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polaroidbills · 2 years ago

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something great.

"i want you here with me. like how i pictured it. so i don't have to keep imagining."

genre! - angsty, fluff too, mega slice of life

paring! -non-idol!beomgyu x fem!reader

synopsis! - these days, love is always glorified in movies and books. but it's not always like that. sometimes it can be amazing and instant. other times, love can be damaging and complicated. but is it ever too much to ask for something great? - inspired by something great by one direction -

warnings! - not proof read, kiss (kinda), teeny tiny swearing (lmk if i missed anything)

word count! - 1 572

author's note! - first little imagine after my hiatus!! this is literally me rn (minus the dream part). he literally has a bird too and he doesn't play basketball but hockey. anyway hope you enjoyed!

i've always been into romantic-comedies. whether it's books, movies, or shows. they're my favourite. they allow me to get away from reality and slip into my imaginary world. a world so great, filled with love and joy. it's like an over powered hide and seek spot.

but sometimes i get fooled. sometimes the love shown through these films and novels aren't real. love in reality is never how they are in the movies.

boys don't fly across the world to see you. boys don't put on a musical performance as a way to apologize. boys don't join the drama club just because you did.

i just wished he did.

choi beomgyu is his name. he's been my crush since kindergarten. i'm im grade 8 now. soon i'll be graduating into high school. he doesn't know. he's never known. and i don't plan on letting him know. how could i?

he charming, funny, caring, and so much more. the way he rakes his hands through his hair, the way his laugh is contagious to everyone around him, the way he can always lighten up the mood, the way he isn't only socially successful but academically successful, and the way just his presence is comforting.

my feelings for him never leave. even if i try my best to force them out, even if he's dating someone else, even if we go on summer break. they never leave.

it's now friday, 10 days before graduation. i sit myself next to him because my teacher changed the seating arrangement.

"hey y/n!" his cheerful voices rings through my ears.

"morning beomgyu!" i respond.

"did you do the math homework?"

"i did yeah. you?"

"uh nope," he scratches his head.

we often have these small conversations. just short and casual. just a hi and hello. usually it would end here. i guess not this time.

"haha do you need help with it?" i ask.

"actually yeah. i don't really get it," an embarrassed look plays on his face.

"you know, i could help. i don't really mind."

"really? you would do that?"

"of course, i have nothing else to do anyway."

"okay sure! how about after school? i have to carpool with soobin and yunjin though, if that's okay with you?"

soobin, beomgyu, yunjin, and more of my classmates live on the same street. so they often carpool together.

yunjin is one of my best friends. she's one of the only one's that know about my crush. but ut weirds her out because she has like a sibling relationship with beomgyu.

"sure let me just text my parents!"

"great!"

and just like that i have plans. plans with him. i know it's just studying, but it's something? i mean, i can barely look him in the eye, let alone help him with math.

the school day goes by in a blur. i can't get my mind off of what's happening after school.

its 3:15, 15 minutes before school ends. i go to the bathroom to freshen up a little, bringing my emergency bag. in which holds a hair brush, mascara, blush, bronzer, highlighter, and a lip gloss.

i go back into class, as everyone starts packing their backpacks, getting ready to leave. i too get ready to leave.

3:27, 3 minutes until the bell. we're already lined up waiting.

"hey y/n!" soobin call my name. i walk over to them.

"you're coming with us?" soobin asks.

"yeah, is that okay?"

"for sure we have an extra seat anyway."

"okay cool," i smile.

the bell rings and we walk out into the parking lot.

"hey mom! um y/n is riding with us, is that okay?" soobin asks his mother.

"of course! come on in sweetie!"

beomgyu gets in first onto the far left seat.

"sorry y/n, you're in the middle," beomgyu says, as they already have assigned seats.

"thats fine," i climb into the middle and soobin gets in too, closing the door.

the drive is quiet, with only the low radio playing. but uts a short drive.

i've never been this close to beomgyu. it's quite awkward but also comfortable in a way.

the car halts and we climb out of the car, walking over to beomgyu's house.

"i'm home!" he unlocks the door. and his mom hurries to the door.

"hi y/n! come in, come in," his mom smiles.

as we walk in, i notice the lovely furniture and layout of the home.

"you have a very nice home mrs. choi!"

"thank you! but please call me diana."

"okay mom stop mingling, let's go upstairs," beomgyu interrupts. and we make our way up.

i notice all of the family and chcildhood photos on the walls and tables. cute.

"no funny business!"

beomgyu rolls his eyes and shuts his bedroom door.

"okay so where should we start?" i ask.

"well i couldn't really understand question 1?"

"okay we'll start there," we set down our books on the foors and start studying.

a couple hours later, dinner is called. we walk downstairs to a neatly setted table and the smell of delicious food.

i sit next to beomgyu and diana serves the food.

"thank you! this looks delicious."

"of course! cooked a special dinner for a special day!"

"mom!" beomgyu makes a weird look to his mom.

"oops- anyway, y/n what wer eyou guys studying up there?"

"oh beomgyu needed help on some math."

the dinner goes by really well. i feel like diana and i have a connection, as we were talking the whole time.

we go back upstairs to continue our work.

"hey don't you have a bird?" i ask him.

"yeah, his name is toto."

"can i see him?"

"sure but be careful, he isn't good around new people."

we go into the birds room and there's toto in his cage.

beomgyu slowly takes him out.

"here put your finger out, like this," he demonstrates the movement. and i follow. "toto up!"

toto moves onto my hand carefully.

"woah! toto's never good around new people! he must like you! toto kiss," he point to my cheek as toto places his beak on it.

it's a fun moment. laughter and smiles. this is why i like him.

he puts toto back into his cage and we go to his room.

"hey i'm tired of studying can't we stop now?" beomgyu says after a few more minutes of studying.

"yeah sure what do you wanna do?"

"hmm i don't know? we haven't really talked all lot, i wanna get to know you more."

"oh well what do you wanna know?"

"do you have any hobbies?"

"yeah, i love reading and watching movies and shows i guess?"

"oh cool what kind?"

"mainly rom-coms. what are your hobbies?"

"well i play basketball for one. i also really love music and playjng the guitar."

"oh cool i love music too! who's your favourite artist?"

"i love taylor swift and seventeen."

"me too!"

silence falls between us, but it's not awkward. i make eye contact with him – something i never do. the tension between us is strong and the space between us is small. i can slightly feel his breath on my skin. his eyes travel to my lips and back to my eyes, and the same thing goes for mine. his moves in closer, now the space is really small. i can definitely feel his breath on me. he moves in even closer.

"y/n?"

"yeah?"

"i really really like you, for soo long. i like you y/n."

"y/n! y/n! y/n! wake up! you're gonna be late for school!"

i awaken by the sound and nudging of my brother.

"what?"

"you're gonna be late come on!"

of course it was just a dream. it always is. just my stupid imagination and mind. he would never like me. his way out of my league. why would he even like me? there's so many other girls too.

my mind is occupied with these negative thoughts, untily brother yells once again.

i shake my head to brush the thoughts away and quickly get ready for school, walking straight out the door.

the whole walk to school my head is filled with these thoughts and reminders.

love isn't real. it never was. i was just to delusional and blind to know it. true love is just in the movies and books. those scenarios never exist in real life, only in fictional films and novels, of course. no matter how much i imagine and hope and dream, nothing will change. it's just something i ask and beg for.

but is it ever too much to want someone with me, like in the books and movies, like how i picture a true love is?

when will i be able to stop imagining?

why do i still have to keep imagining?

is it too much to ask for something great?

@1-800-143 please DO NOT copy, plagiarize, or repost any of my work.

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writing-frenzy · 1 year ago

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The Kinda/sorta SI!Aizen Sosuke Isekai AU

because my brain has been blessed with works from cywscross/cheshiresense, like the Ichigo and Aizen Time Travel AU, and the amazing I (Not) Aizen Sosuke by Williamcipher, I'm gonna half-hazardly note this idea out because I can not write bleach fic to save my life.

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So, first things first; why is this only sorta SI!Aizen Sosuke?

Because, this is technically Aizen Sosuke, just a parallel from a modern universe and because the thought of a Milennial!Aizen makes me want to fucking cackle like a banshee. Like, Sosuke is still a tricky, nasty little genius, but he's actually had therapy and the internet to get any teenage angst and black history out. (Which he denies ever having, like a lair) And yes, He has suffered Retail, so he can and will be the fakest bitch you ever did see, the customer service smile never forgotten despite how he wishes he could. He's had to grow from a life of poverty, clawing and reaching for everything he's had, but he's also had the public library and some really damn good teachers to have his back, an actual safe place for him to fall back too.

(Amazing, what a difference it makes.)

So, as a kid, Sosuke practically read everything he could get his grubby hands on, partly to better himself, partly an escape, when he came upon his library's selection of comics and manga; he found a certain series; Fullmetal Alchemist.... Just, imagine this young, little genius reading such a book at such a young age; think of how he would react to such twists and chills this story brings, and how it unknowingly shaped him. (how it inspired him).

This started a very big, very large rabbit hole for the kid; he could not get enough after that; which, in the end, leads him to a manga called Bleach. He ends up enjoying it, not as much as Fullmetal, but the story does peak his interest, from Ichigo's charisma, to even side characters like Gin's treachery and Urahara's puppetry. it is a fasinating story in it's own right, even as the villain, Aizen both intrigues him and frustrates him.

Like, his motives and ambitions, along with his skills should not make such a fucking flat as depth character! Where is character depth, why does he fucking monologue so damn much? Why not explore the sense of loneness that Ichigo saw, especially once we reach the Qincy War and he still sided with SS? Sosuke would like a little more justice for a character with so much potential and shit, a villain through and through, and yet one of the greatest helps at the end.

(We do not mention the Bleach Epilogue, and it's not because Sosuke ships Ishida and Inou, nope, it just doesn't exist, out of spite out of mind. why does he ship it? because why not :D)

So, for this relatively self-adjusted Aizen Sosuke, he suddenly dies one day, only to find due to certain circumstances, (I'm gonna say a certain wishing rock, his soul being distantly connected, wrong place wrong time, shitty luck, and his death not actually be an accident >_> how energy can not be destroyed or created technically, so it attached to his soul) Sosuke finds himself kinda sorta before what might be the Soul King(?) and he's gonna have to be born as Bleach!Aizen Sosuke cause funky things happened across dimensions, and it's either this or have his soul shredded in unbearable agony.

Sosuke:... So what, I become a Shikigami and get guaranteed a one way ticket to hell the minute I die? Soul King: Not if you play your cards right; but yeah, the Visored still need to be a thing, so have fun figuring that out :D Sosuke: Fuck. You. *so starts his Tries to figure out a way to fucking change the whole Soul King system so the Captains and such don't have to became hellspawn the minute they die and how to create Visored consensually*

So yeah, Aizen Sosuke is a pretty different animal in this world; He still has the damn Customer Service smile, because it has become a very important tool in survival among those damn annoying nobles, is a bit snarky tho but very, very rarely because corpal punshiment with whips and such is actually still a thing here and people do get so very nasty because they can with Outer Rukongai Trash as he is called.

But it's so pathetically easy to find souls and such that willingly let them be experimented on if it means their families get fed or they don't die in the cold. the only illusions Sosuke uses is to disguise himself with or erase memoires of conversations if the soul choses not to be experimented on. Otherwise, Sosuke is brutally honest in what he's doing, what can happen to the soul, and what it can cost.

(It's kinda understandable, that other Aizen Sosuke's ambitions, with just how fucking many take him up on that offer so fucking willingly, some even happy with it.)

So things happen, Sosuke really doesn't want to create a certain death marble, but the way things are going it's looking like it, seeing as he is nowhere near close to his goals. (He thinks of such a thing, this Hogyoku, thinks of just how many suffered for it, how it twisted a version of himself, the temptation of twisted promises, and this man can't help but hesitate, uncertain of temporing with such things beyond him. He might be a version of Aizen Sosuke, he might be made up with twisted ambitions and his own greed, Rukongai chewing him up and spitting him out into something that will survive, letting him see just how deep his inner demons are... but as he is parallel, there are lines he will not cross.)

So, Sosuke on a whim and coffee withdraw, (with nightmares haunting his feet and dreams, screams and blood seemingly drenching them) sees if he can maybe at least get along with Urahara Kisuke. After all, he's pretty sure he won't get the worst case scenario, with the man plotting his downfall one step at a time at least.

(It is the start of the best and worst relationship anyone in Soul Society has ever seen; Like, 95% of SS thinks these two are just really intense, hateful rivals who get under each other's skin like no one else can, concerns about how the two spar really rough with each other, people guessing if anything they must have had hate sex at least once because of battle high. the startled concerns with how their debates are rough and harsh, their Rukongai language actually coming out as they argue and growl at the other even as they smartly trash the other sides pro's and cons, only to get served a minute later.

The remaining 5% is split between groups who think the relationship is like the worst married couple ever, you think they're on their way to a divorce any minute now, with maybe a concern of toxicity. But the other part, with maybe one or three people who have actually looked at this relationship, really look and realize; oh... so that's how love can look like too... huh.

Because for these two broken, bloody men showing the world they have something they care about, something they treasure and love is never a smart thing; it only gets it stolen from them or tossed aside. So all their gentle touches, soft words, the domestic bliss of Sosuke able to cook and serve a little tea on the side as Kisuke rambles with bright eyes about his favored project at the moment, of just holding the other close as they sleep after rough missions and nightmares; this is only to be had behind closed and reinforced doors so they don't risk this person who they world destroy worlds and more for) But that is later; much later; for now, the two are snarky besties who take pot shots at each other but will mentally screw with others who would say shit about the other.

And then... the thing that Sosuke has been trying to do, the Hollowifcation that he has been struggling to reach all this time, has been failing at... is done; not by him, not by any scientist or some such, but i'm gonna say it was a means to save him and a few others from a fate worst then death or something, Kisuke desperate to do so.

Yes, this does in fact mean We get a Visored!Aizen, cuz why not :3 not to mention, with maybe a few different Visored with maybe a couple still the same. (Kaien and Gin would be interesting in my opinion, with maybe Shinji not actually a Visored in this world, maybe Lisa either if we want to trade seconds of the squads :3)

So yeah, exile happens still, no one hunting them down because the only search parties that would be allowed for them would be assassinations and such, and no one wants them dead besides assholes.

Things happen, things go differently, and in the end Aizen Sosuke, as a soul outside the cycle of reincarnation, one touched by so many different energies, has been both corrupted and become more, with a power and sword that can warp reality, he can touch the throne and not become unmade, can use it for his goal, in return for his own sacrifice

Of course, this is Sosuke; his back up plans have back up plans; so, he goes Isekai protagonist, finding himself in post canon bleach without knowing it, pretty powerless if you didn't count his mind and that he still has his sword, just forced to forget their name and his power cut in half (he's built himself up from nothing twice already, what's once more with some perks and it's not like he won't be able to remember their name; on another note, all his respect for all the sheer bullshit Ichigo had to go through after the winter war).

Of course, Sosuke isn't going to go through this alone; nah, urahara and his fellow visored are like "you're not getting rid of us that easy So-kun :) " and of course others will join in, because they are rebel or die together.

So, all these alternate versions in post canon, what havoc will they cause? A lot; some interactions I want:

Sosuke is injured and past out when canon first finds them, because of the newest villain of the week got lucky and so we have a blood thirsty Kisuke ready to destroy everything, cold blooded and still unlike he usually shows the world. Hijinks happens when all three groups clash, bonds happen, pretty sure the Ichigo effect comes up once or twice as the two groups work together against the enemy flavor of the week, so it's pretty late when peeps realize; wtf, why is an aizen here?

On Sosuke's part; wakes up, bleary-eyed, blinks, takes in a scene before him that is probably a bit ridiculous, before he turns his back to it and goes right back to sleep: I reject a reality where there are two Urahara's :T

Sosuke: ... why am I surrounded by children? *generally confused by ducklings he has unintentionally gathered by being honest and snarky and a really damn good teacher* Kisuke: *laughing not realizing at first that those are now his ducklings too*

Like, a movie night I want to happen, Sosuke and Kisuke starting it because nightmares and trauma, only for Ichigo and other to join in somehow, it becoming a bonding event.

People finding out about how Sosuke ended up being forced to be reborn in a manga and have no choice but to make Visoreds or have his soul stuck in a cycle of constantly being shredded and tortured, but actually trying to make it as safe and willing as possible. Kisuke: WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TELL ME, I COULD HAVE HELPED!!! Sosuke: WHAT DO YOU MEAM WHY DIDNT I ASK, OF COURSE I WON'T, WHO'D BELIEVE FLAMING BULLSHIT LIKE THAT!? I BARELY BELIEVE IT AND I'VE FUCKING BEEN THROUGH IT!

Sosuke: *Been through the worst day possible, almost died, his people he actually has positive emotions for almost died, made it through with a little more trauma." ... Fuck it. *Kisses his boyfriend, uncaring who sees.* Post Canon Characters and others: *Jaw dropped, choked sounds, sputters, and money and bets exchanging hands*

Sosuke to Canon!Aizen:... You can not tell me you have not wanted to pin Urahara to the wall and stab him a little as you kiss him; I know myself well enough.

And welp, here it is, ask me questions if you want or if anyone gets inspired, let me know!

#Bleach #Aizen Sosuke #UraAi #Is that the ship name?#Urahara Kisuke #Kinda/Sorta SI!Aizen AU

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dchuntress · 6 months ago

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ooohlalalalala i LOVE thinking about miss bertinelli so much... here are my personal thoughts on how she'd be like at various levels of teaching...

preschool: art and crafts teacher!!! she'd be so fun and zesty and always covered in colours because she encourages her kiddos to have fun! she encourages them to surpass their limitations and be wild and creative, while also subtly teaching them valuable skills and lessons. i like to imagine she wears suspenders and sneakers a lot.

primary/elementary school: at this level of teaching, i wanna say she teaches history and inspires many of her students to understand the value of learning about history and taking lessons from our collective past so we do not repeat the worst — as well as understand the contributions of those preceding us as well an understanding of the human mind. she sticks to the books but she very much does not approve of when facts are omitted, swept under the rug, or sugarcoated so she, keeping her kiddos' ages in mind, tries to give them a broader picture of what really went on. every day before class, she writes a "fun historical fact of the day" on the board and doodles a relevant drawing next to it.

middle school: english, maybe classical literature specifically because i would love to see her and her kiddos having frank and open discussions on the texts they read together and what lessons they can take from that — what to follow as well as what to avoid — and apply it to their own lives. she encourages her kids to really think for themselves and be frank in their essays instead of just parroting the "right" opinion, she is pretty lax about assignments so long as their papers aren't just like copy pastes of sparknotes or ai generated 💔 i can also see her being asked to moderate the school's debate club too.

highschool: physics. this is mostly because physics is often involved a lot in superheroics (shooting crossbows and guns, flying or gliding with grappling hooks, ballistics and projectile motion, principles of momentum, leverage, force distribution, etc) and i kinda liked it when peter parker used his geometrical knowledge to pull off a stunt in that film, so i kinda want that effect here + i feel like if helena taught physics or maths or other sciences, her students very much would have a less worse time because she is so patient and caring and would try her effort best to kill any of the maths anxiety or whatever misconceptions science students grew up with. she likes doing a lot of practical demonstrations in class to clarify concepts as well as to build up memories and to show practical application, plus she often stays behind late after class because she's happy to explain to one student the same one concept they're stuck on 50 times if it means they can finally get it and move on. she also talks to her students a lot about real world stuff too, like their post-graduation plans or the state and affairs of gotham and so on.

university professor: first things first, she wears blazers very regularly as a professor and i love it so much i love women... now, i think it'd be an au pretty much if i were to consider her a university professor, but i can see it happening if, say, she ever decides to move to metropolis and advance her career or studies. she'll always be primarily a school teacher to me so i haven't thought much about this one, but the courses she could teach are endless and all so fascinating to me... cultural studies... anthropology... sociology... environmental studies... linguistics... english or history... women's studies... education and pedagogy... film studies... music and performing arts... yeahhhhhh

#helena musings #my headcanons

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knuck-knuck-my-names-fuckles · 2 months ago

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lol any ideas up for sale recommendation? one shots or something bigger? I have the writing skill but NO FICKING INSPIRATION AHHHH

the Deaf tenma fic is essentially up for grabs, thats a fic that requires a level of care that I can't give it, maybe I'll dedicate a one-shot to the idea, but if you want to write a full length fic, go nuts

the different coach idea is something that I still haven't quite let go of yet, especially kageno. as someone who struggles with social interaction, and was far from first pick in gym, I relate a lot to kageno. but really, you can take this idea in different directions, I think that a lot of characters from the og season have real potential to be great coaches from raimon GO

I've had an idea in the back of my mind that's been bouncing around for a bit. if I remember correctly Endou became the coach in Go because he got injured, correct me if I'm wrong, so I'm assuming that in typical Endou fashion he just kinda jumped head first without considering what that would actually mean. he has to be, essentially, a teacher to these kids. and being a good soccer player does Not automatically mean you know how to Teach Others how to be good soccer players. so who does Endou know nearby with experience in this sort of thing. Hibiki wasn't really all that great of a coach looking back, but he was better than nothing, and Hitomiko had, things, going on, when she was coach. but Handa Shinichi, one of the first two who joined his soccer club, just so happens to have been coaching the KFC for a while, and he seems to know what he's doing at that, considering his character description: "Inazuma KFC's coach, formerly from the Raimon Eleven. He's popular with kids with his easy-to-understand coaching."

and speaking of character description, shishido sakichi: his character description in the first game is "He is becoming the team's key-man by developing his own pace." And then Kidou swoops in, and in the next game, his description is totally different: "His laid-back personality can make him the butt of his team-mates' jokes." I think there's a load of untapped fanfic potential in those two descriptions alone. and I can't imagine that Kidou's integration into the team was as smooth as the show made it out to be.

Of course I'm on a bit of an ina11 binge right now, so most of what I'm cooking up is ina11 related, but I'm always happy to put ideas out there!

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amelia201 · 9 months ago

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First kiss

- 4K (finished)

- Soukoku High School AU

- Sweet wholesome tooth-rotting fluff

- A bit of internalized homophobia on Chuuya's part because he is so not gay

- If this feels like it's inspired by "What's Your Name", you're very right (but VERY loosely).

Chuuya is a new kid at school Dazai goes to and he is instantly head over heels for him but Chuuya claims that he isn’t gay. Still, he became friends with Dazai, even though somewhat reluctantly. They don’t see each other outside of their literature class and gym, but occasionally they have run-ins with one another in the local arcade.

It was all good until one day Chuuya let it slip that he finds that dating a man is kinda weird. He didn’t think it was normal, even if he had nothing against it. Dazai didn’t say anything to that, he just hummed and went back to playing on his phone.

Chuuya didn’t think twice about it.

It’s all well and good for Chuuya, new school, lots of new friends until he noticed that Dazai is acting weird.

Sitting by himself a lot, reading during class, sometimes even taking a nap. Teachers were weirdly not paying attention to it, and it was only later when one of Chuuya’s friends whispered to him that it was because he was the principal’s kid, so he could kinda do what he wanted as long as he got good grades.

Chuuya found it… odd, at the very least. Dazai acted more reserved every day towards him, didn’t come to the arcade, and then one day he didn’t come to class. And then the next. And the next.

Until he reappeared almost three weeks later, looking…. Different. Half of his body was wrapped in bandages, and Chuuya immediately came up to him asking what the hell happened. Only instead of a smile and an explanation he got told to piss off.

Nakahara was very confused. Yeah, they weren’t the closest of friends, but surely, Dazai didn’t have to be so rude to him.

“What’s your problem?” He asked, annoyed.

“A tiny slug is in my face, asking for things that don’t concern him is my problem.”

Chuuya felt like he wanted to punch Dazai, but he knew he’d be the one getting in trouble, so he let it go.

More time went on, and it became painfully obvious that Dazai didn’t really talk to… anyone, anymore. He spent a lot of his time with their literature teacher, Oda, but aside from that, nobody saw Osamu at social gatherings or anywhere outside of class.

Chuuya didn’t know why it bothered him so much. They have only known each other for three months, he shouldn’t be this pressed about it, right?

He spent his days with Yuan and Shiraze, going to classes and the arcade with them, a couple of parties here and there. Normal stuff.

But then one day he sawDazai at the arcade again. By himself. Not playing anything, just kinda standing in a corner, looking at the machines like he didn’t know what to do with them.

Chuuya told his friends he’d be right back, debating how to approach Dazai. He wasn’t sure that he should, but… something must have been going on for him to be acting in such a way.

“Oi, Dazai,” he greeted, leaning on a game machine they used to play together, “how are you?”

Osamu looked at him with a blank stare.

“Chuuya. Didn’t know I’d run into you. We’ll leave.”

“Huh!? What? Who’s we?”

“Wouldn’t want to ruin your Saturday.”

Now Chuuya was most certainly confused. What the hell? Was Dazai mad at something? Then why didn’t he say anything?

“Dazai, I don’t know what’s going on but…”

He was interrupted when Dazai’s companion came back, a tall, lanky foreign exchange student, who didn’t even spare Chuuya a glance at first.

“Sorry, I took so long, darling.”

Darling!? What sort of a friend was he?

“Oh, Fyodor, this is umm… This is Chuuya,” Dazai ignored the pet name and introduced him.

“Oh, so that’s Chuuya. Well, I must say,” he stepped closer, towering over Chuuya, clearly trying to be intimidating, “not what I imagined.”

“Dazai, who’s this?”

Chuuya knew he didn’t have the right to ask Dazai anything, but he wasn’t sure why. Maybe they weren’t the closest of friends, but he thought they got along.

And now he was here with some guy who was calling him pet names?! What the hell? Was Dazai… But that… that surely didn’t mean…

“He is my…” Dazai started, but before he can finish, Fyodor did it for him.

“Date. I’m his date, Nakahara.” He said, placing his arm around Osamu’s waist, which seemed thinner than usual. “Does it bother you?”

Yeah, it bothered him all right, but not for the reasons he expected. A sudden feeling of anger rose inside of Chuuya, and under Dazai’s absent gaze, it only boiled more, threatening to explode.

He knew this feeling, really surprised to be experiencing it now, but he could ponder over that later.

“Yeah it fucking does. Who the hell are you?”

“Chuuya, don’t…” Dazai started and weaved his way out of Fyodor’s grip. “It’s none of your concern.”

“Is this why you wouldn’t talk to me anymore!?

Chuuya was mad, about to explode, actually. Hopefully, in Fyodor’s face, whose smug smile was not doing any favors for his self-control.

“You thought… what? I say one thing and you just ditch me? I didn’t know you were….” He lowered his voice to make sure Yuan and Shiraze didn’t overhear, who already were looking in their direction, “You never told me you were gay.”

“Why would he?” Fyodor interjected again, getting on Chuuya’s nerves. “You said that you think it’s weird.”

Nakahara wanted to punch him if only to shut him up. He wanted to hear Dazai say it, to explain, what the hell was going on, not some jerk who was getting in the way.

“He can answer for himself! Dazai,” he takes a deep breath, “can we talk? Alone?”

Osamu looked… conflicted. Chuuya could see it plain as day on his oh-so-unreadable face, how he doubted and how a part of him wanted to say yes.

But Fyodor interjected again.

“Actually, we’re leaving. Osamu, let’s find someplace without… these types of people.”

He grabbed Dazai’s hand, who let himself be led towards the exit, leaving Chuuya alone with his thoughts.

He hid behind a game machine to think. Everything happened so quickly…

A date. Dazai was here on a date. What the hell? But he never said… why did he never say anything?

Later at home, he continued to think about everything, trying to reach some sort of a conclusion that would explain Dazai’s odd behavior.

The change in him was too sudden, and Chuuya wasn’t sure what to make of it. He thought back to the time when they first met, how soft Dazai appeared, even if slightly reserved, how shyly he smiled sometimes and blushed when Chuuya did something galant like open the door for him or bring him coffee. How Osamu helped him with homework instead of sleeping because Nakahara was falling behind since the program at this school was too advanced for him. How he brought Chuuya a flower to school one time, placing it behind his ear and said that white suited him….

Oh. No way. But that….

No way!

Chuuya almost jumped up on the bed when a sudden realization hit him. This… made sense, considering how Osamu reacted to such a tiny statement.

He’d have to find him, preferably when Fyodor wasn’t around, and talk to him. As soon as possible.

***

The morning was a drag for Chuuya. He couldn’t sit still, thinking over his suspicions, roaming around the house, and cleaning like a maniac until his older sister Koyou asked him what is going on.

“As much as I adore a clean house, this isn’t normal for you. Did something happen at school?” she asked while opening a bottle of lemonade and placing it in front of him.

“What? Nothing ha…” he paused under her stern gaze, “well, something may have, but.. It’s not… Okay fine, Dazai’s been acting weird and yesterday I saw him on a date! At the arcade, we used to go to! It’s not…”

Chuuya wasn’t sure what he was trying to say. Isn’t fair? He didn’t own the arcade, and he himself went there with other people. It’s not right? He was certain he felt that way, but the subtle tinge of discomfort that he started feeling last night at the thought that Dazai may have stopped being his friend because he offhandedly said something bigoted and it accidentally hit home now was turning into outright self-deprecation and guilt.

“Dazai, that’s…”

“Yes, Mori-san’s kid.”

Koyou seemed to think of something for a second and then asked:

“He isn’t friends with you anymore?”

“No. He just disappeared for like three weeks and then returned, covered in bandages, refusing to say a word to me. I don’t know what happened and he never told me.”

“Did you ask?”

Chuuya suddenly realized that maybe he hadn’t. He thought he had, but he never tried to actually find out what happened. He sort of gave up on their friendship and now he was acting all jealous when he had no right to be.

“Not really.”

“Maybe you should.”

“I tried, he told me to bugger off.”

Koyou raised her eyebrows.

“When?”

“When he first stopped talking to me, and then yesterday, when he was with that… person.”

“Why does it bother you so much?”

Chuuya wished he knew the answer to it, but aside from the fact that he felt physically sick at the thought of Fyodor kissing Osamu, holding his waist or his hand, hugging him, and spending time with him, he couldn’t come up with a reason.

“Because he was with…”

He wanted to say it. He really did. He trusted his sister a lot, she has always been there for him ever since they moved here to get away from their father, who drank a little too much and didn’t mind beating up his son occasionally. Koyou turned eighteen and got parental rights, even though she was only a few years older than Chuuya. He has been forever grateful to her that she didn’t leave him behind. She could have, it would have been easier for her to escape that place. But instead of going to university, she found a job at the school Chuuya now went to, as a secretary, working for Mori-san.

Which presented a problem. He couldn’t out Dazai like this, even if he knew that Koyou wouldn’t say anything, there must have been a reason why Dazai hadn’t told anyone about being gay.

“He was with who?”

“This girl I like,” he forced himself to say, even though for some reason the idea of Dazai being with someone else on a date also did not excite him.

Koyou’s expression changed from a puzzled one to an amused one, and then she burst out laughing.

“This girl you like? Okay, you don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready, but just so you know, it’s fine if you’re…”

Chuuya looked like a deer in the headlights.

“If I’m what?!”

“You know,” she smiled softly, trying not to giggle, “if you’re gay.”

“I AM NOT GAY!! Didn’t I just tell you that there is this girl I like? Weren’t you listening?”

“Bi, then? Or something else… It’s all fine, Chuuya, really, I wouldn’t love you any less, you can tell me. It’s completely fine if you like boys…”

“I DO NOT!”

He didn’t feel rage, just fear, and he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Koyou, however, saw it plain as day.

“Look,” she placed a palm over his, “I know our dad wasn’t… the best, but he can’t harm you anymore. You don’t have to fear, he’ll never find us. and if he does, it won’t be for years, not until he gets out.”

The emotions were now drowning Chuuya, overwhelming him ever so slightly. Fear, yes, but also something else, something he couldn’t quite recognize. But he didn’t want to push his sister away, not after everything she’s done for him.

“Koyou… It’s not… I’m not… This isn’t about me,” was all that he could mutter.

“Okay. So what is this about? Dazai?”

“I’m worried about him.”

And miss him.

“Look, darling, you won’t do anyone any favors by blowing up like I’m sure you did. Why don’t you talk to him? I’m going over to Mori-san’s house today for dinner with our colleagues, would you like to come with me? Dazai will be there and you two can talk without being interrupted. Plus I’m sure he’d like the company.”

***

Chuuya really was an expert at lying to himself by the time Koyou’s car pulled up to the large house at the end of the lane about putting any thought into his appearance. He certainly hasn’t spent forty minutes styling his hair, and he also didn’t change three outfits before deciding on back jeans, a t-shirt, and his green jacket. And no, he didn’t feel tempted to put eyeliner on. None of those things.

Koyou took the ignition key out and smiled at her brother.

“Ready?”

“Sure,” he lied.

The large house was more like a mansion, unlike anything either of them had seen before. Koyou had visited Mori-san here previously, but Chuuya paused in front of the large staircase, staring at the ceiling.

Was that a fucking chandelier?

“Koyou-san, welcome!” Mori came out to greet them both, “and Chuuya-kun, nice of you to join us. Keeping your sister company, I’d imagine?”

“Actually, I’m…”

“It was my idea, Mori-san. I thought Osamu could use a friend after… the incident. Is he home?”

The incident? Did something happen? Chuuya looked at Koyou, hoping for an explanation, but nothing came. She wasn’t even looking at him.

Mori, however, seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. If Chuuya didn’t know any better, he’d think that he seemed relieved.

“Oh, that’s a wonderful idea. Osamu was already whining all day about how much he didn’t want to attend… Well, all the better.” He turned to Chuuya. “Dazai is upstairs. Do you know where his room is? It’s second to the right, by the bathroom at the end of the hall.”

“I’m sure I’ll find it.”

***

That he did, rather quickly, too. Chuuya reached the end of the corridor and he was suddenly struck with a thought, what the hell was he doing here? Why did he come to see Dazai? Maybe he should have asked Mori-san to call Dazai down, but it’s already too late. He is here, standing in front of Dazai’s door, palms sweating.

He took a deep breath and knocks.

“Go away, dad, I told you, I’m not going.”

“Dazai, it’s me. Chuuya.”

No answer came at first, but instead, a noise, and then the door opened.

“Chuuya, what are you doing here?”

He isn’t sure what to say, mainly because he doesn’t know himself. What is he doing here, really? He doesn’t know the truth so he opts for the next best thing.

“I came to talk to you.”

Instead of resistance, Chuuya is met with that blank stare again, and then Dazai opens the door wider to let him in.

The room is not as big as he imagines it to be, but the blank walls make it seem larger. A bed, a table, and an overfilled bookcase are all that show that the room is lived in. As if this wasn’t a room of a teenager who lived here for years.

Dazai was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, with the bandages being his now ever-present accessory. He dropped onto the bed, waving his hand to show Chuuya to sit next to him.

Nakahara does so, somewhat reluctantly, and glances at Dazai who went back to playing on his phone. Not even looking at him, it seems.

“You’ve got a lot of books.”

“Is that what you came to talk to me about? My literature collection? No need.”

Chuuya sighed, instead of feeling angry.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at chibi?” Dazai scoffed.

“You tell me. You’ve been gone a long time and then you came back, looking like this, you weren’t speaking to me anymore. And yesterday… I’m just trying to find out what’s going on.”

“Are you now? That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Oh my god, can you just tell me what’s wrong so I can at least know what the fuck I did wrong? And put that damn thing down, I’m trying to talk to you.”

“Fine,” Dazai put the phone down, leaving the match and side turned to Chuuya. “What is it that my darling Chuuya wants to know?”

“I already asked.”

“I guess you did. You are here because you’re wondering what made me so upset. Have you considered that I just don’t want to be your friend anymore?”

That felt like a bucket of cold water over his head. But before he could reply, Dazai continued.

“But what’s gotten you so upset, chibi? You’ve got plenty of other friends. Like what’s his name and Yuan.”

“Shiraze.”

“Whatever.”

“And so did you, it seems, but now you’re not talking to anyone at all. What happened?”

Dazai half smiled, but the creases of his eyes remained smooth. Chuuya was sitting close enough to notice.

“I still have one friend.”

That almost made Chuuya see red, but he forced himself to calm down.

“Fyodor? I thought he was your…” it almost pained him to say it, “boyfriend.”

Apparently, his emotion showed it, because Dazai chuckled bitterly.

“Is that so disgusting to you?”

“What? No, that’s not… It’s not that he is a guy, Dazai, he’s just… I don’t know. He isn’t good for you. You know what they say about him.”

He was certain Dazai heard the rumors of why Fyodor moved to Japan in the first place, how much trouble he was in his old school back in Russia.

“Not good for me? Since when are you this caring?”

“I don’t know, Dazai, since we’ve been friends until one day you decided that you didn’t want to be my friend anymore? And yes, not good for you. You had plenty of completely normal friends who are not using you for… whatever he needs.”

“What, like you?”

That stung, but Nakahara chose to bite the bullet for the time being, since at least Dazai was talking to him now.

“I’m among them.”

“Thinking quite highly of ourselves, are we?”

Chuuya was getting tired of this. He was here, actually trying to find out what the fuck happened, but Dazai was still not budging, just sitting, hutched, not even looking at him. This made Chuuya do something he hadn’t expected himself to do.

He moved closer to Dazai and turned his face toward him, taking him off guard.

“Look at me, would you? Osamu… what the hell happened? I promise I won’t tell anyone, lord knows I can keep a fucking secret.” He placed a palm over Dazai’s holding his hand in his, noticing with glee that the latter wasn’t taking it away. He seemed so surprised that he didn’t move at all. “You were gone and I…. I fucking miss you, okay? I don’t know what I did, but can you tell me at least if I can make it right? Please?”

Dazai didn’t react at first, but then his gaze trailed lower and Chuuya felt a thumb caressing his hand. Gently, barely noticeable, but enough to send a pleasant feeling down his spine and… lower. Enough to make his heart flutter.

Fuck. Maybe Koyou was right… No, she couldn’t have been, he isn’t one of those… But how could he think about it now, when Dazai was so close, smiling sadly at him? Chuuya felt himself blush suddenly and almost heard his heartbeat when Osamu moved even closer, stopping a few inches from his lips. He looked into his eyes, not blinking for a moment, and then whispered.

“Don’t move away and I’ll tell you.”

Half a second later, Chuuya felt the warm lips on his own, pressing slightly, not pushing or trying to open his mouth, just touching gently. He felt as if the heat in the room had gone up by twenty degrees, and all the thoughts he had in his mind disappeared instantly. Somewhere in the back of his mind, while he was already drowning in the pleasant feeling of Dazai kissing him (DAZAI KISSING HIM?!!?), Chuuya remembered to do what he was told and didn’t move.

Osamu kissed him softly, when he didn’t meet any resistance, he moved his body a little closer to Chuuya’s, and sucked on his lower lip a little. His one hand moved to cup Chuuya’s face, while another placed the hand it was holding on Dazai’s chest, above his rapidly beating heart.

Looks like he wasn’t the only one nervous.

Chuuya let Dazai lead more out of surprise as well as lack of knowledge of what to do. It was his first kiss, after all, and he never thought it would happen with another boy! But it felt so perfect… Osamu smelled of apples and bandages, and his lips were soft, softer than anything in the world, hearing him whimper slightly when Chuuya finally answered him… It felt like heaven. Absolute bliss.

The kiss, however, ended just as abruptly as it started, but Dazai didn’t move away. He merely pressed his forehead against Chuuya and closed his eyes for a second, smiling in resignation. Nakahara didn’t have time to worry about it, however. He was too busy counting Osamu’s eyelashes and trying to calm down his breathing.

“Now you know what happened,” Dazai whispered. “I’m not mad at chibi. Quite the opposite, actually.” He grazed the back of his hand on Chuuya’s cheekbone, smiling softly, and placed another small kiss on his lip. “But I didn’t lie. I don’t want to be friends anymore.”

“Oh,” was all that Nakahara managed to respond at first. Then, gathering his thoughts, he added, “I see.”

It must have been the wrong thing to say, because Dazai moved away suddenly, although still not breaking eye contact.

“So you still think… it’s weird, I’m assuming.”

He remembered the conversation ever since Fyodor brought it up, and even though his serotonin-flushed brain was trying to catch up desperately, Chuuya suddenly put the pieces together.

“No!” He blurted out.

“No?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that… that you… I… I would have…”

“I’m telling you now.”

That he was, and Chuuya felt like the biggest idiot in the world. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this whole potentially most definitely being gay, but the only thing he knew for a fact right now was that he wanted Dazai to kiss him again. And again. A hundred thousand more times.

“Chuuya,” Dazai smiled, blushing a little, “say something. I just confessed to you, after all. Doesn’t that warrant a response?”

“Yes, right. I’m sorry.”

Dazai lifted an eyebrow, looking suspicious.

“Not for this, this was great. Fantastic actually. Ten out of ten.”

That made Osamu giggle, and wasn’t it the best sound in the whole world? Right after that cute whimper…. oh god. He would never get enough of this, would he? He is actually gay!

“I’m sorry I said that… that thing that one time. That’s what it was, right? I upset you?” Chuuya found strength and confidence in him to brush his hand against Dazai’s face. Osamu trembled at that slightly, making Chuuya want to soothe him more. Vulnerability was a good look on him.

He wanted to see more.

“I’ve upset you, and I… look, my dad…”

He wanted to tell Dazai about why they moved so badly, but the embarrassment at having his own dad beat him up for something so stupid as watching kpop videos and putting on eyeliner like the idols he liked was far too great. He wasn’t ready.

“I know. Mori told me. Well, he didn’t tell me tell me, I read your file.”

“You read what?!”

“Now, there, chibi, don’t be mad,” Dazai chuckled, and kissed his cheek, making Chuuya blush more. If that was even possible. “How could I resist? A beauty like you moving to our little town… I had to find out why.” Then suddenly he seemed solemn and a little bit sad. “I was hoping you’d tell me one day yourself.”

“I just… it’s… I don’t know…”

Chuuya suddenly felt himself at a loss for words. It wasn’t an excuse, not really, and there were too many things he needed to deal with now; but all that moved away again when he felt another touch of the softest lips in the world on his own.

Osamu kissed him again but with more passion this time, first on the corner of his lips, then directly on the mouth, warming Chuuya’s heart and filling his stomach with butterflies. he broke the kiss again (this was really becoming a horrid habit of his) and spoke:

“I thought you’d find me… Disgusting.”

Chuuya squeezed Dazai’s hand he was still holding.

“No, no, Osamu, it’s not… Hang on. Fyodor for sure isn’t your boyfriend, right?”

A chuckle he heard was as bright as the sun.

“No,” Dazai shook his head, smiling, “I’m pretty sure I’m taken. If Chuuya finally says something, that is.”

Suddenly, Nakahara felt so light, as if the weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He wasn’t sure where this feeling came from, but he never wanted it to disappear. He never wanted to make Osamu upset ever again.

“You are taken. No letting you go any time soon.”

#soukoku #bsd #soukoku fic #sfw #sfw soukoku

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lucifyrfallen · 2 years ago

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following my last post about reverse species kiri and spider

when thinking about the au, i didn't considered the fact that spider doesn't really need to have paz and quaritch's DNA, it could've just been one of the two, and i also think that technology there would've improved so much that he could've just been entirely made artificially. i did it because i just like the drama.

i was also very sleep deprived when i posted that au, so i didn't consider that the sully's might also adopt him since i don't think his appearance would trigger neytiri since he is, well, not a human.

of course, he could also get adopted by another family. but that's up in the air if anyone wants to think about it.

now, i could go into two different direction. one that kinda follows canon and the other is an entirely different story.

since he is born in a not so normal circumstances, spider would've still be visiting the scientests a lot. to get tested, and to see if everything is alright. that part stays the same, but this is where the branch would start to separate, the first one goes on to explore on entirely different story.

before Spider was even made, there was a lot of experiments that failed over and over again. they had successfully made human babies before but na'vi babies are different in biology and their purpose. artificially made human babies are alive, na'vi babies are made to be vessels; this experiment was created to make more avatars faster, and in large quantities.

so imagine everyone's surprise - more so freaked out - that Spider started to have a heartbeat just a few days after the humans were sent back to earth. it's faint, and you could barely hear it but its there. Norm frantically called over Jake, followed Neytiri who is convinced that it was Eywa's blessing, and she's probably right. like always.

Spider was taken out from the machine he was in (whatever it's called,, baby maker 3000) as soon as he tried to open his eyes and started spasming. it was the sound of a miracle that night, a newborn cry.

only when he did settle was when he was cradled in the arms of his mother. (inspired by @dirtytransmasc mama!neytiri au mwah i love you)

he would be the oldest, and i think his personality would reflect that. i don't think he would take Neteyam's place, but definitely more... responsible, and a teacher to his younger siblings if anything.

now on the topic of the movie, where he was kidnapped. there's a large possibility that he would've traded places with Kiri, that she would be kidnapped instead but let's focus on one idea first.

if Spider was kidnapped, he would've done the same thing as OG!Spider would, keeping his mouth shut and acting as if he doesn't know anything, but definitely more... aggressive, i would not be surprised if they bound and strapped him down. i do think they be more brutal to him as he and Quaritch do not share any history together, so there would be no bond between them. he could potentially warrant some pity points and go outside with the recoms to "loosen him up"

Spider doesn't try to run away since he could endanger his family and clan because of the tracker they put on him. so instead he tries to use other methods to ward them off, like trying to kill them with Ikrans or hunting like a "na'vi" with little to no instructions. hoping that one of them will die. they don't, unfortunately.

so he went through their plans, all the while making his own. maybe he could push one of them off the boat and let some fish eat them or maybe stab them in their sleep, a lot of ideas.

Spider tries to hide his anger towards the murdered Tulkuns, his disgust when they show off as if it's something to be proud of, he really did, but he couldn't help the hiss when they showed off the golden fluid taken directly from the poor mothers brain. so what if he purposely tripped them face first by extending his leg in their direction, not his fault that they can't see, and it was definitely their fault that they thought Spider even wanted to see this.

Spider did everything they want him to do, in hopes they will not kill him before he does. but one he regretted was agreeing to translate for the Metkayina tribe, for letting those monters burn down their homes, and threatening their lives. he has begged, cried, and screamed for forgiveness- for them stop. but they wouldn't, even when he latched onto Quaritch and fought him, made him bleed - bruised him.

Spider was sedated shortly after that.

ok....i have more.... but i will continue, later. following Quaritch threatening Kiri- all those juicy bits, and of course i will elaborate more on the other possibilities. again my inbox always open if you wanna talk more or questions, n all the sorts, thx !!

#spider socorro #spider avatar #miles spider soccoro #avatar spider #lucifyr delusions

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prythianpages · 1 year ago

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🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ imagines inspired by ABBA songs ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧

rainbow divider is by @cafekitsune! I really just wanted an excuse to make a little disco edit so I made this masterlist. There might be more songs added to this if I get new ideas/inspirations. If you have any suggestions for them or would like to talk about any one of them, feel free to send an ask my way ❤

angst= ♥️ fluff = ☁︎ smut= ☪︎

•¨•.¸¸♪ Lay All Your Love On Me | Cassian ♥️ ☁︎ ☪︎

summary: Cassian is your best friend and best friend’s don’t thirst after one another. Best friends don’t get jealous. Best friends also don’t fall in love with one another. But you did.

•¨•.¸¸♪ When I Kissed the Teacher | Cas's version ☁︎

summary: After weeks of shameless flirting and one drunken confession, you decide to finally own up to your feelings for Cassian.

•¨•.¸¸♪ I've Been Waiting For You | Azriel ☁︎

summary: After centuries of waiting, Azriel finally meets the one he's been longing for. His mate. (this is kinda inspired by Alice & Jasper from twilight.)

•¨•.¸¸♪ Slipping Through My Fingers | Azriel ☁︎ ♥️

summary: it's your baby girl's first day of school and Azriel isn't ready to let her go. *this is based on my Az x Witch reader au but can be read as a stand alone.

•¨•.¸¸♪ When I Kissed The Teacher | Az's version ☁︎

summary: After crushing on Azriel for weeks, Nesta dares you to kiss him during Valkyrie training.

•¨•.¸¸♪ A Man After Midnight | Eris ☁︎ ♥️

summary: though engaged to Sawyer Vanserra, you feel utterly and completely alone with only the company of autumn winds, blowing outside your window. that is, until, Eris shows up. Your man after midnight.

•¨•.¸¸♪ 'Cause Somewhere in The Crowd There's You | Lucien ♥️

summary:When Tamlin sends Lucien to the Night Court as his emisssary, he stumbles upon a nightclub and finds himself captivated by you. His sweet nightingale.

•¨•.¸¸♪ Shining Like the Sun | Lucien ☁︎

summary: Lucien walks in on you singing a familiar tune to your daughter.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar imagine #acotar series #acotar x reader #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x reader #eris x reader #lucien x reader #rhysand x you #azriel x you #cassian x you #eris x you #lucien x you #abba x acotar

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tamelee · 2 years ago

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hi! I really enjoy your art, it has a very unique touch to it that I really like. do you sell prints of your art anywhere?

I've never been much of an artist myself, but lately I've been feeling like I would really like to try and learn how to draw. I know it takes a LOT of practise and that some have a more natural touch to it than others, but do you have any tips for a beginner? where should I start? I have tried reference pics and stuff like that but I never seem to get them right. how can I keep myself motivated when nothing I try turns out the way I imagine it?

sorry if you've already answered something similar to this, I would love to read that too. sending you good vibes and many thanks in advance ✨

Aaaahh thankyou so much! 💕 I don't yet but will soon I'll update on that 🎉🫶

Absolutely!

And wow that's great to hear! I'm really excited for you honestly because it's really fun :3 Well, my ways have always been a little unconventional but most teachers would tell you to pick up a pen and paper and.. just start drawing/doodling with whatever reference you have. Or if you have a pen tablet already, explore the program you're working with. Any kinds of brushes, try them out, try functions the program has- see what it does, make it a fun experience because you can't make any mistakes. It isn't something you have to deliver to anyone, this is practice and this is for you. Put on some music or watch a show on the side that's easy to follow (not one you have to pay close attention to) and just scribble away. You can use an extra program like 'Pureref' (which is free!) that allows you to drag in any references you need on top of your drawing-program or create an extra window where you can drag in any images and rearrange everything just the way you like it, like this:

And then let's try a Sasuke sketch in that pose upper-left corner.

I usually flood the document with a bunch of references in case I need it. (It's always more than I need but I hoard my files a lot 😂.. I think it's a fear of it not being enough "just in case"- but it's okay.) When I'm coloring a sketch, I think of colors beforehand but it kinda depends on my mood. Most of the time I don't bother until I get to the lighting stage. If you feel like you don't really got the hang of using a pen-tablet yet, there is a good tutorial with exercises here. And don't worry at all!!! Because it'll get much easier and easier overtime, just please take care of your hands and stretch gently always. Remember it is never supposed to hurt.

Honestly the way to improve fast with art is... just get obsessed over something 😂 and draw that. Find something you like and enjoy drawing it at least from my understanding that is what happened to many people. For me it's.. well.. If you want to get inspired, go to places, preferably professional spaces and make a board with art in styles you really like. (Or a folder for example!)

This way you can use references to make something and it's a good start/practice ^^! At least it was very helpful for me! If you feel like nothing turns out the way you imagine it, then don't worry about it please.. creating something involves so many steps it is nearly impossible.. or it is impossible actually to have something turn out exactly as you imagine it beforehand. It is more important that the end-result is something that is satisfying which has more to do with the actual process itself. And I know that is not something you might want to hear now but I guess you'd have to experience it? At least for me, every new art I make involves something along the lines of "oh I kinda liked that" or "ew, no, nope, no, not doing that ever again" it's a constant process. Here are some helpful video's for beginners because I think visual inspiration would be more beneficial for you than just a bunch of text from me!

5 FIRST STEPS TO LEARN TO DRAW

HOW TO DRAW SIMPLE FACES

HOW I STUDY DRAWING

Advice for Starting your Art Journey

Extra (not necessarily for beginners):

Why BELIEF Is More Important Than TALENT

How I Reduce TOXIC Perfection As An Artist (Best Drawing Exercise TO Do)

What to do If you aren't Improving

Why it takes so long to get good at art

I hope any of this is helpful to you and I hope you have a nice day 🌷💕! Happy drawing!

#asktamelee #art tips #art tutorial

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queenofsliferred · 8 months ago

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*crashes through the ceiling* Hello, hello ~💜

So, not an ask game question, I'm just curious af. Would you mind telling me more about Sora Kurohoshi? And Rin Amamiya? And Dolores "Lolita"? And Jeff the Pom?

Also, how do Kitana Garrison and Nerissa look like? (description, picrew, whatever you prefer!)

hewwo!!

sora was originally made for a death note RP forum that i made with my friends. she was really egotistical and was the catalyst for one of the "big events" of the thing. she at first killed a bully of hers then went on to kill her family to get more attention from kira. she threatened to kill her cousin who was testifying against her and smuggle in a weapon to her court case then she would somehow steal it and then cause an even bigger scene that kira just couldn't ignore. she really wanted to die by kira but light winds up having her kill herself by using the death note (like writing in the fact that she commits suicide, not like giving her the note and then lol.)

i used this anime girl as a face claim. you just dont see anime girl pics like this anymore :')

Rin Amamiya is basically a female version of Joker Persona 5. i got super attached to her as i fleshed her out and wrote more about her. i rp as her a lot on a ERP site and have done crossover stuff which led to her MHA AU counterpart.

MHA!Rin is a petty criminal. she isn't super serious about actually committing crimes and is lowkey kind of a coward despite the showiness of her heists and costumes (which is a revealing leotard). like the traditional phantom thief, she sends a letter announcing that she is going to steal X thing and that the police better catch her and stop her. i personally think that she does all this for attention because she's so unassuming and considered really plain outside of the Joker persona.

she has beef with Neito because she couldn't use the name Phantom Thief due to him. the two butt heads a lot because he always wound up having to chase her and stuff when he was on his internship.

(art by nemirutami)

Dolores (though she wants you to call her Lolita-chan! its totally more cute that way!) is a trainer born in Paldea but had to move to Galar for most of her life. she has a huge fangirl crush on Raihan (and Bede when he becomes a gym leader) due to his amazing charisma and impeccable social media prescence. he inspires her to try to become a champion and idol as well. she has a HUGE fascination with sinnohian and hoennian culture, finding them really cute and aesthetically pleasing plus the animation that comes from there is really cool.

she has a tendency to get new crushes ALL THE TIME even if she's in a relationship atm. her girlfriend goes to another school (naranja while she is an uva student). you don't know her. (the girlfriend is real and is named maria, she belongs to my partner). her biggest crush is probably professor jacq, her biology teacher, but she doesn't pursue it.

jeff the pom isn't the most fleshed out tbh. he be my dog, jeff who is a pommeranian, but as a sonic character. i imagine him being a 'speed' type character in a sonic heroes setting. he's a doofus who wears his heart on his sleeve and sleeps all the time.

i dont have a ref image for him yet sadly gshfhgsdfh

when i originally made kitana, i used this anime girl as a face claim.

i eventually drew her in 2014 and lol its kinda rough to look at.

nerissa looks like this!

on the left is her current design and the right is her old design.

thanks for the questions!

#my ocs #oc: sora kurohoshi #oc: rin amamiya #oc: rin mha #oc: dolores lolita #oc: jeff the pom #oc: kitana #oc: nerissa

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hobaworld7 · 2 years ago

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KNJ - Teach me - pt2

pairing : reader x namjoon / unistudent!reader x teacher!namjoon / bestfriend taehyung, maybe he's in love with the reader, he doesn't know yet -and neither do i lol-

genre : forbidden relationship, teacher and uni student relationship, all consensual, both mature and over 21. the reader is a v!rg!n and kinda innocent. really a slowburn, it start to get into the real thing tho in this chapter. some romantic rapprochement you know winkwink

word count : almost 3k

warning : don't hookup with your teacher plz, this is just fiction, just don't do it okay AHHAHA

summary : NamJoon is a new teacher and you are the student president. He notices you after being late a few times in a month and he's trying to get your attention. You both feel an attraction but this is forbidden so you try to forget about it.

a/n : i could write a whole book just with the inspiration that turtleneck-namjoon is giving me. enjoy army. okay i'm lowkey really proud about where this story is going. it will have more then two part.

disclaimer : pictures from pinterest / namjoon isn't mine / just an imagine

READ PART ONE HERE

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''Hum, hey, I don't know who you are but Y/N just collapse in my arms, completely drunk. I saw your number on the back of her phone. Are you her boyfriend? Anyways, could you come get her. Her friends are all gone or fast asleep. Here is the address.''

Namjoon wasn't asleep yet. It was past midnight but he was relaxing while watching his favorite show on the couch. His cellphone was on the table in front of him, facing the wood. He was surprise to hear it buzzed at this hour. The thought of you needing him was enough to jump off the couch and grab it.

He read the text and got up to go grab some shirt to cover his naked chest before grabbing his key and leave his apartment. It was only fifteen minutes away. He put on some music and check his phone while driving to be sure you were still okay. When he arrives in front of the house, he grab a hat and some sunglass so the students doesn't recognize him. He turn off his car and walk to the door. Hearing the loud music, he understood that the party was till going on for a few of them. It was strange to see his student drunk and high, dancing or sleeping every where they could find a comfy corner. He recognize Taehyung on the couch, sleeping, the mouth open, completely black out. He walk around the house, to find you sitting outside, near the pool. He rushes over you.

-Namjoonie oppaaaaa. You're hereee.

You difficulty get up and tried to put your hand around his neck but the alcohol was quite running into your body so you loose balance. He rushes over you and wrap his hands around your hips and you fell against his chest. The sound of your laugh made his heart skipped a beat. Even your laugh was more than beautiful. You rest your dizzy head against him.

-I think, I think, I may have drink a littleee too much oppaaa.

A little chuckle leaves his lips. He help you stand up straight and walk you toward his car.

-I'm gonna bring you home okay? Can you tell me your address?

-Oppaaa, do you think I'm pretty? Because I think you are really sexyy. Oops, I think I shouldn't be saying things like that. But you now, Mr.Kim, when I see your arms though your shirt when you teach us, makes me want to take private lessons with you.

He stops his walk to look at you. You cheeks were burning red because of the alcohol and you were laughing uncontrollably. He had to take a deep breath and remembering you were drunk.

Since his first day teaching your class he notices you. The student president, always studying, these cute glasses on the point of your nose, the way your skirt was revealing your thigh when you cross your legs, everything about you made him crazy. He tried telling himself that he was a teacher and couldn't think that way. The age-gap wasn't too big and the way you were looking at him earlier this day. He had to take a hot and long shower as soon he got home, making sure to pleasure himself a bit because he couldn't get you out of his head. Since he was a responsable adult so he won't try anything on you tonight, but your confession made his heart skip a beat.

He helps you sit in the car and buckle your belt so you stay safe under his responsibility. You finally gave him your adresse and he was surprise to heard you were living alone.

-My dad left when I was young. It was only my mom and I but she got sick last year and died this summer. I was able to stay at this school since my situation but had to moved out on the other side of the city. That is why I was late quite a few times.

Your drunken confession surprises him. You shaky hand grab his.

-I'm alone. I'm alone and no one notice. Not even my friends.

You leaned your head on the window, keeping his hand in yours, fidgeting with his finger, lost in your thoughts. The more he drives, the more he realize you weren't living in a particularly safe neighbourhood. He let out your hand once he was park in front of your apartment building. You stumble out of his car, your sickness taking over your drunkness. You fell on your knees. He rushes out to reach you in time to grab your hair before you throw up on the street.

-That's... That's embarrassing.

You let out a little laugh and he grabs a napkin to wipe the corner of your lips.

-Y/N, are you okay to go inside or you need help?

-I think I-I can do it.

You get up but end up stumbling in your own feet. He grabs your arms, saving you once again to fall.

-I'll help you. Here, lay on me.

He put his arm around your waist and notice that you knee were scratch, bleeding a bit. He helps you into your apartment and once you're able to unlock the door, he enters with you. You were living in a small studio, not luxurious but it was comfy enough for you. You stumble to your bed and lay on it, your back on the soft comforter. NamJoon stays in the entryway. He'll just help you getting in bed and leave after, he told himself. He took off his shoes and walk towards you, kneeling in front of you. He gently took off your heels and put them by the door. He walk his way to the kitchen, wetting a tablecloth and walking back to you. You were already fast asleep. He gently rub your hurt knees and made sure to clean the scratches so it won't get infected. Finally, he put one of his arm around your back and the other under your knees so he could get you comfortable under the comforter. Once he was sure you were okay with a glass of water and an empty bucket on your night stand, he lock the door and went back to his place. He was happy knowing you were safe in your bed.

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On Monday morning, you were fully recover of your hangover. You did, indeed, remember everything that happen with Namjoon and the anxiety to see him today had keep you up all night. You put on your uniform and seeing the scratch on your knees, you decided to put on some knee-long socks to cover them. You grab your bag and left your apartment at 5 in the morning, making sure to not be late to class. Once you arrive at school you stop at the coffee shop and grab yourself breakfast and a coffee. Before leaving you thought about your teacher and decide to go back so you can buy him something to drink and eat as a way to say thank you for helping you Friday night. You weren't starting with his class, you had it at the end of the day, but you still walk in and put the food and coffee on his desk, writing a little note, signing with only your initial so others don't get suspicious.

The day went well, you were a little tired but the insane amount of caffeine you drink kept you up for the day. It was time for your last class. Namjoon's class. You joined your friends for the break and Taehyung wrap his arm around your waist.

-Sorry I couldn't get you home safely Friday. Were you able to get home safe?

-Yeah, I-I called an Uber and went home. And you?

-I woke up Saturday morning still buzzed but yeah.

Your friends laugh and you lay your head on Tae's shoulder, trying to get some rest before your last class start. He gently stroke your hair.

-Hey Y/N, what's with the sock? You never wore them. One of your girl friend said.

-I fell Friday night, my knees are all scratched.

You let out a little laugh and Taehyung put his hand on your thighs, putting down your sock a bit to see the state of your knees. They were still red and sore. Your teacher walks in front of you and you friends at this moment. Your cheeks went red and you rapidly put your sock back up.

-Mr.Kim is so hot right? I wish we could fucked our teacher without consequence.

You turn over to the friend that said that, surprise by her speech.

-Are-Are you serious right now? You want to fuck your teacher?

Your cheek start to burn a little but your friends didn't seem to notice the redness.

-Come on Y/N, every one had that fantasy at least once with a teacher!

Before you could answer, the bell rang, alerting you to start walking to your class. You say bye to your other friends but Taehyung stays by your side since you were in the same class. His arms around your waist, you enter the class. You could feel NamJoon's look on you. He let out a little cough and you took this sign to get away from Taehyung and sit at your designated place. Taehyung went to the back. The class went well. He started by teaching some grammar rules and after that you had an hour to work on an essay. You wrote almost half of it when you decide to lay your head on your desk to rest your eyes a bit. Unexpectedly, you quickly fall asleep.

The bell rings to notice the teacher and student that it was the end of the class. Before Taehyung could wake you up, Namjoon tell him to get closer so he could talk to him.

-I'm not leaving yet, I'll let her sleep a bit. I need to talk to her about the correction she did last week anyways. You can go.

He bowed respectfully and left the class. It was only you too now. As he said he let you sleep for an hour. He finished all your work and decide to come wake you up. He pulls a chair near your desk and at the tip of his finger, put your hair behind your ears. You mumble something in your sleep. He let out a little laugh and weakly say,

-Hey sleeping beauty, it's time to wake up now it's already 5pm.

You open your eyes, blinking a few time to adjust to the light. NamJoon continue stroking your hair.

-Did you sleep well? You fell asleep during class. Is your draft done? I need to take it and correct it tonight.

You look at the paper to see it only half done. You look up to NamJoon who has now lay back in his chair, crossing his arms on his chest. You bit your lips, staring at him in the eyes.

-Hum, if you can give me half an hour, I can get it done.

-Mh, perfect, I'll be at my desk.

He smiles and get up before walking to his chair. He sits down and start working on his computer for the next thirty minutes. When you finish your draft, you get up and walk to his desk. You stop in front of it and hold out your draft. He looks up and take your essay.

-Y/N, come here. He gave you a sign to come next to him.

You walk around and stop when your a few step away from his desk. He turns towards you and grab your hand, pulling you closer.

-Sit on the desk, Y/N.

-W-Why?

-I wanna look if you knees are healing right.

You hesitantly sit on the desk. He closes his laptop and put it away. You weren't in front of him and he didn't like that idea. He wanted you the nearest he could. He put his hand on your thigh and pull you towards him. You clench your legs together, your body heating up at the sensation of his hand on you.

-Can I look?

You nod and he slowly put down one of your sock after another. His finger slightly rubbing the side of your legs. A spasm runs trough your legs. He let out a little chuckle, proud to see you react under his touch.

-Are you okay Y/N?

-Hum, yes, I'm really okay Mr.Kim- Namjoon.

His eyes were still locked on your legs.

-And is it okay if I do this?

He slowly moves his hand up your bare thigh. A shiver runs through your body and you let out a little yes. He put up your skirt a bit and lean toward you to kiss the bare skin of your thigh. A little whimper get out of your lips out of surprise. The tension was heating up the room. He put his other hand on your left thigh. He slips his other hand between your legs to spread them a little. He looks up to your face. You were biting your lips, trying to control the sound that could possibly get out of your throat.

-N-No one ever touch me like this N-NamJoon.

-You've never been touched before Y/N?

You shyly nod your head.

-Tell me then if you want me to stop okay?

-O-Okay.

He wanted to devour you. Kiss all the part of your body and tear off all of your clothes so he could see your pretty naked body right now. He needed to be patient. He wanted to be gentle and not scared you off, especially with the confidence you just did. He was pleased to know he was the first man touching you, and he wanted it to mean something for you.

He put one of his hands around your waist and pull you so you could sit on his lap. When you suddenly feel his muscular thigh under yours, a little moan get out of your mouth. His hand then gently went up your back, leaving a trail of shivers against your spine. He finally grab the back of your neck, so he could pull your face closer to him. He smiles at the sight of your blushing cheek and put his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Your arms wrapping his neck, leaning closer to him to feel his chest against yours. You were hungry for his presence and his touch. His other hand were caressing your inner thigh, making your body shiver under his touch. He slowly rub his thumb on the already wet fabric of your painty. A spasm of pleasure crosses your body and you lean your forehead in the crook of his neck, letting out a little moan. You were so fragile between his hands and under his touches. He wanted to take you right here; right now. But it wasn't safe on a Monday might to fuck a student here. Especially not you since you already showed him how sensible you were under his touch. His hand then subtly reach your hips and rubbed circles on your waist as his mouth travel to your neck, kissing and slightly bitting your skin.Your eyes travel along his arms, silently admiring the way his muscle was shaped in his shirt, angling your head up towards him. You roll your hips on his crotch, feeling his moan vibrating against your skin.

-We can't- We can't continue this here baby.

Against his wishes, he distants himself a little so he can look at you in your eyes. His hands caressing your cheek.

-Not tonight, not here. They are still a lot of personal working, especially on Monday night.

You heard a knock on the door, thankfully Namjoon locked it and closes the blind subtly at the end of the class. He put his index up against your lips, giving you the order to stay silent.

-Yes, give me a minute, 'coming.

He lean towards you and whisper in your ears.

-Go to your desk and work on your essay. And straighten your skirt baby girl.

He helps you get off his laps and gently smack your ass before you go sit at your desk, pretending working on your essay. He walk to the door and open it.

-Sorry I have a student redoing today's assignment, is it important?

You subtly heads up to see the principal in the doorframe.

-No it's not, just wanted to remember you about the teacher's reunion tomorrow night. Work well Y/N.

He smiles at you and you bowed your head to the director. He left the class and Namjoon closes the door.

-Get your things baby girl, I'll drive you home, it's getting late.

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SEE YOU AGAIN IN PART 3!

#kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #bts x reader #namjoon #namjoon imagine #bts imagine #teacher x student #romance #kpop imagine

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