pick it up from the floor.

"Man- his butt is so cute."

Shiki shot right back up in alarm and blushed as his eyes met Rebecca's across the classroom. Then he quickly scurried back to his seat.

"What- What was that about?" Rebecca thought to herself. She looked back at the board, trying to get her head around the equation. She stopped short as she felt her heart stop.

Wait. No. No, it couldn't be. Slowly, she craned her neck with wide eyes and saw Shiki, who was also looking at her.

"Wait- can he hear me?" Rebecca looked at him and to her utter embarrassment, Shiki stared back at her with red cheeks and nodded silently.

Shiki flinched as she chanted in her head, "Oh my God. No. No. No. No. No. No."

She shot up from her seat gasping and her chair rattled, the whole class looking at her in surprise.

Professor Steiner furrowed his eyebrows, "Is there a problem, Miss Rebecca?"

"Oh my God. He heard me!!!" she buried her face in her hands. "N-Nothing, sir!" she replied in a squeaky voice, and she slumped back into her seat. Her face was burning up and her thoughts were in a complete disarray. She wanted to leave the class and run away, but she couldn't do that.

Rebecca decided it was time to change her name, face and leave the country.

-x

Just as the bell chimed for lunch break, Rebecca had grabbed Shiki by his wrist and taken him on the school roof top. Slamming the door behind them, she spoke frantically, "I'm sorry I didn't mean anything. I mean it's not what you think, I swear-! I'm not a pervert or anything so please don't think badly of me. It's just-"

She continued to rant as Shiki watched her pace on the roof. "Rebecca."

"-and honestly curse you, for having such stupid and perfect and amazing hair and-"

"Rebecca."

“All the girls want to kiss you, to be honest! And it’s not like I don’t want to but-“

"Rebecca."

"-I swear wasn't looking at your ass like that-"

"I like you, Rebecca." He announced loudly, deep obsidian eyes meeting blue ones. "I've liked you ever since we met at the freshers party."

"Is this for real? Am I dreaming?” Rebecca stares at him, as if he was only a figment of her imagination.

“No, this is real. I like you.” He repeats once again.

”I liked you since that time too." she thinks to herself as she chews her lip, suddenly feeling nervous at his confession.

Shiki chuckles as he shakes his head, "You can say it out loud now."

"Wait--you can read minds?" Rebecca gapes and her unfading blush keeps deepening as he throws her a hearty laugh.

"Only yours it seems." He grins happily at her, making her heart skip a beat.

“How is that even possible?” she questions, at a loss as everything was going so fast.

“Perhaps we share a connection,” Shiki winks playfully and steps closer to her.

"B-But since when did you- how-" she stutters as Shiki pulls her close to him, already losing control of her loosely connected thoughts.

"Only today. It’s a long story. Let’s just say, one shouldn’t try any unattended drinks." he replies as he hooks a strong arm around her waist.

"Hold on, that would mean-" she blushes her mind reeling as she tries to rack her brain of any instance she had a weird thought around him, replaying the incidents of that day.

"Never mind that," Shiki takes a strand of her hair and twirls it around his finger as he gives her a smirk that makes her skin tingle with excitement. "What's that you were saying earlier about kissing me?"

-x

A/N: hellooo. here is my first entry for Shicca week. I hope I can finish the other prompts on time. This is my first time writing on Shicca. Since the characters are still new to me, it was a bit hard to nail their characters. let me know what you think! <3 Thanks for reading! :)

#shicca week #shicca #eden's zero #rebecca #shiki granbell #shicca fanfic #homura kougetsu #hermit edens zero #my stuff #whiskas-pandastar

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sunnyborabora · 6 years ago

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You put a spell on me (Jimin x Reader) Chapitre 1

Y/n bears a heavy secret that she can’t share. Isolated and lost she is forced to move to another city for her protection. The only thing she wants is to discover what happened to her family and maybe staying alive. But in a world full of wolf it’s difficult not to feel like a lamb.

Warning: social anxiety, angst (nothing much really), Jimin is a soft boy

First chapter of a new serie in the same universe than Alpha! I am really excited about it! You don’t have to read Alpha to read this serie but it would be great to have all the details of the story. Love you all ~

Jimin was not really captivated by his class. Theory wasn't his specialty. He was good at dancing, he liked it more than anything. And it was what he wanted to do with his life. Except it wasn't always the case. Even as a dance major he had to know some theory. Dance history was usually a subject he liked, but he could not concentrate this time. He was looking for Hoseok, he was unable to spot the red hair man. He was feeling alone, and it had not happened in a long time. Being surrounded by a lot of friends had become usual for him. Sometimes it was even vital. But his friends were really busy. Yoongi was graduating this year and was busy studying for his exam, Namjoon was a member of at least a thousand association and it was taking him all his free time, Taehyung was trying to make a portfolio as a photograph and was chasing models, Hoseok was the leader of their dance crew and had a thousand things to do because of that. He had not seen Jungkook in a long time. Well what was a long time for him. The boy was spending all his time with his new girlfriend, the alpha girl he had met at the grocery store. Jimin had nothing against her. She was actually a nice person, a good alpha and her aura was making him feel safe and relax, which was a thing that never really happened when he was near alpha that wasn't his friends. But the truth was there. She was stealing his best friend. His Jungkookie. And even if he felt like he was not supposed to be jealous, at least not for the reason he was, he was still jealous. In fact, he could not believe Jungkook had found an alpha before him. The kid had been an omega for three weeks, and he already had a girlfriend that cared and was ready to do anything for him. The worst was that Jungkook never wanted this. He never wanted to be an omega. He didn't want to have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. But it was all Jimin wanted. In the opposite of the maknae, Jimin had always enjoyed being an omega. He knew since he was a child it was what he would be. He was soft, caring, and wanted a big family he could spoil and protect. But he never had chance with any of his partner. He had no problem with finding companionship for his heat, it was in fact pretty easy. Finding someone he would love was almost impossible. He was maybe too romantic. He was in love with the simple idea of falling in love. If it wasn't love at first sight he was not interested. He knew it was stupid, but he could not help it. He was almost falling asleep when his eyes fell on a girl. She was sitting alone on the side, no one was sitting near her, as there was a security perimeter around her. He didn't recognize her, he had not seen her anywhere before. Which was weird because he was sure he knew everyone in this class. He kept looking at her, curiously, almost getting caught staring as she turned around a few times. She was pretty Jimin thought. Maybe she was a new student. He should go at the end of the class talk to her. She might use some company as she seemed as lonely as him right now. He smiled at the idea of making a new friend. The class was over and as he was turning his computer off, he saw her almost running out of the class. He tried to pack faster, with a bit of luck he would find her in the corridor. But she wasn't there. Deception took over him. He really was disappointed. He didn't know why this reaction. But he knew he would have like to meet her. You almost yeeted out of class at the end of the hour. Not that you felt uncomfortable, because at this rate you never really felt comfortable, but you could feel it. Someone was looking at you. When you were turning around nobody was watching you. But you knew, wolf were sneaky. You didn't want anyone to come and threaten you or worse try to befriend you. You walked through the corridor not really knowing where you wanted to go. In fact, you were supposed to go to the library to work on an essay but you had no idea where it was. And it was not possible for you to ask anyone. Last time you asked for direction the girl had come back a day later telling you that you should not bother to talk to her ever again. Apparently she thought that you were just on suppressant, so when she learned that you weren't a wolf... You weren't expecting it would be that bad. At least the girl who was supposed to help you was nice. Actually she was more than nice. A sweetheart really. But she couldn't be with you all the time so you had to go through this alone. You stopped walking, you didn't know where you were going so it was useless. You were praying in your head that the goddess would send you a sign. Anything that would lead you right to the library. « Excuse me ? » You turned around almost having a heart attack. It was a man, maybe the same age as you, a bit older maybe. He had a nice smile, a dimple pocking his cheeks. « Are you new ? You seem a bit lost. » It was awesome. You probably looked like a dumb ass. « Yeah... Actually I am looking for the library. But I don't know where it is. » He smiled again. « Don't worry. You are not far away, it the staircase on the left, just keep walking through this corridor ». You smiled at him ready to leave. « Hey I am Namjoon by the way. I am a philosophy major. And you ? » You blinked a few time. « I am Y/n. History major. » Someone called him behind him. He turned around before telling you. « Well I hope you'll find the library. See you Y/n ! -See you Namjoon » your words hang in the air. He was already gone. You did as he said and indeed you find the library. You tried not to look too mortified. You were just uncomfortable with men. The first man you saw was the wolf who come pick you up from the place you were waiting when you ran away from home. You were not used to society as you had grown in a coven. Thanks god you were not like some of those hermits type of witches and you had received an education. Trying not too much to think about how you ended up here, you sat down and opened your book. You choose to study history because it was the subject you liked the most and you had the most knowledge about. It has been interesting so far, even if you thought it was very « wolf centered ». It must be that to be the dominant in society. Even history couldn't resist. You tried to stay as far away from other students as possible, you knew that by now, probably everyone knew who you were. It may have been a big university, people were talking. Happily no one has tried to talk to you. Yet. You finished your essay pretty fast, not that you were a specialist in story of Salem and trial of what people from the time called « witches ». You were putting one of your book back on its shelf when someone coughed behind you. You turned around to see a boy around your age. He was smiling at you gently. You didn't know this dude, and as soon as you looked into his eyes you knew something was off. But could you really say anything as every man was sending shiver down your spine. The fear of the unknown apparently. Maybe the fact hat you could literally see people's aura and were sometimes totally linked to their emotions was making you a bit antsy. He genially seemed like a good person. « Hey ! I am sorry if I scarred you, I am Jeahyun, we are in the same history of music class. -Oh. Well I am Y/n... -I know, he said, everyone learned who you were those last few days since you arrived ». Awesome. Exactly what you wanted. « So you were studying ? -Yeah I just finished one of my essay. I was leaving. -Oh... Sorry if I am bothering you. I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me. I mean some of my friends are doing a small party and I just thought it would be cool if you'd agree to go. You could make some friends as you are new and everything. » It was actually nice of him. He didn't seem to be repulsed by you or anything. But there was no way in hell you would come with him. « Sorry. I am supposed to meet friends tonight. -Really ? That's cool you already know people. » You felt like he was doubting your words. Did you like that clueless of any human interaction ? « Yeah. Nari is my friend. -Nari ? The music major alpha ? -Yeah. » He simply nodded smiling gently as he accompanied you to the exit. You were so hyper aware of Jaehyun presence that you didn't even watch where you were going. You bumped into someone the firm body almost making you fall over. « Y/n are you okay ? » you heard Jeahyun asked. But you were too stunned to answer right away. The hand of the stranger was wrapped around your wrist to stabilize you. His contact was so warm. His skin almost too hot to handle as it was touching yours. It was not painful, but it was warming up your entire body. It was something you've never felt before. No magic had never had this effect on you. When you finally looked at him you almost were blinded. You've never seen such an aura. He was surrounded by bright orange and soft pink, the power of it almost too much for your eyes. It was suiting him perfectly, the soft hue of orange highlighting his soft features. He looked like an angel. He let go of your arm in what seemed forever even if it only has been a few seconds. « Hey Jimin -Oh Jahyun. I did not see you. » Jimin was a wolf from what you could feel. You were not excellent with dynamics so you had no clue what he could be. They discussed for a minute, letting you the opportunity to recompose yourself. The contact you had with the wolf had shaken you a bit harder than it should have. Jimin turned towards you. « Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. -No it's me. Sorry. » He bowed down a little before leaving you alone with Jaehyun. You could not stand watch him go away so you kept your eyes on your feet. « Are you okay Y/n ? -Yeah I am fine ! I am going to return home, I am a bit tired -No problem, let me walk you to your car » You let him do, not really feeling like being alone right now. Jimin just wanted to give back some books. He was already two weeks late, and he didn't want to own even more money to the university library. He had a pretty shitty day after the pretty girl from his first class ran away. He kept thinking that maybe it was his fault, she saw him looking and got scared and just ran away. He kept scolding himself, that it should not be this important. But it was. He was entering the library, sighting from exhaustion, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders, not looking where he was going. He felt the collision reacting just in time to avoid the other person to fall. He grabbed their arm, helping them to stabilize. The electric current that started through his body at this moment was something he never experienced before. He looked up surprised, his heart beatting incredibly fast. It was the girl from before. The one who ran away from him this morning. She was prettier than he had imagined. Freeking beautiful. Her scent was sweet and the moment he smelt it, it sended his wolf in a frenzie. That wasn't normal. It never happened before and it wasn't supposed to happen. He let go of her arm as fast as he could, his wolf crying inside, but his heart finally slowed down. « Hey Jimin. » It was Jaehyun, they were in some class together. They were not really friend, but he was genially a good guy. « Oh Jaehyun I didn't see you. -Yeah, it's been a while. How have you been? » Jimin didn't want to have a discussion right now. « Well you know. Midterms had been kicking my ass. -Yeah everyone can relate to this. The girl was clenching her hand on her shirt, avoiding his eyes as much as she could. Could it be possible that she was feeling it too ? « Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going » he said trying to make her look at him. « No it's me. Sorry. » She finally looked at him and Jimin stopped breathing again. If he was going to have this reaction every time she was around it was going to be difficult. He bowed down cutting off the visual contact and left. He needed to leave. « Are you okay Y/n ? -Yeah I am fine ! I am going to return home, I am a bit tired -No problem, let me walk you to your car » His heart clenched as he was walking toward the library main desk, getting away from her more and more. You arrived at home after a long bus ride. Jaehyun has been shocked when you told him you didn't have a car. Apparently every student had a car. You really should get your driving license, the thing was that you had no idea how to drive and had to learn absolutely everything. Were you really that motivated ? Not really. You lived in a small apartment not far away from Nari's home, her father wanting you to be close. The only thing that you hated was the seven floor you had to climb all those stairs when the elevator was out of order like tonight. You didn't felt anything until it hit you. A wave of magic, powerful magic. You started running up the stairs hoping to meet the source of that power. But when you arrived at your apartment door, at the last floor, breathless and sweaty, there was nothing. You sometime wished to have super senses like sens of smell. It was so useful to detect anyone even when you couldn't see. You opened the door of your apartment. Nobody was there. « You’re crazy ». The fact that was that you never really were used to loneliness. Growing up in a coven meant never being alone. You enjoyed solitude, at first. Now it was more ponderous than anything. You still had no friends tho, and had no idea how you were supposed to do that. You apartment was small, like every student apartment. You had been very lucky than the pack authorized you to stay here alone. At first, you were scared you had to stay recluse in the pack house. Not that you were not comfortable with wolves but you were really not. You chase that idea from your head before it caused you more anxiety. You decided to go to bed early, not wanting to stay awake more. The only serenity you could feel was when you were sleeping and then lately even in your dreams it was almost impossible to find peace. And this night didn't do any exception. If you had not found any rest those past few days it was because of a dream. The exact same dream every night. You were condemned to relive the night you ran away from your home. A thud echoed in your entire house, no one seemed to care. You had staid awake to finish studying. Everyone was asleep. Except they weren't. Even if you knew what was going to happen, it was still the same feeling. Fear, devastating sadness. But everything happened so fast, and everything you can feel now is the sensation of the fire, fire everywhere. Flames were licking the wall of your house, blocking your way to the stairs. Maybe it was seeing the dead body of your parents again and again that was starting to be difficult. The same feeling was creeping in your body. Even if you knew what you were gonna see, tears were still streaming down your cheeks. Your body was frozen even if all you wanted was to run. But the thing with those dreams were that you were bounded to do the exact same things than that night. This is where your body started to move. You ran to your room, and like every other time you trip over something and you fell near your bed. A feeling of panic invaded you again, and your moves to crawl in direction of the window. You knew you were about to jump out the window but it didn't make it easier. You were paralyzed as you arrived in front of it. But the hubbub of the fire behind you was the best motivation. Jumping off a window was not the most pleasant thing you did but the more you were thinking about it and the more you though it was better than being burned alive. It took you a second to refined your breath. Your head was pounding, your back was so painful that it took you several turns to get up. The howl of what you could only identify as dogs motivated you to get up. Running in the woods was more difficult each time. You were not running fast enough but it was not like you could hear anything. The sound of your own breath and heart was making you almost deaf. Paranoia was running high in your blood. Every sound, creak, was making you jolt. You stopped after a while running was useless at this point. Knowing what was going to happen was somehow worse than being ignorant. The impact was more violent this time. You fall down hard on your side, rolling on your side from the force. Your vision was blurry but you succeed into gathering all your strength to roll on your side, it was maybe not the best idea when you started to roll down a hill. A growl was heard behind you and you told yourself that you preferred to throw yourself in a bunch of blackberries than being found by what was hunting you. You lost consciousness for a bit and you were expecting to wake up but you didn't. When you open your eyes you still were in the middle of the forest. The moon was shining high above you, the face of the boy that was leaning above you. You were unable to see him properly. Your eyes were like a camera out of focus. « Are you okay ? » His voice was like velvet. « I-I don't- -Shhh don't talk... They might hear us. » You were starting to recover your senses. The face of the man becoming more and more visible. He was the most beautiful man you ever laid your eyes on. Blond hair falling on his forehead. Soft brown eyes that were looking at you with care and worries. Suddenly it hit you. « You- -Don't move ! » He touched your arm and everything snapped. You woke up in your bed a strange feeling lingering in your body. You were sweating as if you really just run through a forest. It was strange, normally you would just woke up normally, a bit confused. It was totally different this time. Your side was hurting, your breath was shallow, the skin on your arm where the man touched you was strangely warm. You stood up, your head was spinning and you fell on the floor. Your cheek hit the wood floor as a gasp of pain escaped you. There was something wrong. You got up fast almost tripping again. Switching up the light of your bathroom, you watched yourself in the mirror. The scratch on your arms, ans cheeks was no due to your clumsiness. You lift up your shirt and there were red marks all over your skin. You could cry right now. You didn't know what was happening. It was scary. But what could you do. Maybe you should talk to Nari. Or maybe it was nothing. You should just go to sleep.

Jimin felt like shit today. He didn't sleep well, and after the weird dream he did it was impossible for him to sleep again. His class was going to be a nightmare. It was the first time he did a dream that vivid. He often dreamed about running in the woods, generally when the full moon was coming closer and when he didn’t go for a run with his pack for a while. But this one was different. He opened his eyes, and he was not in his room anymore. Everything seemed so real that he really thought he slept walk into the forest. But he heard a scream, and it was stronger than his will, he had to go see who it was, what was happening. He run as fast as he could, and he arrived very quickly in the middle of a meadow. This is when he heard the growls. Other wolves ? He could not tell, but he knew dip down he was in danger. Someone was lying there, asleep. Or maybe they were dead. He could not smell anything. It was a girl, he could not see her face, but she seemed familiar. She slowly turned her head toward him. He gasped at the injury he could see on the side of her face. He wanted to touch her but at the moment he extended his arm toward her face she looked at him. « Are you okay ? » She seemed confused, her eyes blinking uncontrollably, as she had trouble to see. « I-I don't- -Shhh don't talk... They might hear us. » She was starting to move more, and seemed more aware of what was happening around her. They had to leave if something was coming their way. They could not stay there. But she was hurt and it was probably dangerous to move her around. « You- -Don't move ! » He touched her arm and everything snapped. Now he was in class, and he could not take the girl of his dream out of his mind. Even more when she was probably going to be here today.

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bnha-hcs · 6 years ago

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*breathes* I've been haunted by the "wait for me" trope; may I ask for a scenario where Todoroki's crush accidentally slips that she loves him, but he doesn't catch it and she leaves it hoping he doesn't think too much about it. But he does. And he realizes. So he brings her to talk and feelings are exchanged; he admits he loves her back but he's got a lot going on but he doesn't want to lose her, so if she's willing, would she wait for him? I'm really sorry if that's a lot to ask!

Decided to do some requests bc I’m still waiting on my doctors to figure shit out and its,,, taking forever so I’m running out of things to do that don’t have me doing too much alsjdalkd. I know it’s late on a lot of these but better late than never yeah?

Also I finally caught up with the manga oh my gods it’s been 5000 years

- Tiki

You stand there in complete silence- thoroughly mortified about what you had just let slip in such casual conversation. There’s no telling what could happen at this point and you weren’t sure if you should try to apologize or just own up to the fact that you had just accidentally confessed your feelings to Todoroki. For a second you weren’t even sure if he even heard you, until you looked over and saw his blue and brown eyes searching your face for any semblance- any indication that you had been lying, or joking, or something.

Todoroki didn’t look like he was going to say anything anytime soon, leaving you to hurry up and pick a course of action. He looks… uncomfortable, and actually a little flustered. Specifically, he even looks like he’s lost a bit of his cool/aloof nature and you’re very afraid you’ve actually ruined any sort of friendship the two of you even had. Is he mad?? Is he upset with you?? You scramble to think of what to say, and before you can stop yourself, words are pouring out of your mouth in a mad dash to keep whatever dignity and friendship you had left.

“Um!! I mean don’t think anything of what I just said… In fact, just forget I said anything alright??” You manage out, stumbling over a few words here and there.

NO response.

Crap, you’ve definitely fucked up. Surely this is where everything goes out the window and now it’s time to make a hasty retreat. So you scramble to get your things and get going, making your move to leave. As soon as you bid your quick goodbye in the form of a quiet squeak you feel the hold of his hand on your wrist, and look to see a look of utter confusion on his face matched with pleading eyes. You’ve never seen such a look on Todoroki’s face before and you’re unsure of what to even make of it. Out of habit you freeze and wait for whatever he looks like he’s about to say.

“I’m sorry, what did you mean? I’m a little confused…” He says, his face scrunching up a little bit as he looks lost in thought. You physically deflate at his words.

Oh GOOD he doesn’t actually know what you said thank g o d s. You let out a large sigh and force a sheepish smile onto your face, freeing your wrist from his grasp and waving your hand a bit.

“It’s okay Shouto! Don’t worry about it.” You say quickly, taking a step away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

This time you don’t give him any room you stop you, and successfully make your retreat this time. You almost run back to the dorms, eager to find solace in the safety of your room and to wallow in your embarrassment by yourself, and rightfully so. You were still mortified with yourself, and are sure you wouldn’t be able to look Todoroki in the eyes the next few days. Gods... maybe if you were lucky he’d just forget about the whole thing altogether. But you’d never be that lucky. Todoroki was aloof but you were dead sure he wasn’t that aloof.

As soon as you were back to your dorm room you threw yourself on the bed and contemplated on whether you needed to fake your own death or not. Your over dramatic ass tried to list off friends who could possibly help you disappear, but figured you’d have a better chance just accepting what happened than trying to suddenly drop from the grid and become a hermit. Groaning into your pillow you roll over and set your alarms for tomorrow, deciding to sleep off your days events.

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The alarms went off and you had to, unfortunately, get up and get ready to face the day. As soon as you brought your phone to your face and shut off the alarms to stop the assault on your poor eardrums, you found a text from Todoroki waiting for you, having been sent only a few minutes before you got up. As soon as you saw it waiting in your messages you could feel your soul leaving your body and the emergency systems in your brain start to malfunction. At some point you were sure someone could hear you screaming in your mind as you tapped on the message to read its contents.

‘Sorry it’s early, but could we talk before class?’

Quickly, you texted out a reply, making about 500 typos and then having to spend more time fixing them than actually typing it up. It didn’t help that you were hardly coherent from waking up about 2 minutes prior. Finally you had hit send and waited for a reply, biting your lip a little too hard.

‘Sure!! Same place as yesterday?’

…

‘That’s fine’

You practically shoot yourself out of bed to get dressed and make yourself look like you didn’t just sleep for about 15 hours because holy hell you were sure you looked like a disaster right now. I mean… you ARE a disaster, but you couldn’t let anyone actually k n o w, let alone Todoroki of all people good gods. So you shove on your uniform and haphazardly brush through your hair so you could quickly jump over to the bathroom and brush your teeth, put on deodorant, etc.

As you’re finishing up your flurry of things you realize you hadn’t asked when the hell you were supposed to be there, having just assumed that he meant as soon as possible. Well… if you went now you wouldn’t have to run the risk of running into anyone. So instead of confirming a time to be there, you decided to stick to your plan of getting there as soon as possible, not exactly caring if it was a little too early. Maybe you could find a vending machine somewhere and get a drink in case you had to wait…

You sighed and threw your bag over your shoulder, checking your phone as you exit your room and make your way down, and out of the dorms. Just as you had thought, not many people were up and you were lucky enough to slip past them and out the door without having to say a thing. Maybe they were also half asleep and just hadn’t the energy to talk yet. Either way you were grateful. With a quick pace you headed back to where you were yesterday- a small courtyard around the school grounds that you’d often study at if the weather permitted. After a while of being friends with Todoroki, the two of you had made it a habit to meet there and study together or just hang out between other things in your busy lives.

Rounding the corner you choked on your spit seeing Todoroki was already there, and you had to make peace with dying from choking as you avoided hacking up a lung and looking like a huge idiot. Just great… Your face was already red and your voice was going to sound stressed. And he must’ve heard your muffled choking noises because he turned around, his soft face catching the morning sun as he squinted to see you. So you hurried your way over for his sake, seeing as it would do neither of you any good if you just loafed around like a piece of wet lettuce.

“Um, hey!” You squeaked out, stopped just a bit in front of him. “So what did you want to talk about?”

There’s a pause, and you watch him shift his hands, like he isn’t sure what or where to put them. He settles for awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, a blush dusting his cheeks as he struggles to look at you. You watch with much anxiety and anticipation, not used to… well… any of this.

“I realized what exactly you meant yesterday…” He starts, choosing his words carefully. “And I’m sorry I didn’t understand at first but…”

But??? But what?? Oh gods you knew it, you knew he was going to reject you- you knew you never stood a chance of ever being with someone like him. You knew… you’d start to cry sooner or later but as soon as you had the flood of thoughts scrambling for purchase through your head you could feel the tears pricking your eyes and the heaviness of rejection settling in your head.

“I’m not really good at… these kind of things.” He says simply, and part of you is relieved but you aren’t exactly sure that can stop steeling yourself for whatever he has to say. He looks up at you, eyes locking with yours, his gaze as heavy as your head felt and you find your breath catching in your throat. He sighs, looking away again before he begins to inch closer.

Todoroki reaches out and you resist the urge to shy away, knowing that if you did, you’d never be able to witness such tenderness from him again. So you move a bit closer on your own and meet him halfway. His right hand moves to cup the side of you face, thumb swiping over your cheek with a feeling that has you at a loss of words. You’re not even sure if you should speak right now, and wait for him to make his next move. Todoroki has a look of pure adoration of you in his eyes and you feel his hand waver a bit and a slight look of sadness flickers in his eyes for a quick second.

“I realized what you said and then I realized I…” He pauses his other hand going to cup the other side of your face, “I love you, too.”

The feeling is suffocating- his hands, his words, his face as it’s so close and so far from yours, and then the feeling in the pit of your stomach that has you thinking that it’s too good to be true. The warm blush that’s spread across your face has you feeling dizzy, like you can’t quite focus on anything but his touch, and the sound of his voice. You sigh prematurely and you watch him look away for a second.

“Shouto…” You breathe out.

“I love you so much, (Y/N), but I- we can’t be together right now.”

“Wh.. What?” You ask incredulously. “What do you mean?”

You can feel the tears pricking in your eyes again, and the sinking of your stomach as a pang grabs at the deepest depths of your chest. You could hardly keep your voice from wavering as you spoke. He can tell you’re upset, and surely this was just as hard for him to explain as it was for you to listen and accept it.

“Just, as I am now, I wouldn’t be able to be there for you. And we’re both still changing and growing so it wouldn’t be good for either of us.” He sighs, looking around like he’s anxious until he resumes, keeping his tender gaze with you and his hands still gently holding your face. “But I don’t want to lose you.”

It’s hard to keep the feelings buried in you so you let a sniffle out, and few tears roll down your face, which are quickly wiped away by the boy in front of you. You want so hard to hide your face- to bury it in your hands and hide the tears you’ve been trying so hard to keep back, but all you can do is reach up and grasp one the the hands Todoroki has cupping your face. You lean into his touch, nodding to his words as they slowly process in your mind.

“(Y/n),” He beckons your name so you’ll look up at him, giving you a small smile. “I know I’m asking a lot but, will you wait for me?”

It takes you a second to actually process any single word that he just said and you half blame the inebriated state that you’ve been in this whole time and the whirlwind of emotions that you’ve been through had you second guessing your comprehensive skills. And before he knew it, you had broken his hold on you and leapt into his arms, burying your face in whatever place you could put it. His arms circle around you and for a few moments the two of your stand there, completely content in each other’s presence. His face buries itself in your hair and he places a small kiss on the top of your head.

“Of course I’ll wait for you!” You gasp, pulling your head from his chest and making him lift his head. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

For a second he looks surprised as he looks down at you, like he didn’t expect you to say yes. And then a smile makes its way into his face, slowly, and he can’t help showing his delight. Without much warning he leans down and quickly presses his lips against yours. It’s quick, and in a way it’s very bitter sweet as you quickly go to reciprocate the affection, knowing full well it’ll be the last you’ll ever get in a while. You try to embed into your mind the feeling of his lips on yours, and you know very well that he is probably doing just the same. The tickling shiver that flutters up your spine is foreign, but definitely not unwelcome and part of you wonders when you’ll be able to indulge in something like this everyday. And just as you thought, the moment the two of you part, you feel a loss at the lack of contact.

You feel Todoroki’s breath fan across your face and resist the urge to lean back in for another kiss. And so the two of you part further, going back to standing together, and somehow acting like that didn’t just happen. You share a look with him and with a nod the two of you head off to class, Todoroki looking like he’s puffed up a little, probably due to the fact that he didn’t think you’d say yes. You found it endearing, to say the least.

There’s nothing much to say as you walk, a comfortable silence, and you find yourself still a little confused in your feelings. Sure you’re still muddled in sadness at the fact that were both rejected and not rejected at the same time. You weren’t quite sure where to place anything in your heart just yet. The only thing you knew is that you’d have to wait for him, for however long it takes. And you were just fine with that.

#bnha imagines #bnha #bnha scenarios #todoroki shouto #mha imagines #this took me too damn long to write #I literally had no time to finish it until just now #Anonymous

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ilovereadingandilovebreathing · 7 years ago

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For the fake title thing: Why the Caged Bird Never Sings

Oh my god I love this also VIRGIL ANGST NOW.

IDK what kinda AU this is but it is one and it’s dark.

warnings for parental abuse and neglect

-Virgil is the only child of parents who didn’t want kids. His parents are busy, successful blacksmiths who don’t have time for anything else, but like they can’t just chuck out their kid because that’s not a legit excuse and they don’t need people questioning their character.

-His mom literally worked up until he was born, had him in the shop, and forced herself back to work. She lost a hand years ago, so nothing shakes her anymore.

-SO ANYWAY as soon as Virgil could walk and move around on his own, his parents built a cage that they put him in and left him up in their home above the blacksmith shop so he couldn’t get into trouble. While they were working or at home or eating or sleeping.

-He literally lives in a cage. They’re the worst. At least they made it big enough that he could move around in.

-So of course this poor child is incredibly scared and socially awkward and withdrawn and just a mess.

-The one saving grace is that they put him next to a window.

-When he’s around 9, a family moves into the building next door. They have a bakery and a 10 year old son named Patton who is super loved and helps out in the bakery and always has flour somewhere on his person. He’s the sweetest thing ever, and his bedroom is across from Virgil’s little window.

-Patton looks over one afternoon (he’s sick in bed and his parents won’t let him help even though HE LOVES SERVING PEOPLE HE’S PRECIOUS) and sees Virgil in the window and is like WHOA A KID IS NEXT DOOR? HEY KID WOW LET’S BE FRIENDS and Virgil’s like oh my god what is THAT

-But Patton realizes he’s really shy really fast (he can read people really well) so he backs off but like talks to Virgil in small spurts on the daily and eventually Virgil lets his guard down a bit and one night when he parents are asleep they et real deep and Virgil confesses this whole cage situation and Patton is SHATTERED. literally so heartbroken.

-So he’s like “I’ll get you out, don’t worry!” and Patton runs over to “give his parents a gift” and offers to bring it up and inside for them and they’re too busy to even think oh HEY WE HAVE A KID IN A CAGE UP THERE so Patton just like GETS IN and it’s all gucci I guess

-He sees Virgil for the first time and is like oh my god my poor precious baby friend because this kid is PALE and not like emaciated or anything but just real sad and tired looking. And Patton’s like I GOTTA GET YOU OUTTA THIS but there’s not just like a key lying around or they have to postpone before his parents get suspicious

-And of course Patton has friends named Roman and Logan (Logan’s family owns a library and Roman’s family is an acting troupe that’s actually pretty settled in that city) and he lets Logan in on the secret with Virgil’s permission (”He’s really nice and trustowrthy, I promise! And so smart! He’ll know what to do!!!”)

-And they realize any plan they come up with might need Roman so he finds out, too and is like I WILL SAVE THIS DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

-Virgil is mortified

-But yeah so they plan to bust him out and it WORKS because duh (it involves pins from Roman’s family’s costume stuff, a candle, patience, and a distraction) and it works???? but how do they sneak him out now????

-His only choice is to jump out the window, really, because they don’t have time to make a rope or anything so they try to make a human chain out the window but Roman isn’t as strong as he thinks and he drops them and they’re mostly okay except Virgil has a BROKEN ARM and now he has to go hide out in the woods like some kinda hermit because heck if he’s going back home.

-A series of shenanigans and intense events happen in which the other 3 are trying to basically raise their 4th friend in the woods while also living and working with their families. It’s a lot.

#i like this one a lot actually #asks #replies #tsfanfics #mine #thank you ♥#but i definitely can't promise I'll write it lol

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btsiguess · 8 years ago

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This Is Just To Say (m) - 4

Summary: To say it’s unusual to have a soulmate is an understatement, and most people desperately wish to have an elegant name scrawled upon their wrist. In reality though, you’d have to say it causes much more issues than it solves.

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader (slight Namjoon/Reader; Jungkook/Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: 4570

Warnings: More garbage philosophy ramblings. Me helplessly pining over Kookie, apparently.

A/N: Instead of doing my homework for philosophy I’m literally just writing fake philosophy arguments?

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

“You absolutely have to tell him.” Joonie said for the thousandth time that night.

“I know I have to tell him, I should’ve told him before.” You reply. “I’m not a monster… I just don’t have any self control. But really how could I? You’ve seen him.”

“I have. I get it. But the kid probably really likes you, and he’s probably just working up the courage to ask you out. He’s been so jumpy around you these past few days. He deserves to know about… your soulmate.”

You sigh wistfully as Namjoon repeats the same thing he’s been saying over and over again for the greater part of an hour. You were obviously going to tell Jungkook. You just didn’t exactly know when.

“Joonie, please can’t we talk about something else?”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything, and the uncharacteristic lack of banter between the two of you is particularly unnerving in this case. You twist around on Joon’s bed until you’re laying your head in his lap; immediately his fingers start to run through your hair. This remains the only movement in the room for quite sometime. While his hands in your hair relieves some of your stress, his pensive silence doesn't allow you to feel completely at ease.

“Joonie…” you say and he hums in response. “I was wondering if you, uh. I mean do you want to,” you run your own hands through your hair nervously as you push yourself off of his lap. Your stuttering seems to have piqued his interest, but he doesn’t press you for words, instead remaining quiet as you work up the nerve to say whatever it is you need to say.

“Joonie, do you want to see my soulmate mark?”

You hate that the room is still quiet after you ask the question. You hoped that offering up such a personal piece of yourself would alter Namjoon’s mood and while he didn’t seem quite as upset as before, he still wasn’t talking.

“If you want to share that with me, I’d love to see it.” He says finally.

You nod and feel your stomach churn. This is really happening, I’m really doing this, you think.

Your hands fiddle with the clasp of your watch, your fingers feeling too shaky and clumsy to complete the process efficiently. But eventually you manage and the watch falls off, your security blanket gone; and though you’re still fully clothed you feel more naked than you’ve ever been in front of another person.

You hold your arm out to Namjoon, and he takes it in his hands, turning it over so your wrist is unveiled to him. He reads the name in silence before reaching out to delicately brush his long fingers over it. His fingers are light as a whisper on your skin and you shiver.

“Min Yoongi.” He says finally.

“Min Yoongi…” You echo back.

“Your soulmate.”

“Yes.”

“Thank you,” he says. “For showing me this.”

You nod as he releases your hand and you hastily put the watch back on. There’s a slightly awkward silence, as if neither of you know what to do or say now that this is all real, and you suppose that’s fair even if you hate it. You’re happy you showed Namjoon, he is your best friend after all, but you’re not sure you can handle being in this room any longer. It doesn’t feel stifling, just a bit overwhelming. You tell him how you’re feeling, and he simply nods. He’s such a good friend, you think. And it’s for that reason you decide that you’re going to tell Jungkook about Min Yoongi, and you’re going to tell him now.

You bid Namjoon farewell, and he wishes you luck when you tell him where you’re going. The walk to Jungkook’s dorm feels all too short, and soon you’re knocking on the door of his single room. It takes him a bit too long to answer, and you briefly wonder if he’s even there, silently praying that he’s out so you don’t have to go through with this. But just as you’re about to leave, the door opens.

Jungkook’s face brightens when he sees you, and he shuffles aside quickly to let you into his room. He apologizes for the mess, and sheepishly offers you a seat on the bed next to him.

It’s only then that he notices the macabre look on your face and the stiffness of your back. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asks, nervously.

“Jungkook, I have to tell you something. And I really hope it doesn’t change anything between us, but I understand if it would.” Jungkook visibly gulps at that, and if this were literally any other situation you might have found it funny and cute.

“You can tell me anything.” He says finally.

“I, uh. Jungkook, I have a soulmate.” you look down at your hands, at the walls, at the paused video game on his TV screen; you look anywhere but at the boy sitting next to you. Before he can speak, you continue, “I haven’t met them. And I honestly don’t want to. I know that might come as a surprise to you but I don’t think that it’s… I think it’s stupid, I don’t know.”

“You think you having a soulmate is stupid.” Jungkook repeats, not quite asking a question but not quite not either.

“Yeah.”

“Why? Isn’t it supposed to be this great big blessing?”

There’s that word again. Blessing.

You tell Jungkook the story you told Namjoon only a few weeks ago, you tell him about your father and mother, and you tell him about your choice to find love the natural way. To build it from the ground up and not just receive it in a flashy gift wrapped box. The whole conversation feels so heavy to you. Because it’s Jungkook. Someone you’ve slept with. A person you could see yourself falling for in an instant. A person you were sure already meant something to you, even if you weren’t quite sure what it was.

He was quiet while you spoke, and you were getting so sick of everyone being so fucking quiet. You had half expected Jungkook to yell at you, to be angry with you. To throw you out of his dorm room and his life, leaving you to run back home with your tail between your legs. But he doesn’t. He just patiently waits for you to finish your explanation.

As you speak you feel your face heat up a bit, you feel tears start leaking out of the corners of your eyes. You’re almost embarrassed by the display of emotion, until you realize that you don’t care whether Jungkook sees you a wreck over this. Because you are. You wish you could just be normal and boring and excited about your budding relationship. But instead you’re here hurting him already.

You feel selfish that you ever let it get this far. Maybe I should just become a hermit and never leave my house, you think and with that one overly-dramatic thought a sob pulls through your lips.

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry.” You say, as steadily as you can manage.

Unthinkingly, the boy pulls you into his arms. He cradles you in his lap and begins to rock you back and forth, his face buried in your hair.

“I feel selfish.” Jungkook says finally, and you pull away from him.

“You feel selfish? Why?” He gazes at you for a moment, using his thumb to gently wipe your tears away.

“I won’t lie to you, I’m not happy about this.” He says, “but if you mean what you say, if you don’t want him… well then I’ve still got a shot haven’t I?”

“Jungkook, wha-”

“I feel selfish.” He repeats, “because I don’t care if you have a soulmate. I still want you to be mine.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you’re left speechless. Jungkook gives a small chuckle at the look on your face, and you’re suddenly self conscious. You’re sure you must look a mess, your eyes all puffy and red, and he’s so close to you, what with you being wrapped up in his arms. And he feels selfish? What’s happening?

He leans towards you until his lips are just brushing yours, and he waits for a moment, allowing you to decide whether you want this or not.

You make the next move and cover his lips completely with your own. It’s the first kiss you’ve shared since you slept together and it feels better than you remember, his lips moving against your own. It’s soft and sweet, full of promise, and it leaves you reeling.

Jungkook pecks at your lips once, twice before finally pulling away and resting his forehead on yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Aish. I’ve wanted to do that for days.” Jungkook says softly.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I’m not sure. I was just nervous I guess. I like you a lot, but I didn’t know if uh, you had just wanted a one time thing.”

“Oh. I, uh. No. I didn’t really want it to just be one time.” You say, barely above a whisper. Jungkook’s back stiffens slightly at your words.

“Are you kidding?” He asks, “because if you’re kidding that’s really not cool.”

“I’m not kidding.”

“Seriously, I’ll be really pissed if you--”

“Jungkook, would you like to date?” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them and it shuts both of you right up.

“Would I like to date?” He repeats.

“Yeah.”

“You’re asking me if I want to date you?” You shift uncomfortably in his lap, suddenly wishing you were further from him, so the rejection wouldn’t be so mortifying.

“Yeah, it was silly, it’s--”

“Yes.” he says, “of course I want to date you, don’t be stupid.” he interrupts.

“Okay. So. That means we are dating now?”

“Yeah, I guess.” He tries to keep his face nonchalant, but it doesn’t last long. Jungkook shakes his fringe in his face and a smile breaks wide over his lips.

It’s infectious, too. And despite just having been crying, your heart suddenly feels light and airy. You can’t help but feel like you’re on a roller coaster ride, with all the ups and downs of today, but you honestly feel like at least in this moment, nothing can go wrong.

Jungkook pulls you back into a gentle kiss. It doesn’t last long, and soon he’s pulling back, smiling at the little pout on your lips.

“That was our first kiss as a couple.” He says, and you snort.

“What the fuck kind of fluffy garbage is that?” You say, but your cheeks are heating up, and you’re sure you’re beaming at his words.

Jungkook adapts a high pitched lilt to his voice, mimicking you as he speaks, “What the fuck kind of fluff--” You don’t let him finish before pulling him into another kiss. This one slightly less gentle. You nip at his bottom lip in punishment as you pull away.

“That was our second kiss as a couple.” You say.

If you hadn’t been so close, you wouldn’t have noticed the way Jungkook’s eyes darkened slightly just before he kisses you again.

He shifts to place you on the bed underneath him as the kiss continues, and your hands come up to tangle in his hair. The kiss is slow and deep, like Jungkook is taking his time with you.

By the time he pulls away you’re gasping for breath, and he shakes his head a little bit, composing himself before he speaks.

“Third.” he says, and you pull him in again.

You’re surprised by how badly you need to kiss him, to feel him against you. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you briefly wonder how anyone could expect you to miss out on this feeling, the addiction that is Jeon Jungkook, all because of the simple name scrawled across your wrist.

His mouth is wet against yours, his tongue prodding your lower lip, asking for entrance. As your mouth opens to him, you wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands comes up to run along the underside of your thigh as it clings to him, before he gives your ass a small squeeze. You gasp into his mouth and he chuckles.

You break the kiss, for lack of air, but Jungkook kisses down your jaw to ravage your neck. The marks he had left the last time you were together had finally faded enough for you to forego a scarf in public, and if you hadn’t been so turned on by the nipping of his teeth against your skin you would’ve laughed at how quickly the scarf would be needed again.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by Jungkook’s mouth sucking hard just below your ear, his teeth quickly following. You gasp out his name as he soothes the spot with his tongue, and you tug his hair, pulling his mouth back onto yours roughly.

Your teeth clash together a bit with the desperation of the kiss, and you can’t help but thrust your hips forward into the boy above you. The action catches Jungkook off guard, and a broken moan leaves his lips.

He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on your, staring into your eyes as he grasps your hips and pulls them into his again. Even through your jeans and his sweats the friction still feels good, just enough to provide a little bit of relief from the tension in your core. You can feel Jungkook’s hardness against the most intimate part of you, and the feeling makes you gasp.

“Jungkook, please I want you.” you tell him, your eyes rolling back in your head a bit as he rolls his hips against yours again.

“Anything for you, babe, anything.” His hands reach down to pull at the hem of your shirt, but before he can pull it over your head, there’s a knock on the door.

“Kookie!” Taehyung calls through the door, “Let me in, I brought snacks.”

Jungkook and you scramble apart and you try desperately to smooth out his hair, which your fingers had tousled vehemently. He glances down at his lap briefly, his erection still standing tall and proud. He does his best to adjust his sweatpants to no avail.

“Sit, sit!” you tell him, “and cover up! I’ll answer the door.”

Jungkook smiles sheepishly as he does what you tell him, grasping your hand and pulling you into one last bruising kiss as you get up to open the door.

“Jungkook!” Tae yells, “I know you’re in there, loser. You don’t have any other friends, open up.”

When you do as Tae asks and pull the door open, his eyes widen.

“Y/N!” he says, “What are you doing here?”

Tae pauses for a moment before continuing, “Actually, you know what? Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Taehyung.” you tease, “Jungkook and I were just playing video games.”

“Mmm.” Tae replies, “Those hickey’s all up your neck suggest otherwise.” You blush a deep red, and quickly move a hand to your neck, but Tae doesn’t stop there as he pushes into the room.

“Seriously, Kookie, those things are dark man. You basically bruised her. What do you have a kink for marking up your girl or something?”

Jungkook sputters momentarily, trying to find something to say. The deep scarlet of his face let’s the whole room know that yes, he definitely does have that kink.

With that knowledge, Tae just laughs and pushes Jungkook’s shoulder, forcing the younger boy to move over to accommodate him on his bed.

“Whatever, weirdo. Let’s play video games.”

You curl up on Jungkook’s other side as they play, texting Namjoon about the events of the night. He sends you just about a thousand heart emojis when you tell him that you’re officially dating Jungkook, and teasingly says you should invite him to philosophy club the following evening.

You weren’t really surprised that Jungkook had agreed to tag along with you and Namjoon, seeing as he took every opportunity he could to spend time with you when he wasn’t at baseball practice. But you were surprised that Suga had also decided to tag along, keeping good on his vaguely threatening promise from a few nights prior. You give him a little wave when you see him, and the corner of his mouth quirks up. He wore glasses tonight, and as you smiled back at him he used one long, delicate finger to push them up the bridge of his nose. You were struck by how handsome he was, your eyes following the movement of his finger. He definitely caught you too, his kind sort-of-smile becoming a full on smirk as he took in the look on your face. You looked away, embarrassed by your brazen gaze, especially since your boyfriend was standing next to you.

As your little group walked into the meeting room a few people gave you the side-eye, and Zach paused his conversation about some girl who wouldn’t hook up with him even after he bought her dinner to audibly groan. What a little fucker, you thought.

You all sat in a little cluster towards the back, and it wasn’t long before the club began.

“Okay guys,” the woman leading the group started, “today we’re going to be talking about part of the Nicomachean Ethics! Friendship.” You watch as Suga and Jungkook shift uncomfortably in their seats, not quite understanding what was going on. Namjoon, however, perks up, glancing at you with a small smile on his face. The philosophy club was in for a long night.

“I’d like you all to debate the validity and necessity of the three friendship types discussed in book VIII! Okay! Begin!” The woman finished.

The rest of the room began to talk all at once while you turned to Jungkook and Suga.

“Do you want me to tell you what they’re talking about?” You asked, and while Suga looked disdainful at your patronizing offer, Jungkook nodded gratefully.

“Okay, well the Nicomachean Ethics are just a series of books written by Aristotle. They contain his philosophy’s and they’re really important, since basically every other predominant philosopher that comes after him read it. But I don’t know, philosophy majors like to throw around lengthy titles because most of them consider intelligence as some sort of elitist club. It’s wicked lame. Anyway, what we are talking about now is Aristotle’s theory on friendship. He says that every friend you have falls into three categories: utility, pleasure, and goodness.”

The boys seem to be paying rapt attention to your words, and you’re minutely surprised. It’s not often you get to lecture two handsome men on Aristotle.

“A friendship of utility,” you continue, “is sort of like… when you’re only friends with someone to get something. It’s not necessarily negative though, I always thought of it as like, if you started a study group or something. You’re all friends but ultimately you’re in it for their knowledge. And when the study group is over, so is the friendship. A friendship of pleasure is when, well… it’s like it sounds. You’re both in it because you get some sort of pleasure being around each other, but it doesn’t go much deeper than that. It’s not like you’d call them if something bad happened, it’s really all about a mutual benefit. Aristotle says this is closer to true friendship, but still doesn’t quite get there. Lastly, and most importantly, there’s a friendship of goodness. That’s just the run of the mill, real, friendship. You’re in it together, through thick or thin, that nonsense. Does that all make sense?”

Both boys nod.

“Aristotle basically said that you’re supposed to strive to only have friendships based on goodness. That that is what makes a person moral and virtuous. But he also says that it’s not uncommon to have friendships in all three categories. So I think what she wants us to argue is--”

“Whether or not we need all three types of friendships.” Suga interrupts.

“Yeah.” you say simply.

You glance up at the conversation for the first time since it started. As usual Namjoon has taken a sort of lead, arguing furiously with Zach.

“It’s absolutely necessary,” Namjoon says, “to have friends in each category! We can’t pretend that humans are saints. Achieving total goodness or virtuousness is ridiculous. Having a friendship based in utility doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“I beg to differ, Namjoon.” Zach replied, “If we don’t hold ourselves to a higher standard, we’ll never get any better.”

“That’s true.” Suga said, surprising the whole room, which fell silent after he spoke. If this phased him, he didn’t show it, merely continuing. “While it’s definitely reasonable to have friends in each category, each person’s own internal desire should make them strive to hold only true friendships. That just makes someone a good person.”

Zach smiled wide, and Namjoon bit his lip. You could tell Joonie had a counter-argument, he always did. But Suga was new to your friend group, and none of you knew where his boundaries were. Namjoon didn’t want to start shit, and you knew it.

You frankly didn’t care about starting, or rather, continuing shit with the boy near you though, and so you spoke up -- much the the chagrin of the philosophy majors.

“A person shouldn’t live their life in an attempt to be totally virtuous.” You say, “I know it’s easy to say that, since as a society we’ve been taught to think that virtues are good and vices are bad, but it’s all about finding a solid median between the two. Aristotle said that too didn’t he? It wouldn’t be prudent to have only true friendships. The amount of effort that would take would leave little time for yourself.”

“Don’t you think you should just tighten your circle of friends then?” Suga says in return.

“That’s silly. You’d prevent yourself from opportunities and experiences if you tried to live with just friendships based in goodness. It’s not only infeasible, it’s unwise. You have to be selfish sometimes, and just because it’s not completely genuine, friendships of pleasure and utility are just as important, if we are talking about keeping a person sane and happy.”

“I feel like pushing back against the notion of having true friends is a sign of immaturity. I feel like it means you just haven’t grown up enough yet.”

Your temper flared. Suga hadn’t even defended his argument right there. He basically had said you weren’t worth debating with since what? You’re too immature?

“And I feel,” you reply, “like you’re being overly romantic, Suga. It’s not about maturity. It’s about--”

Suddenly Zach pipes up from his corner, “I like you better when you don’t talk, Y/N. You just do it to be difficult and look smarter than everyone else. Maybe you should consider shutting up, especially since you’ve finally brought a friend along that’s worth our time.”

You’re about to retort when Suga beats you to it, “Her contributions tonight have been better than anything you’ve had to say. Can you even have an argument against friendships of utility when you use terms like ‘friend zone’ unironically? Expecting a girl to sleep with you because you’re nice to her is basically a model example of a friendship of utility. Shut the fuck up, don’t speak to Y/N that way again.”

The room is silent for a moment, and all you can hear is the beating of your own heart. You’re more than shocked that Suga had stood up for you like that, and you feel your cheeks heat up slightly. Even though you two had disagreed, he had called Zach out. And while you know both Namjoon and Jungkook would’ve done the same in a heartbeat, you can’t help but feel swept away by what had happened. You briefly wonder if you would even feel as breathless if it had been anyone else. Something about the fact that it was him, someone you had only moments ago been heatedly debating with, someone with an ethereal and intimidating sort of beauty, and a personality to match, someone--

“I think you, and your little group should leave.” Zach said, pulling you out of your reverie.

“What?” You questioned, incredulously.

“You heard me,” he said, “get out.”

“Why?” Namjoon shot back, “Because Suga made you look like a total dick in front of everyone?”

“Out.” Zach bellows, his face turning an unattractive and splotchy sort of red, “And don’t come back.”

Your group shuffles out, all of you taking your sweet time because fuck those philosophy bitches. And both you and Suga throw your middle fingers up as you exit the room, laughing quietly at the matching action in the hallway.

“Hey, listen guys, I’m sorry.” Suga starts, but Namjoon interrupts.

“Don’t be. It’s been getting progressively worse lately anyway. And the fact that Zach basically came for Y/N’s life just now was the last straw. I should’ve said something… fuck man.” He turns to you, “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

You smile and pull Namjoon into a half hug as you walk, “It’s okay, Joonie. I’m a big girl. And who would’ve guessed it but our very own Suga baby had my back.”

You give the boy in question a playful punch in the shoulder and he looks at you reproachfully.

“Don’t call me that.” He says simply, and you laugh.

You fall in line with Jungkook once more and he leans down to you, “Don’t call him that. I’m the only one you should call baby.”

You’re mouth opens a bit in surprise, Jungkook’s voice sounds particularly vulnerable though, and so you simply nod. As you do, you lock eyes with Suga, whose smile is fading as he examines the closeness between you and the younger boy. His eyes are unreadable though, yet captivating as he once again pushes his glasses up his nose.

The whole night has you feeling a bit weary, so you let the boys chat while you seek comfort in the warmth of Jungkook’s side. Namjoon and Suga have bonded over some hip hop group you didn’t catch the name of, and soon Namjoon was inviting you all back to his dorm to listen to music.

Suga nods quickly, and his gaze briefly darts to you. You sigh deeply and tell Namjoon that even though you love him, you’re too exhausted to deal with anymore social interaction tonight, and he just laughs in response. You watch as Suga scuffs his foot along the ground lightly, and you briefly wonder if he’s disappointed you’re not coming. Wishful thinking, you think, though wishful for what you’re not sure.

Jungkook tells Namjoon that he’ll make sure you get home safe, and Namjoon thanks him, patting his shoulder and whispering something into his ear before turning and motioning Suga to follow him. You ask Jungkook what he said after, but Jungkook just laughs.

“Honestly, it was nothing babe don’t worry about it.”

You nod quietly, shuffling into him again so yo can steal his warmth.

“Jungkook,” you say, without moving from your uspot in his side, “can I stay in your room tonight?”

A/N: Oooh sorry about interrupting that Kookie smut, damn. Also I just started school again so I want to die. I hate college (I’m lying I love it.) anyway, like usual I’d like to thank the actual love of my life @gimmesumsuga for being my beta and also tolerating my bullshit every day. Seriously I love her. Okay well! thanks for the read! I love you bye.

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