#thank u though RA that was so nice to get

[ohii-san]

UNKNOWN HOLY NIGHT AND NIGHTHEAD - PROLOGUE

( One day, in mid-November )

Tomoya: O~i, Hinata. I’m thinking of making some coffee, do you want some too? Look, there’s a note here that says you’re free to help yourself.

Hinata: Huh. Will you make mine too? Thanks, Tomo-kun!

Tomo-kun’s reeeally thoughtful, isn’t he~?

Usually I’m the older brother type and I never really thought anyone else would take care of me, but when I’m with Tomo-kun, I get really spoiled.

Tomoya: Ahaha, what’s that? You’re making a pretty big deal out of me making coffee.

When it comes to Ra*bits, Hajime usually makes the coffee for me, and it’s really good. So I wanted to try it for myself.

Well, I guess all you have to do is set up the cup of coffee and turn it on…

Okay, it’s brewed. Thanks for being patient; it’s hot though, so be careful! I can’t even joke about burning yourself before the performance…

Hinata: U~waaa ♪ Thank you!

Well, I’m still wondering when the actual performance is gonna be~...

Tomoya: Yeah, for sure. This is the first time I’ve felt so pressured by work. 

Hinata: Me too, me too. But it seems like it was some random trouble with the equipment, so it’s not like it was anyone’s fault.

Tomoya: But, waiting for so long is kinda exhausting… I don’t even really feel excited for work anymore.

Hinata: Nn~... I’ve been waiting for so long that I’m getting sleepy…, The sofa here in the dressing room is so hard~

Tomoya: Hey, you're relaxing too much. If you lay down, your clothes will get all wrinkled, and your hair will come undone, won’t it~?

You went through all the trouble of getting your hair and makeup done all handsomely… Come on, get up, get up!

Hinata: Ugh… Seems like Tomo-niichan’s actually kinda strict.

( Ping )

Tomoya: Nn? Was that your smartphone, Hinata?

Hinata: Mm~? Lemme see— Nope. Doesn’t seem like it was mine.

Tomoya: Ah, sorry, it was me. I’ve got a message on HoldHands.

Since it’s HoldHands, I assume it’s business-related? I wonder what it is.

Tomoya: Erm— It’s a message concerning “Shuffle Unit”...

Ahh. This is that inter-office P-Association project I’ve heard about.

Hinata: Woah! It’s finally Tomo-kun’s turn!

Tomoya: Yeah, yeah. Mitsuru and Nii-chan were already chosen for theirs, so I’ve been looking forward to mine~

It’s a project where various idols cross the boundaries of their agencies and form a temporary unit together, right?

Hinata: Yeah, somethin’ like that. C’mon, what is it? Show me!

Wow, it is! How nice~, I still have yet to get mine…

I’m really looking forward to forming a temporary unit with a bunch of different members from the agencies.

Doesn’t it kinda remind you of back at Yumenosaki, with our seniors around? Back then, we also worked with lots of different people.

Tomoya: Now that you mention it… I’ve been taking on so much ES work lately that I forgot about that.

Hinata: We got to get to know others through work… And it happened pretty often, too. So that’s why I’m looking forward to this.

Tomoya: Personally, I prefer teams with members that I’m close to... I'm no good at talking with people I don't know, it makes me really nervous. Especially if they’re my senior.

Hinata: Really? Well, they say communication can be carried out just with a smile and some gesturing!

Tomoya: You’re as optimistic as ever. The same goes for Mitsuru, too.

Hinata: Fufufu. There’s no point in being gloomy about things, y’know.

Anyway, Tomo-kun. Who are the members of that Shuffle Unit after all? I’m pretty sure it’s written in that message.

Tomoya: Ahh, that’s right. I forgot to check…! I need to look at it properly.

Ehh, the members…

Tomoya: What?! Hajime?! And Himemiya, Harukawa, and Shiratori… Is this for real?!

It’s not a mistake or prank, right? Right?!

Hinata: No way?! Really?!

Ahh, how per~fect! Look Tomo-kun, it’s a circle of friends for you! Isn’t this kinda cheating?!

Tomoya: Yeah, yeah! I didn’t expect it to be such an easy group to work with either!

Hehe… Actually, I was really a little worried~ I feel like if I had been grouped with a bunch of seniors, I’d end up having to be overly mindful.

Tomoya: I doubt there’ll be any problems this way. I think we can work together to make this Shuffle project a success ♪

[acheronist]

ok here's my player fansign event gossip

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i was running a teensy bit late so i didn't get to say hi to rasmussen but he did look VERY handsome and looked a bit afraid LMAO. my sweet moose was probably out of his depth.. socially awkward darling

debrincat came out second and he was so so so so kind to fans. he was taking a ton of time to stop and sign something for EVERYONE who wanted something signed. about 8 or 9 guys passed him and went inside before he was nearly done walking thru the crowd to sign stuff... :'-) welcome home kitty we love u + it was so nice to see him recognize how excited we are for him too rahhh

i honestly dont remember seeing andrew copp at all but he must have walked by lol

berggren was sooo 🤏🏻🤏🏻 and cute and polite. he signed things very neatly and small and carefully (literally just JB48 in like a 1" square. its ok baby u can take up more space) + we congratulated him on getting called up again because we all love to see him skate and he seemed really genuinely surprised/pleased to hear it

it seemed like ville was bouncing back and forth between both sides of the walk a ton... also just trying to sign everything for everyone who wanted it... he was so 🙂 shaped though.. and he really is pale as fuck i think my guy was refracting sunlight as he walked by. i liked his signature a lot though it was very tight + angular + neatly written. big emphasis on the double Ls in his name. I dont even remember if he spoke though i'll be real.

ben chiarot looked sharp as FUCK. he had a turtleneck on under his suit jacket and his hair all slicked back..... he was serving sexy team dilf without children realness. so my bestie asked him if he just got done at a GQ model shoot while he was signing her shirt and he smirked and laughed under his breath a bit. whore <3

fischer was really fun to look at irl. his face is crazy i want 2 draw him. thats all i got LMAO. i dont remember anything else sorry to the christian fischer stans of tumblr dot com

compher was very polite too but he was moving thru the crowd really quick.. again i think he was just awkward and a little out of his depth w the crowd in the same way ras was? but he was very polite + nice + softspoken tho and i took a selfie w him for @comphy-and-cozy because she's violently in love with him but couldn't be there LOL

ghost looked SAUR sexy.. dark green suit well tailored very kind and polite.. i like that boy ! he was really softspoken too which surprised me because he's been such a freaky bitch on the ice lately

i also dont remember sprong at all but i do remember thinking it was kind of a #serve to match the toque to be the same burgundy color as his suit (also extremely well tailored. everyone looked very handsome). creative ways to make early male pattern baldness be kind of cunty + well dressed for the weather.

DYLAN.... DYYLAAANNNNNNNNNN

he was so so lovely.. definitely doing the same move as debrincat where he was just taking his damn time to sign smth for everyone who wanted smth. he was kind of in Good Captain Autopilot Mode it really reminded me of clips of stevie from the 90s... hockeytown loves our captains so much its unreal. but he signed my jersey and said hi to our little group and i sooo shaky lmao. but i handed him the art & he started to sign the plastic sleeve it was in? and I went no it's for you! and he kind of checked back into real life and went oh OH!!!!! and smiled when he actually looked at it and carried it w him thru the rest of the line :'-) idk i feel like he must get a lot of gifts from fans? but he definitely looked at it inside the doors of the LCA and he definitely carried it w him and didn't throw it away immediately so. big win for people who are me.

lucas and mo were funny asf they made it about 75% of the way thru the line and then the sun came out and was in their eyes and they both said ok i'm done now thank u and left. #respect

joey was so cute.. my bestie made a sign calling him a himbo last year and (then) he asked what a himbo was so we said Lmao google it, and this year he was signing stuff and talking to us and we were like "did you ever google what a himbo was" and he went huh. ohhh yeah lol like he was somehow both Pleased and Very embarrassed about it . cutesie.

newsy came out too!! and his daughter was with him and it was so cute they had matching friendship bracelets and newsy was like (to us the crowd) omg guys can we take a selfie ? can we do that?? and we were like Dawg you're head coach you can do anything you want..... so we all got a selfie w him LMAOOOO and he was so sweet and gently spoken and kind to fans. which still is crazy. i get whiplash every time how different he is to blash (the old coach who was a bitch and looked like he wanted to call people slurs but knew better) its unreallll

i think all the interviews where walman's said how much he likes detroit + feels wanted here weren't lies or exaggerations at all.... he stuck around so long to sign things for everyone (like dylan and debrincat did) and I think he was the last guy on the walk? and he was so funny and smiley and happy to be there.. my fucking GUY!!!!

[definitelynotshouting]

helloooo friend :D !! tis i, bug anon

saw you weren't doing great from previous asks, hope whtever is happening gets better :(

my college searching thing is going a bit (?) better BUT i have major concerns about being discriminated about at the university my parents want me to go to which sucks :/

in other news, i accidentally told a customer "happy valentines gay! :)" and she was like "???? thanks ?" I WAS MORTIFIED DUDE

also! if you don't mind, could you tell me a bit abt your religion/who you worship? the only reason i would ask is bc i saw your prayer thing for jellie and had never heard of that god/goddess before (i believe she's from Egyptian mythology? idk) anyway if you dont feel like sharing, no worries :D

-🐛

HEY BUG ANON!!! :D thank u for the well-wishes, i really appreciate them a ton!! I hope the college searching goes better, it sounds real rough on your end :((( also AKSNAKDNKS HAPPY VALENTINES GAY....... THATS SO FUCKJNG FUNNY HELP MEEEE if someone said that to me while out and about i would be ecstatic truly KSNDWKNDKSNSJSNS

Sure, i can try and give a quick crash course in kemeticism if you're curious!! (As a general disclaimer to any OTHER kemetics who might see this, im gonna attempt to keep this very layman-friendly, so if i skip nuances in favour of simplifying stuff thats why. I'll leave some resources at the end of this post!)

Uhhh okay so kemetic paganism is a neopagan religion based off of ancient egyptian religious practices. There are a lot of different ways folks practice kemeticism-- such as reconstructionism (or recon; aka strict adherence to the rituals of antiquity), revivalism (adapting ancient rituals and practices into the modern era), and eclecticism (for the sake of simplicity, we'll say this is essentially taking several different practices from many other religions and combining them all into one personal practice). I fall somewhere between revivalism and eclecticism, mostly by virtue of also working with Hermes and Loki, though my practice is primarily kemetic in nature.

In short, i worship the ancient egyptian gods-- my patron, or a god whom i am particularly close with and mainly dedicated to, is the cat goddess Bast (also known as Bastet, although thats actually a mistranslation of her name). Bast is known by many epithets, but one translation of her name is "Lady of the Ointments"; its written with the hieroglyphs for a bas-jar (aka a perfume/ointment jar) and a loaf of bread (the "t" sound). She's a solar goddess associated with protection, is an Iryt Ra (Eye of Ra; Goddesses who protect and nurture the sun god Ra), and like many (and i do mean many) other kemetic gods, also holds ties to fertility. In the past she was depicted as a lioness, then later became associated with the domestic housecat, where she picked up additional ties to motherhood; she also began picking up attributes from close association with Het-hert (Hathor), which resulted in further associations with music, dancing, and the arts. She's often depicted holding an aegis (a collar-like necklace with a deity's head on it) and a sistrum (a musical rattle).

She's a very fierce but loving goddess whom i have been worshipping for the last 11 years :] i also work with other kemetic deities-- of my "personal quintet," as i like to joke, i work with Djehuty (Thoth), Sekhmet, and occasionally Sutekh (Set/Seth) and Heru-wer (Horus the Elder). And, ofc, from outside the kemetic pantheon i work with Hermes and Loki, who happens to be my other patron!!

Im very glad that my formal petition to Bast for Jellie has brought those who have seen it some much-needed comfort, and its nice that its also made some people curious about kemeticism!! If youve got any specific questions, feel free to drop me a line off anon or in dms! :] im always happy to chat!!

Some further reading if you're interested:

Per-Bast (a website dedicated to Bast that holds very good information and resources)

Kemetic Starter Guide

Kemetic FAQ

[finn-m-corvex]

*ROLLS INTO YOUR FINNBOX* FINN!!

I really hope ur alright after that whole anon thing, I can't believe how much a bitch people can be bro :/// all because they couldnt wait like if you arent an actual person to them

sending u alot of hugs!!! here, have a pic I caught on the road, I'm at ras sidr rn but we're just heading to the town we'll be staying at! almost there :DD

LEVI!!! Hi!! I hope you don't mind that I took a little while to respond, I've just been processing :<

I'm okay! This isn't the first time my stuff has been fed into AI and used to make content so this isn't my first grieving process, but turns out it never really gets easier. Mostly I've just been trying to stave off the guilt that I feel for taking so long with ch5, because I truly did not intend for it to take this long. I'm channeling most of my frustration into my current writing though so that's always nice.

:D thank you for the hugs!! I'm giving you so many back <3 <3 AND THAT'S SO PRETTY WOWOWOWOW I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU!

[koreanpepamadrigal]

hi y'all! happy opening 🎉 as a housewarming gift, i (yun, 20+, s/h) bring what the cat dragged in: miss KYUNG SEOYOUNG, your friendly neighbour grad student ta who you see more than the actual professor.

more under the cut, with both ims & discord available for plotting upon request! like this 4 plotting, and i'll come say hi! ♡

pre-sua: much like her parents, she stays unregistered. they're living a nice cushy life parading as humans, and they want the same for seoyoung. tell her to keep her mutation a secret, and she'll do fine.

and yk what, they're right! she's living the life! gets into her dream university after she graduates from high school, and even manages to date a nice guy!

and well…. attitudes towards mutants are changing. she lets him in on her little m-word secret, and everything's peachy keen- till she gets an internship and he doesn't.

that's when he lets slip to their school that she's a big bad. she's kicked out of the university, the government's on her ass, and it's on top of the news cycle for a week.

she spins it as best as she can; a dumb, silly girl who was of course getting around to registering when questioned by the relevant authorities--- it's not her fault she found out during finals season! there's interest in the case, and she capitalises off it in hopes the attention will mean lesser repercussions. she's just a girl who wanted to live a quiet normal life like everyone else, ok? :(

girlbossed, gaslit and gatekept (from university)

goes to show that dating men is probably the worst thing you can do to yourself

'lying is ok if it gets you what you want' - seoyoung, probably

anyway, sua opens its doors shortly after, and she gets back on track! she's more than happy to take the patch rash in exchange for a degree, thanks.

currently, she's pursuing a phd in one of sua's labs and regretting it... she's determined to stick it out, though, simply out of spite. her advisor may be the worst person to walk the face of the earth, but seoyoung's absolutely not giving her the satisfaction of quitting

for plotting's sake, i'll keep the classes she tas for pretty vague-- if they take a science class/lab, let's gaurrr. staff shortages also have her covering for unrelated classes, so it's really a toss-up re: whether she actually knows the content or not.

if u've read this far... send me a welcome msg w/ a science class ur muse would take and we can figure it out from there... i'll even throw in a funny seoyoung-esque email reply... ooo u wanna message me so bad 🌀🌀🌀

emails students back at 5am. uses emojis and thinks ‘😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❓❓❓❓❓’ constitutes a proper reply. has fucky signoffs- if you ask her a dumb question, expect a: Why?, Kyung Seoyoung

serious serious ‘Sent from my iPhone’ energy

please don’t talk to her, she has no self control and will talk to you for 4h instead of getting work done.

is also a ra at yellow hall. if it comes down to the resident vs her free housing? she's picking the housing every time. doesn't care that much, though. just don't fuck around during her rounds and she'll close an eye to whatever.

takes weather-related requests and charges an arm and leg for it. if you want your first date to be sunny, be prepared to cough up for it per hour.

always tired, but also always awake.

will never miss an offer to drink and bitch about her advisor, and is quite possibly landsliding towards alcoholism.

connection ideas: late 20s and up squad... / undergrads who love her as a ta / undergrads who hate her as a ta / yellow hall residents / someone who pissed her off and is now being rained on 24/7 / someone who really wants x weather but isn't willing to/can't cough up the $$ to make it happen... they WILL be bothering her for it tho!

[sinbury]

I’m relieved to hear you’re doing better!! I’m really sorry it took me a while to get to you life has really been beating me down lately and it made me nonverbal, I have thought of you though, how have you been?

I’m sorry, how’ve you been with that? I’ll never understand your loss but I do understand your bond, I have an older sibling and she means a lot to me. It’s funny huh they know how to tick you off but at the end of the day your each other’s missing piece.

Ohh okay good questions!! I do have a cat. I’ll show you pictures when I reveal myself but she’s a grey tabby!! I adore her and found her in the streets lol I have an older sister aaand my favorite hobby is crochet it gives my hands something to do yanno? I get pretty antsy so that helps. I wanna learn bass or maybe drums in the future (I heard the ladies love a girl who plays an instrument and I need something—anything to impress lol) jk I love the sound them 😊 okay, I’ll keep this short buuut I love villains because how misunderstood they are, most of them are woman and our feelings are belittled even in the media. It’s always “they’re crazy” or “you can’t excuse their behaviors because of their trauma” failing to realize that not everyone comes out of trauma as a soft uwu. Trauma isn’t pretty. And most men are forgiven by the public even after making terrible decisions. Some actions become a defensive mechanism and we just want what we deserve. People fail to see that with woman. Men get to feel rage and destruction and literally nobody bats an eye, that behavior is so normalized god forbid woman feel that same intensity of rage and selfishness without the public making entire studies about their behavior. I think 2 of my favorites that I can think of at the top of my head are Catra from shera and Jinx from Arcane. Maybe I’m bias? Now your turn, hobbies? What tv show are you currently watching? Fave season? - Red ❤️

thanks for responding!! i was starting to get worried abt u hehe xx im sorry to hear lifes been hard enough to make you nonverbal :( i dont know what thats like specifically but i know it must fucking suck. i hope u feel better soon and im sending u love 💕

grief sucks ass but its always nice to hear about other peoples siblings!! makes me feel a little bit closer to my brother sometimes :)

i am SO excited to see ur kitty!!! i love that u enjoy crochet bc i have dabbled in it myself and omg its tedious!! kudos for having that patience lmao. i def recommend learning bass too bc my brother was teaching me for a while and its SO FUN !!!!!! 1000/10 makes u feel like a sex god

i like your breakdown of villains in media too, thats always why ive been drawn to them too! especially hot sexy women who do unspeakable acts theres just something so good and cathartic about seeing that 😍😍😍 i havent seen all of she-ra or arcane but i do LOVE jinx from what little i know of her!!! probably due to my harley quinn obsession when i was in high school lmaooo

my pretty much only hobby is art. i just say art as a broad term bc i tend to skip around mediums forever and ever hehe i love all kinds of art!! im not currently watching anything new but one of my fav series is an old detective drama called Life bc the symbolism and the writing is just SO chefs kiss that ive seen it approximately 274818858 times!!! it only has 2 seasons and both are so beautiful in different ways :)

i realize now that i dont even know your pronouns smh!! tell me more abt u!!!! i need all the juicey deets >:3

[transfreakish]

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[very c*nsored, to avoid being in s*arches]

z*onist or neutral

under 16 (nothing personal, just a boundary!)

pro/c*mship ,, (no)m*ps/z**s ,, pro-harmful p*ras or pro-c*ntact/anti-r*covery ,, dis*bility f*tishists ,, those who s*xualize r*gression

radqueer ,, gender crit*cal ,, sw*rfs t*rfs or r*dfems ,, tr*scum/tr*nsmed ,, against neopr*nouns or xenog*nders (which should be obvious?) ,, against h*sbians, th*ysbians, sh*gays, etc ,, against it/its pr*nouns

anti-cl*ster b ,, believe in “narc*ssistic ab*se” or anything similar ,, those who use d*sorders or d*sabilities as insults ,, against PROPERLY AND THOROUGHLY RESEARCHED self-dx ,, users of the terms “sysm*d”/“tr*umascum”

avid sysc*ursers (more specifically, i hate being involved in any sort of conflict, so please dont try to ask my opinion on shit or include me in any of it and youll be fine; i am a m*dically r*cognized did syst*m, and thats all anyone here needs to know, thanks!)

BYF

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i identify with the words “q*eer” and “f*g”. i will not cw/tw usage of either of these. i also will not cw/tw use of the word “cr*pple”, as a phys*cally dis*bled person who reclaims it.

activity will be on and off a lot of the time.

i am prone to spam reblogging; i try to space out queueing posts from a blog if a mod states discomfort with anyone doing so, but if i mess up, i am genuinely sorry!

as said multiple times here, PLEASE dont post anything connected to this blog to any sort of “cr*nge collecti*n”, such as “cr*nge comp” videos, any subr*ddits such as f*kedisord*rcr*nge or didcr*nge, any forum or site of a similar nature, and all other things like this that could even remotely fall into that category that i didnt name. i am not mentally well (yes, i am getting pr*fessional help), and being posted to these would be highly str*ssful to an unbearable extent due to p*ranoia and past tr*uma of being a target of extreme h*rrassment (ie multi-platform chasing and d*xxing) and stalking. please respect this very simple boundary by leaving this blog alone if you find me cr*ngy, hate me or anything i post, or speculate that im faking anything (though any issue posted about here is either something i have a diagn*sis for, am actively seeking/working on assessment or diagn*sis for, or is simply being saved because i know someone with the d*sorder or d*sability who would enjoy a post). i would not say all of this or c*nsoring things so extensively if i was not very serious and worried about this. if you’ve read this with ill intent but decided against taking action, thank you so much for being kind, i do appreciate it, have a very nice day. :]

DIRECTORY FOR SELF

(c/nsor/d so it wont sh/w up in s/arch/s, since this is a p/rson/l c/llecti/n; th/s isnt a typ/ng qu/rk, its a s/fety prec/ution while still being r/adable and acc/ssible for me.)

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G/NDER

AL/GNM/NT

m/sc : m/sc or m/sc-al/gned, or using m/sc or b/y or similar as pr/fixes or s/ffixes.

f/m : f/m or f/m-al/gned, or using f/m or g/rl or similar as pr/fixes or s/ffixes.

n/u : n/u or n/u-al/gned, or using any pr/fix or s/ffix that indicates unal/gnment, andr/gyny, or g/nder n/utrality.

m/lti : al/gning with m/ltiple of the above.

SP/CIFIC CAT/GOR/ES

b/sic : g/nders that can typ/cally fall w/thin the g/neral g/nder sp/ctrum.

n/uro : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to neur/diverg/ncy or m/ntal h/alth.

phys : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to disab/lity or phys/cal h/alth.

w/rd : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to phr/ses or w/rds.

w/b : g/nders c/nnected to anything d/gital, techn/log/cal, or int/rnet-re/ated.

an/mal : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any sort of an/mal.

col/r : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to col/rs.

emot : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to emot/ons.

m/sic : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to m/sic, s/ngs, instr/ments, etc.

med/a : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any med/a not already included in other t/gs.

th/ng : g/nders ending in the s/ffix “thing”.

b/di : g/nders with the s/ffix “b/diment”, or being the emb/diment of s/mething.

fo/d : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to anyth/ng coms/mable or r/lated to that.

c/te : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to things that are considered c/te or s/ft.

sc/ry : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to things that are considered sc/ry or unsettl/ng.

d/vine : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to anyth/ng rel/ted to div/nity, ang/ls, or th/mes of rel/gion or (un)hol/ness.

ae/ : g/nders infl/uenced by or c/nnected to a sp/cific aesth/tic, sty/e, subc/lture, etc.

em/ji : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to a sp/cific em/ji or comb/nation of em/jis.

fr/ak : g/nders c/nnected to th/mes of being unus/al, un/que, we/rd, off, or “cr/nge”.

gensr : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to ones s/xual or rom/ntic ori/ntation.

xxx : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to potenti/lly m/ture or ad/lt th/mes.

S/BCATEG/RIES

c/nine : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to d/gs or other c/nines.

f/line : g/nders inf/uenced by or c/nnected to c/ts or other f/lines.

h/rror : g/nders inf/uenced by or c/nnected to the h/rror g/nre in some way.

fl/ra : g/nders inf/uenced by or c/nnected to fl/ra, f/ngi, and other gr/enery in n/ture.

aq/a : g/nders influenced by or c/nnected to w/ter and th/ngs that live in it.

bug : g/nders influenced by or c/nnected to any sort of ins/ct or sp/der.

w/rld : g/nders inf/uenced by or c/nnected to other th/ngs in n/ture, such as l/ndscapes, the we/ther, etc.

t/y : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to more “f/n” inan/mate obj/cts, such as pl/shies, d/lls, t/ys, or other such th/ngs.

cl/th : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to sp/cific art/cles of cl/thing or acc/sories.

inan/mate : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to var/ous inan/mate objects not covered above.

act : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to acti/ns or anyth/ng sim/lar, such as car/ers or h/bbies.

g/me : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any sort of g/mes or ch/racters from them.

l/ve : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any type of l/ve, affect/on, etc.

s/bst : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any type of s/bstance (ie c/garettes, alc/hol, w/ed, etc).

m/at : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to m/at, the b/dy in a more v/sceral way (ie b/dy h/rror), g/re, and s/milar th/ngs and th/mes.

str/nge : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to anyth/ng str/nge or offp/tting, such as l/fe and de/th, d/cay, or l/minal sp/ces.

inh/man : g/nders infl/enced by feelings of not being h/man, or h/manity displ/yed in an unn/tural way.

b/ast : g/nders infl/enced by or c/nnected to any s/rt of cr/ature, m/nster, or oth/rwise myst/cal, paran/ormal, or nonex/stent thing.

m/sc : g/nders not fitting any of the above categ/ries.

OTHER

v/sil : l/bels re/ating to v/sility; s/mething, in some way, affecting an add/tional, m/ny, or all areas of ones ident/ty.

ald/rn : ald/rnic; l/bels for one who w/shes to have featur/es or a b/dy that d/viate from what is exp/cted from n/rmal h/man st/ndard or pr/sentation.

or/ent : any l/bel rel/ting to s/xual, r/mantic, or other or/entations of attr/ction.

alt/rh/man : l/bels rel/ting to ident/fying outside of h/manity, such as alt/rhumanity, nonh/manity, th/rianthrophy, end/lics, etc.

m/ntal : fl/gs, l/bels, or id/ntities r/lating to neur/diverg/ncy, being aut/stic, or a m/ntal illn/ss.

d/sab/lity : fl/gs, l/bels, or id/ntities r/lating to phys/cal d/sability.

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[nikikyuuun]

Hiya~! So nice to see a new Enstars Blog~! Can I request Hinata, Yuta and Nazuna. There isn't a lot of 2wink content, which is kinda sad since Hinata and Yuta the best (they share first place with Nazuna XDD) So can I request a S/O teaching the three, separately of course, how to waltz? Thank you if you can. I sent you good luck on your blog!

hellohelloo, it's v nice to be here, and thank you for your well wishes!! there really isn't much 2wink content at all + i've got a ra*bits song stuck in my head rn so i really had fun writing this! the prompt was really cute too. i only realised after writing that it isn't... 100% focused on the actual learning how to waltz, but i still hope you enjoy! sending u good vibes ♡

❧ hinata, yuta, and nazuna being taught how to waltz

content warnings: none

❧ thanks to his idol work, hinata thinks he's a pretty good dancer, if he does say so himself! he'll admit that waltzing—or ballroom dancing of any kind, really—is a little bit out of his depth, but what he might lack in immediate skill he makes up for in eagerness! and he has you for a teacher, so he's not worried at all~

❧ he's a fairly quick learner, too! whether you suggest teaching him the waltz or he does, he says almost right away that he thinks it'd be fun to spin and dip you that cheesy way people in western dramas always tend to do. he thinks of it as a long-term goal!

❧ that being said, it's definitely possible to be too eager. there's a chance hinata might've gotten a little flustered when you told him to put his hand on your waist, and when you corrected his posture, and when you put your hand on his shoulder... there's also a chance he might have stepped on your toes by mistake. expect a lot of "it was an accident, i'm sorry!"s during your little lesson. he'll make up for it in physical affection and dessert, don't worry—he won't let you get the short end of the stick!

❧ he's a bit of a ways off from spinning you around properly without any collateral damage on either end (hinata supposes his own toes getting stepped on is just karma), but just about any time spent with you is a good time. he has no trouble saying it right to your face, either!

❧ yuta is just as eager as his brother to learn from you! he's also a lot calmer to the point where one might even wonder if he's excited at all, but the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes don't lie. he really, truly is looking forward to it! he's just not as hyper as a certain someone.

❧ he's almost hyper-aware of where his hands are. and his feet, too. and his elbows...and knees... just about everything, really. yuta's already pretty embarrassed being so close to you—ah, he can see an eyelash that fell on your cheek—that bumping into you too much or, heaven forbid, stepping all over you, would be too much to handle, he thinks.

❧ his pace is a bit on the slower end because of this! please be patient with him: he's just watching his feet. very intently. you'd think his eyes were glued to the floor if not for how he glances up at you with a shy little smile when you point it out to him. he just wants to make sure he gets every step right! his 2wink dances are so different from this that it's throwing him for a loop, a little.

❧ slow and steady definitely does pay off, though~ not only is he able to pull it off without a hitch—with time, obviously—but the light, bubbly sound of his laughter is more than payment enough!

❧ nazuna's pretty flexible, and looking at a lot of the ra*bits choreography, he's not too shabby with footwork, either! especially with all the hopping... he might be a little skeptical the first time you suggest it, but the idea definitely grows on him! maybe sometime you'll notice bits of your waltzes integrated into ra*bits choreography~

❧ don't tease him about his height, though. he loves you, but if you comment on how the taller person is supposed to lead, right? his leg might just slip. right into your shins.

❧ he's kidding. for the most part. if he does end up slipping so bad that you end up as collateral damage, though, he'd waste little time in apologising and patching you up if you need it. sometimes he can seem like a doting parent more than a boyfriend, but it's cute how red he can get if you tease him about it~

❧ nazuna's definitely a quick study! he might flub a little here and there, but for the most part it's a pretty smooth lesson. he's a very pleasant pupil! he's sure to tell you if any of your instructions or demonstrations are messy or vague at all, and you might even catch him practicing on his own! nothing trumps dancing with you, though. he might not say it outright, but there's no better partner than you!

[fiadorable]

neon - a snw fic

📖 Chapel, Ortegas, and Uhura in a karaoke bar 🎬 Rated F for feelings and H for hands and U for unbeta'd woohoo! 💜 This is for @ussjellyfish

Takes place before All Those Who Wander chronologically but has no spoilers

"Well, I, for one, did not realize that Nausicaans sang operettas," Ortegas said, slinging back the last of her drink and waving their waiter down for another. Her leg bounced up and down under the table as she tapped a rudiment next to her cocktail napkin with her fingertips. "Chapel, Uhura, another round?"

"I could go for another," Chapel said. "Get me one while I run to the refresher? No sugar this time, I want it with that Rock of Gibraltar twist."

Ortegas made a face, but nodded and slid out of the booth to let Chapel out. "And what about you, Nyota?"

The cadet shook her head, golden sunburst earrings flashing with silky waves of greens, blues, and pinks from the neon lights coating nearly every inch of the walls in the bar. "No, thanks. I have the early shift tomorrow morning."

"Well if you're not going to drink, then you have to go sing," Ortegas said, pointing up at the currently empty karaoke stage. Nobody wanted to follow the Nausicaan too closely, she guessed. "I heard Spock telling Number One you had a 'pristine' singing voice."

"He did?" Uhura flushed and wilted in on herself for a moment, but a second later sat up taller, proud, smiling a little.

Atta girl.

Ortegas nodded. "That's practically a rave review from a Vulcan."

Leg tired. Time to bounce the other one.

Uhura leaned over the table a bit to see past a gaggle of young humans and Andorians returning from a trip to the 'fresher, and Ortegas caught a whiff of her perfume? Soap? Lotion? She smelled like sunshine and rain.

"Okay," she said, sitting back, and Ortegas only just managed to cover the silly little grin on her own face with her hand. "I'll do it."

"Great."

Ortegas watched Uhura thread her way through the crowd to the stage and thoughtfully select a song from the karaoke screen. Their waiter finally made it to the table, and she put in another order for herself and Chapel as the song queued up.

"U-hu-ra!" she bellowed, cupping her hands around her mouth, grinning at the smile her chant elicited and the small wave she received in return.

On the stage, Uhura readjusted her grip on the cordless mic, looking down at the floor as the opening chords of Vulcan lute thrummed from the speakers stuffed into the corners of the room. And then she looked up. And she sang.

Ortegas propped her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her hands. Uhura's voice soared, her entire body seeming to soak in all the available light until it was like she was the only source of it in the room. It was clear the rest of the patronage thought so as well, so much did the din recede as the song went on, and Ortegas found herself sitting completely still, contemplating her friend. The younger woman stoked the crowd's enthusiasm with a magnetic presence until the last, unearthly high note died away.

The crowd roared their approval as the song finished, and she gracefully declined the calls of an encore as she made her way back to their table.

Uhura slid back into the booth, grinning. "That was amazing, thank you for pushing me to do it."

Ortegas blew air through her lips and shook her head. "I'm gonna kick Spock's ass."

"Why?" Uhura's brows peaked in distress.

"Because 'pristine' doesn't even begin to cover you," Ortegas said, gently pressing her foot atop Uhura's under the table, and then retreating.

"Oh," Uhura flushed again and wrapped her hands around her sweating glass of water. "Wow, that's really nice of you to say."

Before Ortegas could reply, Chapel returned to the table. She wasn't alone, though. A tall woman with electric purple hair had an arm wrapped around Chapel's waist, and as they approached they laughed together about some shared amusement.

Ortegas tapped her fingers against the base of her glass. The waiter brought over the new drinks just as the pair reached the table.

"Erica, Nyota, this is Breanne!" Chapel said, her voice high and bright with the two drinks she'd already consumed. "She wants to go do science with the Vulcans!"

"Oh, that's great," Ortegas said, plastering an interested smile on her face. "Hi, Breanne. Do you want to sit with us?"

Chapel's smile dimmed a bit. "Oh, well, I was going to go sit with Breanne's group. They're all attending the Vulcan Science Academy and I wanted to dish on genetic modifications to half-human species and--"

"Go, begone with ye," Ortegas said, waving them away. "Just don't forget, last transport back ot the ship is 0200."

"I won't forget," Chapel said, already turning away, new drink clutched in her free hand.

"You always forget," Ortegas called at her back. Chapel raised her drink in acknowledgement, but didn't turn, and the lean of her body into Breanne's siphoned a bit of the oxygen from the air in Ortegas' lungs.

"You really like her, don't you?" Uhura observed quietly.

Ortegas tapped a more complicated rudiment. "Well, to be fair, I don't really know Breanne well enough to say one way other the other."

Uhura rolled her eyes and smiled, reaching across the table to still her hand. "No. I meant Christine."

For a moment, she forgot who Christine was, because Uhura's fingers were soft and warm against her own (cold, her fingers were always cold from working the consoles at the helm) and her fingernails were painted with a shimmery silver polish. And then she squeezed her hand.

"It's just a workplace crush," Ortegas said to their hands. The impulse to let her hand fall over beneath hers, to trace the lines time etched into her palms and caress the gentle strength in the grasp of her fingers was almost overwhelming. Almost. "I'll get over it. I always do."

Uhura hummed and pulled back, breaking the contact. Then she slid out of the booth and walked around to sit next to her. For a moment, they didn't touch, didn't say anything. A Tellerite was butchering an old Earth ballad in the background. And then Uhura reached for her hand again.

"So you do believe in workplace crushes," she said, not looking her, but smiling, softly, hopefully.

Ortegas let go of the breath she was holding and slowly laced her fingers with Uhura's. "Yeah," she said. "I do."

[stuckonmain]

Anemoia (Over the Garden Wall x Fem! reader) Pt.4

I was not having a good time. The morning had started out all right, with (Y/N) saying my poems were good, Beatrice getting off my back, and Greg having fun singing silly songs.

Then (Y/N) flipped out at me- I’m flattered that she cares about my safety, but still. Being yelled at for something that went perfectly fine kinda hurts. I mean, she apologized, like immediately, but it was shocking in the moment.

But we resolved that quick enough. The real problems came when we left the schoolhouse. About an hour after leaving, we were hit by a storm. My cloak was warm, but it didn’t have a hood. So I was soaked. Beatrice got by because (Y/N) let her ride in her satchel, but (Y/N) was soaked too. It was like the world was warning us that if we continued forward, we’d regret it.

And regret it I do. There’s another THUNK as I’m thrown forward into a stack of hay. I looked across the tiny cart to Greg, who’s positioned at an angle where he can see outside.

“Gr-Greg,” I say, my voice came out all weird and garbled from being tossed up and down.

“Ha-as it st-t-top-ped ra-ining y-yet?!” If it has, then we can go out and walk instead of staying dry in this dumb cart.

“I-I’m pret-t-ty s-sure this dr-driver is cra-a-ay-yzy.” (Y/N) says, looking almost sick. I doubt I look any better, based on how much I feel like throwing up.

There’s a distant yell of ‘THE BEAST IS UPON US!’, not unlike all the other times the driver has screamed tonight.

“Greg, i-is the-ere a be-e-east outside?” I doubt it, but safety first.

“Mmm, I found a duck. Do-do yo-o-u kno-w-w ho-w-w to make eggs from a duck? I’m hungry.”

“Yes, but what about the beast?”

“I didn't see a beast.”

Beatrice pops her head out of (Y/N)’s satchel. “Yeesh, this driver is nuts! He’s totally taken us off course!”

“Mmm, nuts..”

(Y/N) frowns. “Extra walking, or rain, which is worse?”

“Well we won’t have a choice with this guy acting all bananas!” Beatrice snaps.

“Mmm...banana nut duck bread.” Smiles Greg.

There’s a flash of lightning. The cart comes to an abrupt halt, throwing our group outside.

I pull myself out of the mud, and consider offering (Y/N) a hand- it’d be nice of me, and (Y/N) is cool, but maybe it’s too forward? Maybe she’ll think I’m weird? Maybe- I realize that I unconsciously stuck my hand out when I feel wet fingers grab mine.

“Thanks.” (Y/N) mutters. (Is she purposefully not meeting my eyes? Ugh, socializing is hard.)

“Ah, finally some good luck. Let’s go to this creepy old tavern and ask for directions.” Says Beatrice from her perch on (Y/N)’s shoulder.

“But..it’s creepy.” I say uncomfortably. “Why don’t you guys go inside and ask for directions, and I’ll just wait out- No, wait, I don’t want to be out here by myself. How about you guys-”

“C’mon, Wirt. We’ll stick together, okay?” (Y/N)’s expression is a cross between empathy and annoyance.

“Um...okay..”

“Taverns have food, usually, right?” asks Greg.

“Yeah, most of the time they do..things are a bit weird here though, so..”

*******

I look around the tavern. It’s got distinctly colonial architecture and interior design, and for a second, I’m back in the sixth grade being led around colonial Williamsburg. That was when I discovered my love for interior design, as I realized that if the interior design there made it feel like we were really in the 1770s, then it follows that a good design can basically take you anywhere you want. But the only place I wanted to be right now was away from the tavern.

The tavern had patrons of all sorts, all with clothing that matched the colonial style of the building. My time travel theory has some merit, I guess.

“Hey there, peach-pot!”

I jump back, taken by surprise. The tavern keeper was talking to me. Why me…(Y/N) is right there..ugh.

“Whatcha doing around- Hey, what’s that bird you got there?!”

“It’s our-”

“I am Beatrice! These three sweet kids and I got a bit lost in the-AHH!” Beatrice ducked behind my shoulder as the tavern keeper tried to hit her with a broom.

“NO BIRDS ALLOWED IN MY TAVERN!” She waves the broom again. “It’s a bad omen when a bluebird enters through your door, it’s bad luck!”

“Lady, bluebirds are good luck! We bring joy and happiness-” WHACK! “AHH! CURSE YOU, LADY! CURSE YOU! YOU'LL DIE SOMEDAY, AND I'LL

LAUGH -- LAUGH! BWAHAHAHA!”

But she only gets the broom waved at her more aggressively.

“Forget this, I’m out of here. (Y/N), you and Greg- and Wirt I guess- you get the directions.” She flys out the window.

I scowl. ‘And Wirt I guess’. Hmph. Sure I’m nervous, but so is (Y/N)..I think. Maybe I am just an incompetent nrevous wreak- no, no. I’ve got us this far, right? That has to count for something...or was it all (Y/N) and Beatrice? It wasn’t...was it? The woodsman said that Greg’s mistakes were my responsibility, so does that make it all my fault? I mean, no, it’s not my fault that Greg ruins things, or at least I didn’t think it was...but the woodsman said...but I’m not Greg’s dad, so why should I take the blame? Why do I keep getting blamed? God, why can’t I just be Jason Funderberker? Jason Funderberker would probably know what to do right now….like (Y/N), Greg, and Beatrice. They don’t get confused or nervous.

“Who are you three anyway, bringin’ bad luck to my tavern?” Asks the tavern keeper.

“I’m Wirt, this is Gregory, and that’s (Y/N).”

She nods impatiently. “That’s great, but who are you?”

I look to (Y/N) for help, only to find she's been pulled away by a couple of women who are muttering things like ‘young love’ and ‘courting’. Huh, I guess they want to set her up with someone. Poor (Y/N)- I’d help if I weren’t pre-occupied.

What am I? I don’t know..I... What am I.. I don’t know! I also don’t know what they want me to say.

“I’m...Wirt. I’m-I’m just a guy, I guess. Umm, what do you mean?”

“ Well, he’s the butcher...there’s the baker...the midwife...the master and apprentice...he’s the tailor, and I’m the tavern keeper. Who are you?”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t really like labels. I’m just sort of, like, myself, you know?”

“Maybe he’s simple.” Says the butcher.

“N-no! No, I’m just lost. See, w-we’re trying to get to-”

“I’m the highwayman.” Says a creepy guy nearby, interrupting me.

“Uh, good to know. Well, so you see-”

“I’m the highwayman. I work with my hands…” He starts to sing an eerie song. I sigh and slump down next to Greg at the table.

*******

“Uh, excuse me sir,” I begin, trying to see if this random patron will know anything about Adelaide.

“Do you possibly know the way to-I mean the directions to..well her name is-”

“Oh, I know what you’re after!” Says the old man, in a jovial Santa Clause-esqe manner.

I relx, relieved. Thank goodness.

“No, you’re most certainly not the witless simple-minded fool everyone takes you for!”

“Everyone thinks I’m-”

“You’re the young lover! You’re looking for directions into your Juliet’s heart! You’re after her!” He points across the room to (Y/N).

“And who could blame you? She’s the prettiest girl I’ve seen in a long time, there’ll be much competition for that one indeed…”

“Oh, no- I didn’t mean-”

“Well, here’s what you do. Write a loving letter boy, with sweeps and swoops and curls! Calligrapher is just the thing to help you win your girl. Then you’ll need to dress up smart, our tailors here by chance…”

He continues, and I stare uncomfortably. I mean, I don’t think I...like (Y/N) like that..and she's right there across the tavern...She’ll notice soon, and she’ll think I like her, and then her and Beatrice will run off leaving me wandering the woods with Greg forever…….

‘You left me!’

‘Not in a million years! You’re just unobservant.’

Right. No she won’t, (Y/N) will understand. She says I’m cool. She says that liking cassette tapes is very...me, whatever that means. (Y/N) is cool, she knows what she’s talking about. And she cares about me, platonically, I mean she flipped out when I put myself in danger. She won’t abandon me, at least not until we’re back home. That’s..that’s good.

“Uh, sir, that’s not what I-” I attempt.

“ ...and what a merry time we’ll have upon your wedding day!” He cuts me off again.

I try to ignore him and just locate (Y/N).

Ah, there she is- what in the world are they-

(Y/N) is at the other side of the tavern. Her hair has been combed through, with a ratty ‘veil’ shoved haphazardly on her head. It looks like it’s about to fall off, but the combed teeth of it are tangled in tightly. Her cloak hangs from a chair, discarded by the excited tavern patrons. But the most jarring thing about the scene is her expression: Her lips are curled into a snarl, her nose is wrinkled, and her eyes are burning with anger. She looks like Athena, ready and willing to turn everyone here into spiders.

And yet no one bats an eye.

I ran towards her, worried. Maybe we should go…

Someone grabs the collar of my cloak, and suddenly I’m hoisted into the air. I writhe around to see what’s happening, and suddenly I’m on sharp shoulders and hands. Out of the corner of my eye I see (Y/N) ripping the veil thing off and running towards me.

“Sing your love song, young lover!” Yells someone.

“No, (Y/N) isn’t-”

“Yeah lover, sing!”

“I don’t-guys, guys-” My protests are listless and are followed up by a chorus of “Sing lover, sing! Sing lover, sing!”

THUMP. Yet again today, I’m thrown onto the ground. I pull myself up and take in all the staring faces. Maybe they’ll listen if it’s in song. But...but I can’t really sing. Well, here goes nothing.

“OhHhh...My name is Wirt and his name is Greg, we’re related because my mom remarried and then gave birth to him with my stepdad!” The band tries to play along, but I can’t sing so there’s no melody to play along to. I sigh.

“And that’s (Y/N), she’s not my girlfriend, but she’s still really...cOol…” My voice cracks.

Maybe I can..improve this.. I walk towards the band.

“We’re not from around here.”

I try to make the musicians switch instruments.

Uh, bad, it’s worse-

“Can you all give me, some directiooons today, so we can be on our-” (I pause to take a breath) “WaaaAAaAy?”

“That ain’t no love song,” Says the butcher aggressively.

“It’s a metaphor.” Sobs the tailor.

Uh, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do-everyone's staring…

I stumble and fall again, and as I get back up I’m hit with a head rush.

“Hey!” says someone, but in the chaos I’m not sure who.

“Wirt!” They pull me forward by the front of my cloak.

“Wha-What?” I feel dazed and light-headed. I...when did I last sleep? Who’s grabbing my shoulders?

“Dude! You’re-you’re not okay...uhh..”

“Hey, (Y/N).? Someone..tell her I don’t feel very good...” I say weakly, and the next thing I know I’m on the ground staring up at a black and white blur.

“Wirt! You okay?”

“I-what happened?”

“You just-collapsed!”

My vision clears as my head stops pounding. The people are yelling and crowding around me, and I’m backed into a corner. (Y/N) and Greg are in front of me, looking scared.

“Yeah, I feel sick..” But as I speak, it fades away.

“We can step outside for a moment, get some fresh air…” (Y/N) suggests as she helps me up.

“Nah, I’ll be..fine. I’ve just..walked for a while, that’s all. We’ve been traveling, y'know..” I try to play it off confidently, hiding how mortified I felt. Or trying to hide, that is.

“Traveling...I know who you are!” says the tavern keeper as I regain my bearings.

“You-you do?”

“You’re the pilgrim!”

“What, like the...the guys who eat turkey and cranberry sauce?”

“No, a pilgrim! A traveler on a sacred journey!”

Someone else nods excitedly, adding, “You're the ruler of your own destiny!”

“The hero of your own story!”

“Tell us your tales, pilgrim!”

“Of your glorious triumph!”

Hey, they….they like me!

“Of your challenges!”

“Of your damsel!”

“Yes, tell us of your damsel, pilgrim!”

“Regale us with your travels!”

Greg smiles. “One time, Wirt fell on a gorilla!

I unhook a lantern from the wall in preparation for the next part.

“Oh, and I found this helpful woodsman who told us what direction to go to avoid the beast.” I swing the lantern dramatically as I speak. The crowd goes silent.

Woah, is this how it feels to be intimidating? Heh, I could get used to this!

“The beast?”

“Oh, goodness…”

There’s a bunch of murmuring, and my confidence wavers.

“Oh, you guys know the beast, too?”

“We all know the beast, pilgrim. He lurks out there in the Unknown, seeking those who are far from home, hoping never to let you return.

ooh-ooh, better beware

ooh-ooh, the beast is out there

ooh-ooh, better be wise and

don't believe his lies!

For once your will begins to spoil

he'll turn you to a tree of oil

and use you in his lantern for

to burn!”

“Lantern? The woodsman carried the lantern…” (Y/N) said, trailing off as her eyes glazed over, probably pondering the scenario as if we’re in some mystery show.

“Damsel, he who carries the dark lantern must be the beast.”

“What? No, the woodsman's a good guy. He warned us of the beast and told us which direction to go to

avoid him.” I cut in.

“And now you're more lost than ever, huh?”

“Yeah, but…”

“Oh, yeah. Can you give us some directions? Our friend Beatrice is trying to take us to Adelaide of the pasture, the good woman of the woods.” Says (Y/N), snapping out of her thoughts.

I nod. “She can help us get home.”

“You don't need directions Pilgrim, you follow that compass inside your heart.” says the apprentice.

“Uh… no, I think we need directions.”

And then there’s a scream in the distance. Beatrice!

“Go save your friend and get yourself home!” says the tavern keeper, smiling, followed by a chorus of cheers and encouragement.

“Pilgrim!”

“You got it!”

(Y/N grabs my arm. “C’mon, let's go.” her voice drops to a whisper as she adds, “The rain is much better than these madmen.”

I sigh. “Okay, so we’re doing this.”

*******

The rain beats down on us, somehow even harder than before. I was pretending I knew how to ride a horse. Greg sits between (Y/N) and I, telling her rock facts.

“Beatrice!” I yell.

“Look, another one of those trees…” (Y/N) continues talking, but her voice gets drowned out by the rain.

“Halt!” a figure looms in the darkness. A figure with an axe. There’s a gasp behind me, and I feel my face pale.

“It's you!” (Y/N) shrieks.

“Hey, Mr. Woodsman!” Greg waves.

“I told you to leave these woods!” He growls.

The light falls on a tree. My heart drops. Beatrice.

“Beatrice!” (Y/N) lurches forward, and in the dim light and rain I can’t tell if she's horrified or furious.

“You're turning her into an edelwood tree!” She jumps off of the horse. (Y/N), no, NO! I watch pathetically, frozen with fear. She glares up towards the woodsman, and despite being at least a foot shorter, seems almost scarier than he is.

“You were the beast all along.” (Y/N) snarls. The lantern light dances over her face, making her eyes glow.

“Greg, get Beatrice!” I manage to choke out.

(Y/N) kicks the woodsman in the shin, and in his daze, I somehow get my hands on his axe.

“What are you doing?!” Cries the woodsman. “Children, the beast is upon you! Agh!” I shove him back with the axe. I freeze as I see a taller, darker figure in the distance. The woodsman is not the beast.

“Get Greg and Beatrice onto the horse, (Y/N)-” I say, trying to stay strong.

Uh, uh, what now, what do I do. Why’d (Y/N) fight the woodsman like that, she said-now's not the time, not now not now. Uh, uh-

I chuck the axe towards the figure impulsively, and as he dodges it I hop onto the horse. (Y/N) pulls the reins, and we’re off.

*******

This time (Y/N) is at the front, and Greg is in the back. I’m tired, and just ran out of adrenaline, but the only way to sleep is to lean on (Y/N) or crush Greg, and neither seem like particularly good options.

We’d been riding silently for about ten minutes when I noticed Greg slump towards me, fast asleep.

“So.” Says (Y/N), without looking back. “I hate that tavern.”

“Huh, I kinda liked it.” I say, absentmindedly. “At the end, at least.”

“It was overwhelming. No one listened to anything I- well, anything we said. And they touched us without invitation, brushing my hair, taking my cloak…”

“Making me sing?”

“Yeah, exactly like that! I mean, Wirt, you fainted. That place was stressful.”

“Ugh, that felt weird. Really embarrassing, too.”

“Yeah...well, you handled it well. Quite clever of you, to blame it on the long journey.”

She thinks I’m...clever?

“I like the titles they gave us, well, mine.” I say, shrugging.

“Hmph. You got a cool title, of course you liked it. I got ‘damsel’!”

“Well you are a girl, a ‘damsel’- you’re just not in distress. You can be, like, the damsel of being badass. I dunno.”

“Ha, yeah, I sorta like that! Needs better wording though.”

“Hmm. The Grim Damsel.”

“Ahh, curses! The nickname returns!” She chuckles. We rode in silence for a moment, before I remembered something that was bothering me.

“Hey, (Y/N), remember what you said yesterday about not diving into dangerous situations impulsively?”

“Uh, yeah?” She turns to meet my eyes briefly. I frown.

“Learn to take your own advice! I mean, well, I-I know how you felt now.”

She winced. “Sorry. You’re-well, you’re right.”

I am?!

“I am a hypocrite, huh, telling you not to do dangerous things and then fighting the woodsman without a second thought...”

“Yeah, a bit. But I get that too. And now I feel bad about yesterday because it is terrifying, you were right. It’s- well, I thought you’d get hurt, and I wouldn’t be able to save you-” I accidentally cut myself off with a yawn.

“Oh, are you tired?” Asks (Y/N), changing the subject.

“Uh, yeah..I guess so,”

“So sleep! We have time.”

“I- I, uh...am I allowed to- y’know-”

“Lean on me?”

“Uhm...yes?” I try not to blush. Touching people is...not something I’m used to.

“Go ahead. Just...don’t overthink it.”

“Okay…”

As I close my eyes, she murmurs, “Goodnight, Kitty.”

Looks like she’s sticking with that nickname.

*******

“Beatrice! You’re up!” I hear (Y/N) shriek. “You all right?” She adds.

“Yeah, I just-I saw a weird shadow and then stupidly flew into a tree and got knocked out.” Beatrice said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, we're all right now.” I say, looking around. It's still dark out, and we’re approaching a mansion. The horse is walking at a fairly slow pace.

“Wirt was amazing! He sang a song, rode a horse, and he and (Y/N) saved you from the axe guy! He's the pilgrim!” I blush at Greg’s praise.

“That's all well and good, but you were supposed to get directions.” Says Beatrice, unimpressed as always.

“Oh, it turns out we did. I just got directions from Fred before you guys woke up.” Says (Y/N) nonchalantly.

“Who?”

“Wirt, Beatrice, meet Fred the talking horse.”

“Nice to horse your acquaintance.” says..Fred, apparently. I guess I’m not too surprised anymore.

“You can talk?!” Says Beatrice. (As if she isn’t a talking bird.)

“Right, well supposedly this mansion up ahead belongs to some crazy rich guy? Fred says that he may or may not give us shelter for the night, so...that’s where we’re headed.”

*******

Author's note: I'm not crazy about this chapter...there isn't a lot of (Y/N) action because this episode is important to Wirt's character, but maybe it's boring? Like re-watching the episode but with more drama and less gorgeous visuals...I dunno. I hope it's good.

[knullanon]

Hey so I would like to request u know how anxious has the whole Dc yan fam well I would like to request just yan batfam, yan superfamily, yan green arrow, yan ra's al ghul, and yan lex luthor all platonic. But like how they met what makes them different if they kidnaped and how ya know. You don't have to do this if it's is to much

Your Friend

-🌹

omg thank you for sending in the request!!! here it is, sorry it wasn’t fast enough lmao!

The batfam

These bitches would find you probably on the street tbh. Like maybe it's on patrol, maybe they saw you while doing day to day activities, and honestly, I think Bruce would be the one to find you. Not to be cliche but i'm pretty sure he's the only one who would think “hmm. It's a child alone on the street. Adopt.” and then just take you.

They would totally take you during the night. You would probably just be walking down a street and they would just snatch you up. I don’t think they would knock you out just as they get you, but they would probably give you some kind of drug to “calm down”.

After you get settled in, it would be like a breeze. Nothing to worry about, food being delivered whenever, and you even got like, 12 kids to keep you company,

As for the ones who would bond with you immediately, it would definitely be Cass, Duke, Tim, Dick (obviously), and Jason (surprisingly).

The superfam

OOF- bitch you’re fucked. Jon probably saw you at school or walking home from school and he took a photo like “:D look! She's friend shaped!!” and almost immediately they would be like “well a new daughter wouldn’t hurt”.

To the kidnapping, either jon or clark would be the ones to get you, maybe even both. Maybe Jon would try to befriend you beforehand to gain your trust. Maybe even (yes i’m gonna include kon why bc i can) Kon would try to talk to you and gain your trust. Maybe meet you at a restaurant and be like “hello, my name is Kon, what’s yours?” If I remember correctly, Kon is sociable so he's obviously gonna be the one to talk more n stuff

After they got you, they probably gave you your own room and tbh I don’t think they would be very worried about you running away, because 1, they are on a farm who the fuck are you gonna call lmao, 2, they are fast. You’re not gonna get very far, and 3, they would act like you were always there. Like you were always a part of their family. And it's a really good act too. They are always honest, so it's not hard to fake their happiness. If you act confused, they’ll act like they need to bring you back to the doctor, as Lois says, “Did that concussion really do something else?”. These bitches WILL manipulate you.

As for the ones who would bond with you immediately… yeah, it’s all of them.

Green Arrow

Honestly pretty chill guy when you first meet him. It's at a coffee shop, and he's asking for a coffee. You give it to him and you’re really nice to him. He decides to go back, just for you. He meets you again and you’re kind of weirded out, but like, he's so nice! And he tips. He tips very well. 

Kidnapping you was a big ass plan he had and somehow it worked. He “hired'' someone into trying to rob you, he never said why, and it was so he could ruin that person's career. Then, he would swoop in to save your ass at the last minute. Then he would say, “Sorry I’m late” and beat the shit out of the guy. Then he would take you.

Since he's rich, he would like, pay for everything. You want some chips? Payed. You want oreos? Payed. You want to go home? Well, you can’t have that, but you can have some more food. I honestly think that he would try to emotionally manipulate you. Like, you were touch starved wherever you were from? Not on his watch. You don’t like the sound of doors slamming? He will make sure to softly close doors. Honestly he's like a normal dad except he won’t let you leave and is really protective.

He would definitely bond with you immediately because he's the one who kidnapped you lmao

Ra’s Al Ghul

Yeah you aren’t getting away from this asshole. He travels alot for “business” and he probably saw you walking with your friends and then he was like “oh my god its a child.” “Yes, it's a child, master, what about her?” “i must have her.” Then boom, new dad. Well, not yet, he would spy on you for a while, but  eventually he would have to come up with a plan to get you.

He would corner you in your house. It would look like someone trying to give a cat some food to bribe them but instead it’s an immortal cult leader and a young girl trying to get some dino nuggets. Will just shove you in a limo and act as though you are the center of the world. “Well of course you can sleep on the bed, who else is it for?” “You’re not a prisoner- well, no you can’t leave the mountain but you can watch the news.” “I will not tolerate this behavior young woman- you are already a young woman, yes, yes you are-”

Honestly like I said above, he would just totally act like a dumbass. His main instinct was to adopt but now it's like “shit what do i do.” he's kind of lenient with some things, and others he's not. Like oh, you forgot to close the cabinet after you got food, no deal, but then you leave the door open and he's like, “????? WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING??????? I’VE GIVEN EVERYTHING YOU WOULD HAVE EVER WANTED AND YET YOU STILL TRY TO LEAVE-” yeah it's a guessing game but other then that he's kinda normal with things.

Just because I like her so much, Talia would definitely bond with you immediately, no questions asked. Like when she heard her father had gotten a new kid she was like “goddamn it who is it now” and then she saw you and was like “i’ve only had ______ for a minute and 35 seconds, but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

Lex Luthor

Once while watching the news he saw you walking about with your friends and so he tracked you down to find out where you lived and who you were with etc. He probably then realized that he liked you a lot, so then he was like “Mercy prepare a room for a teenage girl, I’m about to go get a daughter.” 

Kidnapping plan was genius, deadass just had a bunch of his men take you and hide any evidence. If your family asked or tried to report it, they would get paid off, and if they continued, then, well… 

He would most likely be busy for like 2/4 of the day, but he would always try to make time for bonding with you. When these little “bonding sessions” first started, he would sit in one corner while you would sit in the other. After a while he got closer, and closer, until he was able to sit next to you. In the dad lex fic I had written, the reader had gotten a concussion so they kinda forgot about what happened before they met Lex (they got it during the kidnapping if you’re wondering). He honestly believes he was your father and nothing can stop him from believing so.

Again, mercy would hate you at the beginning, but like after a month, she thought you were fine, and then after a while she would start to grow fond of you.

[robinrequiems]

What if Jon Kent actually existed in injustice, but was killed by joker when Damian was dating him and that broke Damian and made him join superman and stop believing in batman's ways. AU for this? Also maybe Damian tries bringing Jon back via lazarus pits? Pit madnes xjwsdfvbjn :0

• this is so messy and oops for plot holes LMFAO & i strayed so far from the original prompt a bit, but I hope u like

j• on was Damian’s safe haven, jon had actually cancelled their date that day in order to hang out with his mother. ( they are 16 h

• which was fine with damian. Damian had to go help some other people anyways

• but then the explosion of metropolis occurred. jon wasn’t alive anymore ( instead of lois being beaten, jon was and uh died )

“What do you mean he’s gone? He- he can’t be? How is that possible. He’s the.. he’s the stupid next superman? That can’t be possible.”

“I’m sorry, Master Damian.”

“This can’t be real. Please. This has to be a joke. Jon can’t be dead. That’s not fair!”

• damian went back to what he knew best, anger and all that. after finding out joker killed him, and so many others, Damian was angry. he was so angry and overwhelmed by all these stupid emotions he had

( “you and me, D, til the end.” ) damian just laughs bitterly at the memory, guess it wasn’t to the end.

• damian felt numb. his best friend was gone. his boyfriend was gone. they have been dating for a year. it was. amazing. sure they had a few arguments, of course, but they were okay. damian. loved him. so much.

• why’s jon gone? he didn’t deserve to die. jon was amazing, he was everything everyone would want. he was rhe nice boy, the good son, and he was going to be an amazing hero.

• than why did he have to die?

• dames was angry at batman and superman, but then superman killed the joker, the one really responsible.. then damian realized what side was the right side.

—

• 5 stages of grief.

• denial: damian didn’t accept the fact jon was dead. he couldn’t. that wasn’t possible. he can’t be dead. no.

• anger: he’s not dead. Damian lashed out at everyone. attacking everyone who tried to help him. “HE ISNT DEAD! YOU’RE ALL LIARS!” “IF YOU HAD KILLED THE JOKER BEFORE HE WOULD BE HERE STILL!”

• bargaining: “please we can bring him back. we can bring him back. i love him. please.”

• depression: soon damian became a empty shell of himself, not eating, not sleeping correctly or sleeping too much, training too much, and isolation.

• acceptance: he accepted that jons dead. he also accepted that he can bring him back.

• but then dicks dead because of him too. that’s not fair. he didn’t mean to do that. he didn’t. he didn’t. he didn’t. he was just angry. he was so angry. ( jon would understand, he always knew how to calm damian, he can calm him right now. he could’ve calmed him right now if he was here. if batman just killed the joker after he killed his own son before. if batman just.. )

• dick was his father brother. his big brother who believed in him, who gave him hope, who gave him robin. he took care of him. he helped him so much. and what does he do? ruin everything. Batman.. basically banished him. That’s what happened in his mind. So he went with superman. He showed him fatherly love. ( a lie, just a deception, just a way to screw bruce over )

• times ticking. Damian needs to get jons body. he needs to bring him back. He can’t worry about dick. He needs jon. He needs him back. ( “you wouldn’t want to be brought back anyways, dick. You always said you would hate it if the pit brought you back.” that’s the excuse damian uses, but it’s not really an excuse. he chooses to ignore if Jon would want to come back or not. He needs jon back. Jon helps him. He needs him. )

• so damian joins the regime. that’s the only way to get the body, plus he believes in the cause.. they have jons body in a special place. apparently kryptonians don’t decay. Damian just felt himself crying when he saw jon. It was like he was sleeping, but he wasn’t. Clark wouldn’t notice jon gone for at least a few days, he was off torturing villains or something. Damian can do this.

• ( in honesty, Damian only joined the regime for jons body. that’s all he got from it. )

• but Damian took the body. Which was so hard. Jon’s heavy.

• he’s so close. Damian met with talia, he made a deal. Talia also had this girl with her, Anastasia, he chose to ignore her, all he cares about is the pit.

• these next few parts stray from the injustice comics a lot so suck it

“You’ll stay and help us fight ra’s?”

“Yes. Just bring him back.”

“Say please.” Damian rolled his eyes at the girl. Who even was she.

“What?”

“Say please.”

“Mother, I need you to bring him back. Please.”

Talia looked at Damian, and then at the body Damian clutched tightly. Her son looked thin, hallowed. She remembers feeling like this for Bruce. So she did. She brought his love back.

• when Jon came out of the pit, those beautiful blue eyes were green. Damian hated himself for that. But he wanted needed jon back.

“Habibi,” Damian got into the pit, caressing jons face with his hands as he calmed jon down from basically lasering the place down.

“D-Damian?” Jon stared at his boyfriend— who looked.. different? Sick? Jon didn’t know. All he knew was that Damian needed him.. and that his head hurt a lot. It was like so many things were screaming at him.

“I’m here. I’m here,” Damian wrapped his arms around jon tightly. He got him back.

• but even though he got him back, sometimes jon wasn’t there.

• he went through his own 5 stages of grief.

• denial: jon woke up screaming, crying his eyes out as he struggled to breathe. He couldn’t be alive. He couldn’t be. His dad beat the life out of him. Killed him. He isn’t alive. It’s so hard to breathe.

• anger: “why did you bring me back!?” “Why did you do this to me, Damian!?” Jon destroyed their shared room at the league, holes in walls, things thrown around. Damian just had to watch and hope jon calmed down.

• bargaining: “please, Damian, i don’t wanna hurt you. You have to kill me, okay? It’ll be okay. But you need to kill me. I don’t- it hurts, okay? Please?” Sucks for him, Damian could never hurt jon. Not even when Jon accidentally hurt him.

• depression: some days it was hard for Damian to get jon to eat, sometimes jon just stared off. Eyes green. Jon avoided mirrors. He hated looking at his green eyes. He realized how Damian got his eyes now. Some days were good, some days.. some days it wasn’t.

• acceptance: jon knows damian won’t kill him, and he knows why he’s alive too. Seeing Damian.. seeing how he was. He needed to be here for Damian, Damian needed him. Damian needed him so much. He can’t leave Damian. He realized that Damian wouldn’t have anyone if Jon wasn’t there.

• so jon accepted that he was alive again. and he got through everything and slowly helped Damian get through everything in his life. They were going to be okay. They were.

• but jon made Damian promise to not go back to the regime. Damian accepted easily.

• damian and jon were going to leave. They had something made in order for Clark to not hear his sons heartbeat.

• jon still had nightmares though, and pit madness, but it’s okay. they’ll get through it togeyher. some days the two couldn’t be in the same room with each other. and some days rhey couldn’t be without each other.

• the world is fucked. the two only have each other. no one knows where Damian disappear to after he left the league base with Jon. He’s sure Clark’s looking for them.

• so they kept moving. They didn’t stay in one spot for long. They traveled the world. It was nice. They were free.

• they didn’t talk about their parents or family’s, they just basked in each other.

• but apparently damians brothers and sisters had found out where he was, but they didn’t come looking for him, they simply jsut let him know they knew where he was. but they didn’t try to get him to come back, for that he was thankful.

• sure. soon enough they will most likely lose everything, but right now? they were fine.

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

Surprise, surprise! A third timely post for pegoryu week! I'll definitely be passing the fuck out after this.

As per usual, bulk under the cut, link in the notes, and all my love to those who recommend it to their friends!

Ryuji was running, feet pounding against the concrete hard enough to rattle his teeth, cold air sharp against his face, lungs burning for a break as the shout echoed off the nearby buildings.

“GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE YOU DAMN BRAT!”

His old man was mad at him again, and maybe he had it coming this time, yelling at him the way he had when he overheard the grownups talking. But this was supposed to be a nice vacation for New Year’s with his grandparents in the country. His father said he’d taken the week off for family, and promised him he was gonna be better when the new year started. Turned out that was a load of crap; he didn’t take the time off, he’d been suspended for a week for turning up drunk on the job. Drunk and pissed off, just like he was now, not ten minutes after the first New Year’s countdown Ryuji had ever been allowed to stay up for. Bastard was never gonna change.

“I HATE YOU, YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!” Ryuji screamed back as tears blurred his vision. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” He had no idea which way he was going, half blind from crying and unfamiliar with his surroundings. Ignoring the string of profanity being bellowed behind him, he turned off the path and into the darker, wilder area behind the shrine. Why weren’t any of the adults nearby stopping his father? Why wasn’t anyone helping? Crunching footsteps were drawing closer with each step and he could feel another sob trying to bubble up out of his throat. The old bastard was too close and he could already feel the bruises he was gonna have when a hand caught him by the back of the shirt and hauled him back--

--into a nearby shrub. Panic was still too loud in his brain and he thrashed in his assailant’s grip before realizing that the hands holding him were too small, too soft, too gentle--

“Shhh,” A small voice soothed in his ear, soft enough he almost didn’t hear it over his father stomping through the undergrowth nearby. Part of Ryuji was too wound up, wanted to bite the hand over his mouth and keep running, but the rest of him recognized that’d just give away his hiding spot and get both of them caught. Instead he wrapped a hand around their wrist and felt them pull him closer. In spite of his old man being within arm’s reach and out for blood worse than he’d seen in a long time, Ryuji relaxed. Just a little.

After a few moments, his father muttered darkly under his breath and started kicking at some of the bushes around him. Ryuji gripped the wrist in his hand a little tighter as his father’s foot brushed their hiding spot. His mystery rescuer let go of his jacket to hold his free hand and squeeze it reassuringly. Seconds stretched on for ages as his old man got closer and closer, and Ryuji’s heart hammered in his chest like it was trying to break out and escape. Finally, another voice called out, pulling his old man’s attention away from them. One of his aunts had appeared long enough to drag her drunken brother away before he could embarrass the family any further.

A few seconds after they disappeared from view, Ryuji untangled himself and lurched out of his hiding spot. He dusted himself off after sprawling out clumsily in the dirt, then checked himself over; kinda dusty, a few scratches on his face from the whippy little branches he’d run though, and… Crap.

“Aww man, I lost one of my mittens. I only just got those for Christmas,” he grumbled.

“We can look for it on the way back to the shrine.” His mystery rescuer had apparently just clambered out of their hiding spot too. Ryuji was ready to wave them off and tell them to not worry about it, but when he finally got a good look at them it was like every word he’d ever learned went on their own vacation.

“Whoa… Are you an angel or somethin’?” He blurted instead. This kid definitely looked like an angel, with a pretty round face almost as soft as the wild black curls around it and grey eyes that looked like nighttime--stars and all under the moonlight--that were almost too big for their face. Way too pretty to be a boy, especially with eyelashes like flower petals and a voice as soft and sweet as a music box. Yeah, probably an angel, definitely a girl. Only seven years old and Ryuji had already found his soulmate. Hiding in a shrub. Wearing a Buchimaru hat.

Mystery girl blushed and giggled behind a matching Buchimaru glove. “No, I’m just Akira. Akira Kurusu, first grade. What does your mitten look like?” Huh, never met a girl named Akira.

“Uh, like this? It’s a yellow Featherman one.” He held up the hand that still had a mitten on, then awkwardly thrust it out for a handshake. “A-and I’m Ryuji Sakamoto, also in first grade! Nice to meetcha, Kicchan!” Akira took the handshake with a small, shy smile, blushing bright enough that she almost matched the red jacket she was wrapped up in.

“Um. Nice to meet you too, Ryuji.” She thought for a moment, then moved around to his side and took his other hand in both of hers, warm even through the gloves. It was his turn to blush. “Here, so your hand doesn’t get cold while we look for your mitten.” Akira pulled him along and he needed a minute to remember how to walk so he didn’t fall over. She seemed to have things handled guiding them back out.

“You came from this way, right?” She looked back and tipped her head towards a hole through the undergrowth where his father had crashed through. Ryuji nodded and she pulled him along a little more insistently, scanning the path for any flash of yellow.

“Thanks for savin’ me, by the way. Kinda thought I was doomed back there.” Ryuji scratched the back of his neck. Kicchan shrugged but didn’t pause their trek or her search for his mitten.

“You needed help. I had a hiding spot. Figured I could share,” she explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like every adult he’d run past hadn’t ignored him.

Ryuji nodded anyways. It was them who got it wrong, not Akira. “Right. Why were you hidin’ anyways?” Something in his stomach twisted at the thought of her running away from a dad as shitty as his. His fingers tightened around her hand just a little; he was gonna protect her twice as hard if that was the case.

Kicchan picked up a flash of yellow sticking out from under a pile of dead leaves, then frowned when it turned out to be a hamburger wrapper. “Don’t lemme forget to throw this away,” she crumpled it up and stuck it in her pocket. “I was back here ‘cause the shrine was too loud. I come back here sometimes when I need quiet. Then I heard someone yelling and stomping around, so I hid. And then you ran by.” She turned back and smiled at him and wow. People talked about getting butterflies in your stomach around someone you liked, but he was pretty sure he had Mothra rampaging around in his gut. “Oh!”

“Huh?” Ryuji was dragged along as Akira jogged up to a tree that he’d whipped around hoping to shake the old man off. Then she reached up for-- “Oh! My mitten!” It had gotten stuck to the bark somehow when he’d pushed off of it. Akira pulled it down and presented it to Ryuji with a flourish and a grin.

He took it and quickly crammed his hand back into it, then wiggled and flexed his fingers until it sat right again. After several minutes of not having a hand in it, the mitten had gone cold. And his fingers felt even colder not wrapped up with Akira’s.

“Hey, uh Kicchan? C-could we still hold hands?” He asked. “Um! J-just so I don’t lose you and get lost! That’s all!”

Kicchan giggled again, just as red as her coat again as she held her hand out for him. “Sure thing, Ryuji.” One reassuring squeeze later and they were walking again. “But we aren’t very far now, you can hear all the people from here.”

Ryuji strained his ears listening, then chuckled nervously because she was right. “Oh. You can, huh? W-well, still. Better safe than sorry.” They swung their hands between them for a few steps. “Hey, is it okay that I’m callin’ you Kicchan? You’re just callin’ me Ryuji, I ain’t bein’ rude am I?”

“Hm? No, it’s fine. I, um. Like it,” she mumbled and tucked her face into her coat. “Your name’s just nice to say is all. Ry~u~ji~♪!” Akira enunciated his name in a singsong that probably would’ve sounded mocking from anyone else. But from her it just sounded like music. He couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in his chest and the grin that broke out across his face.

“Yeah, well. Yours is nicer!” Ryuji declared loudly as they walked out of the trees and through the crowd of adults still celebrating. “A~ki~ra~♪!” He sang back, although not nearly as nice. Kicchan still seemed happy with it, if that smile was anything to go by. Like the sun breaking through the clouds and wow. Wow. He was gonna marry her when he grew up. Ryuji didn’t even care about all the people staring at them as they walked by, as long as he got to keep that smile.

“Ry~u~ji~♪!”

“A~ki~ra~♪!”

“Ry~u~ji~♪!”

“A~ki~ra~♪!”

“Ryuji!” The two of them jumped at the voice that rang out behind them. “Ryuji, there you are!”

“Mom!”

His mother skidded to a stop in front of them and threw her arms around him, squeezing him tight. “Oh, I was so worried, sunshine, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? Did he--?”

Ryuji wiggled free of her grip long enough to loop his free arm around her and return the hug. He brushed a hand lightly over a bruise above her eyebrow that hadn’t been there earlier, and she shook her hair over her eyes to try and cover it back up. That bastard. No need to worry her, then. “I’m fine, mom. I’m fast as lightnin’ remember? Plus my new friend saved me! We hid until Aunt Manaka got him.” Hana’s eyes flicked back to the kid holding onto her son’s hand, now trying to hide behind him. “‘S okay, Kicchan, it’s just my mom. She’s nice.”

Akira had tucked herself down into her shoulders and her voice was muffled through the collar of her coat. “H’lo. I’m Akira.”

Hana smiled warmly at Akira and held out a hand for her to shake. “Hello, Akira-chan, my name’s Hana Sakamoto. Thank you for taking care of my boy.” Kicchan took it cautiously, but stayed tucked behind a Ryuji who was awkwardly pretzeled from still trying to hold onto both of them.

“Y’r welcome. He’s nice, I like him,” Akira mumbled and took her hand back to cling to Ryuji’s arm with both. Ryuji blushed again and his mom grinned at him.

She straightened up and ruffled her son’s hair affectionately. “I like him, too. He’s a good kid. And so are you, Akira-chan. How ‘bout I treat you two to some cocoa and taiyaki to warm back up, and then we can find your folks too, kiddo.” Akira nodded and pointed to a nearby storefront that was still lit up. “Perfect! So I know red bean is Ryuji’s favorite, how about you?”

Akira was being quiet enough that even Ryuji, already at her level, still had to listen hard to hear her. “Chocolate, please.” There was no way his mom could hear her.

“Chocolate for Kicchan, please!” Ryuji relayed for them.

Hana nodded approvingly. “Chocolate and hot cocoa, I like your style.” She took Ryuji’s other hand and led them through the crowd to the convenience store taking full advantage of the New Year’s revelers. Ryuji and Akira stayed outside, still holding hands and leaned up against the wall while she went in. Better that than drag the kids through a bunch of unsteady adults bickering over snacks. She returned with a hot cocoa and a taiyaki for each of them after a few minutes and Ryuji and Akira finally, hesitantly let go of each other long enough to eat.

“Th’nk you,” Akira mumbled.

“Kicchan says thanks!”

“Just Kicchan, huh?” His mom teased.

“Wh- I do too!”

Hana laughed, then craned her neck to look through the thinning crowd. “So where are your parents--”

“Akira! Akira, there you are!” A woman with dark curls and grey eyes called out, striding through the crowd like a fish moving through water.

Kicchan straightened up and waved with her half-eaten taiyaki. “Hi mama!” She called louder than Ryuji thought she was capable of. “Where’s papa? I wanted him to meet my new friend.”

The woman, apparently Mrs. Kurusu, frowned that Adults Having Adult Problems frown. “He got called into work, apparently the man who was supposed to be on shift is indisposed,” she explained in the kind of tone that folks tended to use about his old man. “So we need to get going soon.”

“Awww.”

“I know, dear.” Akira’s mom turned to Ryuji’s mom. “Thank you for watching my son. Can I at least pay you back for the snacks?” She gestured to the three of them--wait, hold up, what?

“Your son?!” Ryuji yelped. Akira tilted her--his head at Ryuji in confusion.

“Yeah? What, did you think I was a girl or something?” He giggled, and it didn’t sound any different than before. But it was. But it wasn’t.

“Uh, yeah! Boys ain’t allowed to be that pretty! It’s illegal! You gotta like, go to Pretty Jail or somethin’!” Ryuji shouted and pointed an accusing mitten at him. Akira was still laughing at him, still smiling that smile that was still making his stomach all flippy. Their moms were laughing at him too; Ryuji’s loud and shameless in a way he hadn’t heard in a while, Akira’s in a soft way that just made Akira make more sense.

“That’s okay. I’ll just break out,” Akira shrugged, then looked up at his mother. “Can my friend stay the night? He’s really nice. And so is Sakamoto-san.”

Ryuji bounced on his toes a few times. “Oh! Can I?” Okay, so Akira was a boy. That just meant they could hang out more instead. Maybe he hadn’t met his soulmate in a shrub, maybe he wasn’t gonna marry Akira someday, but he could definitely go for a sleepover.

“I don’t think…” Kurusu-san started, but her eyes caught on Hana’s forehead and she hesitated. Their moms seemed to have one of those ‘Grownups Having A Whole Conversation Without Talking’ looks before she started talking again. “Actually, that sounds like a lovely idea, honey. You boys look to be about the same size. You can share one of your extra sets of pajamas,” she said more to Akira than anyone else. “And Sakamoto-san can come over for tea while your father’s at work. I could use the company.” The last bit was aimed at Ryuji’s mom with a smile, but the tone felt like when he was being told to do his chores. Don’t argue with me, it’s for your own good.

Hana smiled tiredly, then nodded and sighed. “Alright, alright, I know when I’m outvoted. I’ll follow you,” she said to Kurusu-san.

“Woohoo!” Ryuji pumped his fist and grabbed at Akira’s shoulder. “We’re gonna stay up all night watching Featherman!”

The other boy nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! I got the whole box set for Christmas!”

“Sweet!”

Hana interjected with a hand on Ryuji’s shoulder to slow his bouncing, “boys, it is well past midnight, I’d be surprised if you didn’t fall asleep as soon as you’re in pajamas.”

Ryuji pouted up at her. “I ain’t ti--” he paused as he was overwhelmed by a yawn that almost popped his jaw, “--ired, I’ll be fine.”

Akira fell into step with his mother, then froze and whipped around to Ryuji. “Wait! I didn’t make my wish yet! We gotta make a wish at the shrine!”

His hand was ridiculously warm as it wrapped around Ryuji’s, probably from holding the cocoa that he’d hastily dropped in the trash. Before Ryuji could react, Kicchan had grabbed him and was dragging him back in the direction they’d come from.

“Akira!” Kurusu-san called sharply.

“BerightbackIpromise!” He called back to his mom as Ryuji stumbled along with him. They came to a clumsy stop in front of the offertory box and Akira started rifling through his pockets. He frowned at the crumpled burger wrapper he’d meant to throw away, crammed it back into a different pocket, then pulled out two five-hundred yen coins. “One for me and one for you,” he announced proudly and pressed one of them into the palm of Ryuji’s mitten. Rather than argue that he could pay for his own, because honestly he had no idea if he could, he nodded and closed his hand around the gift.

Ryuji watched Akira carefully, then did his best to copy his movements. He hadn’t really done this before without his mom to remind him how, but he knew exactly what he was gonna wish for. Marrying him was definitely probably off the table, but...

I wanna see Kicchan again after we leave.

A few minutes later, they were jogging back to where their moms were waiting for them.

“So, what’d you two wish for?” Hana asked and waggled her eyebrows at Ryuji.

Both boys blushed, looked at each other, and then quickly looked away before falling into step to leave. Their mumbled answers tangled together as they spoke at the same time.

“S-same as always, I guess.”

“‘S a secret.”

Ryuji hoped they wished for the same thing.

---

Three years later his mother divorced that deadbeat asshole, after advice from a stranger to save up behind the drunken bastard’s back, and the help of a lawyer named Kurusu. They had never had time before or a reason after to go back to that little town in the country.

---

Ryuji was running, feet pounding against the concrete hard enough to rattle his teeth, cold air sharp against his face, knee aching for a break as the shout echoed off the nearby buildings.

“Dammit! Screw that pervy teacher!”

“...pervy teacher?”

Ryuji whipped around to the voice behind him, already on the defensive. “What do you want? You plannin’ on rattin’ me out to Kamo… shi… da?”

He couldn’t help but trail off because he knew that face, nerd glasses or no; wild curls like storm clouds, grey eyes almost too big for the face they were set in, voice a hell of a lot deeper after nearly a decade but just as soft, and built in a lanky way that probably hadn’t been mistaken for a girl in years.

“Kicchan? The hell are you doing here?” Ryuji blinked a few times and watched Akira’s posture melt from tense apprehension to open surprise. Then he smiled like sunlight breaking through the clouds and wow. After all those years, there was Mothra in his stomach again. He had been putting off that particular revelation for a while, hadn’t he?

“Ryuji!”

[coffeebanana]

HELLOOOO!! end of year fic superlatives ,, idk if uve done these but id love to know 18, 19, 20, and 21 :eyes: i love u !!!

Ooooh question time, YAY! Thanks Shri, ily too <3 I'm going to ignore my She-Ra fics for this, because...my followers are all Miraculous fans I'm pretty sure haha.

18. Longest time writing So there's longest time from start to finish and there's longest time spent actually writing. I'm assuming the question is asking for the latter, so I'm going to go with Eight Years Overnight, because that's my Ladynoir July fic and comes in at over 60k words. Also, to be perfectly honest, I always get really excited when someone reads that one, so this is just a nice excuse to link that here.

19. Shortest time writing I think it would be 2 hours, 13 months, 18 years, because I wrote about half of that during a 15-minute creation sprint challenge for the Miraculous Fanworks Discord Server. I fleshed it out before posting, because I prefer not posting super short things, but it's the shortest fic I have, so...makes sense haha. Honorable mention for This Moment though, because I remember flying through that one. It was pure fluff inspired from by friend's wedding and it just magically appeared in the doc, I swear. (Fluff? Me? Strangely it does happen) Brief hiatus while I scan all my fics to answer the next two questions accurately...Oh LOOK I'm back!

20. Best first line

Hmm...this one was actually hard for me. I don't think I have a lot of really strong opening lines, strangely? They set the tone, they do their job, I don't have anything against them, but...not a lot that stand out? That being said, I'm going to have to give this one to The One Where Even Supervillains Need Their Coffee, because I feel like it just...sets the tone for the series really well? I don't know, it made me laugh. Maybe that's just the ex-barista in me.

- It should absolutely be noted that Margot regretted ever having taken the job at Miraculous Coffee.

21. Best last line

Hahaha. I'll have to give this one to Ladybug and the Tramp Stamp, because I literally laugh every time I read it. I don't know if this makes sense without context, so I'll give brief summary of the premise for anyone who hasn't read - essentially Ladybug and Chat Noir get tattoos so they can identify each other if something happens to them, which leads to an identity reveal, and...well, Marinette's not thrilled with where Adrien got his tattoo when she finds out.

- It was a good thing he’d gotten the tattoo after all, because she was going to have to kill him.

[nightwhite13]

me, a humble poppy clown: “may I offer you some poppy content in this trying time?”

ok technically its not poppy/mc, its basically just a canon divergence from that part where poppy gave mc an apple tree, or i hope its an apple tree, lmao

tagging @simpforpoppy @poppy-sin-clair @somewillwin

p.s: let me know if you want me to tag u for this and mayhaps my other poppy/mc fic

You always love rain, but only in secret.

In the eyes of your followers, you had to put this persona, the one where you despise rain as if its very existence was a bother for you. Rain could ruin your leather shoes, your hair, your fur coat, everything, and anything you could name. Rain was a hassle and you cursed the rain in front of your loyal minions.

But behind them?

You yearned for rain to wash over your face, you would do anything to feel the droplet of rain on your burning skin, you longed to enjoy the rain while doing nothing and holding a nice and warm cup of tea. Just standing on your porch and looking over the yard and the trees enjoying the gift from God.

You wish you could so openly declare your love for rain, you wish you didn’t have to feel like you’re having an affair with it, sneaking out behind the other Zetas so that you could look up to the sky and let the rain caress your face with her gentle touch.

You remembered when you were visiting Auntie Na-Ra back in Seoul during your high school summer vacation. Auntie Na-Ra was talking about the lack of rain during that year while she taught you how to bonsai an apple tree. Back then, you don’t really care about bonsai or how to take care of a plant, you just wanted to spend your time with Auntie Na-Ra instead spending your time with your dad and his business associates, making small talks and polite conversation and basically everything boiled down to “My Poppy here is still single, we can join not only our company, but also our family!”

Auntie Na-Ra never bored you with that kind of talk, she always asked about what you want, your hobby, and she only talks about plants, you basically know everything someone needs to know about apples. Auntie Na-Ra taught you how to bake an apple pie, once. But of course it end in disaster, you were so afraid that Auntie Na-Ra would tell your dad, but she just smiled and wiped the flour off your face and told you that it’s going to be your little secret with her, you both ended up eating the burn apple pie and thankfully none of you had stomach ache that day.

The vibration of your phone in your hand pulled you back to the present time, you growled angrily because who the fuck had the nerve to bother your alone time?

Of course it’s Farmsville, that stupid bimbo.

 yo, what am I supposed to do with this apple tree???

Take care of it?

it aint that easy queen bee

 You rolled your eyes, did she didn’t understand the meaning behind all of this? You didn’t just buy an apple tree for random people. Because she’s an idiot and didn’t realize the real meaning behind the apple. Honestly, you thought Bea would make a move last night, and surprisingly, you didn’t initiate anything yourself. You really, genuinely, enjoyed Bea’s company even if it's just her being your rat lab for that new product. Even though sometimes your mind wondered every time you saw Bea flexing her muscles, you didn’t know whether she’s doing it on purpose or not.

You wondered how does she looks like when you rakes your nails on her back, would her back arch from the bed when you push your toy inside her, how she would scream your name when you bring her to the peak of her lust. Would her scream will sound so much sweeter than the one in your imagination? You’re no hypocrite, Bea was attractive, you’re not going to deny that. Not that you made a habit of sleeping with your enemy, but, well, no one has ever challenged you the way Bea did, so maybe you could make an exception for her.

Your phone vibrated again.

 wait….does this apple have another meaning???

 You sighed deeply; you began reconsidering of sleeping with Bea. Maybe it was for a greater good that the two of you didn’t have sex last night.

 Use that pea brain of yours, Farmsville. And no, I won’t elaborate on that

 You turned off your phone and put it away on your nightstand. You never turn your phone off before, not after you created this whole system. You need to make sure that everything is going as smoothly as possibly. You shook your head, imagining Farmsville’s confused face as she reread your text. If you didn’t know that Bea blackmailed Penelope, you would probably wonder how someone like her could get the TA’s position so easily.

You’re thinking of going to the roof to enjoy the rain, they had that cute patio, courtesy to your family, of course, and you only get to try it one time right after they finished building it. Everything still smelled new and fresh, not like the small patio Auntie Na-Ra had on her home, it smelled like home. Now that you thought about it, Auntie Na-Ra just sent you her favorite tea, and really that’s your favorite tea as well; she’s been berating you ever since she found out about that herbal tea you kept drinking.

It’s the same tea you drank when you came to Auntie Na-Ra’s home for the first time, when everyone around you at that time was someone you never met before and gawking at you like you’re some sort of display, the warmth from that tea and Auntie Na-Ra’s hand on your shoulder were the only two things that keeping you from crying that day, since your parents just leave right after they dropped you at Auntie Na-Ra’s home.

You looked over to your window, still raining hard. Hopefully you could have at least an hour to enjoy the rain while doing nothing, you didn’t have class tomorrow anyway, and your parents haven’t bother you to do something, thank god for rain otherwise they would probably ask you to join their lunch with their new business partner and you had to make small talk with yet another boring, pompous, self-important man.

So you brew Auntie Na-Ra’s tea and use your favorite mug, the one you bought from Kyoto on your last winter holiday, and you took your earphone and phone before going to the rooftop.

No one was here since it’s still class time, it’s so empty and calm and peaceful, it feels like you’re back at home, walking alone in empty corridors, humming to yourself. No annoying sound from behind the closed door, no random burst of cry because someone’s stupid boyfriend dump her again for the nth times, and there’s no Chloe or Veronica in sight.

You opened the rooftop with your hips since you can’t use both of your hands, and then you smiled when you could smell the petrichor. It’s no longer a thunderstorm, but still raining pretty hard. You sat on one of the dry chairs, you made a mental note to ask Father to fix the roof of the patio. You put down your phone and cradle your mug with both hands, you hummed in delight as you feel the warmth from the mug on your cold skin.

Slowly, you sipped your tea and you closed your eyes, it still tastes the same like all those years ago. For once you were glad that the owner of this tea factory didn’t change the recipe to attract more customers and focused on their loyal ones.

You saw some texts from Bea the moment you turn your phone on, and well, you should probably answer her, you could think of something to make Bea come crawling to your lap, but right now…

Right now you just want to spend your time with the rain.

And your favorite person.

“Poppy! Sweetie, it’s been a long time!”

You smiled when Auntie Na-Ra answered your video call. “Hello, Auntie.”

Because no matter what, Auntie Na-Ra could always find a way to make you warm and comfortable, no matter how cold you were.

[loveau]

college!au seulgi

request: elli!! can u please do a college gf au with seulgi? i think we could all use that cute fluffiness right now 🤧 p.s. thank u for sharing ur wonderful writing ilu 💕

major: business w/ a concentration in human resources management

minor: dance

club: prob vp of the school’s women in business club!!! she joined in the middle of her sophomore year and became vp in junior!

she’s most likely been an RA in her sophomore or junior for the upperclassmen

she was in it for the door decs before realizing she actually liked it lOL

originally was a bio major and was stressed about it, but switched to business after being an RA because she thought it was her calling???

it just fit a lot better and she didn’t have to stand there hunched over her lab work and worry about accidentally breathing in pathogens

she had declared a bio major because the plan was to go to med school if all else fails and she didn’t really know what else to do, so that was a safe option right?

never before had she been so relieved to find out that she actually really liked spending time in her business and management classes and leading her volunteer group and being an RA

she also now has an excuse to dress up super nicely for interviews and such because she had so many outfits in her closet but never got a chance to wear them out

she became so much more at ease and bubbly about it too

no more sitting in lecture halls having to recite the functions of B-cells or whatnot

it also helped to have sat down with her ARD irene who told her she might like business

it was a long process of convincing because most of it was spent trying not to keep gossiping about the other RAs on campus alfsdlknfmsdlgkn

afterwards she quits reslife so she can focus on other stuff and lives in an apartment near campus her senior year

she becomes pretty popular around campus for her happy personality and her calm energy to match, making it so easy to start a conversation with her or just hang out

seulgi will be studying somewhere in a common student area and previous residents or club mates or classmates will wave to her or stop by for a quick chat

she’s also normally p busy tho being the vp of the wib club and also making sure she’s updating her resume and leaving time on the weekends to volunteer at the animal shelter like she loves

and also making sure she isn’t spending too much on online shopping for clothes and oOPS HER FINGER SLIPPED AND NOW SHE HAS LIKE TWO TOPS AND A PAIR OF OVERALLS ON THE WAY 

but she often doesn’t have a lot of time to spend with her friends unless they plan it like a MONTH beforehand since she’s been applying and interviewing for countless internships

she was just so excited to find something that she’s super passionate about instead of biology and she kind of overloads herself on that energy akfsldgnskjgn

so of course when her friends invite her to parties or kickbacks she has to decline because she has to make the next powerpoint presentation for the club meeting and also make sure the club’s end of semester dinner is being all squared away

seulgi’s a busybody and enjoys what she does, so much that she doesn’t realize that she keeps overloading her schedule and not giving a lot of time for just herself

which usually means she also spends a lot of time cramming everything at once and might end up passing out at a friend’s place during a study session, in the middle of club meetings, or even in the library late at night

that’s just how she spent her thursday night 

she had been setting up a speech for her recruitment and selection class and had been so tired from her club meeting a couple hours before that she ended up falling asleep in the library

it was kind of cute since she had hairs slipping from her bun, some coffee stains on her sweater, ink all over her hand from notes, candy wrappers spread around her area, and her head was tipped back and her mouth wide open as she slept

okay............ not that cute

she was a mess

but it was enough for her to get startled awake by a longboard rolling across the room and hitting her chair leg quite hard

she didn’t know what happened at first and checked around only to find a somewhat empty library save the couple of students also diligently working

her laptop she left open was dead and she cursed because she didn’t save her speech and her phone was below 10%, but it was enough to tell her that it was like 3am in the morning

seulgi only noticed the skateboard because she was going to go to the bathroom to freshen up and almost slipped on it when her foot landed on the top

she caught herself and saw that there was a bottle of water and a granola bar and a note on it

‘hey, you look like you need a little refresher. i also had a spare charger in case you needed it, your laptop has been open the past hour’

sure enough there was a charger but it had been knocked to the floor after she slipped on the longboard

silently, seulgi placed the items on the table with the rest of her stuff and looked around for anyone who would have given her the stuff

except nobody was popping their head up and were all busy

plus they all had chargers with them so she didn’t know who would have given her the treats

nonetheless she opened the water bottle and felt replenished when the water hit her throat

she was so confused????? still?????

she decided to take her trip to the bathroom like she wanted to and maybe she could scope out whoever decided to give her the food and drink while she was at it

subtlety wasn’t exactly her forte either since she was craning her neck around every table and making the other students confused

eventually seulgi makes it to the bathroom and cleans herself up and when she comes back the longboard is gone and her laptop was charged for her and a new note lays on top of it?????

who???????

‘i had to go for the night, sorry about that! don’t worry about the charger, i have another one and i’ll just collect this one when i bump into you again :)’

and just like that seulgi was completely and utterly confused

she stays like that for the next two weeks or so, seeing no sign of anyone with the same longboard and she tries not to pounce at every person she sees riding one to class

it gets so bad that the prez asked if she was okay and getting enough sleep since she was so distracted during her meetings and if she called the caterer for the dinner yet asgGNSGDN

her friends sooyoung and yerim were also trying to use this as an advantage for her to get invited out to “clear her mind” as they say since she’s been so out of it lately

and they’re absolutely elated when seulgi agrees and decides to go because why not?? she’s been so stressed about finding this mystery person because she wanted to properly thank them... but also to get the laptop charger with hello kitty stickers all over it back to its owner

and also did they see she had drool running down her chin bc that was really embarrassing and she just wants to make sure if anyone saw that before she promptly packs her bags a moves to another country

she’s blushing at that don’t point it out or else it’ll get worse amsdlknsg

once they’re actually inside, she can’t help but look for any longboards by the door even though most of the people at the party came by on foot or by someone’s car since the house was relatively close to campus

sooyoung and yerim are basically pushing her further into the house as they chatter excitedly and they’re happy it isn’t a byob type of party

seulgi is basically saying she won’t drink that much because she’ll look after the two and let them go ham... for a bit..

but they’re basically like

“seulgi it’s fridaaaaay it’s fine”

“yeah! besides we know the house owner and can call joohyun if we anything”

and they’re both going “pleeeeeeeeaaaaase” and doing their best to yell it over the loud music

and before seulgi can deny any longer she’s turned to the kitchen that’s been blocked by a foldable table and there’s cup lining it and drinks all over on the counters

but she’s not distracted by the abundance of drinks and people surrounding it.........

she finds you smiling cheekily at her

“what can i get you?”

and seulgi starts sputtering over her words and she REALLY cannot get a single word out because oh my gosh who are you and are you single because UHHHHHHH her brain is going overload

and both sooyoung and yerim are already cackling at seulgi’s stunned silence and giving each other mischievous looks behind seulgi while she malfunctions

meanwhile you’re just drinking it all up with an amused smile and gleam in your eyes and oh god do you HAVE to lean against the counter like that?

seulgi can barely get a word out before you’re laughing a little and turning around to prepare three red solo cups

you pass the cups to sooyoung and yerim and they basically BOLT away to leave seulgi all alone and more importantly alone wITH YOU SOMEONE SAVE HER

you laugh at her red cheeks that shine from the kitchen lights behind you and seulgi is absolutely enamored by you at this moment

“don’t worry, i gave them more fruit juice than i did alcohol. they’ll be fine”

seulgi barely registers this and gapes like a fish to where her friends are dancing and drinking from whatever you prepared them

had she been paying proper attention like she normally does, she’s notice that yes you basically watered down the alcohol with some lemonade

“i know how crazy those two can get after a couple parties with them, so i’m making sure they don’t go overboard”

seulgi only watches as you take her cup and put it under the sink to give her water

she takes it an tries not to get giddy when your fingers brush

inner seulgi facepalms because she’s acting like she has a crush in high school

but she’s never felt this way since she switched majors???

and omg that feeling was so addicting exhibit a when seulgi overloads her schedule and now??? she just met you and can’t get enough already

“thank you” she practically inwardly screams when she realizes how meek she is but you only give her a friendly smile

“yeah! thought you could use a little refresher. i didn’t know if you wanted anything so i didn’t want to give you anything you wouldn’t feel pressured to drink. let me know if you need anything else!”

all seulgi does for the rest of the night is basically hang around the room and watch everyone get kind of crazy and make sure sooyoung and yerim are staying on their feet, but with a second set of eyes she actually feels like she has more freedom

especially since you stopped giving them alcohol and basically have been serving them just juice after they started getting past the bit of tipsiness

eventually seulgi has enough of just standing around and has had enough cups of water (she had maybe 3) to finally talk to you

before she’d been working up the courage to talk to you and had come back with a refilled cup of water but noW???

NOW???

she’s ready

at least she hopes

seulgi’s marching up to you and then sooyoung is at her arm whining and sort of falling over

seulgi manages to catch her and is p disoriented by everything like what is happening is she okay??

and sooyoung is just like

“seulgiiiiiiiii i wanna go hoooome, can we get burgers?”

and before she can ask where yerim went, she suddenly pops up and joins in

“burgers? i heard burgers can we go, i was foooood”

before she knows it she’s dragged out of the house by the two and basically walking them home a couple blocks away

and now seulgi’s bummed that she didn’t get to finally talk to you like she wanted

she doesn’t even know when she’ll be able to see you again since she didn’t get your name at all and she’d be mortified by all the teasing the younger two would give her since they knew how choked up she was if she asks them who you were

she’s even kind of sulking about it and she’s so caught up in it she gets a notification from her phone that she needs to finalize things with the caterer and reserve one of the areas on campus for the club’s dinner and that reminds her she needs to shop

but as she’s on her phone she nearly swerves into somebody and it shocks her enough to bring her back to reality and she moves to apologize to the person and all of a sudden

“oh hey! you again, fancy seeing you!”

and she’s now forgotten everything since she sees you smiling at her

this time she forces herself to find her voice and not embarrass herself and it’s like her interview persona comes in and she’s got that natural confidence oozing in and she beams that pretty smile of hers right back at you

“and you too! i never thought i’d run into you again”

you laugh and all of a sudden you’re like an inch shorter and seulgi looks down and spots that you’d been riding a longboard before almost crashing into her

and she recognizes that longboard with all of the sanrio stickers on it and is that a sicker of your face with some filter on the corner of it???

but she recognizes the longboard since it’s been engraved in her mind and it just clicks for her and suddenly seulgi is scrambling to pull her backpack from behind and you just watch on like

uh r u okay? are you good? pls don’t take out some random textbook and smack me over the head with it

the hello kitty covered charger she’s been saving in her backpack is suddenly thrust into her hands and you think she’s about to stumble her words again like in those anime love confession scenes but she’s almost aggressive with it????

“i’ve been keeping this in my backpack for a few weeks! i didn’t even know what you looked like so i had no clue how to find you, do you know how stressed out you made me? you’ve been on my mind for almost a month!”

she doesn’t even realize how her words sound until you’re responding back in kind with another one of those easy smiles of yours

“sorry, i’ve been meaning to catch you sooner but i’ve so many labs back to back” you look at your phone and bite your lip nervously, something seulgi is a little too focused on “i actually have one in like five minutes, that’s why i almost crashed into you...”

seulgi finally realizes you’re wearing a white lab coat, something you’d worn in preparation since you were already rushing to be on time

your phone is thrust into her hands with the empty contact already loaded up 

seulgi quickly types in her number and even snaps a cute profile photo of her and it’s your turn to be stunned by her because wow that was an impromptu photo and hOW DID SHE MAKE IT SO GOOD????

and then seulgi is ushering you off because you have like thREE MINUTES BEFORE LAB and you’re like OH YEAH UH BYE!!!! I’LL CALL YOU????

and she shouts back with a “YOU BETTER!!”

and suddenly seulgi gets a phone call and when she picks up she can hear the wind rushing past the speaker and you’re kind of breathy since you’re reaLLY using those leg muscles to PUSH to that lab

“yEaH so UH i wanted to tell you but i didn’t get the chance since i don’t want to have to do a makeup lab??? bUT UH, i saw one of your dance performances last year and thought you were really cute!!”

seulgi vaguely remembers that because she had done a solo dance for a showcase in the performing arts department and it was basically for the students to show off what they were working on and to her it was just a homework assignment on top of like four labs and a research paper

“oh yeah! i remember that... well not really, i’d been so busy that it all just flew by”

“yeah! that was around the time you were a bio major, right? i’d been meaning to talk to you then, but i wasn’t able to since you switch majors afterwards!”

“ah, bio as well?”

she hears your voice echo and she knows you’ve entered the building by now

relief floods her system that she didn’t keep you too long 

“nah, i’m a chem major. it translates pretty well to mixing drinks, huh?”

instead of getting embarrassed and recounting that previous experience at the party, seulgi’s business confidence is suRGING and i mean IT IS LARGO and she’s like

“i can’t really say. you’ve only made me water, so i’ll have to see another time?”

at this point you’re absolutely vibrating with excitement at the proposal of a date and you quickly accept

and that’S WHAT HAPPENED BUT YOU SPENT IT OVER A HOMEMADE DINNER WITH WINE AND SEULGI COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE IMPRESSED?!?!?!?!?

you’d cooked it all and brought it to her apartment since you said your housemates were hosting some study session so you just offered to bring it all over

she’s also shocked you managed to find time to do all of this given the busy stem major life and how she was struggling before

but she’s also mentioning that giving her one cup of wine doesn’t mean that’s mixing up a drink so you’ll have to do this again

and it happens aGAIN when you’re at a restaurant this time and it’s a pretty nice one near campus and y’all are just chatting away about seulgi’s women in business club dinner and she invites you to be her plus one aSDFKNSLF sHE MAY HAVE BEEN TOO SHY TO SAY DATE BUT YOU GOT THE MESSAGE

bUT AT THE SAME TIME the restaurant is the one making the drinks, so you’ll have to have her over again and mix something up

and sooyoung and yerim and just so distraught lIKE GO OUT ALREADY

and seulgi’s like we are?????? WE ARE????? WE ARE GOING ON DATES AND STUFF

but they just groan out and are about to storm up to in the middle of a lab and just hand seulgi over like

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JUST CALL HER YOUR GIRLFRIEND ALREADY

when you finally do it’s funny because it’s at another party that sooyoung and yerim invite her to and you’re there mixing it up again but she didn’t realize that the first party where she met you was your house????

she’s hanging out with you in the kitchen and you’ve made her a cup of something sweet and seulgi has to admit that it is pretty good

and you just wink at her saying that your chemistry skills are actually pretty good

BUT THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU IS EVEN BETTER HEHEHE

and you’re totally not just hanging out in the kitchen away from the sweaty dancing crowd and sticky floor you’re having your housemates clean up since you’re the drink master

and yOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT STEALING KISSES FROM EACH OTHER WHILE SEULGI’S SITTING ON THE COUNTER AND YOU’RE PRETENDING TO REACH AROUND HER FOR A BOTTLE BUT NO INSTEAD YOU’RE REACHING FOR HER WAIST AND HOLDING HER CLOSE AS YOU KISS HER AND NOW YOU’RE SMILING AGAINST EACH OTHER’S LIPS

you spend late nights in the library together now and you’re also most of seulgi’s impulse control when it comes to making plans and doing stuff

mainly because you’re telling her that no-no do not force yourself to go to that resume workshop you’ve been to them enough times to LEAD those

and then she gets all excited like REALLY DO YOU THINK THEY’D LET ME?!?!?!

and you’re like no stOP WE’RE STAYING IN FOR A MOVIE NIGHT AND WATCHING CARS 2

but it’s also funny to see seulgi falling asleep against your shoulder and her mouth is hanging wide open and you’ve set so many pictures of her like that as your homescreen and been yelled at too many times to change it

and when you do change it, it’s just a different picture of her in that position from a different day

she likes to run through her speeches and presentations with you and you find it so cool that she’s so poised when doing that BUt she gets so shy when she wants a kiss but doesn’t want to say so and SHE KNOWS you know she wants a kiss

you’re constantly doing her buns for her since you’ve had some practice keeping your own hair out of your face for labs but also getting tips from other girls in your labs and lectures and when they find out the reason why they’re just like pLS YOU TWO GET MARRIED

but the closest they can see the two of you dress up together is when seulgi decides to wear her business clothes out on a date and you’ve gotten stuff to match her and now you’re basically a ceo power couple walking around campus to go return some books to the library

you sitting in on her meetings and watching with lovestruck eyes as she basically spends the good half of it also staring right back at you and when they’re in discussion or activities she just clings to your side and cuddles you

you teach her how to longboard and she’s still a little wobbly but it’s SO CUTE when she’s fearfully holding onto your hands and staring down at her feet and shouting at you to NOT LET GO AT ANY COST

eventually she gives up on that and buys a pair of rollerblades instead so you can just pull her around while she hangs onto your backpack strings while you move on the longboard

BUT WHAT MAKES EVERYONE JEALOUS???

you hold her hand instead :)

she’s just laughing and giggling and being all around smiley when your hands are linked and you’re rolling around campus with her in tow

you even go to all of her dance events as well!!!

she’s been able to put a lot more effort into them since switching majors, but especially since you manage to keep her rooted and not going off doing so many things at once

she also wants to make sure she looks good for you

when does she not though??

y’all are literally tooth rotting sweet for each other

it’s the absolute cutest thing and you totally didn’t put a sticker of her sleeping face with her mouth open on your longboard........ and on your charger...... and the laptop........ and hers.... -q- zzZZZ