#speaking as someone who lives in an engineering dorm

[fernw00d]

juno's room in san myshuno (she's the only computer science major at foxbury who actually practices good hygiene)

[lianhuajing]

this college au isn't getting out of my head so here y'all go, some headcanons

despite being the first in the world at age 15 LXY still ended up with crippling self-worth issues and imposter syndrome.. makes me think he'd be a burnt out fgli (first-generation low-income) student at a rich school.. university au (this has nothing to do at all with my experiences as a fgli student at an ivy league school lmaoo)

of course FDB is a shoo in legacy student and at first LLH is is incredibly annoyed bc FDB is clearly a rich kid who got in with his parents money

the name i picked for FDB is 择信 ("zéxìn" or "to choose faith"). his dad's name is 则仕 ("zéshì" literally "officer" the author is laugh at us so that zé didn't work, i picked another one to better fit my intention. same sound though.)

he's still called duobing as a nickname bc he was a sickly child, but fang zexin is what appears on official documents and his student id. of course his mom and his aunt still call him "xiaobao" and later on so does LLH

FDB abuses his "xiaohua" priviledges and when he extra wants something he'll pull out "xiaohua'er"

just them warming up to each other to deal with school stress. think of all the shenanigans!! i feel like 3am on a school campus is when you feel like you can do anything super well, even make empanadas when you've never made empanadas before (did i do this freshman year? yes.)

bonus: LXY has a phd in bio-med and is a famous researcher, but he's getting a herbology? nursing? (still deciding tbh) degree as LLH and passing it off as his first undergrad. he made a small fortune from his first go around so he can afford it, but i feel like he donated most of it and/or gave it to QMS + QP + SGD

yes i made LXY a genius progidy med student who got into college at 15 and wrangled a phd + patent at age 18. he's literally every asian parent's golden child wet dream. no wonder he disappeared and changed his name and only resurfaced 10 years later.

FDB is of course an engineering and business student (dual degree, our xiaobao is a champ) and he buys all the school swag cuz he has the spirit

bonus bonus: fdb is a professional college fencer lmaoo. do they have professional college martial arts?

bonus bonus li'er is a part of the family staff but the fang/he family pays handsomely so she's kinda uppity. she doesn't understand why her young master is hanging out with someone 1) obviously older and 2) obviously poorer

FDB of course falls in love at first sight bc LLH happens to be the most drop dead gorgeous person he's ever seen and reminds him vaguely of the researcher that helped with the cure to his childhood illness. surely there's no connection right..

FDB is 20 when he starts college bc he took a two year break to do an internship at his mother's company. it looks great on his resume and conveniently works well so i can line up canon ages

FDB finds out LLH is living in a van and immediately tries to move him into his dorm (freshman year). of course that doesn't work out, but i think around sophmore year, once they've started dating, he would've whittled down LLH enough for him to agree to live together in a house off-campus. LLH tries several times to convince the 20yo that he can do better than some old man who's just starting his undergrad at age 28 (my man breathes lies). FDB is literally signing their lease as he speaks.

bonus bonus bonus (and my fave): LLH makes those terrible tiktok recipes that never work but he keeps trying and the first couple of times FDB actually tries pretending that LLH's cooking is fantastic

bonus x4: DFS went to trade school and owns a handyman service (he makes bank doing it) and the jinyuan alliance is his crew of fixers. FDB is convinced DFS is a mob boss because LLH is always calling him Di 老大 (lǎo dà) when he comes around to fix LLH's rundown van. DFS gives LLH the i'm in love with u family discount but he'll never admit to it. the two of them have known each other since grade school.

bonus x5: DFS and LXY both did the same martial arts extracircular and were known rivals (affectionate) in those circles. they were constantly swapping between placing 1st and 2nd in tournaments.

bonus x5 extra bonus just for me: at one point LXY did call DFS "gege" before he grew out of it / they drifted a part. obvs they reconcillated bc LLH needed a van guy and DFS under all those scowls does care for LXY a lot.

bonus x6: LLH and JLQ absolutely know they are cousins (just bc it's hilarious for me if they do). they don't talk about it but JLQ hates him for "stealing" DFS's attention since their naptime days. he's her cousin timmy. LLH doesn't even know that he's seduced the love of her life, he's just vibing. DFS tries to explain to her that he's gay and has never been interested in women, but she doesn't believe in homosexuals exactly like in canon lmaoo

bonus x7: SGD and LXY were both in an orphanage before they got adopted by qi mushan and qin po. SGD protected LXY like an older brother, but got more bitter and jealous as LXY clearly displayed genius level academic excellence and as a by product got more attention (more care into selecting schools, more time dedicated to LXY's extracirculars, more time spent driving LXY to conferences and stuff as his research gained more traction)

can you imagine the pressure little xiangyi would've been put under to excel, and to excel bc he got this chance when all the other kids at the orphanage didn't? qi mushan and qin po weren't exacty rich, i imagine he must've felt so stressed being bombarded with scholarships and whatnot while his brother steadily closed himself off from xiangyi

nothing just imposter syndrome going off the charts when rumors started going around that a mistake in LXY's research cost someone their life. that no one should've trusted a teenager to be that smart. that some orphan kid just wanted attention and should've never been given a chance. it breaks him.

unintential pressure from qi mushan, qin po and SGD. why was he protected / saved / chosen if not to make their lives easier and to make them proud with his achivements. he's carrying his made-up expectations of their expectations and SGD's expectations

something something my dad was drunk one night and came on campus and told me i was the hope of our entire family bc i was the first to get into a good school and i could make something of myself. i was 18 at the time, same age as when LXY during his famous battle, and i just. feel some type of way. like. the man was carrying the expectations of the entire jianghu on his back. how was he not gonna be overwhelmed and break down?

bc this is a modern au i can make LXY go to therapy :) it takes a few years for him to be convinced to go (he is asian after all LOL), but he does go eventually and it helps him get the will to start again. FDB knows and actively encourages and praises LLH for taking care of himself.

LLH still carries the same self-hatred he has for his younger self bc he thinks his arrogance caused a mistake in his research and ended up causing ppl to die. he's working on it, okay, it's gonna take time

i'll end this with some crack: FDB accidentally hears DFS call LLH "xiangyi" and proceeds to give him an entire speech abt deadnames and such. it's bc he's seen LLH react to being called "xiangyi" before (come on, this guy was a prodigy and he's back at uni, some of the professors are bound to recognize him) and it's never pretty. he ends by saying "it's not like lianhua is running away from the law, he's not doing anything wrong" yes he thinks LLH is trans lmaoo. the entire time, DFS is giving him an incredious look. LXY was in fact running away from the law (or at least the press lmaoo). LLH is just standing there with an amused look on his face like "my xiaobao is a little confused, but he's got the spirit"

[f1bordeaux]

The String That Binds Us. (Prologue) | ln4, cl16

You fell in love with this sport all because of him. It would be selfish not to thank that boy for his help in getting you here today, even if you both ended on rocky terms. However, after finding yourself in the same paddock as your childhood best friend, your mentor, your first true love, and the boy who left you for the bigger picture, you realize that he wants nothing to do with you. So, as fate has it, perhaps you'll end up in the arms of someone else. Or maybe, just maybe, that string that has been tied to the two of you together since birth will pull you back into eachothers lives. Warnings: none Pairings: Lando Norris x Reader, Charles Leclerc x Reader Word Count: 769 Poetry style | Story style A/n: I have returned with yet another series >:) this has been rolling around in my mind and yes its a super simple, done before, run down prompt but I promise to make it worth wild! I feel as though my writing has improved since my last series(which i'm gonna go rewrite) so please enjoy! Ill update as quickly as possible. This is just the prologue so look out for chapter 1 soon, and let me know if you all would be interested in me posting this on Wattpad for easier reading! Much love! Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

prologue; y/n.

There was simply no way, not in this world with all of its coincidences and twists of fate, that things did not happen for a reason. From the minute you’re born until the day you die, there is a reason for everything. An invisible string runs through each and every one of your actions, no matter how little or grand they may be. You were sure of it. There were so many instances you could think of. When you failed that math test and got put back into a different class-the one where you met your first boyfriend who you no longer speak of. When you visited the beach one Summer all the way across the ocean in the United States, and met a girl from your hometown who ended up becoming your life long friend you attended university with. And perhaps the most vital one, when you grew up next door to a boy, only a year older than you, who possessed a love for cars and all things involving them. He would sculpt your life into one of his own, beginning from only the age of three. The two of you would form a shared love, a shared passion, for one sport. However, you found more interest in the mechanical side of things while he preferred to take the wheel. Still, you often wonder how your life would have played out, what you would have done, where you would have gone, who you would have become without him. What would have happened to you if he didn’t live next door? You could never even picture it. Especially now, fresh from university with a degree in automotive engineering hanging on your wall. But the craziest connection of them all? Getting an offer to work in the same sport as your neighbor-no, your childhood best friend. You just couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n you’re joking.” Sophia said on the afternoon the offer popped up in your inbox. She sat on the beanbag chair you used to have in your dorm. You were laying down in bed, lazily scrolling through Twitter before deciding to check your inbox. Now, you were sitting up straight, hand cupping your mouth as you read the email. “Let me see!”

You spun the laptop around, watching her eyes dart across the screen. “It’s not real, there is no way.”

But it was. The email would turn into a phone call, the phone call would turn into a headquarters visit, the visit would turn into a contract. Soon, only a few months after your January graduation, you would be in the Formula 1 paddock, clad in red, tending to the Ferrari livery.

You called Lando only a few weeks before the season started. The two of you hadn’t spoken in a while.

“Hello?”

“Lando, hey.” You scratched the back of your neck. How would he take it? Would he even care at all? Why were you calling with how things ended between the two of you?

There was a second of silence, although it felt like minutes. “Y/n, it’s been a minute. I heard you graduated. Congrats.”

“Oh? Who told you?”

“Mom. You know she's still best friends with yours.”

“Right,” You sighed. He didn’t like your Instagram post that compiled all your grad-photos. Of course he’d only heard it involuntarily. “How have you been?”

“Good.” He responded. “Just preparing for the season, you know?”

“That's actually what I was calling about,” Your heart was pounding. You were so excited to tell him, to let him know that not only did he make it into his dream field, but so did you. “I got a job.”

“Cool. Where at?”

“Ferrari.”

The silence that hung over the line only a little while ago returned. “Like at a shop somewhere in the UK?”

Not exactly the celebration you were hoping for. “No, uh, in F1. I’ll be in the paddock working on either Leclerc’s or Sainz’s car.”

“Oh.” He sniffled. “How’d you manage a job like that straight out of uni?”

“I applied. Didn’t think I would get it but here we are.”

“Well I guess I’ll see you around then.”

And that was it, your big call, your big announcement, all concluded with a ‘see you around’ like it was a conversation to be had in a school yard. You were hurt, your childhood best friend chalking your achievements up to something not worth being impressed about, but you didn’t have time to think about it. You had a job to do and damnit, you were sure you’d be doing it the best.

[aspenmissing]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

"Roll out, donkeys!" Lance, Hunk, and Pidge exit the simulator and stand before Iverson and their class. A young woman stands beside her team, staring at the three in sorrow. Y/N Gane, top of the class; best pilot "Well let's see if we can't use this failure as a lesson for the rest of you students. Can anyone point out the mistakes these three so-called cadets made in the simulator?" Iverson shouted. 

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox," a voice said.

"Correct, as everyone knows, vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine system. What else?" Iverson said while shaking his head.

"The comm spec removed his safety harness," another voice said and Y/N laughs a little. 

"Is there something funny Miss Gane?" Iverson asks. Everyone looks to Y/N and she stands up straight and keeps a straight face. 

"No sir" She replies. 

"Miss Gane, can you tell me something they did wrong?" he asked.

"Erm... The pilot... crashed?"  Iverson looked at Y/N before smiling. 

"Correct! Miss Gane" he shouted and walked away. Y/N gave lance an apologetic smile, who just shrugs and smiles "And worst of all, the whole jump, they're arguing with each other! Heck, if you're going to be this bad individually, you'd better at least be able to work as a team! exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite Astro explorers, but these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the men on the Mission" Y/N's fists clench.

"That's not true, sir!" Pidge shouts. 

"What did you say?!" Lance clasps his hand over Pidge's mouth, but Pidge continues; her voice muffled by the hand.

"Sorry, sir! I-I-I think he may have hit his head when he fell out of his chair. But point taken" Lance says.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out, and the second-best refused to be the best" Lance glances at Y/N before back at Inversion "Don't follow in his footsteps" Iverson turns to look at Y/N and her team "Miss Gane, your team is next!" Lance, Hunk and Pidge watch as their classmates board the simulator, Y/N patting Pidge's shoulder, smiling softly. 

==

Later, Lance and Hunk hide in the halls of the Garrison as curfew begins.

"Lights out in five! Everyone back to their dorms, now" Iverson shouts.

"We shouldn't be doing this" Hunk whispers.

"You heard Commander. We need to bond as a team. We're going to grab  Pidge, hit the town, loosen up, meet some nice girls, maybe we can bring Y-" 

"OK, I'm just- I'm just saying this here, right now, on the record: This is a bad idea" The lights turn off; Lance and Hunk sneak through the hallways.

"You know, for someone in a space exploration program, you don't have much of a sense of adventure"

"All of your little 'adventures' end up with me in the principal's office" Lance sneaks by the instructor's lounge and motions for Hunk to follow, which he reluctantly does "Oh, man..." The two hide in recycling cans as a guard passes by.

"L-5 North all clear," The guard says. Lance jumps out; Hunk tries to follow suit but gets stuck and falls over. Hunk stands.

"I'm fine" They hide as Pidge and Y/N leave Iverson's office. The two watch"

"Where are they going?" Lance asks. Y/N and Pidge were sat on the roof of the Galaxy Garrison. Pidge listens to radio chatter through headphones and special equipment. Y/N is sitting beside her, looking up into the sky, eating a snack bar. Hunk crawls along the roof and Lance carefully removes the headphones to speak close to his ear.

"You two come up here to rock out?" Lance asks. Pidge jump and spin around to face Lance and Hunk. Y/N following, snack bar still in her mouth. 

"Agh! - Oh, Lance, Hunk. No, Um... we-" 

 "We were just looking at the stars," Y/N says, chewing.

"Cool. Where did you get all this stuff? It doesn't look like Garrison tech" Lance wondered.

 "He built it," Y/N says, swinging her arm over Pidge's shoulder. 

"He built all of this" Hunk said astonished. He tries to touch the equipment; Pidge smacks his hand away.

"Stop it! With this thing, I can scan to the edge of the solar system" Pidge says, gesturing to the tech.

"That right? All the way to Kerberos" Lance smirks. Pidge looks away but does not respond, Y/N's eyes sadden. "You two go Ballistic, every time the commander brings it up, What's with that?" Lance continued. Hank tries to sneakily touch the equipment again.

"Second warning, Hunk!" Y/N says and Hunk stops.

"Aw...."

"Look, Pidge, if we're going to bond as a team, we can't have any secrets. Same for you Y/N" Y/N looks at Lance confused "You may not be a part of the team, but you're our friend. Friends can't keep secrets from each other"

"I mean they can" Y/N mutters.

"Fine. The world as you know it is about to change. The Mission wasn't lost because of some malfunction or crew mistake—" Pidge sees Hunk trying to touch the equipment again "-STOP TOUCHING MY EQUIPMENT!!" Hunk groans but finally desists "..."So, I've been scanning the system and picking up alien radio talking" Pidge pushed up her glasses.

 "Whoa, what? Aliens?!" Hunk says.

"Oookay. so your insane, Y/N please tell me you don't believe in him," Lance asked me. Y/N nods"

"He is serious" Y/N holds up a pad with 'Voltron?' on it "They keep repeating the same word over and over again, Voltron. and tonight it has been crazier" 

"How crazy" Lance said. The Galaxy Garrison building alarms blare. Iverson speaks over the intercom

"Attention, students. This is not a drill. We are on lockdown!, Repeat: all students are to remain in barracks until further notice" A fiery object appears in the sky.

"What's going on? Is that a meteor?! ... A very, very big... meteor?" Hunk says and Y/N grabs binoculars

"Its. It's a ship" She says. Lance takes the binoculars and looks at the object. 

"Holy crow! I can't believe what I'm seeing! That's not one of ours" Lance said with wide eyes. 

"No. It' 's one of their" Pidge says.

"So wait, there are aliens out there?!" The three watches as the alien spacecraft crash into the desert. The Garrison sends out land rovers to the crash site.

"We've gotta see that ship!" Pidge says, standing up, pulling Y/N with him.

"Pidge, slow down" She laughs.

"Hunk, Come on" Lance yelled and chases after the two. 

"Oh, this is the worst team-building exercise ever" 

==

Lance, Hunk, Pidge and Y/N spy on the quarantines crash site from a nearby cliff. Lance views the alien spacecraft through binoculars.

"Whoa... What the heck is that thing?! ... And who the heck is she?" Lance asks, looking at women through the binoculars.

"Lance!" Y/N smacks his head.

"Ow! Right, Right, alien ship. Man we will never get past those guards to get a look" Pidge continues to type on her computer.

"Aw, man. Yeah, yeah, I guess there's nothing to do but head back to the barracks, right?" Hunk says.

"Wait for Pidge, there is a camera in there, try and hack into it," Y/N said and pointed at the screen. Pidge hacks into it.

"I've grabbed its feed, Look" They all looked at the screen.  Inside, a man is strapped to a table as Garrison technicians examine him.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Calm down, Shiro. We just need to run some tests" Iverson says, trying to settle Shiro. Y/N chokes on her breath.

"You have to listen to me! They destroyed worlds!" Shiro grunts "Aliens are coming!"

"That's! Shiro The pilot from the Kerberos Mission, That guy's my hero!" Lance shouts with excitement. 

"Guess he's not dead in space after all" Hunk says.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" Pidge asks, saddened. Y/N put her hand on her shoulder, smiling softly. 

"I'm sure they're fine, I mean if Shiro's still alive, I'm sure the rest are" She reassures. 

 "Do you know how long you were gone?" Iverson asks, walking over to Shiro? 

"I don't know, Months? Years? Look there's no time. Aliens are coming here for a weapon. They're probably on their way right now. We need to get Voltron!" Shiro struggles, trying to get out of the bounds holding him down. 

"Voltron!" Pidge and Y/N say in unison.

"Sir, look at this. It appears that his arm has been replaced with a cyborg prosthetic" A technician asks, looking at Shiro's arm.

"Put him under, until we figure out what it can do," Iverson said and a technician came over with a syringe. 

"No, no, no don't put me under, There's no time, Let me go!" Shiro is one again trying to get out of the bounds.

"They didn't ask about the other crew members"

"What are they doing? The guy's a legend. They're now even going to listen to him" Lance said. 

"We have to get him out," Y/N says.

"Ah, I hate to be the voice of reason here, always, but weren't we watching on TV, because there was no way getting past the guards" Hunk says, standing up.

"That was before we were properly motivated. We have just got to think. Could we tunnel in" Lance says, standing up. Y/N snorts, standing up alongside him.

"What so funny," Lance asked. 

"Really? Tunnel in, Tunnel in!!" Y/N laughs

"Well at least I have a plan, where's yours," Lance said with a smirk.

"We find some hazmat suits and sneak in like med techs" Y/N smirks back. Lance thought for a while.

 "That's a pretty good idea"

"Or... we could dress up like cooks, sneak into the commissary... little late-night snack" Hunk drools.

"...No. What we need is a distraction" As if on cue, an explosion burst in the distance and the four cadets scream.

"Is that the aliens?! Are—Tha—The—Is that the aliens?! Are they here?! They got here so quick!" 

"No. Those explosions were a distraction, for him!" Pidge points to a figure arriving by hovercraft "The Garrison's headed towards the blast, and he's sneaking in from the other side!" Lance views the new arrival through binoculars.

"No way...!  Oh, he is not going to beat us in there! That guy is always trying to one-up me!"

"Who is it?" Hunk asks.

"Keith!" 

"Come on, Lance. Don't start"

"Who?" Pidge asks.

"Are you sure?" Hunk asks.

"Oh, I'd recognize that mullet anywhere!"

"Lance, come on, man! Keith hasn't done anything"

"Who's Keith?!" Pidge asks. The four-run towards the quarantines crash site. Inside, the technicians examine Shiro, who's been put under.

"These readings are off the chart," The technician says. Keith enters.

"Hey!" Iverson shouts. Keith attacks and knocks out all three technicians, then runs to Shiro, surprised to find him. 

"Shiro...?" Keith cuts Shiro free from his bonds and tries to carry him out. Lance, Hunk, Y/N and Pidge arrive.

"Nope. No, you—No, no, no, no, no, no, no you don't. I'm saving Shiro" Lance lifts Shiro over his shoulder.

"Lance, let's just get him out of here" Y/N looks to Keith "Hey Keith" 

"Hey Y/N, long time no see" Y/N nods "So, who's this?" Keith asks, looking to Lance.

"Who am I? Uh, the name's Lance" Keith silently looks at Lance without recognition "...We were at the same class at the Garrison?"

"Really? Are you an engineer?"

"No, I'm a pilot. We were, like, rivals. You know, Lance and Keith, neck-and-neck" Y/N snorts.

"Oh wait, I remember you. You're a cargo pilot"

"Well, not anymore. I'm fighter class now thanks to you washing out" Lance says, proud.

"Lance!" Keith looks to Y/N in confusion "I refused to take your place, that was yours. I couldn't take it" Keith nods, before looking to Lance.

"Well, congratulations" 

==

Lance and Keith carry Shiro out together. Keith hops onto his hoverbike, along with Lance and Shiro. Keith holds out his hand for Y/N.

"Hop on," He says. Y/N smirks, reaching for his hand before pulling his close.

"You may be a gentlemen and I may be a girl, but this girl beat your ass in training" She whispers into his ear before jumping onto the bike behind him, Keith staring at his hand stunned - and slightly blushing. Hunk spots the Garrison returning.

"Oh, man, they're coming back and they do not look happy. We gotta go. Uh, do you mind if we catch a ride with you?" Hunk asks. Everyone climbs aboard Keith's hovercraft and it tips over.

"Is this thing going to be big enough for all of us?" Pidge asks.

"No" Keith replies bluntly. Keith has to take off as the Garrison arrives to pursue them. Pidge has to hold on to Shiro.

"Why am I holding this guy?"

"Hey, we did all fit!"

"Can't this thing go any faster?" Lance asks, looking back at the vehicles following.

"We could toss out some non-essential weight" Keith says sarcastically. Y/N shakes her head, nudging Keith's hip with her knee.

"Oh, right!" He glances around, clearly not getting Keith's sarcasm "OK, so that was an insult. I get it" 

"Big man, lean left!" Keith shouted. Hunk leaned left. 

"Whoa!" They all shouted. Two of the cars smashes into each other.

"Aww, man. Mr Harris just wiped out Professor Montgomery. No, wait he's fine" Hunk sighed in relief. They were on one of the roads and next to us was a big ditch 

"Big man, lean Right!" Keith shouted. Hunk leaned right, they managed to get over to the big ditch and land on another road. Two of the cars are still chasing them. They were still all screaming, and they went around a corner. One of the cars crashed, but one is still following. 

"Guys? Is the-the-the-the-that—Is that a cliff up ahead?" Hunk stammers. 

"Oh, no, no, no" Lance shouted. 

"Yup," Keith smirked. 

"Just like old times" Y/N smiles, wrapping her arms around Keith. Keith increases speed, everyone was screaming, apart from Y/N, Keith and Shiro. The hovercraft jumps off the cliff.

 "What are you doing? You're trying to kill us all!" Lance shouts

"Shut up and trust him" She shouts back. Keith safely avoids crashing and continues flying into the desert, escaping the Garrison.

==

Shiro and Y/N stand outside a desert shack at sunrise, the two hugging each other.  

"It's good to see you again, Shiro," Y/N says, smiling. They pull away as Keith approaches.

"It's good to have you back," Keith says, placing his hand on Shiro's shoulder.

"It's good to be back" Shiro replies.

"So what happened out there? Where...were you?" Y/N ask. 

"I wish I could tell you. My head's still pretty scrambled. I was on an... alien ship but... somehow I escaped. It's all a blur. How did you know to come to save me when I crashed?"

"You should come to see this" Shiro and Y/N follow Keith into the shack. Inside, Keith shows Shiro, Y/N, Lance, Hunk and Pidge his board of maps, diagrams and notes.

"What have you been working on?" Shiro muttered.

"I can't explain it. After getting booted from the Garrison, I was kinda... lost and... felt drawn out to this place. It's like something... some energy was telling me to search." Keith explains.

"For what," Shiro asks. Y/N stands close to Shiro, his arm around her shoulders, her own crossed in front of her.

"Well, I didn't know at the time... until I stumbled across this area." Keith pointed at a map  "It's an outcropping of giant caves covered in these ancient markings" We looked at the pictures of the markings "Each tells a slightly different story about a blue lion, but they all share clues leading to some event, some arrival happened last night. Then you showed up" Keith explained more. Shiro took his arm from around Y/N's shoulders and walked over to the others. 

"I should thank you for getting me out. Lance, Right?" Shiro says. He offers Lance his prosthetic hand. Lance hesitates but shakes it. Shiro offers to shake Pidge and Hunk's hand, Pidge being the only one who does.

"This nervous guy's Hunk. I'm Pidge. so, did anyone else from your crew make it out?" Pidge asks, which makes Shiro's face saddens

 "I'm not sure. I remember the mission and being captured. After that, it's just bits and pieces" Shiro goes back over to Y/N, placing his arm back over her shoulders as she leans into his side. Lance zones out from the conversation, looking at the two confused.

"Are they TOGETHER! No, Lance, No! Shut up! He's way, way older than her. They're probably just really, really close" Lance thinks "I'll ask Y/N later" 

"You'll ask me what late?" Y/N asks, Lance looks to see Y/N standing in front of him. 

"Uhm, I- I was just wondering if- Uh"

"Come on Lance, spit it out" Lance sighs.

"Uhm.. a-are you and Shiro... Uh... together?" Y/N eyes widen before bursting out in laughter "What's so funny?"

"You thought me and Shiro were dating?" Y/N says, whole trying to catch her breath.

"It was just a question" Y/N continues to laugh, gaining everyone's attention.

"What happened?" Hunk asks.

"I just asked her if she and Shiro are dating" Pidge starts to laugh a bit. Shiro and Keith chuckle.

"What!? Why's that so funny" Lance asks, getting slightly annoyed.

"Okay, okay," Y/N says, trying to catch her breath "I'll tell you" She clears her throat "Shiro, is my brother" There was a long, awkward silence.

"WHAAAATTT!!!!????" Hunk and Lance asks in unison

[littlethingwithfeathers]

Tornado Safety!

When tornado season starts up each year, I usually do a little PSA about how to prepare for bad storms. Since it seems like tornadoes are getting more and more likely outside of Tornado Alley (thank you climate change…), I thought I’d do a little more thorough and less Deep South centered write up to help people new to tornadoes prepare for bad weather.

Please note I’m not a severe weather specialist, nor am I any kind of emergency or crisis assistance professional. This is just wisdom gleaned from three decades living in a place where this stuff was just… normal. You learned about tornado safety in school, and you knew how severe weather worked by watching the news. It’s just part of the culture around here (Here being northern Alabama). But if you’re new to it, or it’s new to you, here’s my primer.

Tornado 101: Tornado season happens in the mid-to-southeastern USA (nicknamed Tornado Alley) twice each year. Broadly speaking, tornado season is from late February to August each year, with another blip in the autumn that’s less severe. (obviously tornadoes are becoming more common outside of this area and “season” is varying more and more. Again… Climate change.) Most tornadoes occur in the late afternoon/early evening, usually after the sun has warmed up the ground and caused the atmosphere to become unstable due to the rapidly changing air temperature. The reason spring is so volatile is because that is the widest temperature change on a day to day basis, plus it rains often which adds to humidity which adds to the instability. This is not to say tornadoes can’t happen any other time of year. It’s just less likely. If you’re interested in a deeper primer, check out the National Severe Storms Laboratory page on the subject HERE! Cool… so you live in Tornado Alley or another place that gets tornadoes (They’ve been seen as far north as Chicago and as far west as California)! What should you do so you don’t get blown away?

Well first of all, don’t freak out. Don’t ever freak out. It’s fine. There’s some prep you should do both in terms of equipment and knowledge, but there’s no need to go full Doomsday Prepper on this. There’s just some basic stuff you should have and know, just like someone in northern Wisconsin should know how to drive on snow and have an engine block heater. Annual Tornado Safety Checkup: Here’s a list of things you should do to prepare ahead of time for a possible tornado or bad storm (tornadoes are bad, but there’s things that cause just as much disruption or damage like straight line winds and hail). And once you get your gear together, you should check that stuff every year. I usually go through mine in March, and then again when the weather starts to turn cold in fall (there’s a lot of overlap of this stuff and winter storm gear in my area so I can double up). Know where your safe place is. This is where you will take cover during a tornado. If you live in a house, locate an interior room on the lowest floor of your home (including your basement). This should be the room with the most walls between you and the outside and no windows if possible. Usually this a bathroom or interior hallway. If you live in an apartment that’s not on the ground floor, or in a trailer or dormitory, find out where the nearest shelter is and make a plan of how to get there. For dorms or apartments sometimes they have an onsite shelter. At work, ask your manager/boss/coworker who’s been there awhile what happens during a tornado. If you work in a non-public facing place like an office, it might take some time to get an answer (and if there’s not an answer, that’s a red flag. You should push to figure that out.) but if you work in some place that the public goes regularly (school, mall, entertainment venue), it might be posted somewhere in the building like the bathroom or a main hallway. For public spaces, when in doubt, go to the bathroom or an interior stairwell/hallway on the first floor. Remember, you want as many walls between you and outside as possible and as few things between you and the ground as possible. Get a weather radio and get extra batteries. This will be a programmable radio that will alert you to severe weather in your area. Walmart and similar stores usually have them. Sometimes news stations will give them away for free, but they aren’t expensive. Seriously… go get one. They’re absolutely vital. And make sure to get one that can run on batteries if the power goes out. I have a pretty sweet one that also has a built in flashlight and functions as a regular radio. You’ll need to program that sucker so it knows what location to give alerts for, but there’s plenty of online tutorials for that or it will come with instructions. And you may be tempted to think that you don’t need one because of internet or cell service. Don’t. It’s a trap. A major rule of severe weather safety is don’t rely on only one piece of hardware/source for information. So don’t just rely on your phone. Don’t rely on the TV. Don’t rely on the internet. Those things can and will go out. But even if the power goes out, the radio stations will fire up the generators and keep broadcasting. During the terrible tornado outbreak here in April of 2011, the power was out for over a week and we -only- had radio. They kept broadcasting though!

Oh, and make sure you swap out the batteries and test that puppy every year. Familiarize yourself with a map of your area. Map reading skills and personal awareness of your location are basic tornado safety skills. Learn what county you’re in. Learn where you are in said county and what counties border you. Learn basic landmarks in your more immediate area, especially to the west as most storms move west to east. These landmarks should be things like major highways/roads, municipal buildings like schools, hospitals, and public buildings, and other major locations of note (parks, major shopping centers, and large well-known churches). And not only will you want to know this stuff visually, but you’ll need to be able to hear it via radio and know where you are and where the storm is. This takes practice, so start working on it now. Find a local weather person you like on a local news channel and start watching their broadcasts. Sometimes you can even find them on YouTube! For example, this is how a weatherperson will explain where a storm is over the radio and which direction it’s headed: This storm is currently outside Warksburg in Warking County and is headed west across Warkwark Road along Interstate 0. If you live near the Warkmart on Warkington St. or in the neighborhood around Our Lady of the Perpetual Warking Church, take shelter immediately. If you live in Warkford Plaza or in the area of the Warkball stadium on Warkford Street, take cover as well since this will be on you in about 10 minutes. I’m always surprised at how many people can’t find themselves on a basic county map. Growing up in Alabama in the 90s, they drilled this stuff into everyone both in the school system and as a public safety project… we even had stickers with county maps for the back of your remote so you could make notes about where you were for when you were watching the radar. Map skills are basic safety in tornado country. Especially if the TV is out and all you have is the radio to listen to for updates. You need to know that stuff when the weather-people are talking about trajectories of storms, so you can know if you need to go hide in your bathroom or if you can go stand on your porch. (kidding. Don’t do that except I’m totally one of those people…) Learn to sling the tornado lingo. Know what a hook echo is and how to spot one on a radar? How about a wall cloud? Know what a super cell is and why it’s dangerous? There’s a whole lexicon of terms about tornadoes and learning them will help you more effectively watch your local weather coverage during severe storms. You should also learn what the different alert levels are and what they mean… but the short version is that a Watch means conditions are favorable for tornadoes (this often gets announced at least a few hours before storms move into the area), and a Warning means that a tornado/funnel has been spotted or has appeared on radar (This will be announced as soon as the rotation is spotted on radar or there’s a physical report on the ground. Likely lasts less than half an hour). Watch means just hang tight, get eyes on your safety gear, and keep an eye on the weather. Warning means there is (or is very likely) a tornado on the ground so if you’re in the path, go hide. A great source for this and other vocabulary is here!

Get a first aid kit. This is basic life safety, really, but it’s also important for tornado safety. If you can, get one of those kits that has some of the outdoorsy survival stuff like rain ponchos, alcohol wipes, emergency shears, and splinter removal. You will also want sunscreen in there (in case the power goes out for a long time and you need to walk somewhere like the grocery store so you don’t waste gas). Check it every year to see what needs replacing. Also make sure it has some basic OTC meds like pain relievers. Buy good flashlights. And don’t forget the batteries. They also make super cool hand-crank flashlights, and my personal favorite are these flashlights that have a charging cradle. You plug them in and they double as a nightlight… and when the power goes out they turn on so you can see to find them. And before you ask, no your cellphone does not count as a flashlight, save to use it to get to your real flashlight. You’ll want to save the charge on your phone for later. Remember that the assumption here is that the power might be out for awhile… possibly more than a day. You will need a real flashlight. More than one preferably. I have one in my kitchen, garage, and my bedside table. Make sure when you get them that you take them out of the plastic prisons so you’re not fumbling with scissors in the dark. Also, it’s not the worst idea to get an electric lantern or two. They can live in your car until you really need them. Test your generators and service them if needed. This is pretty self explanatory. Stockpile prescription meds. If you’re on meds that will be a Bad Time ™ if you go off them, make sure you keep a bit of a stockpile. If you’re on a controlled substance or just generally have issues with this, contact your doctor or pharmacist for assistance/information. This is just good life safety again, but you do not want to get stuck behind washed out roads with no power AND no meds. *** Okay… so you have your stuff. You know your plan and you can find your house on a map. And you hear there’s severe weather coming in a few days. Now what? Well, there’s no reason to go crazy. Odds are good everything will be fine. So to keep myself from going overboard, all my prep goes through two gates: What will I kick myself for not doing if the worst happens? What will I kick myself for doing and not needing it? That tends to keep the desire to over-prepare at bay. Check your annual checks again. Ensure they’re all working and you have back up batteries for your radio, flashlight, etc. Also, make sure all these things are where you can find them in the dark. Bear in mind as you’re prepping that you might be without power and/or internet for awhile… as in days. Get the following items and make sure you can find them in the dark: -Pocket knife/multi-tool. -Rain jacket, -Sturdy, closed toe, shoes and good socks (water proof/resistent if you have them. You might need to pick your way out of your house through debris so pretend you’re going to a construction site). -A bike or construction helmet (put it in your safe place). -Sturdy clothes… like some good jeans, longsleeve shirt etc. Again, pretend you’re going to a construction site. -A good backpack/duffle/small suitcase (no need to pack a bag every time it thunders but just be able to lay a hand on what you’d need if you have to pack in the dark). -An umbrella. -A little cash. (No need to go crazy, but if power, cell service, and internet go down, we’re back to the stone ages… so get enough to grab some groceries and maybe a tank of gas). -Pet carriers if you have animals, and food for them. (In case you need to evacuate) -Candles and ignition sources. (don’t have this be your only light source, but they’re not a bad idea for prolonged outages)

Get gas. Gas up any cars you have the day before severe weather is due to hit. If you have a generator, get gas for it. No need to go hoarding, but you will want a full tank of gas just in case. Best case scenario, nothing happens and future you has one less thing to worry about in the morning on your way to work. Worst case scenario… Future you has one less thing to worry about in a crisis. (We learned this lesson in the 2011 outbreak in Alabama… The power was out for over a week and we had less than half a tank in both our cars and were not sure we could make it to a place with power that also had gas so we were stuck.)

Check your prescription medication stock. Make sure you’d be good for at least a week if the power goes out or you get stuck behind fallen trees or a washed out road. Do laundry. I’m serious. Make sure you have clean clothes and plenty of towels just in case the power goes out and you can’t do laundry for awhile. (also a lesson personally learned in 2011) Charge all your devices. Cellphones, tablets, laptops, power banks and external batteries for your cellphones, and such. Anything like that. Find all your cables and have them in easy reach. Again… future you will thank you for this regardless of if you get blown to Oz. Make sure you have weather apps and alert systems installed on your phone and check for updates. If it’s supposed to storm overnight, turn the ringer on your phone on. Don’t just trust the sirens to warn you. (we learned that lesson a couple of years ago… a software glitch lead to the sirens not going off). Make sure you can lay hands on things you don’t need power to do. If the power goes out for a really long time it can make you a little stir-crazy, so stash some playing cards, a crochet project, a book or anything like that with your emergency supplies. Your bored future self will thank you. I read a lot of books in the week we were without power in 2011 and I taught my husband to play Egyptian Rat Screw. 

If you have a propane grill, make sure you have a fresh/extra tank on hand. If you lose power for a long time, you might want to have a cookout to work through anything perishable in your freezer. Make sure you have food on hand that doesn’t require cooking. Granola/protein bars, canned goods, peanut butter, that sort of thing. Also, keep drinking water on hand, just in case. Just a case in the pantry will do. And don’t just feed yourself! Make sure you have food and supplies for any pets you might have. Again… don’t stockpile or go crazy. Just make sure if the power goes out for a couple of days, you’re covered on food… stuff you’d eat anyway. Make sure you can find weather info quickly and from multiple sources. Tune your radio, weather radio, and TV to your local weather station of choice. Bookmark a good local weather source in your web browser and on your phone. *** So you’re all prepped. But now your weather radio is going ballistic! THERE’S A TORNADO WATCH! WAT DO???

Stay calm. Seriously, it’s probably fine and you aren’t going to change the trajectory of the storm by stressing about it. If where you are is not safe (such as a mobile home or you’re out driving) go to the tornado shelter. Do this before the sirens go off or the take cover order is given. You don’t want to be caught driving. Take a change of clothes, your first aid kit, a flashlight, your phone charger, your phone, ID and money, and something to do that won’t drain your cellphone battery. Stay glued to your local weather news. Use everything that’s working… TV, website, and radio. Watch the trajectory and heed any advice from the local weather-people and the National Weather Service. You’re watching for things close to you now. Often the weather people tracking the storms will draw a cone out from areas of concern (not just tornadoes but things like hail as well) and those cones will mark neighborhoods, major landmarks etc. and give ETAs for all those places. This is where all your map reading skills will come in handy. They said to take cover! The sirens are going off! So that means you need to go to your safe spot we mentioned before. Stay calm and get moving. Turn up the TV/computer so you can hear the weather from your safe spot. Bring your pets and family. Bring your flashlight. Bring your first aid kit. Bring your phone and charger. Bring your weather radio. Grab all your pillows or a fluffy duvet to hide under. Put on your helmet if you have one. (This is to help prevent injury from falling debris or broken glass.) And bring something to do. You might be here for a hot minute. Stay in your safe spot until the all clear is given. Be patient. These storms move fast usually, but tornadoes can spin up on the front and backside of a line of storms. Sit tight and wait for the all clear. WHAT IF I’M DRIVING!? If you’re driving and a tornado warning is given for the area, or God forbid you SEE a funnel cloud, stay calm. If there’s a house or building nearby, go bang on the door and beg them to let you inside. I’m serious. If there’s no buildings, go lay flat in a ditch. I’m still serious. Get as low to the ground as you can and cover your head and face with your jacket. You absolutely do not want to be in a car when there’s tornadoes about. They will toss you around like a tin can. Edited to add: Do NOT get under an overpass. This was common wisdom (even I was told this and originally had it in the post) but according to the National Weather Service and FEMA this is not the case. It seems like a good idea because it's a sturdy shelter, but it acts like a wind tunnel. Thank you to @medic-kix for the catch.

*** Aaaannnd that’s that! I’m sure I missed something so feel free to tack on if you’ve got any further advice. Everyone be safe and stay weather aware!

[hazelira]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟𝐬 | JUNGWON

genres: angst, comfort, and delulu

word count: 780

summary: Jungwon from ENHYPEN becomes unexpectedly attached to a particular fan, feeling a unique connection despite not knowing them personally. However, the fan suddenly disappears from the fandom, leaving Jungwon overwhelmed with "what ifs." As he grapples with the loss of this unseen bond, he navigates the emotions of attachment and longing, reflecting on the fleeting nature of connections in the world of K-Pop. 

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The lights dimmed as the concert drew close, and the screams of engines filled the arena. Jungwon stood on stage with a warm smile as he waved to the sea of fans. In moments like these, he made everything worthwhile. Yet, amidst the cheering crowd, his eyes always seemed to search for one person—someone he didn’t even know but felt inexplicably connected to.

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(Flashback) Jungwon first noticed them at a fan sign event. They had a quiet demeanour, an aura of calm amid chaos. When it was their turn to speak with him, their eyes met, and for a split second, the world seemed to stand still. "Hi, Jungwon," they said softly, their voice barely audible over the noise. "Hi," he replied, his heart inexplicably racing. "What's your name?" "Y/N," they answered, a shy smile on their lips. "Thank you for supporting us, Y/N," Jungwon said, his eyes never leaving theirs. "It means a lot." That brief interaction left an indelible mark on his heart. After that day, he looked for them at every event, hoping for another chance to talk and connect.

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(Present) Months passed, and Jungwon couldn’t shake the feeling of attachment. Y/N had become a constant presence in his thoughts, a comforting yet frustrating reminder of something unfinished. He had scoured social media, hoping to find traces of them, but they seemed to have vanished into the vast expanse of the fandom. One night, after a particularly exhausting rehearsal, Jungwon sat in his dorm room, scrolling through old photos and videos from fan events. His heart ached with a sense of loss for someone he barely knew. "What if I had said more?" he wondered. "What if I had asked for their social media? What if I never see them again?" The thoughts haunted him, a series of what-ifs spiralling into an abyss of regret.

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(Flashback) At another fan sign event, he saw them again. This time, they looked distant, as if something had changed. "Hi, Y/N," he greeted them, hoping to recapture their previous connection. "Hi, Jungwon," they replied, their smile not reaching their eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident. "Yeah, just... busy with life," they said, their tone evasive. Before he could say more, their time was up, and they moved on. It was the last time he saw them.

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(Present) Jungwon sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew he was being delusional, letting his mind conjure up scenarios and feelings that might not even exist. But he couldn’t help it. Y/N had imprinted on his heart, and the uncertainty gnawed at him. One evening, as he prepared for bed, he stared out the window, lost in thought. The city lights twinkled below, a reminder of the world beyond his reach. "What if I never find them?" he whispered to the night. "What if they're gone forever?" The uncertainty was painful, but he also realized something important. He couldn’t live in the what-ifs. He had to cherish the memories and accept that some things were beyond his control.

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(Days Later) Jungwon decided to share his feelings during a live broadcast, hoping it might bring him some closure. "Hey, ENGENEs," he began, his voice soft but steady. "I want to share something personal with you all. There's someone I met, a fan, who left a big impact on me. I don’t know where they are now, but I hope they're doing well." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "Sometimes, we meet people who touch our lives in unexpected ways. Even if they’re only with us briefly, their presence can be felt forever. To that fan, if you're watching, thank you. Thank you for being part of my journey, even if it was just for a moment." As he ended the broadcast, Jungwon felt a sense of peace over him. The what-ifs would always be there, but he could move forward, knowing he had expressed his feelings.

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(Months Later) Jungwon continued his life, performing, creating music, and connecting with fans. The ache of losing Y/N never entirely disappeared, but it became a part of him, a reminder of the fleeting nature of life. One day, while scrolling through fan messages, he saw a familiar name. "Hi, Jungwon. It's Y/N. I just wanted to let you know that your words during the broadcast meant a lot to me. I'm still here, supporting you from afar." His heart skipped a beat as he read the message. They were still out there, still supporting him. It wasn’t the reunion he had dreamed of, but it was enough. It was a sign that their connection, however brief, was real. "Thank you, Y/N," he thought, a smile spreading across his face. "Thank you for being my what-if." And with that, Jungwon felt a sense of closure. The future was uncertain, but he knew that some bonds, however brief, were meant to last a lifetime.

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If you liked my story, reblogging, liking and adding comments are greatly appreciated! thank u!

©hazelira, all work is written by me, do not copy or repost.

[behaein]

hi, everyone! it’s just me (chaerin’s mun) back with a second muse! i wanted to bring in someone different, so unlike chaerin, haein’s a lot more spunkier and goofier! she’s got that firecracker energy, and she actually wants to be an idol as well. i have her profile page up, but anything else you need to know about her will be in this intro post. as always, please do like this post to plot or come bother me with all your thoughts and ideas!

before i begin, i’ll say that haein goes by both hailey and haein! it depends on whichever language you begin to speak with her. nevertheless, she doesn’t mind either one!

her background first: hailey haein oh was born in seattle, washington to an engineering professor and a chef! has an older and younger brother. all in all, let’s just say that hailey was the only one to not win the academic lottery! she was not as smart as her parents or older brother, and it became pretty evident that she’ll never be on their level! not to say that she got like d’s and f’s, but she wasn’t going to graduate in the top 5% yknow

her parents didn’t care too much though, and they continued to support her in trying to find something she’d like. has gone through gymnastics, was a cheerleader in junior high and high school (or at least as much as she attended), so she’s always been an active dancer! 

when she’s in high school, a casting manager from a npc company in korea picks her up and asks if she’ll like to audition. she does and they offer her a spot as a trainee. parents are glad she’s found something she can do and shift her off to korea! 

when she was training, she lived at a dorm with the other trainees, but her legal guardian was always her maternal aunt! a run-down of maternal aunt: always wanted to be a musician but her parents said no, so she became a pharmacist instead. however, she’s still super passionate about music so her and haein went along great

right before the group is supposed to debut, about three girls get cut from the lineup with one of them being haein. it’s kind of a shocker for her because she’s had a pretty easy life until then. plus, she moved all the way to korea, dropped out of high school (she found it difficult to juggle that and training together) and got her ged instead so like... what now? 

that all happened within the last three months, so now she’s been working as a part-timer at cgv, the movie theater, and she also does some english tutoring at the side. she thought about moving back to america, but her aunt convinces her to continue pursuing her dream!! dropped out of high school anyway so what’s she going to do back in america?

hailey agrees so here she is!! trying to debut somehow!! 

so timeline with years to break it down: 2002 (born) -> gets casted and moves to korea summer of 2020 -> trains until september 2022 where she gets cut from the debut lineup -> and then current day where she lives with her aunt and works part time jobs

personality: she’s super extroverted and goofy! simply just wants to live a good life, kind of lives the yolo lifestyle. up for being friends with anybody as long as they make her laugh. she sort of gets affected by the people around her and act the way they do when she’s around them! haein’s like slime, she can sort of melt into any situation and personality as long as it means getting along with those around her because she finds fun in socializing with people. you can catch her just sitting at cafes on her own, people watching because she thinks that’s interesting

possible plot ideas: people she tutors in english, those she meets at dance classes because she’s taking them to not forget how to move, those she meet at like a korean american community thing within korea, someone who likes seeing movies so they always see her at cgv and you share movie recs with one another, you can talk kpop with her because she loves her groups (esp girl groups) and anything else!! i’m open to everything, and haein’s a super flexible muse so!

[burnedbyshoto]

quirk mastery

— In which Mirio gets his quirk back and he’s desperate to show you just how well he’s remastered permeation.

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pairing: togata mirio x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, cursing, pwp-ish, semi-public sex, clothed sex, anal, size difference, finger sucking, fingering

word count: 4,021

a/n: day three of kinktober and here we be!!! this was based on the concept of mirio being the perfect candidate for have clothed penetrative sex LMAOOO. make sure to comment (even if its a simple emoji) on any fics you like, authors super appreciate it.

main kink: anal

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To be quite honest, you never thought Mirio was going to get his quirk back.

You remember when it happened in high school.

The cold fall morning as you had woken up earlier than usual for a school day, deciding that maybe you should get a cup of tea given that it had been cold and something just felt off.

Nearly three years ago, when you had arrived through the doors of UA as a hero student, you had taken your seat in class 1-B, and almost immediately, your class became your family. Everyone was so talented, lively, and brimming with their own excitement of being here, but one person always just seemed to be brighter than the rest.

His smile captivated the first moment he looked at you, his blue eyes so precise and accurate you knew immediately he was someone to trust. 

His name was Togata Mirio, and true to his sunshine hair, his own sunshine personality allowed the entire class to address him by his first name within hours of meeting him. It was no surprise that you felt your heart skip a beat when he placed a strong arm around your shoulder later in the year because you had fallen for your classmate.

As a third-year, you still harbored deep feelings for your classmate and now best friend. But you knew better than to enact on them at the moment. You were busy with your hero work, and his latest work-study with the former All Might’s sidekick kept him busy nearly every day.

He would still be there once you graduated, you always liked to remind yourself. But as energetic as Mirio was, he definitely was not an early riser. So it shocked you that as you reached the dorm's kitchen area, he was standing there quiet and fully dressed in his school uniform. His eyes were concentrated on his phone, and his face was serious, for a moment, the off feeling you had seemed to make sense as you stared at his solemn face.

“Mirio?” you had called out, suddenly feeling a bit underdressed in your pajamas, and you held onto your elbow as you stared at your flirt of a classmate. “You okay? We still have an hour and a half before classes start.”

It seemed that he had not even heard you enter the room based on how he startled just the bit before turning his gaze towards you. 

Blue eyes murky with regret and guilt. You hated that they weren't clear, and you always hoped they would be cleared soon.

“I’ve got my work-study today,” Mirio answers with a soft smile that doesn’t clear his eyes. “Something came up, so I'll be gone for the morning. We’ll probably be back before classes end today.”

You nod your head, already knowing who belonged within that we.

“Are you doing okay? You’ve been looking a bit… uh, worse for wear, and I don’t want you getting hurt because you’re distracted by other things,” you admit, venturing further into the kitchen so that you leaned against the opposite side of the counter of where Mirio stood. 

The smile on his face grows just a bit, a small spark dazzling in his clear blue eyes before he shakes his head good-naturally.

“You admitting you care about me?”

“Have I ever denied it?”

Mirio laughs softly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck before a heavy sigh passes his lips, “I guess not.”

You keep the frown off your face at those words, his inability to flirt back slightly concerning, but you stop before you can frown. By the front door of the dorms is none other than Tamaki and Nejire from class 1-A, two other close friends of yours, and equally involved in this case of theirs that they all refuse to tell you about. Guess that’s what happens when you join Edgeshot’s agency.

Mirio follows your gaze and motions to your friends that he’ll be joining them in just a moment before he turns back to you.

“Well, looks like it’s time,” Mirio speaks with finality, his shoulders as stiff as his smile, and your heart aches just the slightest bit.

“Be careful, Mirio,” you say firmly, your eyes locked on his that have become emotionless. That pit in your stomach is unignorable as you speak up on your concerns. “I know you’re strong, but please be careful.”

Mirio stills for a moment before he nods, and he walks around the counter. His arms stretching out, pulling you into a tight hug that you more than willingly return. It seems like the two of you stand there hugging each other for centuries before Mirio makes a soft noise in an unwilling attempt to tell you to let go.

“I know, I know,” you sigh, pulling away, your eyes meeting his for the millionth time. “You’ve To-gata go now.”

And for the first time in weeks, his blue eyes clear up, and a proper genuine laugh breaks through his lips as he shakes his head, already walking away. 

“You’re pretty amazing, y/n-chan!” he shouts as he opens the front door, and you can hear Nejire calling her hellos to you. “I’ll be back before you can even blink!”

“You better!” you call out, waving at your three friends who bunch up and walk off.

As you watch their retreating backs, the pit in your stomach remains as you whisper softly: please.

It’s within twenty-four hours that you find out the case they were working, and you feel sick when Mirio doesn’t return, confirming to you that he was the one to have lost his quirk that day. When Mirio returns two days later, it’s not with good news as he admits to you that he’ll be leaving UA now that his quirk is gone.

His eyes are clear again, not at all like he was two days ago as the two of you seem to only be talking to one another within the crowd of both class 3-A and 3-B. It’s later once everyone is gone that he admits that a young girl who was responsible for his quirks erasure could potentially bring it back, but it’s unknown at the moment.

You remember holding his cheeks and promised him that even if it doesn’t come back, he would always be a hero who, in the end, did what he set out to do, saving a million people. It was almost shocking to you as you watched for the first time since his teacher died in front of him, Mirio crying yet again, his face buried into the crook of your neck.

But that was five years ago.

Five long years of being a Pro Hero in a society that no longer looked the same.

Three years of finally being able to call Mirio your boyfriend.

One year of organizing the current hero gala, the two of you are attending right now.

One month of Mirio finally regaining his quirk.

In a heavily watched attempt, Eri-chan, who had been able to figure out a way to train her quirk. It was all due to the help of a young yet brilliant support engineer, Hatsumi Mei, without having to interact with real soul-having things. It took almost ten hours, but the young girl was both resilient and determined as you watched as she sat with her fingers pressed to Mirio’s cheeks and a warm yellow glow surrounded her. 

The shriek that ripped through you when Mirio suddenly fell through the floor, your initial fear of Eri completely rewinding him from existence flaring in your chest, and undoubtedly hers as she gasped in horror. You watched his clothes dropping from where he once sat, and then you could hear the familiar, distant sound of Mirio being rejected by matter, and you bolted at Eri. It was a frantic team effort response to make sure Eri would not see him in his naked glory when he resurfaced, and that memory still sent you in a round of uproarious laughter.

But a Heroes Gala was something that was occurring recently, and it wasn’t quite what it had once been before. Pro Heroes were not recognized within these events; instead, the common man was, and more importantly, helping those deemed as outcasts within society. With the reign of AFO gone, and the destruction of what the heroism did to society, it had been a weird shift in energy, but a needed one.

Pro Heroes Deku and Ground Zero being the trailblazers on that front, pushing to look at the reasons the world deemed villains as so, and doing their best to fix it at the source. 

It definitely wasn’t perfect, far from it actually, but these galas helped to keep energies high on many different fronts.

Speaking of high energy, if your face was able to emit heat energy similar to that of a sun, right now, you would be a supernova.

Located in some hallway in the back of the event, you sat on a marble table. Your legs somehow wrapped around Mirio’s waist, arms thrown around his neck, pressing his gliding lips even closer to you as he enthusiastically, carefully, and completely dominated your lips. To the rest of the world, it just seemed like the two of you were simply indulging into your horny twenty-three-year-old needs. There was nothing conspicuous about what you both were doing, not if your clothed states had anything to say about it.

But that was just the thing.

Like a wolf in sheep's clothing, the large, voluminous skirt of your evening gown easily covered Mirio’s powerful, thrusting hips, blanketing his ulterior motives with fabric from the rare eye that managed to come and look at the both of you.

Maybe if they had x-ray vision, they would know the truth; they could see it too.

For not even five minutes ago, you had teasingly whispered just how hot Mirio looked in his get-up. Your teeth nibbling on his earlobe about how excited you were that when you two would inevitably get home, his clothes would be gone in a matter of seconds. It seemed that your boyfriend wanted to jump the gun and just show you what both of you had been missing these past three years.

You could barely keep up with his quick, long strides. Your heels caught onto the length of your gown multiple times until he had brought you into this hallway and picked you up without so much of a grunt and planted your bottom on the exceptionally sturdy table. It still hadn’t hit you just what he had intended to do when his lips crashed against yours, and the world exploded into white static as he kissed you, consuming your mouth with every fiber of his being.

A gentle moan left your mouth when his tongue entered your mouth, but the prominent, hard bulge pressing between you and the many, many layers of fabric made you yelp. You pulled away from his lips, your eyes, wide, impossibly frantic.

“Togata Mirio!” you hissed in shock, your hand slapping across your mouth as you simply stared at your lover who was smiling at you brightly.

The smile and the clear blue of his eyes let nothing indicate just how fucking hard he was and how much he craved your cunt around his cock just as you had teased him about earlier. 

“What is it, sunflower?” Mirio asks, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face. Your spine stiffens up as he leans in close, his mouth pressing against yours for a small, seemingly chaste kiss before he presses the corner of his mouth to your ear. “I think I’m having some issues with my quirk control, and I think this is the perfect way to practice the uh… fine-tuning of my quirk. Right?”

“Mirio…” you warn as he softly begins to grind against you, his large hand shifting from your shoulder blades down to your lower back. The pressure of his hand provided such numbing heat to blaze through your core, and it only added to the feeling of his cock against your slowly seeping cunt.

“Dontcha want to help me practice?” Mirio asks, his teeth biting onto your earlobe, and a wanton moan reverberates from your chest at the feeling. “Help me master my quirk again?”

You’re not sure what makes you cave, what makes you say fuck it under your breathe. It could have been the heat of his breath on your ear, the way he kissed down your jaw, the clear blue of his eyes glazing over darkly with lust, and maybe it was the way you could manage to feel his cock through the miles of fabric between the two of you. It didn’t matter now anyway, it couldn’t because you turned towards his face, your lips desperately seeking his, and thankfully Mirio met you there immediately.

Hot desperate mouths clashing together, tongues meeting in the middle, and you could feel his hands shoving you towards him until there was no space between your meeting hips if you ignored the dress and his pants. 

Your hazed over mind chanted to be ready for anything, to be prepared for the feeling of his cock against your already soaked cunt, and to not be surprised. Nevertheless, when you felt the hot, heavy, and stupidly thick head of Mirio’s cock pressing between your desperately needy folds, going against all of your brain's logic of how this shouldn’t be possible with your panties still on. 

“M-Mirio!” you cried, head knocked back at the feeling of his cock pressing through your tight, clenching hole. His cock thick, veiny, and hot, even in your inner walls as he kisses you. You couldn’t focus on him, your mouth agape and lax, his lips pressing against your teeth, tongue curling on the roof of your tongue, and you wantonly moaned as he shifted outwards and slammed right back into you.

For the past three minutes, the two of you had begun this desperate, needy, over your clothes public fuck. Your hands feeling so small, pressed onto his back. Your mouth biting into his neck as he slammed into you over and over again. 

The heat in your stomach was throbbing, the soft thrumming of your orgasm about to tip as Mirio claimed you like this.

“So cute like this, baby,” he laughed as if his cock wasn’t stretching you out despite all your clothes still being on. You felt his cock head press up against your cervix, and a loud pathetic whine stumbled out of your lips. “Did you like that? Finally, got to that little spot you like despite this angle?”

He hit it again, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, all noises that so desperately wanted to be heard getting cut off. 

“Look at you! You’re so cute like this, sunflower! You can’t even look at me, and you’re babbling! I think I’m doing great… job… at this, fuck, quirk control…”

Your eyes flutter shut, a gasping, needy breath expelling into his mouth as he kisses you greedily, and the heat grows exponentially when his hand permeates through your dress to pinch and pull at your clit. You’re so close, so deliriously near that, you begin to seize up, your walls fluttering with the actions that you know mean that you’re about to nosedive off a cliff into orgasmic bliss.

But there were always issues with having sex in public with a man who could not shut up.

“Togata-senpai, Y/l/n-senpai!” A voice yells at the two of you. Even with the thrumming warmth of your pre-orgasm, the voice washes coldly over you. Rippling the start of orgasmic bliss right from beneath your feet as you snap your head away from Mirio.

A loud, choked gasp escapes you when for a split second, his cock disappears from your clenching, denied cunt in an experience you could not begin to explain.

“Iida-kun!” Mirio exclaimed jovially as if the two of you weren’t at all fucking moments before, but as he did so, he seemed to deactivate his quirk on his cock.

“What are the two of you doing here! It is quite preposterous for the two of you to be… canoodling within the gala when we are all awaiting your presence!” Iida exclaims, his hands cutting and chopping at the air as he seems to frown at the both of you.

But you were busy with other thoughts.

With his cock completely solid back inside of you, tears were leaking from your eyes as white, hot pain erupted in your stomach and curled all the way down into your toes.

Mirio returned his cock into your ass, and the lack of any warning due to his quirk nearly had you throwing up in this new sensation. Your fingers curled roughly into Mirio’s shoulders, your ragged breathing “I’m-in-so-much-pain” breathes alerting both of the men before you who turned their attention to you.

“Are you okay, sunflower?” Mirio asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he brushed a tear that managed to streak down your cheek. “What’s going on?”

“Yes, what is going on? What can I get for you, Y/l/n-senpai?”

“It h-hurts!” you cry, eyes locking onto Mirio’s, who seemed to gather just what was going on as his eyes grow with worry and also knowing actions. 

He shifted slightly, and his cock that was already so big moved within your ass, and you balked. You leaned forward onto Mirio’s chest, feeling absolutely dwarfed by your boyfriend as you held onto him with trembling arms and soft groans of pain and growing, intense pleasure.

“Ah, Iida-kun, would you mind if you could possibly give us some room? I promise we’ll join the gala in less than ten minutes?”

You can’t even see Iida’s reaction given that your eyes are leaking with your tears and the fact that you can’t even raise your head to look at your old younger-classmen. 

“Of course, I’ll leave y/l/n-senpai to you, but if anything happens, please come and get me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you!”

Your sniffling doesn’t seem to stop as Iida’s loud footsteps confirms his exit, but Mirio’s mouth is by your ear again, his hips taking a tentative, shallow thrust that sends you whining like a bitch in heat. Anal was something that Mirio loved to do. He always confessed to you each and every time as his cock would line up to your muscled rim that there was just something indescribably hot about you taking his cock that way.

Mirio was a big dude with a bigger cock, and you usually could, in fact, handle — thoroughly enjoy —  anal with the proper steps to lead into it, but this was a cock appearing in your ass without warning or knowing of it happening. You could feel your tears streaming down your neck, but bubbling moans of pleasure had already started again. The pain of the surprise was already wearing off by the time Iida had disappeared, and Mirio was once again shifting his hips for your best pleasure.

“God, I can’t believe you took my cock in your ass that calmly,” Mirio whispers in pure admiration, his hips taking longer, deeper strokes into you. “That was so fucking hot, I’m sorry I lost control like that.”

“S-Shut up…” you gasped, hands fisting into his coat as you tried to ride out the waves of pain instead. “Fuck m-me already.”

The laugh that seems to grow right from Mirio’s stomach makes your skin crawl as he nods his head, his hands grabbing your chin to stir you into a kiss as he begins to thrust into your asshole with much more daring conviction.

“I always forget how much you like this!” he sighs against your lips. “Always so ready for my cock no matter where it is.”

You whimper loudly, teeth burying into your lower lip, the slick from your cunt slowly gliding down to his cock, allowing for partial lubing. 

In and out, he moves, his hips moving faster than a manageable speed. Even without him being a hero, Mirio had kept himself in pique condition, and moments like this proved it. His fast rutting and delirious power into every slam of his cock into your ass was commanding and revolutionary. Your eyes welled with tears at the constipated feeling in your asshole, your mouth pressing back into his neck, sobbing his name. His fingers dive down and permeate through your dress and panties, and you swear you’re drooling when his calloused, hot fingers tweak and pull at your clit, savagely teasing it. 

Mirio laughs softly at the way you’re trying to hide your cries of pleasure. How you’re burying your head into his shoulder, teeth biting into his clothed skin. His thrusting movements became quicker, harder, and more consistent until a familiar sensation of his balls slapping your skin burned your mind. 

He was—

Holy shit—

He was making sure you could feel his once concealed balls against your skin and the warbled, shameless scream that he interrupted by shoving his fingers in your mouth.

“More,” you beg around his fingers, staring straight up at him. Your saliva coating his fingers, lips sucking around his fingers in hopes that he’ll heed your command. “Fuck my asshole harder.”

Mirio merely groans the pinch on your clit, making your hips buck awkwardly and pathetically against his cock and balls because of the table. And he began to barbarically slam into you so that the soft thudding of the counter hitting the wall shudders down your spine. 

Your body shifts with his every movement, the counter rocking with the force, your slick pouring from your cunt, and he let go of your tongue. In your crazed state, you sob at the loss of contact, but his hand that had been playing and teasing your clit shifts so that his thumb resides on your clit, and three of his fingers curl into your throbbing, orgasm denied cunt. The force alone nearly sends your eyes flying open, your vision still blurred with tears when his fingers drag against your puffy walls that you knew would let you squirt if he manipulated it just enough.

His fingers work at double the speed of which his hips slam into you. His fingers pushing the limits of your heat radiating walls, dragging them deliciously against your clenching heat. Then there was his cock, and at times the thin walls that separated his fingers and his cock brushed together, sending you into a new frenzy while you sobbed his name.

Begging for more, pleading to make you come.

“You needa come, sunflower?” Mirio huffs, his sweaty forehead pressing against yours, and you moaned loudly, knowing that he was also close. “Then come for me. Come against my cock and my fingers!”

“I-It feels so fucking good, so good baby,” you garble. Your jaw is unable to move for its slack against his shoulder. Your cooes only adding to the electrifying pleasure singing through your nerves, and with a loud squelch from your pussy, you come hard against his fingers, your ass instinctively tightening up at well.

You could feel the more foreign sensation of wet heat fill your ass as Mirio collapses against you, his heart hammering in his chest as the two of you just sit there. Your hands shifting to thread into his soft, fluffy hair as his limp cock disappears from within you, and you groan at the loss of feeling.

“Gross…” you mumble as Mirio stands straight up again after some time.

“Wha—”

“You came in my ass,” you sigh, although not at all displeased with it.

“Oh, sorry! I got a bit overexcited!”

It takes an additional three minutes for you to be willing to move to return to the event, but as you do, Mirio has an arm around your waist, readying to keep you upright all night if needed.

“Ne, Mirio?” you call as the both of you return to the main stage.

“Hm?”

“I think you’ve pretty much mastered your quirk again!”

[sakuramidnight15]

-RSA OC Information-

Character Bio

Name: Ismene Yukimura

(Japanese: 雪村イスメネ)

Romaji: Yukimura Isumene

Quote: "Oh god- Please don't scare me, I've almost dropped the iron there..!"

V/A: Yumiri Hanamori (Japanese)

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Birthday: July 5

Star Sign: Cancer

Eye Color: Light Sky

Hair Color: Light Marmalade Orange

Height: 174 cm

Race: Human

Homeland: Summerville (The second country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Unnamed Father (Unseen)-(Deceased)

Unnamed Mother-(Left the family)

Unnamed Uncle

Unnamed Aunt-(Unseen)

Elvis Reynard (Cousin)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Tenkiangelus

School Year: Third

Class: 3-B

Student no. 13

Occupation: Student

Dorm's Equipment Repair-girl

Well-trained Engineer

Medicine Maker

Club: N/A

Best Subject: Mathematics, History, Flying, and Potions

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous (Mostly her right hand)

Favorite Color: Dark Grey, Light Orange, and Black

Favorite Food: Spicy Fried Food (Mostly Meat), Pizza with Hot sauce (Any Flavor but no pineapple), Dark Chocolate Desserts, and Milk Tea (Cake Flavor),

Least Favorite Food: Bittersweets, Pineapple (Allergic to it), White Chocolate Desserts, and Tasteless Food,

Likes: Hard-working efforts, Freedom (Mostly), Engineering, Inventing new Ideas, Taking a Break, Quiet Places, Getting New Ideas, Anime and Manga (Mostly- but in secret), Trying out her new invention, Taking a bit of a break, Castiel (Slight Crush),

Dislikes: Chaos (Mostly- from the brothers or the others), Castiel giving her a hard time, Getting Bothered, Vendetta's Endless Teasing, The past (Mostly not bothered by it), Getting Serious Demands from Others, Greed and Power (Mostly), Anyone mentioning about her mother (Mostly),

Hobbies: Inventing new things for the dorm (Mostly), Engineering (Mostly), Counting the Collected funds she earned, Comic book reading (Mostly on anime and super heroes in secret), Sketching Ideas, Math Solution making, Making Medicine, Being Resourceful,

Talents: High-Level Magic, Creativity, Technologist Thinking, Physical Self-defense, Weaponry, Gun-shooting, Slight Gymnastics, Flexibility, Iron Strength, Increased Image, Speaking Valid Statements,

Nicknames: Issy or Ismen (From her family and friends)

Ismene-senpai or Yukimura-senpai (From the freshmen students)

Issie (From Vendetta, Rainier, and Eliot)

Isa (From Hei-Ran and Xander)

Geek Girl or Nerd Bitch (From Castiel)

Isa or Mina (From Deangelo and Fenella)

Menia (From her dorm mates)

Other Nicknames:

N/A

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Ismene had a average but petite female body build but is a little bit slender but is covered underneath her baggy clothing of choice. She has long and straight light orange marmalade colored hair which she ties it up various times but her front bangs covers her eyes but can see through it just fine. Underneath those bangs, she has light sky colored eyes which no one ever saw them. Ismene is one of the human dorm members in the dorm, she's a little shy but tends to be rather a klutz but is also a mature young lady.

Personality: Born as an only child in the richest streets within the country of Summerville in the Island of Enchantment, she never had a good childhood after her unseen father had passed away in an accident after being born through her mother who became a single parent in the aftermath after the death of her father. Needless to say, she never liked her mother and her demands about her life and also including her wealth and power, as a child she often avoids her but is often pushed around.

Once she had reached to age ten, she started to being rebellious through rather of impulse against her whatever it was possible to be free from her own through of whatever her mother could think of at whatever means to gain more influence to the public eye, in additional facts she started stating the fact that she hates being someone living up to their expectations, of course this led between them fighting which led to have unpleasant evenings between them. Through one night after another argument, she found and met her uncle and cousin who had learned what was going on between them until he asked her if she wanted to leave with him, without any hesitation Ismene agreed and so left without her mother knowing it.

After escaping with him towards the city streets away from her tall building that she called 'home' and living to know of independence, she then learned about her love for learning about engineering and making inventories in the aftermath a week later while hiding away from her mother's sight, till then her uncle had decide to adopt her in secret and so on, Ismene had started to live happily as she grew older.

The current Ismene we're now seeing in the current timeline is now rather a little bit shy kind of girl towards others and can be rather clumsy a bit. She holds rather any typical nerd type of vibe thanks to what she wears throughout the day. She can be somewhat of a klutz though, despite some of the hardships she had to go through but she is also mature with her manners and also polite to the people she speaks to. Though many students finds her approachable, the thing is she rather avoid being in the center of notice and would go to secluded areas away from public eyes, she's seen by various of the scouted rift students that she'd often talks to aside from the angels within her dorm.

And of course through her adjustments of adaption of the school itself, she's also a little friendly and also would agree to some assistance as well if you get close to her in the end of the aftermath. And surely you'll might handle her otaku and mechanical loving side, which they looked rebellious and mostly inspiring throughout her works. And only if she has the courage to admit that to you which it takes rather time, so she needs some patience as well. In advanced, she can be much of a smartie according from Castiel, well mostly in math and medicals.

Despite her being a mechanical nerd, she seems rather distance and silent thanks to her arguments with her mother in the past before running away with her uncle. Surely you can't blame that but she still has it whenever when it comes to trusting someone. Ismene knows not to take others seriously which caused her to be distancing with it also adds quite the silent treatment as well, but as seeing her being implusive yet sometimes agressive and her personality switched is a whole another level which is why Ismene takes the note of being avoided but if things went under out of hand, she'll raise her head to shut things down.

This is girl knows how to handle things in the dorm and her life settlement after everything she'll be leaving behind the closed doors, just don't give her a hard time okay?

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Trivia

-The name 'Ismene' is girl's name of Greek origin meaning "knowledgeable". While her surname 'Yukimura' (幸村, 行村, 雪村, Yukimura lit. "snow town", "snow village") is a Japanese family and given name.

-She's based on Brief in the series but her personality is a little similar to the show but a little girly-like but more tomboyish.

-Tends to be very busy whenever she's working within the dorm but ca be distracted sometimes so she'll get startled easily.

-Hei-Ran and Xander sometimes offer her assistance whenever they are chatting together when it comes to ideas.

-Is a victim to Vendetta's endless teasing, so sometimes she get annoyed a few times.

-She and Rainier often rants over when it comes to creativity after imaging it.

-Sometimes she and Elliot would make bets througg card games but she'd mostly win than lose.

-She has a slight crush on Castiel. But given he's a little bossy towards her whenever she's around, Ismene doesn't mind it but finds the two brothers interesting.

-She seems to know about the half-myths since she lived in the Island of the Enchantment. Also that involves that she knows about Westyn and his group and including the conflict in the past.

-She's often seen with Fenella throughout the school campus. it appears that the two girls are in good terms. Fenella often helps her with dorm duties, it appears that Fenella is also teaching Ismene some slight and light gymnastics to help her to be flexible.

-Is a but yet definitely afraid of the demons Höllejigoku dorm thanks to the rivalry, so she's definitely backing out eventually.

-As mentioned from her personality, she never liked her old life of being rich and powerful and is often being pulled throughout for the rest of her childhood, including her mother who happened to be well-known to the public and but can get involved to scandalous acts within venomous rumours. She started to be rebellious in a implusive against to her but has resulted Ismene to endure her mother's emotionally and a near-attempt physical abuse, that is till she ran away with her uncle and cousin to start her new life as a normal person.

-She seems to change her mood whenever her mother is mentioned through a conversation, as a results she loathes and pitied her mother, as a result of an never-ending resentment.

-Her voice sounds pretty meek and quiet but the tones changes whenever she wanted to rebellious against someone. Which is why I chose Yumiri Hanamori to be her voice actor.

-Is well organized throughout her work since she's an engineer in quite a age.

-Often plays chess with Keisuke, both are fair opponents.

-A math collecting solution maker.

-Knows how to make medicine due to uncle having a staged illness but after gaining the though knowledge, she managed to cure him in the aftermath which led to Ismene getting adopted.

-Knows all about the SIDC company and their employees.

-No one knows what her face looks like since her eyes are covered from her bangs, including her dorm. But Fenella would know that she's pretty which Ismene isn't aware of.

-Definitely gets a slight stomach pain if she drinks too much.

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FINALLY- COMPLETED- *collapses*

[faulty-writes]

What would Shoto, Tenya, and Mirio do if the reader was trying to break up with them because of the belief that she isn't good enough for them? Shoto is a Todoroki and comes from a rich family, Tenya does too and has a heroic legacy, and Mirio is the top student at U.A. and is the closest to becoming number one even amongst the pros. Compared to all that, the reader feels like nothing next to them, a tiny pebble next to a big, brilliant diamond. Ever since reader started thinking about that, it's almost impossible to be happy with them anymore with the feeling that she's taking him away from someone that actually deserves them. Of course, the boy doesn't want to break up, especially over something like that, and will fight that decision from the reader to the very end, refusing to accept it. But how would each one try to get through to the reader that they're supposed to be together?

Starting off this list is our favorite Todoroki baby, Shouto. Given how blunt and straightforward he is, I think he’d tell his significant other that he doesn’t see his lineage or financial status as important. After all, this is the boy that was the son of the number two hero in Japan and yet he decided to defy the odds and claim he doesn’t want to be the type of hero his father is. In that same sense, we could argue that he doesn’t want to be the same type of partner his father is either. He would never emotionally abuse or physically hurt his partner in any way. No, he wants to cherish them. Prove to them how much they mean to them and give of himself even if he has very little idea on how to do that. But he does know that his special someone means something to him. While he knows logically he can live without them the need to want them in his future is apparent. I picture him confessing all this to his significant other and try to convince them that if one were to strip him of everything he was born with, including his name and lineage. He’s just a human being and one who finds his home in his significant other. He’d use his words rather than actions as his words are the strongest aspect of his character, proving his words through his actions is something he’s still learning to do. 

Then here comes our engine boy, my personal favorite baby apart from Fuyumi. Similar to Shouto, Tenya mostly speaks through his words but he’s also very self-disciplined in the fact he will prove himself through his actions. Just as his desire to be a hero, being a good and supportive partner will be something he takes as a challenge. I think he’d ask them why they feel the way they do and if there was anything he did to cause it, if there is any way he can convince them to change their mind or paranoid thoughts. He’d tell them that they are being silly and that he doesn’t care where one comes from, be them rich or poor. It’s one’s sense of character and heart that wins Tenya over. I picture him going over the top, doing things like declaring his love for them in public and speaking so boldly about them in front of his family especially if the reader is afraid that all his family sees is dollar signs. No, he’ll bring his love to the Iida Estate and proudly introduce them and speak his affection for them in front of his parents and brother. Then he would state that he does not care if they favor the one he loves as he would never be convinced to leave them. Effectively Tenya would put their fears to rest all at once. 

Back to our sunshine boy who's almost always involved in these asks. Haha. Let’s see...honestly, while Mirio is very honest. He’d not very good at being stern if you aren’t a villain and he’s been proven to be a tad emotional and guilt can weigh him down like nobody’s business. So I can imagine him getting downright sad when they say they want to break up with him because in his eyes they are his whole world, nothing would ever shake his feelings for them. He’d never fall out of love and even if he did, they would be forever in his heart. He would never forget them. He’d get mopey and begin to question if he’s the one that did something wrong, he’d go to his friends Tamaki and Nejire to ask for their opinion but in the end. This is a problem he wants to solve on his own, more than anything he’s determined to save people and that especially includes the people he loves. So he’d set out to do whatever he could to prove he won’t allow them to leave. He’d go as far as to wait for them in their dorm room, shower them with gifts and love letters and try his damn best to convince them he’d even give up being a hero if they told him to. Show how much more important they are to him than his dreams because they are the biggest dream he has. 

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Idia Shroud・Voice Lines

Additional Voice Lines

Star Send-Off Garments event card

Scary Dress event card

School Uniform - R

Unlock Card “I want to live quietly, in private, without anyone ever noticing me...”

Groovy “Ah, my relax time keeps getting pushed back...”

Home Setting “Ahh, not feeling it...”

Home Transitions “Calling out to an antisocial like me with that uniform on and a smile on your face... Hah~ Gotta hand it to you!”

“Classes? I-I don’t go to the classrooms; I take classes using my tablet. Leave me alone.”

“Where’s Ortho? Ee! When did you get there? M-M-My little brother didn’t come back from his prowl—I mean, his walk...”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “H-Hello. Sorry, I’m really a total buzz kill. Could you just pretend I’m a worthless worm and act like I’m not here?”

Home Taps “Generally I hate talking face-to-face, but if I’m playing a BG... What, you don’t know what BG means? It stands for ‘board game’...” ¹

“Ee! Wh-What are you doing...?! D-D-Did I do something?! Am I annoying you just by breathing?!”

“...What? You can look at me like that all you want, but small talk is so insanely difficult for me; I just can’t do it...”

“Classrooms make me uncomfortable. Especially when Cater starts giving me a hard time with that outgoing aura of his ‘cause he can’t realize I’m not interested—I hate it, I hate it...”

“Nononono, I really can’t handle your energy. I’m not capable of getting all excitable like you.”

PE Uniform - R

Unlock Card “This sucks. What’s the point of getting exercise?”

Groovy “I thought of a way to get out of having to play. W-Want me to tell you...?”

Home Setting “This is so hard...”

Home Transitions “Wait, you’re really full of energy. C-Could you take this class instead of me? I-I-It’s fine, really, no one’s gonna notice a thing!”

“I’m so done with this. I’m out of shape. Also I got some moussaka caught in my throat so I think I wanna go sit down somewhere.” ²

“I mean, anyone can do sports if they try. I could do them. I just refuse to even attempt them.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Literally the worst. Someone obliterate all classes where they make you work outside already.”

Home Taps “I’m starting to think Coach Vargas speaks an entirely different language. Maybe I’d understand him if I took Animal Lang before Flying?”

“The only one who can keep up with me during Flying is Azul, surprisingly.”

“Walking and flying are hella annoying. I’m trying to think what the specs would be to let me ride on Ortho’s back.”

“Only humans would come up with the idea of doing pointless exercise just to use up nutrients they’ve already taken in. It’s all complete BS!”

“Stop it. I really don’t have the energy for this right now. Leave me alone...”

Lab Coat - SR

Unlock Card “Shh! I’m concentrating. Stop talking to me.”

Groovy “I-I want to stay true to my curiosities...”

Home Setting “Y-Y-You have a question for me?! Please no.”

Home Transitions “Oh~? You’re struggling with the questions published in that textbook? Really? The basics of the basics?”

“Want me to help you with your work? Let me touch Grim’s fluffy fur first, then we’ll talk.”

“Every time I run into Crewel he tells me to stop slouching like a cat³ and straightens my posture for me. I can’t stand dog people. But I do like dogs.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “Everyone starts relying on me all of a sudden during moments like these. 3D people really are something...”

Home Transition (Groovy) “T-Tests and games are kind of similar. I mean like, the higher your score, the better it makes you feel...”

Home Taps “It’d make things so much easier if we could just access the library and the botanical garden from our dorms. They’re too far to get to from my room.” ⁴

“E-E-Engineering is more my field, so... i-if you have questions about chem, you should probably ask someone else...”

“I’ve invested all of my skill into Ortho. And I need to keep researching so that he doesn’t start to break down.”

“There’s actually a lot of people in the science club. ...Meanwhile the board game club is quiet and almost no one’s there, so that was my only option.”

“You really have no chill. ...You’re not that good at labs, are you? Hehe!”

Home Tap (Groovy) “If technology’s advanced enough, sometimes you can’t even distinguish it from magic... I mean, I’ve maxed out in both, though.”

Ceremony Robes - SR

Unlock Card “I hate crowded places. Leave me alone...”

Groovy “Now that the internet’s so advanced, why are we still having ceremonies offline...?”

Home Setting “It’s not going to hurt anyone if I’m not there.”

Home Transitions “‘Ignihyde students, eyes on your dorm leader!’ ...I’d die if I ever had to say that. I’m leaving as soon as I find Ortho.”

“I feel everyone staring at me... T-They’re gossiping about me, aren’t they?! I know they are!”

“Why can’t they just livestream the ceremony these days? It’s so stupid wasting all this time and energy just to have everyone in one place.”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “I-I see people everywhere I go... Ee! L-Let me take a break here.”

Home Transition (Groovy) “Why are there so many outgoing kids at a school that has such an emo name? You’re the only one I can trust, since you’re introverted like me.”

Home Taps “There’s really no point to traditions. We all need to keep updating so we can keep up with technology.”

“Widdle Wucius looks so adowabwy ugwy wike aw-ways~ With your squishy... paw pads.... ...! You saw...”

“Doesn’t it ever feel like someone’s watching you in the Mirror Chamber even when there’s no one there? ...I’m joking, hehe!”

“Ah, I’m so nervous... I’ve never been good with crowds.”

“So typical of the eager, innocent youth... Do they think I can handle this all of a sudden?!”

Home Tap (Groovy) “I’m jealous of how empty your dorm is. I wish it was just me and Ortho in a dorm and no one else...”

Birthday Celebration Outfit - SSR

This card was only obtainable during Idia’s birthday event (Dec 17 - Dec 23, 2020).

Login on Birthday “What is it? I’m busy getting my favorite characters’ birthday voice lines right now... Celebrating in real-life is reserved for family only. ...Huh? You’re here for to throw my birthday party? Y-You? Eee...! C-Could you please notify me in advance when you’re having advanced-level events like that!? I was caught off-guard and I’m unarmed!”

Unlock Card “Dozens of people celebrating for me... This is a cursed event for a shut-in...”

“Hah... I’m the birthday boy but I’m not that excited about this. Let’s cancel the party today. Okay, everyone leave~”

Groovy “Th-Thx for celebrating for me... Huh? You don’t know what that means? What about Tks? 10Q? TY!?” ⁵

Home Setting “Don’t only normies have fun wearing party clothes?”

Home Transitions “If I use my birthday as an excuse, could I make my dream of petting Sir Grim a reality? Hehe! M-Maybe I should ask...”

“Sir Azul gave me a cup as a gift, like one you’d see at fancy restaurants. Does it even match my room?”

“Sir Cater came up to me saying ‘Let’s take a birthday pic for the memories!’ Overly-friendly extroverts are scary. I want to go back to my room right now...”

Home Transition (Login Greeting) “There has to be some sort of catch if you’re actually celebrating my birthday. I-Is this a scheme to give me false hope? A sign that a depressing event is starting? Ee!”

Home Transition (Groovy) “T-Time! I can't be around this many people anymore. Take me somewhere without anyone around, now!”

Home Taps “One time, our parents got mad at Ortho and I after we took apart a game console they got me for my birthday. But I swear we were going to put it back together right after...”

“Sir Malleus’ present... The Diasomnia students were so formal when they brought it to me; I thought something was wrong...”

“Having a birthday is the same thing as losing a year of life... I can’t understand the people who get so excited about it.”

“I went shopping earlier and Sir Sam told me ‘Here’s an extra something for your birthday.’ H-He... gave me some snacks...! He’s a nice man...”

“...I-I’m sending out all these ‘leave me alone’ vibes, but you can’t read the room at all... You must not have friends, huh?”

Home Tap (Groovy) “I’m a year older—level up! I’ve overcome my social awkwardness~! ...No, I haven’t. Well, at least the party wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.”

Duo Magic Idia: Eek, Sir Floyd!? Alert: extrovert approaching... Floyd: Happy birthday, Firefly Squid.

Take His Hand “Hi... So can I go back now?”

Lv Up “Gaining lots of EXP... Heheh!”

“Leveling up is crucial.”

“Dum duh-duh-duh-duuum! ♪ Level up!”

Max Lv Up “H-Hey... I reached my max level, right? So I don’t have to work so hard anymore, right?”

Episode Lv “Sometimes you find weirdos who like to challenge themselves leveling up characters with awkward parameters. ...I’m talking about you.”

Magic Lv Up “Ahh, I could power up my magic all I want but it won’t bring me any good in real life. Hah.”

Limit Break “I-Is there something fun about paying attention to me? ...Don’t grin like that... Weirdo.”

Groovy “I’m getting pumped up! The whole universe is out there waiting for me! ...’Kay, the spark’s gone now; back to normal again...”

Lesson Select “I hate outdoor classes... I hate outdoor classes...”

“I can still study even if I don’t go to class... Why do we have to do it in person?”

“P-People have been staring for a while now. Pick already! Go!”

Lesson Start “Ee! ...There’s so many people.”

Lesson End “That’s enough class for an entire week.”

Battle Start “I’ll finish this in 1 turn.”

Battle Win “I wasn’t done grinding~”

Other

Profile Quote “I’m better suited for dark and gloomy places. So please, can you just leave me alone?”

January 2020 Trailer “Oh, so you’re the problem child I’ve heard all about. But as long as you stay away from me, I don’t care.” ⁶

Countdown Poster “The fact that you’re here in a place like this... It seems like you’ve been abandoned by the Goddess of Fate.”

Login Bonus “Getting login bonuses not just on online games but by showing up at school too kind of gives me a little motivation...”

Player Birthday Wish “Don’t you hate being wished a happy birthday by people you barely know? You get presents you don’t care about, and then you gotta react to them... Huh? It’s not like that for you? Er... Oh. Th-Th-Then... uh... h-h-h-hap-happy b-b-birthday...”

1. What, you don’t know what BG means? It stands for board game...

The abbreviation Idia uses here is “bodoge” which stands for “bodogemu.” There’s no English equivalent for the shortened “bodoge” so I went with its initials for this line.

2. I got some moussaka caught in my throat

This is a cameo from Hercules, mirroring Hades’ line: “You know, I haven't been this choked up... since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!”

3. Stop slouching like a cat

Crewel’s quote actually reads as “Fix your slouching shoulders,” here, but the word for “slouching shoulders” literally translates to “cat back” (nekoze). To make Idia’s next comments make more sense, I reworded this to include the pun.

4.  ...if we could just access the library and the botanical garden from the dorms

I took some liberties with translating this line so I’d like to leave a note for it. Literally, this line translates to “It’d be easy if the library and the dorm came to me from somewhere,” but the nuance here is “If the library and botanical garden were right here (ie. able to be accessed from my current location [my room], probably digitally), then there’d be no need to actually go to them in person, which make things easier.”

I think it’s better to make this a little clearer in English, so I rephrased it.

5. What about Tks? 10Q? TY!?

He lists various net slang terms for “thank you.” I substituted with English terms. The originals were トンクス・サンガツ・397.

6. So you’re the problem child I’ve heard all about

This is a direct line from Hercules, but it’s exclusive to the Japanese dub. The English dub’s version says “Ah! There’s the little sunspot, little snootchie.” For obvious reasons I couldn’t include the cameo as it’s said in English 😂

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BTS Reaction || You’re A Self Made Billionaire [Request]

WARNING: Yoongi’s mentions themes of sex…Just wanted to warn you :)

Seokjin:

You didn't want to go to the company dinner, you wanted to stay home with your boyfriend Jin, sitting around a table full of boring board directors wasn't your idea of a fun evening.

"Does this look okay?" Jin asked as he came into your bedroom, he was dressed in a black suit with a bow tie and you nodded at him, walking over to him and straightening the bow tie for him. He knew that you worked for a huge company and that meetings like this were important for you to attend but he didn't know you had to be so fancy for them. You were dressed in a backless, red, silk gown and looked as though you were about ready to walk the red carpet with him and he loved that.

"You look stunning tonight." He whispered as he bent down to kiss you on the lips, you blushed and smiled up at him. You didn't know if you should tell him that you were the reason for the meeting. You were the big boss but you didn't think it was important enough, it wouldn't come up during the meeting anyway. So you decided against it, telling him to leave with you now or you'll both be late for the meal.

(X)

"Ah! The beautiful Miss Y/L/N, you look like a million bucks!" The American board director said as you entered the private room,

"Which I guess should be a billion!" Everyone in the room laughed except for you and Jin who stood awkwardly in the door waiting to be seated,

"The head of the table for the head of the board." Your assistant said taking you and Jin over to the top of the table and sat you down, you smiled at her and she handed you and Jin a menu before going back to standing in the doorway.

"Head of the board?" Before you could whisper an explanation to Jin someone was clinking their glass and standing up.

"A toast, to one of the most amazing billionaires we know." You smiled at them and they all began clapping their hands and Jin joined in staring at you as you looked at the menu, wanting the night to finish.

(X)

"Were you ever going to tell me?" He asked once everyone had left the back room, he'd been off from the moment he found out and now you were worried he was going to be really pissed off at you.

"Of course, I just wanted to wait for the right time. I didn't think they would talk about it tonight." You groaned as you got up from the table, the stupid dress you were wearing getting caught on the chair leg and almost knocking you over.

"So you thought it wasn't important enough to share with me? We've been dating for eight months!" He was right, you should have told him before now but you never found the right time to do it. It was hard to bring it up into a conversation with someone.

"Jin, don't be mad...I was going to, I just didn't know how." You whispered, he relaxed a little hearing you speak so sadly, he walked over to you and titled your head up to look at him,

"I'm not mad, I'm just- Yes, I'm a little mad but I'm just upset you didn't tell me. I'm sorry, I was just blindsided." He sighed and leant against the table, you stared up into his eyes and bit down on your lip.

"Hi Kim Seokjin, I'm Min Y/N and I'm a self-made billionaire living in Korea." You said with a sarcastic smile,

"It just doesn't sound right. I feel like I'm bragging so I keep it all hidden." You groaned, he pulled you closer and laid your head on his chest, running his hands through your hair and kissing the top of your head.

"How about we go home, and just cuddle on the sofa." You nodded at him, glad he wasn't extremely mad at you for hiding something like this from him.

"Can I order food, those small portions are nothing." You groaned rubbing your stomach as it growled at you for the fifth time in a row,

"I get to decide what this time, you choose the last time." You nodded and walked out of the restaurant hand in hand with Jin.

Yoongi:

"Excuse me a minute." You said to the boys, you got up from the living room sofa and took your phone call to Yoongi's bedroom in the dorms. He smirked as he watched you walk away, he knew what you were and what you did for a living and so did everyone else. Yoongi was beyond proud of you and loved everything you did, he understood that when that phone rang you had to answer it no questions asked and he understood. Just like you understood his work, it was an unspoken thing in your relationship, it made it easier to deal with and it meant there was no silly fights about the long nights he worked or the long nights that you worked.

"What's she working on at the minute?" Jimin asked breaking Yoongi from his trance, he looked over to his bedroom door and heard you laughing excitedly.

"I think she just got a good deal for the company, they've been trying to get some author to join them I think." He said he thinks but he knew, he knew everything that was going on because he would listen to you talk about it all night if you'd let him. It was something you both did on a regular basis, he would come home from a long day to meet you in bed. You would lay on his chest as he played with your hair, you drawing invisible patterns on his skin, both of you listening to each others day and what happened with you.

"I got her!" You yelled coming out from his room and jumping onto his lap, kissing him all over the face not caring that the rest of the boys were all sitting there.

"We got her! Well, I got her. I convinced her. Who wants to go out for dinner?! My treat!" You yelled getting up from Yoongi's lap and doing his excited dance, something you'd gotten from him after spending so much time together. Jimin chuckled getting up from the floor and joining in with you, Yoongi smiling at you both as you began jumping up and down.

"I need to go and get ready at my apartment, I'll send a car for you all...Yoongi are you coming with me?" You asked, knowing he had clothes at your apartment he could change into and you could celebrate properly before going to dinner with the rest of them.

"I'm down." He practically rushed off the sofa to his feet and began walking out of the dorms with you. The other best thing about your relationship was the celebatory sex whenever you got a deal you loved or he finish a new song, album or collab. The sex was amazing and you would both leave feeling like you'd accomplished something more.

(X)

"I'm so proud of you baby." Yoongi said at the resturant table later that night, you smiled at him and he clinked your glasses together, the rest of the boys all joining in and congradulating you on the big deal.

"You're the best!" Jungkook yelled as you giggled at him, you'd brought them all dinner and dessert, you didn't mind spending your money, you always said that you had too much of it and needed a way to get rid of it sometimes. You were already donating to different charties and other companies that needed the money.

"I see you and Yoongi had a nice time getting ready." Jimin sniggered, earning a smack from Taehyung who told him to shut up, you blushed holding your hand over the hickey on your neck and sat down, sipping on your drink and getting ready to order some food. Yoongi smirked at you from across the table and you shook your head at him, you'd told him not to leave any marks but it just wasn't his style.

Hoseok:

Hoseok had asked you to pick him up from work that morning since he'd stayed over at your apartment the night before.

"Sure but can we stay at yours, I'm bored of my apartment." You moaned to him as he was walking to the front door, already late for dance practise and getting messages from the boys in the group chat.

"Fine, but you can order food for us and bring a movie." You agreed and watched him getting into the BigHit company car and being driven away. You and Hoseok had been together for a year and he knew about your lifestyle, he knew you were a billionaire and he respected it. He loved everything you did because you were passionate about it, it was a lot like him with music and dancing except yours was with expanding businesses and helping out charities. As soon as Hoseok found out that you were a billionaire a weight was lifted off his chest, normally when he dated someone he had to be careful in case they were using him for his money but with you, he didn't need to worry about that and you felt at ease because you didn't have to worry about it with him either.

(X)

You honked the horn as you waited outside the main entrance to BigHit, earning a smirk from Hoseok who was standing and talking to Namjoon in the doorway. Both of them looking up from their phones and laughing as they saw you sitting in the White Tesla waiting for Hoseok to come out and go home with you.

"Want a ride Joonie?" You asked when you rolled the window down, you opened the car doors from inside and he shook his head at you, climbing into the back and thanking you. Hoseok kissed you through the window and got into the passenger side door.

"Are we taking the rest or is it just Joon?" You questioned Hoseok, and they both shook their head. All the others had gone home in company cars.

"Okaiidokie." You said turning on the engine and pulling out of the car park and heading into roads, Namjoon asking questions about what you did at work, everything you'd already done with Hoseok when you first started dating.

"She's amazing right?" Hoseok asked as you pulled up outside Namjoon's apartment, he nodded and thanked you for the ride. You waited until he was inside his apartment before you started driving away with Hoseok, who was now resting his hand on your thigh as you drove.

"I love you." He chuckled as you pulled into his garage and parked your car next to his.

"I love you too." You whispered, leaning across the gearstick and kissing him, he smirked against your lips as you made out in your car, he would never get enough of you but he had to. He pulled away and cupped your face in his hands, pushing the hair out of your eyes and smiling at you as you smiled back at him, wanting to kiss him some more but both of you were hungry,

"I'm starving, let's get something to eat." You nodded and got out of the car, going into his apartment and ordering the food for you both.

Namjoon:

Namjoon and you had met because of your businesses. You owned a string of book shops and you were working in the one he came into one morning, asking for your recommendations and you gave them to him. Telling him you didn't have them in that one shop but you were sure you had them in another one, giving him the address and watching as he biked away from the shop. He really caught your eye because he was smart, kind and caring and he was riding a bike instead of some big car that would pollute the city, you owned multiple cars but always rode your bike because you wanted to help save the earth, something you were really passionate about. Namjoon couldn't get you out of his mind though, he always found himself going back to that shop to look for you but was always disappointed when he couldn't find you. When he eventually did he asked you out on a date, both of you going for a walk around the River Han together, talking about everything and anything that would come to mind and you told him about how you got into owning multiple bookshops and he found it fascinating that you'd gone from owning a small rundown book shop to owning multiple across South Korea and some parts of America.

(X)

"NAMJOON!" You screamed running out of your office in the house you shared with him, he looked up from his notebook. You looked like you were about to cry and he rushed to his feet.

"I did it! I have him! I have him and he's willing to meet you!" You yelled jumping up and down on the spot, the author that Namjoon had been obsessing over recently was looking for a new bookshop to sponsor and you approached him not expecting anything to come from it but now you were working with him and he was agreeing to meet Namjoon. Saying he'd heard great things about your company and Namjoon himself,

"No way!" Namjoon yelled throwing his arms around you and spinning you around the apartment, both of you now yelling and acting like total fangirls and boys.

"When? When does he want to meet us?!" You giggled as he put you down on the floor, you straightened your outfit and handed him the notepad with all of the details sitting on it.

"He wants to go for dinner on Sunday and then we'll have a board meeting with him next week." You giggled, kissing Namjoon and then dancing around the apartment, singing out lyrics and wanting to scream from the rooftops about what was happening but it was all top secret until everything was being finalised and then the press would do their work.

"You deserve this baby." Namjoon chuckled as you finally came down from your high, he stroked the hair from your face and you sighed happily, relaxing against his chest and closing your eyes.

"I don't think I would have got him without you Joonie, I love you." You giggled, kissing him on the chin and then giggling as he wiped it away dramatically.

"I love you too." He whispered, kissing your lips and picking you up.

"Dinner on me tonight." He told you,

"Only because I ordered Sushi for the last three nights." You pouted, you knew his dislike for seafood but you loved it.

"Burgers tonight!" He called out as he ran for the menu, making you giggle as he almost slipped on the hardwood floor. You watched him from the living room, wondering how you managed to get someone so amazing in your life.

Jimin:

It was supposed to be your day off yet here you were running around with your boyfriend Jimin, hoping he wouldn't start asking questions about what you were doing. You hadn't found the right moment to explain to him that you were a billionaire and as more time passed in your relationship it was getting harder and harder to just mention it. It felt like something you should have told him when you first started dating, but you never knew how to tell him. It was hard.

"Y/n!" One of the shop workers yelled as you walked through the door, Jimin standing behind you on his phone. You told it would be ten minute thing and you would be back to your date.

"Yeah, what's wrong?!" You asked walking through the building, Jimin stood on the shop floor and waited for you by the till, meanwhile the shop workers all began to rush around and start speaking in hushed tones. Jimin was confused when one of them came over to him and asked if he wanted to sit in your office.

"Office?" The assistant nodded and took him to the back room, inside you were sitting at the desk, a phone pressed to your ear as you stressfully wrote on a pad of paper, a shaking woman standing beside you as you turned red in the face.

"I'll get you a drink sir," The same assistant said leaving the room and Jimin stared at you, you hadn't noticed him in the room. You were too busy trying not to yell down the phone at someone for being so stupid,

"Whatever. I want it done and I want it done now, I shouldn't have to come in on my day off because your men don't know how to deal with strong women!" You finally yelled, hanging up the phone and standing up to comfort the shaking woman beside you. You dragged her into a hug and Jimin watched as you rubbed her back, shaking your head and pulling back to look at her.

"You okay?" She nodded and then sat down in the chair you'd been sitting in.

"Jimin?!" You questioned, his eyes were wide as he stared at you. Confussed by everything happening around you,

"Miss Y/L/N, I brought him in because the shop front was going to open. I hope that's okay." You nodded and asked everyone to leave so you could explain the situation to Jimin.

(X)

"You hid the fact that you were a billionaire from me for nine months..." You nodded, sitting across from him on the sofa as you both drank the coffee your assistant had brought you.

"You're not mad at me are you? I didn't want you to see the workaholic side of me but I guess it's too late now." You laughed softly referring back to the phone call with the incompitant workers that you'd hired.

"No, I think it's awesome. At least now I know where you got the Porchse from and it explains your huge apartment." He laughed shaking his head at you and then looking at the door, someone was lightly knocking on it.

"Come in." You called out, the door pushed open and you smiled at the shy worker from behind.

"It's done, they send their appologies and hope you have a nice night." She handed you an enevlope before leaving, you opened it to see an invitation to one of the hardest to get into resturants in Seoul.

"Fuck. Even I can't get in there!" Jimin said looking at the paper in front of you and smiling,

"Dinner on me tonight?" You giggled looking up to see his shocked expression and he nodded.

Taehyung:

Taehyung was taking you out for a lunch date, you were spending the day together since he had at the week off from work,

"I just have to stop by work and then I'm all yours." You told Taehyung as you drove in the direction of your company building, hoping no one would make a big deal about you being inside of the building for the first time in two weeks. You and Tae had been dating for around six months and you still hadn't told him you were a billionaire and owned multiple companies, you didn't like to make it well known. Thinking people would use you for money but you knew Tae wasn't like that since he was an Idol he was probably thinking the same thing whenever he met someone new.

"That's fine, you have to do what your boss says right." He said with a small chuckle as you pulled up outside the huge 20 stories high building,

"Good morning Miss Y/L/N," The valet said as you handed him the car to your black Audi TT and smiled at him, walking through the double doors with Tae. The first thing Taehyung noticed was how everyone in the lobby fell into silence when you walked through, greeting you with pleasant smiles and then staring down at the floor until you passed them.

"What's their problem?" Tae asked as you stepped into one of the main elevators, pushing the top floor button and waiting. A small man wearing a black suit came running in holding a clipboard,

"Morning Miss, these are awaiting your signature and your mum called. Wants to set up a dinner with you and Mr Taehyung." You nodded and signed the papers as you continued going up to your office.

Tae was stood in your office, his mouth hanging open as he watched people rushing into the office,

"Sit Tae, do you want something to drink while you wait?" You questioned as you sat down behind the white desk and looked over the paperwork, your assistant running in with a tray of snacks and bottled water.

"No, I'm okay thanks." He told the assistant who handed you a bottle of water and more papers.

"So I guess I should tell you that I own the company?" You asked him not tearing your eyes away from the red folder in front of you, something boring inside of it about market growth and something you weren't really in the mood for.

"Yeah, maybe." He chuckled sitting on the sofa and watching as you came out from behind the desk and sat in front of him.

"So I own the company, yep. That's that, let's go get lunch." You said trying to get out of the conversation you were going to have. It always seemed to go the same way with all your ex's. They would get creeped out by the power you had and leave, or they would try and worm their way further into your life so they could get money.

"I knew you worked for a company but you own it?" You nodded and the door opened, another assistant stood there waving at you, you smiled at her and she walked through the door. Standing in front of you and Taehyung and smiling at you,

"PR is taking care of the article of you and Mr Taehyung, is there anything else I can do for you today?" You shook your head at her before jumping up and running over to your desk,

"I got you this!" You yelled bringing out a wrapped box and handing it to her,

"Enjoy your honeymoon sweetie." You told her as she thanked you and walked back out of the room. Taehyung was smirking at you from on the sofa, leaning back and admiring you.

"I think I should start coming to work with you like you do with me." He said as you sat back down on the sofa staring at him as you waited for the next person to walk in, you didn't have to go into the building much but when you did it was a never-ending string of people all walking in and out of the room.

"No, the press would have a field day." You joked leaning forward and taking a bottle of water from the table and sipping on it,

"We should get going though if we're going to make lunch." You told him, wanting to leave the office as soon as possible before your brother or mother got wind that you'd come in and decided it was their turn to meet Taehyung. You'd been putting that meeting off since the moment they found out you were dating, always coming up with some lame excuse as to why you couldn't make dinner or that Tae was really busy and wouldn't be able to make it.

"You're scared your mum will come aren't you?" He laughed as you pushed him out of your office and into the elevator, people looking up as they heard you giggling and smiling brightly. In all the years of you working there, they'd never seen you so happy and they were glad that their boss was finally finding the time to make herself happy and to take care of herself.

Jungkook:

Jungkook and you had only been dating three months when you decided to tell him what you did for a living and he didn't believe you. Always cracking jokes about how you were this ''Big billionaire that owned ''multiple companies''. Stating if it was true you'd be in all the big magazines and would be followed around just as much as he was, which was true and it did happen. You just had a fantastic PR team who took care of everything you didn't want leaking out into the press.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow." You said as you got to Jungkook's apartment door, you'd spent the entire day together and were planning another day together tomorrow. The romance was fresh and neither of you wanted to be away from each other longer than you had to be.

"Sure." He said as he walked over to you, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you, both of you wanted to stay there all night but you had a late dinner with a board of directors and Jungkook had practice with the guys since he'd been putting it off all week.

"I'll see you in the morning." You giggled pushing him away and leave the apartment, walking over to your car and starting it up

(X)

The next morning you'd been debating with yourself the whole time, deciding it was time to prove to Jungkook that you were what you said you were. You grabbed the keys to you red Lamborghini Adventador and headed out to the route you would take to Jungkook's apartment, ignoring the stares you got from people as you pulled out of your garage and onto the road.

"Holy shit," Jungkook said with his mouth hanging open a little as you pulled onto his drive, he came down the steps from his apartment door to take a closer look.

"Where did you even get this?"

"My garage." You told him as you turned off the engine and got out of the car, you and Jungkook had never hung out at your house because it was a huge give away to you being a millionaire.

"You own it?" You nodded and stared at him, he looked like he was still having trouble believing you were what you said you were.

"If I show you my house will you believe me?" He nodded and you smirked, opening the car doors so it formed a scissor effect and he scoffed at you,

"Now you're just showing off." You winked at him and started up the car, taking the same route home only this time Jungkook noticed how everyone turned to stare and that there were in fact paparazzi outside your house waiting for you to arrive home.

"Morning Ted, new camera?" You asked the cameraman politely as you got out of the car, Jungkook stared as you made casual conversation with the paparazzi and smiled at you.

"This way." You said to him, pulling him up to the double doors and opening them, walking him through into the entryway of your apartment.

"Fuck." He whispered in shock as you hung up your jacket and walked further into the room.

"I gave cook the day off but I've been learning, do you want something to eat?" You asked him, walking through to the kitchen. You were worried he was going to run for it, a lot of your previous partners did. They would figure out you were a powerful millionaire with cars and a big house and want to leave, it was too intimidating to some people but Jungkook didn't see it that way. He saw it as you weren't someone who was going to use him for his fame or his money and it meant that you truly liked him for who he was and he was over the moon with it. Rushing over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and chuckling as you giggled at him.

"You're such a child." You giggled to him as he span you around in the kitchen your legs dancing in the air as he did so,

"We should order a pizza in and watch movies on your sofa." You shook your head at him,

"Why on the sofa when I have a home cinema system." You giggled pulling him in the direction of your home cinema room, the room was lined with giant comfortable chairs and a huge screen was at the front,

"It's loaded with every film you could think of." You told him as you handed him the remote and went to find your phone to call for a pizza for you both.

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Geteb (Troll) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Male Troll/Non-Binary Reader Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Troll, Non-Binary Reader, Reader Insert Content Warning: Speech Disorders, Dysarthria, Stuttering Words: 2741

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Moving to Willowridge hadn’t been your first option, but it was the only one that made financial sense. You were going to school at E.U. for business management, but Coleville was just too expensive, even living in the dorms, so you transferred to the Willowridge campus. There was an apartment complex with plenty of studio apartments for the college kids, and you rented the only ground floor apartment they had left. There was a trade-off, of course. You didn’t have to climb up and down seven flights of stairs every day because the elevator was perpetually broken, but you did hear every argument, party, and session of loud sex your neighbors decided to have.

Well, college life was college life, regardless of where you lived.

The only real problem was that the water was an odd color and tasted funny, and before your first day in your new place was over, you were in the hospital for suspected salmonella poisoning. You were in the hospital for over two days, and when you were released, there was a large stranger in your apartment, looking under your kitchen sink.

“Excuse me,” You said in alarm.

The stranger jumped and hit his head on the cabinet, swearing and dropping a wrench. He stood up, and you could see he was wearing a workman’s jumpsuit. You were suddenly confronted with a solid wall of man, easily seven feet tall, with a broad… everything. He was a troll, you realized, and judging from the dusty, pebbly texture of his skin to the tusks jutting out from his lower jaw to the hair like green moss that curled around his ears, he was a field troll.

Trolls were distantly related to orcs, though they didn’t have the same warrior culture as orcs did, if you recalled correctly. They were typically creatures of nature, keeping to the forests and mountains, often seen as slow or stupid. You weren’t sure if those claims were true or not. You’d met a few before, and they seemed normal to you.

“Sorry,” He said very slowly, his voice deep. “Are you… the one… that… got sick?”

“Yes,” You replied, coming inside the apartment but leaving the door open. “And who are you?”

“Sorry,” He repeated. “I’m Geteb. I’m the… plumber… for the building. I came to… fix the pipes.”

“Oh,” You said. “What was wrong with them?”

“The pipe… that p--pulls water…. from the city… broke… and street water… got in it,” He replied in the same slow cadence. “That’s why you… got sick. Your apartment is… the first in the line. When you… got s--sick, we shut it… off. We only just now… turned it back on.”

“Well, I guess it’s good no one else got sick, then,” You said, trying not to come across as bitter.

“I’m sorry… you did,” He said solemnly, though it was an odd sound, like a puppy whimpering after being scolded. “I… b--brought you… clean water.” He pointed to several jugs of water that were stacked along the wall in the kitchen area.

You nodded numbly. “Oh.”

“Just in case. We’re flushing… the system… now. I was just… checking the water… in the tap… to make sure it’s clean.” He held up a cotton swab that was inside a tube. “It’s a test, see? If it’s blue… then it’s con…” He stopped and struggled with the word. “Co... conta…taminated. But it’s not, see!” He held out the test swab for you to inspect. “So it’s all safe. But you should… drink the jug water… just in case.”

“Okay,” You said tiredly. “Well, if you’re done, I’d like to lie down. I still don’t feel very well.”

“Oh, okay,” He said, picking up his tools. “I hope you… feel better… soon. Call the front office… if anything is wrong… and I’ll come back… and fix it… any time.”

“Sure,” You said, ushering him out of the door.

You spent the next couple of days in bed, unable to eat. You managed a few sips of tea, but there wasn’t much else that your stomach could tolerate. As suggested, you drank the water from the jugs that Geteb had brought, but mostly because you just didn’t trust the tap water anymore.

Three days afterward, when you were finally starting to feel better, there was a knock at the door. Geteb was standing there in his work clothes with three more jugs of water in each fist.

“I brought you… m--more water,” He said.

“Oh,” You said in surprise. “Okay. Uh, bring them in.”

You stepped aside and let Geteb in, who had to duck to clear the doorframe.

“I’m sorry if I was rude the other day,” You told him. “I didn’t even really thank you.”

“It’s okay! I understand!” He replied. “You felt bad. I’m cranky… when I feel bad… too.”

“I just hope I’m well enough to continue classes next week,” You said.

He chuckled. “School was fun. I remember college. Lots of parties.”

He seemed to be better at speaking short sentences. “You went to college?” You said in surprise.

“Yes,” He said reproachfully, looking hurt. “I know… I’m not that smart… but I’m s--smarter… than people think. Just because… I’m big… and I talk slow… and I have trouble… with big words… it doesn’t mean… I’m stupid.”

Horrified, you said, “Oh, no, I didn’t mean…” But then you stopped. That’s exactly what you meant, and you knew it. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for, and I apologize.”

His frown melted, and he smiled. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

“What did you get your degree in?”

“S--struc…tural engin…eering.”

“Oh, wow,” You said. “That’s really impressive.”

He chuckled again. “Lots of people… don’t believe me… when I tell them… I h--have a… Bachelor’s degree.”

“Well, they’re idiots,” You said. “Listen, can I buy you a drink? To thank you and make up for being a rude asshole.”

His face lit up. God, he reminded you of a puppy. “Okay! I’d like to. I should… change clothes, I’m really dirty.”

“Aren’t you still on the clock?” You asked.

He stopped and thought about it. “Oh. Yeah. Later then?”

It was your turn to chuckle. “Later then.”

He met you after work at a local college pub and you bought him a round. Well, a pitcher for him. He had big hands.

“So, I don’t want to offend you, and I’m trying hard not to be an asshole, but can I ask something?”

“You… want to know… why I… talk so slow?” He asked with a patient smile.

“Yeah,” You replied hesitantly. “I’ve seen other trolls and they don’t talk like you do.”

“I have… dysarthria,” He said. “I had a… really bad ear… infection… when I was… s--seven… and it turned into… men…ingitus… and caused… a stroke. I was… in… a coma for… a while after.”

“Oh, god,” You breathed. “I had no idea you could have a stroke from an ear infection.”

“It’s rare,” He said. “I’m special… like that, I guess.”

You smiled at him. “How long were you in school?”

“The standard… four years,” He replied. “And then another… four years… app…p--prentice for the… plumbing job. T--that’s a long time… for people… to still think… I’m stupid.” He didn’t seem angry about it, just resigned.

“You’re definitely not stupid, Geteb,” You told him.

“It’s not just… the talking,” He said, gesturing at his mouth. “People… look down on… labor jobs. Just because… we work with… our hands… and get d--dirty… doesn’t make it… less… of a skill.”

“You’re absolutely right,” You replied sadly. “And it’s a shame people are like that.”

“You’re not… like that, are you?” He asked you.

“No, Geteb, I’m not,” You told him. “My dad was a carpenter. I know all about how difficult working with your hands can be.”

“That’s good,” He said. “Because… I’d like to… take you out again. My treat… this time.”

Your smile widened. “I’d like that very much.”

You went on several dates with Geteb. Because he was such a big guy, a lot of them were outdoors or in places that were wide open, like museums or aquariums. He liked looking at things and letting you talk, shy about talking in public or around a group of strangers. He was already unusual, and his speech impairment made him stand out even more.

Despite dating for almost a month, he still hadn’t kissed you yet, and you wondered why. You knew he was shy, but you’d been more than affectionate with him, so he had to know you wanted him to. Maybe you’d just have to do it yourself.

At the end of the next date, you said, “Bend down.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s hard to kiss you when you’re way up there,” You said, laughing.

He didn’t laugh. Instead, he sighed heavily.

“Do you not want to kiss me?” You asked him, teasing.

“It’s not that,” He replied seriously. “I do… v--very much… but if I… kiss you… that means… something to me…”

“It means something to me, too, silly,” You said. “It means I like you.”

“It means… more than that… to me.” He asked. “I’m… never going… to be normal… you know that… don’t you? I can’t… fix this.” He gestured at his mouth and head. “Kissing me… after so many dates… means… you’re commit…ting… to that… reality. Are you sure… you can… do that?”

“It’s not like kissing you means we’re getting married, Geteb,” You said, your brow furrowing. “It doesn’t bother me how you talk.”

“It doesn’t… right now,” He said. “But what… about in a… month? Or five? What about… when your friends… say something… or a stranger says something… that makes you… uncomfortable with… the idea… of being… with me. You may be… able… to tolerate it… now, but you… may not… be able to… forever.”

“Geteb, don’t be silly,” You said, frowning. “If someone has something to say about it, I’ll bite their ears off. And if my friends have something to say about it, I’ll get better friends. It’s that simple.”

“For you,” He said, looking away, and you took his face in your hands.

“Has something like that happened before?” You asked.

He frowned and looked at his feet. “I almost… g--got married once,” He told you. “I bought… the ring and… everything… but b--before… I could ask her… w--we got in a fight… she said… she always ha--hated… how I talked. After we… calmed down… s--she said… she didn’t m--mean it… but that’s all… I could think… about when I… t--talked to her… so I stopped… talking… and we b--broke up…” He sniffled a little. “I still… have the… ring. I couldn’t… bring myself… to return it. I didn’t want p--people… to be sad… for me. I was already… sad enough.”

“I’m so sorry, Geteb,” You said, stroking a thumb down his cheek. “Even if what she said was true, I’m not her. I love the way you talk. I can understand you perfectly fine. All it takes is listening, and I’m more than willing to do that.”

His expression looked so pained. “Are you… sure?”

Instead of answering, you turned the key in the lock of your front door, opened it, and pulled him inside.

“Let me show you,” You said. He gulped and allowed himself to be led.

Inside, you had him sit down on the pull-out couch-bed and sat in his lap. He carefully placed a hand on your lower back, as if testing the waters. You laughed softly and leaned against his body, laying your head on his chest.

“Isn’t this nice?” You asked him.

“Very,” He said, his lips in your hair. Not quite a kiss, was it was contact. “I have missed… holding someone… I have been… lonely… I guess…”

“I’m not surprised,” You said. “That’s kind of what happens when you try to keep people at an arm’s length.”

“I don’t mean to,” He said. “I just don’t… want people… to be hurt… because of me.”

“And you don’t want to get hurt, either,” You said, sitting up and looking at him. “I totally get that, Geteb. That’s a natural reaction when you’ve been hurt. I’ve been hurt too. You think my parents took it well when I told them I was non-binary? Or my boyfriend? Sorry, ex-boyfriend, because he can’t be with someone--excuse me, something--who isn’t a girl, which…” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I know it’s not the same as having a lifelong, debilitating condition that people don’t understand, I do get that. What I’m saying is that in some ways, I completely understand what you’re going through. And I want to go through it with you.”

“You’re sure?” He asked again.

“Yep,” You said. “You’re stuck with me, pal, like it or not.”

“I like it,” He said, smiling.

“Good,” You said, standing up so that you could be eye level and wrapping your arms around his neck. “I like it, too.” Then you kissed him. It was long and leisurely, not pressing him too hard if he didn’t want to go there yet.

Acceptance is a funny, powerful thing. It gives confidence to the meek, solace to the troubled, and in this instance, it made him very, very aroused. You could feel it the moment you climbed into his lap and straddled him. His hands gripped you more firmly and his kisses deepened. The tip of his large, broad tongue brushed across your lips, and you opened your mouth so that he could slip it inside, tangling with your own.

You kissed down his body, opening the button-up shirt and pulling it out of his pants. His jeans were tented, and you thought it might be painful, so you popped the button and unzipped the sipper, stroking him through his underwear, and he moaned.

“You don’t… have to…” He said between gasps.

“I want to,” You said, kneeling down. You opened the slit in his underwear and freed him, swirling your tongue around him. He grunted and his hips bucked upward involuntarily.

“It’s been… a long time…” He said. “I’m a… little… sensitive…”

“I’ll be gentle,” You said, and pulled him slowly into your mouth. A long groan of satisfaction issued from him, and you figured you were doing alright.

It didn’t take long before he was writhing under your touch, panting and gasping. He was throbbing inside your mouth, but before he came, he lay a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“Can you… get undressed… please? I want… to look at you,” He asked, heaving in deep breaths. You obliged, making a little bit of a show of it. He watched you hungrily, and when you were fully nude, he reached out for you. You climbed back into his lap, and he caressed your body, kissing your neck and shoulders. You rose up and positioned him at your entrance and slowly, carefully, slid down on him.

You kissed him deeply as he grasped your hips, bouncing you a little. You braced your hands on his chest and came down harder on him, making your bodies slap together. You threw your head back and he kissed your throat, his tusks poking into the skin, his hand in your hair.

“I’m… close…” He wheezed.

“Me too,” You whimpered, speeding up. You felt the rush of pleasure hit your body just as he abruptly pulled you up and came all over your thighs and his jeans.

“Sorry,” He said as you collapsed onto his chest.

“It’s okay,” You panted. He held you close until you got your breath back. “You can use my mini washing machine to clean your clothes. I don’t have a dryer, though, so you’ll have to stay until they dry. It could take a while.”

“I d--don’t mind,” He said. “I can sleep… on the floor… if that’s okay.”

“I’ll make us a nice pillow fort,” You said. “Good thing it’s the weekend. We can just stay in our fort and order out and be naked the whole time.”

“The best weekend… ever.”

“Yes, it does. And we can do it every weekend from now on. What do you think?”

“I think… that sounds like… heaven.”

You stood up and dragged him to his feet. “Shower first.”

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for @malexweek​ day 3: “I can explain.” - sequel to no voice (warning: mutism, alcohol, happy ending)

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Michael liked coming home to Alex every day.

“I’m home!” he announced as he entered the apartment he shared with Isobel and Max. Michael knew that they weren’t home, but Alex was and that was the important thing.

He headed towards the bedroom and found Alex all curled up with his phone in his hand and dressed in baggy clothes that made Michael’s heart swell. He was so goddamn gorgeous. Alex dropped his phone and lazily looked up at him, clearly tired from a long day of work and then therapy after work. Michael dropped his backpack and then just fell onto the bed, pulling Alex’s back to his chest and breathing in the everpresent smell of cookies that he wore now.

When they moved out to be closer to UNM, they both knew things would change. Alex worked for his aunt and technically lived with her (though he typically stayed with Michael) and he was able to start going to therapy. He was working on being comfortable with speaking and just being around people in general, but his therapist had told him he probably never would speak as much as the people around him if only because he’d had so many years of not doing it. It was a comfort zone that he would always resort to and there was nothing wrong with it as long as it wasn’t directly harming his quality of life. She did suggest he learn to sign at least a little to help him when he couldn’t and Michael had happily offered to learn with him. They were doing good. He was doing good.

On the other side of things, Michael was going to school and he’d made friends. They hung out a lot and they all had similar interests as him which was a lot of fun. He hadn’t noticed how much he liked having people to talk to that didn’t make him feel like a pretentious asshole for rambling about engineering. They introduced him to partying and, while it sucked that he saw Alex less, he always enjoyed himself. That was what college was about, right?

“How was therapy?” Michael asked. Alex shrugged dismissively. Overall, Alex had gotten comfortable enough to speak to Michael when he was feeling good, but, on days he had therapy, it threw all of his spoons in the trash. Michael didn’t mind as long as he was getting better.

Alex raised his hand to press beside his mouth and then moved it up to his cheek, signing his request for a kiss. Michael grinned and leaned over his shoulder to give him just that. Alex reached back to hold his head before deciding that wasn’t enough. He twisted his body to face him and eventually rolled on top of him to kiss him more. Michael smiled even wider.

His clothes were soft and his skin beneath was soft, body warm from being in bed for at least an hour. Working at a bakery meant Alex regularly woke up at four in the morning to go to work. He was always home by three, before Michael, and he smelled of baked goods and was eager for cuddles. It was the highlight of Michael’s day.

Alex broke the kiss to start pulling his sweater over his head, but Michael stopped him with a laugh and a hand on his stomach. He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head.

“I promised Jay I would go to his study group,” Michael said. A pout protruded on Alex’s face and Michael reached up to push his bottom lip back into place. “It’ll only be for a little while. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Stay, Alex signed with both hands.

“Alex,” Michael sighed, rubbing his thumb into his thigh. Alex leaned forward for another kiss, but Michael turned his face just a little. “It’s for school.”

“Stay,” Alex whispered into his mouth. Michael melted a little and for a moment  forgot what he was doing. He kissed him deeper and Alex pressed impossibly close. He did this every time and it always made Michael tempted to stay.

However, Michael was reminded why he was being told to stay in the first place when his phone went off with an alarm to remind him. He reluctantly pulled away from Alex to reach for it and Alex just clung to him which made it significantly harder to peel him off. He loved spending time with Alex, he did, but he also liked hanging out with his friends. He would have the whole night with Alex.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick before I go,” Michael said, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he climbed off the bed. 

He slipped his phone in his back pocket and headed for his bedroom door. He barely closed the door to the bathroom across the hall before his phone started going off. It didn’t surprise him one bit when he checked it.

Alex: You always go out.

Alex: You’ve gone out every night this week except sunday.

Alex: And you get drunk.

Alex I don’t like when you get drunk.

Alex: Please.

Michael sighed, tilting his head back and counting to ten. He loved Alex more than anything, but there were a lot of irritating things that came along with being with someone who didn’t speak, especially in times of stress, and who was still learning to sign. All of their “arguments” had to be had over text and it rubbed Michael the wrong way every time.

He finished up in the bathroom before heading back to his bedroom to grab his bag. Alex was glaring at him the second he entered.

“Why do you have to act like it’s a crime that I have friends now? I still see you. We can’t be attached at the hip all the goddamn time,” he pointed out. Alex’s glare faded into concern and Michael sighed, kneeling on the bed and leaning down to kiss the crown of his head again. “I love you. I won’t drink. I’ll be home later.”

Perhaps he should’ve known he fucked up by the way Alex didn’t send him another message for the rest of the night.

-

“Baby."

Alex refused to fold as Michael called to him in a sing-song voice and crawled into bed. Alex tightened his grip on his blanket and scooted away despite Michael crawling closer. He reeked of alcohol so bad–but he always did these days.

"C'mere," Michael called, weaving his arm around him and trying to nudge his way beneath the blanket to find Alex's face, "Gimme a kiss."

Alex grunted his rejection and eventually Michael stopped, just laying heavily on him. Alex hated being mad at him, but he couldn’t help it. He was mad.  Alex didn’t mind never being invited to parties or to hang out because he didn’t want to. But what he did want was his boyfriend back.

It seemed if he wasn’t at school, he was partying. By the time he actually did spend time with Alex, he was either drunk or exhausted. It made Alex question why he was even staying in his apartment anymore. What was the point Michael was never there? 

And what was the point if he said he wouldn’t drink and he lied?

“You’re mad at me,” Michael sighed, rubbing Alex’s back over the blanket, “Stop being mad at me.”

Alex didn’t respond, didn’t move. Michael groaned and sunk down further, his face against Alex’s shoulder. He could feel his hot breath through the blanket around him. He should’ve left before Michael got home.

“Alex,” Michael groaned, letting out a pathetic whine, “C’mon, I wish you would just fucking talk for once.”

His body went rigid at the words that came out of Michael’s mouth. He knew he didn’t really mean it like that, Michael was endlessly patient and understanding and he was just drunk, but Alex had never wanted to get away from him more. Anxiety twisted in his stomach and he became more sure than ever that he needed to get out.

Alex gently pushed Michael off him, throwing the blankets off as well. It was only when he started quickly grabbing his clothes for work in the morning that Michael realized he said something wrong. Alex sincerely hoped it was the alcohol that was making his reaction time so goddamn slow.

“Wait,” Michael said, sounding more sober than before as he scrambled off the bed, “Wait, Alex, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I can explain.”

Alex gave him the middle finger as the universal signal for fuck off as he reached for his phone.

“Alex, please,” he went on, “Look, just stay. I’ll sleep on the floor. It’s late. Stay.”

Alex opened the door of his bedroom and Michael followed, still not touching him. At least he could do one thing right.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” 

Alex left and did his best not feel guilty.

-

Michael: I’m sorry 

Michael: please come back

Michael: I don’t like you walking around outside at night its not safe please come back

Michael: I love you

Michael: I’m sorry I didn’t mean it I just hate that I never know why you get upset and then I can’t fix it

Michael: you know I didn’t mean it

Michael: can you please text back so I know you’re safe

 Liz: Alex is with me, don’t worry.

-

“You know, I never expected to ever hear you two get in a fight.”

Michael groaned at Isobel’s words and let his head fall against the wall and then picked it up to let it fall a little harder. It was taking a lot of willpower not to get into his truck and drive the five minutes it took to get to Liz’s dorm, but he figured that could only make things worse. So, instead, he was hitting his head against the wall.

“I’m such a fucking dumbass,” Michael groaned, smashing his cheek into the wall and looking at her. She was dressed in a robe and was giving him a teasing smile. It was anything but funny. “He asked me to stay home for one night and I didn’t listen.”

“You’re allowed to go out and have friends, Michael,” she pointed out. Michael sighed, turning and putting his back to the wall. He slowly slid to the floor and Isobel huffed a laugh, sitting next to him. “You’re 18, you’re having fun. That’s what college is about. I love Alex, but he isn’t exactly the fun-having type, so I’m not surprised that it’s causing issues.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s not why he stormed off,” Michael said, wincing as he replayed his harsh tone, “I snapped at him for not talking.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, hitting his head against the wall again, “Don’t really know how to fix this.”

“Just give it some time,” Isobel insisted, “It’ll work out. You two are grossly in love.”

“I hope so.”

-

“Do I need to kill him for you? Because he promised me before you two started talking that he wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I’m fine,” Alex whispered, picking at a loose thread in the pillowcase from Liz’s bed. She thankfully didn’t have a roommate at her dorm. She emergency Skype’d Maria despite the fact that it was late and Alex didn’t feel like it was an emergency.

“You walked all the way here in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t call that fine,” Liz scoffed, “But, look, it’s normal for changing environments to cause struggles in a relationship. I bet this is just a little misunderstanding.” He shrugged a shoulder. 

His mind kept replaying Michael’s words over and over and over in his mind, taunting him and refusing to let it rest. Alex knew that Michael didn’t mean it and that he knew exactly what he was getting into when he started dating him. It’d been over six months and never once had Michael ever been anything less than supportive. But, still, Alex couldn’t help but consider that maybe the alcohol had him speaking his mind. I wish you would just fucking talk. It wasn’t all that different from what his dad said.

It was Alex’s fault though, wasn’t it? He was the one being pouty and stupid and stubborn. He should be happy with the attention Michael gave him. He was happy with it. He just wanted a little bit more. Was that wrong? Was he selfish? He felt selfish. 

“I think I need to break up with him,” Alex admitted quietly. Somehow, both girls still heard it.

“What?!”

“Why?!”

“Alex, it was just one fight.”

“Barely a fight.”

Alex breathed a heavy sigh, bringing his knees up to his chest and pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. His brain was in overdrive and he felt sick to his stomach. Part of him wanted to scream, the other part wanted to bury himself until it went away. And, just like that, he felt too tired to speak, his brain shutting down that form of communication completely. God, he hated that. He thought he was doing better.

Liz nudged him gently and, when he looked up, she had his trusty white board in hand. She first bought it when they were in elementary school. Alex was isolated and in special education classes, but she was determined to talk to him. He loved her for it.

“It’s not just a fight,” Liz read to Maria as he scribbed his words in his messy cursive-print mix to get it out faster, “We’re going different ways and I’m holding him back.”

“Holding him back from what?” Maria scoffed, “Getting shitfaced every day until he flunks out of college?”

Alex rolled his eyes.

“He wants to have fun and I’m ruining it,” Liz read, quickly cutting herself off to say her own opinion on it, “He loves you, you know he has fun with you.”

I don’t know, Alex signed.

“Yes, he does. You’ve just gotten out of the honeymoon phase so you’re not around each other all the time anymore,” Liz explained. 

“Seriously, that boy put in a ton of work just to make you give him the time of day. Just ask him not to go out so much,” Maria suggested. Alex shook his head.

They didn’t get it. As much as he loved Michael and wanted to be with him, he was beginning to think they didn’t fit well anymore. They wanted different things at this point in their life. Michael wanted to go out and enjoy the college-aged experience and Alex came with a fuck ton of baggage that made him want to keep Michael trapped in bed for extended periods of time while also needing alone time for extended periods of time. When he needed those things were unpredictable, it would be hard for Michael to plan to party accordingly. It was too much work. He didn’t want to stand in Michael’s way.

“He shouldn’t be drinking so much anyway. He’s clearly in the wrong,” Liz declared. Maria nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Alex smiled.

B-I-A-S, he signed.

Alex’s phone lit up with texts from the man in question shortly after.

Michael: I’m glad you’re safe please stay that way

Michael: I love you. Let me know when you’re not mad anymore so we can have a conversation because I promise I didn’t mean what I said

Michael: Goodnight Alex dream good dreams

Alex dropped his phone into his lap and tilted his head back. He just wanted to be back to normal. Back to texting all the time, back to making out in the back of his truck, back to not having to beg for him to be around. It was easy to think he was still the same guy whenever he was sweet and present, but it was impossible not to notice how many hours he chose to be gone.

Work at five, Alex signed.

“Right, you have to be up at a ridiculous hour,” Liz said, sighing.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? Because you know I can be there in two hours to kick his ass,” Maria clarified.

Alex huffed a laugh and shook his head. They said their goodnights and I love yous before Liz shut her laptop and they laid down. Her bed was tiny, but they were used to squeezing all three of them in Liz’s full bed back home. It wasn’t that much of a change in proximity.

Thank you, Alex signed in the dark. Liz still saw and she smiled.

“Always. You’re my best friend.”

Alex, surprisingly, managed to get some sleep.

-

1:28 AM

Michael: I can’t sleep and I’m thinking about you. I’m sorry if this is annoying but you’re the person I like talking to so you can ignore this or tell me to shut up if you’re still awake

Michael: I discovered this movie called God’s Own Country and it’s these two guys who fall in love on a farm. It’s way more complex than that but I’m hungover without the sleep buffer

Michael: anyway I just think we should run away and go have sex in a tiny little cabin while we’re farming sheep and hide away together

Michael: but idk I think i would miss people

 2:12 AM

Michael: if you had 3 wishes, what would you wish for?

Michael: Thinking about wishing for a horse

Michael: we could gallop off into the sunset if you want

Michael: or into the sunrise if the other is too cliche

 2:52 AM

Michael: i’m watching big eden

Michael: he still reminds me of you. Quiet and smart and super fucking genuine

Michael: I’m being an asshole by blowing up your phone i know i am 

Michael: i have so many things i want to say but i don’t want to say them because i don’t want you to feel guilty for things that are my fault so i’m just saying random bullshit i’m sorry i’ll stop

 3:40 AM

Michael: You wake up soon, so I wanted to say I hope you have a good day at work. Sending good vibes and love your way ❤️

 4:02 AM

Alex: three wishes: to know asl fluently, a bike, and for my anxiety to be thrown in the trash.

Alex: have a good day at school 

Michael: i can build you a bike

Alex: we need to talk

Michael: yeah we really do

-

Alex carefully walked out of Liz’s dorm, cautious not to wake her up as he took the little white board with him. He would bring it back later and he knew she wouldn’t mind.

It was ridiculously early, but Michael’s truck was still sitting outside of the dorm building and waiting for him. Alex took a deep, steadying breath to build the courage for the conversation he’d been avoiding for weeks. This had to happen.

He climbed into the cab of the truck and Michael gave him a tired smile. He’d seen him just six hours prior, but it felt like a lifetime. Probably because Alex finally realized what needed to happen.

“Hey,” Michael said, “You wanna just park somewhere by your work?”

Alex nodded. Michael did so without hesitation, his left leg bouncing and his fingers tapping against the steering wheel. He was buzzing with so much nervous energy that Alex wondered if he knew what was coming.

Michael put the truck in park about a block away from his work, somewhere Alex could easily walk off if he needed to. He appreciated the sentiment.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” Michael said, “I know I’ve said it a million times, but I am. I was just frustrated that I didn’t understand why you were angry, that’s it. It had nothing to do with you not, like, verbally explaining. You know I don’t care about that. I love you regardless of if you ever speak again or not.”

Alex knew he was telling the truth. He knew Michael loved him and he knew he loved Michael, but what was love when it wasn’t fucking working? Michael wanted to have fun and be a college kid. Alex didn’t fit into that lifestyle.

I think we should take a break, Alex wrote confidently before turning the board to face him. Michael’s eyes went wide and his face went pale, his eyes reading over his words over and over.

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “No, I don’t want to take a break. I don’t want that. I want you. I-I’m sorry I fucked up. Just tell me what to change and I’ll do it. I’ll fix whatever, just tell me.”

Alex felt tears prick his eyes, but he forced himself to stay strong as he shook his head and wrote the support to his argument.

That’s the problem. I think we can’t be together without one of us being miserable.

“You’re miserable with me?” Michael asked softly, face full of so much pain that it struck Alex hard and he shook his head. He wrote even faster.

No but i want to be around you more and that means you would have to change and i don’t want you to change for me

“But I will,” Michael gushed, “I-I don’t understand where this is even coming from, I thought we were good.”

Alex stared at him with a sad little smile and shrugged. Him not seeing it coming was the problem. They were in different places. Alex needed more than he could give in their relationship and it wasn’t Michael’s job to spread himself that thin. It was Alex’s job to take responsibility for himself.

“Alex,” Michael said, a tear slipping from his cheek as his breathing got heavier. He turned slightly towards the steering wheel and raked his hands through his hair. Alex could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to piece things together. “Alex, it was one party.”

I can count the number of days you’ve come home sober in the last month on one hand and no matter how much I ask you not to, you do it anyway and that’s not good for me, Alex wrote, it’s not good for you either but I can’t tell you what to do.

“So I’ll stop drinking! I’ll stop going out!” Michael insisted.

I want you to do what you want

“I want you!” Michael said, voice cracking in the worst way, “Did I really fuck up so bad that you can’t see that?”

Alex didn’t know what to say as he sat there, trying to figure out what to say. He didn’t really know. He just wanted to cry with him and take it back so he would stop. And wouldn’t that be an embarrassing story to tell his therapist? He was doing better. He refused to go back.

They stayed in the car in silence. Alex let a few tears slip, but he wiped them away. Michael was struggling to breathe while he kept his face in his hands. There didn’t seem to be much else to say. He watched the clock, waiting for the time to come for when he had to go into work.

“Okay,” Michael sniffed, “Okay, we take a break. But it’s so I can prove that you’re more important to me than random fucking people or parties. I like it, yeah, but we can find a compromise. That’s what relationships are about, right? But if you need time away from me, I’ll give it to you because I love you.”

Sorry, Alex signed. Michael shook his head.

“Don’t be. My fault. You have been asking me to spend time with you for weeks and I barely do. And sleeping in the same bed and texting during the day doesn’t count. I’m sorry,” Michael said. Alex almost smiled at the fact that he seemed to finally get it, but it didn’t mean it was fixed. It just meant it was getting there. “I love you. I’m just an idiot.”

I love you too, Alex signed. Michael smiled tiredly and laid his head against the steering wheel.

“So, what does taking a break mean?” Michael asked, “‘Cause I don’t want to stop seeing or talking to you completely.”

Alex shook his head, going back to the board. He scribbled quickly, his eyes glancing to the clock a few times to make sure he wasn’t going to be late for work. He had about five minutes.

Let’s go back to hanging out but not spending the night? If that’s okay

“Yeah, of course that’s okay,” Michael agreed, “And, uh, we can compromise like I talked about? Like, say, I go to parties twice a week. It gives you perfect time to be by yourself, I still get to go out, but there’s not too much of anything.”

Only if you want to

Michael huffed a laugh, “Did you forget I spent months just trying to get your attention? I’m not going to just give up that easily. But your needs and boundaries are important to me. And I know you’re not saying I can’t ever go out, you’re just asking me to be a boyfriend. I’ve been shitty at that lately, so let’s go back a couple steps and try something different.”

Alex shrugged but he knew it was right. It seemed they would only get a few seconds when he came home from school, he’d leave, and then he’d come home wasted and just want a kiss before he passed out. It wasn’t fun. 

But trying something different could be.

“Okay,” Alex said softly. Michael’s face relaxed in that sweet smile of his. He looked so tired.

“Not gonna lie, though. I’m gonna miss coming home to you until we get back to that,” Michael admitted. Alex shrugged a shoulder.

“Desert date?” he asked, signing after school? directly after.

Michael breathed a sigh and closed his eyes softly, nodding his head. He looked like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder. It was a small little thing that told Alex he would actually try to make it work. They were going to make it work. They would survive it.

And, besides, Alex loved him.

"I would love that."

[luminous1000]

[Personal Story] Silver [I Want To Return The Favour] [1 / 2]

Parts 1 | 2 

[courtyard] 

Idia: Maaaaaan~ ~ I hate this. Why must the Magift Tournament be broadcasted on TV? To have my face on TV would be too embarrassing. I have to avoid that at all costs… 

Idia: It’s currently 7pm… Though it’s cutting quite close, the shop should still be open. I’ll buy a welding helmet and cover my face for the whole of tomorrow. 

// rustle, rustle // 

Idia: Eep?! Did-did something just move- 

Silver: Who goes there?! State your name this instant! 

Idia: Eeeeeeek?! I-I-I-I-Idia Shroud from I-Ignihyde! ! 

Idia: I-I-I-I’m not anyone s-s-s-s-shady… so, erm, please put down that baton! 

Silver: Oh, it’s Idia-senpai. Which means it’s not anyone suspicious. 

Idia: whisper I think the person who just jumped out of the bushes with a baton is the suspicious one here though… 

Silver: So, care to explain why you’re loitering around at this hour? Normally one would be having dinner in their dorms right about now. 

Idia: I, I was just going to buy a welding helmet… 

Silver: For one of your mechanical engineering experiments? 

Idia: Wh-what about you? Wh-why are you walking around in your ceremonial robe? 

Silver: Because it’s the best outfit for blending in with the night. Mobility is slightly limited but due to circumstances, I don’t currently have my dorm clothes at hand. 

Idia: E...Eh? Why do you need such stealth? Si-Silver-shi, are you actually a ninja or something? 

Silver: What’s a “ninja”? 

Idia: They’re said to live in a country far to the East, specialising in covert intel gathering and doing certain dirty work. Have you never heard of a Shuriken or Fire Techniques? They’re commonly depicted in anime, and are usually the counterpart Job to Samurais in games! 

Silver: Idia-senpai… suddenly got chatty. 

Idia: Ah… Sorz for the otaku speed-talk… 

Silver: I do understand your explanation… However, I am unfortunately not one of the “ninja” that you speak of. 

Idia: It-it’s embarrassing for me when you deny it with such a serious face… 

Idia: That aside, what is your motive for roaming around the school at night? 

Silver: In tomorrow’s tournament, the school will be open to the public and anyone, from common folk to VIPs of various countries, will be here. In other words, there’ll be a huge crowd. And so I am on the lookout in the event any assassins are trying to sneak in during the bustle. Afterall, it would be a huge problem if anything happens to Malleus-sama. 

Idia: Surely you exaggerate! Besides, Malleus-shi is cheat-level strong on his own, aren’t you being too protective? 

Silver: The Malleus-sama that I work for is someone who will one day be King of the Fairies, he will rule over the Valley of Thorns. Back before we came to this school, there would be guards with him if he took so much as a step out of the castle.

Idia: Woww… 

Silver: On the slight chance anything happens to him, it will definitely become an international issue. Therefore, this is definitely not “too much protection”. 

Idia: Th-th-this conversation is on a different scale… I’ve only ever heard of things like ‘assassins’ and ‘international issues’ in games… 

Silver: This is not a game. It’s our reality. 

Idia: A-a-a-a-a-amazing! That’s a line I’ve always wanted to say! 

Silver: ? Then why not just say it? 

Idia: No, no, it’s only cool when someone like you is saying it. If I said that, it’d just be met with :lol: 

Silver: Is that so? I don’t understand but, I’m sorry. 

Silver: Anyway, I’m going back to my patrol. Sebek and Lilia-senpai are also making their rounds, so take care not to be mistaken for a suspicious person again. 

Idia: U-understood. I think I’ll learn some stealth from you as I move along. Well then, s-see you. 

Silver: Yeah, take care. 

Silver: Perhaps I should inform Sebek and Lilia-senpai that Idia-senpai is wandering around the courtyard. It’s going to be a huge hassle if he carelessly gets spotted by Sebek.

[trashcankitty12]

Tecna Headcanons

Tecna Mode, the Guardian Fairy of Zenith would like to make your acquaintance. 

She’s a tad sassy, a bit of a show-off when it comes to her projects, and a video game expert. 

(All headcanons are for my main au verses, “Balance/New Company of Light” and “Left”.)

-Tecna tends to be reserved in her emotions, but just as her family knows, her friends (and Timmy) quickly learned that Tecna can be rather affectionate when she feels safe and loved.

-As a Zenithian, Tecna has an easier time learning new technological systems and how to rewire electronics.

-She also tends to be able to see at night. Not better than nocturnal animals, but better than most Magical Dimension people.

-Tecna is also somewhat immune to being electrocuted. Somewhat. (Lightning attacks by storm harpies and Stormy aside, electricity doesn’t bother her. In fact it sort of wakes her up.)

-Tecna is really close to her parents, partially due to her being an only child, partially due to her curious nature putting her in the middle of her parents’ work because she was determined to help.

-(She didn’t necessarily want to be an only child, and her parents had wanted another… But Magnethia had had a hard enough time getting and staying pregnant, that they felt Tecna was more than enough.)

-Tecna may have been a bit of a spoiled child… Her parents made sure to get her the latest technology when it came out, and they gave her her own workspace when she got older.

-As close as she was to both of her parents, she’s closest to her mother. Magnethia loves having Tecna help out at her and Electronio’s workshop. They have created many new gadgets and gizmos together, including specialized robots to do household chores. (Which is why Tecna has no idea how ‘obsolete’ cleaning tech like brooms and vacuums and mops work.)

-Because of Zenith’s climate, most animals and plants do not live/thrive there. So Tecna has had minimal contact with non-robotic plants and animals. Which led to quite a shock when she came to Alfea and saw all the greenery and the birds. (And Kiko and Flora’s plants.)

-Tecna, as a Zenithian, isn’t as bothered by the cold climates as other people would be. In fact, it’s the heat that bothers her.

-Which is why she’s not a fan of the beach. She doesn’t mind going and hanging out with her friends, but the heat and the sand and weird feeling of the ocean just sort of… Bugs her. (Which is why she stays more on the actual beach and wears specialized shoes to keep sand away from her feet.)

-Tecna has a major sweet tooth and has ‘borrowed’ from Stella’s secret stash of chocolates before. (Please don’t tell Stella…)

-She doesn’t like veggie meals much. It’s the textures and slight tangy tastes that turn her away from them. (And as a Zenithian, she doesn’t need them as much.)

-Physically speaking, she’s not in the best shape. She’s like… Bare minimum shape to pass Griselda’s and Real Avalon’s classes. (She’s decent enough at running away and decent at feats of climbing, but trying to be acrobatic or trying to physically fight with her fists or feet is difficult without her winx/fairy forms).

-She’s not a strong swimmer either. But Layla has helped her get to be decent enough that she can make it to her destination without getting herself hurt or drowned.

-Layla has also helped Tecna get better at dancing, which has in turn helped Tecna with her rhythm and dance video games. (Take that Rubis!)

-Tecna is extremely competitive when it comes to games. Video or board or card games with Tecna can lead to arguments and a smug Zenithian fairy. (Bloom even brought some from Earth to try and trip Tecna up… Monopoly and Uno are no longer allowed on Alfea’s school grounds. Thanks, guys.)

-She may not have the best grades at Alfea, but it’s not her fault… Well, not entirely. Okay so she could stand to study more… But her projects just need a little more tweaking. (Please Ms. Faragonda, understand.)

-Tecna doesn’t have the best handwriting… But her typing skills are out of this world.

-Tecna doesn’t have a big appetite, but when she’s hungry, just hand over the plate. (She doesn’t just get hungry, she gets hangry.)

-Everything has to have a place. Tecna’s workshops/workrooms may be messy and unorganized due to everything always being used, but her actual room and desk? Spotless. Everything put away neatly. (And she tries not to look over to Musa’s side of the room when they were still sharing a dorm. That’s not her mess or her side, it’s not her problem.)

-Tecna is sort of a mom friend. But she’s the sort of mom friend who will be telling you why what you did was stupid while she’s bandaging you up. (“Dammit Layla, I told you this would happen. Why did you think you could jump from that height without your wings?” “Musa bet I couldn’t do it.” “Why do I even bother?”)

-(Yes, Tecna has swearing problem. But only around friends or on her own. She tries to tone it down around parents or those who are in charge.)

-Digit, despite being just as big a gamer and tech guru as Tecna is, is also more in touch with her emotions (thanks to having roomed with Amore for so long). Which is great, because Digit helps Tecna naturally learn more about her own emotions without pushing or pressing. (And damn does it feel good to see Tecna and Timmy being more open with each other.)

-Tecna is unabashedly an anime fan. (Or at least, the Magical Dimension’s version of anime.) And she loves comics. (Which shocked her when Stella showed her her own collection. They may have a few get-togethers just to talk about their favorite comics now.)

-Tecna first transformed at 12, after trying to protect a younger cousin from an incoming snowstorm they had gotten lost in. Thankfully it helped her boost her power to signal for her mother and aunt.

-At Alfea, Tecna is part of the STEM club, anime club, robotics, and gaming club. Thanks to her and a few other Zenithian fairies, Alfea’s robotics club finally beat out Red Fountain’s.

-Speaking of Red Fountain… Tecna may have borrowed Timmy’s badge to enter into Red Fountain’s weaponry.

-(She was always curious about how Red Fountain’s weapons and ships worked, and the best way to figure that out is to take it apart and put it back together… She may have even upgraded a few things… Please don’t tell Saladin.)

-Tecna didn’t thrive as well as she claimed while in Omega. She just didn’t want her friends to feel guilty about not coming for her sooner.

-She understood why it took so long. And it was lucky that she was used to Zenith’s frigid temperatures. But it just… She did her best.

-She had to fight like hell most days, trying to keep herself alive and safe.

-And once she was back at Alfea… She had nightmares. (Which she logged into her tablet to try and help herself with later.)

-Eventually, during spring break, she went home and talked it all out with her parents. They had a hard time letting her go back to Alfea after that, but they knew they couldn’t keep Tecna from her education or from her friends.

-(The nightmares eventually faded a bit. But they still haunt her from time to time.)

-Before the whole Earth mission, Tecna and Timmy were one of the first couples to move in-together without any of the other members of their teams.

-They got an apartment on Zenith near their university. (They still go to their classes, though they take them mostly online these days. And they still keep the apartment, though it’s mostly a glorified work space now.)

-Tecna surprisingly gets along really well with Riven. They help each other with their respective partners and they like to build and work on projects together. (And play video games. They’re both super competitive and watching them go at it is like watching a train wreck. It’s awful but you can’t look away.)

-Tecna finds Flora to be the hardest to converge with. Their personalities and feelings on different issues tend to clash and it makes it difficult to meld together.

-Surprisingly, Tecna finds Stella to be the easiest to converge with. It’s like they just complement each other on a new wavelength.

-Tecna didn’t have any interest in music until rooming with Musa. After a few months into their rooming situation, she asked if Musa would teach her how to play an instrument because she felt it’d be cool to come up with her own soundtrack (for a video game project she’s been working on since she was like 12). Musa got Tecna a keyboard and the rest is history.

-She doesn’t get emotional about a lot of things, keeping a cool and level head to focus on facts is a Zenithian trait after all, but when someone messes with her projects or belittles her work or comes after the people she loves? You’re gonna get fucked, and not in the good way. (She has a real temper when she blows up, and people tend to get electrocuted.)

-Once they started their Earth mission, Tecna had to mentally fight herself every day to not upgrade or complain about Earth tech. (“Bloom… How the fuck do these people live like this?!” “Tecna…” “Please. Just one computer. Let me upgrade one computer.” “People will notice and we have to keep a low profile.” “Dammit Bloom!”)

-Tecna has several projects going on any given day, and since dating Timmy and having been bonded to Digit, they’ve been included in helping her with them.

-Most are gadget-based projects, things that girls need immediately or things that can help them. Some are robotics or engineering/vehicle based. But the one she’s the most proud of is the video game she’s still working on. (It’s almost done and she hopes to be able to publish it soon! Maybe sooner than expected since she’s got backing from Sky, Stella, and Layla.)

-Tecna’s main goal, after all this craziness with being a Winx Girl is over, is to take over her parents’ business and to further the Mode Brand of tech. (And maybe even expand into the video game departments. Depending on how her video game goes when she finally releases it.)