#First-Class Firdays

[thundermoon69]

Hollywood art's is the school I went too

My talent is sining , dancing, acting my sisters are Trina and tori vega my name is y/n marie vega

My best friend is jade west my fremenie is beck oliver my guy best friend is andre Harris.

"You pass the brid sence" exclaimed Sikowitz too tori after she went off about how she didn't care if anyone liked her performance I simply rolled my eye's Beck nudge me and I smirked

"Look I'm trying too teach you kids about the meaning of acting. You can't please everyone around you with your work the brid sence the improve is too teach you different kinds of situations were you might be place in and the outsider don't have too nesscary like it but you as an artist enjoyed and feel accomplished with it no matter the outcome." He says and. Everyone just listen too him

"Tori go take a seat" She nods and sit by cat

The bell rang "ahh, hold up cat, tori, andre, beck, robbie, jade y/n stay back. Rest of you may leave"

The rest of the class left we all looked confused "why you boot everyone out?" Cat question Sikowitz shurgs"they never do anything they just make facial expression but never speak. But anyways since yall not taking acting seriously I'm gonna pair you up with a partner and you'd have too pick a sence too do by firday."

My mouth drop so about everyone eles "I never say it was stupid" I said about too walk out of class but beck drug me back into it I pull off him

So who's getting paired with who?" Jade asked

"Ah, glad you asked

Andre and cat

Robbie tori and jade

And y/n beck

Now this count as half of your grades

"What I'm not working with him please kill me" I asked turning towards who just smiled at me

"want your death slow or fast" she asked

"Fast push me off a buliding "

"No one killing anyone" beck says she laughed and went with her group I huff annoyed

"Can't I be parnter with cat and andre and beck worked together?" I asked Sikowitz

"Now don't be such a gank y/n the penal is final no questions have your play ready by firday."

I groan sighed eye beck as he had a smirk on his face "shut it oliver"

He just chuckles we all went too lunch beck fellow me "so we're are we doing the play at my place or your's? " I shurg "figure my place will be pack so yours?" He nods "Alright well we will start after school."

"Whatever" I rolled my eyes and grab my salad payed for it we sat down

"So what are you guys planning on doing?"

I shurg" guess we figure it out tonight " I said too tori

"Oh were doing the sence from grease I play as sindy and andre as Danny" She said happy

I chuckled "so the last part?"

I asked beck sat by me I pushed him away while

Cat nodded happylily jade laughed

"We'll were doing a sence from mean girl's tori here gonna play as Katie the Lousy kangaroo" I chuckled

"Ha she set you up" Rex said witch made me laugh even harder beck just glare at me.

"Something wrong with your sister" he says too tori

"I know think it's cause my mother drop her when she was a baby"

"Shut it both of you"

I finish my food it was a half a day so school was out now I went towards my locker and rolled my eyes when I saw beck "

What?" I asked

" will we did schedule too do our project at my house."

"Right remind me why I decided that?"

"Cause it's a huge part of our grade"

I close my locker turn towards him "right"

I said and I fellow him towards his car and we drove too his rv

He opens the door and invites me in

I looked around as I drop my bag

"So, this is what the inside of your place look like?"

He raised his eyes looking at me "is it that bad?"

I shurg "no just plain I was thinking if I ever went too your place there be like bloody knifes haning on the wall naked pictures of porn stars you know"

He smirks sitting down by me with a shurg

"Well your the first girl I've invited if that says anything"

He says trying too be funny I rolled my eye's

"So explain this why you have an rv parked in your parents driveway?"

He shurgs "well they said if I live under there roof I fellow by there rules so after alot of talking and explaining what I wanted too my parents they agree

So this is my house my rules. Plus it teaches me how too be responsible " He qouted the last part sarcastically I snicker as

I nodded not gonna lie it was smart I gave him credit

"so what are we doing for the play?"

I asked him taking my coumpture out placing it on his desk.

" I really don't know I was wanting too do grease the last sence but cat and andre are doing that" He plays with his fingers guessing he was nervous

"Will I really don't know what shows you like so that makes it harder" I nodded in agreement

"Will we can do a sence from once upon a time, twisted , or a sence from fast and ferrios? "

He smirks " you watch twisted "Yeah it was a good show and the ending had me mad "

"Why?"

"Cause they cut it off too the good part"

"Are you bypassing the part that I was in it"

I shurg "I didn't pay that no mind

He throws his hands up in the air "We'll we can't do twisted I'm in there."

I sighed defeated

"This is crazy gotta come up with a play by firday and we havnt have one ideal."

"Okay will it has too be pg right?"

I nodded

"Okay so why don't we start from there

Why not do Romo and juliet?"

I scoff "that'd more for star-crossed lovers and I am not doing that with you."

"Come on it'll be perfect and plus it'll be just acting "

I stare at him

"Nope not doing it."

He sighs and look at his phone he had a smirk on his face and put his phone away.

"Okay will start by getting too know each other and see what play will be good " He states I

"Don't wanna know you bad enough I'm forced too have too do this play with you and I'm talking with you plus I pretty much have you figured out "

He had an amused look on his face

"Really? Okay lets here it"

"Ok so your favorite color is blue. Your birthday is Oct 19 , your into cars and motorcycle you have a brother on. The way and oh my favorite is that your a playboy basically after any girl you see."

He scoff "Alright the rest was right expect that one. How am I a playboy"

"Beacuse you let every gril flrit with you and it's disgusting "

"So you don't like me cause of that?"

"No I don't like you beacuse I have my reasons"

"Ok name one girl I go after

"Tori"

"Eh no she is annoying I just deal with her"

"Oh please I see the way you are with her"

Quite frankly I was getting annoyed with this conversation we were supposed too be talking about the play

"Alright so not tori but what about jade?"

"Jades my cousin so no"

"Cat? Your over protection of her"

"No I'm not saying that's secert. What about you?"

I laughed almost fall out the chair "is it robbie "

"Gross ew"

"Andre you and him are close"

"Funny but no he's more like my brother."

He nods softly

"Daniel? The guy who plays football."

"He's a player"

He nodded I was wondering what he was Getting at

"We'll I know it's not me"

I smirk little does he know it was in fact him but I wasn't saying nothing. I put my things in my bag and headed for the door but he walked in front of it

"We're you going?"

" I'm done were not getting nothing done expect bullshiting around"

"I'm sorry, I was jut trying too get too know you better that way we can try and figure out what play too do."

"By asking who my crush is?"

He looks at me "I won't ask again I promise. And I don't break my promise."

He states as he smiled softly I sigh and place my bags down

"We can do Romo and juliet" he got happy when I said that.

-----------<time skips>

"We'll I guess I should head out." I said putting my bag over my shoulders we've rehearse the sence and it was actually perfect

I was impress "it's 10 at night. If you want you can sleep over here. I'll take the floor."

"I can drive home. I'm not gonna have you sleep on the Floor beck."

For the first time we actually got along it felt great not fighting but had too push my feelings aside.

" it's too late too drive. I don't mind sleeping on. The floor."

I sighed in defeated and agree we order take out and binge watch the supernatural.

"God Sammy so hot I love a guy with long hair and plays as the bad boy type but also have a heart."

That made beck shift in his spot I smirked "he's a wanna be bad boy" he mutter

"But he has hunting skills"

He scoff " its a fake"

I just shurged time pass it was morning time I woke up and groan at the time shouldn't have stay up late I seen beck was alreadly up

"How long you been up?" I asked He shurg looking at his phone

"Since five same time I usually wake up"

I nodded "you mind if I take a quick shower?"

"Sure, jade brought over some clothes last night for you left it with my mom ill go get it from her there's towels on the stand." I nodded

"Thanks."

Once I got out the shower I pull my brush out of my bag and brush my hair I decided too leave it down and put my clothes on I walked out and beck turn and look at me.

"You should leave your hair down more often."

I smirked he hands me a cup of coffee and too my surprise he made my coffee right we grab our thing's and headed to school

We walk in together we gotten a few stars but push them away and went towards our locker.

"Hey!" Cat says sweetly "hi"

"Did you figure out what your doing for the play?" She asked

"Yes but I'm not saying nothing"

She pouted

<Beck pov>

Andre and robbie came up too me with a smile on there face I raised my eyes confused "so how it go?"

I shurg knowing they were talking about y/n and I hanging out. It was werid but we actually gotten along it felt good but I was wondering how long it would last.

"We'll we know what we're doing for the play"

Andre smirks "hey do you know her crush? We were talking about it last night but she wouldn't say."

"Her say anything too you that's a laugh" Rex says I just rolled my eye's. And look at robbie and andre

"Come on your her best friend"

Andre put his hands up "I like too keep it that way"

"If I tell she'll kill me."

Jade walk up "what we talking about" She asked amused.

"He wanting too know who y/n crush is "

She laughed "do you know" she nodded her her "yes I know but I think you should figure that out yourself."

Tori pulls me in the janitors closet I huff annoyed "what?"

I asked questionly what was she up too now

She just smiled at me "I herd you trying too figure out y/n crush"

I shurg " I can tell you"

I raised my eyes "its you. How can you not know that"

My eye's widen but I wasn't suprised I knew it was me the way she was talking about Sam Winchester

"Why did you just tell me?"

"Beacuse I'm her sister and I owe her some revenge from last time."

<yn pov>

I was ferrous Can't belive that bitch told I found out from jade. So now I was hunting my sister down I pulled her into the janitors closet "why did you tell him!"

I yelled at her "I trusted you but you can't keep your damn mouth shut no wonder why you gotta act the way you do cause when your being you your fucking worthless all you can do is fuck up somebody eles life's cause you got none." She looked at me suprise she should no not too piss me off.

"Do you not no what you've done? Or was it your plan all along. I should punch you in the face."

Just then jade and beck came in I roll my eyes great just the person I wanted too see.

" I should use this and kill you" I said holding up the tissue paper at her she looked confused

"How you gonna kill me with that?"

"I've been in jail should we test it out?"

I question I launch at her beck and jade hold me back "easy tiger why don't you leave us time too talk" Beck says too tori she had her hands up in defense

"Gladly" and she and the rest left

Beck looked at me and I looked down "why couldn't you drop it? Why you had too ask you broke your promise"

He gave me a sad look and lift my chin up

"I tenceally I didn't you told me not too ask you about it."

I sigh softly "why are you here anyways"

"First let's put the sessiors away" He said slowly I glare at him"come on let me have them"

I sighed handed it too him he place it in his bag

Move my hair out of my face" so wanna talk?"

He asked me "not really" I pouted he smirk

"Then will you let me talk?"

I shurg "your talking now"

He glare at me and we sat down "were going to be lat-" He cut me off by smashing his lips on me I hasstited at first but slowly melt into his kiss it felt warm against my lips he bites me lips I let out a soft moan as he warp his arms around me. All my worries for that time was gone it was just him and I

He pulled away witch cause me too pout he smirks

"I like you y/n and I've known it for a while "

"No you didnt"

He nods his head" yes, that night at jades party and you were kinda drunk you told me that you liked me when we were in my car I was driving you home cause you and tori had a fight.

But I wanted you too tell me that when you were sober but you never did so I just let it go."

My eye's went wide I didn't even remember that it happen over a year ago he offer too drive me home and I was so obvious but I was defensive cause I did had a headache but that's about all I remember and then him and I went back too hating each other witch made since

"Why didnt you never talk too me about it?"

He shurgs "will I was very certain that it was just you being drunk and that we would go back too hating each other. Witch we did I didntlike it but it had too happen that way."

I looked down embarrassed "We'll we are talking about it now."

He nods lifting my head up" will you like too be my girlfriend?"

I smiled looking into his chocolate eyes and nodded

"Thought you never asked oliver."

He rolled his eyes and place his lips on mines I return the passion kiss he smiled and pull back "so is that a yes?"

I nodded "yeah"

We gotten up and he held my hands he open the door and the whole gang fall I rolled my eyes "We're you guys esdroping? "

"Umm"

"Maybe" Jade says as they all gotten up

"You guys are together!" Cat cheers

"Beck grown some balls" Rex say

Witch made jade and cat laugh

"Guys Sikowitz looking for all of you"

Tori says as she stands in the middle of the hallway we groan and walked towards clasd

"Late

Late and late"

Sikowitz said quite made

"Explain why" he says scrolling me jade and beck I bit my lips

"They got together" Jade says as she sat down Sikowitz smirk "well my plan worked."

Jade just laugh me and beck looked confused but shurg it away.

Everyone did there sence

It was mine and becks turn.

We gotten up on stage

"PAGE

Sikowitz dim the lights beck and i made our way too the stage and by each other .

JULIET

O comfortable friar! where is my lord?

I do remember well where I should be,

And there I am. Where is my Romeo?

(Noise within)

FRIAR LAURENCE

I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest

Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:

A greater power than we can contradict

Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.

Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;

And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee

Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:

Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;

Come, go, good Juliet,

(Noise again)

I dare no longer stay.

JULIET

Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.

(Exit FRIAR LAURENCE)

What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?

Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:

O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop

To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;

Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,

To make die with a restorative.

(Kisses him)

Thy lips are warm.

First Watchman

[Within] Lead, boy: which way?

JULIET

Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!

(Snatching ROMEO's dagger)

This is thy sheath;

(Stabs herself)

there rust, and let me die.

(Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies)

We both bow and everyone claps jade smirks as she seen Sikowitz "don't tell me you were gonna cry?"

"Baby " Rex mutters tori cat and andre laughs

"No I wasn't crying. But probably the best performance of Romo and juliet. Good job you too. Now go take a seat."

I smiled so did beck we went and sit by jade "nice job" she says I gasp "is jade being nice?"

Beck smirks "Oh shut it." She says and I lean my head on beck shoulders he place his hands I mines so yeah today ended pretty good.

[jakaltimes]

FIRST-CLASS FRIDAYS: DRUID

Hi all, welcome to First-Class Fridays. This series will be my review of each basic D&D Fifth Edition player class. I will stress this is an ANALYSIS of this class, not a textbook recounting. Please consult your friendly neighborhood Player’s Handbook for more clarification.

STATS Let’s break down how the 6 stats relate to the Druid:

STRENGTH

Secondary Attack Stat

DEXTERITY

Primary Attack Stat

Secondary Attack Stat

CONSTITUTION

Average HP at d8

INTELLIGENCE

Saving Throw Proficiency

3/8 skills use this

WISDOM

Spellcasting Stat

Saving Throw Proficiency

Required Skill for multiclassing

5/8 skills use this

CHARISMA

Not really that much...

STARTING OUT

You start out with a (very specific) list of weapons: clubs, daggers, darts, javelins, maces, quarterstaffs, scimitars, sickles, slings, spears. You can normally only wield armor and shields which are not metal. You gain these armor skills (?) if you multiclass.

You get proficiency in Herbalism! You only get this if you begin as a druid

Your opening kit guarantees a weapon & shield, leathers, an outdoors backpack, and a druid focus. You can reject this loot in favor of an average of 50 GP.

At level 1, you get the following stuff:

DRUIDIC

A Language you most often will not use

SPELLCASTING

You can cast Cantrips for free

You can cast spells using Spell Slots

You technically know ALL DRUID SPELLS

You can pick your spells to cast each day

You can cast Rituals

You use a druid focus to cast spells

LEVELING UP Basic stuff

You get 5 Ability Score Improvements: 4th, 8th, 12th, 16th, and 19th levels

You learn new spell levels at 3rd, 5th, 7th, 9th, 11th, 13th, 15th, and 17th levels

Druid Circle (Subclass) starts at 2nd level and upgrades at 6th, 10th, and 14th levels

Level 2

WILD SHAPE

Shape-shift into BEAST!

You get to do this twice between rests, for a number of hours equal to half your druid level

Keep you “metal” stats while in Beast Mode

Gain the HP and Hit Die of your Beast, but any excess damage eats into your original HP

You can’t cast spells while in Beast Mode, but ongoing spells you cast prior to Beast Mode linger

You retain Class or Race abilities while in Beast Mode only if you can justify them

You Beastie attacks don’t count as weapon attacks

Start at 1/4 CR max

Upgrade to 1/2 CR max and get Swimming beasts at 4th Level

Upgrade to 1 CR max and get Flying beasts at 8th Level

Level 18

Your character will live to see everyone else die

You can cast spells while in Beast Mode

MAX LEVEL

You can shape-shift as often as you want

DRUID CIRCLES

LAND

2) Pick one of 8 Habitats for Extra Spells

2) +1 Druid Cantrips

2) Gain back some low-level spell slots each short rest

6) Move freely through difficult terrain and advantage against plants grabbing you

10) Immune to Elemental or Fey mind attacks, as well as getting sick

14) Beasts and plants don’t want to attack you

MOON

2) Wild Shape AS A BONUS ACTION 2) Spend spell slots in Beast Mode to heal yourself!! 2) Wild Shape Max CR becomes 1 6) Max Beast CR becomes 3, and your Beastie attacks become magical 10) Spend 2 Wild Shapes to turn into an Elemental! 14) ALTER SELF

SHEPARD (XANATHAR)

2) Learn the language of Beasts and Fey! 2) Summon a Spirit Animal to help you

BEAR: Gives Temp HP and Advantage to Strength

HAWK: Gives advantage to attacks, as well as Perception

Unicorn: Gives invisibility detection, and heals extra allies from your spells

6) Animals you summon with spells are tougher and have magic attacks 10) Your Spirit Animals heal your allies 14) When you drop to 0, you get 4 Beast Body Guards

DREAMS (XANATHAR)

2) Pool of d6 equal to your Druid Level 2) Spend up to half these dice to heal your allies 2) Channel Divinity: Charm beasts and plants 6) Create a bubble around your friends while you sleep which hides you and makes it easier for you to spot danger 10) Teleport yourself or an ally while in battle 17) DREAM, SCRYING, TELEPORTATION CIRCLE. The teleport sends you back to your last resting place.

[biderboy]

Was It Her? || J. P

a/n - this is angsty god i’m sorry i was in a bad mood

-

things weren’t going great between you and james. not the way they used to.

you used to be able to walk the halls, wide smiles on both of your faces. you used to hold hands and dance through the common room, you used to be able to confidently say he looked at you like you put the stars in the sky.

it wasn’t quite the same anymore.

james wouldn’t meet your eyes in charms class, he would let go of your hand in the halls, he’d go to bed early on saturday nights. it was different, like he was closed off, distant.

you didn’t know what it was, well, not until one fateful saturday morning.

tthe firday nighr before was long, study filled and absolutely exhausting. yet, you were looking forward to saturday, a free day that james promised you he’d spend by your side.

he had left early the night before, claiming one of the boys needed help, and as one to respect their friendship, you didn’t bother asking, simply went on with studying until late night.

now that you think about it, you’d sure seen a certain red head giggling later that night too, but never thought much of it.

you wish you had.

james was late, it was fine. but standing in the common room alone was a bit embarrassing, especially since you’d been there for a good 30 minutes now.

sirius came up to you, an almost sullenly look in his eyes. you sighed, turning towards him.

“y/n,,,he’s upstairs in the dorm.” you nodded, a small thanks escaping your lips.

this is the 4 time this month he’d missed your dates, to hell if he thought you were just going to let him get away with it.

you’d been so confident when you walked in, but then, seeing him on his bed, trying to button up his dark red shirt, you faltered a bit.

you loved him.

he smiled, a small goofy smile, one reserved for you.

you really really loved him.

you let him pull you into his arms, and laughed as he buried his face in your neck. it was fine, things were going to be fine.

until you saw the shirt thrown carelessly on his pillows.

you normally wouldn’t think twice of it, sirius had a serious problem with throwing his clothes wherever, but it wasn’t sirius’.

“james? who’s shirt is that?” you asked, already reaching to hold it up.

“oh! nobody! i just found it!”

he’d always been a terrible liar.

the shirt, a girls shirt. small, long sleeved, and if you looked closely enough, which even if you wanted to or not you saw it, a strand of bright red hair.

oh.

“please stop lying to me james.”

“i’m not lyin-“

“cut the crap potter, just tell me who’s it is. why it’s here. don’t lie, i’m tired of the lies.” you were exhausted, like deep down you knew it would come to this, but you didn’t want to believe it.

“look y/n, it’s just some girl sirius had over, um hannah or something.” he had the nerve to look at his lap while he lied, you had to give it to him.

“james.”

“y/n.”

“when you lie, you tend to mess with your left ring finger.” he stopped as he was caught, face turning red.

“just tell me, no lies okay?” you sighed, “was it her?”

and because james always knew, he always knew. he atleast looked quilty when he whispered,

“yeah”

you bit your lip, refusing to let the tears fill your eyes, let alone fall.

you were expecting this. james was always fond of lily, the way he looked at her, even before you were dating, it’s as if they were meant to be. he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing the world created, and honestly? she was.

it was fine, you told yourself, they looked good together. they, were good together. what you and james had was just a highschool fling, just being at the right place at the right time, until eventually one had to leave.

that didn’t make it hurt any less. no, it felt like you heart dropped in your stomache and you felt like the stars were ripped one by one from the sky.

you couldn’t look at him. he tried to to talk, you could vaguely hear him speak but the words sounded mixed in your head.

you turned, pulling your wrist from his grasp, dropping the shirt on the bed.

it was fine. you were fine.

“it’s fine james, really. go be happy with her!”

and you left.

you walked down the stairs and into the common room, you didn’t bother going to your own dorm, not wanting to deal with whatever questions your dorm mates might have.

you sat down, hands shaking as you pulled them to your chest, hand brushing over the necklace he got you for your anniversary.

you smiled bitterly, grasping the necklace. it was a small version of a snitch, handcrafted by the boy himself, the smile he gave you when you first outfit on almsot blinded you, but you reckon that memory was a bit tainted now.

as all of them were.

they all flashed with red hair and small smiles now.

you pulled the necklace from your neck, throwing it directly into the fire before you. finally, letting the tears fall as you watched it burned.

you felt someone sit next to you, and pull you agaisnt their chest, they whispered softly in your ear but you don’t bother hearing it.

you noticed a flash of red and black leaving the common room.

it was always her, wasn’t it?

[extravaguk]

santa&prada

part of my opposites attract! series. 

ksj / knj / myg / jhs / kth / jjk

pairing: rich!jimin x reader

summary: Yeah, Park Jimin most likely didn't even realize he was being a rude and disrespectful son of a bitch.

wordcount: 5k

genre: smut - angst(? - fluff (? idk u tell me

rated: m 

warnings: a christmas fic in late november, cursing, a huge misunderstanding lmao, i call jimin ‘park jimin’ too many times bc i felt like it, car sex, oral (f recieving), some good ole spanking, (kinda) rough and unprotected sex, a lil of dirty talk, spit kink. thats about it. just an excuse to write jimin fucking you in a car. jimin is not as bad as oc thinks srsly.

The first time you meet Park Jimin is through mutual friends. On a firday night on December, with white, red and green lights decorating the streets of New York, filled with the typical hustle of the masses doing last minute Christmas shopping, the freezing weather impacting your body temperature, cursing yourself for choosing tights, a skirt and heeled boots that are too pretty but too uncomfortable to wear.

You had never considered yourself a particular enthusiast of Christmas festivities. You guess discovering Santa Claus was, actually, your parents before the rest of the kids in your class was one of the many reasons that made you grow up too soon and therefore, not allowing you to fully enjoy the month of December. Or maybe it had nothing to do with Santa, and more to do with your parents deciding to get a divorce a day before Christmas Eve. A traumatic event for seven year old you, but completely forgotten and overcome by twenty-four year old present you.

Growing up each Christmas suffering the consecuences of a shared custody would have probably had a disastrous effect on anybody else, but not you. Although the separation was a tough reality to accept at first, fortunately your parents were always capable of raising you in an environment full of love and affection, just like any other kid. And you prided yourself on having moved on from those circumstances a long time ago (even if your therapist disagreed and blamed many of your behaviors on it. Whatever.)

To put it simply, December was just not the month for you. It was just another month, like the remaining eleven of the year, except Mariah Carey's voice was heard every five minutes everywhere you'd go and people gave each other presents as if it was only during that time of the year when they remembered their loved ones. 

The only thing you could thank Christmas for were the well deserved two weeks of holidays our work allowed until the new year's arrival. Fifteen days of rest, peace and baking those gingerbread cookies that Seokjin died for and that you sincerely denoted as nauseating.

You truly had no idea what exactly you did wrong that night. You don't know if it was something you said, or something you did, but what you did know was that Park Jimin pursued a silent and personal vendetta against you that continued nowadays.

"Here are your disgusting cookies, you filthy animal." it might have been that very first sentence you said when you entered the bar and reunited with your friends that didn't cause a good impression. "Shit, it's cold as fuck. My nipples are harder than my life." or maybe it was your selection of words while you waved every familiar face hello until you stopped to look at the only (pretty. too pretty, as well) one you had never seen before.

"_____, it's Chrismtas! Santa Clause will only bring you a lump of coal if you keep cursing like that!" Lisa laughed while she kissed your cheek and made space for you to sit next to her. "Oh, by the way, this is Jimin. A friend of Namjoon. He's a newbie!"

Park Jimin was stunning, you had no trouble admitting that. You weren't blind, you weren't stupid, and you could go as far as theorize that his dark eyes, his light and always immaculate styled hair, his sharp jawline and those plump lips as red as cherries must have been sculpted by Satan himself.

Fuck, you were even sure you'd be on your knees in front of Park Jimin in an alternative universe begging for his dick inside your mouth. But in the universe where you and the real Park Jimin reside, he would never come near you unless somebody was aiming a gun into his skull.

You're not precisely sure what it was, but a brief exchange of glances and an evasive and sligh shake of hands with Park Jimin was enough to make you feel ashamed and withdrawn for the rest of the night.

If Jimin wasn't even able to drop a polite "Nice to meet you", he sure as hell wasn't able to pretend you even existed.

Even the small talk you had tried to engaged with him about his shiny pair of shoes went terribly wrong.

"Oh, are those Dolce and Gabbana?"

"Dolce and Gabbana are homphobic, racist and sexist, so no" the grimace on his face should've been enough to make you regret speaking to him in the first place , but the snarky voice of his made you want to run away and hide from him until next Christmas.

In reality, you swore you didn't care. Seriously. Other's opinions were never something that could easily bother you or keep you awake at night. You had always turned a deaf ear to the cruel children that made fun of you due to your parent's divorce, you had always ignored the amount of men that never considered you "ladylike" enough (what the fuck did that even mean, anyway? what exactly made a lady and what didn't?), and you had always disregarded any envous comment surrounding you.

So, fuck Park Jimin! You had said to yourself. He's just a well mannered rich boy. Somebody who didn't resemble you in any aspect. A stupid, pretentious, spoiled boy who's had everything he's ever wanted in the palm of his hand, unlike you. Who the fuck cares what Park Jimin thinks? 

But apparently, you did. 

You would have never placed such importance to whatever it was that roamed inside Jimin's head if his appearances in your group of friends hadn't been so recurrent.

Because each time you were forced to see Jimin's face, you were also forced to experience a strange knot of discomfort and humilliation growing in your stomach in his mere presence. It's not like Jimin did anything specific to make you feel that way. He might not even do it on purpose, or his intentions might not be entirely evil. Maybe he simply didn't realize how he always avoided being by your side like the plague, or how his body immediately tensed and he balled his hands into fists everytime you were less than two feet away from him, or how he would look at you from the corner of his eye everytime you decided you speak, almost as if he was waiting for you to shut up to finally let out the air he was containing inside his lungs in relief.

Yeah, Park Jimin most likely didn't even realize he was being a rude and disrespectful son of a bitch.

And with time, you couldn't help but attribute that disdain and hostility that Park Jimin always directed at you to the many undeniable differences that constituted each of you. Park Jimin, with his impeccable and always well ironed Prada shirts, his spotless trousers, jewelry that probably costed more than three of your annual salaries, and always emanating that Givenchy fragance that screamed "wealth!" every rare occasion you could experiment his presence next to you. Exactly two years after that first meeting with Park Jimin, you hadn't been able to avoid reciprocating that feeling of contempt towards him. Not when you were the only victim of his arrogance. Everybody loved Park Jimin, and Park Jimin loved everyone. 

Except you.

Clinging to your glass of Don Pérignon and finishing the rest of the liquid in one go, you try to snap out of your own thoughts, reminding yourself to return to the conversation you're currently having with Taehyung about a pretty waitress that he's met during one of his art exhibitions (or at least that's what you think you caught him say) and forcing yourself by all means to stop observing the friendly and kind smiles that Park Jimin was shooting to those present from across the room and that you will never be able to achieve. 

"_____? Are you even listening to me, darling?" Taehyung's voice is what makes you finally look away from the dumb blond standing on the opposite side of the room, blinking a few times before clearing your throat. 

"Sorry, Tae." letting out a sigh, you try to brush back and put in place the strand of hair that escaped the intricate hairdo you had tried and so miserably failed to do yourself to try to fit in and hopefully impress such environment of preppy and privilaged people (ahem, Park Jimin)  falling on your forehead as best as you can. "Just been really stressed this week and I'm on another planet. You know how I feel about Christmas. I think I need a new flute of . Or five."

Taehyung sends you a look full of empathy and places one of his hands in your shoulder, squeezing lightly in a comforting way. "I'll get you another one. I'll be right back." You quickly interrupt him though, to prevent him from standing up before you.

"No, really. I'll go. I need some fresh air anyways, if you don't mind." And of course Taehyung doesn't mind, so you get on your feet as graceously as your tipsy state allowed you to (who told you it was a good idea to drink three glasses in less than thirty minutes of the extremely expensive champagne Taehyung had brought to the Christmas party he had organized and why did it convince you it would appease your anxiey?) and make your way towards the table where the rest of the bottles are. A table dangerously close to the conversation Jimin and that friend of Lisa (whose name you don't remember) were having.

Both are with their backs turned and, honestly, you take a silent moment to thank God or whatever is up there because the last thing you need right now is yet another awkward interaction with Jimin, so you try as best as you can to refill your glass of champagne to get out of there as soon as possible, praying to make your exit going unnoticed.

But no. Because the stars and the universe loved to align to make you suffer! They love to play with your karma and they love making you damn that one day you didn't help that lady cross the street. They love making you regret buying those plastic straws. They love making you feel guilty for hacking your neighbour's Wifi when you run out of money to pay for yours. Because the moment you try to take a hold of the bottle in your hands, it slips out of your grasp, and you're watching in slow motion how the sparkling berverage ends up spilling all over the extremely expensive (or so you assume. Balenciaga maybe) suit pants Park Jimin decided to wear that night.

Everything is kind of blurry and you can't even hear anything. You can only watch as Park Jimin turns around, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, until his eyes find you, the bane of his existance and immediately recognizing the culprit of his now drenched piece of clothing. And you can watch as, once again, his gaze turns almost black and narrow lightly as to reprimend you for what you've caused. But of course he doesn't say a word. He has nothing to say. He doesn't even look surprised. No. Because obviously, Park Jimin knew that if there was somebody in this room willing to ruin his night, it would be you, and only you.

"Shit!" you're the first one to break the strained silence, but that only makes Jimin flinch. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm so fucking dumb! J-Jimin, I'm so sorry, let me just go grab a paper tow-"

"Don't." his voice cuts through you. Literally cuts through you. Because it's not often that Park Jimin decides to aim his words at you, but everytime he does it holds the same frigid tone. Like knives trying to painfully stab your being. "Just, don't."

In reality, you don't know a lot of things and you don't know what causes what happens next. You don't know if it's the specific time of the year, you don't know if it's your internal stress, or if it's Park Jimin, his voice, or the fact that he will never like you. But it's instant. They way something compresses your chest, and suddenly your eyes are not glaced by the alcohol but by something wet that threatens to flow. You would never admit to anyone they're tears.

So, shutting your mouth and swallowing the uncomfortable feeling of anguish in your throat, leaving your flute forgotten on the table and grabbing the bottle instead. Without saying a word, your feet start moving up the stairs of the ridiculously enourmous house Taehyung owns towards the first free and empty balcony you can find. Free of people and free of Park Jimin.

Closing the large window behind you, you allow yourself to close your eyes and take a deep breath; the icy temperature outside immediately welcoming you. Although the hairs on your arm stand up and you know you're probably going to catch a cold (because the dress you've chosen for the dinner is not at all appropiate for such winter climate), at least the tension in your body seems to disappear while oxygen keeps that ugly feeling in your heart at bay from continuing to choke you.

With shaky hands, you take a big gulp straight from the champagne bottle. Fuck Park Jimin. No man will ever have the power to make you feel what you're feeling right now.  Fuck Park Jimin. And fuck his beautiful face and his ability to make you tremble and fear looking like an idiot. Fuck his fancy clothes and his perfect manicured hands and his marvelous but frigthening presence. 

Knock knock.

The sound makes you jump back from the window, hand grasping your chest while you turn around, coming face to face with the man in question.  Your first instinct is to ignore him. But that thought is already out of the way when it's him the one who struggles with the window lock before opening and taking a step towards you. You step back as he steps in, raising your head up high and puffing your chest. Because your second instinct is to tell Park Jimin to go fuck himself.

"_____, I would like to-"

"You would like to what?" Jimin looks taken aback at your harshness. Alcohol has always been a weapon of mass destruction in your system, provoking words to flow too easily and without filter out of your mouth, more than they already do when you're sober. Especially when it's mixed with the frustration you've been harboring inside of you for two years. That's why when the words start to come out, they won't stop. "To make me feel like shit one more time? To look at me with that fucking conceited face trying to make me feel like you're better than me? Or would you like to ignore me once again as you always do everytime we're in the same fucking room to make sure I know you hate my mere existance, even if it's just the two of us right now?"

The steam leaving your lips due to the accelerated beat of your heart blurs his face for an instant while he looks at you dumbfounded. The silence and his expression makes you scoff, an acidic smile adorning your face while you take another sip of your drink because even with such a stupid face, he still looks delectable with his white shirt and ruined pants. You turn around, removing a tear that you hadn't even realized had fallen during your speech and that, frankly, you were hoping he hadn't either. You would blame it on the cold, anyway.

This time, a gust of wind running through you from head to toe, making you forget of Park Jimin's presence looming behind you, reminding you it's still December and the fabric of your dress is doing nothing to conceal you from the cold.

But before you can do anything about it and blame yourself for being dumb and not taking your coat with you before deciding to step into balcony, Park Jimin surprises you once again, this time by placing his navy blue blazer over the naked skin of your arms.

Your back straightens when you feel his warm breath caressing the back of your neck, at the same time that a voice you have never heard Park Jimin use with you echoes in your ears.

"I really don't hate you, _____. I..." Jimin wets his lips. His body trembles, but it's not due to lacking his own coat, while his brain hurriedly searches for words eloquent and adequate enough to explain voice his thoughts. "I like you very much, _____."

Scoffing again while you shake your head, you push down with all your inner strenght the incipent fluttering of butterflies in your stomach that Jimin has managed to cause in just a matter of seconds. It's probably the longest sentence you've heard from him in two years, and you don't exactly understand why your body is reacting the way it is. But you're also not willing to give Park Jimin the satisfaction of knowing that. He doesn't deserve it anyway. So with all the courage you can muster, you turn around with your hands clenching.

And even though being at such short distance from Jimin is a bit overwhelming and unexpected for you, the irritation still making your blood bubble is enough to not let a man as handsome as him derail you from your current circumstances.

"Well, fuck you Park Jimin. You certainly have a funny fucking way to sh-" his hands cradling your jaw that pull you closer to him and his lips that silent you roughly, but with surprising care. Only for a moment. A moment in which your body betrays you and make you melt into hir warmth. But his voice, low and sinfully husky, murmurs against your lips. 

"God, that mouth of yours..." he goes back to attacking your own lips, this time more firm than before, snatching a sigh from you. The sound has his tongue asking for permission into your mouth, and with your body betraying you once again, you part your lips to allow him in. It's him who whimpers this time, while one of his hand moving until it reaches the bottle in your hand and letting it drop carelessly onto the floor, ignoring the sound of glass shattering and the future scolding you'll get from Taehyung. Instead, he sneaks that same hand on your waist, pulling your body flush against his, fingers digging onto your skin. "It's been driving me crazy for two years. Two years, _____."

He mumbles between kisses and swipes his tongue against yours, while he stars walking the both of you until your back meets the nearest concrete wall. 

"Two years of having to hear the incessant filthy words that leave your mouth..." his own stop their movements and you catch yourself before begging him to reattaching his lips to yours, enjoying instead the path of wet kisses and bruises his lips traile from your chin to the pulse of your neck "...and trying my best to hide the painful boners I get whenever you're nearby." 

With your eyes shut, your hands are back in motion, ignoring the voice in your head reminding you he's still an asshole and finding their way between Jimin's soft golden strands of hair. He hums in appreciation, sending goosebumps all over your body. "So, s-so why not do anything about it sooner?" you say, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe properly.

You feel Jimin's body tensing before you and he ceases the movement of his lips against your neck. Breaking away, your heart stops, afraid you might have ruined the moment. But Jimin's in search of your eyes, eyebrows very lighlty raised, the intensity of his gaze pinning you in place. You don't know for how long you stare at each other until Jimin comes out of the trance, eyes descending over your flushed cheeks, the very same color as your lips and the soft flesh of your neck until they reach your cleavage, the glimmering fabric encasing your breasts, taunting him the same way they had been doing all night long.

"You scare me so much..." and then, one of his hands repeats the same journey his eyes just did, until he touches your shoulder, right under his own blazer. "Everytime I look at you, all I can think of why the hell a girl as real as you like you would even glance my way." he slides the strap of your dress slowly tentatively, just enough for you to stop his advances if you chose so. You don't. "You're smart in ways I could never compare, so funny it makes me jealous, and so pretty it leaves me speechless. You're...You're everything I'm not."

His voice resonates in the atmosphere, and you would love to blame it on the cold again for how your body has reacted, but your body heat has increased so much since he started kissing you that it would be stupid not to admit that it's just the effect that Park Jimin has on you tonight. You're sure he would've had the same effect if it had happened before.

Your now uncovered breast doesn't even has to suffer the consequences of the icy wind, because one of Jimin's arms quickly comes around you to hold your body against his, lifting you ever so slighty until your erect nipple is at the same level as his mouth and his lips are enveloping it in their warmth. You gasp his name, and that encourages his teeth to tug softly before his tongue stars moving in circes. 

"My God, you're so perfect." Your head spins while you hold onto his shoulders as tight as you can, the undeniable heat roaming all over your form, hips involuntarily rutting his incipent erection poking your abdomen. "Been thinking about this since that night we first met." Looking for relief, Jimin mirrors your movements without ceasing the administrations on your chest, as one of his hands lifts one of your thighs to wrap around his waist, closing the short gap remaining between the both of you. 

"Ohmygod! F-fuck, Jimin," trying to form coherent phrases is almost impossible, not with Jimin finding a slow and tortuous rythm with his hips, his clothed cock rubbing against your core. Something shifts in the air, because Jimin stops abusing your nipple with a loud pop, and shuts you up by pressing his mouth onto yours in an urgent, dirty and desperate kiss. You could almost hear him swearing, while his hand keeps your jaw in place.

"S-stop talking like that, ______." his voice, inaudible, and his face now hiding in the crook of your neck, the thrusting of his hips speeding up, more and more frantic this time. The hand not holding your thigh against his hipbone reveals your other breast, hand covering it and giving it a light squeeze before tugging at your unattended nipple between his forefinger and his thumb while his tongue and teeth mark the skin on your neck. 

"Hell, I've been dying to stuff your mouth with my cock to prevent you from such foul language," the soft whimpers leacving your mouth coax him into taking the hem of your dress and bunching the fabric until his fingers easily find the place in your body calling to him the most through the lace.  It's immediate, how his fingers dampen at the first touch, surprising the both of you, and how your body jolts and an embarrassing sob escapes your throat. "How-how are you this wet? Holy hell, I could just slide right in..."

And as he says that, one of his fingers pull aside the fabric of your underwear and glide into you, so easy. You insides burning while he fingers you, another finger being added with his thumb rubbing circles on your nub. And fuck, you're not sure if you're just too horny and Park Jimin is a magician with his hands, or maybe it's the way he keeps mouthing at your chest and whispering how soaked you are, but you don't think you've ever been so close to cumming in such a short period of time.

"W-whats stopping you?" you manage with a voice that doesn't even resembles yours, but before your hands can even make work of the zipper of his trousers, he pulls his finger out from your center, causing you to whine in protest.

Jimin licks his lips, eyebrows framing the dark expression that his eyes ooze. Although the desire in his eyes is more than evident, it is also evident the faint hesitation in them. Because Park Jimin doesn't do things this way. Park Jimin was raised in a world of correct manners and conservationism. A world that has taught him when and how to act. And as badly as he is dying to fuck you against the wall of Taehyung's ridiculously inmense house, he also wants to do the right thing. 

"Let me take you on a date." 

Park Jimin has been spoiled his whole life. Being born in a well-off family has always provided him of everything he had ever wanted and more. From the innecessary number of toys Santa Claus left under his Christmas tree every year since he was a baby, to his fisrt extravagant sports car at the age of eighteen. Park Jimin has never been a greedy or needy man. How could he, when he's had everything he's ever wished in the palm of his hands. He has never missed anything in his entire life. Hasn't missed a roof over his head, warm food on his plate or brand new designers clothes each week. 

It has taken him two years to control himself. He still remembers that night he first met you, just like he remembers every single time you both had coincided in the same place at the same time. He remembered your scent, had memorized your figure over your pieces of clothing and had tried as best as he could to keep a distance from you because he knew you would never give him the time of day. How could you? You probably despised everything he was because he was definitely nothing like you, and that thought intimidated the fuck out of him. He was a mess everytime you wear nearby. Never relied on his voice because he knew he would stutter if you ever spoke to him, could never trust his eyes because if he ever looked at you he was afraid he wouldn't be able to look away. 

And everytime you spoke, shit, that voice of yours always cursing here and there left him wondering how would you sound in a different setting and if you would still be that badmouthed. More specifically, between his sheets. So he did everything he could to minimize your interactions as much as possible. He just never thought he would come across as such a jerk. It was never his intention to hurt you, and seeing you cry that night (although you denied you did, over and over again) seriously made him realize he wanted to make things right. 

He was trying really, really hard to keep it in his pants, to be the same well composed and controled Park Jimin he had mastered himself to be. 

But that damn dress.

After seeing that little black dress hugging your figure when you started taking off your coat at the restaurant, the brief flash of thigh tights that you accidentaly (or not so accidentally) had blessed him with by crossing a leg over the other, that exposed collarbone calling his name and those heeled sandals with straps wrapping around your ankles, reminding him of the snake tempting Eve, Park Jimin was sure he needed to dig into that apple more than anything he has ever needed before.

That's why he surprises you right after you both finish the second course meal by telling the waitress you won't be having desert, at which you look at him somewhat indignant. But the look he shoots you is enough to make you understand if somebody was going to have desert tonight, it would be him. In his Mercedes. 

"I'm gonna-" you gasp, fingers tugging at the soft strands of his now ruined blond hair, his head between your thighs and your legs thrown over his shoulders. His hands have a grip of the meaty flesh of your ass, holding you firmly againt his mouth as it works wonders on your clit. You're sure it hasn't even been ten minutes since Jimin had opened your legs in the backseat of his car, not even bothering to take your underwear off, simply moving the fabric aside before diving in, and you already feel yourself on the edge of an orgasm.

"I know." voice vibrating right into your core, he slows down his administrations, tongue carefully and delicately lapping at your folds while he enjoys the feeling of your fingers loosening their grip and fondly brushing his hair back. You meet his eyes as he pushes a finger inside your core and your whole body twists in agony. 

"N-no!" 

Jimin stops immediately, lifting his head and focusing his concerned eyes on you. He's about to ask you if he's done anything wrong, but you're fast to roughly pull him up by his hair until his face is leveled with yours. You answer him by kissing him and he returns the kiss with the same eagerness, and now it's your hands that are looking for his cock, palming him through his pants.

"Your dick. Inside. Right Now." you punctuate each phrase with a kiss and he only stops kissing you to pout.

"But I wanted you to cum on my tongue." but still, he's putty in your hands when you undo the botton and the zipper. "Wouldn't you rather me fucking you in my bed, where we're more comfortable?" you notice the slight quivering of his voice when you slide his trousers and boxers down, just enough to pull him out. 

"You can eat me and fuck me as many times as you want tonight, tomorrow and whenever you'd like, but right now..." none of you contain the moan in unision that leaves each of your mouths when just the head of his lenght comes in contact with your entrance. "I really can't wait anymore." brushing your lips over his, you lower your voice. "Wanna get on my hands and knees for you."

Park Jimin has tried to do things the right and appropiate way throughout all his life. He's been a professional from a very young age on how to be in charge of his emotions, his desires and his impulses. Always well mannered and well composed. 

But it's in this moment that Jimin comes to the realization that the only thing that has ever made him lose his mind and self control, is you. Seeing you like this, ass up, grinding your drenched and still thong clad cunt all over his precum dripping lenght, he can't control the way his hand bunches the fabrick of that damn dress over your waist, then flies to your right cheek, a sharp sound of skin filling the air, tearing a gasp from your throat.

"God, I'm-I'm sorry. Couldn't help mys-"

"Do it again."

And he does, the palm of his hand now leaving a reddenning print on your flesh, making you jolt back involuntarily, aligning yourself to the head of his cock and like he had hoped, he slides right in. Not all the way, because Jimin is sure he would cream inside you too soon and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did. He wets his lips, clenching his jaw and dropping his palm one more time, hand more steady and purposeful. 

"You like it rough?" voice hoarse and a hand beside your head holding himself, your back to his chest, twitching beneath him as he soothes the sting with his free one. 

"I like you rough." turning your head slowly to peer at him from the corner of your eye, your hips moving on their own accord trying to take him deeper. Your head is suddenly pulled back harshly, Jimin's fingers tangling in your hair as his own hips close the remaining gap between your bodys in an abrupt thurst. You squeal, Jimin's cock finally filling you up to the hilt just like you wanted him to be, the pleasure making your arms wobble and finding it harder to mantain your balance. 

Jimin's breath fawns over your ear, his tongue darting out to suck on your skin sending chills down your spine. "You're such a dream." he groans, torturously sliding out of your core that's gripping around his shaft for dear life. A whine of protest escapes your lips and he tightens the hold on your hair in response, diving right back in. You fall forward, your arms' strenght betraying you as his thrusts find a new rhythm. With your eyes closed shut, you try to muffle the sound of your voice with the back of your hand as Jimin's lips place soft kisses to your exposed shoulder.

"Don't be quiet." he stands straight, the pull on your hair arching your back in such a enticing way it was Jimin look away for a second, cock buried inside of you and his hips faltering. "Been dying to have you like this for so long."

Another clap of his hand against your right cheek, and a particular stroke of his dick that has you mewling as your climax approached again. "S-so good, Jimin. Oh my god."

"You're gonna cum for me?" his fingertips leave bruises on your skin and the windows of his Mercedes are foggy, just like your mind. You can't concentrate on anything that's not Jimin's cock sliding in and out and how much you wished this had happened way sooner. "Gonna cum for me like a good slut?"

Park Jimin always takes his time. Always does things nice and slow to assure the best outcome possible. 

But he can't contain the acceleration of his hips against yours as your walls clench impossibly tight around his cock, your orgasm finally taking over . Can't contain himself from falling forward again, hand twisting your head in his direction and his mouth searching for yours in a fiery and messy kiss. And he most definitely can't barely contain himself from cumming when your you ask him to spit in your mouth. 

"You're gonna kill me." he breathes, removing himself off you and quickly maneuvering you on your back, his dick finding its way back inside you. Picking up right where he left off, skin slapping against skin in an obscene melody, he collects a considerate amount of saliva in his mouth before dropping it into your welcoming tongue, watching you swallow with a smile he hopes he'll be the only one to see in the future. 

And that's what has the last bit of his self restraint slipping from his fingers. He somehow manages to rip the top of your dress down, fabric tearing until your tits are free and his mouth is attacking your nipples, white strings of his release panting your walls, some of it them oozing out that he fucks back right into you. 

It's between ragged breaths, kisses and tender carresses that Jimin promises you more dates in the future and new dresses that he can't promise not to savage apart again.

[lovesanmotion]

Wave - Choi San

💌 This is: Requested

summary: in which choi san not only gets a glow up but finally gets the love of his life

On Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays after classes, San loves to sit down on one of the bleachers front step, placing his stacked books on top of his lap and watch you practice with the rest of the cheering team. He always loves watching your skirt sway left and right and bounce along with you. You were always having your hair tied up in a ponytail that always left San wondering what could you look like with your hair down. However you looked like, San would only fall for you much for.

Choi San. An honor student since elementary school, every graduation his name is listed on the valedictorian list and is a math wiz, always present at the interschool math competition every year and an two time spelling bee winner in his class. But enough of that, San mostly kept to himself, always reading a different book in the library and oftenly watching you practice every afternoon. San didn't know why and how it got out, but maybe because it was so obvious? His big fat crush on you?

On your five minute break, you jogged away from the field and drank water from your water bottle. San watches as the droplets of water fall down on your neck, watching the rising and falling of each gulp you make. He felt his face heating up, how could someone look so beautiful when just drinking water? But his heart thumped loudly when you set down your water bottle and made eye contact with him. Sheepishly, San raised a hand, slightly waving at you. He watched as the corner of your lip lift up, smiled at him and waved back.

But a football ball suddenly smacked on the side of his face.

"You're in the way, nerd!" San could clearly hear the sounds of laughter as he got up from the ground, wore his glasses (his right lens now had a crack) and gathered his books. But as he was about to leave the field, he heard the sound of rustling from behind. Thinking that the football team is out there to get back at him, San ran faster for his life. He was about to leave the premises of the school when he heard your voice.

"Hey wait!" you said. San stopped from his steps and turned around to face you, you stopped from running as well, panted a bit as you finally catched up on him.

"I didn't know you could run fast" you smiled at him, wiping the sweat under your chin.

"I can do something else fast too" San muttered as he stared at you before widening his eyes.

"Did you say something?"

"Nope!" San quickly shook his head.

"I thought you did." San gulped and watched as you slowly walked closer to him. "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened to you earlier? Are you hurt anywhere?"

In all honesty, San didn't know what to say. Usually, he'd know what the answer, but when it comes to you, the words suddenly get jumbled in his side and nothing comes out.

"How about...Firday night? We study at Geraldine's, I'll get us some of their milkshakes. How about that?" San watched as you beamed happily at the suggestion. He was about to yes when suddenly you took his hand and said something more.

"Wait! My parents are out Friday night...what about my place? I could really use some help, and you're the only person I could think of. I can order pizza for us. Sounds good?"

Home alone with his crush on a Friday night? San felt like he found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

"Yeah sounds perfect" San smiled and watched as you smiled at him and ran back to the field. But before San could leave the school, it was the basketball team's turn to extend one of their foot out and purposely have him trip on his feet.

"Watch where you're going Choi" they snickered to themselves.

Before Friday night rolled, San received the address to your house. And while he was about to leave, he was shoved inside one of the lockers. But it was thanks to you that he got out. After an hour of being stuck inside.

And then Friday night rolled, San would himself standing in front of the doorstep to your house. Well, a swanky three floor mansion with two grand staircases before getting to the front door, a large Venus sculpture fountain and a wide array range of sports cars lined up in your garage. San didn't his crush lived life like this.

"Yay! You made it! Come inside! They actually just left and I ordered pizza already" You spoke, opening the door for him.

San took note of your hair down, the first time he's seeing you hair not up, but down. His heart thumped loudly inside his chest, he preferred your hair down as you looked more vibrant and youthful, sometimes he wonder if your hairstrands hurt from being tied up all the time.

"I hope pepperoni is okay with you?" You asked, turning to face San.

San, who was still lost in his little daydream, only nodded his head. He didn't quite catched what you were talking about earlier. He was too busy basking your new appearance before him.

"Well anyways, I really needed help on Mrs Moon's Psych class," you said, sitting on the foot of your bed and taking out your psych book, flipping through the pages and stopping at chapter eight: Attraction.

Oh dear lord, San could remember this day, Monday morning, 8:30 am, listening to Mrs Moon talk about the facts about how men and women get attracted to one another and the different types of attraction while doodling on his textbook the image of you with little hearts beside your head.

"Have you ever been attracted to someone before, San?" Your voice suddenly pulled him out of his train of thoughts and looked up at you.

"Come again?" He choked out. You chuckled softly, thinking how it was cute of him. "I said, have you ever been attracted to someone before?"

' Yeah I've been attracted to you ever since. You don't know how much I wanted to kiss you while holding your hand and shout at everyone saying how I have the prettiest girlfriend and all of them can suck my - ' San's thoughts stopped as he said "No" chuckling softly.

All of a sudden, he watched as you scooted closer to him, closing a few spaces of proximity between you two. Slowly, you extended your hands out and removed his glasses. It was your first time seeing his chocolate orbs out of the rims of the glasses, you placed a hand on top of his head and slightly ruffled his hair that seemed to only part in two ways. And boldly, you placed your hand on his button down, unbuttoning three buttons and exposing his chest. You didn't know how and why but the new look of San before made your heart beat loudly.

"But I have" you said, and instantly, you and San locked lips together.

When Monday morning came, everyone was doing their usual business. Until two people holding hands came into view. Heads were turned to look at them, watching the most popular cheerleader out of her cheering uniform, wearing a cute pretty pink dress with her hair down for the first time and more importantly, San who pulled a 180 on everyone.

San flawlessly ran a hand through his hair, letting his bangs fall effortlessly, grinning as he passed by the football and basketball team huddled together in one corner. Finally, he had them away from his hair and finally had you.

(gif is not mine! credits to the rightful owner!)

[sugapop-rp]

ON THE TYPIST: AN INTERROGATION.

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE ? nope! my mom literally just said “uhh what’s anna in english?” to the nurse and said “lol ok” so no, i wish but my name is randomly picked from what i know!

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED ? last time was on firday listening to the king, the legend, shin hoseok aka wonho’s debut single “loosing you” :’) yes this is me saying support his debut as a soloist as well

DO YOU HAVE KIDS ? does my pet bunny count lol

DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT ? hmmm...like not 24/7, no i don’t but i do sometimes use it from time to time. i notice i use it more now than say as i was ateen lol

WHAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE ? good question! to me,  i think i do go for either how someone is within the conversation? like are they responding to everything or are they a bit more to themselves. i do tend to always be drawn with noticing someone’s voice as well like i blame the asmr videos for this BUT if someone’s voice catches my attention, i go all !!! *instert metal gear solid noise*. someone’s laugh/humor is another thing because if someone can make me laugh, bonus points! i think in general if someone has this like relaxing persona as well because i am a bit of a shy bean more, if they can make me feel comfortable and not feel awkward then i remember that very well

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR ? brown! in the middle of dark and light

SCARY MOVIE OR HAPPY ENDING ? me being a scardy cat i will go for happy ending! i am weak for fluff so xD

ANY SPECIAL TALENTS ? me being the biggest klutz in the world like i legit can just be walking forward, nothing in sight but i will trip. there will be a chord and everyone BUT ME will trip over it lol. 

WHERE WERE YOU BORN ? the states!

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES ? i enjoy editing things when i can, playing video games, writing (when i am not lazy) and sleeping lol

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS ? my pet bunny spot! ^>^.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY / HAVE YOU PLAYED ? currently none lol but i used to play basketball, soccer and a tiny bit of volleyball. heck i even wanted to try out to my school teams but i have strict parents and they said no :c

HOW TALL ARE YOU ? barely 5′2ft

DREAM JOB ? honestly? i would love to be within the video game scene. specifically i am drawn into making graphics but if not maybe writing? but lbr i am not that smart enough for tht so :’)

FAVOURITE SUBJECT AT SCHOOL ? when i was in school, i do think for me it was either history or language arts class! i still have a love for history haha. there was something so interesting learning about history and yes, i did like to use the excuse that call of duty helped me very much remember dates about the war for tests lol. for langauge arts it was simply pretty easy for me and a class i didn’t have the most struggle with (expect when the subject came about poems, nope!)

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Ao3 Link

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Quirk Advancement Program, the QAP.

What was it?

Who did it affect?

...what did it do?

(A/N: So I reblogged chp 3 with the realization that as good as my Monday and Friday updates sounded, I would hit a snag on updating on Monday since I work, and I prefer to post in the early day....sooooo. Firday and Sunday updates!) 

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                                                      Chapter 4

Internships.

Hizashi was actually looking forward to these. Usually he hated this time of the school year. He wound up getting so bored with the kids out and about. But this time? He was more than grateful to have a week off of teaching.

The QAP. He still wasn’t able to get much information on it, but got more than looking up just Iwasaki Medical. He wasn’t liking what he was reading. He didn’t like it one bit. Every lead seem to have some bit of redacted information that he just could dig up.

It took him a few days to finally find the connection between QAP and Iwasaki Medical.

Iwasaki Medical was the site FOR the QAP testing and treatments.

Another thing he found?

Some pros assisted in the set up.The name Gran Torino popped up quite frequently. He was certain that they didn’t know much about it...that is was just a program to help those either struggling with their Quirks or those who wanted to advance them but were just, unable to get into a school like U.A.

Hizashi remembered how his body broke out in a cold sweat when he came up with that hypothesis. How...maybe, just maybe that boy from his dream, er, memory might have ended up there. That he might have taken the chance to go there rather than go into the GenEd class of U.A.

He checked his phone. No response from Tensei. He shouldn’t be surprised...with what happened. But still he felt like he needed to check, even though the chances of getting a response…He texted the other to see if he might know if he could find a list of participants from THEIR year at U.A. See if a name stood out to him.

See if Tensei recalled the same bo--

He should see him before the interns start. Should be able to see friends now, right? Kan did mention he visited him lately?

Hizashi was realizing it’s been too long since he and Tensei actually hung out together. He was always busy, and Tensei was always too responsible.

He really regrets not taking the chance to make time now. Making it as a mental promise to try harder this time. He didn’t want to risk the chance of possibly losing another friend, and regret that they could have had more time together.

Alright, he was definitely making time to see him!

Wait what was that about Gran Torino? He glanced over to Cementoss and All Might, who looked like he was about to pass out from looking at the computer screen. Trying his best to not make it seem obvious he made his way over.

He glanced over...and he couldn’t stop his eyes from widening as his eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

Gran Torino...submitted a request to have a student intern under them!?

The guy was still alive? Would he even have information of the QAP?

Okay, see Tensei first, then talk to this Gran Torino.

--

It was getting late. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, giving this eerie feel that something…

SomeONE was watching you wherever you went.

Nijiwara Sakamoto couldn’t shake the feeling. Couldn’t ease that tension. From leaving his office. To the walk to his car. On his drive home. Even getting up to his penthouse, it felt that there were these eyes watching him.

It was probably paranoia.

It was most definitely paranoia. All those reports about those offices being set ablaze. At first he paid no mind. Then a third, and fourth. And that’s when he found the pattern. He found the connection. He was hoping that he never had to be reminded of that...that--

He threw a cabinet door open in such a haste the the hinges protested at the force. Grabbing a glass bottle, he opened it as efficiently as he could with shaking hands. The liquid burned as he drank.

As he pulled the bottles away he almost let out a scream at what he saw. Hanging just outside his balcony doors was a figure. Red eyes glowing in the darkness, hair dangling as they were suspended upsides down.

He stumbled falling onto his back as the figure dropped and landed on his balcony. Scrambling in an effort to get out of its sight, they were already at the door. The glass sliding door shook as they tried to open it.

He hoped the lock would hold as he finally got himself back up to his feet. About to make a run for it--the glass shatter.

Frozen in fear he craned his neck to look over his shoulder. The way that cloak seemed to defy gravity as they stood gave them the appearance of some sort of winged deity.

A dark harbinger.

He shook as tried to get his body to move. To run. Flee! But he found himself unable to move, as the sound of glass crunching under heavy soles echoed the room.

“I will be giving you the same choice,” the voice was gruff but smooth. It sent chills up his spine, and static curl at the base of his skull. “So listen close...I will not repeat myself.”

Sakamoto couldn’t make out their face, but the shift in the eyes sufficed. It was a threat. A promise.

“Tell the truth…”

Those words hung heavy in the air, and made the business man’s stomach sink. He turned away--

And felt something bind around his neck. Then covering his mouth and nose--

It felt like fabric but it didn’t have the give it should have it truly was. Sakamoto felt his head being forced to turn to look back. The face now much close. Those eyes seemingly brighter than before as the bored into his.

“Or I will.”

The voice dropped to a growl. Eyes tearing up as the binding tightened and the stare intensified. The business man could feel himself getting light headed.

The sudden rush of being able to breath was almost too much. His eyes clenched shut as he felt dizzy. Catching himself on one of the chairs, it took him a moments to realize that darker figure was gone.

H-he had nothing to tell! There was nothing-NOTHING-to come clean with! Eyes darting over the the glass bottle. He snatched it up, and took another long drink.

--

"Midoriya," Hizashi called as he approached the boy. "I’m accompanying you to your internship."

"Ah..w-what for?"

"I need to have a word with this Gran Torino," he began. " Don’t worry don’t worry , I won’t take up much time, I promise,” He grinned and gave the boy a thumbs up.  

The boy nodded with some uncertainty as they made their way.

The building was….not what he was expecting. Not in the slightest. Was this a mistake?

Had to be. There was just no way…

Hizashi was too busy just taking in how the building looked that he didn’t notice Midoriya already making his way to the door.

"HE’S DEAD!!"

The yell had Hizashi snap out of his thoughts and rush to kid’s side. Eyes widening behind his sunglasses. There in the middle of the floor...w-was that really blood?! Dead?! Dammit! He needed to ask--

"I’m Alive!" the old man popped up suddenly nearly giving Hizashi a second heart attack in just a matter of minutes.

"HE’S ALIVE!" Midoriya shouted in the same manner as his declaration from earlier.

Hizashi was still reeling himself, as the old man pushed himself up. Body shaking as he stood in front of them.

"Who are you?"

The blonde inwardly groaned. Maybe this guys was so off his rocker that he might have a better chance at finding answers if he just kept scouring the web and libraries.

"E-excuse me," he heard Midoriya apologize. "I just need to make a phone call."

Hizashi stepped aside to let the boy out. He should probably go. He knew this was just too good for it to yield anything--

"Hmm this is a good costume."

Wait...h-his voice!? Hizashi turned his attention back to the old man who was looking over Midoriya’s hero suit. H-he went from frail and near senile to, something that had control and strength?

"Who are you?" He asked again and tilted his head. The frail voice gone this time. Hizashi couldn’t tell if the guy was mocking them or not at this rate.

"Ah-h-hey, before you two go off--"

"Hmm?" the old man looked to Hizashi.

"I...do you remember, anything about ah...the," w-what was with this presence. It felt heavier the longer that gaze was focussed on him. “I wanted to know i-if you had…”

“Well come on, out with it, we haven’t got all day.”

Hizashi almost yelped at the curt tone. "The...Quirk Advancement Program?"

As soon as that question left him...the mood in the room changed. Gran Torino stood up. "I see, so you’re not here just to drop off the boy."

"I...I will leave right away if I can just ask what you--" he cut himself off as he watch the old man walk off. There was a few moments of awkward silence as he and Midoriya stood in the entryway, the only sounds were of Gran Torino’s shuffling, the drag of a drawer being opened and then closed.

Eventually he came back, with a thick manilla folder. Papers were nearly bursting out from it, and had to be bound with rubber bands to keep them from spilling out. "Any reason why you’re asking for this?"

"...I think...I know somebody from it?"

"Impossible," Gran Torino snapped as he pulled the folder closer to himself.

"I--there’s a," Hizashi licks his lips. "There’s somebody with an eraser Quirk and I ju--"

"Eraser?"

"Y-yeah, at least I think that's what it is. I..he hasn’t fully told me--" He stumbled as the file folder was now shoved into his hands.

"I never trusted the people behind it," Gran Torino stated. "Something always felt off. It was too ‘good’ if you catch my drift. I was sure all...of them were gone…"

The word ‘gone’ echoed in Hizashi’s head. Shakingingly he pulled the bands away and

opened the file to see that the first thing on top of all the papers were a list of participants.

Dammit! All the names were still blacked out. But at least there was at least a number next to them. The other thing that wasn’t blacked out, were the listed Quirks.

Hizashi started to scan through the list, and almost stopped as soon as he started.

His eyes being drawn to the third one listed;

Eraser.

H-he was onto something now.

“Those are the only copies left. They destroyed the originals; I can’t even tell you if they have a digital backup of the likes.”

Hizashi swallowed as the file folder now felt about ten times heavier than it did initially. All this information. If he couldn’t get his answers from here, then he wouldn’t be able to get them anywhere!

“T-thank you Gran Torino-san,”” he bowed. It sounded so lame. This--HE felt like he needed to say more.

“Now, I believe the boy and I have matters to attend to?”

“Ah! Right, I’ll be on my way now,” Hizashi nodded and made his way out. Looked like he was going to have plenty of reading material during the kids internships.

Time to stock up on energy drinks.

[thetranstraveler]

Update for the first day of school outfit

Welcome back travelers!! Might as well just update once a day at this point lol. Also hello to the one new bot follower, nice to see you here.

So let me share the bad news first then I’ll share the good news, that way you feel happier leaving my rambling thoughts. So the bad news is that I can’t wear the dress because of dumb dumb school dresscode. It’s a tiny bit too short, like 1/4 of an inch but I would still get dress coded. Even though it’s the same length as my old shorts it wouldn’t fly in school cause it’s a dress.

Now onto the two things of good news, I got my school schedule today even though I don’t go back to school for 6 more days. Wait it’s only 6 more days wow, that is a lot sooner then I thought lol. Anyways I have classes with my best friend and the first person who I came out to, so happy I have a class with them. 

The next piece of good news is that I am going to walk around the mall with my friends in said dress. If all goes to play I am going dress shopping with them this firday (2 days after I post this). Honestly that is the highlight of my week and it hasn’t even happened yet. Last time I tried on a dress it was with them and I felt so good, it honestly felt like I was actually me for the first time. I usually have voices in my head doubting my every move (even yelling at me about this blog) but when I wore that dress it felt like everything was right in the world!! I can’t wait for that feeling again.

Tldr: Can’t wear the only dress I own to school, have classes with my friends, might be going dress shopping this friday!

[saandmore-blog]

  The other day I thought it’s a good idea to head out to the West Coast for the weekend. And what a good idea it was. I picked up a friend in Cape Town and headed off to Hopefield.

Now having family who lives there, accommodation was already sorted and the Firday night we were very much entertained by friends sharing jokes around the fire and then later a bit of dancing too.

The next day we woke up with a bit of a head ache, but it was soon gone after we grabbed some left over braai and got on the road. Our first stop was the West Coast Fossil Park.

fosil park

fosil park

We took a trip back in time. About 5 million years back to be more specific. A very interesting and informative journey of the kinds of animals were indigenous to the area all those years ago, and the evolution of the animals to what we have today, this is well worth a visit when in the area. Go early and grab a good cup of coffee before the guided tour at their café. Follow link below for more information.

After our history lesson, we drove out to Paternoster for lunch and vitamin sea. We stopped at the fish markets and found a little more than ‘kreef’ (Afrikaans for crayfish) and snoek, but an array of arts and crafts.

We enjoyed lunch at Voordtrandt Restaurant where I had snoek samosas for the first time. If seafood is your thing you have to take the seafood platter.

I’ve heard of the panty bar before, but when we arrived there for a drink on our way out of Paternoster, we were very much entertained by the other tourists jokes. The service wasn’t too great, but everything in this places seems to run on its own pace. So either you can be a sour pus or you can join in the madness.

We got back on the road and made a last stop at Die Plaas Mol in Hopefield. I made friends with a donkey and a lemur, got some homemade jam and climbed the largest chair in the Southern Hemisphere. You can spend hours at this place, browsing through nicknacks and enjoying a light lunch and even catch the rugby game.

As we were heading back to Cape Town the Sunday morning, I realised that the West Coast has more to offer than crayfish and spring flowers, and there’s so many more hidden gems to discover further along.

You can book cheap flights to Cape Town International Airport and hire a car at the airport.

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West Coast Fossil Park

Voorstrandt Restaurant

Panty bar

Die Plaasmol

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#westcoast #roadrtip #travel The other day I thought it's a good idea to head out to the West Coast for the weekend.

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8. London & everything else

I know I’ve been slightly MIA recently but now here I am trying to catch up and remember what happened since my last post. We met other Erasmus students, so our squad got bigger and it seems to consist of the two Belgian girls, a Finnish girl, two Turkish boys and the girl from my country and I. We go out together and even had a Pizza Party Wednesday Night with pizzas from Domino’s, which were utterly delicious. On top of it, we’re going to Dublin in April together. (Except for the Finnish girl but she’s going to be missed.)  On the Saturday of the Pizza Party’s week, the time finally came for me to go to London. I was so excited because the last (and first) time I’ve been to London was 9 years ago. I went with Virgin Trains East Coast, which seemed pretty fancy even though it wasn’t frist class. The journey was 2 hours 50 minutes long but I got 20 minutes in Leeds to change for the other train heading to King’s Cross. Once I arrived, I went straight to my acquaintances who live in Fulham, which in my opinion, is the best area to live in London. Their flat is in a Victorian terraced house and I fell in love immediately. That day, I went to Bishop’s Park to see the River Thames, it was such a warm and sunny afternoon. In the evening, we went shopping, talked a lot because we haven’t seen each other for years, and watched a film together. They also have two cats and one of them is a real charmer. In the following days I went to Harrod’s to buy a teddy bear, strolled in Soho, Covent Garden and Oxford Street. I was disappointed when I saw that Picadilly Circus is getting rebuilt or I don’t know what was being done but it was covered with metal stuff. After three days, I moved to another acquaintance’s place, she lives in Bromley, 30 minutes south of London by train. While I was staying at her place, I went to visit Tate Modern, my main purpose was to drink a coffee in the restaurant on the 6th floor witht he view of the Millenial Bridge and St Paul’s Cathedral. Then, I walked through the bridge and went up to the top of the One New Change shopping centre to see the Cathedral up close. I also went to the British Museum because 9 years ago my mum and I only saw the Egyptian exhibition. I went to Leicester Square to M&M’s World, Chinatown and then the most random thing happened to me. I was walking without any purpose and I saw a theatre with the posters of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, then I walked past a group of smoking people who were wearing costumes and I realised they were the actors of the play! If I had seen the play, I would have definitely asked them for a picture.  The next day, my dad and his fiancée finally came to visit me. However, it was also the day of ‘Storm Doris’. Well, I wouldn’t have called it ‘storm’ because in Yorkshire we have strong winds like that every two weeks. So that is the main reason why I didn’t understand why the trains didn’t come. They don’t even have cables! But I understand that the landing was more thank risky and shaky as my dad told me, he is not the easy-to-be-scared type but he said he was scared as shit during the landing. Since the trains didn’t come from Luton Airport, I was waiting for them for more than 2 hours at King’s Cross. They took an Uber with other people, then I was really happy to see them. Still, as soon as we went down to the Tube, an alarm went off telling that everyone must leave the underground because there is an emergency. Great. Just great. Luckily, we didn’t swipe our Oysters at the gates. Then, we waited for 30 minutes for a bus to take us to Camden Town but it just didn’t come and by that time, the underground was open again. It was closed down due to overcrowding. So finally, around 7pm, we got to our accommodation in Camden. It was a pretty eventful day with lots and lots of waiting.  On Firday, we went to explore the city together. We basically saw everything, London Eye, Big Ben, Parliament, Westminster Abbey, St James’s Park, Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square and went into the National Gallery. In the evening, we met our acquaintances from Fulham, a couple, and had a few drinks in Soho at The Duck and Rice. I probably drank the fanciest gin tonic and best tequila of my life. After that, we went to have a late dinner in a great and affordable French restaurant called Cote Brasserie. The food was sooo delicius and the fries were seriously the best fries I’ve ever eaten. We sort of celebrated and said goodbye to the couple because they’re moving back to America. Oh, and I have to mention the French waitess because she was so kind to us that the world needs more people like her.  On the last day with my family, we went to the Tower and Greenwhich. Later, we just randomly walked in Camden, had dinner at Honest Burgers and I have to say, their fries are in competition with the ones in the French restaurant. But the burger was... Wow. The next day, I was sad that they are leaving and I didn’t want to come back to Yorkshire because I am in love with London and the weather was much better there. Even though I missed the Yorkshire accent. Since then, I’ve been volunteering in the primary school. This week, I made a crown for Queen Elsa and tried to protect my play-doh heart from a five-year-old boy. It is fun. In College, everything is good, I had my last classes and I’m going to miss those people I had lessons with. They are the nicest ones. Unfortunately, neither of them attend my new class which is Environmental Education. It is really, really interesting and I’m glad I chose it. Although the people don’t seem so friendly so far but there are some exceptions.  I also had a haircut at College, went to the cinema to watch Fifty Shades Darker with one of the Belgian girls and the Finnish girl. It was really good to see a film in a cinema without subtitle or being dubbed.  This week’s adventure was a trip to Ilkley on International Women’s Day. I climbed up a hill and just watched the sorrounding moors and the village. The English countryside is so beautiful, like a painting. When I’m not busy (or procastinating) writing my assignment, I can’t stop thinking about the fact that my mum is coming next week to London and we’re celebrating my 21st brithday there. Celebrating. My. Birthday. In. London. No biggie. Honestly cannot wait.  xxx D

[jakaltimes]

FIRST-CLASS FRIDAYS: MONK

Hi all, welcome to First-Class Fridays. This series will be my review of each basic D&D Fifth Edition player class. I will stress this is an ANALYSIS of this class, not a textbook recounting. Please consult your friendly neighborhood Player’s Handbook for more clarification.

STATS Let’s break down how the 6 stats relate to the Monk

STRENGTH

Secondary Attack Stat

Saving Throw Proficiency

1/6 skills use this

DEXTERITY

Primary Attack Stat

Saving Throw Proficiency

2/6 skills use this

Required Skill for multiclassing

CONSTITUTION

Average HP at d8

INTELLIGENCE

2/6 skills use this

WISDOM

1/6 skills use this

Saving Throw Proficiency

CHARISMA

Not much...

STARTING OUT

You start out being able to use Simple weapons and shortswords.

You know how to use one set of Guild Artisan tools and one Instrument.

Your opening kit guarantees a big weapon, a backpack, and some throwing darts. You can reject this loot in favor of an average of 8 GP.

At level 1, you get the following stuff:

MARTIAL ARTS

You can use DEX instead of STR for your punches

Your punches hit on a d4

When you hit with your weapon, you can punch as a bonus action

Unarmored Strike

Without armor, your AC is 10 + DEX + WIS

LEVELING UP Basic stuff

Ability Score improvements at 4th, 8th, 12th, 16th, and 19th levels

Your Punching damage upgrades at 5th, 11th, and 17th levels

Level 2

KI

Kung Fu Points

1 Ki = 2 bonus action punches

1 Kit = bonus action Dodge

1 Ki = bonus action Dash or Disengage, and double jump!

Level 3

DEFLECT MISSILES

React to a ranged attack to reduce the damage by 1d10 + DEX + LVL

If you negate all the damage, spend KI to throw it back

Level 4

SLOW FALL

Reduce fall damage by 5 X LVL

Level 5

EXTRA ATTACK

Level 6

MAGIC PUNCHES

Level 7

EVASION

Succeed on a DEX save to take no damage, or half damage if you fail

STILLNESS OF MIND

Use your action to end Fear or Charm conditions

Level 10

PURITY OF BODY

Immunity to POISON AND DISEASE

Level 13

TONGUE OF THE SUN AND MOON

You know all languages

Everyone can understand you

Level 14

DIAMOND SOUL

Proficiency in all Saving Throws

If you fail a save, spend 1 KI to reroll

Level 15

TIMELESS BODY

You do not age

You do not need food and water

Level 18

EMPTY BODY

4 KI = Invisibility for 1 minute

Resist all damage except Force damage while Invisible

8 KI = Astral Projection

Level 20

PERFECT SELF

When you roll Initiative without KI, gain 4 KI

MONASTIC TRADITIONS

OPEN HAND

3) Use your punches to push, knock down, or slow your enemy 6) Once per day heal yourself 3 x Lvl 11) Cast SANCTUARY until your Long Rest! 17) When you punch, 3 KI = have target make a CON save to either DIE or take 10d10 Necrotic damage

SHADOW

3) 2 KI = DARKNESS, DARKVISION, PASS WITHOUT TRACE, or SILENCE 3) Gain MINOR ILLUSION 6) Teleport in shadow up to 60 ft through shadow, then have advantage on your first attack. 11) Invisibility in shadows until your take a major action 17) React to an nearby ally hitting an enemy to attack

FOUR ELEMENTS

3) Elemental PRESTIDIGITATION plus an Elemental Discipline 3) Gain a new one at 6th, 11th ,and 17th levels

FANGs OF THE FIRE SNAKE (1 KI): Punches gain 10 ft reach and 1d10 Fire

FIST OF FOUR THUNFERS (2 KI): Cast THUNDERWAVE

FIST OF UNBROKEN AIR (2 KI): STR save to take 3d10 Bludgeoning and be pushed 20 ft, or half as much on a success

RUSH OF THE GALE SPIRITS (2 KI): Cast GUST OF WIND

SHAPE OF SLOWING RIVER (1 KI): Create a 30 foot large ice flow in a body of water within 120 ft

SWEEP OF CINDER STRIKE (2 KI): Cast BURNING HANDS

WATER WHIP (2 KI): 3d10 Bludgeoning damage and pulled 25 ft on a failed DEX save, or half as much on a success

CLENCH OF THE NORTH WIND (6th LVL, 3 KI): Cast HOLD PERSON

GONG OF THE SUMMIT (6th LVL, 3 KI): Cast SHATTER

FLAMES OF THE PHOENIX (11th LVL, 4 KI): Cast FIREBALL

MIST STANCE (11th LVL, 4 KI): Cast GASEOUS FORM

RIDE THE WIND (11th LVL, 4 KI): Cast FLY

BREATH OF WINTER (17th LVL, 6 KI): Cast CONE OF COLD

ETERNAL MOUNTAIN DEFENSE (17th LVL, 5 KI): Cast STONESKIN

RIVER OF HUNGRY FLAME (17th LVL, 5 KI): Cast WALL OF FIRE

WAVE OF ROLLING EARTH (17th LVL, 6 KI): Cast WALL OF STONE

KENSEI (XANATHAR)

3) Gain Calligraphy or Painter tools, plus a new weapon proficiency 3) Punch while holing your weapon to gain +2 AC 7) Bonus action to deal an extra 1d4 damage 11) Your weapon attacks are magical and deal extra damage using your punch 11) 1-3 KI = Bonus to an nonbonus magical weapon equal to the Ki spent 17) Once per day, when you miss an attack, reroll the attack

SUN SOUL (XANATHAR)

3) Shoot Radiant damage shots as a punch 6) 2 KI = BURNING HANDS 11) 150 ft Radiant bomb (2d6 + 1d6 for each Ki you spend) 15) Bonus action Sun Shield (5 + WIS Radiant damage as a reaction to an attacker)

DRUNKEN MASTER (XANATHAR)

3) Bonus Performance and Brewer’s Kit proficiency 3) When your Flurry of Blows, get a free Disengage and +10 ft move 6) Get up from prone using 5 ft 6) 1 KI = If you miss on an attack, try to hit another target within 5 ft 11) 2 KI = cancel a Disadvantage 17) Make up to 5 Flurry of Blows on different creatures

[th3p1nkfr34kconfesses]

3 weird facts about myself.

Friend on facebook did the tag challenge thing and I genuinely liked this one because it was a bit fun but yeah.

Three weird and embarrassing facts about myself:

1. I had pica as a young child. (pica is an eating disorder where the person will eat non edible or non food items, i.e. paint, dirt, paper). I ate paper and apparently a lot of it. My mother and doctor managed to get me to stop by some miracle when I was about 8 years old. Though I won’t lie occasionally I still crave and have a desire to eat paper and have actually absent mindedly done so. 

2. I couldn’t properly spell the word “Friday” until nearly the end of second grade. Don’t ask me why. I’m not sure. I always spelled it “Firday” or even “Freday”. It was one word that just wouldn’t stick. Even after being told countless times I could not spell the word “Friday”. 

3. I went to a school of barely 300 children from the time I started school until the middle of 4th grade when I moved. I lived in a very very small town, which is no longer small, and I didn’t realize schools actually got that big. I even got lost my first day and had to go to a random class to ask for help to find my own class. I was picked on for weeks because people didn’t understand why I couldn’t figure out my way around the school. 

[jakaltimes]

FIRST-CLASS FRIDAYS: CLERIC

Hi all, welcome to First-Class Fridays. This series will be my review of each basic D&D Fifth Edition player class. I will stress this is an ANALYSIS of this class, not a textbook recounting. Please consult your friendly neighborhood Player’s Handbook for more clarification.

STATS Let’s break down how the 6 stats relate to the Cleric:

STRENGTH

Primary Attack Stat

DEXTERITY

Secondary Attack Stat

CONSTITUTION

Average HP at d8

INTELLIGENCE

2/5 skills use this

WISDOM

Spellcasting Stat

Saving Throw Proficiency

Required Skill for multiclassing

2/5 skills use this

CHARISMA

Saving Throw Proficiency

1/5 skills use this

STARTING OUT

You start proficient wielding simple weapons. You are used to wearing light and medium armor, as well as shields, which you gain if you become a cleric later in life.

Your opening kit guarantees a smasher, some armor, an quick-draw shooter, a outdoorsy backpack, your holy symbol and a shield. You can reject this loot in favor of an average of 125 GP.

At level 1, you get the following stuff:

DIVINE DOMAIN

The primary “flavor”of your god

Gives you abilities at 1st level: upgrades at 2nd, 6th, 8th, and 17th levels

Gives your bonus spells at 1st, 3rd, 5th, 7th, and 9th levels

SPELLCASTING

You can cast Cantrips for free

You can cast spells using Spell Slots

You technically know ALL CLERIC SPELLS

You can pick your spells to cast each day

You can cast Rituals

You use a holy symbol to cast spells

LEVELING UP Basic stuff

Your Channel Divinity (see below) upgrades at 2nd, 6th, and 18th levels

You get 5 Ability Score Improvements: 4th, 8th, 12th, 16th, and 19th levels

You learn new spell levels at 3rd, 5th, 7th, 9th, 11th, 13th, 15th, and 17th levels

Level 2

CHANNEL DIVINITY

CHANNEL DIVINITY

You choose if you are going to use a Domain Ability or Turn Undead

Domain abilities differ between gods

Turn Undead either scares away baddies or destroys them (starting at 1/2CR)

Turn Undead ability starts at 5th level and upgrades at 8th, 11th, 14th, and 17th levels

Level 10

DIVINE INTERVENTION

You call up your god for DIRECT ACTION

The percent chance your god listens to you is equal to your Cleric Level

Either is once Per Week, or once Per Long Rest

MAX LEVEL

Your god intervenes for you EVERY TIME

DIVINE DOMAINS

KNOWLEDGE

Spells per Level 1) COMMAND, IDENTIFY 3) AUGURY, SUGGESTION 5) NONDETECTION, SPEAK WITH DEAD 7) ARCANE EYE, CONFUSION 9) LEGEND LORE, SCRYING

1) 2 Free Skills (with double proficiency): Acrana, History, Nature, Religion

1) Your 1st level or higher healing spells give 2+Spell Level HP

2) Channel Divinity: Gain a new Proficiency for 10 Minutes

6) Channel Divinity: Read a creature’s thoughts and command them

8) Add you Wisdom Bonus to your Cleric Spell CANTRIP Damage

17) Spend a number of mintues equal to your Wisdom Score to learn who

previously owned an object, or what happened at a certain place

LIFE

Spells per Level 1) BLESS, CURE WOUNDS 3) LESSER RESTORATION, SPIRITUAL WEAPON 5) BEACON OF HOPE, REVIVIFY 7) DEATH WARD, GUARDIAN OF FAITH 9) MASS CURE WOUNDS, RAISE DEAD

1) Bonus proficiency: Heavy armor 1) Your 1st level or higher healing spells give 2+Spell Level HP 2) Channel Divinity: You use a pool of HP equal to 5x your Cleric level to heal any number of your allies 6) Your healing spells heal you for the bonus damage 8) Your first attack deals 1d8 Radiant damage (upgrades at 14th level) 17) Your healing spells which roll dice instead give MAX TOTALS

LIGHT

Spells per Level 1) BURNING HANDS, FAERIE FIRE 3) FLAMING SPHERE, SCORCHING RAY 5) DAYLIGHT, FIREBALL 7) GUARDIAN OF FAITH, WALL OF FIRE 9) FLAME STRIKE, SCRYING

1) Bonus Spell: LIGHT 1) Blind an enemy to protect yourself 2) Channel Divinity: Dispel magical darkness and sunburst your enemies 6) Blind baddies attacking your allies 8) Add you Wisdom Bonus to your Cleric Spell CANTRIP Damage 17) Be a safety Nightlight for your friends

NATURE

Spells per Level 1) ANIMAL FRIENDSHIP, SPEAK WITH ANIMALS 3) BARKSKIN, SPIKE GROWTH 5) PLANT GROWTH, WIND WALL 7) DOMINATE BEAST, GRASPING VINE 9) INSECT PLAGUE, TREE STRIDE

1) 1 Bonus Druid Cantrip and 1 Skill: Animal Handling, Nature, Survival 1) 1 Bonus Proficiency: Heavy Armor 2) Channel Divinity: Charm beasts and plants 6) Use your Reaction to grant resistance to one type of elemental damage to yourself or an ally 8) Your first attack deals 1d8 elemental damage (upgrades at 14th level) 17) Channel Divinity: Use your bonus action to dictate a charmed creature’s/plant’s next turn

TEMPEST Spells per Level 1) FOG CLOUD, THUNDERWAVE 3) GUST OF WIND, SHATTER 5) CALL LIGHTNING, SLEET STORM 7) CONTROL WATER, ICE STORM 9) DESTRUCTIVE WAVE, INSECT PLAGUE

1) Bonus Proficiency: Heavy Armor and Martial Weapons 1) Use reaction to shock back 2) Channel Divinity: Max out Lightning or Thunder damage 6) Use Lightning damage to push baddies away 8) Your first attack deals 1d8 Thunder damage (upgrades at 14th level) 17) Fly outdoors!

TRICKERY

Spells per Level 1) CHARM PERSON, DISGUISE SELF 3) MIRROR IMAGE, PASS WITHOUT TRACE 5) BLINK, DISPEL MAGIC 7) DIMENSION DOOR, POLYMORPH 9) DOMINATE PERSON, MODIFY MEMORY

1) Give an ally advantage on Stealth 2) Channel Divinity: Create a copy of yourself! 6) Channel Divinity: Vanish for a turn! 8) Your first attack deals 1d8 Poison damage (upgrades at 14th level) 17) Channel Divinity: Create up to 4 copies of yourself!!!!

WAR

Spells per Level 1) DIVINE FAVOR, SHIELD OF FAITH 3) MAGIC WEAPON, SPIRITUAL WEAPON 5) CRUSADER’S MANTLE, SPIRIT GUARDIANS 7) FREEDOM OF MOVEMENT, STONESKIN 9) FLAME STRIKE, HOLD MONSTER

1) Bonus Proficiency: Heavy Armor and Martial Weapons 1) Bonus action, extra attack! 2) Channel Divinity: +10 to your weapon attack 6) Channel Divinity: +10 to your ally’s weapon attack 8) Your first attack deals 1d8 extra damage (upgrades at 14th level) 17) RESISTANCE TO NON-MAGICAL WEAPONS

FORGE (Xanathar)

Spells per Level 1) IDENTIFY, SEARING SMITE 3) HEAT METAL, MAGIC WEAPON 5) ELEMENTAL WEAPON, PROTECTION FROM ENERGY 7) FABRICATE, WALL OF FIRE 9) ANIMATE OBJECTS, CREATION

1) Bonus Proficiency: Heavy Armor and Smith Tools 1) Once per day make a mundane weapon/armor into a +1 magic item! 2) Channel Divinity: Take an hour and create something metal that’s at most 100 GP 6) +1 to AC, and also FIRE RESISTANCE 8) Your first attack deals 1d8 fire damage (upgrades at 14th level) 17) IMMUNITY TO FIRE, and RESISTANCE TO NON-MAGICAL WEAPONS (while you wear heavy armor)

GRAVE (Xanathar)

Spells per Level 1) BANE, FALSE LIFE 3) GENTLE REPOSE, RAY OF ENFEEBLEMENT 5) REVIVIFY, VAMPIRIC TOUCH 7) BLIGHT, DEATH WARD 9) ANTI LIFE SHELL, RAISE DEAD

1) Healing a creature at 0 HP gives MAX HEALTH 1) Bonus Cantrip: SPARE THE DYING. You can cast it as a Bonus Action, with a range of 30 ft. 1) Sense nearby Undead for 1 turn 2) Channel Divinity: Make an enemy take double damage from the next thing to hurt them 6) Use your Reaction to turn a crit into a normal hit 8) Add you Wisdom Bonus to your Cleric Spell CANTRIP Damage 17) Once per day heal youself of an ally using the HP pool of a baddie

ARCANA (SWORD COAST)

Spells per Level 1) DETECT MAGIC, MAGIC MISSLE 3) MAGIC WEAPON, NYSTUL’S MAGIC AURA 5) DISPEL MAGIC, MAGIC CIRCLE 7) ARCANE EYE, LEOMUND’S SECRET CHEST 9) PLANAR BINDING, TELEPORTATION CIRCLE

1) Bonus Proficiency: Arcana 1) 2 Bonus WIZARD CANTRIPS 2) Channel Divinity: Your Turn Undead can apply to Celestials, Elementals, Fey, or Fiends 6) When you use a healing spell, you can end a spell’s effect on the target if it is of equal or lesser level 8) Add you Wisdom Bonus to your Cleric Spell CANTRIP Damage 17) 1 Bonus WIZARD SPELL of 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th Level!

DEATH (DMG)

Spells per Level 1) FALSE LIFE, RAY OF SICKNESS 3) BLINDNESS/DEAFNESS, RAY OF ENFEEBLEMENT 5) ANIMATE DEAD, VAMPIRIC TOUCH 7) BLIGHT, DEATH WARD 9) ANTILIFE SHELL, CLOUDKILL

1) 1 Bonus Proficiency: Maritial Weapons 1) 1 Bonus Necromancy Cantrip: such spell target an additional creature withing 5 ft of the first 2) Channel Divinity: Melee attacks deal Necrotic damage equal to 5 + (Cleric Level x 2) 6) Your Necrotic damage ignores Resistances 8) Your first attack deals 1d8 Necrotic damage (upgrades at 14th level) 17) Channel Divinity: Your Necromancy spells all target up to 2 creatures within 5 ft of each other!!

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FIRST-CLASS FRIDAYS: FIGHTER

Hi all, welcome to First-Class Fridays. This series will be my review of each basic D&D Fifth Edition player class. I will stress this is an ANALYSIS of this class, not a textbook recounting. Please consult your friendly neighborhood Player’s Handbook for more clarification.

STATS Let’s break down how the 6 stats relate to the FIghter

STRENGTH

Primary Attack Stat (if melee)

Saving Throw Proficiency

1/8 skills use this

Required Skill for multiclassing

DEXTERITY

Primary Attack Stat (if ranged)

1/8 skills use this

Required Skill for multiclassing

CONSTITUTION

Above-Average HP at d10

Saving Throw Proficiency

INTELLIGENCE

Spellcasting Stat (if applicable)

1/8 skills use this

WISDOM

4/8 skills use this

CHARISMA

1/8 skills use this

STARTING OUT

You start out being able to use ALL ARMOR AND WEAPONS.

No tool proficiencies :(

Your opening kit guarantees a melee and ranged weapon, some armor, leathers, and an outdoors backpack. You can reject this loot in favor of an average of 110 GP.

At level 1, you get the following stuff:

FIGHTING STYLE

Archery: Bonus damage when you shoot

Defense: Bonus AC

Dueling: Bonus damage using 1 hand

Great Weapon: Chance to reroll higher Damage on weapons which use two hands

Protection: React to a friend getting hit by harassing the attacker

Two-Weapon: When duel wielding, you can use your Bonus Action to attack again.

SECOND WIND

Once per rest, regain some HP equal to your Hit Die

LEVELING UP Basic stuff

You get 7 ABILITY SCORE IMPROVEMENTS: 4th, 6th, 8th, 12th, 14th, 16th, and 19th levels

You gain additional attacks on your turn at 5th, 11th, and MAX LEVEL

Druid Circle (Subclass) starts at 2nd level and upgrades at 6th, 10th, and 14th levels

Level 2

ACTION SURGE

Once per rest, you get two act twice on a turn

Upgrades at 17th Level

Level 9

INDOMITABLE

Once per Long Rest, you may redo a failed saving throw

Upgrades at 13th, and 17th Levels

MARTIAL ARCHETYPE

CHAMPION

3) You Critically hit on a 19 & 20 7) Your STR/DEX/CON check your aren’t proficient in get half your prof. bonus 7) You get bonus feet on your Long Jump equal to your STR 10) Gain one extra Fighting Style! 15) Your Crit Range increases to 18′s 18) When you have between 0 and half HP, gain some HP!

BATTLE MASTER

3) You gain 3 Maneuvers (special combat moves) which use Superiority Die 3) Gain one Tool Proficiency... 7) Spend 1 minute watching your enemy to learn 2 abilities of them 10) Upgrade your Superiority die! 15) When you start combat with not Superiority, gain one! 18) Upgrade your Superiority die!

  MANEUVERS

  COMMANDER'S STRIKE: Have an ally attack instead of you

  DISARMING STRIKE: Hit an opponent to make them drop their weapon

  DISTRACTING STRIKE: Hit an opponent to create an opening

  EVASIVE FOOTWORK: Increase your AC when you move

  FEINTING ATACK: Use your bonus action to gain advantage on your attack

  GOADING ATTACK: Force a target to attack only you

  LUNGING ATTACK: Temporarily increase your melee reach

  MANEUVERING ATTACK: Have an ally move in to attack

  MENACING ATTACK: Frighten a target with your attack

  PARRY: Reduce damage from an attack on you

  PRECISION ATTACK: Increase your chance to hit on an attack

  PUSHING ATTACK: Force a target to move on a hit

  RALLY: Give an ally temporary HP

  RIPOSTE: React to an attack missing with your own attack

  SWEEPING ATTACK: Attack two creatures with one attack

  TRIP ATTACK: Knock a target prone on a hit

ELDRITCH KNIGHT

3) Gain (Limited) WIZARD SPELLCASTING 3) Bond to your weapon: it teleports into your hand! 7) Cast cantrips and then attack 10) Hit a creature and give them disadvantage on your next spell 15) Teleport as part of your Action Surge 18) Cast ANY SPELL then attack!

ARCANE ARCHER (XANATHAR)

3) PRESTIDIGITATION or DRUIDCRAFT 3) Magic arrow abilities (2 options, upgrades each feature)

BANISHING: Incapacitate target into the Feywild for 1 turn

BEGUILING: Deal Psychic damage and Charm target

BURSTING: Force-exploding arrows!

ENFEEBLING: Necrotic arrows which weaken the target

GRASPING: Ensnare the target in vines

PIERCING: This arrow uses DEX saves instead of attack rolls

SEEKING: Homing arrows!

SHADOW: Blinding arrows

7) Nonmagical arrows become magical 7) Use your bonus action to redo an arrow attack 15) Regain 1 Magic arrow shot at the start of combat

CAVALIER (XANATHAR)

3) Bonus Fighter proficiency 3) Its easy for you to mount and stay on your Mount 3) Mark targets with your attacks to keep them from ignoring you 7) Ward an ally against an attack 10) Increase your Opportunity attack range, and stop their movement 15) Run over your targets 18) Extra opportunity attacks

SAMURAI (XANATHAR)

3) Bonus Fighter proficiency and a new language! 3) Fighting Spirit: Bonus Action Temp HP! 7) Persuasion uses CHA and WIS 7) Gain proficiency in WIS saves (or INT/CHA saves) 10) Regain use of Fighting Spirit at the start of combat 15) Trade attack advantage for extra attacks! 18) Respond to death by gaining an immediate extra turn

PURPLE DRAGON KNIGHT (SWORD COAST)

3) Heal allies with your Second Wind 7) Double Persuasion, plus possible Fighter proficiency 10) Have an ally react by attacking 15) When you reroll an INT/WIS/CHA save, have an ally reroll their’s too