#third year is uhhhh an experience for sure

[natscbi]

12.10.23 - 30/100 dop

mol. spectroscopy questions

duolingo

theoretical chem questions. i’m serious they take so long i hate this it’s basically just maths

skipped lectures but i have the whole weekend to catch up so it’s fine shhhhh

13.10.23 - 31/100 dop

lectures + reviewed one of them

duolingo greek

some inorganic chem questions (it never ends)

honestly not much

i did prep two breakfasts to see if i like it, since i tend to get ready quickly before 9am lectures and just wait until lunch 🤞

14.10.23 - 32/100 dop

slept for way too long (jk i clearly needed it)

duolingo greek (food vocab)

inorganic work

caught up on a lecture

reviewed 2 lectures

breakfast was decent. probably a good idea to make some in the week so i actually eat before lectures

15.10.23 - 33/100 dop

caught up on the other lecture i am officially back on track lads

life maintenance day i.e. food shopping, laundry, tidying my room, washing up

made breakfast for tmr. with strawberries <3

duolingo greek - finished unit 5

[da3drat]

3 and 30 from the 'oc asks that reveal more' for Meri <3

YAY TY FOR THE ASK :3

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

Uhhhh this got away from me? I made up some context because otherwise it would be a very boring “you’ve read the stories, she’s all that and more.😐” end of conversation lol.

You ask her between her second and third glass of brandy one late evening at the Winged Guar. This isn’t the first time you’ve asked; you’ve been her drinking buddy for months, but she always brushes you off. But a few glasses in and she gets (relatively) talkative, and today she’s in a surprisingly sharing mood. When you ask her face softens to a gentle smile and she stares into her cup.

“Almalexia is a difficult woman to truly know.” She says slowly, every word deliberately chosen despite the alcohol. “Trying to describe her would be like trying to describe the sun to someone who’s never seen it’s light nor felt it’s warmth. The stories say she’s breathtaking, and that she radiates divinity and power, which is true, but they don’t prepare you for the reality of her presence. You forget who and where you are and get lost in her. You’re so busy being awestruck by a God that you don’t have time to really comprehend her. And that first impression is all most people ever get.

Now, if you’re lucky enough to get past that first impression… She’s wise, she’s gentle, she’s subtly funny and every time she makes you laugh it takes you by surprise. You still get lost in her, but it’s different when you have time to take in the details. You could know her for a hundred years and not see the full picture of who she is. She uses expensive hair oils that make her smell of spices I’m not cultured enough to know the name of. Her eyes are intense even when she’s totally relaxed. She’s brutally practical but loves the plants in her courtyard and wont let me use them for alchemy experiments. She likes my hands and she’s started collecting instruments because she enjoys hearing me play. She knows me better than I know myself, and we pretend I don’t know her just as well.” She trails off. “I don’t know where I would be without her, but it would be nowhere good.”

You push for more. You remind her of the storm raging outside, of the children with weak lungs choking on ash. Surely Almalexia must also be vindictive and wrathful to call such a thing upon her own people. Meri gives you her signature placating smile. “She’s a God and her people doubted. I think she has a right to a little vanity and cruelty, don’t you?” And you can tell by the way she says it the conversation is over.

30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

Return to Cyrodiil to see her family again. She misses them terribly but Caldara made it clear she would never be welcome back when she kicked her out of the house.

Questions here

[chososdiscordkitten]

PLEASE GIVE ME SMUT WRUTING TIPS..GOJO BREEDING KINK MADE ME WANT TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR MYSELF. (EVEVN IF U DONT LIKE GS BREEDING KINK, ITS ONE OF UR BWSTS) PLEASE GIVE ME DIALOGUE WRITING HELP. HELPPPPP DONT LEAVE ME HELPLESS

UHHHH smut writing tips... hmmm. (yapping below the cut)

this may sound very wrong and not pc BUT, ive been reading smut for years. Since I was like 10, ive read countless different writing styles, and millions of words of pure filth.

And as I read them I developed a taste of what I like and don't like- I write in a way as though I am reading to the reader- you/your/yours, because I don't like y/n or I don't like using third person pov nor first person.

What I do- is I think of the scene, picture it and if I can't get a body part- or a hand placement correct, I go look at porn videos or hentai- whatever. Not because i derive like arousal from it- but I truly use it as a form of studying. (im asexual)

I also use shows, movies and songs for inspo- certain lyrics I can picture on x character I write down.

I find it helpful to use a physical notebook for my ideas, there are times I don't have access to my computer so actual paper helps.

And as for dialogue, I try to keep a mix of x characters physical state while they speak, an example;

("blah blah blah" she said, and he said "blah blah" and then-) ive never liked this specific kind of writing so I include the way their eyebrows furrow- or the way their nose crinkles after saying something.

with smut I think its helpful for the reader to picture the way x characters face churns, a trembling bottom lip, dilated pupils, it helps make everything seem more intimate and inclusive for the reader.

And when it comes to describing the way something feels- if its something small like a trailing touch- I take a second and do what im writing about onto myself-

example; if im writing about a gripping hand on a hip- ill press the tips of my fingers onto my thigh to see the way the skin indents and how it feels? (embarrassing)

One thing ive learned- just because you write it with a specific image in mind- doesn't mean people will be able to see it the way you do unless you provide details.

usually when im doing laundry or at work a specific sentence pops into my head that id picture x character saying.

Let's use gojo for example, in my head when I think of his dialogue I think of playful, sweet, but with kinda mean undertones. Because in the anime/manga he keeps a playful tone while saying some very mean things.

once ive finished a very rough first draft- I spell check everything and read it outloud to myself- I say the dialogue in the tone I pictured while writing to be sure it sounds correct. and if it doesn't I brainstorm different phrases or words. (use of different words is soo important.)

And once ive corrected any words that don't fit together- or changing certain things that make me squint- I feed it into Siri nd have it read it to me outloud while I follow the sentences.

I do this 3-4 times till the whole thing sounds correct and how I mean for it to be read.

And I do one final skim once I paste the story onto Tumblr.

it's a tedious process, I know, there's times where im on my 4th reread and it seems boring or uninteresting- but only because ive reread it a million times and combed through it carefully.

There are times where I think my writing sucks because it seems over processed it and it's not entertaining- but!!! I proceed regardless.

And remember- you shouldn't write for the likes of other people, write for yourself and to your likings.

The masses shouldn't tell you what you should enjoy writing, pls don't take this as rules or as like a demanding thing- this is just my personal experience and the way I like to do things.

Writing should be a fun hobby and something you do to get the filth out of your mind, nd im not a very big writer on here, so don't listen to me too much

thank u for the question :>>> (I know how it feels to reach out for some help anon, im happy you enjoy my writing enough to ask me this, ily)

[the-bottle-system]

i’ve been doing some more introspection on my past experiences and i think it’s possible that i might have been plural, or my plurality might have been foreshadowed, for at least a few years.

for probably a few years now if i had to guess? i’ve just always had these Super vivid conversations with myself, as if there was someone else or as if i was two people at once. we would have banter and joking arguments but they would also be there during more serious times. i was looking at osdd symptoms out of curiosity, one of which is “talking to yourself” (loosely quoted) and it really made me think yk

i really only have a couple anecdotal stories, especially since our dissociative amnesia is so severe right now (a lot of which is my doing and i’m trying to own up to it), but looking back on them it’s like. Huh.

there was this one time i was jokingly arguing with “me” and they called me a “baka” and i was SO offended that i put it as my discord bio and stuff as “DID I JUST GET CALLED A BAKA” lmao 💀 but looking back on that like. i don’t think most people get that (jokingly) offended at their own words 😭

(tw prosecutors, ab*sers, dissociation, splitting, switches, existentialism/existential fear?)

there was also this one really vague time that i was having a breakdown and getting help from a friend for it, and i was talking about myself in the third person. i also remember kind of talking with the attributes of someone who traumatized me, and considering our last prosecutor was an introject of her… i don’t know. for a long time part of my internal monologue has taken on her voice so it’s possible that that was just an aspect of me that separated itself further off in our recent split

even with the first “real switches” after the split, it was terrifying because anything other than our single identity was out of the question, but it could explain why we only identify as plural now if we have been for a long time, because any switches would have been missed because it was so out of the question. hell even dissociation ITSELF was out of the question because we had no idea what we were doing “counted” as it

my point being um uhhhh,., i’m not really too sure 😭 but i’m trying to keep an open mind and not jump to conclusions too quickly. it is really helpful looking back on the past though :3

ANYWAYS we’re all getting along well! we’re starting to be on better terms with each other and have banter and it really reminded me of this. rant over, feel free to let us know if you guys have any similar experiences!

-🎀

[aimwigs]

pls write dadwig the people are dying

okay this one has some aimwig in it because well im me and obviously takes place after the other one. and uhhhh i changed the girldad lud tag to just dadwig :] for reasons

Ludwig remembers being fucking terrified on the day Ryan was born. She was so small and she came into the world with a piercing scream as she took in her very first breath. He remembers taking one look at his perfect fucking daughter and thinking Shit. I better not fuck this up.

There was a little bit less freaking out when Lucy was born. Seeing as she was three entire weeks late, there was the general vibe of fucking come on already. He was still a little scared on the day itself, though, wondering if maybe they weren’t ready for a second kid yet or what if Ryan didn’t actually want to be a big sister or what if they have this second kid and then he and QT figure out they don’t want to be together anymore and have to balance two kids in the breakup. The last one was surprisingly on the nose for everything that happened a few years down the line, so much so that he wonders if maybe putting off that conversation was a huge fucking mistake, but that doesn’t change the fact that Lucy’s birth is tied for the best thing that has ever happened to him.

But when Anthony is born, he actually feels fully ready. He’s older now, and far more familiar with what it means to be a dad, and he’s in a really secure marriage. Honestly, he and Aiden went back and forth on this a lot, discussing whether it’s a good idea to bring a new child into their home when Ryan and Lucy live there part-time, figuring out whether they wanted to go with adoption or surrogacy, and making sure the girls know that just because there’s going to be a new baby, doesn’t mean that either of them loves them any less.

In the end, they decided that they wanted to have a baby together and that they wanted it to be biologically Aiden’s, so they went through the process of finding a surrogate as well as an egg donor since they didn’t want to risk any legal or ethical dilemmas that could come up with traditional surrogacy.

Now, Ludwig paces back and forth in the waiting room alone because apparently, their kid is big enough for them to need to do an emergency c-section which means only one other person gets to be in the room. Obviously, they chose Aiden because Ludwig has gotten to witness the births of his first two children— as much as he craves this magical moment for himself, he needs Aiden to experience it too.

He’s ready for this— he really fucking is— and waiting feels like torture, especially when he’s alone. The flight he bought for his mom and Peter doesn’t leave until tonight and Slime is still in the process of picking the girls up from school for him.

Luckily, Slime arrives with the girls like twenty minutes later, and dealing with the impatience of a 3rd grader and a 5th grader excited to meet their new sibling overrides his own burning anticipation to hold his baby for the first time.

Eventually, Aiden emerges into the waiting room with teary eyes and that unique magical smile that only exists in moments like these. He holds out a hand to him. “Come meet our son.”

Now Ludwig is crying too because this is seriously a fucking emotional moment, even if it is the third time he’s gone through it. He clings to Aiden’s side as they walk back into the hospital room and when Ludwig first sees him, his heart fucking soars.

Even though he’s pretty big for a newborn, he still looks so fucking small cradled in his surrogate’s arms. With big brown eyes and a wisp of dark hair, he looks just like Aiden.

The surrogate holds him out. “Do you want to hold him?”

He’s unable to do anything but nod as he carefully takes him, holding him tight to his chest. This is his son— his baby boy— and he’s actually here. After all the paperwork and a few failed IVF attempts, he’s here.

“Hi Anthony,” he whispers, reaching down and letting him wrap a tiny hand around his finger. Fuck, he can’t believe this is real. He looks up at Aiden, who looks so fucking fond. “He’s so fucking perfect.”

Aiden lets out a teary laugh. “That’s our baby.”

“Did you hold him?” Ludwig asks as Aiden walks over and slings an arm around his waist, reaching down with his other hand to gently brush Anthony’s cheek.

“Yeah, before I grabbed you. I couldn’t wait.”

He nods. “I wouldn’t have been able to wait either.”

“Do you want to take him out to meet your family?” the nurse asks. They talked about this extensively before, but the baby will have to stay with the surrogate at least overnight to adjust, if not a bit longer, and it’s best not to crowd the surrogate’s hospital room with strangers after she was just literally cut open.

“Yeah. We’ll take him to meet his sisters now,” Aiden says, squeezing Ludwig’s hip.

The girls are fucking pumped to meet him, and each of them gets their carefully monitored turn holding him, with plenty of pictures being taken for both posterity’s sake and also for their parents.

When they tell Slime his name, something that they had kept from him along the way both because they wanted it to be a surprise and they didn’t want to get his hopes up in case the baby was a girl, tears stream down his face.

“Fuck you guys,” he tells them, but the smile on his face shows that he clearly feels honored.

“That’s a bad word,” Lucy pipes in, earning a laugh from the three adults in their group.

Eventually, Anthony lets out a wail and the nurse steps in to take him back to be fed, telling them that she’ll be back in a moment so they can file some paperwork.

While they wait, Ludwig presses a soft kiss to Aiden’s lips. Their new baby is here, and a new adventure is beginning.

[the-down-upside-finch]

Guess who finally slapped together a generic-looking cover for my experimental to-be novel--

It'll be updating randomly over on my Wattpad for anyone that wants to check it out!

Here's the synopsis:

Celain is a third-year university student that's just trying to graduate… and have a "real college experience" while she's there. The problem? Most of the so-called experiences on the bucket list are things that she'd rather avoid participating in, at all costs. Who said football games were part of a REAL college experience? But after a peculiar encounter with a fellow student, things get a bit more complicated than a simple list of to-do's.

This is gonna be a little different than my usual writing, since I'm going to be tackling some difficult themes very head-on. (Rest assured, the characters are more or less the same spread that I like to write, if you've seen any of my other works.)

EDIT: I forgot to mention that the reason this is marked as mature on Wattpad is almost solely because of the strong language. I'm SR ace, so take that how you will.

Uhhhh I'm not really sure how else to promote this except by saying that there is a lot of neurodivergent and queerplatonic representation, among other things.

So... Yeah! Here's to a new writing adventure! I'll even throw some some rough character concepts below the cut:

I think it would be fun to turn this story into a comic someday, but for now I'm just writing it out.

[octolingkiera]

5, 15, 16, 29

hi!! thanks for your ask!! :3

(the list)

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

so on the one hand, my danny phantom fics always get a lot of attention and it always leaves me a little surprised, but on the other hand, that fandom is very fic focused, so at the same time it Doesn't really surprise me when i get a lot of kudos for them. what surprises me more is how much other fandoms DON'T comment or bookmark or follow fics lol. i was seriously spoiled with those lol

as for a fic that's gotten more feedback, uhhhh hm. a couple of my dp fics have done better than i thought they would, yeah, but i also have this bleach fic that's in second person that seems to have come across really well, so i guess that one's the most surprising lol

aftershocks has done really well, but that's not surprising considering the talent that went into it, the fact we updated every week, and the word count, but it still baffled me as we were updating it how well it was doing lol

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

definitely my rottmnt separated au (chapter 1 is posted on ao3 as sunset hues, jetpack blues (SHJB)) lol. ive been putting a lot of effort into it, more than i give most of my fics, tho i'm realizing now as i'm working more on planning i may have jumped the gun a bit and posted it a biiit early?? but also i wanted to post it on my birthday so i'm not so concerned about that kdshbfhdsf

when i post chapter 2 (which is basically done except for the final revision i need to give it), i'm gonna reread chapter 1 as well and make sure it's up to date with the minor stuff i left out bc i hadn't nailed down some specifics yet (but dw, it'll be Very minor and won't effect the plot lol)

besides that, i have oneshot prompts i wanna fill out and i have a fic in the works i'm calling Fallout, which is inspired by fall out boy songs (which ive been thinking about since like february/march when "love from the other side" dropped lol)

i also lowkey wanna try to get a fic done for danny phantom's 20th anniversary in april but idk how that's gonna go lol. i'm still very focused on ninja turtles

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

of my 54 works on ao3 Fluff seems to be my most used tag with 10 times, which is. lowkey a surprise LOL. Hurt/Comfort comes in second with 7 (tied with "not beta read" and a tag for a danny phantom fic event) and Angst is in third with 6 (barring the two that i'm not counting lol)

going by just my rise fics, first place tag goes to Donatello and Leonardo are Twins (TMNT) with 6 of my 8 fics (ao3 says 9, but one of them is aftershocks, which i won't include bc it's a collab) and only reason it's not all 8 is bc i didn't tag it in fics where it's not a main focus lol

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

hmmmm let's see.... okay what have i written this year....

oh god that's a lot more than i thought, uhhhh

i have a lot of stuff i Really enjoyed tbh. there's a fun little action sequence i wrote for a later part of SHJB that i liked (that i'll prolly have to rework a little), there's a few Other parts of my prewritten SHJB stuff i enjoy, there's a bunch of stuff in my rise august fills i really liked...

but i think for a single line/passage, i'll go with this bit from the beginning of my fic what's in a name? (which is also posted here on tumblr!!)

Donnie, not bothering to look up from his phone, flaps a hand in the air dismissively. “I keep all my anger bottled up in here,” he taps his chest, “and hope one day it will just kill me. Like a normal person,” he adds, as if what he just described is unequivocally a universal experience.

this entire piece was a lot of fun to write and there's some more silly lines in this i really enjoyed but i think this is the one i think about the most, like the exchange directly after this lol

Leo purses his lips and steeples his hands, holding this fingers to his mouth. “So that’s a yes to the mad, then.” “Or it could be, like, the coo-coo for cocoa puffs type of mad!” Mikey chimes in, crossing his eyes and swirling a finger beside his ear. “Y’know, like British people say.” “Ew,” Leo says, because that’s all that needs to be said about that.

and this line a little bit down from that

Raph’s next exhale is heavy, the burden of Atlas in his eternal torment. “Pizza Supreme, I wish.”

thanks again for your ask!!! these were a lot of fun to answer. i love talking about my writing dfjghbdfg get me started and i'll never shut up lol

[cats-and-confusion]

Ok SO.

There are THREE things I'd like to speak to you about today your honor, but for your sake and mine I will only speak of one. I will give a not-so brief summary of it and detail the things I'm frothing at the mouth over. It's a webtoon, and it can be read on Webtoon.

Up on the chopping block is The Last Dimension. This. Mother. Fucker.

Ok so you have a magic system right? Humans have been mostly wiped out and the rest are living in organized city bunkers & facilities. People with powers are sought out by those facilities to become MITS and soldiers, training their powers so they can serve to save Earth (though as we later find out, they're actually being recruited into a magic space military cult! Hooray!) Anyway we have 5 notable characters, 6 if you count pink hair boy. Pink hair boy is currently nonvital to the plot but he can read minds once he has enough training, after the timeskip.

FIRST CHARACTER. Suzi. Teal-haired little girl, hotheaded, controls temperature and specializes in ice, though summoning ice heats up the rest of her body. She sacrifices herself to get the others safely through the portal and is left behind, losing an arm after the portal explodes.

SECOND CHARACTER and my faaavorite :) Fai! She's a magenta haired little freak with anxiety up to here, probably because she's an oracle and can see into the past and future. Which, when time shenanigans gets involved because space travel, gets really fucked up and also really useful!!!! She saw Anne die though :/ AND SHE CAN MAKE SHIELDS LITTLE RED SHIELDS WITH HER GLOWY RED FUCKING EYES I WANNA STAB HER /affectionate. She saw the portal incident coming and tried to stop it but uh oh! That lead to it being caused! I'm sure that won't have any traumatic consequences! Also her parents fucking sold her to the facility so. uh. double whammy

THIRD CHARACTER is uhhhh whats his name. He's kindof an asshole but he's orange-coded and was getting experimented on during his time in the facility, so it's kinda justified? Taking it out on the wrong people though. They're all like 14 years old though so uhhhh cut em some slack. He has mind control powers but they kinda fuckin suck cause they have a really short time limit and stuff, but one time he mind controlled Fai when she was having a vision during a fight and some weird fuckin shit happened and I want them to do it again but make it worse. I want them to go to the fucking shadow realm cuz o that shit. I want them to mind swap or something and come out all fucked up. Amazing

PHILLIP MAXWELL YOU FUCKING FROG. He's a Trak, a kind of alien shapeshifter/matter controller that took over earth and thats why the earth's surface is currently uninhabitable, cuz of the war. Anyway the Trak people got fucking obliterated in that war and he's the only one left in existence besides the queen sealed away thats TOTALLY not gonna start another war once she's out haha. Anyway Phil didn't know he was a Trak he just knew he was a shapeshifter freak and couldn't tell the authorities anything other than he has powers, haha yeah hes totally human, please dont stab him or call him names he's so traumatized and he looks like a goddamn tadpole the fucker

ANNE ANNE OMG I FORGOT ABOUT ANNE FOR A MINUTE WHCIH IS SO FUCKING IRONIC ACTUALLY. She's something called a Koo which is a memory of a person long gone, sustained by life energy called tkjasdlknf or something i dont remember and ohhhhh my goooood she fucken deeaaad. she died in the war and shes FRENCH oh my god shes french and she can FLOAT AHJFHAUHAHAHHAHAHAHA and she has this BIG POOFY GREEN DRESS like a JELLYFISH and its so fucking cute and adorable and pretty and shes so innocent too even though she died horribly by burning to death and had to watch her mom die aughghhh anyway she's prone to being forgotten and when she's finally forgotten by everyone, she'll fade away and fucking die, but Fai has decided No you will be remembered ForFuckingEver bitch, you don't Get to die >:(

hnghjhngh anyway all these characters except pink hair and suzi get sucked through a portal in the beginning of the series to an alien world where shit's fucked. The queen of Traks is sealed in the core of the planet, there's a bunch of murderous corrupted shit everywhere and if you eat it you turn into it, half the things are poisonous (but phil can eat those things :D) and time's totally fucked. Some characters from the future where these 4 main characters are already established great warriors 100 years from now show up, and theyre like oh fuck its 100 years in the past, meanwhile the kiddos are just kiddos trying not to fucking die, this is apparently the first time Fai has seen the sky, and while the kiddos are there, Suzi and pink hair's world is travelling at like triple speed so Suzi and pink hair are already grown up and being indoctrinated into the fucking space cult!!!!

Fai was able to meet with the Trak queen in the fucked up vision that orange guy messed with, so now she's trying to get this weird power core to her so she can be free and they can all go back to earth and get home, but the power core was originally from the future guys but now some random kid has it who's ALSO stranded on the fucky planet, and he legit looks like a clown lmao.

and there's a fucking SEER GUY who's on the COUNCIL in the future and they look just like the ELDRITCH ABOMINATION PRICK who spoke to Suzi and Phillip about fate and shit, but in the future he has a huge scar over his eyes but right now he doesnt???? kasjdgklhsdfghkfghklasdhgjklshgdkjshd frothing at the mouth killing biting murdering slaughtering biting biting screaming crying biting screaming

I'm bored and procrastinating, hit me with your longest hyperfixation rant

[misora-msby]

Hello Mikan!!! Congratulations!!!!!

I want to request the what if type of scenarios. I am not sure if my request is the type you meant, but

Can you please do how kuroo, oikawa and atsumu would try to show their shy crush that they like them? I don't know if it makes sense haha...also take your time to write this, and if you don't write for a character you don't have to include them all. Thank you for even reading this though!

I wish that you get many more followers too💖

thank you!! i wish the same to u hehe (i got ur extra details in the second ask! hope this is what ure looking for)

this takes place in high school btw so i hope that’s okay with u >< and the atsumu one got long… totally not because of my bias lmfao uhhhh

kuroo, oikawa, atsumu confessing to their shy and oblivious crush

kuroo tetsurou

he's got experience talking to shy people (kenma)

but not really to oblivious people

so this is new.

he keeps dropping hints to you (his deskmate) but you just don’t get it!

plus… how could someone like kuroo, the charismatic, funny, smart, and extremely handsome volleyball captain, be interested in a plain jane like you?

day 1, kuroo: “y/n, you’re adorable with your new hair tie.”

you: “o-oh… thank you. a friend gave it.”

day 2, kuroo: “this actress is such a beauty! hey, don’t you think you look like her?”

you: “mm… kinda see the resemblance but not really.”

day 3, kuroo: “u know, kenma said i should probably get a girlfriend soon so i can stop bothering him… but ure the only girl i really talk to.”

you: “eh… that’s kind of mean of him, isn’t it?”

that’s the last straw for kuroo!

he ends up holding your hands suddenly and saying, “y/n, you know all those compliments i give you were me trying to get with you right? because i like you?”

you’re blushing so so much and your mind blanks because oh gosh oh gosh kuroo is holding your hands?!

“haha really? no way…” is what you instinctively say though you’re stiff as a board.

well. kuroo realises he’s gonna have to be a little more direct in his next few sentences.

oikawa tooru

it’s kinda funny for him. he’s never had a girl actively try to avoid him.

whether it was a girl he liked or a girl he had no interest in, they always flocked to him easily.

so you were a special case.

especially since you were the manager for the seijoh volleyball club!

i think he figures that you wouldn’t be accepting a compliment straight up so he tries to do it in the most roundabout way possible to show he really likes u!!

“y/n-chan, can i help you out with that stuff?”

“us third years are going for ramen. y/n, you should join us too!”

“y/n i bought this keychain for you! i have one in blue so we can match!”

it’s like… so obvious he’s got a crush on u with how he wants to spend time with u and does so many little things for u but u don’t know it!!!

because he’s just being a friendly guy right… a good captain….????

and eventually you gained feelings for him tho but u’re also thinking “i don’t want to ruin my friendship with him. it’ll be weird. and i certainly don’t want to distract him from volley like his ex did so… gosh what should i do?”

eventually he just goes for it (since he can tell you’re into him) and says “y/n, do you want to go out with me?”

you’re blushing and stuttering and unable to meet his eyes and then…

wait didn’t he mention he needed to buy some new nets and balls for the gym?

“go out to buy gym equipment right? that’s okay with me!”

oikawa inside: “ure kidding me what the shit im going to Cry”

oikawa outside: “haha sounds good 🥲”

unfortunately for him, hanamaki saw it happen and he’s already off to tell iwa and matsukawa

miya atsumu

oblivious x idiot, how could this go?

jk i love him sorry

atsumu has a crush on u and it’s not really a secret. he can’t hide it well honestly.

except you can’t see it.

even if you hang out with him and osamu almost everyday walking back to your homes in the same neighbourhood.

and every night after they get home for about two months, atsumu’s all “samu! did you see that?! she gave me a cookie!”

“mmhm yeah.”

“AND HER HAND BRUSHED MINE.”

“ok” (he’s clearly not interested because he’s just third wheeling)

“do ya think she likes me?” atsumu is like 🤔

“just confess and find out ya idiot.”

so atsumu is on a mission to confess… but he doesn’t know how.

so he just does it directly.

the next day while walking home (with osamu gone because conveniently suna and ginjima asked him to accompany them to the library), he turns to you and says,

“y/n, i like ya.”

there’s a tense silence. the orange sun is setting in the background and the wind is giving the slightest breeze to cool his overheating cheeks. atsumu doesn’t even realise he’s been holding his breath for the past few seconds. perhaps he should’ve thought this through more but he wanted to get it off his chest and…

“w-why are you saying this all of a sudden? i like you too, atsumu.”

his jaw drops for a second before it starts turning into a big grin and he’s sure his heart is skipping multiple beats!!

“i mean… you’re probably the bestest friend i’ve ever ever had. so of course i’d like you! i love you even.” you smile.

atsumu is frozen.

what

“no no no, y/n, ya don’t get me. i like like you.”

“yeah, me too?”

“no i LIKE you. like i wanna hold ur hand and kiss ya and-“

“y-you wanna what?”

oh he’s seriously fucked this up

“i’m into ya.” he repeats slowly.

“o-oh…” you trail off and suddenly you’re looking at the ground and your face is turning red and your feet feel like they could carry you just about anywhere.

you’re stuttering over your words, trying to figure out what should be said now.

and atsumu’s getting scared. did he possibly ruin everything?

“just forget i said anything! let’s go-“

“i like you too. in the way… in the way you said…”

it’s his turn to be confused. “huh?”

“i wasn’t sure if you liked me too so i pretended not to understand… but i like you a lot.”

atsumu couldn’t be happier as he hugged you tight <3

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 8/30/22

goodbye august (almost)

listening friends at the table is an actual-play ttrpg focused on critical worldbuilding, smart characterization, and fun interactions between good friends. the scifi seasons in particular, counter//weight and partizan, are particularly dear to my heart and have kept me company through some of the worst times of my life. we are going BACK to my favorite setting for the next season, and jack de fucking quidt has done it again with an eerie, experimental...electronica? piece. there's a glitchy guitar bridge. there are my favorite sputnik-style bleeps and bloops. "Permanent Peace" is so ominous as a title. i'm so fucking hype for this season. ty to @bronanlynch for gently bullying me into listening to this podcast (TRAIN GOES BY NOISE) years ago.

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reading grabbed a random paperback bc i had to do a lot of sitting around and waiting on sunday, and this one has a hell of a concept. unfortunately it is the third book in a series, which took me a while to figure out bc it was printed in the back and not the front. the character introductions are extremely abrupt, which is reasonable for a third book but i have no fucking idea who these people are. if i can track down the first book in the series i'll report back.

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watching a wide variety of things. i seem to have temporarily burnt myself out on spaghetti westerns due to a string of terrible django ripoffs, so i am filling the void with mediocre action movies. nothing terribly notable except for Dick Tracy (1990, dir Beatty) which was a colorful spectacle and GOD was madonna hot. this dress perplexes me bc im pretty sure there's a way to engineer it so you don't need that uncomfortable looking proto-spaghetti-strap. perhaps by boning the everloving shit out of the bodice and judicious application of fashion tape, but i'm not a costume designer

how'd i come across this: it's been on a horrible awful google keep list with hundreds of entries of movies i want to watch for literal years. i am slowly transferring that list to letterboxd bc unfortunately that site significantly reduces the number of steps it takes for me to watch a movie

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playing breath of the wild, bc the switch lives on my nightstand and it's easy to pick up and put down. i don't think i've played this game in this house yet. or at least not since i right after i moved? im fucking around in rito trying to finish a couple shrines (killed the hobgoblins or whatever near one shrine thinking that might be the key [no], followed a bunch of fallen pillars in the directions they were pointing [no, but did find a chest], gave up and googled it and the answer was to go back to the main town and listen to a song, and glean from that song that i was supposed to build a fire on the pad at 1230 PM. i would never have arrived at that on my own).

different shrine, walking into this cave was one of the coolest experiences this game has given me. i gasped out loud. i've been looking for this fucking thing for SO long bc it's the last leviathan skeleton i needed for a quest, and coming around that corner and getting to climb all over it? mwah. it's so hazy bc it's that far away!!! this cave is enormous!!! video games good (sometimes).

if i have done my math right (unlikely) there are like fifteen shrines that i have absolutely no fucking clue where they are (not counting the dlc bc i didn't have dlc money when i bought this game and still don't). i am GUESSING at least half are in central hyrule bc i simply have not fucked around in there at All other than unlocking the one memory. i will not be collecting all 900 or whatever korok seeds bc uhhhh fuck that.

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making cracked open the late seventies stand mixer i bought a month and a half ago to find it is just fucking Full of powdery white mold (not flour. don't @ me). i had previously taken off a bunch of dials to clean them and found mold underneath, went "i don't want to deal with this right now" and stuffed it inside a taped-closed plastic bag. dealing with that now, i'm not confident i can clean it enough, and thinking about completely breaking it down to clean it after every use makes me not want to use it ever, so back to the thrift store it goes. so it goes sometimes, they don't let you take appliances apart in goodwill and i had not previously considered this as a thing to look out for, since modern stand mixers have far, far fewer apertures and openings for shit to get inside.

[in-tua-deep]

Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

[findingyourrootscomic]

Mudkip Cedar is so beautiful, isn't she? ;;w;; Such wonderful, bright colors. Was in the mood to draw Cedar and Nauki's baby forms today, feeling a little nostalgic! So! Some interesting news! Despite The Things We Have not being completed yet (14 pages left to render!), I’ve started to draw Finding Your Roots again! I think after an entire summer of working on the rabbit comic, I got super burnt out? So, I got in the mood to draw some FYR instead, and since I got back to working on it a couple weeks ago, I’ve finished eleven pages! I’m really proud of myself for how easily I’ve jumped back into it, and I’m currently working on drawing the next big battle. >:3 It’s coming out great so far and I’m super excited.

FYR’s third birthday came and went in July. It passed on July 10, specifically, that day three years ago is when I finished the first page of FYR. It was before I even planned on ever releasing the comic publicly. I wasn’t even quite sure whether I wanted to commit to making a Nuzlocke comic or not! And even once I started releasing it, I always had these fears and anxieties over the project. FYR is going to be long, guys. It’s going to be long. We’re seven chapters in and have around 23 to go. Book 2 will probably take me another couple of years to finish, and at that point? The comic might just be halfway done. We’ve got four books to go, book 3 is looking like it’s going to be long. I loved the project so much that the thought of burning out and never finishing it, a fate shared by so many comic artists, was horrifying. It would keep me up at night. I’ve broken into tears from the stress of it. Wooooof, right?

But recently, thankfully… that changed.

I was chatting with my friend @zeropro, who somehow found the right words to encourage me not to view FYR as a goal, but rather a journey. Zero is a really good friend of mine, one of the best friends I’ve ever had in fact, and she would always sit with me and listen when I would vent about the stress of finishing FYR. The last time I vented about it, complaining about how I might be working on this project into my 30s (I’m currently 22), she said this:

“But what’s wrong with working on it late into your thirties, it can just be this constant fun little project that you dip into, a documentation of your growth through your whole artist career. Wouldn’t that be nice? Like a rabbit you can take care of for a long time. Imagine being the author of One Piece or Dragonball, where it’s not about finishing it but keeping it going for as long as people will read it. Isn’t it nice that FYR will at least have an end?

“Comics like TTWH and LL, they are meant to be completed, but FYR and JBN, these projects are here to grow with us, to keep us company through hard times. What’s the rush? I like to think your art style might change even further as FYR goes on! And who knows where you'll take it!

“Every day you get to draw another page is another day you get to draw another page, not one page more of a thousand. Every day as you draw one more page you will end up there, but that’s not the point, it’s what you get to do now.”

And those words… I’m happy to say, they solved the problem!

It’s not that I have to work on FYR for another ten years or so. It’s that I GET to work on FYR for another ten years or so! FYR has been such a stable, comforting presence in my life these past three years, and while I’m excited to some day see it completed, I’m happy to welcome it in my life for a long time coming. I’m the sort of person who is quite terrified of change. The unknown scares me a lot; I’m not good at handling an unknown future where bad things could happen and I have no way to predict or stop it. But FYR will always be around for me. It’ll be a pet I get to take care of for a long time who can never succumb to old age. It’ll be a friend I can trust to be always be around, because I’m the one who controls it! And if I ever want to put it aside for a while to work on other projects, like I did with TTWH, I’m allowed to do that too! Doesn’t matter if it takes me a year or two longer to finish FYR cause I was working on other stuff. FYR will always be around for me, and for you!

I’ve been doing a lot of work on planning future FYR chapters as well. I basically realized that a lot of my plans for the plot’s future, uhhhh, kinda sucked? They weren’t incredibly original, were too plot-focused, and didn’t leave a lot of room for the characters to explore themselves and grow naturally as people. Character focused stories are always better than plot-focused ones!!! So I’m overhauling a lot of my plans for FYR right now, doing some outlining for late Book 2 and Book 3, and restructuring FYR to be a story much more focused on character development and themes. We’re gonna spend less time chasing down villains and more time exploring the characters, their feelings, growth, and identities. I think the changes are going to make FYR a really spectacular experience, a comic that’s incredibly unique. I’m excited to share it with you.

I’m incredibly proud to be the author of FYR. I’m proud to be able to make a comic that’s made so many other people happy. We’ve laughed together, cried together, and we’re telling this story together. I’m not going anywhere. So I hope you’ll stick around, too!

Because this comic is amazing. And it’s only ever going to get even better.

- SPB

[your-nerd-is-showing]

To Tame A Wild Heart

Combined fanfic with @mguqiis WC 5.3K 13 pages long! This will be a complete fanfic I have 3 different ones I will be posting here.

Satoru Gojo the college campus hottie, his reputation of him getting around proceeds him. Every girl wants a piece of him and many have gotten a piece already. Then one day you transfer into one of his classes and he sets his eyes on you. He wants you but you’re unobtainable, that drives him crazy making him want you even more. No one ever, ever says no to Satoru Gojo. Every single one of your friends warned you about him but you didn’t listen…. You thought you were special to him and could tame him…. Maybe you can….

Chapter one: Welcome to Freshman Year

It was the third week of school and you were able to finally transfer into Advanced Placement Writing for your major. You made your way into the classroom and went all the way to the top away from everyone. To your classmates and friends you were (F/N) (L/N) but to the internet, you were known as Yoru-Chan famous smut writer of the series When a God Falls. You pulled out your laptop to work on your latest book, instantly getting sucked into your writing the world around you disappeared.

~Takara looked deeply into Fudo's endless ocean blue eyes as he pounded into her. “F-Fudo I m-missed you soooooo muchhhhh!” She moaned out as she slammed down on his cock hard.

“I missed you too my love.” He leaned up to kiss Takara deeply, she wildly attacked his lips as she entangled her fingers in his soft white hair.~

You faintly heard the bell ring, suddenly someone was tapping you on your shoulder bringing you back to reality. You looked up at a young man with white hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you had ever seen…. “No fucking way…. Fudo?” You mumbled to yourself as you got lost looking at him.

The young man just smiled at you. “Hello my name is Satoru Gojo.”

“Oh-oh hello my name is (F/N) (L/N). It’s nice to meet you Gojo.” You replied shyly.

“Please call me Satoru.” He smiled at you again. “So whatchya working on?”

“Oh! Its n-nothing just a story of mine.” You said dismissing the subject.

“I would love to hear about your story.” Gojo said as he leaned in closer to you.

“M-maybe another time….” You said shyly as your cheeks turned red.

“Okay class listen up!” Started the professor. “Today we are picking partners for your projects! By the end of the year I want an entire book written minimum of fifteen chapters!”

The class groaned in annoyance.

You were sitting on the edge of your seat very excited for this.

“Come on guys don’t give me that! This is going to be a fun assignment! Anything goes in your book!”

Your eyes widened in wonder. “A-anything?” You said to yourself.

Gojo looked at you. “Pssssst (Y/N).”

You glanced at him. “What is it Satoru?”

“Will you be my partner?” He flashed you a sexy smile.

You turned bright red. “Uh-uhhhh wh-why do you want to be m-my p-pa-partner?” You stammered.

Gojo took your hands in his. “Because I see how excited you are for this project and I want to be partnered with someone who has a passion like I do for writing.”

You took your coat, hat and glasses off revealing your beautiful body and captivating (E/C) eyes. You had a cute punk look going for you wearing a black skin tight shirt with holes cut in all the right places, cut up jeans with fishnets peeking out of the holes and combat boots.

“Damn little hottie has a body. Now that is something I would like a go at.” Gojo thought to himself as he looked you over his ocean orbs stopping on your big breasts.

“So what do you say?” He looked at you.

You tucked your long (H/C) hair behind your ears. “Uh-uhhh we-well.” Your eyes darted around and noticed a group of girls were coming your way. “What is he super popular or something? I mean he is absolutely gorgeous.” You thought to yourself. “Wait Satoru Gojo I have heard about him! He’s a Sophmore and I heard he gets around with the girls on campus…. What am I about to get myself into?...”

“Y-yes I will be your partner!” You said really loudly drawing attention to yourself.

Gojo smiled at you. “Wonderful!”

You and Gojo looked over at the group of girls, they looked like they wanted to kill you.

“AHEM!” The professor cleared his throat gaining the classes attention again. “As I was saying anything goes in your stories! You’re adults now I want to see you push your limits step out of your comfort zones! Write something gruesome! Write some smut I will allow it!”

Your eyes almost fell out of your head when the professor said that.

“Okay now go pair up and start discussing your books!”

Gojo turned to you. “I can see the wheels turning in your head (Y/N)-chan, what are you thinking about for our book?”

You tapped you chin. “Hmmmm.” You took out a notebook and a pen. “Well what kind of books do you like to read?”

“Oh! I love fantasy, folklore, sci-fi…. Hmmmmm oh!” Gojo motioned you to move closer to him. “My guilty pleasure is the web novel series When A God Falls by Yoru-Chan.”

Your eyes grew wide. “No way….” You mumbled.

Gojo's eyes lit up. “You know the series? Oh my God I am obsessed with Yoru-Chans writing it’s amazing! Plus Fudo reminds me a lot of myself.”

“That’s for sure you certainty have his charming personality and good looks.” You muttered to yourself.

“What was that?” Gojo asked.

“Oh nothing…. So I’m taking a wild guess you want smut in our story?” You said smugly.

He placed his hand on your leg. “I was hoping we could write from personal experience.” He looked at you his ocean blue orbs filled with lust.

You removed his hand from your thigh. “I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am but I don’t jump into some random guys bed that easily Satoru. Are you extremely attractive? Yes you are, but you’re going to have to try harder than that mister.” You stuck out your tongue revealing a piercing.

He raised his eyebrow. “So there is a chance?” He said smugly. “Then challenge accepted! I’m taking you out to dinner tonight!”

“W-wa-wait just a minute.” You said getting very flustered as you fiddled with your hands.

“What you don’t want to be taken out by the hottest guy in school?” He said smugly.

“I mean I do but this is moving all so quickly.”

He smiled at you again. “Baby girl I am Satoru Gojo I do not take things slow.” He placed his hand back on your thigh.

“Well I’m not the type to move fast, I have heard about you reputation Satoru you never get into a relationship with any girl and I am not looking for a random fling.” You said removing his hand yet again.

He grabbed your hand and leaned in close to you. “Like I said (Y/N) challenge accepted.” He winked at you. “Now do you have any other classes today?”

“No this is my last class.”

“Perfect! Do you have any plans this weekend?”

“N-no?” You stammered.

He smiled at you.

“What are you scheming Satoru?”

The bell rang for class to end, Gojo held out his hand for you to take, you did so.

“This weekend my dear you are mine.” He smirked at you. “Let’s go out for lunch then back to my apartment. Sound good to you?”

“O-okay that sounds good.” You packed up your bag, Gojo wrapped his arm around you making you freeze up. Your heart was trying to beat out of your chest.

Gojo took you out to a very nice sushi restaurant for lunch.

“Damnit why of all people Satoru is…. He is the spitting image of Fudo….. Literally the man of my dreams and he’s a player….” You thought to yourself letting out a frustrated sigh.

Gojo tightened his grip around your hand making you look up at him. “What are you thinking up in that beautiful mind of yours?”

You shook your head and laughed. “Boy you are so smooth, it’s laughable how hard you’re trying to get in my pants.” You patted his hand.

“When I set my eyes on someone I like I won’t give up until I make them mine.” He held your hand.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh so very charming. How many girls have you used that line on?” You said sarcastically. “Too bad I see right through you Satoru. Those sweet compliments and a sexy smile might work on every other girl… that just means they’re easy to get into bed. I am a much more complex woman who isn’t as easily swayed just by your good looks.”

He leaned in close to you. “So what do you want?”

“A-a love like Takara and Fudo.” You started.

“Ohhhhh so you do read the series!?” Gojo got all happy.

You blushed. “Y-yes I do read it.” You said shyly.

“Hm? There’s more to it isn’t there?”

A small huff left your lips, though the pink which scattered your delicate cheeks stayed. “There isn’t. You shouldn’t pry in others’ affairs.” You said defensively.

You let out a small sigh, thinking to yourself. “This is absolutely ridiculous. I’m ridiculous!” You had the urge to smack yourself at the nearest wall, but right now wasn’t the best time and place.

“There’s something off with how she suddenly reacted like that…” Gojo thought to himself.

“How about we just go to your apartment?”

“Aren’t you eager ‘Ms. I’m different from other girls!’?”

“Not particularly…” You turned your nose up.

“What?”

“I-It’s not what you think!” You said in a huff.

“What I think? Sweetcheeks, just what do you mean by that? How scandalous of you-“

“No! It’s not like that!” You backed up.

“I mean, why else would you go to a guy’s place?” Gojo moved closer to you.

“I said its not like that!”

“Keep it up and I’ll seriously continue to think you’re some closet pervert.”

“P-Please don’t!” You stammered as your face turned redder by the second.

“Her face is so red, can’t help but tease her.” Gojo thought to himself and chuckled.

---

You stepped into his apartment looking around surprised. “It’s so clean.” You said in amazement.

“I'm kinda offended by that (Y/N),” He replied sounding kind of hurt. “you make it sound like all I do is get it with girls!” He walked over and took your jacket.

“Isn’t that exactly what you do..?” You scoffed mumbling to yourself.

“Huh? Said somethin’?”

“N-Nothing! Nothing at all!”

He turned around and walked closer to you.

You backed up into a wall slightly intimidated by Gojo's God- like features.

He put his arm on the wall and looked deep into your eyes. “Now that we’re alone… Wanna tell me just what about that book got your panties in a twist?”

“W-What do you mean?” You shuddered averting your eyes from his gaze.

“You know exactly what I mean. Why else would you smile when I mentioned it? Or the way you just dismissed it when I asked about it? You’re definitely hiding something, (Y/N).”

“N-No I’m not! I…” You started getting defensive again trying to hide your nervousness.

He tilted your head up to look at him. “Yes you are (Y/N).” He leaned in closer to you. “Look at the way you’re acting right now.”

“Shit… he just looks so much like him. It’s just to hard to resist…” You Thought to yourself.

“Cat got your tongue? Should I help you fix that?”

“Fudo I-!”

“...Did you just call me ‘Fudo’?”

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You thought to yourself.

“Why on earth did you call me ‘Fudo’? Don’t tell me you’re in love with the main character!?” He smirked at you getting an idea.

“Don’t be so shy love.” He gently grabbed your butt picking you up as he leaned into your neck.

Your skin was getting hotter by the second as Gojo pressed his body against yours. “F-fuck why is he doing this!? This is exactly like the first time Takara and Fudo met!” You thought to yourself your breathing getting heavier as Gojo pressed his soft lips against your neck.

“F-Fudo wh-what are you doing?” You wined out.

Gojo stopped and looked at you with his ocean orbs. “What ever do you mean Takara?” He leaned in close to your lips.

“F-fuck why are you doing this?” You shook your head coming back to your senses. “No Satoru please stop. This isn’t what I want.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You were really getting into it (Y/N).”

“Getting into what?” You asked looking confused.

“Roleplaying? I’ve never tried it before but roleplaying this book would be a lot of fun and seeing as you look a lot like Takara who is totally hot-“

“Roleplaying? You mean like acting out different characters?”

“Uh yea? What did you think I-“

“I mean I did model Takara after myself….” You mumbled a bit too loud and Gojo heard you.

“Woah wait just a minute! What do you mean you ‘modeled Takara after yourself'?”

“Huh?” You looked at him. “Oh shit…. Ummmm.”

“Okay (Y/N)! Spit it out!” Gojo yelled as he tickle attacked you.

You flailed about. “Noooooo Satoruuuu stoppppp!” You wiggled in his grip as he tickled your sides, you started to laugh. “Hehehe Satoruuuuu!” You continued to flail trying to free yourself, you managed to knock Gojo over landing on top of him.

Gojo locked you in a bear hug. “Ha I caught you! You’re not getting away until you tell me what in the hell you’re talking about.” He came dangerously close to your lips. “Now tell me my dear (Y/N).”

“Uhhhhh.” You studdered becoming a hot mess in Gojo's arms.

Gojo looked deep into your eyes giving you the puppy dog stare pleading with you. “Pleaseeee?” He kissed your cheek.

“Damn you Satoru.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “I….. Am Yoru-Chan.”

His eyes widened in amazement. “No fucking way seriously!? You’re Yoru-Chan!?” He let go of you giving you a dumbfounded look.

“What!? Why is that so hard to believe? Do you want me to show you some of the new book?” You asked taking out your lap top.

“I just never expected the writer of a famous internet smut novel be a cute little punk girl…. And a Freshman in college at that! The way you write about sex and describe it is like how someone with year’s of experience would write…. My closet pervert theory is standing with you!” He laughed teasing you more.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as your cheeks flushed a deep red. “H-hey now! I am not a closet pervert! For your information I am still a virgin!” You yelled as those words spilled out of your mouth you realized what you just blurted.

Gojo looked at you wide eyed. “You're a virgin and you write like that!? Oh my God….” He took you in his arms. “well then why don’t you write from personal experience?”

“Hey cool it Fudo!” You growled pushing Gojo off of you.

He smirked. “You really did model Takara after you, shy but defensive personality. This is going to be fun! Okay I want to take you out to dinner and a club after. I’ll walk you to your dorm so you can get clothes for the weekend.”

“Uhhhhh I don’t know if that’s a good idea my roommate Utahime is not a fan of you at all…. She might get really pissed off.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow. “It’ll be fine! I insist a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be walking around on your own.” He smiled at you and handed you your coat. “Plus you don’t know how to get back here from your dorm.”

“Okay you got me there.” You admitted as he helped you put your coat on.

Gojo opened the door and a girl was standing there. “Oh! Yuki what are you doing here?”

Yuki looked at you. “Uh Gojo we had a date today?”

“Oh.” Gojo laughed nervously. “Sorry Yuki I need to cancel I have an important project that’s most of my grade in AP Writing and (Y/N) is my partner.”

Yuki laughed. “So why not ditch the nerd and let her write it?” She gestured to you. “Then we can go out! You’ve never cared about school this much before or ever hung around a goth girl. Gojo what’s up with you?”

“Excuse me who are you calling a nerd and giving labels to?” You butted in. “How would you like it if I said you looked like an escort.” You said looking at Yuki who was wearing a skin tight leather dress with a plunging neckline.

“Well I would like to be escorting Gojo out on a date!” She said angrily not even getting what you just called her.

You looked at her dumbfounded. “Well I am sorry Yuki but he is working on a project with me and taking me out tonight. I'm sure you have plenty of other men you can go out with. Why not message one of them?”

“Why I ought to!”

Gojo locked the door behind him and walked away with you. “Oh! Yuki don’t bother messaging me ether, this young lady will be taking up most of my time now. Bye!” He wrapped his arm around you.

“That little whore just thinks she can come in and take my favorite man from me! Oh she has another thing coming!” Yuki stormed off in the other direction.

“I'll be taking up most of your time now? Really Satoru? I heard you never spend more than a week with the same girl.”

“Well maybe I’m trying something new.” He smiled at you. “Now which dorm is yours?”

You pointed to the left. “The freshman dorms are over there.” He took your hand in his walking with you to the dorms.

People were gawking at you as you walked hand in hand with Gojo.

“Tch look at the new arm ornament Gojo has this week.” A girl with blue hair scoffed. “Poor girl will learn soon enough that he is going to leave her just like he does to every other girl. Poor little naïve Freshman doesn’t know what’s coming! Haha!”

“Sa-Satoru I feel like I’m being put on display…. And I don’t like it at all. Everyone is staring at us!” You said becoming flustered.

“Shhhhh it’s okay (Y/N).” He wrapped his arm around you again and kissed the top of your head so everyone could see.

“I don’t know something seems different about him with that girl…. He would never wrap his arm around a girl or kiss their head like that.” Said one of the girls friends. “Pfft imagine someone like her catches the heart of Satoru Gojo its laughable!”

All of the girls laughed.

A beautiful tall blonde approached you and Gojo. “Hey Gojo what’s with the charity case?” She asked pointing at you.

“What the fuck!?” You growled. “Is there some sort of issue with who I am and how I dress!?”

“Calm down (Y/N) you’re beautiful just the way you are.” Gojo smiled at you completely ignoring the girl as he walked past her.

“B-but Satoru both girls who approached to talk to you made fun of how I dress….. Now I’m never one to be insecure about who I am however, the two girls looked like models compared to me…. I’m not the usual type of girl you go out with am I?”

“Hmmmmm now that you mention it no you’re not, but that doesn’t matter to me. Like I said (Y/N) when I girl catches my eye I don’t give up.”

“And what about a girl- Hey!” You yelled as someone pulled you away from Gojo. “Utahime what are you doing?”

“(Y/N) can I talk to you?” Utahime glared at Gojo as he followed. “Alone!” She stormed off with you.

“Wait at least let him in the building!” You pulled away from Utahime to let Gojo in. “I told you she didn’t like you.” You sighed. “I’m in room 345 on the third floor just meet me up there.” You said before Utahime pulled you away again.

--

“What was I doing here again?” You thought to yourself as you stared at your overnight bag trying to ignore Utahime.

“Seriously (Y/N)! You can’t just stay with Satoru Gojo! He’s bad news!” Shouted Utahime bringing you back to reality.

“How many times have you told me that..?” You rolled your eyes as you walked over to your closet to grab clothes. “Hmmmmm now what should I wear?” You asked yourself as you looked through your mostly black wardrobe. Your eyes fell on your beautiful purple corset dress. “That’s perfect for tonight! Hmmmmm now what else? Maybe I should start dressing more like Takara, Satoru would like that….”

“I’ll keep repeating myself if I have to, (Y/N)! Satoru Gojo is not to be trusted if you want your heart broken!” She said trying to convince you not to go. “Please be smart about this and take my advice! Don’t go!”

“We’re going to study.” You said as you packed up a couple of skirts and cute tops to go with them.

“Shut up, you’re sleeping over for the weekend!” She yelled as she took out your sexy night gown and thongs. “Look at yourself (Y/N) you were just saying that Gojo would like it if you dressed like the character of your book!? Wait does he know that you’re Yoru-Chan?”

“I’m going, Utahime. There’s nothing you can do about it.” You finished packing your bag.

“(Y/N)! I’m warning you! He is a player!”

“Yeah, yeah just text me if there’s an emergency, okay?” You patted her shoulder as you turned to leave.

“That’s if you’re not already on your knees for him!” She scoffed. “You better fucking answer.”

“H-Hey! That’s not funny!” You said getting flustered.

“Then don’t go!” Utahime pulled on your arm.

“But mooooom, it’s an assignment that’s most of my grade! I have to go!” You said sarcastically as you opened the door to leave.

“Did you just call me your ‘mom’?— hey! (Y/N)! Come back here!” Yelled Utahime as you snuck out. She followed you out into the hall and saw you walking away with Gojo, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Dumbass.”

—

“So, Yoru-chan.” Gojo started.

“P-Please don’t call me that in public Satoru….” You said shyly as your cheeks flushed pink.

“Hehe, can’t help it. Still need to process someone as beautiful as you wrote such interesting stories.” He pulled you into his arms.

“S-Satoru!” You squeaked as he gently groped your butt.

“Fiiiiiiine, I’ll stop!”

silence….

“Thank you for walking me to my dorm and back.” You smiled at him

“It’s the least I should do for my precious Takara.” Gojo said flashing you a sexy smirk.

“You said you’ll stop the teasing!” You said getting a bit defensive.

“Kinda lied.” He chuckled as he unlocked his door.

You rolled your eyes. “What have I done?” You mumbled.

“Hmmmm you caught the eye of hottest guy on campus, that’s what you’ve done!” He said happily.

“Yeah too bad this gorgeous man is total player!” You said getting upset. “You know just my luck the man of my dreams-“

“Wait I’m the man of your dreams?” He looked at you confused.

“Well Fudo was modeled after the man of my dreams and you’re the real life Fudo sooooooo….. Yeah you kinda are.”

“Well if I were to truly become the man of your dreams….” Gojo held you in his arms. “what would you want me to do? Other than the obvious cutting out every girl I have ever hooked up with.”

“Hmmmmm well lets go out tonight and I will tell you after! Wait are you seriously willing to change for me?” You looked at him astonished.

He sighed. “Well seeing as Takara is the woman of my dreams and I have found my real life Takara, yes I am!” He kissed your cheek.

“You do know it is going to take a lot of proving yourself for me to trust you Satoru.”

He kissed your nose. “Challenge still accepted beautiful! I’m not giving up on you (Y/N)!”

You sighed. “Well I guess I don’t have a choice now do I?” You laughed.

“Oh you’ve had plenty of chances to leave but you haven’t yet, so I think you want this just as much as I do (Y/N).” He leaned in close to your lips.

You started to get warm and very flustered.

“Am I wrong my dear?”

You gave him a kiss on his lips. “Is that enough of an answer for now? I’m still not sure myself….. But I do know I don’t want to leave….. I’m looking forward to this weekend.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back and he took out his phone as he sat on the couch. “And to start I’m deleting all my social media and making a new Facebook that you will have the password to!” Gojo said as he started to delete apps off his phone.

“Woah hold on Satoru are you sure? You’re making it sound like I’m your g-girlfriend…”

“Well don’t you want to be (Y/N)?” He asked as he pulled you into his lap. “Don’t you want to be the girl who tamed Satoru Gojo?”

“I-I mean yes I do…. But like I said you have to do a lot of convincing for me to say yes, you are off to a good start!” You replied as Gojo handed you his phone to set up his new Facebook. “Okay the password is TakaraFudo, annnnnnnd done! What photo do you want to use?”

“I was hoping I could take a photo with you?” He asked smiling at you.

“Um sure! Why don’t we take one all dressed up for our date tonight? I don’t look very photogenic right now.” You laughed.

“You are absolutely beautiful right now!” He replied as he wrapped his arms around you taking a cute photo of the two of you. “See?” He showed you the photo.

You looked at it. “Yes I know I am beautiful, but I want to look even better! Hey can you send me that photo please?”

“Sure what’s your number?”

“It's 080-5555-2567.” You glanced down to see Gojo put you in his phone as ‘My Beautiful Takara'. Your phone buzzed and you looked at the message with the photo ‘I’m putting this as my background on my phone <3 you are so beautiful!’ You smiled at the sweet message and put Gojo in your phone as ‘My Wonderful Fudo'.

“What am I doing….?” You thought to yourself.

“Would you care for a drink (Y/N)?” Gojo asked you.

“Do you have mango sake? That’s my favorite!”

“Uhhhhh, yes I think I do! I’ll be right back with that for us!” He got up and went to the kitchen.

“What am I getting myself into? God he really is so smooth I’ve barely known him a day and I’m already acting like a fangirl! Come on (Y/N) you’re better than this....” You sighed. “But he’s so handsome ugh, I need to get my head checked! Here I am saying I’m not like other girls but yet I agree to sleeping over his apartment for the weekend.”

“Ohhhh Takaraaaaaa! I mean (Y/NNNNN)! Sake is served!” Gojo said happily as he bounced in with the tray of sake.

You laughed. “Why thank you Satoru.” You cheered Gojo and took a shot of the sake. He poured you another shot.

“To us!” Gojo held out his cup.

“T-to us!” You cheered him again and downed the shot.

You and Gojo we’re going shot for shot, Gojo kept making up the dumbest things to toast to but he didn’t care he wanted to get you drunk so you would loosen up. About an hour passed by and you were feeling pretty good.

“F-Fudo.” You hiccuped. “I-I-I think I’m goooooood I’ve had tooooo mu-much to-to drink.” You said slurring your words.

“Hm? How drunk are you?” He asked leaning in close to you as Gojo wrapped you in his arms.

You let out a small nervous hiccup. “Drunkkkkk enough to doooooo this!” You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck as you straddled him and kissed him passionately.

Gojo pulled you in closer deepening the kiss as he slipped his hand under your shirt.

You broke the kiss. “H-heyyy wh-what do you think you’re doing Fudo I-I mean Satoru?” You swatted his hand away “Behave! Just because I kissed you it doesn’t mean I’m giving in that easily….” You blushed. “I-I just really wanted to kiss you….”

He smiled at you. “Okay, okay I’ll behave…. For you.” He looked at you like he wanted another kiss.

You chuckled. “What do you wanna kiss me again-“

Gojo cut you off planting another kiss on your lips. He gently nibbled on your lower lip making you moan allowing entry. Instantly he invaded your mouth dancing with your tongue. He gently groped your butt making you moan again.

“Well she certainly is a horny drunk…. I wonder how far she will let me go?” Gojo thought to himself as he slipped is hand into your shirt again swiftly unhooking your bra, this time you didn’t stop him.

You broke the kiss. “Sa-Satoru you said you would behave!” You said giving him a disgruntled look.

“Heh, I lied.” He smirked at you. “Come on baby girl I can see how badly you want to give into your desires….. I see it in your eyes…. You’ve been fighting it all day....” He leaned into your neck gently kissing it. “You want me so badly right now.” He whispered teasing you.

“Sa-to-ru.” You wined out. “Yes I do want you!” You blurted out. “Fuck!” You held your hands over your mouth.

Gojo got all excited kissing you as he attempted to take off your shirt but you stopped him. “Wa-wait just a minute Satoru! I’m not done…. Yes I do want you, however I am not quite ready to give myself up that easily. So BEHAVE! Please?”

“But whyyyyyy?” He asked pleading with you.

“Have you forgotten I am a virgin? This is a big deal for me….. I always thought I would be giving it up to someone I was in love with, someone who I had been dating for a long time…. Never have I ever thought that I would be contemplating hooking up with a guy I just met…. God I really am easy!” You said getting frustrated.

“I don’t think your easy.” Gojo kissed your lips. “Not to sound bad…. Well this is gonna sound bad however I say it so I’m just gonna say it. The fastest I ever got with a girl was five minutes after I met her….”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah your right that sounded horrible…. Man-whore.” You said teasing him.

“H-hey now…. No you’re right…. Anyways what I am trying to say is most girls I meet give themselves up within a few hours of meeting me… I’ve been with you almost the entire day and you’ve stopped every advance I have made on you, which is fine I’m enjoying this immensely. I have noticed you’re letting me push your boundaries further every time I make a move on you.”

“Y-yes I am letting you push my boundaries I’m starting to become comfortable with you…. I’m starting to trust you.”

“I feel special.” He smiled and tenderly kissed your lips. “I” He kissed you again. “Can't” and another kiss. “stop” and another. “kissing” yet another kiss. “you.” He kissed your lips five more times. “I just want to spend the whole night kissing and holding you.”

You snuggled into Gojo and looked at your phone. “Uh Satoru it’s almost 8 o'clock. Don’t we have dinner and a club to go out to?”

“Oh shit we do! I lost track of time looking at your beautiful face. Let’s go get ready! I hope you brought a dress because we are going out to a fancy restaurant.”

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[ziracona]

On a scale of one to ten (one is your screwed and ten is your gonna destroy them) how would you do in a fight against the dead by daylight killers. First rules though. 1. No prep for either side (suck it Danny) 2. No guns! Only weapons found around your house. 3. It's to the death one being leaves an that's it. 4. No help from friends or pets. 5. Whether legion is four teens or just one combined is up to you.

Uhh, this depends drastically on if you mean I one v one every one of them, or if I’m trying to fight a mob. Because if it’s me vs all of them, I’d just die. Like I’m sure I’d have decent odds of killing at least one, maybe two, and taking them with me. But I’m not John Wick—I cant 1v23 a bunch of armed people with some degree of experience with their weapons given no prep time, allies, or special weapons to save me. I like basically anyone else die sadly to the mob.

If this is one v one though, bc it’d be hard to get them all to work together anyway, and that’s the only way like anyone stands a chance?

Evan: I give me 50-50 odds. He’s way bigger than me and his weapon has a longer reach than any known, even the swords. I’m pretty good at thinking on my feet though. I feel like I have about a 50% chance of living or dying (I’m getting gravely injured regardless), but if I die, I am taking him with me, 80% chance. I was not always proficient at winning fights, but I was very good at not losing them. I’ve been known for taking a sword to get a kill hit at cons a lot. I give me a 6 at simultaneous KO or victory.

Philip I refuse to kill. Even if he was trying to kill me. I would defend myself though. Much bigger threat than Evan to me because I /don’t/ want to hurt him at all, which puts me at disadvantage and liable to freeze up or make mistakes even trying to deal nonlethal damage, he’s bigger and taller than me so height and weight advantage, and I don’t have long enough weapons to help me overcome that, plus on top of that, he’s a tactical fighter, which is what I am. And I think it’s harder to beat someone at your and their own game than just to beat another style most of the time. I mean skill is skill in any area, but I’d take a really strong tank in a fight rather than a planner any day of the week. I think he’s smart, probably smarter than me under pressure, definitely more experienced, and would kick my ass tactically if his heart was in it. If it wasn’t though, I’d have a chance to catch him off guard. I think Vs Philip I get one chance to use a tricky move, and if I mess that up, I die. If I do it right, maybe I can knock him out. It’s a one shot long shot at disadvantage. I give me a 4 if his heart isn’t in it, 3 if it is.

Hillbilly has a chainsaw and hammer, but those are both unwieldy and slow weapons. I’m faster than him, and I’m willing to get hurt. Also he’s killed a lot, but he’s not a /fighter/, which gives me an edge. Being tactical works really well vs someone whose edge is brute force. And he doesn’t have as massive a height or strength advantage. I also have tricks and home court advantage. So long as I don’t fuck up, I give myself an 8.5.

Sally isn’t that scary. I would try to incapacitate her. I feel I could easily take her as a ghost or a person. I have good ghost fighting supplies, salt, chalk, talismans, knowledge. I’m prepared for this. I think I’m coming in for this one at a solid 10.

Michael Myers would kill me. I mean, he’s got like X-Man semi invincibility, good skills, and I don’t really want to kill him. I’d try to talk him down while defending myself. I’d probably fail, but I’d try. Best case scenario I get him to hesitate, but also I’m being generous and giving me a 12% chance of that. Realistically, best case is I pull out a rug, trip him, and temporarily escape. A fight in an enclosed space, most likely outcome is I try and fail to talk him down, and I die. I feel very sure I cannot take him in a fight unless Ishtar herself blesses me with god like abilities. I’m probably dead. At least it would be quick. I give me a 1.6.

Lisa is tiny and not that strong. I could easily break her little glass bones. I’m taller and stronger than her, and she had worse weapons than me. I would try not to kill her though—just incapacitate. I feel I could do this while sustaining only minor wounds. Not to give you a look beyond weird ghost shit into my personal arsenal, but I definitely have supplies for that. I give me a 10.

Herman is tall and strong but he’s not a fighter. He’s a scientist. I’ve been shocked before, and I know what to expect from him. He’s getting blasted by a power washer at range until his weird face apparatus comes off and he’s down and out. I have more precise weapons than him and can easily neutralize his abilities and turn them against him. Also have rubber to wear. He’s big though, so for that alone I give me a 9.6 in case I mess up.

Anna would destroy me. She’s good at ranged weapons, I am not. I would try to look as young as possible and convince her in my very bad but slowly improving baby Russian to please have mercy on me. We’re back to the Michael scenario where I know I have no chance of normal survival and would have to try and talk my way out. My odds are higher here though. I’m pretty cute and I know a little Russian. I give me a 4. But the 4 is not me winning it’s my odds of surviving through begging for my life. She’d kick my ass in a fight.

Bubba isn’t that good at fighting and has a big and cumbersome, if scary, weapon. I feel I could easily use terrain, weapons, and strategy to my advantage and kill him, unless I’m in a place with no terrain or furniture. In which case it’d be a lot worse for me. If I was not, though, I give me a solid 9.6 at owning that fight. I have a good throwing arm and plenty of stuff that can blind a foe, and a lot of weapons. A lot of weapons.

Freddy. Okay this is hard. I know how to kill him about as well as anyone does? So comparatively my odds are good? But. Also he’s a demon and a bit of a heavyweight in this arena. Sadly. If we’re in-realm rules, I have a /very/ good chance of kicking his ass. Give me a 10 to win, although I might not survive either. Probably would. If he’s like /film/ loadout? I give me more like a 6. It would be a battle, but I have a lot of knowledge and determination. Also I’m taller than him and bigger and could break his arms.

Amanda. Easy fam, that’s a 10. No, 11. Injured recently drugged Eric Matthews almost kicked her ass while toting a smashed foot. She’s like, 5 foot 1 and 30 pounds underweight. It’s not gonna be hard at all.

Kenneth I give me a 10 too. Easy fam. Even if he gets realm rules where he’s not tripping balls on his own drugs, I know what he’s got. I’ve got better weapons, I’m young, fast, strong, and smarter. I hold my breath, and run him through. Quick jabs from a dagger, take him down. Use my agility. He was never a fighter anyway—he used drugs to prey on people who couldn’t fight back. You know what? Give me another 11.

Rin? Uhhhh, I know as much as about anyone how to deal with her, but my odds of succeeding /before/ she killed me are...not great. And if we fought, there’s no way I have the ability to kill an Onryo. I put using my supernatural beings knowledge to hold her back long enough to stop her in the realm of improbably, but potentially doable, and give myself a 2.7. This is not to kill her though. Just to make her stop killing me. I have no way near the power or spiritual knowledge needed to kill something like that.

Legion I’d not really want to kill. They’re all teenagers or baby 20 year olds. I don’t want to wail fatally on kids, even ones who suck. That said, I think I could take them in a fight. If it was four and I got to fight them one at a time, easiest, four in one body back to back is medium, four at once is hard. First two options I could potentially fight to not kill. Third option only choice would be do everything I can to even /maybe/ have a shot. I have less experience stabbing people, but I’m more ready to take pain, and more motivated, so I give myself a 6, 5, and 3.5 to those scenarios respectively. I would be badly wounded regardless.

Adiris I don’t have healthy enough fear of dying of bubonic plague, and that would give me an edge. I think I have a good sword and shield combo to deal with the mace. She’s tall, but I have her beat in strength and stamina as well as agility bc she’s emaciated and dying. I would not want to kill her though. Might try to talk to her in my fucked Akkadian. Try to incapacitate if that failed. I give me a solid 8 if she’s treating this like a 9 to 5 or distracted by me, give me a 4 if she wants me /dead/. Either way, I probably have to run to the CDC and pray I survive scarred after.

Danny is just some sneaky dick with a knife. He doesn’t even know how to get stabbed. Slightly harder than a few other knife fighters bc he wears so much damn leather, but the eyes and mouth of that mask are vulnerable, and I feel sure I can drive a knife into them before sustaining any kind of fatal wound. He doesn’t have much edge on me in any area, I have him well beat in conviction, and I’m smarter than him by quite a bit. I give me a 9.

Uhhh, Demo isn’t that hard, and I love fire. Probably gonna get a little hurt, but I’m not worried about this one. Easy 10.

Kazan is interesting. He has me beat in size and strength, but his weapon is unwieldy and slow. I have quick weapons and am more agile, and I’m ready to fight dirty to save myself. 7 probably. It’s a luck thing. I have the edge, but if he really lands a hit on me even once, it’s all over. So. Not the /best/ of odds. Maybe a 6.8, actually.

You said no guns but I assume Caleb still gets his. He only gets one shot before being vulnerable though, and he’s much older than me. I’m faster and more agile, and stronger. He’s got really good endurance too though so I don’t have the edge there. It’s gonna be kind of a game of chicken to see who blinks. If he misses his one shot, I win. If he gets the shot, he wins. However, I think my odds of baiting the shot and getting my opening are decent. I give me a solid 7 here.

I still don’t even know which Pyramid Head he /is/. Why does any version exist here and want to kill me, can he smell, can I use that, can electricity hurt him, can he use my guilt against me? There are so many unknowns for both of us, I give us both a 5.

Talbot is an easy 10 unless he gets the jump on you. But you said no planning, so no surprise attacks, so I give me a 10. His body is literally falling apart, and all the blight serum in the world can’t save him from me forever. I have a bunch of tools at my disposal, and he’s fast, but he’s not accurate. Edge, me.

Victor and Charlotte. Interesting one here. Don’t want to kill them either, but I would to save myself I guess if I couldn’t stop them. Not scared of Victor. I bite too, and I go for the throat. Charlotte is more of a problem. Finally it’s a tall killer with a short range weapon though, so edge: me, in weapons. I think I have decent odds of beating them, but I would not get out unscathed. Give me a 7.5.

Jo-Woon. Depends wildly. He throws tiny knives that do too little damage. If he takes me seriously as a threat and tries to go for the throat before I can get close, edge: him, and I’m in for a really rough fight even with a shield. If he wants to fuck around with me though, I’ll win. Because I am prepared to suffer immensely to get a kill shot. If he was smart, I’d give the fight a 6, but I feel extremely confident he’d be cocky, so I give me a 9 to survive, a 10 to at worst get a simultaneous K.O.

[andrewmoocow]

Steven Universe Alternate Future chapter 13: Bismuth Casual (originally posted on April 12, 2021)

AN: This chapter may seem innocent, and it is, but after this it'll only be two more chapters till we see Black Rutile again. But enough about her for right now, let's give Bismuth some lovin'! And a certain Rose-like human will be along for the ride too.

Synopsis: Bismuth learns how to forge relationships when she becomes Pearl's wing-Gem on a roller-rink date.

Cast:

Zach Callison as Steven

Deedee Magno Hall as Pearl, Brandish

Grace Rolek as Connie

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth, Khadijah

Lamar Abrams as Jaime, Daniel

Tahani Anderson as Patricia

Brian Posehn as Sour Cream

Dan Castellaneta as Skate Rental Guy

Featuring Kristin Chenoweth as Sheena Synstylae

And Emily King as herself

--

One night on a road away from Beach City, Steven was driving his Dondai Supremo with Connie next to him in the front seat and Pearl & Bismuth sitting in the back. Bismuth was dressed for a night out in a white dress shirt and her multicolored dreadlocks being done up in a ponytail. As the four continued driving, Connie began to turn up the radio.

"Oh, I love this song!" Connie cheered before she started singing along to the Emily King music on the car radio. "You can't hold me now, hold me now, ooh."

"And that was "Can't Hold Me", by Emily King." Sour Cream's voice came from the radio as the song ended. "Just one of many songs you can request your beloved host to play at the Starlight Roller Rink every night! And now a word from our sponsors."

"I'm so excited that you're coming along with us to the roller rink tonight and experience some interpersonal relationships." Pearl said to Bismuth while rolling up her shirtsleeve, causing the blacksmith to blush. "Ooh, don't be afraid to show off your gem." She added, opening up Bismuth's shirt to expose the gem on her chest. "Everyone's going to love you there."

"Hope I can keep up." Bismuth chuckled lightly. "Can't wait to meet your date too."

"Well, she's not really my date, we just talked to each other on the phone a few times in the past and now we've decided to hang out tonight." Pearl stated. "But the most important thing is-"

"Are you tired of shady mechanics bleeding you dry?!" a commercial suddenly interrupted Pearl and got her excited. "Then come on down to Cam's Camshafts!"

"Turn it up, I love this!" Pearl cheered.

"What, you mean this car salesman ad?" Steven chuckled at Pearl's excitement over a commercial of all things.

"Yes, turn it up!" Pearl answered as she reached over to turn up the volume and began singing along to the jingle. "Cam's Camshafts is the place to bring your wreck, get your car repaired for cheap and fair without risking your neck! Cam's Camshafts!"

"Pearl, you absolute dork!" Bismuth roared happily while Steven and Connie laughed just as the car drove up to the Starlight Roller Rink. "Hey, here we are!"

"You got that right Bismuth." Steven declared while parking his Supremo in the parking lot and the four got out of the car. "Come on everybody, let's get inside."

As the group made their way to the rink's entrance, Bismuth turned to Pearl with a question. "So Pearl, what's your mystery girl like?"

"Well, she's rather quiet and bears a shocking resemblance to a certain Rose," Pearl answered. "but she did like how forward I was about fighting to defend the Earth thousands of years ago and gave me her number."

"Wow, sounds like she could be nice to hang with." Bismuth laughed.

--

"Here we are!" Pearl exclaimed as she, Steven, Connie, and Bismuth stepped inside the Starlight Roller Rink and looked around at the humans and Gems skating around the very 80s-like establishment.

"Wow, so humans can pay to have wheels attached to their feet for fun?" Bismuth wondered. "That is really something else."

"Hey, there's Sour Cream over there!" Steven pointed over to the Cool Kid running the DJ booth.

"I don't know about this you guys." Bismuth said uneasily while Pearl began looking around the rink. "I've never really skated before."

"That's okay Bis, I never skated before either." Steven comforted his mother's old teammate. "Once I discovered my powers, I never really had time for all these popular human activities myself. But hey, I'm sure it can't be that hard, right?"

"Yo Pearl, over here!" a woman's voice called out to Pearl.

"Oh, there you are!" Pearl exclaimed as she skipped over to four human women awaiting her. One of the women had dark skin and a pink Mohawk, another had blue hair and a punk style of clothes, the third looked like an elderly hippie, and the fourth bore a striking resemblance to Rose Quartz.

"So that must be Pearl's little fan club, huh?" Bismuth asked as Pearl gave the mohawked girl a roll of toilet paper from her gem and the Rose lookalike a kiss on the cheek. "They seem so friendly and interesting."

"Steven, Connie, Bismuth, I'd like you to meet some of my human friends." Pearl called her three friends over to meet her human pals. "This is Khadijah, Jaime, and Brandish. And Steven, I think you might be familiar with Sheena here."

"Yeah, you were at the Big Donut when Pearl made a fool of herself trying to hit on me." Sheena chuckled as she shook Steven's hand. "Yeah, the name's Sheena, Sheena Synstylae."

"So, you guys have known Pearl long?" Khadijah asked Steven, Connie, and Bismuth.

"I've basically known Pearl my entire life." Steven answered.

"Pearl taught me how to use a sword." Connie added.

"And I've known Pearl for like, a few thousand years." Bismuth said.

"That's right, Bismuth's an architect!" Pearl exclaimed in response.

"A builder, huh?" Jaime asked with great interest as she and the rest of Pearl's human posse took Bismuth to the rink, leaving Steven & Connie by themselves.

"Anything you've built that you're proud of?" Sheena added.

"Little Homeworld for one, with a little help." Bismuth answered.

"Ooh, tell us more!" Brandish said excitedly.

"Come on Steven, let's get our skates." Connie said to Steven as she walked him to the skate rental desk.

"Okay." Steven replied before they turned to the man handing out roller skates.

"Welcome to the Starlight Roller Rink. Can I get anything in your shoe size?" the squeaky-voiced young man asked the duo.

"Um," Steven muttered as he looked down at his feet, trying to think about his shoe size before picking up one of his shoes to hand over. "Got anything in this size?"

"I'll see what I can do." The teen at the desk answered before he turned to Connie. "And as for you young lady?"

"Same for me." Connie replied, handing over one of her shoes as well.

"Alright then, enjoy your night." The teen said before he handed over some pairs of roller skates that were just the right size for Steven and Connie.

--

"Okay, are you ready?" Connie asked Steven after they laced up their newly rented skates.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Steven replied, then the two stood up as two other kids around their age skated by and noticed Connie.

"Then let's get skating!" Connie declared before one of the kids called out for her.

"Hey, is that Connie?" a girl in a pink hijab and red-framed glasses exclaimed before she and a boy skated over to Steven and Connie.

"Patricia, Daniel!" Connie exclaimed, then she turned to Steven. "Steven, I'd like you to meet Patricia and Daniel, they're some friends of mine from cram school."

"Hi, I'm Steven." Steven introduced himself to Connie's friends. "Uh, how's it going?"

"Going good." Daniel smiled at Steven.

"You should've seen Daniel earlier," Patricia smirked. "his mom really tore into him for some bad scores on a test, and he's all bent out of shape about it."

"Augh!" Daniel groaned. "I was doing real fine until you brought that up."

"I know what that's like." Steven laughed awkwardly. "One time, White Diamond tore into me by taking my gem out of my body." Patricia and Daniel just stared at Steven, having no idea what he was talking about until he revealed his gem on his belly. "I'm part-Gem by the way. When I mean she took my gem out, I mean she pulled it out like a splinter."

"Ooookay then." Patricia replied with a raised eyebrow. "So, what grade are you in?"

"Grade?" Steven, having not been given a proper education like most humans his age, began getting grades mixed up with age. "Uh, I'm sixteen!"

"Sixteen?" Daniel gasped.

"So you're taking AP classes then?" Patricia guessed.

"Uhhhh, AP what now?" Steven asked, now having no idea himself.

"You want to skate with us?" Connie offered Patricia and Daniel.

"Heck yeah!" Patricia laughed and the three friends rolled to the rink, leaving Steven alone and embarrassed.

"You really blew that one Steven." Steven groaned to himself. "I bet if they were Gems trying to kill me, we'd treat it like water under the bridge after a fun song or an inspiring speech."

"Hey Steven, you're missing out!" Connie called for Steven as she entered the rink, where she started laughing and hanging out with Patricia & Daniel.

"I'm coming!" Steven replied and tried to skate himself, but he unfortunately slipped and fell on his face.

"Are you okay?" Connie asked comfortingly while skating over to her half-alien friend.

"Yeah, it's only my first time." Steven reassured Connie while trying to get up. "But I'm sure I'll get it right somehow. Just go on without me."

"If you say so." Patricia said while she and Daniel skated away.

"Call us if you change your mind." Connie added as she followed the pair.

As his friend departed, Steven slowly got back up again and tried to skate. This time, luckily, he was finally able to take it slow.

"I'm finally getting the hang of this." Steven muttered happily to himself.

--

Meanwhile, Bismuth was skating with Pearl, Sheena, Khadijah, Jaime, and Brandish, and started showing off some skating moves of her own, to the humans' excitement.

"Dang Bismuth, you're already, like, a natural at this." Khadijah complimented Bismuth's grace.

"I love your flow." Brandish added.

"And you said this was your first time!" Sheena chuckled in response before she turned to Pearl. "Though she's still not as graceful as you are."

"Oh stop Sheena!" Pearl blushed at her human lover's comment.

"Well, y'all ain't seen nothing yet!" Bismuth yelled before she picked up Pearl and began swinging her around on the rink, cackling all the way.

"Bismuth, you're a natural!" Pearl yelled happily as Bismuth put her down. "Here's another thing you should know. When humans want to see each other again, they exchange little codes called "phone numbers". You should try it yourself sometime, it's fun."

"What you talking about Pearl?" Bismuth laughed. "I'm having fun already."

"That reminds me." Pearl realized before she plucked a roll of toilet paper from her gem and placed it in Bismuth's big purple hand. "Every human has at least one of these in their homes. Sometimes it's even used for vandalism."

"Oh Pearl, you're so bad!" Bismuth chortled just as Pearl began skating away with Sheena. "Hey, where are you going?"

"I've taught you all you need to know for the moment Bismuth, now go out and have fun!" Pearl exclaimed as she skated with Sheena to a nearby old man. "Sheena and I are going to make some connections of our own!"

"Excuse me, sir," Sheena tapped an old man's shoulder and presented him a toilet paper roll from Pearl's gem in her hands. "could we interest you in some TP tonight?"

"Uh, okay?" the old man reluctantly accepted the offer before skating away. "Dang young people these days."

"Um, I'm actually thousands of years older!" Pearl corrected the gentleman.

"Have fun?" Bismuth muttered while watching the happy couple skate around and hand out toilet paper to other attendants of the rink. "I mean, Pearl's friends already love me."

"Hey Bis, wanna show us some more of your moves?" Jaime asked as Pearl's human friends skated over to Bismuth.

"Well, if you insist." Bismuth shrugged and began to show off more moves for the humans to cheer about.

--

Back to Steven, he had just made it back around the rink to the entrance, and he stumbled back onto the shooting star-patterned carpet in exhaustion. "One lap around the rink. I think that deserves a break."

"Hey, Steven." Connie greeted as she skated back to Steven.

"Hey, Connie." Steven responded tiredly while grabbing onto the edge of the railing to pick himself up. "Hey, where are Daniel and Patricia?"

"They're still out there on the rink." Connie answered, thumbing back to her cram schoolmates having fun. "Did you want to hang out? You know, we could just return our skates and chat."

"No, you're here to have fun." Steven wheezed. "You're so busy studying, so you should just take this time to be with your friends."

"You're my friend too." Connie comforted Steven. "You want to sit down to some tater tots?"

"No, this is your night." Steven rejected the offer. "Just forget about me and go have fun."

"Okay then. Catch you later." Connie replied as she skated back to her friends.

"What am I doing?" Steven groaned in defeat before Bismuth saw him depressed.

"Something the matter, my lil' lion?" Bismuth asked Steven.

"Can't believe I'm saying this Bismuth," Steven responded. "but I think I've forgotten how to talk to humans. Crazy, right?"

"Yeah, that is pretty nuts." Bismuth agreed before she presented Steven with toilet paper. "You want one of these? Pearl and Sheena keep handing these out cause they say they're supposed to help."

"Maybe later." Steven responded sadly.

"I mean, how could you say that?" Bismuth asked. "You're so dang great at talking to everyone, like your dad or Connie for instance!"

"Greg's my dad, so he doesn't count." Steven stated while looking at Connie, Patricia, and Daniel from afar. "As for Connie, I was perfectly fine when it was just us. But now that's she got those two with her, I have no idea how to talk anymore. You know what I'm talking about, right?"

"You got that right." Bismuth replied. "Sheena, Khadijah, Jaime, and Brandish are all great, but they're not what I'm here for."

"Then who are you here for?" Steven asked. Bismuth just answered by shifting her pupils over to Pearl, which gave Steven a good idea of what she was talking about. "You're here for Pearl?!"

Bismuth shushed Steven by covering his mouth while waving over to Pearl, who merrily waved back before she started slow-dancing with Sheena. "In case you're wondering, I am a bit jealous! But I don't wanna admit it because Sheena's a great gal and I'm happy Pearl's found someone."

"Are you trying to hide this from them?" Steven asked as he moved Bismuth's hand off his mouth. "Why can't you just join in on their relationship? I mean, I saw a few couples like that around here made up of more than two people."

"I just don't want to take away from what Pearl's got." Bismuth answered morosely while spectating on Pearl having the time of her life. "She's got her own thing going on, perfectly happy with her life with lots of human friends and even a girlfriend. She's like the Pearl I remember, but a bit happier. I just needed to catch up."

"Yeah." Steven sympathized with the Gem veteran. "When Connie and I fought side by side to save the universe from the Diamonds, things were a lot easier between us, barring some infractions. We were fighting the same fight, but now it's like we're living completely different lives now. I wonder if she even wants to be my best friend anymore."

Bismuth slammed her arm on the edge of the rink in shock, giving Steven a little fright. "How long has this been going on?"

"Past couple of months." Steven revealed. "I think it started when she went to space camp before Spinel came to Earth."

"Listen, Steven," Bismuth comforted her former leader's son. "Pearl brought me here to set me up with her friends and to be with her girlfriend, but Connie came here to be with you. You got nothing to mope about."

"But her friends probably think I'm weird." Steven admitted. "You should've seen their faces when I told them about what White Diamond did to me."

"Of course you're weird, you're a Crystal Gem!" Bismuth declared. "The Crystal Gems were all a bunch of Gems deemed too weird by society to fit in, and the same goes for you! Connie's known that, she's always known, but that never stopped you two from being buddies!"

"You're right." Steven began taking Bismuth's motivational speech to heart. "Connie knows who I am. She's my friend, and she always will be!"

"So what do you want to do?!" Bismuth kept on pumping the boy up.

"To spend time with Connie!" Steven answered with determination.

"And what are you gonna do?!"

"Skate with Connie!"

"Well, what are you waiting for?!" Bismuth roared triumphantly. "Don't let your dreams be dreams, so JUST DO IT!" With that, Bismuth shoved Steven back onto the rink and he skidded rapidly towards Connie. "Gotta thank Peridot for showing me those motivational vids later."

--

"CONNIE!" Steven screamed as he zoomed towards his human friend, but then he skidded past her and began to trip & fall flat on his face yet again.

"Steven?" Connie heard Steven call her name and raced over to find him on the ground. "Steven, are you okay?"

"I'm sorry Connie, I just didn't want to hold you back." Steven apologized while he was helped to his feet.

"I don't mind, I just wanted to hang out." Connie replied earnestly.

"You've got cram school and new friends." Steven admitted. "You're going places and I'm proud of you for how far you've come since that time I got us stuck in the bubble, but I feel like we've been drifting apart. I wish we could reconnect but," Then he started to get nervous and abruptly changed the subject. "I don't know how to skate!"

"Skating's what you're worried about?" Connie laughed in disbelief just as Sour Cream turned on his microphone.

"Alright skaters!" Sour Cream announced. "It's time for our nightly skate contest. The skater with the sickest moves in the rink will be crowned skater of the night! Any takers?"

"C'mon, I know just what to do." Connie declared as she took Steven's hand, causing the pair to glow pink and emerge as Stevonnie while Sour Cream prepared some music for the competition and turned the lights from blue to pink.

"In the night, in the middle of the day." Emily King's voice began singing as Stevonnie handed over Connie's skates and got some new ones that were just their size. "Used to tell me we should leave it up to fate. I call you over, but you always hesitate. Now I know that I'll never have to wait."

Despite some initial stumbling, the fusion found their footing and began showing off their moves with utmost grace & style. "Close my eyes, let down my hair. I'm thinking 'bout what I want, gonna take me there.”

Patricia and Daniel gasped in wonder as Stevonnie whizzed right past everyone else at the rink and towards Bismuth. "Turn the dial, on the on the stereo." When they reached Bismuth, Stevonnie leaped over the Gem and gave her a midair high-five. "And I'm thinking 'bout who I want, and I won't let go."

"Who's the new kid?" Sheena asked Pearl before her alien lover was spun around by Stevonnie as the chorus began. "You can't hold me now, only I can do that. You can't hold me now, only I can do that. You can't hold me now, only I can do that. You can't hold me now, hold me now, ooh."

With a split by Stevonnie that would make an entire gymnastics team blush, the other skaters applauded loudly at their skill while the lights returned to normal. "I know them!" Pearl cried out to the crowd.

"I think we know who the winner is," Sour Cream declared from his booth. "unless someone wants to one-up them."

"Who can possibly top that?" Sheena commented as the crowd shook their heads.

"Well, guess that means the winner, by default, is Stevonnie!" Sour Cream congratulated the fusion of Steven and Connie before they defused into the two youths, each of them wearing a skate on one foot.

"Thanks, Connie." Steven said gratefully. "I really needed that."

"Steven, Connie, that was amazing!" Patricia exclaimed as she and Daniel skated over to the two.

"What the heck was that?!" Daniel inquired excitedly.

"That?" Connie responded with a blush. "That was fusion. It's kind of our thing."

"Just something I got from my mom's side of the family." Steven added.

"The one thing I got from my mom was tons of stress!" Daniel joked.

"Same." Steven laughed.

"Yo, Steven!" Sour Cream called for Steven. "You and Connie get to pick the next song as your prize for the contest."

"Next song?" Steven wondered while looking Bismuth's way as she skated over to Pearl and Sheena. "I think I got an idea. C'mon Connie."

As Steven led Connie away, Bismuth stopped to talk with Sheena. "Hey, Sheena was it? I know you might find it weird, but I have a bit of a thing for Pearl too, though I've had it longer than you have, but I'm just a bit jealous of how happy you two are together yet I didn't want to admit it. Hope you're not mad?"

"Eh, at least you're taking it better than some of my last dates." Sheena laughed. "Maybe we can make room for one more."

"Excellent idea." Pearl agreed with her human girlfriend and let Bismuth sandwich herself between the two just as an announcement was made.

"This next song is a request from Steven and Connie." Sour Cream declared. "And they're dedicating this to some special friends of theirs." With that, a certain commercial was played and brought a smile to Pearl's face.

"Bismuth, it's my favorite song!" Pearl cheered, causing her two loves to laugh at her taste in music.

"Cam's Camshafts is the place to bring your wreck, get your car repaired for cheap and fair without risking your neck!" Bismuth started singing along with the ad.

"Cam's Camshafts!" Pearl and Sheena added in harmony before the three gazed lovingly into each other's eyes and skated off with Khadijah, Jaime, and Brandish following behind.

Once again, the music changed as Steven and Connie began skating arm in arm, followed by Patricia & Daniel, and they began laughing.

--

Well, that's one relationship taken care of! After all, Pearl has two hands and has the power to make more of them. But with that out of the way, next chapter will also feature a certain relationship, but this one is a little more controversial. Can you guess which it is? If you already looked at the episode list on my DeviantArt page, you already know what's coming. See you next week!

[agustdomain]

Ventana

Synopsis: Your favorite window seat and silence were unexpected allies in the love that grew between you and your neighbor. 

Word count: 6k (a baby considering my other works but I love it just the same)

Genre: neighbor!au, boynextdoor!au, fluff, nothing too grand but it is something light-hearted. 

Warnings: Some language. Teeth-rottening sweetness, really. 

Pairing: Jisung x Reader, ft. Chenle, Jaemin and Jeno!

Author’s Note: Hey friends! This is a short and sweet dessert to hold you over for the main course coming up! I missed my dreamies so I wanted to write something for them. But I can’t wait for your thoughts on my chris work coming up. I have lots planned for the summer so brace yourselves! ~Angelo

The sun was heartless on this beautiful summer day. The window you lounged beside had been your absolute favorite spot in said house since your family moved in when you were younger . Most summers growing up, it was hard for your sisters to convince you to move from that little window seat. The summers were solely yours- that was, until Jisung started staining them.

Looking back on it, all of your favorite memories of Jisung were bathed in summer glow.

Your first memory was when you were eight years old. Mid-June, perched on your window seat and reading through the Goosebumps books you owned one by one. Your mom had forced you and your sisters to go introduce yourselves to his family next door. You were brief with him, but he was super quiet and only stared at you wide-eyed and with nothing to say.

Back then he didn’t have glasses yet. He was a short, lanky boy with a bowl cut, peeking at you from his second story window almost every single day that summer. It made you smile behind the pages, the first time in a long time distracted from the words filling your mind. After the first time you noticed, however,  you ignored him for the rest of that summer. You didn’t even pay him mind when his curtains would obviously dance whenever he thought you were going to catch him watching you.

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Your second memory was when you were twelve.

Your oldest sister Chaeryeong- 13 and a fire in her blood like mom-adamantly insisted that you and your younger sister join her for the school dance. If Chae was one thing, it was persuasive. You wouldn’t have gone, after all, if she wasn’t going to use her saved up allowance money to buy you a new DS game. 

Besides, you had been wanting to wear your new summer dress for a while now. And it wasn’t going to hurt to see your friends one last time before the school year ended. 

Yuna, the youngest and 11 at the time, complained the entire car ride there. Chae knew the exact words to shut her up, sharing a look with you from the passenger seat before dramatically drawing out, “I just remembered who’s going to be there!”

Yuna narrowed her eyes at the headrest before her, causing you to stifle a laugh.

“That’s right! Ryu told me that Chenle was coming tonight!”

Yuna glared at you as you tried and failed to stop smiling. “Shut up,” She crossed her arms defiantly, “I don’t care if he’s going.”

You all knew perfectly well that Yuna was sporting major heart eyes for the boy who had recently moved in down the street with his family. Even your mom was hiding behind her smile in the driver seat.

“Leave her alone,” She said, though her tone suggested her scolding wasn’t serious. Chae’s methods worked though, as Yuna was silent the rest of the ride there, fiddling with her dress and hair. 

Inside the small gymnasium, you quickly wondered if a DS game was worth the stifling and humid air. The lights were flashing green and blue, and the air still smelled like sneakers and basketballs. And sweat. 

“Chae!” Yuna whined as your eldest sister forgot all about you two at the sight of her best friends. “She drives me crazy!”

“Tell me about it,” You told her, your eyes scanning the dark room. You couldn’t spot any of your friends, but you didn’t really want to walk through your sweaty peers. “I’m starting to wonder if a DS game was worth this!”

Yuna looked over at you, face shocked. “You’re getting a game out of this?”

Eventually, you and your sister got comfortable on the bleachers, playing hand games to pass the time. Soon, you got bored and quiet as you observed your classmates around you. For some reason, the darkness and loud music gave them the excuse to act like they were adults. 

“Do you see Jeno over there? He’s dancing so close to Ryujin! I didn’t even think that was allowed,” Yuna whispered, face flushed from the heat of the room. How was a school dance a good idea in May?

“Look,” You pointed at the chaperone beelining toward them, “They’re about to get yelled at.” You both broke into fits of laughter as your school’s P.E. teacher wiggled his arms dramatically, Ryujin quickly scattering away as Jeno tried to talk down his coach.

“Chae would get in so much trouble with mom if she did that,” Yuna shivered at the thought.

“She’s smarter than Ryu, though.”

“Is she, though?”

“Fair point.”

Then, something strange happened. One moment, you two were gossiping more than you should have been, the next there were two boys in front of you. 

Zhong Chenle was awkward and his haircut was one he usually hid under a beanie. Tonight, it was slicked back with gel, a red bowtie bright somehow in the dark room. But not as bright as his smile. Beside him was the neighbor who always liked to quietly watch you from his bedroom window, Park Jisung. 

Jisung was always quiet, even in class. Never speaking up unless prompted to by Mr. Harris. Yet, he was still one of Mr. Harris’ favorites. He was about the same height as Chenle back then, his presence less vibrant. Yet, you still noticed him. 

“You’re Y/N,” Chenle pointed a finger at you, then trailed it over to your sister, “And Yuna, right?”

Yuna gawked up at him, utterly floored by the presence of her crush. Not to mention, the fact that he was talking to her. Elbowing her, you smiled.

“Yes, that’s us.”

“I’m Chenle,” He reached his hand out to shake yours, always keeping that bright smile. His hand lingered on your sister’s, and you were slightly worried she was going to pass out. “This here is Jisung. I’m sure you’ve met him before.”

You nodded slightly, feeling his eyes on you. “We’re neighbors. And in the same class.”

“We just noticed you were sitting all alone and realized that hey, we’re the life of the party, and if we bring the party to you,” Chenle tapped his chin before shouting, “You won’t feel so alone anymore!”

You blinked at him. “Uhhhh-” Your eyes trailed to Jisung behind him then, his mouth urgently mouthing something to you as he frantically and subtly pointed at something. You realized what he was mouthing at the same time Chenle stuttered while talking to Yuna. 

He likes her, he mouthed at you. 

Smiling mischievously, you stretched your arms out like a cat waking up from a nap, “Yeah, I’m feeling pretty tired actually.”

“Me too,” Jisung mocked your fake yawn, taking a seat beside you. 

With a smile you could barely hide, you said, “But Yuna loves to dance. I always catch her dancing to Jesse McCartney late at night when she thinks we’re all asleep.”

“Y/N! Why would you-” Yuna, who looked mortified, quickly grew quiet when Chenle’s face brightened.

“I love Jesse McCartney,” Chenle’s smile was kind, sweet. As he and Yuna shared a moment, you realized that your sister’s dream was unravelling before you. All she needed was a chance. 

Soon, it was just you and Jisung. The silence was awkward, but you didn’t mind as you daydreamed about the new game you were going to get. Should you get Nintendogs? Everyone talks about it these days.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about her since the day I met him,” Jisung talked so quietly, you almost missed it. But something about his voice, as quiet as it was, you would still hear even if you were miles apart. Okay, that was dramatic but it was crazy you heard him in the first place.

“Same goes for Yuna. She wouldn’t move from the porch since the day he moved in.”

Jisung cracked a smile. “I always wondered why she would be out there all day.”

You played with the hem of your dress, side-eyeing the boy beside him. For the first time, you realized just how cute his face was. Shaking the thought away, you rose to your feet and hopped down each bleacher before reaching the bottom. Looking up at Jisung, you missed how he never stopped looking at you. “I heard there’s some leftover cookies. We gotta find them. You in?”

“As long as they’re not raisin or oatmeal.”

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Your third memory? You were fifteen and going through a romantic and contemporary book phase. Why was that special? Well, it meant that window seats weren’t romantic enough anymore and you needed the outdoors to immerse you in the experiences of Jane Austen. 

Chae had a secret boyfriend now- not so secret since your mom knew just about everything courtesy of Yuna’s big mouth, but Chae thought she was being sly. Now that she had a part-time job, her bribery with you was bigger and better, and free money had always been your biggest weakness. 

Which is why you were always stuck third-wheeling when you went to the park. Chae ignored your huffs and puffs as she cooed and kissed her boyfriend Renjun. Beneath the trees, as Darcy drew you in and the sounds of swings creaking became your background music, you could forget about the gross PDA your sister never spared you from. 

That was, until one day Chae got smacked in the face with a basketball. 

“What the f-” Renjun jumped to his feet as Chae held her nose, blood pouring from behind her hand. 

Your eyes were wide, book forgotten as you crouched near her. As you rummaged through your bag, then hers, a shaky voice gathered your attention.

“I-I’m so sorry. It banked off the headboard and went flying!” Eyes trailing up the Nike shoes, the red basketball shorts, the shirt too big for the boy before you, Jisung held his hands up in surrender as his face drowned in sweat and worry. 

“You think that makes it okay?” Renjun snapped, picking up the basketball then chucking it at Jisung. Jisung, unprepared, coughed at the impact with his chest. 

“Hey!” another boy, one you think was named Jaemin, appeared behind Jisung. Narrowing his eyes he said, “Watch it, Ren. It was just an accident.”

“He made my girlfriend bleed. You think I give a shit?”

“Oh, take a chill pill,” Your words came out cruel, but frankly Renjun was being more dramatic than Chae at this point. Renjun regarded you with disbelief, then barely concealed disgust before he noticed Jisung jogging away from them. “Hey! Hey where do you think you’re-”

Jaemin stepped in front of Renjun, his face stern. “I’m not going to tell you again to calm down.” As they began to argue, you pulled Chae’s hair from her face. “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. It just won’t stop bleeding.”

White flashed beside your face, and the both of you looked up. Trailing up the thin arm, your eyes found a bent over Jisung  holding a tissue out for her to take. His face, beyond embarrassed. Yet, he still bravely ignored the fuming boyfriend who was in the middle of being scolded. 

“I really am sorry.”

“I know, Jisung. I am too. For, you know,” Chae laughed, taking the tissue and standing up, shaking her head at Renjun before walking away to take care of herself. Jisung lingered, long after Renjun cursed at him and stormed after her, even after Jaemin retrieved the basketball and told him the others were waiting. 

Gathering you and Chae’s belongings, you practically bumped into him as you rose to your feet. “Oh, you’re still here,” his face falling made you backtrack quickly, “What I meant was, are you okay?”

A laugh broke from him, startling you. You had never heard him laugh. “I just hurt your sister and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “Well, I know how it feels to be singled out. Renjun had no right to treat you that way. Just between us, Chae should’ve dumped him a long time ago.” You started to walk away. Just as you took a few steps, you looked back at Jisung. 

Sweat lining his hair, face flushed from shame or from basketball you didn’t know. For the first time, you found yourself really looking at him. Seeing not just a neighbor you hardly know, but a boy whose laugh you wouldn’t mind hearing again. 

“Thanks again… Jisung.”

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Your fourth memory was when you were seventeen and Yuna fulfilled the prophecy of her and Chenle’s fated love. 

With their love came a bond of association with none other than Jisung. 

From one day to the next, Jisung became the young boy you caught glimpses of from your favorite window seat to sitting straight-backed on the sofa in your living room, just as silent as always.

Jisung didn’t suit your old-styled living room. He was bigger than this library haven. He was an entire book series, the longer you looked at him. A complete mystery except to those who opened him up.

When Yuna, Chenle, and Jisung casually chattered throughout the movie playing on the television, you found yourself re-reading the same paragraph of your current read over and over. 

Giving up in frustration, you peeked out from the top of the book just as Jisung quietly laughed at the comedy playing in the background. He had a nice laugh, one that softened his features. Now, he wore these round glasses that made him look super cute. 

Something funny happened in the movie again because Jisung smiled. You liked how he looked, like life was easy. He must’ve sensed your creepy staring because he looked over at you. Quickly,  you retreated back behind your book- but not before shooting him what you hoped was a charming smile. You think it was, because he shifted in his seat and quickly looked away.

As you flipped through your book, you wondered if this was the first time someone made you feel like your favorite fictional characters did. Maybe you understood how a real-life Augustus Waters would be.

When you were eighteen, you and Jisung had become good friends, so much that you forgot about all those hidden moments. Looking back on it, you couldn’t figure out who was responsible for one of the greatest people to fall into your life. Was it Chenle, for being best friends with Jisung all these years? Was it Yuna for finally working up the courage to confess her love to Chenle? Or was it you, for not being afraid to get to know him?

Every morning your senior year, Chenle honked his obnoxious car horn and waited for you and Yuna to come out. Jisung was waiting outside the car, always holding open the backdoor for you like he was your driver or something. 

Routinely, the two of you laughed over internet memes or showed each other a priceless YouTube video you watched the night before. When the two of you were too excited to wait, random midnight texts would spam each other’s phones, making the other smile too widely for a simple friendship.

He was a lot more eccentric than you thought he would be, and you loved that about him. Rambling about the anime he was watching, the latest song he learned how to play on his guitar made you smile whenever he spoke, or the endless thoughts in his mind that make him want to bust out his sketchbook and express “the wild concoctions of his mind”- his words, not yours. Anything he said, really, was like hearing your favorite song. 

You remembered telling him an embarrassing secret, that you always wanted to re-enact the scene from You Belong With Me since you two were neighbors. In the moment he hadn’t said anything, but that night, he had texted you to go to your favorite window seat, and when you did he was holding up a paper to his window. In big block leaders, he had written HI Y/N. I MISS YOU. Next to it, was a pretty good drawing of a cartoon version of himself waving at you. 

You didn’t know he could draw well.

It wasn’t long before you realized he wasn’t just a neighbor, or a friend. He wasn’t the love interest that you rolled your eyes at in your romance novels, or even Augustus Waters. He was the boy who was unafraid to be himself with you, and it made you feel like you could take on the world.

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Here you were now, looking back on all those fond memories of him and smiling to yourself. The two of you had come a long way, and it never occurred to you that Jisung would become a significant part of your life. One you never want to depart from.

It was a couple of weeks before graduation. After many hours of working up the courage, you found yourself quietly knocking on Jisung’s front door. His mom answered, never failing at shooting you knowing looks and sneaky smiles. 

Once Jisung appeared, he sat with you on his front porch. He never lost that quietness about him all these years, but what you gained is an attachment to it. You found yourself edging closer, constantly aching to be near. Your eyes trailed to your window, the one that lent your your first ever glimpses at the boy beside you. Oh, how far you’d come. 

His face was more mature and slimmer now, hair shorter and styled more. His clothes were more intentional, preppy one day and street the next. That was the great thing about him- he wasn’t someone you could pinpoint. Maybe that’s why with one flicker of a gaze, he could knock the breath from your lungs. 

You had come over to tell him how you feel. 

Why were you choking instead?

He was fiddling with the bracelet Chenle had bought him for one of his childhood birthdays. Bright colors, worn around the edges. You’d never seen him without it, now that you look back on it. You focused on that as you tried to calm your nerves. Think of something, anything. Maybe how the bracelet is quite similar to its owner. Jisung, a mix of all these colors that somehow become beautiful together. 

“Everything okay?” He asked casually, eyes trained ahead. 

“Yup.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Because you usually don’t do this. The last time you came to my house, you were just dropping off the textbook I left over at yours. You never come to visit.” Ouch. You hadn’t realized. You were too worried about looking like a stalker. When had you become the one peeping from the window instead of him?

“I just, uh, I missed you.” You wanted to cringe, not missing the shock that ran through Jisung’s face. He coughed audibly before adjusting in his seat, using a random stick to pick the rocks out of the bottom of his shoes and tossing them one by one.

“That’s cool,” He said, and now he was hiding his face. Great. In that next moment, he turned your world onto its side. “I heard Jaemin asked you out today.”

Like a video buffering, every prepared sentence you had went out the window. Blinking, you shook your head before stuttering, “Uh, yeah. Yeah, he did.” Tell him you’re not interested in Jaemin. Tell him.

“You two make a lovely couple.” Was that bitterness? Sarcasm? Was that… sincere? What was that supposed to mean?

“I think you’re misunderstanding,” You laughed forcibly, and you realized quickly it was a mistake as he regarded you with zero amusement. 

“He’s been wanting to date you since that day I made Chaeryeong’s nose bleed.”

Your face scrunched up, scoffing as you said, “I don’t even remember him being there.”

“That’s new. Most people don’t forget Jaemin’s presence.”

A moment, one breath of nerves, before you jumped. “I remember you that day.”

As you bravely looked him in the eye, you saw it in his face. You saw the understanding dawn on him, like a fishing line tugging. Jisung was never one for words. You read the message clear on his face, felt him comfortably relax as his body edged closer to you. 

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

On your eighteenth birthday, right in the middle of summer, Yuna was whispering your name in the darkness of your bedroom. 

“Y/N! Wake up!”

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

“Then why did you ignore me?”

“You tell me.” You complained when she smacked your leg before silently following her out into the dark hallway. “What’s up?”

“I know we already sang you happy birthday an hour ago, but there’s one last surprise I forgot to tell you about.”

“You’re lucky I was awake.”

She led you into the living room, where the moon offered seldom light from the windows facing Jisung’s house. Except, your eyes found a piece of paper resting on the window seat. 

Looking at your sister, you quietly walked over to the seat and picked it up. Flipping it over, your heart fooled you into thinking it was the middle of the day, the sun kissing your skin and your favorite book in your lap. It was a feeling of complete and utter bliss. 

It was a sketch drawing split into four pictures. The first picture is of a younger you, face focused and legs crossed, sun bathing you in light. Your hair was messy, your face amused, and you were sporting your favorite orange spaghetti strap you used to wear way too much when you were little. 

The second picture is you a little older now, face frustrated and fingers gripping your DS tightly. You didn’t remember ever playing the DS on the window seat. 

The third photo was one that looked most like you, curled up uncomfortably in the window seat as you took a nap. The last time you did that was at the beginning of high school, and you vowed to never do it again after waking with your entire body stiff. You still wore that same green hoodie.

The last photo is of you sitting on the middle school bleachers, that very summer dress you loved for years drawn perfectly. There are other people, a crowd that’s parted with you in the center of the drawing. Everyone else is drawn as shaded shadows, a glow and beauty to you that you never even noticed. You were smiling directly ahead, and you wonder if he pictured himself as the object of your affections. 

With a big smile, you perched yourself on the window seat, your hand spread on the window as you looked toward his bedroom window. You knew before you even saw him that Jisung would be waiting. His head in his hand, eyes hooded and drowsy. They widened as he spotted you.

Holding the gift to your heart, you blew him a kiss and hoped your expression conveyed how much you loved this present. His small smile was one of understanding. 

His silence always told you everything you needed to know.

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About a month later, it was the night before Jisung’s flight- the night before he moved and left for university. You were in bed, long after saying your goodbyes and wallowing in sadness. Heart heavy, you couldn’t sleep, not now, not when Jisung was so close yet so far. You weren’t going to cry, not because you didn’t want to but because it was ridiculous to act like he was gone already. 

All this time and you never told him how you felt. 

Shutting your thoughts off, you threw your blanket aside and left your room, pulling on your shoes and quietly leaving out the front door, heading toward the outside of your favorite side of the house. Surprisingly, his window was completely open, so you tried to whisper-shout his name to get his attention. Nothing happened. 

You huffed, looking around before spotting an old bouncy ball you and your sisters used to throw at each other when you were young. Taking a moment, you aimed the ball before chucking it at the window. It missed, bouncing off the windowsill and miraculously down on your side of the fence between your houses. Picking it up again, you aimed once more before chucking it as hard as you could. 

At that same moment, Jisung popped out from his window with a confused look. You covered your mouth and cursed loudly as the ball smacked him right in the face, his glasses flying off as his body fell back out of view.

“Jisung! Oh my gosh, Jisung!” You hissed, worried out of your mind. After a few beats, a highly unamused Jisung peeked out of the window. “I’m so sorry!”

Jisung rubbed at his face before pushing his glasses up his nose and nodding. “I guess I deserved that. ‘Sall good. What’s up?”

“I want to talk to you!”

“I’m kinda panicking right now. Not even close to finished packing and my flight is in a couple hours.”

“I can help!” You called, looking around before saying, “Please! Before I get caught out here!”

He stared at you for a moment, face too serious for your taste, before he nodded and called quietly, “Back door.”

It was weird, sneaking through Jisung’s dark house. Even weirder, how aggressive your heart was beating in your chest as he clasped your hand tightly to lead you up the stairs. In the safety of his room, you felt vulnerable. 

You had never been on the other side at night. This was the other perspective, the room he used to peek at you from, the one that housed the boy whose silence you’d grown to love. It was invasive. 

“Yeah, uh, it’s a mess right now.” You turned to him quietly, sweat building at your lower back. All you could was nod as you tried to find the courage. 

This boy had been this close to you since you were eight years old. Feet away. Even though you knew his silence, you were still trying to figure out how to break it. You got too comfortable and too attached to it. Too attached to him. 

Seeing how bare his room looked filled you with an unbearable sadness. What was life going to be like without him living next door? Not to mention hundreds of miles were going to be between you. Luck was on your side that he was going to a university only three hours away. Three hours too many, it seemed, since Jisung was struggling to meet your eyes. 

“Your room’s great.”

“Thanks.”

You sat in his desk chair as his bluetooth speaker played some band called MAD. Back when you had some classes together, he liked to make you laugh from across the room as he used to pretend to be the drummer of the band. You watched him as he quietly packed the large suitcase on the floor. His T-shirt sleeves were rolled up around his biceps, sporting his favorite sweats.

This was the Jisung she always knew and yet he wasn’t. 

He had somehow taken up all the space in her heart. 

The only time she had the heart to confess was the night before he moved away. 

A moment. Feeling nauseated, you braced yourself with a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak. Just as the words flew from your lips like skydivers racing to the ground, Jisung spoke as well. 

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“I can get you a drink if you’re thirsty.”

You both froze, his body twisting to look at you as you took up extra curiosity in the pencil box on his desk. 

“You what?” He gasped.

“I’m good. I drank some water before bed.” Did you just answer him? Squinting at the pencil box, you pushed it back and forth across the wood.

“Y/N.” You couldn’t look at him, eyes swimming suddenly in a wave of emotions. You heard his feet approach you before he was crouching down and slowly spinning the chair to face him. Like a child, you squeezed your eyes shut. 

Did he really ask you if you wanted something to drink? Just as you confessed your love for him?

“Y/N?” Your eyes were open but you couldn’t look at him. His head mimicked yours, tricking you into looking at him. You still couldn’t look him in the eye, opting for his chin. “Will you please look at me?”

Meeting his gaze, silence fell over you. One that you knew very well. The same silence that you originally thought separated you, but had brought you together over time. The silence he met you with when he first moved in, the silence behind two windows. It was in the silence that you realized just how important he was to you. 

With the easiest smile that Jisung solely owned, he told you how he felt.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you. Even before the times I watched you from the window like a creep. The day we moved in and your mom, your sisters and you came to welcome us, actually, was probably love. Even though I was eight, it was love for what I knew it to be. Yuna was little, she was shy and hiding behind your mom. Chaeryeong was giving me a no-nonsense look, as if she thought I was going to be trouble. But you…”

He swallowed, suddenly nervous. Your hand moved of its own accord, shyly resting on his shoulder. Taking a breath of bravery, he continued.

“You were my fairy,” He laughed to himself, “Back then, my mom used to read me a lot of fantasy books. All of my favorites had to do with fairies. Because they were both magical and beautiful, and that’s what I thought fantasy should be. And when I saw you? I thought fairies actually existed at that moment.”

“I would say you’re my Peter Pan, but him and Tinkerbell don’t end up together.”

He smiled, his hands taking yours in his own before he looked up into your eyes once more. “You’re better than Tinkerbell. Even better than Fawn.”

“You know the other fairy names?”

“What can I say? I loved Pixie Hollow.”

“I was more of a Club Penguin girl.”

“Who wasn’t?” 

And because you couldn’t wait any longer, you pushed back the seat and crouched down in front of him as well, just so you were nearly eye level. He was quiet, his silence showing his understanding of what this all meant. 

“Jisung?” You whispered, arms sliding around his neck. 

“Mhm?”

“Is it alright if I kiss you?”

“You’re more than welcome.”

This time, when the silence fell around them, it was to declare your love. His lips were cold, soft, but shy. You took the lead and he followed, his hands unsure but gaining confidence as he hugged you to him. 

When you pulled away, every single book you loved was reflected in his gaze. 

That was the thing about guys like Jisung. They reminded you of the worlds you visited but wiped the slate clean at the same time, proving you had your own story to tell. 

Was there ever going to be another novel that would make you feel like you did in this moment?

“I think I’ll have something to drink now.”

He stood, a smile pulling at his lips. As he approached the door, he looked back at you and mirrored you from moments before. “I’m in love with you too.”

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

Jisung was fifteen when he realized how the circle of people you trust has to be few and far between. What was sad was he realized this because of his good friends. 

“That wasn’t a foul, asshole, that was a clean steal,” Jeno stood with the basketball tucked under one arm, the other pointing accusingly as Chenle argued with him. Chenle, who was irritable from the sun and from relationship problems with Yuna, wasn’t backing down. 

“It was dirty and you know it,” Jeno barked.

Jaemin clapped once and held out his hands to Jeno, exclaiming, “Okay guys, that’s enough. This is fun, remember? Shouldn’t be whining and complaining about one shot. He gets the point, Jeno, cool?”

Jeno rolled his eyes before checking the ball to Chenle, grumbling, “Whatever.”

As Jaemin went on defense for Jisung, he surprised everyone by his random questions to lighten the mood. Soon, they were back to joking and messing around with one another. Jeno even gave props for Chenle at one point when he stole the ball. 

“Did you hear Jeno and Ryujin broke up? Again?” Jaemin snickered, watching Jisung closely as he waited for a chance to juke him. Bouncing the ball behind his back, then between his legs, Jisung watched him having played him plenty of times before. If anyone knew his tricks, it was Jisung. 

“Sorry to hear that, man,” Chenle said.

Jeno waved his hand. “It’s whatever. Not surprised she’s done with my ass. I forgot it was her birthday. Again.”

Jisung shook his head, and Chenle said, “Dang, then it really is your fault.”

“Never said it wasn’t,” Jeno snapped, breaking out of Chenle’s defense and finding an opening for the pass. Jeno proceeded to pull off an effortless hook shot. 

“Besides, he has his eyes set on someone new already,” Jaemin teased, always something dark hidden in the brightness of his irises.

Jeno glared at him. “Oh yeah? And you’re so innocent right? Why are you putting me on blast?”

“I know I’m not an angel. You just pretend you are and I think it’s hilarious” Jaemin grinned proudly, checking the ball with Jisung before quickly taking a three point shot, sinking it perfectly. “What about you, Jisung? Any apple of your eye?”

“Oh, he’s more sprung than I am with Yuna,” Chenle cackled, silenced by themurderous look from Jisung. Jisung was never one to be vocal about his personal feelings.

Why? Because he hated that look of curiosity forming on Jaemin’s face. 

“Oh? And who has my little friend’s heart?”

“None of your business,” Jisung grumbled, causing Jaemin’s head to fall back as he laughed. Jisung took the opportunity to steal the ball, sprinting for his side of the court. Jeno was too fast, quick on defense. 

“Come on, Ji. I promise I won’t judge,” Jaemin poked. He knew Jaemin all too well, his friend being well known for stealing his friends’ girls from right under their noses. It was all a game to him. 

He refused to give in. 

After five minutes of being murdered on the court, Jisung was hot and seething. His head wasn’t on straight, his thoughts unclear. It didn’t help that you were in clear view from this position, lounging beneath a tree and reading to your heart’s desire.

It was fate that the girl of his dreams was here the day he was pestered to let his friends know of your existence. 

As he prepared for the three pointer, getting a look at Jaemin’s stupid smug face, he was struck with a moment of peace. Because if he didn't have a chance with you, Jaemin sure didn’t. And that right there filled him with a joy he couldn’t understand.

“You see Y/N over there?” He motioned with his head, all the boys glancing at you before finding him again. Jaemin narrowed his eyes at the boy. 

Jisung dribbled the ball, his heart swelling with pride as he confessed, “That’s the girl I’m going to marry someday.” As he watched the ball soar, he realized that was the first time he had ever expressed just how deep his love for you goes. Maybe you didn’t see him, maybe you never would, but for him you were all that he needed. 

His moment of sentiment ended as the ball smashed into the headboard, flying in the direction of the topic of conversation, his heart plummeting in fear. 

His thoughts of marriage, of you, of his fears, they all faded as he ran toward you. Seeing the blood on your sister’s face, he realized you may never fall for him the way he had for you.

“What the f-”

“I-I’m so sorry. It banked off the headboard and went flying!”