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jackalopedoodles · 4 years ago

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I don’t normally do this kind of content but @prof-peach opened up for OCs and I couldn’t resist! Jackie’s less of an OC and more of my self insert for the games but have her anyways! :)

Jackie is a tried and true Driftveil girl, and as such is pretty harsh. She grew up playing with the rock types that were often around there and getting lost in caves, and as such her trademark stubbornness grew. She’s the type to get lost and refuse to ask for directions, instead trying every single road possible until she stumbles on the right one. It’s slow and very much beating your head against a wall but it works and she has yet to see it fail her.

As soon as she was granted her first Pokémon she found her true passion. Pokémon themselves.

Her first Pokémon like many naive young trainers was a fire type, and by golly was it a hectic time in the early stages.

Her father had sent her a Pokémon from where he had moved, the Johto region, and as such Charcoal became her very first partner, a rather rambunctious cyndaquil who’d prefer to fight than hide.

Time has passed and she has managed to screw a bit more of a reasonable head on her shoulders now.

She’s stopped traveling, mostly after discovering the costs of constantly being on the move, and instead managed to settle into Dotaku Island. She’s not great with the grass types but that’s not why she’s there, let’s be honest.

While the island may specialize in grass types it also gets many rejects, and with those come many many fire. She’s the one to call when you have a fire type being too unruly or chaotic, where she’ll come in, scoop up the creature or tempt it away from where it can cause harm. She essentially does damage control, making sure no other Pokémon can be seriously hurt by the traumatized fire Pokémon that make their way to the island.

She’s got a lot of burns on her body, maybe a third of them from her younger years first dealing with fire types. The ones on her hands however are typically from her awful cooking, she’ll pull cookies out of the oven, realize there’s no space on the counters, and then just stand there holding them while they burn her fingers because she doesn’t know what to do and she doesn’t want to drop them or burn them by placing them back in the oven.

She’s had quite a few mistakes and the scars on her body are there to prove it but never once has she thought about giving up and stopping caring for Pokémon. She knows from personal experience how hard fire types can be to handle and she wants to do her best to give them all a second chance, to teach others the same stubbornness she has, to get them to care enough to stick past the burns and pain until you get to the Pokémon themself.

TEAM:

(Not pictured) Charcoal the Typhlosion

As mentioned before, Charcoal is a pokemon always raring for a fight, and at first that included with or without his trainers consent. For a while Jackie found herself running after her pokemon as he got into fights, at first scooping him up when he wouldn’t listen. Eventually the trademark burns on her upper arms happened, another incident where she thought the best way to stop Charcoal was to physically keep him from fighting and he reacted in kind by breathing fire on the arms that held him in place. Somehow Jackie managed not to drop the pokemon. Eventually the cyndaquil tired himself out and, with a bit of guilt on both sides, the two of them got down to coming to an understanding, Jackie admitting she’d take him out for more exercise and fighting as long as he waited for her permission before attacking somebody elses pokemon.

Now he’s evolved to a full Typhlosion where he follows his trainer around waiting for someone to look at them wrong so he can fight them. He helps her dealing with the bigger fire types who need a good smack before they can be calm enough to listen.

(Pictured) Rorsch and Tuskki, the twins, Espeon and Umbreon

Rorsch and Tsukki aren’t actually twins. That’s the first thing. Jackies first Pokémon she wanted to catch was an eevee, the tiny fuzzy Pokémon sounded like an amazing cuddle partner and an easy enough first catch, and she quickly managed to find and capture Rorsch. However on the train home she found an eevee, sleeping under the seats, angry and alone. She took the same train every night and eventually it became common sight for passengers to see the two reviews curled up around her sleeping form. She caught Tsukki and the two have been close ever since. They did everything together despite their very different natures, Tsukki brash and quick to judge and Rorsch calmly and logically.

When the two evolved (Tsukki first surprisingly and Rorsch the upcoming dawn) Rorsch made it a habit to clean up after both his trainer and his brother with his new psychic abilities and Tsukki used his unique patterning to light up the nights so the trio could always see where they’re going. They tend to stick quite close to Jackie and if you see the twins their trainer isn’t far away, while her other pokemon take to wandering a bit more.

(Not pictured) Chip a Kabutops

Chip is another abandoned pokemon, though Jackies meeting with him was a bit more aggressive than Tsukkis.

Fossil recovery is a newer process and not every trainer knows what they’re going to get. As far as Jackie can tell, Chip was recovered and the trainer was put off by his looks, so they released him out onto the beach. Unfortunately introducing any new pokemon into the wild where they don’t belong can be bad, especially if that pokemon is new to this world entirely and has no idea where he is or what’s going on. He lashed out a lot at the wildlife until he managed to secure himself a bit of a home, constantly fighting anyone who came near. Eventually Jackie heard tell of it and curiosity got the better of her. A few fights between Charcoal and Chip and a big hug for the scared pokemon and Chip felt much more comfortable leaving safely with Jackie then defending himself constantly.

He was already evolved when Jackie got to him, probably from his constant fighting. Now he wanders from Jackies side a lot, not comfortable with other pokemon, and instead can be found in the caves and beaches doing as he wishes until dinner time. He tries his best not to lash out to any other pokemon but he’s still scared he’ll have to defend himself and his new home and it’s hard to break that habit, so Jackie is more than willing to give him the space to just be alone. Besides, he always comes back when he needs a hug.

(Pictured) Sol (?)

Sols not an official part of the team in as much as he doesn’t have a pokeball, but he seems to have made himself part of it anyways. Jackie’s not sure how he managed to get onto the island or what his past is, but she is sure that he’s pretty young, quick to throw temper tantrums as he teethes his tusks, and practically stuck like glue to her ankles. The other pokemon have taken a liking to the tiny guy, as has Jackie, but she’s adamant to find his original trainer, if any, before she goes about adopting him permanently.

Hope you enjoyed, I know it’s very long but I was having fun writing it and getting some of my pokemons stories out on paper- er- digital paper.

#pokemon #prof-peach #professor peach #dotaku island #pokemon oc #doodles #Fanart #hope you enjoyed #some of these stories are years old #made them when I was a kid #hopefully i wasnt overstepping bounds #I like fire types and figured there was a need for a handler #too many grass types #too much danger #plus every fire type needs a hug #even if they burn you in the process

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agathasangel · 4 years ago

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you just don’t know it yet but baby, i’ve already got your heart (diane sherman x fem!reader NSFW)

both an anon and @magnifique-monstre requested yandere prompt 6 and 17 (i think?) so I’m gonna combine them because they would go together well

prompt 6: “Pretend you never saw that. I can’t stand it when you look so scared.”

prompt 17: “I’m the only thing keeping you safe from a filthy, disgusting world.”

warnings: everything, basically. it’s pretty fucked up actually. TW for drugging, stalking, dubcon, emetophobia warning (just one mention), kidnapping, etc. also teacher!diane

summary: Diane Sherman was your Professor, and then your girlfriend, and then your caretaker. As the days start to become hazy and mixed up with one another, you wonder if Diane is trustworthy.

Every day was basically the same. Wake up, take your meds, have breakfast with Diane. Then you would either accompany Diane to school or she would take you to the doctor’s or sometimes, if you felt up to it, she would take you on some sort of outing. She never liked to leave you alone and protectively followed you nearly everywhere you went. She took you home, and you would rest by her as she worked on her grading. At night Diane would make dinner for the two of you, the two of you would relax together, she would make sure you took the medication you needed at night and then you fell asleep in her arms.

It was nice. But you noticed that you started to forget things. You sometimes forgot how you even knew Diane, you even forgot your whole life before you met her at times. You were supposed to be on medical leave for a semester, which turned into a whole year, and- how long has it been now? You had no idea. You thought it was still summer, but the days started to blur together. The next year may have started, you had no way of knowing. Diane taught year round, so you went to school with her either way.

You remembered how everything started, though. You were a freshman, and you had moved across the country for college. You felt alone, and scared. You took a Chemistry class because you had to take some sort of science course, and it was the only one available when you signed up. You dreaded going, until you saw Professor Sherman. You struggled a bit in the class, so you went to her office hours. It was also a good excuse to talk to her, you thought.

She was a lot nicer than some of your other professors, and she helped you through the problems you struggled with.

“You know, students don’t usually like to come to my office hours, so feel free to show up whenever you need me. Alright, hon?”

“Of course. Thanks, Professor.”

How did it turn into this?

Oh, right. You and Diane started to get closer, and you started to come down with lots of rashes, general pains, and you started getting sick to your stomach more and more.

One day, you emailed Diane to tell her you couldn’t make it to her lab because you had thrown up that morning, to which she responded by asking what dorm you were in and if you needed anything.

It might be nice if you could bring me some saltines or something to settle my stomach? I have nothing in my dorm and can’t really stand up yet. Don’t worry about it though. I don’t want to get you sick, and are you even allowed in the dorms?

- (y/n)

I’ll be fine, and it really isn’t a big deal. We’re both adults, and I just want to help you.

- thinking of you, Prof. Diane Sherman

Next thing you remember, Diane showed up to your dorm a few minutes after your lab would have ended and brought not just crackers, but ginger ale, soup, water, blankets, and several different medicines. You talked for a while too, but couldn’t for the life of you remember what about. But you did remember that she stayed with you as long as you needed her, and promised to come back if you needed it.

You didn’t get better. You managed to get through your finals and pass your first semester classes, but you ended up having to spend much of Winter break in the hospital. Your parents came to visit, as did Diane. Diane actually came back every day, making sure you were okay.

You remembered that because of the silver necklace Diane gave you that Christmas that you still wore every single day. You felt bad when you got it because you didn’t think to get her a gift, but she told you not to worry about that, this was just a little thing that made her think of you. Besides, you were in the hospital!

“You know (y/n), I don’t have anyone else to visit over the holidays. I’m glad I get to be with you. I just wish it were under better circumstances.”

You started feeling a bit better and were able to come back for your second semester classes. You didn’t have Diane as a professor anymore, but you started to become friends. You would get coffee, or dinner. One night she asked you to come home with her, and be her girlfriend, to which you immediately agreed.

You slowly spent fewer nights at your dorm and more nights with Diane, and then you got sick again. After that, she convinced you to move in with her full-time, and you’ve been living in her house and sleeping in her bed ever since.

Right now, you were sitting in Diane’s and your bed, as she made dinner. You struggled to remember what happened next. This was when everything started to blend together. Your illnesses worsened even more shortly after you moved in with Diane. You remember being confined to the very same bed as Diane helped you do your finals from home, as she explained the situation to your parents and easily charmed them, convincing them you were in great hands.

“(Y/n), time for dinner!”, Diane called. She then walked to the bedroom to check if you needed any help.

“I’m fine, actually. I’ve been feeling a little better.”

“Good. Such a brave, good girl. Now eat up, alright baby?” cooed the older woman as she led you to the table and sat you down.

“Well, physically I’ve been feeling better, but-”

“What? What’s wrong? Have I not been paying enough attention to you? Are you feeling sad? anxious? My poor baby-”

“No, none of that. I’ve just been- forgetting things. Like, big chunks. My memories are so foggy. It’s hard for me to think at all sometimes.”

“Oh, honey, that’s just a side effect of your medication. It’s okay, it won’t last forever. And I’ll help you fill in any gaps you need until then. But you don’t need to worry. Not when you’re with me. Okay angel?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Oh, we’re in that kind of mood, are we?”

“Is that okay?”

“Very, very, okay, little one.”

Mommy was what you called Diane most often during sex. It turned her on immensely, and it excited you as well.

Diane grabbed you and brought you to the bed, tearing off your clothes.

“Are you still feeling good?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Such a good girl for me. Such a good girl for Mommy.”

You spread your legs for her and she started touching you. But then-

“Mommy stop please. I can’t do this, Diane-”

“Alright. I’m sorry, I’ll go get your meds.

Diane went to the bathroom to get your meds and sleep aids.

“D-Diane?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why can’t I remember things? I can’t even remember some things about my family.”

“A side effect of some of your medication sweetie. I told you that.”

“You did?”

“Yes. I will tell you this, my love. People have hurt you, in your past. I remember when we met you were having such a difficult time. You wanted friends, you had so much trouble making friends. The other students were so mean to you. Your parents they- they acted like having to come see you when you were in the hospital was some kind of inconvenience. It was awful. You were so lonely.”

“I know I was lonely.”

“Yes, sweetheart. You needed someone. You needed me. I have to be the one to take care of you. I am the only person that can love the way you deserve to be loved. I’m the only thing keeping you safe from a filthy, disgusting world. And I need you too. I need to love and protect you.”

“Yes, Diane. I need to sleep now.”

“Alright. Come here, darling,” said Diane. She held you until you fell asleep.

Next thing you knew, you were tied to the pole in the basement with several ropes. Diane was tying more and more ropes around you, around different parts of your body. The world felt heavy, blurry, fluid.

“Please stop, Diane. Why are you doing this?”

“It’s for your own good, darling. Trust me. You need this.”

The ropes began to cover your entire body. Your face, eyes, neck. Especially your neck. There was a sharp sting on your neck.

Your eyes flew open, and you awoke in a cold sweat, and screamed.

It was just a dream, I’m safe, thank God. Diane would never-

But then you noticed Diane. She was holding a small syringe, that seemed empty. And your neck stung. She was startled by your scream, clearly not expecting you to have woken up.

“Pretend you never saw that. I can’t stand it when you look so scared.”

“What did you do to me? What was in there, Diane?”

“You need it, sweetheart. I know you don’t like needles.”

“No. Why didn’t you tell me? What’s going on?”

“You need this. You need me. Your-”

You searched for the syringe and found it. There was a thick, black residue on it, and you sniffed it. It gave you a head rush.

“You’ve been drugging me. This is why I’ve forgotten things, isn’t it?”

“Come on, angel. You know I wouldn’t”

“But-”

“Don’t worry, just go back to sleep.”

You did feel tired. So tired. And you couldn’t even remember what you and Diane were even fighting about. So you went to sleep in her arms.

The next morning, Diane made you breakfast.

“How did you sleep, (y/n)?”

“I don’t know. I think I had a nightmare but I can’t remember-”

“Oh no! At least you can’t remember it, right?”

“I- I guess so.”

Diane felt relief that you didn’t remember what happened last night. Her plan was working. You would be hers, her precious girl, forever. All that work to find you, to make you trust her, making you sick, making you need her. She knew everything about you. You were her perfect girl, and she was yours. And you always would be.

#diane sherman #diane sherman x reader #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #my fics #sarah paulson fics #im actually pretty proud of this one

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elysianslove · 5 years ago

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hi! how have you been since the hell that ensued after halloween is?

also could you do a batboys college au? like their major and how the reader would meet them and all that jazz? 👉👈

-🐥

hi anon!! i’m not sure what ur talking about @ the halloween stuff hvsdhjs but! here are the batboys hc’s! i’m not very familiar with duke thomas’s character enough to write about him tbh, so he’s not included here :( but if you want me to add him let me know!! i hope you enjoy!!

dick grayson

out of all the batboys i really didn’t know how to choose a major for him

but

i think he’d do law tbh, specifically criminal law

his main motivation to become a police officer in bludhaven had been to be able to help people in any way he can

i forgot if it’s canon or not but he does realize how corrupt it is and he quits but that’s another thing we won’t get into that lmao

anyways yes let’s just stick with law

meeting you !

he shares one or two courses with you

one that’s really early in the morning

and one that’s later on in the afternoon

dick is like a magnetic okay

anywhere he goes people are just attracted to him

like literally he will breathe

but someone call the ambulance there’s a person that’s passed out bc of how beautiful he is

but this is an 8 am class 😃

so there’s no way ur awake enough to notice him

coincidentally he sits next to you one time

and this is the one time

you decide

yeah lemme just fkn sleep is uni even worth it

dick definitely notices right away but he doesn’t say anything

he thinks you look so cute passed out on your desk like this 🥺

when the professor signals the end of the class, he watches as people file out and then he just leans over and nudges you slightly

you nearly punch him bc he scared you ❤️

he just laughs and goes “class is over”

you just sigh like the guilt starts to hit you and your heart begins to sink

and he sees your disappointed face and just goes

“i took a lot notes. i can share them w you?”

lifesaver in every single way dick grayson 😻😻😻

you had another class that you had to run to and you were rushing

he was like “dw i’ll just give them to you whenever i see you next”

and you 🏃🏻‍♀️ outta there

imagine ur surprise when u enter class at 12 pm and he’s there in all his glory

after the lecture is over, he walks up to you as you’re packing and asks if you want to go to the coffee shop nearby

to take his notes of course

and you finally register just how handsome he is

so obviously you say yes wtf

and the rest is history 😼

he asks you out, properly, pretty early on tbh

so unfazed lmfao

now you take naps on his shoulder instead of the desk 💞💞💞

soooo into pda

kisses u when he first sees you

when you’re parting ways

when he feels like it

straight up cuddles w during lectures i’m not even joking

it’s disgusting how cute you two are

gets you coffee for all those 8 am classes u have w him hehe

study dates always turn into karaoke sessions somehow don’t even ask lmao

jason todd

english literature

this is a collective agreement right?

right

definitely english literature

i dont even think he wants to go to uni but he’s going to waste time plus this is bruce’s money 😏🤑

your major doesn’t necessarily have to be english literature as well

but you share one class

and my god

you two disagree on everything

like every little thing

at this point if he says something and you slightly agree internally you’ll still say some opposing shit

that’s kinda what draws you to him

at first you genuinely had nothing against him

but then this kind of rivalry developed for no specific reason

but it was fun

and he was hot

so seeing him get flustered or angry made him even hotter somehow

but then

but t h e n

you’re not sure if your professor like ships you or something

so you’re assigned a debate topic on one of the books you’d discussed in class/one of the books you’ve read outside, and within each group are the two sides for and against

not only were you in the same team as jason, but you were on the same side as him

so you had to work with him

the audacity of the professor omg

but jason needs this course

and

well you don’t but it’s too late to back out now

you two meet in the campus library after deciding on a book with the other two of your team

and

honestly???

you two work so well together

like insanely well

during the debate you destroyed the other team

spoiler alert

doing so well with jason kinda made you like hot and bothered

seeing him in his zone

sexy <3

what i mean to say is

you both end up making out in some storage room lmfao

or hate sex 😏

professor has a phd in matchmaking 🤔😻

i think you two don’t admit you like each other

bc you’re both stubborn as fuck

but eventually you’re literally on his lap on his couch and it just hits you

and you lean back and go

“wanna go out w me”

and he just shrugs and goes “sure” and pulls you in for more kissing hehe

he’s not v good at the boyfriend thing tbh

you have to chase him around and be like “sir!!! did u forget about me huh!!!”

he doesn’t mean to i promise

he gets all blushy and flustered once he realizes

only ever into pda if he’s insanely jealous

will straight up make out w u regardless of where u are or who ur with lmfao

he’s still getting used to the little intimacies and all

debates in class are so much more fun now cause he finds it so hot when u get all riled up hehe

that eng lit professor is so happy for you two omg

tim drake

okay i also couldn’t really decide for him

but maybe he’d study something like physics (or maybe computer engineering/computer science)

idk u have to have a death wish to wanna major in physics so tim’s major it is

i’m not sure how it works for every other uni but my uni requires 6 credits of sciences to graduate

so let’s say for the sake of this hc u take like just the first level of physics to get 3 credits

and

you’re struggling 😃👍🏼

so you like approach your professor with a few questions before the quiz

but tim is also there

and he kinda makes small talk while you two wait outside the office

and he asks why you’re here

you show him

and he’s like “oh i took this course w the same professor as well, i could help?”

it’s like an angel had descended from the heavens for you personally

you take his number and decide to meet up with him after a few hours

he’s of so much more help than your professor would’ve been, even if ur prof is a really nice and smart person

and he’s super like

patient with you?

also he pays for all the coffee and snacks you’re getting after you already get them

ur like bruh i didnt

dont pay pls

and he’s like no im loaded let me 😼

swooning <3

and guess what!!

you ace the quiz out of some miracle

first thing you do is text him and he congratulates you

and then

bc ur not blind and tim is so fucking cute

you’re like “can i take u out to thank u”

tim’s brain stops working but !

he does say yes eventually

he becomes your designated physics tutor + your amazing boyfriend

being with tim is so like

chill

it’s a very relaxed time

lots of study dates! and cafe dates! all hours of the day whether the sun is up or not

into pda but to a certain degree

like yes of course have a kiss pretty baby

but also it will only be a small peck

any time anyone passes by like common rooms you two will be there snuggling on the couch, one or both of you completely passed out

damian wayne

business major 100%

or a bsba econ major, which is basically the business side of economics

he has to take over his father’s company one day duh

also i genuinely think damian would excel in this field

he’s a very keeps to himself kinda guy in uni

like you only ever see him in your common classes and then he just

disappears

anyways there was this party that everyone was going to, and damian wasn’t planning to

but dick accidentally read some groupchat’s messages and was like are u going

damian went 🏃🏻‍♀️

but dick was like go and try to make friends !!!!

and dames cant say no to his big bro 🥺 so he goes

stays in a corner on the settings app the entire time

like half an hr in he just leaves and is walking home/back to his dorm when you come like rushing up to him

you’re zooming

and then you just latch onto his hand and lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear “this person’s been following me for like 15 mins just please go along w this”

he kinda stiffens but when he does notice that there’s a person eyeing you he slips his arm around your waist and just carries on walking

he walks you to your home/dorm and is like

so awkward

but it’s okay ! ur a people’s person enough for the two of you

you thank him so much over and over

and then you’re like

“can i take you out on a real date?”

and then he becomes ur real boyfriend hehe

is still super stiff but it’s only bc he’s so hyper aware of how attractive you are

and i’m super positive he doesn’t have that much experience with dating so

you hold the reigns

but he’s a great boyfriend all in all tbh

super attentive, super protective, and so loving

isn’t into pda especially on college campus but he does like subtle pda

things like linking your pinkies or giving you his hoodie to just parade around campus hehe

end note; i’m sorry if these feel rushed or anything like. i used to be an avid writer for the batboys, but i just haven’t been feeling it lately. i still love to write from them bc i know these boys so well eeeeppp. anyways feel free to request some more!!

#dc comics x reader #dc comics headcanons #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd headcanon #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson headcanon #tim drake x reader #tim drake headcanon #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon #batboys x reader #batboys headcanons

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singingcroissants · 4 years ago

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Long Nights

Hi everyone! Somewhere in my New Years crisis I ended up writing my first ever fanfiction. Please comment if you have any requests! Enjoy :)

Five-centered college AU, Five x Reader fluff

To be fair, you had known about this project for weeks. You planned for it, spent every free second reading the book for your final essay, but in the end it was too difficult to find time to actually write the damn thing in between missions and training. And so here you were, the night before finals, cramming to write the 18 pages you needed to get a passing grade.

This week had been especially hard due to increased hours of after-school lessons with Professor Hargreeves. Since discovering your abilities and accepting you under his tutelage, he made a habit of pushing you beyond what you thought you could bear. If you were still standing at the end of a day, it was considered a win. As a result it had been days since you’d had a good night’s sleep, and the sound of the rain pattering against your window was soothing to the point of temptation. Just when you had begun to read the same sentence for a third time, head bobbing, the ringing of your phone startled you awake. Forcing yourself to straighten in your chair, you answered. The face of your boyfriend filled the screen, his gentle smile a welcome distraction from the monotony of your final.

“Hey, love. I’m surprised you’re still awake.”

You met Five your freshman year of college. You had claimed a table behind the library bookshelves as your own private escape during the hectic first few months at the university. One morning when your Wednesday class was abruptly cancelled, you decided to head over to your usual table to sip your coffee and check your emails before lunch. To your surprise and annoyance, a lanky boy with deep brown hair was already seated in your chair, his backpack propped up against the globe in the corner where your backpack should be.

Fueled by the first few sips of your coffee and a defensive urge over your one sacred space on your new campus, you walked up to him and mustered an already fading: “Uhm, hello.”

He turned to you, looking equally annoyed (and frankly, quite entitled for someone who’s sitting in your favorite leather-lined chair).

“Can I help you?”

“Uh, yes. See, I hate to be weird about this but you’re sitting at my table,” you stuttered.

With a level of indifference you wished you could feign, he responded: “I don’t see your name on it. And I think you’re confused; I’ve been studying at this table since September.”

A wave of heated embarrassment rushed over you as you realized: Today was Wednesday, and you should be in class right now. On a normal week, you only have time to visit the library on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but because your class was cancelled you’re here... and now you have to apologize to the boy sitting in front of you with that shit-eating grin. Nice.

You had intended to speak cautiously, but soon the words came pouring out in your humiliation. “Wow, aha... okay, so this is embarrassing but I just realized that normally I come here at this time on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and well, my class was cancelled and I’m probably going to guess that you only come here on Monday/Wednesdays?” Taking a small step backward, you caught your breath and grimaced, waiting for a response.

Slowly looking up, you were surprised to see a look of gentle understanding on the boy’s face. (Maybe he shared your loneliness in starting a new life at college, or maybe it was the scent wafting from your paper cup that made him cave, you’ll never know.) But after a moment’s hesitation, he moved his backpack from against the globe and motioned to the seat across from him.

“I’m Five, nice to meet you. And you should know this is extremely out of character for me, so I hope you appreciate the window seat.”

“Y/n?” He softly prompted, startling you from your exhaustion-induced daydream.

He continued, “I just wanted to check up on you, because I know you have a lot of work due tomorrow. I’m trying to finish my Physical Properties presentation before my meeting with the prof, but I was having trouble staying awake and I figured you might be doing the same.”

Pulled back to reality, your tired eyes focused on his as it dawned on you just how thoughtful he was, and just how late it was getting.

“Thanks for checking in Five,” you responded. “All I have left to write is the conclusion, but I think I might go to bed soon and wake up early tomorrow. How are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Not bad. Do you want to stay on facetime until you’re done for the night?”

As tempting as it was to go to bed right then, you didn’t want to lose the comforting presence of your boyfriend. You nodded, and said: “I’m gonna go get a blanket.”

You returned to the sight of your boyfriend wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, wearing it like a hood draped over his head. Against your better judgement and the late hour of the night, you laughed out loud.

“What? It sounded comfy.” After a pause, he smirked and added: “Tell anyone about this and I’ll have to kill you.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you worked. The glow from the string lights around your room gave the night a rare quality; in the sleepy haze it felt as if you and Five were the only people in the world, completely sheltered from the night before and the morning to come. An overwhelming urge came over you, and suddenly you shattered the peaceful atmosphere:

“Five, come over. Please.”

Blue never used to be your favorite color. But the more time you spent in the company of that loving, brave boy- the more you changed your mind. You were certain of it now, when mere seconds later a blue flash filled your room and shimmered before your eyes. In an instant, he was taking you in his arms, both of you now wrapped in the fluffy blanket he donned earlier in the night. “I needed you too,” he mumbled into your neck, placing small kisses up to your earlobe. You closed your eyes and took a mental picture of the moment, trying to impress his warmth and the encompassing smell of his cologne into your memory. With Five already leading you to the bed, you giggled sleepily: “I think I’m done with work for the night.”

His voice deepening, Five whispers: “I think so too.”

Both of you settled into bed, your head against this chest and his hand rubbing gentle circles on the small of your back. Tilting your head slightly, he placed his lips on yours in a honeyed, slow kiss goodnight. The rain continued outside, the raindrops against your window creating a lilting melody that echoed the peace you felt snuggled up together.

When your breathing slowed to a steady pace, Five leaned over and turned off your bedside lamp. As he was drifting to sleep, he smiled to himself, swearing never to reveal that he finished his presentation the day before.

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tarteausuga · 5 years ago

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Contents: fluff, basketball player! Johnny Featuring: Johnny x reader, other members of NCT sporadically A/N: there could potentially be another part... word count: 2.4k-ish

In which you’re the head athletic trainer of the basketball team that Johnny is the captain of...

"Mark, I know you can wrap it yourself. I've taught you multiple times." You breeze by one of the youngest players of the team who was begging you to wrap his ankle for him.

"You do it so much better though! I don't play as well if I do it myself." He whined as you rolled your eyes at him.

"You'll have to wait your turn then." You direct your attention to Johnny, the captain who has been nursing a sprained knee for the past few weeks. "Have you been icing it on and off like I've told you to?" You ask him but your attention is directed at his leg.

"Yes and I've been keeping it elevated. How can I not when you're in half of my classes nagging me during lectures?" He smirks at you but you don't pay him any attention.

"It looks a lot better now. I'll find you a knee brace and you shouldn't need to wrap it anymore." You smile, content with your treatment as you pin the bandage in place.

"You're a lot less scary when you smile, you know?" He jokes with you as you give him a slight push. Telling him to shut it before finally attending to the needy Mark Lee who is being touted as the next star of your university's basketball team.

You felt a lot of pride in your work with the team. Sure it was all for course credit towards your athletic training degree but something about it made you feel like you were part of the team. They relied on you and you often felt like you were supporting them through your work. You were never great at sports so this was your one way of being part of something that you love so much.

Your dedication had paid off as you had been named the head student trainer after years of running water bottles and hauling medical kits. Working under the advice of your professor, you were trusted to call the shots and unlike some of your classmates, your advising professor rarely questioned you.

"Alright boys, gather around." Johnny called out in his booming voice just as you were finishing up wrapping Mark's ankle. You then proceeded to help your junior trainers with packing up the kits and filling water bottles.

"Johnny is always watching you." One of the younger girls said to you and giggled.

"He's so hot, I wish he would look at me." Another girl pouted and you fought off the urge to roll your eyes in front of them.

You found that a lot of the students who signed up to be part of your team were mainly a) female and b) trying to get close with at least one of the players. It was frustrating on your end because it often meant more work for you as they were often too flustered or distracted to focus on their actual jobs.

"You know that I help to grade you guys, right?" You glare at them as you found yourself doing your kit inventories alone while they were busy giggling about the players.

"You're no fun. You can't possibly say you're not attracted to any of them." A third girl scoffed at you.

"I can honestly say that when you deal with their sweaty feet enough, they lose their allure." You lie as they all become visibly disgusted and finally start doing their jobs assigned by you. You stifle a smile as you look up and meet Johnny's eyes from across the room. The last thing you were going to do was admit to your juniors that you were interested in someone. And the second last thing you were going to do was tell them that the person in mind was none other than campus celebrity, Johnny Suh.

You approved the medical kits as Johnny dismissed the team and they proceeded towards the gym for warmups. You also sent your trainers to follow, reminding them to do their inspections of the gym and not ogling the team.

"Go easy on them." Johnny nudges you.

"That wouldn't be any fun then." You nudge him back.

"See? Much cuter with a smile on your face." He chuckles while running away before you can smack his arm.

There was always so much going on during game nights. The basketball team was the most popular on campus, beating out the soccer team somehow. There were hoards of fangirls in the stands screaming out the names of individual players. Then there was the band and of course, the cheerleaders but to no one's surprise, the players were the centre of attention.

Johnny seemed to thrive in this environment. He would flash a smile every once in a while to the girls in the stands, drawing screams sounding like they were in pain. You could even see some of the cheerleaders try not to lose their composure from the sidelines when they saw him push his hair out of his eyes.

"That kid is lucky he's great at basketball," the coach mumbled before shouting "FOCUS ON THE PLAY SUH!"

You couldn't help but fight back a chuckle as Johnny posted up a 3-pointer before saluting his coach.

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The game was over and while everyone was returning to their respective homes to rest after the exciting win, you were back in the training room making sure the team started their recoveries well: Attending to bruises, strains and pre-existing injuries as quickly as possible. Johnny often sat back and watched you work. Laughing to himself whenever you made a quick comment towards any of the guys.

"Are you going to ask y/n out anytime soon?" Jaehyun, another popular player on campus, slid next to his captain.

"Nah I'm just going to get rejected. I've tried every year and it's always a no." Johnny smiles fondly at all of the times you've turned him down.

"You seem oddly happy about that." Jaehyun frowns.

"We spend more time together like this. We would have to be separated if we started dating. Conflict of interest or whatever but I still ask every year just to make sure we feel the same way." Johnny explains.

"And you're okay with the rejection…" Jaehyun tries to confirm but Johnny only nods, continuing to watch you work with the team. "There are other girls out there. You know that right?" Jaehyun suggested.

Johnny tried not to seem physically disgusted at the prospect. "I'm aware, Jaehyun. Thanks." He said in his low tone that often scared the other players.

"Alright, I'm just saying." Jaehyun slid away.

When the room quiets down and all of the team has trickled out, you're left with melted bags of ice and cut up pieces of athletic tape surrounding you. But you're not alone as Johnny seats himself across from you on the training table.

"Is it my turn now?" He smiles.

"You need to pay attention better," you sigh with a faint smile, undoing the bandages wrapped around his knee, "one slip and you're doing to hurt your knee again."

Johnny always had knee problems. He tore his ACL during your second year of university and it never fully recovered after surgery. That was probably the toughest year of Johnny's career, facing the fact that he likely wouldn't make his dreams of playing in the NBA come to reality. You tenderly apply ice to his knee as he winces at the cold.

"You worry too much." He says.

"You make me worry." You respond quickly.

"At least you feel something for me." He lowers himself to look up into your concentrated gaze.

"Let's not do this now." You look away and go make an ice bag for him.

"Oh come on, we always do this. I ask you out, you reject me, we bicker back and forth then we both quietly know the feelings are still there." He leans over you at the ice machine.

The best you can do is sigh and roll your eyes, "you're insufferable, Johnny Suh."

"And that's why you love me." He looks for an agreeing smile from you expectantly. You force one to appease him.

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It was the morning before one of the last midterms of your university career. Nervous energy was all around as that classic air of tension flooded the campus as students wracked their brains with exam material. Your morning cup of relief, a coffee in your hand and Taeyong, one of your best friends and another member of the basketball team, talking your ear off.

"I spent all night making this tiny little cheat card my prof is letting us bring in but Yuta fucking spills water on it this morning, I was ready to kill the guy but-" he stopped talking when he noticed you stop dead in your tracks. He looked back to see you with a mortified look on your face. "Hey, what's up?" He gently touches your shoulder before turning towards your line of sight to see what had stopped you.

What he saw shocked him too. One of the cheerleaders who always made it known that she found Johnny attractive was seated on his lap in the food hall. He seemed disinterested but nonetheless, there she was. You immediately turn to walk the other way even though you were on your way towards your exam.

"Are you okay?" Taeyong struggled to catch up as you quickened your pace to make it in time while taking the long way around.

"It's fine, Taeyong. It's not like we're dating." You huff.

"I know but you guys like each other, don't you?" He asked.

"No," you lied, "I could never like someone like him so he can do whatever he wants."

"Hey." He finally stopped you.

"I don't have the time for this, I have to write my midterm." You slip away as you threw your untouched coffee in the trash. The thought of drinking coffee disgusted you all of a sudden. Your brain associated the beverage with Johnny as he was the one that introduced it to you during your first year of university.

You walked out of your exam and saw Taeyong waiting patiently outside. He had his fair share of fans around campus but he never entertained them as much as some of the other members of the team. He was often depicted as cold and scary so not many people approached him, unaware that he's one of the most kind-hearted people in your life.

"Hey, how did it go?" He asked you meekly.

"Pretty sure I bombed it," you sigh, "what about yours?"

"The twisted thing is that those cheat sheets force you to study so I guess I don't need to kill my roommate." You both laugh.

"Hey what are you guys laughing at?" You hear the voice you were dreading from behind you.

"I'll see you later, Taeyong." You say before quickly finding a new path for your afternoon.

"Is she okay?" Johnny asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"That's not for me to answer." Taeyong shrugs.

You try your best to act normal for practice that evening. You go through your usual motions of getting everyone taped up and ready but everyone seemed to notice your usual lack of spirit and friendly banter with the team. Even your junior trainers talk quietly about whether you broke up with Johnny despite you telling them repetitively that there wasn't anything going on between the two of you. You avoid his eye contact as their coach runs through their plays and generally avoid looking at him in general during the whole practice.

When the training room cleared out, you were left with Johnny again and you tried to rush through wrapping his ice bag onto his knee when he grabs your hand. He bends his neck down again to look into your eyes which were starting to fill up with tears.

"Hey what's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm just stressed about midterms." You turn away from him to wipe your tears.

"I'm sure you did fine," he uses his strength to force you to face him. "You're the smartest person I know."

"A lot of good that does me." You scoff.

"Did I do something?" He asked.

"It's nothing, Johnny. I'm fine." You insist but he's not convinced.

"Are you mad at me or something?" He finally struck a chord with you.

You can only look at him for a moment as you try to tell him why you're upset with him. How do you word this without making things even more complicated than they already are?

"You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just dumb and thought I was special but I'm just like every other girl out there for you. It's my fault." You try to force a smile but he only looks at you in confusion.

"Other girls? What other girls? Oh did you see me with…" he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he lets out a breath of frustration. "That bitch…" he mumbles to himself.

"What?" You say.

"You saw that, didn't you?" He read the expression on your face before continuing, "we were just talking about midterms when she suddenly sits on me. I asked what she was doing and she said she saw her ex and needed a cover because she's trying to get across the point that she's not into him anymore."

You continue to look at him, trying to figure out whether he's telling the truth when he continues his explanation.

"Did you see me touching her at all?" You shook your head in response. "I didn't want to push her off, I might have hurt her so I just let her be. Now I'm thinking she only did that because she saw you." He took your cold hands in his. "I only like you, alright? I've always liked you otherwise I wouldn't bug you so much about everything."

"But I keep rejecting and you can have literally any girl you want." You say quietly.

"And where am I? Hanging out with you whenever I can. Waiting for basketball to be over so we can maybe be an actual couple." He laughs.

"Really?" You ask with tear soaked eyes.

"Yeah." He says.

"That's… kind of dumb." You say with a soft laugh,

"Thanks, I love you too." He smiles, running his thumb over the lines of your hand.

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spiritualdirections · 4 years ago

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Communion in the Hand in the Early Church

My colleague Prof. Elizabeth Klein got a bee in her bonnet about certain traditionalist Catholics claiming that receiving communion in the hand is “an abomination”, and has never been practiced in the history of the Church. As a professor of patristics with a specialization in the history of liturgy, she was frustrated, since the historical record is clear. She typed up the following to make the evidence available.

TL;DR Early Christians definitely received communion in the hand for at least seven centuries. There is no historical question about this issue. The question of what we ought to do today is not the same question as what Christians did in the first seven centuries, but we must avoid sweeping generalizations about what counts as reverent.

Early Christians received communion in the hand at least up until the eighth century. The manner of reception is often described as cupped hands or hands in the form of a cross, and there is remarkable consistency in this detail. Attestations to this are widespread across time and geographical regions. The below represents a selection of these attestations in chronological order; it is by no means exhaustive.

Tertullian (North Africa; c. 155-220): Against Idolatry 7.1; Here Tertullian is chastising Christians who still participate in pagan sacrifices, lamenting that they use the same hands to touch the Eucharist as they do those sacrifices. He asks if they “should put their hands on the body of the Lord with which they have carried the bodies of demons.”

Cyril of Jerusalem (Jerusalem; c. 313-386)*: Mystagogical Catechesis 5.21; “Approaching, therefore, come not with your wrists extended or your fingers open, but make your left hand a throne for your right, which is on the eve of receiving the King. And having hollowed your palm, receive the body of Christ, saying after it amen. Then after you have with carefulness hallow your eyes by the touch of the Holy Body, partake of it, being careful lest you should lose any of it, for what you lose is a loss to you as if of your own members.”

*Note: Some have claimed that this passage is spurious. There is no reason to think so, but the mystagogical catechesis may be falsely attributed to Cyril of Jerusalem and are instead composed by his successor, John. For the purposes of evidence of what early Christians practiced, it makes no difference; the evidence would be from the same place, 50 years later.

Theodore of Mopsuestia (Syria; c. 350-428): Catechetical Homilies 6; “To receive the Sacrament which is given, a person stretches out his right hand, and under it he places the left hand. In this he shows a great fear, and since the hand that is stretched out holds a higher rank, it is the one that is extended for receiving the body of the King, and the other hand bears and brings its sister hand, while not thinking that it is playing the role of a servant, as it is equal with it in honour, on account of the bread of the King, which is also borne by it. When the priest gives it he says: ‘The body of Christ.’ He teaches you by this word not to look at that which is visible, but to picture in your mind the nature of this oblation, which, by the coming of the Holy Spirit, is the body of Christ. You should thus draw near with great awe and love, according to the greatness of that which is given: with awe, because of the greatness of (its) honour; and with love, because of (its) grace. This is the reason why you say after him: ‘Amen.’”

Augustine (North Africa; c. 354-430): In both quotations below, Augustine is pointing out that the Donatists also share the Eucharist with sinful priests (the Donatists argued that sinful priests could not offer valid sacraments).

Answer to the letters of Petillian 2.23.53; “Add to this the fact that I am referring to a man who lived with you, whose birthday festivities you used to frequent with great crowds, to whom you used to give the kiss of peace while celebrating the sacraments, in whose hands you used to place the Eucharist, to whom you in turn extended your hands when he was giving it to you.”

Answer to Parmenian 2.7.13; “Why, then, was he accustomed to offer gifts to God and were others accustomed to accept from him with joined hands what he, blemished and imperfect, had offered?”

Quinisext Council, AKA Council of Constantinople Trullo (Syria; 692): The canon is prohibiting the practice of receiving communion with a vessel rather than one’s hands.

Canon 101 “Wherefore, if anyone wishes to be a participator of the immaculate Body in the time of the Synaxis, and to offer himself for the communion, let him draw near, arranging his hands in the form of a cross, and so let him receive the communion of grace. But such as, instead of their hands, make vessels of gold or other materials for the reception of the divine gift, and by these receive the immaculate communion, we by no means allow to come, as preferring inanimate and inferior matter to the image of God.”

Venerable Bede (England; c. 672-735): In this passage, Bede is recounting the death scene of a certain brother was known for singing scripture verses. He foresees his death approaching although those around him do not.

Ecclesiastical History of England 4.24 “‘What need of the Eucharist? for you are not yet appointed to die, since you talk so merrily with us, as if you were in good health.’ ‘Nevertheless,’ said he, ‘bring me the Eucharist.’ Having received it into his hand, he asked, whether they were all in charity with him, and had no complaint against him, nor any quarrel or grudge.”

John Damascene (Syria; c. 675-749): On the Orthodox Faith 4.13; “Let us draw near to it with an ardent desire, and with our hands held in the form of the cross let us receive the body of the Crucified One: and let us apply our eyes and lips and brows and partake of the divine coal.”

Further questions and clarifications

Did early Christians receive while kneeling?

No. Kneeling on Sundays was forbidden at the Council of Nicaea (325) because at that time it was seen as being related to penance rather than reverence. The below image may help us visualize how early Christians received, although the details about the posture are not as widely attested.

The Rosanna Gospels (Italy; Sixth Century)

This image from a sixth century illuminated manuscript helps us to visualize how communion was received (at least by some) in the early Church. It depicts the Last Supper as a communion line. The disciple at the front of the line first offers thanks to God in prayer with hands raised, then bows and receives in cupped hands very close to his mouth. The other disciples in line tilt their heads in reverent prayer waiting their turn.

Was communion in the hand an exception in the early Church?

The plentiful evidence for communion in the hand means that it was not an exception, but normative. Taken out of context, sometimes certain passages from the Fathers (and later documents) seem to forbid communion in the hand, but they are usually referring to self-communion; i.e. taking the Eucharist oneself from the altar or at home by yourself from a reserve, and not receiving it from the hand of a minister. Self-communion was also allowed in the early Church, but Basil of Caesarea tells us that this practice is to be undertaken only under exceptional circumstances, such as a hermit, or in times of persecution when not everyone was readily able to attend the liturgy (Letter 93).

What about that weird eye thing?

Both Cyril of Jerusalem and John Damascene mention touching the Eucharist to one’s eyes before receiving. The posture in which the Eucharist was received in the hand may help explain this custom of reverence. As in the image above from the Rosanna gospels, the communicant is bowed with cupped hands to receive, and his hands are very close to his eyes. One could imagine passing these cupped hands over one’s eyes before receiving without physically touching the Eucharist.

However, we also have to keep in mind that reverence and understandings of reverence do change over time. Augustine, for example, mentions a miracle involving putting the Eucharist on someone’s eyes, which healed them (Unfinished Work Against Julian 3.162). He neither approves nor censures the mother who used the Eucharist in this way. Although we have no reason to think that this was a common practice, we would not consider that appropriate today nor seek to use the Eucharist for medicinal purposes. There is no golden age of the liturgy to which we should aim to return. Liturgical reforms, including signs of reverence, require sensitivity both to the tradition and to the needs of the modern church.

Did the Church totally reject this practice at some point?

Practices evolved in both East and West such that receiving directly on the tongue / into the mouth was normative. These changes are related to reverence, but the chief concern is the prevention of dropping or spilling – patens and unleavened bread in the West and spoons, drop cloths and tincture in the East both minimize Eucharistic mishaps. The prevention of spilling/dropping was also a chief concern of the Fathers in their recommendations, as mentioned in some of the citations above. However, the Church does not seem to have ever forgotten these earlier roots and practices of receiving communion. Take the following for an example.

In a vision recorded in the Passion of Perpetua and Felicity (North Africa; 3rd century), where Perpetua receives a piece of cheese from Jesus in paradise continued throughout the centuries to be identified as Eucharistic because of the way she received it, in cupped hands.

Pope Benedict XIV (Rome; 1748) interprets Perpetua’s reception of the cheese as a kind of miraculous reception of the Eucharist prior to martyrdom because it is called in Latin a buccella (morsel) and eaten reverently (On the beatification of the servants and canonization of the Blessed vol. 3, p. 180): “It is certain that in this vision one can discern a sketch of the Eucharist; in the morsel offered to Perpetua and in reverent accepting and eating of it and in the voices surrounding saying ‘Amen.’” (It should be noted that Pope Benedict specifically notes that “ipsa accepit junctis manibus”, that she received it with joined hands, which, as Dr. Klein notes, he describes as reverently receiving it.)

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poutyhannie · 5 years ago

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warnings: fluff, angst, smut, college!fem reader, college!felix, romantic fantasy

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You gaze down at the materializing letters stretching across your palm till your elbow. It was a mixture of Korean and English. The Korean characters were few and far in between but were delicate and even while the English letters were long, messy, and leaned to the right.

I’ll need to turn in Prof Behl’s assignment when I go to class and then explain why I can’t go to the museum research trip.

Did I use all my meal swipes? Chris said he wanted to workout at 3…

These notes would often appear on your right arm, sometimes remaining like a tattoo for weeks or fading before you could even read it fully. These were the thoughts of a person whose soul matched your own. He was a college student who is majoring in English with focus on things like creative writing and poetry and you’ve gathered that ‘Chris’ was his roommate.

For as flowery his major was, the boy’s thoughts were surprisingly plain and boring. However, you were thankful for it. Your friend often had dark circles under her eyes. Her connection with her soul partner was being awake at the same time and you were sure her soul’s partner lived on the other side of the world with the opposite time zone. To be honest, you gleaned almost nothing from the notes. The boy probably didn’t know that his thoughts were being recorded on your arm, which you always kept covered with a sleeve. Neither did you know what connection he had with you. Did he feel the emotions you did? Were his dreams your memories? You’ve laid to waste these meaningless thoughts to focus on your life more, not his. There was little reason to go searching him out; if you truly were tied together by souls, fate could do the heavy lifting for you two.

Leaning back at your desk, you shake out your cramping hands. The graphic design project requires that you draw out the story board by hand rather than digitally and you never wished more to curse for it. The reason was, according to your Professor, head of the project you and your classmates are fighting to be a part of use physical copies in the preliminary section. Because you had started in traditional art, relatively it was easy to get back in the swing of things. Didn’t mean that your hand didn’t hurt like a bitch, though. You had everything riding you getting to participate in this project, you’d planned everything out with your counselor and had little attractive options if you didn’t get it, so you return to your drawing.

Your roommate swings open the door, causing you to jump and tug your sleeve on quickly. She throws her bag on her bed with no regards to the loud thump it emits. Her blonde hair rests on your paper when she leans over to look at your drawing. As always, she gushes at your talents and as always, you remind her that her microbiology major is much more impressive.

The night is a lot hotter than comfortable, especially with the tight sleeve you always relegate yourself to, even while sleeping. Ever since you caught your dad reading the thoughts on your arm when you slept, you sometimes go so far as to sleep on your stomach, with your right arm tucked under you. It was uncomfortable reading his thoughts, much less having someone else read them. Yeah, they weren’t always too juicy or detailed, but it still felt wrong to share something like this with anyone else.

“Even family?” You remember your dad asking to your rage.

“Even family.” You hissed.

With a groan, you rise out of bed, your roommate looking up from her five inch thick textbook, illuminated by a soft, yellow dest lamp. Her watery eyes gaze up at you from behind her round glasses. “I’m going out. Can’t sleep.” You tell her.

The night breeze whispers through your hair as you sit on an empty bench in an empty courtyard near your dorms. It’s in time like these that you feel peace. When not a soul is around you and you can finally just sit with yourself. Slowly, you unwind the sleeve and are met with chaotic swirl of words. This happens when he dreams.

Worth, friends, others, internships, classes, empty, running, nothing, darkness.

Your heart pangs. He’s having nightmares again. Instinctively, you begin to wrap your arm up again, not wishing to invade him at his weakest point.

Though you don a mask of indifference towards the scrawl on your arm and effectively the boy around others, you can’t help but hurt for him. He seems swamped with so much to do and feels helpless. When you look down, the chilling sentence on your arm burns in your mind and heart.

I don’t think there’s anyone for me. All I see is black. Am I alone?

Two weeks later, they stay. No matter how many times you unwrap and rewrap your arm, those three sentences never leave. Others come and go, but from that night until now, they stay. And the guilt of not pursuing this boy is eating you alive.

You always assumed he had a connection that allowed him to know of your existence. When you realize that he doesn’t, your passivity almost seems like a sin. How lonely it must be to be alone in a world where everyone has someone. Since then, you’ve been paying close attention to the scrawl on your arm, careful to gather as much info on him as you can decipher. Right now though, in class, you can’t.

Your Professor is announcing the chosen students of the project and you can’t really think about him now.

“And the last student is Y/n.”

You heave out a sign of relief, making a note to thank you Professor. You’re sure she had a few good words to put in for you. “The students I just called will be working with other student in screenwriting. You guys need to pick five scripts you want to animate and the screenwriting students will choose their preferred artist.”

Walking into the classroom with another female peer by your side, you absentmindedly fidget with your sleeve. She walks boldly up to a male student, who’s dark blonde falls onto his freckled cheeks, sticking her hand out. “I’m Madeline,” you hear her say. His eyes snap up towards yours but he immediately looks back to Madeline as they exchange pleasantries.

Madeline is paired up with the freckled boy and you with a quiet, thoughtful boy named Seungmin. He tells you that he is friends with Felix, the freckled boy, so you combine tables and group up. Because this is a project done in your own time, you all choose to work together to bounce ideas off with each other though with how bubbly Madeline is, you wonder how much you guys will get done.

When the topic of soul partners comes up, you and Felix shift uncomfortably. Seungmin gets visions through the eyes of his partner and has seen her face, he tells you guys casually.

How wonderful it must be to know who your soul is tied to, you think bitterly, a twinge of jealousy coursing through you.

Madeline’s green eyes shine as she starts, “I don’t know who they are, but I see colors that has to be tied to them.” She’s a romantic, giddy with excitement at the prospect. It’s so easy to live with just seeing colors; it’s pretty and inconsequential, much a contrast to the invasive cryptics on your arm.

When all your eyes turn to Felix, he purses his lips softly, only able to look down at the table. “I actually don’t know what my connection is. Maybe its unconsciousness because I can never fall asleep at nights,” he jokes, attempting to push the attention off of that topic.

A glossy nail taps Madeline’s pink lips as her dark lashes flutter, “I don’t think so. Insomnia isn’t usually paired with unconsciousness connection.”

Feigning disinterest, Felix shrugs, focusing back to the sketches, “Maybe it has something to do with my color blindness, I’m not sure. Doesn’t really matter,” he mutters, his voice deep and throaty. Madeline gasps, lightly slapping Felix’s arm. He raises an eyebrow at her.

“Of course that has to be it!” She exclaims, “It’ll be a subcategory color connection, just like me! Maybe you’ll see colors when you see your partner or when some other unveiling instance occurs.”

She goes into depth about connections, her shoulders bouncing in excitement. Thankfully, this distracts them from asking you about your connection. As her movements and words quicken, the stale bitterness in your mouth consumes you. It’s immature, your distaste for anything about these connections. Just because you have a subjectively unfortunate connection definitely doesn’t mean you should shit on Madeline’s obvious interest in the subject. In fact, Felix and Seungmin seem to enjoy talking with her about it as she has extended knowledge about connections.

However, while Seungmin’s tone that he asks his with questions are amused, his interest piqued, Felix is leaned forward in his chair, his eyes barely concealing desperation. Your heart pangs for him; he’s probably so lost.

Seungmin and Madeline walk in front of you and Felix on the sidewalk, returning to the dorms. They’re in deep conversation about Seungmin’s connection and with Madeline’s knowledge and Seungmin’s intellect, they quickly and thankfully exclude you and Felix.

“I don’t wanna talk about connections,” you declare to him. A small smile spreads across Felix’s face and he nods knowingly. “What made you want to get into animation?” He asks, a pleasant and refreshing topic.

“I haven’t always been the best at art,” you admit with a shrug. “No way!” Felix exclaims, his eyebrows raised, “Your work is so cool, though.”

You laugh at the compliment, “Yeah, well it took me a while to get here and I didn’t want to throw away that work, so here I am. What about you? Why did you want to get into script writing?”

Felix’s eyes soften and he stares off past the line of buildings, into the horizon. “I feel like I can see different things with words. Does that make sense?” He pauses, gathering his thoughts, “They open up worlds and ideas that I can’t experience and it makes me feel closer to normal. It makes me feel alive.”

“Like, you can imagine how colors feel or look through words?”

He nods, looking back at you with a playful look, “That’s another reason why I like your work so much. The values are clear and I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything by not seeing color.”

The genuine, heartfelt comment makes your heart warm and a smile spread across your face, “Yeah, I focus a lot on just greyscale because composition is the most important aspect to my art. Stuff like color theory, while important, it basically inconsequential if you can’t even tell what’s going on in the picture.”

Felix’s voice quiets as he shoots a look up at Madeline’s back, “Yeah, I didn’t want to choose Madeline’s for that reason, but she really thought that the color use in my script would work in perfect tandem with her style and I really couldn’t tell whether she’s right or not,” he shrugs, his lips pulling into a line.

“Oh, totally,” you say quickly, not wishing to have Felix question his choice, “It makes total sense and in some instances color can tell more of a story than composition and values can. It was wise to team with her.” Maybe your intentions of reassuring Felix was too obvious because his eyes crinkle deeply when he gives you a big, knowing smile.

A week into your work and the very basic shapes for the animation is finished. Working with Seungmin is wonderful as he has a clear direction and even pictures he’s taken to show you what he envisions. Concentration pinches Felix’s eyebrows together and he and Madeline converse as you watch them from the other end of the table.

An hour or two pass and you stand up to stretch, announcing that you’re gonna take a bathroom break to which they agree is a wonderful idea. Coming out of the bathroom, you wrap up your sleeve, peeking to see what the ink says this time. The three words that you’re familiar with; that have been etched into your sink for weeks don’t make your heart stop, but the ones under it.

Am I alone? She needs to add more clear composition so I can actually tell what’s going on.

Your eyes snap up to the blond haired boy. That’s exactly what Felix told you a day ago. Its him?

To your confusion, he now stares, awestruck at Madeline. There’s a sinking in your stomach but you can’t tell why. Gasping, his eyes widen as he takes her hands. “Madeline…I think,” he stumbles over his words, clearly flabbergasted. “I-I’m seeing color now, I think.”

She squeals, squeezing his hands tightly, “When? Just now? What happened?” His dark eyes look dazes and he steps back. His eyes wander from the ground her hers and he whispers, “When I saw you.” Turning your back on them, you leave quickly, not wishing to intrude on Felix’s revelation.

You resume your seat next to Seungmin, heaving a sigh. “What’s wrong?” His lips form a slight pout and his head tilts to the side. You shake your head, waving a hand, “Felix and Madeline are soul partners. He just found out.” From your peripheral, you see Seungmin smile widely. You laugh to yourself, an embarrassed blush rising on your cheeks at your previous hasty conclusion. You really are desperate for the person who matches your soul.

“That’s great,” he taps your arm with his hand, hidden by his sweater’s sleeve, “Why do you look so bummed, though?”

You purse your lips, “It just sucks to be a late bloomer. I don’t know who my partner is,” you tell him as the bitterness fills your mouth again. Seungmin nods firmly, his fingers tapping your arm again, “At least you know that you have one, though. Felix didn’t even know whether he was alone or not.”

“Yeah,” you shrug, trying to ignore the gnawing guilt of your selfishness, “it just sucks.”

“Of course but just give it time,” Seungmin advises, patting your shoulder softly.

You and Seungmin gaze blankly at Felix and Madeline as they both gush over each other. You can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest when Felix gingerly strokes her cheek.

Clapping, Seungmin returns to the story board, pointing at a slide, “I like the idea with this one, but if you’ll look here,” he pulls out a picture he took of a deep, dark green forest that just seems to dissolve into black, “I want the composition to be more dangerous. Like, the characters are being drawn into darkness and they won’t have any way to escape.” Nodding quickly, you add rough shading and lines to your preexisting work to cater to Seungmin’s request.

“Perfect,” he beams his toothy smile at you.

By the time the project is all but done, Felix and Madeline are attached at the hip or the hand or the face. You try not to watch them, jealousy foaming in your throat. Felix’s eyelashes flutter against his freckles and his lips are glossy as Madeline gently strokes his cheek, smiling softly. Such a romantic—it would make sense that her seeing colors would be paired with his past complete colorblindness. He gushes over her work and her use of color, his voice giddy with excitement at finally seeing color, finally being normal.

While your initial bitterness at their fortune has washed away into passivity, you can’t bring yourself to look at your arm like you used to. In a way, you’re foolishly upset at you partner for not giving you anymore clues that would lead you to him. It’s foolish because he doesn’t know you can read what’s on his mind.

You pick up your artist’s hand brace from your dorm bed and begin unwrapping your arm to put it on, barely sparing the black scrawl a glance.

Its not all black anymore. I can see it. I can see her.

Dread clenches your gut as your eyes travel down to the next single word.

Madeline.

There’s a buzzing white in your head as you fumble to get your shoes on, tripping out into the hallway, breaking into a sprint towards Madeline’s dorm, on the other side of the campus. Whirling confusing overcomes your mimd and you feel like you’re suffocating, the only goal is to find an answer. You don’t know when hints of this conclusion plagued your mind. Maybe it was that day, months ago at the bathroom. Maybe it was a deeper jealousy at seeing Felix kissing Madeline. It didn’t matter anymore, you frantically knocked at her door, out of breath and gasping.

Her green eyes are wide and her pink lips are swollen, she’s almost as out of breath as you are. She makes no move to hide Felix, who’s pulling on a shirt behind her shoulder. Nervousness pangs in your throat but you shove past her and shed your arm to Felix.

“Wh-what’s this, Y/n?” He asks, eyes bouncing off your arm to your face, uncomfortable with looking at something you’ve explained to him is so precious and private to you.

“Read it,” you beg, eyes flicking from his face to Madeline’s. She furrows her shapely eyebrows, gingerly taking your cold arm into her soft hands. At Madeline’s brazenness, Felix finds it in himself to look down at your arm.

Her grip is firm but you could rip away from it at any moment.

Madeline’s eyes are wild and horror fills them as she looks up at Felix. You try desperately to explain, “I-I don’t know what this means either, but that day that you first saw color, Felix, there were your exact words to me about your project on my arm.”

He laughs to deflect how uncomfortable he feels, it comes out too harsh and grates against your neck, raising heat into your face. “Y/n I know you really wanna find your partner, but this is crazy. Don’t try to suggest stuff like this. Madeline and I are partners, everything has been perfect since that day for us.”

He looks over to Madeline for reassurance, but she doesn’t meet his eyes. A soft, vulnerable look plagues her eyes as she looks up at you. Felix stutters, confused why she wouldn’t immediately agree with him. “Lix,” she inhales deeply, “for my connection, you know how I see colors? Those are actually s-supposed to go away when I meet my partner.” You realize the vulnerable look in her eyes was actually guilt.

“What?” His voice is a breath, like he’s been struck in the chest and is left gasping for air. “I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to meet them because I don’t want to loose my color—it’d be like dying for me and I’m really happy with you. Aren’t you happy with me too?” Felix’s lips hang open and his face is frowning in confusion, “So you’ve been using me when you knew I wasn’t yours?” Madeline’s eyes fill with guilty tears and she nods. As much as you can understand why she did what she did, anger and bitterness towards her, towards loosing so much time with Felix consumes you.

“Then you never deserved him,” you hiss, possessively retracting your arm into your body, hiding the words against your bosom.

You and Felix sit wordless on a bench in a park in a part of town you were unfamiliar with.

“So it was you this entire time?”

“I’m so sorry, Felix,” your voice cracks and you bite your lip to prevent it from trembling, “I really didn’t know for sure and I doubted what I knew because you just seemed so happy with her.”

He scoffs loudly, running a hand through his silver hair, “Yeah and look what that amounted to.”

Quietly, you respond, “It amounted to us realizing. That means something.”

Felix exhales slowly, turning to face you, his eyes tired and sad, “Yeah, at least we realized now—” he stops abruptly, pausing to collect himself, “God, I was so stupid, just because I started seeing color one random day because she was in front of me?” He scoffs again, slouching into the bench.

“It made sense though, you were both eager to get your partners and—”

“But to leave you alone?” His voice is raw and soft, “I left you alone when you were right there.” Slowly, as if he were a hologram or mirage you couldn’t quite reach, you extend your hand to rest your hand on his warm cheek, almost shocked that he’s there. Unintentionally, he leans into your hand, closing his eyes gently. “We can begin now. Rather a late start than never. We have the rest of our lives to get it right.”

Felix buries his face into the crook of your shoulder, pressing firm, confident kisses and hot, stinging hickies into your neck. You run your hands up the bare expanse of his back and up to his hair. Flush spreads across your cheeks as he lifts himself up to gaze down at your bare chest but you don’t cover yourself up. You have nothing to hide. “Have you ever done this before?” You whisper to him. He shakes his head softly, leaning down to trail kisses from the base of your neck through the valley between your breasts. Lower, his kisses get wetter as he gets closer to your aching hotness. As if you’re made of paper, Felix gingerly spreads your legs. The cold air hitting your core causes you to flinch, but Felix’s warm palm presses slowly against you, calming the sensation into pleasure.

“May I?”

You whine out a ‘yes’, groaning when his sinks a finger into your core. It sucks his finger in and Felix barely contains a moan at the sensation, imagining how you’d feel around him. Slowly, he begins to pump his single finger into you before adding another and scissoring deep. Curling his fingers, he brushes your sweet spot, causing you to gasp and arch your back.

Smiling to himself, he continues to work at that spot until you’re gasping and moaning incessantly. He pulls out and you whine immediately but he positions himself above you, gazing down at you with adoration even while his impossibly hard dick pokes against you. “Hurry, Lixie, please do it,” you whine and he hushes you with a kiss, slowly sliding in and caressing his tongue against yours when you gasp. Your face is scrunched up at the unfamiliar stretch but Felix can’t help but smile down at you, endeared. His eyes are dark at the sensation of him dragging against your walls. When you begin to relax around him, you start whining again and he giggles, slowly beginning to thrust up into you. There’s nothing desperate or wanton about his movements against you. He’s being gentle, letting you feel him as his drags along your walls though it takes all his self control to not increase the pace. It’s deep and rhythmic, his hips against yours. He fills you up and groans as you seem to suck him up, your juices mixing with his precum.

“Baby, you’re so warm and so—mhg—tight,” he gasps against you, “Can I go faster?”

“Yeah,” you’re breathless and rake your fingers across his back when he starts to do just that. He positions his hip in a way that has himself dragging across your sweet spot and you screaming with every thrust. He reaches down to rub your clit, stars and lights sparking across your vision as a burning coil begins wind in your gut. The groans and moans he lets out when you unintentionally clench around him paired with the way his movements quicken as he becomes desperate push you closer. “Y/n, I’m g-gonna cum,” he whispers, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin. “Me too, Lixie,” you gasp, running your hands over his body.

“I love you.” Your high crashes over you, white pleasure electrifying you through your body as you feel Felix shoot into you. The burning pleasure overcomes your senses as he collapses next to you, his hair sticking to his forehead as he pants into your neck, smiling deeply in pure bliss. Euphoric, you tug him closer, pressing a kiss to the freckle on the tip of his nose, onto both his cheeks, and finally onto his warm, glossy lips.

“I love you too, Lixie.” He is yours and you are his. That’s how it was predestined and you both have fulfilled destiny.

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kaitosimp · 4 years ago

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Ok hear me out.

Kaito is Aromatic/ace sexual

Basically a Kaito who has never felt romantically attracted to anyone before nor has ever had any real interest in doing anything with anyone.

At first this might seem a little... self indulgent I suppose but hear me out dude..

The most blunt and thing everyone always points to with other stuff with how ambiguous it is that he loved Maki back after she confesses to him.

He’s odd with his wording and personally even if Kaimaki is one of my favorite ships EVER I’m not sure he loved her back.

More set in stone prof of this is how people go on and on about Kaito being oblivious to his friends obvious feelings for him.. that he’s being blind and stupid but I really don’t think that’s the case.

I personally think Kaito has such a lack of understanding for romantic feelings in general.

Of course he wouldn’t jump to the conclusion of them liking him if he himself as never felt those emotions before.

It wouldn’t register in his brain that anyone has any kid of crush on him and so.. it flys past his head without registering to him properly.

So it’s less him being obvious and more such emotions being directed at him not crossing his mind..

I think this lack of understanding can also explain why he’s so affectionate both physically and with words to his friends.

I don’t think Kaito is trying to be romantic or hint at any crush when he acts like that.

It just seems like he’s being Kaito.

Showing he cares about his friends,

He doesn’t see himself being romantic he’s not trying to.. and doesn’t understand why anyone would would see him being that because once again he hasn’t really felt attracted to anyone.

Also in the game there are several moments where he is obviously misunderstanding about others being attracted to each other or just how that works in general.

Like thinking Maki and Shuichi like each other, not getting Tenko’s attraction to Himiko, ETC.

It just seems like he’s really just NOT understanding.

And like he’s acting like he does to cover this fact up.

Expanding on this I think it could very well explain his issues on so called manliness and what he thinks a man should be.

Because of Kaito’s upbringing was by his grandparents.

People with an older mind set, they definitely influenced this older thinking matters on him.

Including how a man should very well have girlfriends date.. have romantic interests in females..

But.. Kaito doesn’t feel that very important thing and so doubles down on everything else they have told him and desperately pretend he does understand how that kind of things feels like.

That of course he’s been attracted to people!!

(He has not)

The poor guy probably thinks somethings wrong with him, that he’s broken, having no idea what he’s going through is actually a very normal thing.

And even if he was told: ‘hey your probably aromantic buddy’

I 100% believe he would be incredibly miserable.

Because Kaito doesn’t want that!

He wants to feel attraction!

He wants to love other people and make them happy!

But he just can’t... no made how hard he tries.

He would not be happy with the new label at all, but be very bitter about it.

Kaito was waiting for ‘the one’ that everyone always talks about so he could finally feel that spark.. but turns out ‘the one’ will probably never come.

It would make him more sad, upset and miserable than I can fully express.

(I also think he would deny this and try getting into a relationship anyway to force himself to feel something but continue to feel nothing and accidentally trap himself in a relationship he doesn’t feel the same way in when the other person is hopelessly in love with him and he doesn’t want to break it off to avoid hurting them. (This can work with any of the characters really but esepally Maki and Shuichi))

He wouldn’t be prideful of it at all and I personally can’t blame him.

It’s a lot different from being gay or bi..

Kaito almost wishes he was, at least then he could feel something.

Anyway ya!

I have more reasons why I think Kaito is those sexuality’s (mostly ace because I didn’t mention that much) but I don’t want to make this longer than I already have.

It’s a shame no one else seems to see it because I think it’s a real possibility despite being very self indulgent regarding my out very frustrating sexuality.

Aro/ace Kaito supremacy!!!

Oh woah before I talk about the actual ask, can I just say that that drawing is so dang cute and amazing, I LOVE IT!!! 😭😭💜 Even if Shuichi and Maki are crying in the back asdfghjkl poor sidekicks but hEY, Y'ALL BETTER ACCEPT AND SUPPORT THE SPACEMAN RN

I think your reasons and thinking for Kaito being aro/ace are hella valid and make a lot of sense!! Even if it's not something I hc it truly makes sense and it would explain certain aspects of his behavior when it comes to romantic-ish things and him being utterly clueless about this kind of stuff 😩

And also, that stuff about him being sad and frustrated and miserable at finding out he's aro/ace made me sad 😭😭😭 I very much agree, if Kaito were to be told that he'd probably be so miserable and he'd probs think it had to be wrong, he'd be in denial, he'd refuse to accept it, he'd think he was weird and like you said, maybe he would try forcing himself into a relationship just to try and prove himself wrong/prove he was "normal" but it'd just make it all so much worse 😔 It was probs drilled into his head, like it is to a lot of ppl, that he had to settle down at some point with a partner (a girl in his case) and marry her and have kids and all that shit, so the fact he doesn't feel attraction or romantic feelings for anyone while having those ideas in his head would make him think he had a problem and was disappointing his grandparents/the ppl around him who had high expectations for him and that everyone would think he was weird for being like that and it'd just- it'd take such a toll on him and he'd need lotsa time to be able to accept himself and understand there's absolutely nothing wrong with him and that his friends wouldn't think any less of him 😔💜

And what you said is true that I don't rlly see much of this (I've literally only come across oNE fic of Kaito being ace) and it's the first time I see anything about him being aromantic, I think it could be a possibility indeed!! Again, even if I don't personally hc it, it makes a lot of sense and it could explain a lot of his behavior regarding this type of stuff 👀 And even if you consider it's self indulgent there's absolutely nothing wrong with that!!! This is very valid and nobody can say anything about it 🌚🤚🏽💞

#kaito momota #I LOVE THE DRAWING SO MUCH IT'S SO CUTE #this is hella valid and we take no arguments about that in this house #shuichi and maki better dry them tears and go love and support him rn #i loved reading your reasons for this sm it truly is a possibility!!

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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cds.

do you still buy physical copies of cds? I stopped for many years but recently started again.

have you ever listened to a cd for the first time and loved every track? I was like this with Petals for Armor, Flowers for Vases, and After Laughter; I’m just a super big fan of anything Hayley Williams and Paramore put out.

name an artist who always comes out with great albums: I mean I’m gonna be biased and say Paramore...

how long can you listen to a cd without getting sick of it? I don’t really listen to CDs per se, I guess, so I dunno if I can answer this. When I want to music, and a particular artist, I usually pick a playlist composed of songs from different albums.

do you know any good places on the internet to get free downloads of whole albums? I wouldn’t be able to refer you to one, come to think of it.

what was the last cd you bought? My Butter/Permission to Dance set.

have you ever gotten a cd signed by the artist? Nope.

name cds that are in your car right now or would be in your car if you had one: I don’t keep CDs in my car just because I get my music played by connecting my phone to the Bluetooth; but I believe for the longest time I had a Beyoncé album in the CD slot before I took it out.

your hair.

describe your hair style: It’s wavy and layered is the most I can say about it. I don’t style it often.

when was the last time you got a haircut? Around the start or mid-August, I think? I don’t remember when exactly; but it was very recent.

is your hair the only thing you drastically change? I never do drastically change it to begin with. The only things I do with it are 1) let it grow out, 2) have it trimmed to my collarbones once a year.

would you rather have brown, blonde, or black hair (not your natural)? I have black hair, but it would be interesting to go brown.

what's the shortest you've ever had your hair? Up to below my ears.

have you ever had bangs? I currently have bangs and am more than sick of them already ath this point.

if not, do you plan on ever getting them // if you have them, do you plan on growing them out? Yeah, for the latter.

fantasies.

what do you fantasize about most often? How my life could’ve turned out if we weren’t in a pandemic is definitely one of them. Would I have been able to get the same job? Remain in the relationship I used to be in and maybe have even gotten better at handling it? What cities could I have possibly already traveled to with my own money?

if your last fantasy came true, how happy would you be? That would be traveling to South Korea, and I would be over the moon.

how much do you fantasize? Mmm not very often since my work takes up most of my headspace. I usually daydream before bed, I think.

or am i the only one who does? Definitely not.

have you ever told anyone who has been in your fantasy about it? I mean, I just always tell Angela and Reena that I can’t wait to go to Korea with them. But I don’t fantasize about irls in the way that I think you mean.

would you rather fantasize about your ex or the hottest teacher in your school for the rest of your life? I don’t ever want to think of my ex in that way anymore and I’m not in school.

do you often find yourself fantasizing about things/people you know you shouldn't? I mean I will fantasize about certain celebrities but idk if that falls as a should/shouldn’t thing.

your ex.

who did the most damage in your preexisting relationship? I think we both showed our worst weaknesses towards one another. But by the end of it, I will say she inflicted more damage onto me.

if you were/are single, would you have sex with them? Um at this point, no. I barely think about sex anyway.

would/did you give this person your virginity? I did. My feelings for her today aside, I don’t regret it; I trusted her in that moment and I wouldn’t take that away from me.

do you still miss the good times with them? Only in the sense that she used to be my best friend for an extremely long period of time and nearly all the great memories from my past were made with her. do you still talk often? how often? Oh not at all. I haven’t kept in touch since the last day of 2020. did you make a big deal about the break up? Yeah, I was definitely the more reactive one and it lasted for a couple of months. She bounced as soon as she got out of the relationship and I wish I had gotten the hint sooner.

how long did it take you to get over them? Around 6 or 7 months. I really thought it would take so much longer.

if you could tell them one thing, what would it be: I have nothing to say.

the song you're listening to/the song that's stuck in your head/any song you want to talk about

favorite lyric in the song: “Where there is hope, there is hardship.”

what is the song? It’s a song called Sea.

artist: BTS.

how'd you get introduced to this song? It was briefly played in one of their docu-series; I just can’t remember which one. Anyway, I instantly took a liking since it isn’t their usual sound, so I wanted to look it up; and it made a lot more sense when I learned it was initially meant to be a solo for one of the members.

if you could perfectly play this on any instrument, which instrument would it be? Oh this song would be perfect on a violin.

would you have sex with the artist/anyone in the band? Why does everything always revolve around sex for some people?? < LOL same question but to answer it anyway, hahahahaha yes

can you relate to the lyrics? Not in the manner in which it was written, but I do have my own interpretation of it that I am able to relate with a lot. The song definitely gets me emotional.

name a friend that you think would like it: Angela, only because I know she already does like it hahaha. In general, though, K-Pop is still quite polarizing so idk if any of my friends outside of the K-Pop bubble would appreciate it.

would you rather have sex to this song or witness your dad singing it to your friends? Uhm, maybe the latter because I think it would be adorable in a very dorky way

favorite restaurant.

how many times have you been to this place? Countless times, but they were always with my ex. I need to revisit that place just by myself lol.

where is it located? It has multiple branches across the metro but the one I used to frequent is the one at UPTC.

when was the first time you came here? I have no idea but I think the first time was with my mom and siblings actually. A rough guess would be...2016? or maybe 2017.

what's the name of the restaurant? Yabuuuu.

what kind of atmosphere does it have? On the sophisticated sidde but still casual and homey, especially since it offers unlimited rice and sides and you can always just call on a server to dump a scoop of rice or lettuce or whatever when you’ve run out of them haha.

does it have a bar? No, but if I remember correctly they do offer a few alcoholic drinks.

have you ever been here for a birthday? Yes, for my 21st birthday. I went with Angela.

what do you order when you're here? I get their rosu set, which is katsu with a strip of fat.

are they famous for any drinks? No.

have you ever gone here with your significant other? Many times. It was our favorite restaurant.

if it shut down (if its a chain, the entire chain) permanently, how sad would you be? That would soooo shitty. I’d order a meal everyday until it disappears forever lol.

would you work here? No. I love the brand, but not so desperately so as to work for them haha.

favorite teacher

(I don’t really have one, but I’ll refer to the first good professor that popped in my head.)

how old is this person? I have no clue but I would guess he’s anywhere in the mid-20s to early-30s range.

name: HAHAHAHAHA I don’t actually remember his name anymore...oh no...but he was my prof in my international relations class.

are they married? I know he has a boyfriend, not sure about his relationship status. That’s not of my business to know.

would you marry them? Well, no.

do they have kids? I’m fairly certain he doesn’t.

have you ever seen them out of school? Not me but I know some of my college friends have. It’s how I heard he has a boyfriend lol.

what's so great about them that makes them your favorite? He was clearly very passionate about our subject and he was able to explain concepts helpfully and in a way that anybody can appreciate, considering I wasn’t even majoring in the course he taught.

are they more laidback about teaching or strict? Laidback.

do they run any clubs or coach any sports? Not that I know of.

what's their personality like? Approachable, friendly.

if they weren't a teacher, what do you think would be a good profession for them? Political analyst.

#survey #surveys

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jj-lives · 5 years ago

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Dragon Inktober Bmblb

Wow 2 days in a row!!

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As finals drew near there became less and less time for date nights, whether solo or their frequent double dates with Ruby and Weiss. And no matter how convincing Blake thought she was being, Yang refused to accept studying as a date.

“But Yang, Isn’t us spending time together the point of a date?”

“Yes, but studying is not spending time together.” Yang retorted, giving up on her Bio text for the moment.

“But us reading in the apartment is?”

“That’s different!”

Blake scoffed amused. “How so?”

“Well-“ How was it different? “Because we are sharing something you love to do so I feel like that brings us closer.” Blake looked up from her text with a soft smile. “And no matter how much you tell me studying will benefit us in the long run, you will never convince me this is something you enjoy doing.”

“You’re right about that.” Sighing Blake closed her text and started packing up.

Excited at the turn of events Yang began haphazardly shoving her belongings into her bag as well.

“No, no no.” Blake put a hand on the text Yang was about to pack up. “You are not finished. Keep studying.”

“But-“

“I have to go see if I can catch my History Prof before she leaves campus. I’m having some trouble understanding how her notes say one thing but the text is telling us another.” Blake took a half step passed Yang but paused as the saddened expression Yang was giving off as she pulled her things back out. “You will survive studying. You don’t have to look so sad.”

“I’m not sad about studying.” She defended. “I just- You know what? Never mind.” Yang smiled up at her girlfriend. “I’m just being dumb. You better hurry to catch your Prof.”

“By now I would think you would be aware you can’t placate me with fake smiles.”

“I’m just,” she slumped to rest her forehead on the table. “Everyone is so busy studying I feel like I haven’t seen any of you in weeks.”

“Yang.”

The soft pitying way Blake said her name unnerved her. She didn’t like being pitied. She was strong and independent and should be able to last the few weeks of finals without the others’ company.

“Like I said,” Yang spoke up stubbornly. “I’m just being dumb. You should get going. Should I wait here for you?”

Blake didn’t answer right away. And Yang knew she would be contemplating how to deal with her. But right now Yang did need space to sort out her head.

“I’ll meet you at home. I have something I need to pick up at the store. Don’t stay here too late, okay?”

“I only have a few chapters to make it through before heading home. Shouldn’t take more than an hour or so.”

“Okay.” Blake placed a kiss to the top of Yang’s head before taking her leave. It pulled a smile from Yang at least.

She groaned loudly once Blake was out of earshot which garnered her a nasty look from a student at a nearby table. She waved sheepishly in apology before turning back to her text.

She thought forced studying with Blake had been bad, studying without her was even worse.

It had taken her longer that expected to get through the remaining chapters. She thought not having Blake around would have been less of a distraction. But the lack of noise from her flipping pages, or the little noises she made when she found what she was looking for through her notes were all things Yang became acutely aware she missed once they were absent.

So almost three hours later she finally dragged herself into their apartment. Glancing at the whiteboard on the fridge she saw a note from Ruby.

‘Yang grilled cheese in fridge.’

Too tired to make anything else she grabbed the sandwich from the fridge and took a bite. It definitely would have been better warm but she really couldn't be bothered. She picked up the hanging marker and wrote a quick ‘Thanks’ under Ruby’s message before throwing her bag on the couch and making her way to the bathroom.

That’s what their interactions had become, notes on a whiteboard. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d seen Ruby. She was spending almost every waking moment with Weiss, studying. Yang knew she couldn’t be mad over Ruby’s absence; She was basically doing the same with Blake. She just missed her sister. She even missed Weiss, not that she would ever admit that out loud.

She let the shower’s hot spray relax the tense muscles formed by being hunched over a table for hours. Feeling a little more relaxed as she exited the bathroom. Yang crept quietly into her room assuming Blake was already asleep. Her assumptions were proved correct when she saw a still form on Blake’s side of the bed. Quickly and quietly she threw on a clean tank top and shorts to sleep in before gently sliding into bed beside Blake. The other shifted in the darkness when the bed dipped and Yang stared at the ceiling, trying to remain still as Blake fell back to sleep.

What she missed most was Blake. Yang shifted to her side, facing her girlfriend’s back. If Yang was honest, she was lonely. But it sounded ridiculous in her head, she wasn’t about to voice it to anyone. How could she be lonely when Blake was right there, not even a foot away from her?

Closing her eyes, Yang told herself tomorrow would be better, even though she knew she was telling herself a lie. Her last exam may be the next day but Ruby, Weiss and even Blake still had a couple more weeks left.

“Ugh,” Yang breathed, sliding into her truck. “It’s over.”

The last exam wasn’t as hard as she thought it was going to be; she did have to give that credit to Blake though, it was the constant studying that had accomplished that.

Tapping the steering wheel, she tried to figure out where to go. She could go back home, but she knew no one would be there. She’d woken up to an empty bed and empty apartment. Blake just left a note on the fridge wishing her good luck on her exam. She could try the library. Blake might be there studying, but without her own subjects to study Yang knew she would more than likely just be a distraction rather than a welcome surprise.

Not knowing where to go and not wanting to go home Yang ended up driving aimlessly around Vale. She treated herself to a milkshake from the vendor in the park and spent some time trying to relax on a bench in a secluded part beneath some trees. When she had nowhere left to drive and no reason to keep her out she decided it was time to head home.

She hadn’t expected Blake to be there, not until late, but she was pleasantly surprised to see her sitting on the couch.

“How was the exam?” Blake asked, getting up to meet her at the door.

“It wasn’t horrible.” Yang groaned which pulled a smile from the other.

Blake wrapped her arms around Yang’s waist before leaning in for a kiss. Yang couldn't help but sink into her embrace. She knew Blake only meant it as a welcome home kiss, but Yang just missed her, a lot. And she didn’t seem to mind the slightly desperate way Yang’s lips moved against her own.

When they pulled apart they were both breathing hard, but Yang kept a tight hold on Blake’s hips; she wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

“Thanks for making me study so hard.” She whispered, lips still millimeters apart.

Blake’s entire body shivered and Yang revelled in the physical response she could pull from the girl in her arms. Blake initiated the second kiss as well, but this time the desperation seemed evenly matched.

“Ugh,” Blake growled as they separated. She buried her face in Yang’s collar and sighed deeply. “When finals are over we are making time for us to be alone, deal?”

Yang laughed. “I would have made time during finals. You can prioritize better than me.”

“Oh?” Blake chuckled into her neck before pulling back to look Yang in the eyes. She placed a hand on Yang’s cheek and one more quick chaste kiss to her lips. “My willpower is finite, and it’s been crumbling pretty quickly the past few weeks.”

“Really?” Yang was surprised. It hadn’t looked like Blake was struggling at all.

“Yes, I miss you Yang. But I knew one of us needed to be strong. I didn’t want our relationship to be the reason you failed an exam.”

“I think I did better on these exams than the winter ones, thanks to you.”

“You are welcome. But as much as I have suffered and have to continue to suffer for a few more weeks, I know I’m dealing better with this than you, Yang. I’ve been used to solitude and being on my own. But you are the complete opposite.”

“I’m fine.”

“I know, but I got you something anyway.” Blake stepped back, a mischievous smile forming.

“You got me something?”

“Well us. I got us something.” She led Yang to their bedroom. “I needed something to both cheer you up and keep you occupied for the next few weeks while I focus on my own exams.”

“Should I be scared?”

Blake laughed.

“I hope not.”

Yang noticed there was a blanket covered box in the corner of the room which Blake made a beeline for. But when she removed the blanket it became apparent it was not a box at all. A metal crate that was housing a small black and white puppy.

“You didn’t!” Yang squealed, dropping to her knees and hastily unfastening the hooks to open the door. The previously sleeping puppy was quick to wake at the excited voice of someone new. “What’s its name?”

It had the colouring of a border collie, all black but with a white chest and legs but it didnt have the long hair a collie normally wore. Its tail had about half an inch of white tuft at the end and was as thick as a foxes.

“I haven’t given him one yet.” Blake dropped beside Yang as she scooped the small bundle into her lap. “I thought we could name him together.”

"He's not a pure bred is he?"

"No." Blake supplied even though it was quite obviously a mutt. " but with the way you took me in after my apartment and all, I didn't think you minded taking in strays."

Yang smiled. Was that what Blake was, a stray?

“Well if you were trying to distract me from missing you, you may have gone a little overboard. I may never need to give you attention again.” Yang lifted the pup up to Blake. “Look at that little face!”

The puppy kicked its hanging legs and stretched to give Blake a kiss before Yang pulled him out of reach.

“Hey! Watch yourself mister. Blake’s my girl.”

“You were saying, about never needing to give me attention again?” Blake teased. “Looks like I have another admirer.”

“Of course you do.” Yang rolled her eyes. “Anyone would be stupid not to fall in love with you.”

She turned the puppy to face her and it stopped trying to give kisses but it did turn its head and try to nip at Yang’s fingers holding it.

“Hey, that’s rude!”

She placed it down and laughed as it chased her hands around the carpet. When Yang’s reflexes were too fast for him, he became annoyed and growled at her.

“He’s a little monster I think.” Yang thought for a moment. “Monster? No that’s not any good.”

“What did you just say?” Blake voiced softly.

“Monster, but that’s not a good name.”

“No.” Blake placed a hand on Yang’s arm, “before that.”

The colour drained from Yang’s face as she realized what she’d let slip. They hadn’t said those words yet and Yang was waiting for a romantic time to tell her. She thought after finals, when she could take Blake on a proper date. But she couldn’t really take the words back now, and laughing them away as a joke would be a lie.

Yang grabbed the puppy and placed him back in her lap, smiling down at the terror before searching Blake’s face for any clues to how she was feeling.

“I said anyone would be stupid not to fall in love with you.” Blake ducked her head as her cheeks turned red. “And I may be a dunce in many regards, but falling in love with you was the smartest thing I’ve ever done.”

“I love you too.” Blake said after some silent moments.

“Well that’s a relief.” Yang joked, trying to relieve the tension.

Blake elbowed her. “Though why I do is still a mystery.”

“What good is love without a little mystery?" Yang winked. "Speaking of, what are we going to name our little love child?” Yang asked as he curled up in her lap.

“Ew, don’t call him that.”

“Well then pick a name!” Yang laughed. “Or LC will stick.”

“Please no.”

“Well we could just name him by his last name for now until we decide. Xiao Long?”

“Why does he get your last name?” Blake asked as she reached to scratch the pup's ears. He lifted his head and nipped at her hand playfully. “You’ve already taught him the bad habit of nipping hands… he is definitely your son. Xiao Long it is.”

Yang chuckled. “I’ll unteach him. But how about Dragon?’

Blake pondered for a moment.

“Drako means dragon in Latin.”

“Ooo, I like that.”

“Drako Xiao Long it is.”

"His name can't be Small Dragon Dragon. So Drako Belladonna it will have to be."

"If you insist."

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#6. OC scolding LI, and LI loves it!

I’m going to do a quick switcheroo on this one!

f!Lavellan/Josephine co-starring Prof. Frederic, Prof. Bram Kenric, Lace Harding, Collette: “Of Professors and Pastries” (AO3)

Josephine resisted the urge to slam the door behind her as she followed the Inquisitor into her office, a short corridor away from the main hall of Skyhold’s main keep, where an affray which had broken midway through a function was being concluded, the aggrieved shouts of its participants echoing behind them until the door finally sealed shut.

Rivka had crossed the room, sitting back on Josephine’s desk with her hands astride her bottom, tapping gently on its edge as one would an instrument, her lip curled into a slight smile even as a furious Josephine was closing the distance with her with every stride, until she stared down as imperiously as she could at her Inquisitor and girlfriend, taking advantage of the three-inch difference in height between them.

The ambassador took in a deep breath, finally stating slowly but firmly, “I am going to need a full explanation as to why the two eminent scholars of the University of Orlais are covered in cream pastries and are being physically restrained by Scout Harding and Collette.”

Rivka’s eyes narrowed as she asked, “Do you need the entire context, or…?”

Clasping her hands to stop them from making strangling motions, Josephine said, “That would be appreciated, Rivka.”

“All right,” she started, “So I thought that whilst we were holding that dreary academic symposium…”

Josephine screeched, “Dreary?!”

“…over here, and yes, while I do understand the importance of sharing our knowledge, coming from where I have, there are only so many lectures in the War Room I can sit through before drifting into the Fade…”

“Just get to the point,” Josephine hissed.

“…I thought I might draw upon the knowledge of our archaeologist and draconologist friends, namely, Professors Kenric and Frederic, as concerns one of the artefacts that we’ve wound up with in the undercroft.”

Josephine raised an eyebrow, asking, “One of the weapons you’ve encountered in your exploits, you mean?”

Rivka nodded, saying, “Exactly. To be precise, I just wanted to know what either of them could tell me about that Axe of the Dragon Hunter I got off Bonny Sims down in the courtyard.”

“Ah, right,” Josephine said. “Given that it was an easy twelve thousand sovereigns from the treasury I suppose that makes sense, from a certain point of view. Incidentally, next time you’d do well to let me negotiate prices especially when the values come up to that much.”

Rivka crossed her arms, asking, “Are you lecturing me on diplomacy or haggling, Josephine?”

Josephine’s stare was so sharp it could cut the air, where with enormous restraint, she finally managed, “Those are one and the same thing in Antiva, Rivka. Will you let me continue, or at least stop digressing?”

Rivka held her hands up in surrender. “All right, so the main point of what I was going to say was that I just wanted to learn more about Bonny Sims’ axe, and suddenly Professor Kenric got all professional, saying it was hardly appropriate for him to try and valuate it with his expertise then and there, but Professor Frederic was more than willing.”

“So, they had a dispute over the professionalism of evaluating artefacts on the spot?”

“Oh, no, it wasn’t that,” Rivka said, continuing, “Not wanting to be outdone, Professor Kenric started cutting in with his own observations, and while I don’t remember all of the details of that flurry of points they were shooting at each other, the exact moment Frederic excitedly concluded that this couldn’t be anything but the original, Bram objected that this clearly was a forgery made twenty years after Nephram Pentaghast’s possible lifetime.”

“Ah,” Josephine said comprehendingly, adding, “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Rivka said. “It was right at the moment that Frederic called Bram ‘a puffed-up abecedarian of a Marcher with no sense of romance’ that the two of them started coming to blows.”

Josephine planted her wrists on her hips, questioning Rivka, “And that’s the point where you decided the best thing to do was to arm Professor Kenric with a pie?”

Rivka answered, “Well, it was that or the axe.”

Becoming increasingly incoherent with rage, Josephine spluttered, “You-you, oh you…were those genuinely the only two options?!?”

“He had the axe in his hands,” she said defensively. “The way I see it, at least this wound up turning the two of them into laughing-stocks instead of, well, dead.”

Taking several deep breaths, Josephine said, “All right, all right. Maybe you had a point there…where is the axe now, anyway?”

“Safely in the hands of the retainers,” Rivka said, “And yes, I mean, it was admittedly hilarious, but I was actually trying to defuse the situation, so—”

Rivka never finished her justification, as the door swung open to reveal the two professors, who had made some attempts to clean the cream and cake off their clothes, being marched as sheepishly into the room as students into a headmaster’s office, Frederic being escorted Collette, and Kenric by Harding.

Bram glanced imploringly over to his research assistant, and Collette flashed him a look nearly as steely as Josephine’s to Rivka earlier on, cocking her head towards the Inquisitor and the ambassador as though it was an order.

Clearing his throat, the professor began, “I, and the eminent Professor Frederic, are here to apologise for our conduct as concerns what ought to have been a purely academic matter, and the effect that our, ah, affray has had on the atmosphere of the symposium.”

Frederic added, “Even were one of us in the absolute right and the other in the wrong—and this happens to not be the case, or at the least, the possibility certainly exists—clearly hurling pastries at each other is unbefitting of gentleman scholars, and certainly not fellow colleagues from the University of Orlais.”

“As it so happens,” Bram said, straightening himself up, “I was so fixated upon the Van Markham crest upon the fittings that I had, in my haste, neglected to consider the ritualistic reuse of such venerable weapons long past and jumped to conclusions concerning its relatively recent manufacture.”

“And I was so enchanted by the antiquity of the weapon itself,” Frederic explained, “That I had not even seen it upon first pass. But it undoubtedly dates to the Steel Age and was treated with great renown within its own time, leading to the plausible conclusion that it is the original weapon of Nephram Pentaghast…”

“…and was refitted with Van Markham decorations to commemorate the restoration of Pentaghast rule,” Bram concluded. “An eminently rigorous conclusion which we reached once, ah, our tempers cooled.”

Frederic nodded, saying, “For the time that the Inquisition shall be retaining this weapon of great antiquity, our joint recommendation is that it would be a fine gift to the Lady Seeker should you wish to use it for such a purpose, given her connection to it and, well, her role in breaking up our conflict.”

Silence reigned in the room as the two expected some sort of announcement or judgement from Rivka, who cleared her throat and straightened out her tunic, adopting her officious tone as she addressed the two academics.

“I, and the Inquisition, am very pleased that the two of you have achieved some form of resolution, and look forward to your continuing contributions to this seminar,” she said, continuing, “And I certainly look forward to your future discussion over this antique weapon later this evening over refreshments.”

Right on beat, Josephine added, “We’ll make arrangements for some privacy at the Herald’s rest after dinner, and we certainly look forward to your presence. Both of you, professors.”

“As well as Cassandra, seeing as you think so highly of Lady Pentaghast. I would hardly like to deprive the two of you of the opportunity to present it to her. That is what you both want, isn’t it?”, Rivka asked.

Frederic and Bram glanced at each other nervously before turning to the two women, nodding complyingly.

“It would be, ah…”, Bram started.

“…our honour, naturally,” Frederic finished, bowing to Rivka and Josephine.

Imitating his actions, Bram followed him and Collette out of the room, Harding closing the door behind them, flashing them a grin right as it closed after her.

“Right, so I believe I’ll grant that to myself as a job well done—”, Rivka said, stopping as she wheeled around to the sight of Josephine with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, next asking, “—what, I’m still in trouble?”

“Immeasurably,” Josephine said. “Please meet me in my quarters once you’re done entertaining our squabbling academics such that I may apprise you of the numerous letters to the University of Orlais which I’m going to need your signature on. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going back to the main hall to oversee the clean-up. You’re just fortunate that neither of them egged a Fereldan potentiate in the process.”

With that, she turned to the door, Rivka asking after her with a wry smile, “‘Apprising’ me? Is that what it’s called amongst humans?”

Controlling her own mirth, Josephine shouted back, “Don’t make this harder on yourself, Inquisitor!”

“What if I like the sound of that?”, Rivka teased.

“Enough!”, Josephine shouted, finally slamming the door shut behind herself.

Rivka chuckled to herself as she sat back upon Josephine’s tables, wondering just what her beloved ambassador had in store for her. Whatever it was, she was reasonably certain she’d enjoy it far more than what Josephine intended.

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