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krovscastlerpg · 2 years ago

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Shortly after the death of Aurelius Hathor, the world receives yet another urgent report. This time it's the councilman of Finland found dead in his home country. Like the rest of murders, he was burned alive by the sun and his ring was found in his ashes.

Word of this incident quickly spreads with the council receiving these details immediately from the Finnish councilman's distraught assistant. Council meetings have proven ineffective in everyone finding common ground.

From our council scribe's notes, some councilmen believe that this is an embarrassment, that this could have been avoided if the fallen elders hadn't gone soft or dropped their guard. Others are quick to point fingers at anyone –– individual or group of species –– they can think of with no real connections to the deaths. At this point it's all speculation until they receive any intel from the investigations they've conducted.

Once again, a council meeting has been called to discuss the latest news. One thing is for certain that this is definitely the work of an assassin –– or a group of them –– looking to take out the council. And they seem to be getting closer and closer to Krovs Castle...

OOC INFO / PLAY DYNAMICS

Players can use this information in threads moving forward if they'd like to, however, it's not required. We encourage council characters to join our #council-meetings discussion in Discord that will be prompted by an admin shortly and share their thoughts, opinions, and feelings on this incident.

This will be the last post as part of our setup. Our plot drop will soon enter into Krovs Castle for all of our player characters to actively take part in. All Vampire Council characters will be participating by default. Players can expect their council characters to face individual interactions with this assassin –– although when that happens for each will be chosen by the admins. Please ensure that all accounts have their inboxes open for the main to send asks with these encounters. Players should NOT be rping any attacks on their council characters without an encounter sent from the admins.

Once a council member has been attacked on Krovs property, these characters have the option to accuse any other player character for the attack. Each council member has ONE formal accusation they can make, although they can also choose not to accuse anyone. Council characters can only use their accusation AFTER they've been attacked and they should have enough evidence to back their claims (i.e., having a personal history with the character they're accusing, the character obviously not being in the castle at the time of any of the council deaths, the character blatantly being anti-vampire, etc.). The more evidence against a character, the better chance the accuser will have convincing the rest of the council that the character is "guilty." These discussions will take place in a council meeting format in our Discord channel each time a council member receives an attack interaction. Council characters can either argue in favor or against the characters accused however they feel and will ultimately decide the accused characters' fates.

All non-council characters in our group can only be accused ONCE. This is to ensure that every player has a chance to be involved as much as they possibly can. This plot is available for any character played in Krovs, regardless of species or role, to be played out. Characters also don't need to be genuinely guilty either to be accused. Once a character has been accused and if the majority of the council agrees on it, the accused character will be brought into the council meeting and effectively put on "trial" to defend themselves and the council will vote whether they think they're guilty or not. Keep in mind that IF a character is declared guilty by the council, they will have a power negating collar placed around their neck, locked in one of the Krovs Town prison cells, and scheduled for a public execution. Characters will not actually be put to death (unless a player requests this as a plot).

Players who have already pre-plotted out their accusations should consider leaving some "clues" mentioned in any new threads. Depending on how "guilty" players would like their character to look, the more "evidence" written on the dash to draw suspicion, the better.

Any player who would like to have their character formally accused by a council member looking for a guaranteed "guilty" verdict MUST reach out to the admins for approval. These plots also MUST have a councilman guaranteed to accuse the character and a sufficient amount of evidence against the character being accused. The admins will initiate these plots in the order that they've been received by attacking the respective councilman that will be accusing the character. Council characters without an assigned character to accuse are open to accusing anyone who hasn't already been accused before by a council member without a pre-planned plot approved by the admins. These "random accusations" can target anyone and can result in either an innocent or guilty verdict, depending on how well the characters make their cases. Pre-plotted council attacks/accusations will be assigned in order received; players should start plotting these now and speak to an admin about them no later than next Friday (4/21) so that we can organize everything over the weekend. Any characters not tied to a specific accusation/attack plot will occur randomly at admin discretion.

Discord vs. dash. All related threads to the plot drop between characters should take place on tumblr's dash, per our rules. The ONLY interactions happening on discord will be council meetings, accusations, and trials, which will all be summarized by our council scribe to release as newsletters on our main as this plot drop goes on. We encourage players to mention these events in new threads after they've happened in Discord too.

Non-council characters also have other ways of getting involved in this plot drop outside of accusations. Some ideas include but are not limited to: guards or police officers doing their jobs in protecting or investigating into a certain character, gathering their own evidence either for or against accused characters, and arriving on the scene of attacks; characters simply discussing the events happening in threads; magic staff members in Krovs Castle offering their services for the council or other masters; those advanced or experts in the school of divination can also receive varying visions (please ask an admin first!); other characters finding injured councilmen. Players are free to discuss ideas with other players and admins and get as creative so that everyone has fun with this! Those looking to investigate can always reach out to an admin in hopes of receiving some insight into these attacks and finding suspects. We recommend paying close attention to each attack on the councilman so characters can guess who the real assassin could be based on the information provided.

We also want to note that activity will be important in this plot drop! The longer we have to wait for a councilman to post their attack from their inbox, the more this delays plots and the overall arc happening here. Players will be given 72 hours to post their attack when received from the main before the admins move onto the next character on our list. We will do our best to send these attacks at convenient times for our players and work with their schedules.

Please keep an eye out on the #krovscastleplot tag and our Discord OOC as this plot drop progresses for attacks on our lovely councilmen and scribe notes. Any questions regarding plots and how this plot drop will work can be sent either directly to an admin or in the #questions channel in our Discord OOC.

We hope you all enjoy! :)

#krovscastleplot #plot drop

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optimismrpt · 5 years ago

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HOW RIGBY RUNS A ROLEPLAY : A VERY SPECIFIC GUIDE ( OF SORTS )

BONUS CONTENT: ACCEPTANCE DAY

I think it’s essentially to start with this disclaimer: This is merely how I run a rp and I’m not saying by any means it is how a rp should be run. I have found success through these methods all in combination and I can’t promise that they work all the time.

IMPORTANT ! if you use this guide as a basis for your rp please credit back to me somewhere on your front page, rules, or plot! this is a very specific type of rp (small limited run plot heavy skeleton rp) that i have worked very hard to develop over the past five years. i want you to learn from my successes and failures, and please give credit where it is due!

It is a lot of work! Like A LOT! And if you don’t have time to admin with full commitment this is not the right type of rp to attempt.

With that in mind, let’s go!

FULL GUIDE IN THE SOURCE LINK!

BEFORE THE ACTUAL DAY

First of all, getting apps is fun and it’s easy to get wrapped up in the excitement and want to move things forward as soon as possible. However, I recommend you don’t rush! Do not move up your acceptance date or the date that you close the inbox! This isn’t fair to the people who were planning on finishing up their apps before the original deadline who now have to crunch to meet the new deadline or may not be able to make the new deadline at all because of irl responsibilities. It’s always good to give lots of warning for the inbox closing and stick to it!

I also recommend that you do not lower the threshold of people needed to open. Sometimes it can be disheartening to set an app threshold at ten and then only get six apps, even if the days grind on with no new apps, stick it out and keep promoting! Opening with less than eight characters (and for apples I’d say 15 characters) is going to make activity lackluster. It’s better to delay opening for the sake of having a grand first day than to jump the gun and end up making the rp fizzle before it can even start.

About 52 hours before acceptances are set to take place I like to write out a to-do list and put it in my drafts. It usually involves ‘write acceptance posts, update skeletons, update main, post acceptances, post follows, post opening note’. Just having everything you need to do between then and opening written out in order is so helpful. And being able to check things off the list creates both a feeling of relief and excitement. So make a plan, determine how soon everything needs to be done, and work through it meticulously. In the rush of opening day it can be easy to forget important things like updating the triggers page.

If I have time I try to write everything hours in advance. When it comes to things like opening announcements and plot drops I try to write those at least 24 hours of their release time. And this is why I like, for competitive rps, to close the inbox and then give myself at least two hours to deliberate. But I’d even encourage giving yourself 6 hours between the inbox closing and posting acceptances. I know that’s a while to make people wait but apps can get pretty long and reading them all (and probably rereading a few of them multiple times) can be a lengthy process!

I always try not to read the apps at all before the deliberation time. I find that if I read an app when it comes in that gives the first person an advantage because they have more time for me to adapt to their vision and start to assimilate it and get attached. And that’s not fair to the people who may have stumbled upon the rp later. So I just read the app far enough to get the info for the app count.

Just as a general rule I like to post important dates and times in at least two different timezones. For example ‘Acceptances are at 6am GMT / 1pm EST / 10pm PST ’. That way you can show that you are keeping other timezones in mind. And plus it’s nice to just to the conversion work so your applicants don’t have to.

DELIBERATION TIME

Start by reading the apps which don’t have competition. These ones are easiest because it’s not a matter of determining whether they are the best of the bunch, it’s just deciding whether or not they are are passable. So I always read those first and then write their acceptance post immediately after I make my decision so that at least I’ll have that to post at the set acceptance date. That way, even if I haven’t made a decision on all the apps I’ll have something to post to show that I am reading apps and trying to stick to schedule!

When your are dealing with competitive apps there are a few things I look for in an application:

The most important is that the applicant seems willing to talk to you. This could be asks, ims, or even a little note in the app! Writers who want to make it clear what their intentions/desires/goals are ooc are going to be the easiest to work with! Plus it gives you an idea of how flexible they are! Those who dig their heels in when you offer up alternative suggestions are probably not good to work with. You want to find someone who has direction, intention, and ideas but don’t treat your ideas (or anyone else’s) as lesser than their own.

Call for humor! I’ve found that I have trouble with people who take themselves and their characters too seriously. This means that they often won’t be up for plotting since they don’t want their character to be anything less than graceful. Humor is a really good sign that a writer is fun, creative, and understands their character.

I also get wary of people who overhype the rp. Making edits/adding memes in the talk tag is all very nice, but when it looks like an rpt is promoting my rp just to give themselves an advantage over other applicants I tend to count that against them. I don’t like the idea of an rpt trying to use their signal boosting and popularity in the rpc as leverage over me.

One of the biggest red flags is someone not sticking to the skeleton! If someone blatantly disregards one or more aspects of the skeleton that is an instant strike against them. I don’t like it when people have ocs that they adapt to fit a skeleton because most of the time that means that they don’t really care about the skeleton and your ideas. However, if they contact me about changes to the skeleton in advance and ask if some edits are alright then that’s actually a really good sign! I want people to play a character that they are happy about and I’m willing to change up any skeleton. I just need to know the applicant is willing to work with me instead of against me.

Do not be afraid to deny applications. I used to never do this because I felt it was too mean and judgmental but now I realize I reserve the right as an admin to deny any app or character that I don’t vibe with. Go with your gut, and if the application is making you uncomfortable or nervous in any way, do not accept them. Sometimes it’s better to have one role go unwritten than to have someone who isn’t good for the group. Because both ic and ooc dynamics contribute to the effectiveness and survival of the group, you need to be excited to work with everyone and their characters.

One of the ways that I protect myself from muns who may not be right for the rp is by putting a password in the rules. Often the apps that make me uncomfortable are the ones that disregard or contradict the skeleton or plot. It’s clear that the mun either wasn’t paying attention, reading the pages carefully, or just chose to ignore what they read. It’s often That the apps that I don’t vibe with end up being the ones that don’t read the rules and therefor don’t put the password. So not only is it a good indicator to me that the mun might not be very considerate but it’s also a great default reason to deny an app without having to tell the mun directly that you didn’t like other aspects of their app. Most often I allow them to reapply if they’d like to but their acceptance won’t be immediate, so that there’s a chance someone else might apply for the same role with an application than doesn’t skeeve me out.

ONCE YOU’VE MADE THE DECISION

Write out your acceptance notes. I try to write a full paragraph for everyone when I am accepting for a skeleton rp. If there’s more than 20 characters being accepted then obviously don’t, since that’s way too much to ask of you. But if it’s a small group I always endorse writing a little welcome the chosen mun saying what ti was about their appt hat you gravitated towards. It’s kind of a way to also provide feedback to those who were denied as to what their app might have been missing. Plus, it’s just a good way to get the right vibes going for the ooc portion of the rp. Muns need to feel appreciated! After all they put in the work to get there!

I also like to offer feedback to those who were denied but with a disclaimer that most apps are chosen based on how they mesh with the other apps, since that’s something no one can anticipate. Usually the quality of the writing isn’t as big of a factor as how the character plays into dynamics with the others and whether or not their desired plots and connections with your vision and everyone else’s. Most of the time people won’t take you up on it, but be kind and thoughtful to those who do. However, if they are aggressive towards you in any way because they are upset about being denied block them immediately. Just trust me on that one.

Keep everyone updated as to your progress! Just telling everyone where you are at (in the process of reading apps, writing the acceptance notes, or taking a break) is a good way to put everyone’s minds at ease. It’s especially important to let people know if you are logging off for a while on acceptance day. That way people aren’t stuck refreshing the page and dreading that you might be ignoring them. On acceptance day I like to make a post every time I come online or go offline. It may seem like oversharing but it’s honestly so helpful to both you and the applicants.

POST-ACCEPTANCES

Once you are about to start posting acceptance notes, turn off anon. I know that anon can be very useful for those shy and curious folks that don’t want to im you directly, but this is another case where you’re just gonna have to trust me. For your mental health turn off anon and keep it off for at least 48 hours. I usually keep it off permanently unless there are more roles that need to be filled in a second round of acceptances. There aren’t really any questions that should need to be asked anonymously once you have a full roster of muns and this is a good way to get people used to asking you questions via discord, im, or dm. To prevent nasties from bullying you and to open the line of communication between you and your members, turn off anon!

And finally, once you have posted acceptances, close your laptop or turn off your monitor and don’t come back to it for at least an hour. I like to give myself two hours to go on a walk, eat some food, and just do non-rp things for a while. Acceptances are stressful and it’s important not to get swept up in it and feel overwhelmed. Taking a step back and remembering you exist outside of rp and outside of being an admin is so important. It’s hard to resist temptation, but if you have anon off really the only thing that’ll come into your inbox are follow messages and those can wait for two hours (or more)! But like I said above, keep everyone updated that you are going to log off for a bit and you’ll be back. Just so no one assumes the worst.

Just remember to be kind to your applicants and to yourself! It’s a stressful time for everyone!

#rpc #rpt #rph #how rigby runs a roleplay !#advice !#guide

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connor-murphy-trash · 5 years ago

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Heyo I saw that you made your requests open, so maybe if it isn't too much work,I could ask for a Connor Murphy x reader? it doesn't matter if they are hcs or a scenario, maybe somwthing with the reader being his internet friend and then surprising him by starting to go to his school. And everyone is like why tf is this chick with that freak, and Connor gets really insecure but the reader stands up for him and makes him feel loved. Sorry if it's too long or too specific. Lots of love to you 💕💕

An: This took me a few weeks to write, and I loved every second of it. It is a little ooc, but I think it’s fine. The fluff of it makes up for it haha. Thank you so so much for this request! It was super fun to write. As for everyone else that has sent a request, I have a few more in my inbox that I will be trying to get to pretty soon. Somehow life is still managing to be busy, even with everything going on. I promise I haven’t forgotten about them<3

TW: Slight OOC

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1,234

You’ve known Connor for about a year

You met online

Honestly, neither of you remember how

All of a sudden you were just best friends

You would text all the time

And when you weren’t texting you were on facetime

It ended up being a nightly thing

Both of you constantly looked forward to it

Some days it was the only thing you cared about

Connor became like a drug that you couldn’t get enough of

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about him

But he was mesmerizing

Maybe it was the way he looked so hard on the outside

But when you got to know him he was one of the nicest people you knew

Or it could be that whenever you call him upset he will sit there and let you rant

He would try his best to comfort you

And to take away all of your pain

Just like how you always do the same for him

Or maybe it was the way he said your name

Like it was the prettiest word ever to touch his lips

Or it could have been the way he looks when he falls asleep on the phone

All of the hurt and stress of life slowly fading away with the slowing of his breath

Whatever it was

You knew you couldn’t get enough of it

You were slowly falling for your best friend

And you had never even met him in person

But it was clear he was the one that you cared about more than anything

So when your parents told you that your dad got a job promotion

And that you had to move across the country

To the same area that Connor lived in

You couldn’t believe it

It all felt like a dream

It took everything in you not to text him instantly

But you decided it would be best to keep it a secret

For now

Until it was real

And you knew for certain it was happening

Fast forward

You had just barely moved into your new house

90% of your stuff was all still in boxes scattered around the newly filled house

You were ripping through box after box in your room

Trying to find the perfect outfit for the start of school tomorrow

You still hadn’t told Connor

He knew you had moved

But he didn’t know where

You had kept it a secret

You had a plan

The next day you woke up super early so you could get ready

Everything had to be perfect

While getting dressed your phone buzzed

Connor texted you

Saying he already knew today was going to be a bad day

“Well lucky for you I have a surprise for you today”

You texted back while heading out the door on your way to your new school

You were anxious for so many reasons

One being it was the first day of senior year

And the fact that you knew no one

Well

Almost no one

While walking through the halls you spotted a tall lanky boy with silky long hair

Out of all of the noise in the busy school halls

All you could focus on was his voice

It was so relieving to finally hear it without the lag of shitty wifi

It was him

It was Connor

The boy you had known so much about

Finally, you got to see him in person

Pulling out your phone you text him

“You ready for that surprise? Look behind you :)”

As soon as his phone buzzed in his pocket he pulled it out and read the text

His head whipped up

Looking all around

Until his eyes landed on yours

He froze

After a moment he started pushing through the crowd to finally stand next to you

“Surprise”

You said with slight jazz hands

“This can’t be real”

“I told you I was moving, remember?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t tell me where!”

“I wanted to surprise you and I guess it worked”

A small smile formed on both of your faces

“Are we going to hug or are we both just going to stand here and stare at each other..?”

He instantly scooped you up into his arms

The smell of weed and old spice fill your nose

His tight embrace was cut short as a passerby yelled at you two

“Damn I didn’t know the freak had such a hot girlfriend. I might just need to take her for a spin after I beat the shit out of you after school”

He was talking directly to Connor trying to get a reaction out of him

Which worked

You could see that behind Connor’s eyes he was hurt

But his exterior didn’t show it

Connor mumbled something under his breath and tried to pull you away from the situation

But you stopped dead in your tracks

“Are you really going to let this guy talk to you like that?”

You said to Connor

Going up to the bully you started going off on him

You looked him dead in the eye and told him to fuck off

That Connor was a nice person if anyone had the decency to actually get to know him then they would know that

And that the reason Connor puts on the front of the bad kid was because of people like him that made him that way

Eventually, the warning bell rang and the small crowd around you dispersed

You turned away from the bully and asked Connor to show you to your new class

You were back to your bubbly self

Connor practically had whiplash from how quickly you went from telling that guy off to how sweet you normally were

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” You asked innocently

“You never told me that you have such a short fuse.”

“I only do when I need one, and I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let that guy call you names like that.”

“Wait. Did you actually mean all that shit? You think I’m a good person?”

“Of course I do Con. I wouldn’t love you if you weren’t a good person.”

Connor stopped walking

As you kept going

“You love me?” Connor whispered

The realization hit of what you had just said

“Oh god, that’s not what I meant. I mean it is. Only if you do too. But otherwise, it’s platonic. I think.”

You were tripping over your words

Anxiety slowly filling your body

You started to panic slightly

But Connor knew what to do

And without the restraints of a screen in front of you two

He could actually do it

He came up to you and gently held your hands

He told you what you had been wanting to hear since you met

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N. I always have. I know you just moved here, but I want to try this out and see if it can work if you do too.”

You practically fell into Connor's arms

“I would love that Con”

The final bell rings indicating it was time for your first class at your new school

Connor could see the slight panic in your eyes

“It will be okay Y/N.”

And with that

He plants the lightest kiss on the back of your hand and walks away

You could tell that this was the start of something wonderful

#liz is writing #liz is creating #deh #dear even hanson #dear evan hansen x reader #deh x reader #dear evan hansen headcanons #deh headcanons #connor #connor murphy #connor murphy x reader #connor x reader #writing #connor murphy headcanons #ooc

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brief-candle · 5 years ago

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ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ - Laito Sakamaki

request info: succubus reader plays around with laito and makes him jealous on purpose.

they wanted her to become his girlfriend but i couldn't find a way to fit it in without the conversation looking kinda weird. and i also didn't write the scene where they did the devil's tango because this was on quotev and we gotta be family friendly pg clean over there.

i’m just posting the two things i did for dialovers bc i have nothing else to post atm,, after i finish the last request in my inbox i might write something self-indulgent... haven’t done that in a while so hmm

series: diabolik lovers.

notes: probably ooc laito, female reader, slight yandere, heavily implied nsfw (under the cut!!).

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There was interest sparked from the moment they met eyes. Well, perhaps interest wasn't the correct word for it. Not for someone like Laito Sakamaki. To be truthful, he wasn't truly very interested with many people. Not when it was exceptionally easy to get what he wanted from them before he could move onto another of his victims.

For a short while, she seemed just as simple and easy as the rest of the people he'd bedded. Flirting back easily, smiling coyly as she did so. It was a telltale sign of interest, wasn't it? Many responded to him in that way, and from then on didn't seem to hold interest in anyone else. Only him, such a reaction born from minimal effort on his part.

What he wasn't expecting was for her to show others the same treatment with such ease, giggling along to lame jokes and getting very touchy as she did so. Everyone she seemed to interact with appeared to fall apart at the seams, heeding to her every beck and call very soon after. Seeing such a thing was strange to him, perhaps as he was not used to seeing someone else have such an effect over people. People that he was so used to controlling with the slightest lilt to his voice, the upturn of his lips having them fawning over him in an instant.

He found himself competing with her, silently declaring a war over the attention of their schoolmates. But no matter his determination that he would not lose- pride in that charm of his- he found himself losing every battle. The smallest input into a conversation from her would drive people insane with glee, the smallest of smiles raising people's moods for the entire day. Laito truly couldn't fathom how she could possibly do it, really.

For a moment he had deliberated that it may have been simply natural charm. That she simply wasn't aware of her effect on others, and had no idea that he was competing with her in the first place. However that was all very obviously disproved from the smug look in her eyes when she knew no one but him was looking. It was gone in a second, as someone had turned to talk to her once more, but there was no question that it had been there.

It seemed he'd have to up his game.

Rather than playing it tame with his ploys to steal the attention from her, he began to explore different tactics. Instead of outright fighting for attention (though no one seemed to notice that they were fighting for it), he started to use rather underhanded moves. Seducing more and more people than he'd done before, intimidating those that still stood by her, sometimes even going so far as to blackmail them. He was determined to be at the top of the food chain again, being the one that people thought of all day every day. Laito never really appreciated it, and chances were that he still wouldn't even after all of this. What he was appreciating was the entertainment- the challenge- that came from it.

What he would appreciate more is seeing her gradually break down because of it. Because of him. He was striving to reach a point where no one would even look at her, lest they risk his fury. But he'd still hold a hand out to her, to take her in and break her beyond repair, all under the guise of sympathy. Even just thinking about it got his nonexistent heart racing; her face, beautiful without a doubt, with reddened cheeks and puffy eyes that couldn't even cry any more than they had already. Those eyes, so vibrant and rich in their colour, filled with such despair and agony because of him. Though he couldn't decide if he wanted to show her off in such a state or keep her all to himself.

"What are you playing at, Mister Sakamaki?" Speak of the devil, and she may appear. Indeed, as he turned, he caught sight of you. Not that he needed to turn and face you, really, especially not with a look of confusion so feigned and practised upon his face. Yet he did so anyway, and internally delighted in seeing her.

He continued to play the innocently confused, answering: "Whatsoever do you mean?"

Though she was an exceptional actress, some of the irritation seeped through the cracks in her façade and tainted the usually affable tone in her voice as well as the sense of enchantment that lived in her eyes. She was visibly unimpressed by his faux guiltlessness, eyebrows furrowing just enough to form the slightest of creases before they were gone. Face back to neutrality, though not as beautiful as her brief frustration had been to him.

"I see," she paused, closing her eyes as he did so. If only she wouldn't do that, for she was much harder to read with her eyes closed. They were such a lovely colour, too. Thankfully she opened them once more when she continued, "I wouldn't recommend that you continue with what you're doing." As she spoke, that amiable smile came to her face again, one which didn't reach her eyes and distracted one very easily from her venomous emphasis which she delicately placed upon each softly spoken syllable.

That piqued his interest then, the threat spoken so mildly and the consequences left silent. He felt almost obligated to ask, failing to hide rising amusement, "Oh? And what will you do about it?"

She didn't rise to his challenge. Not immediately, anyway. But when she did, it was with a cutting civility and a long, cold stare: "I'll put bugs in your pants."

It was a child's threat, yes, but it was a threat which worked against the likes of Laito. Though he didn't reveal how much he detested at the mere idea of such a thing coming true. He hated the idea of insects being anywhere near him- never mind on him!

"The biggest ones I can find."

She was visibly trying very hard not to crack up at his reaction. No matter how much he tried to hide his discomfort, his pale skin paled even more. It was very tempting to tease and prod at him for it, but she resisted; it looked as if she'd be getting her way. She'd have got it one way or the other- that was something she was very good at- but it was always a pleasant surprise when it was this easy.

So, with an easy grin upon her face, she turned and headed down the hallway, left hand waving lazily, "pleasure doing business with you."

Oh, but it wasn't pleasant for him. He did keep his side of the one-sided bargain, but it was with extreme reluctance that only seemed to grow as time went on. With every fleeting touch she inflicted upon another, every simpering smile that they received- hell, every look she gave people began to grate on him. Why did she seem to give little bits of herself to everyone but him so freely? She barely even looked in his direction since their little exchange and days had began to merge with weeks, and he didn't know if he could take them forming months.

Especially since she always knew exactly what she was doing. The only times she would spare him a glance was when she did something that she knew would particularly annoy him. That was when she'd look in his direction, see him looking and stare just as smugly as she'd done before, with the same smugness that used to irritate him for different reasons.

It was still there now, poorly buried under false irritation as she tilted her head upwards to stare him in the eyes. Her eyes were somehow even more pretty up close, especially when looking in his direction.

"What are you doing, Sakamaki?" She was more relaxed this time, most likely due to having nothing to lose. Intrigue was very much present under layers of fake boredom, yet he didn't call her out on it.

"I could ask you the same question." Though he sounded relaxed, he wasn't as relaxed as he sounded on the inside. He'd acted on a whim, here, and even though the action wasn't unexpected of him, it felt rather foreign to him with her. There was something about her that seemed so different from anyone else he'd talked to in this school (apart from his brothers, of course), but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it might be.

She hummed in question, leaning forward until her nose nearly met his. So close, yet so far. How he wanted to lunge forward and take her lips in his, hoping it would satiate him somewhat.

"And why is that?"

He chuckled, not looking away from her for a moment; to break eye contact would be to admit defeat to her, and that was something he'd never do.

"You're full of questions today." Was all he responded with, barely acknowledging her question. She wouldn't have the satisfaction of knowing what he was thinking- how he was feeling- in the slightest. If he were to tell her then her ego would only grow, and that was the opposite of what he wanted.

He wanted her to squirm. To squirm like all the others when he pushed them so.

But she didn't.

"And you're dodging every single one of them." Finally, she broke eye contact, staring at his dark, loosely-tied necktie for a moment. Then she reached for it, twirling it around and around her finger with almost absent eyes. Around and around and around and around it went, and he mused that perhaps she'd never stop.

It did. Only when she reached up the tiniest amount to grip it in her hand, pulling it towards her. Their noses were very much touching there, and the slightest of friction from skin against skin had never felt so good to him before. Hell, he could've moaned from it had he not been so surprised.

Her eyes were so close, a colour so indescribably beautiful that he felt that he was drowning in an ocean of it from the sight alone. Especially so close. It was too close to be considered friendly- too close to even be considered aggressive. Well, not the type of aggressive that'd lead to a fight, anyway. Perhaps the other type of aggressive, though.

"You've been staring at me for a while," she stated, slightly tilting her head as she did so with an amused smile upon her face, "is there something you need from me?"

He, too, was amused by the situation. If he was not a vampire then he was sure his heart would've been beating out of his chest by now. It was a strange sensation, feeling so on-edge yet so immensely excited. Was this what it was like to play with fire? If so then he hoped it would never be extinguished.

"Perhaps," he cupped her chin in his hand, stroking it gently with long, slow movements of his thumb, "though I fear it's something only you can provide."

His gaze briefly strayed to her lips, lingering there intentionally longer than necessary, before flickering back up to her eyes. They narrowed in mirth.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Her movements were serpentine, head now close to his ear, so much so that her warm breath began to fan across his ice-cold neck.

"Well, then I can't deprive you if you're that desperate, now, can I?"

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The sun was beginning to rise, yet neither of them noticed such a thing through the thick, dark curtains.

"I didn't think you were the dominant type," Laito spoke, the girl he was speaking to busying herself with dressing herself. He wasn't disappointed by any means, which was evident by his usual teasing, flirtatious tone of voice.

She snickered, "you certainly didn't seem to mind."

He grinned, waving an arm around in the air for emphasis, "of course not! It was a pleasant surprise."

"Though," he continued, staring at her whilst resting his face in the palm of his hand, "you still haven't told me what you are."

Completely unfazed by his question, she stared back with a smile still upon her face, "really- you haven't figured it out yet?"

Clicking her tongue, she strode over to her now-creased blazer that had been flung haphazardly onto the floor and shrugged it on, "I'm surprised. Surely you of all people have come across a succubus or two before, no?"

"A succubus?" He repeated, almost dumbfounded. As far as he knew, they were just some fantasy creature. But her being a succubus would answer a lot of his questions about the whole situation which had so far gone unanswered.

"Yes," she merely commented, slipping on her shoes now. At this point she was fully dressed, whereas Laito hadn't even bothered making an effort to put any clothes on.

With one final glance, she opened the door, "well, I hope to be seeing you a little more, Laito."

And with that, she left.

He hoped to be seeing a bit more than a little more of her. Let's just hope he doesn't get too greedy now, though.

#laito sakamaki #laito sakamaki x reader #yandere x reader #yandere laito #yandere laito sakamaki #x reader #laito x reader

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dreamcatcherfication · 5 years ago

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Three’s a Crowd

I hope this fic isn’t absolute trash after the short break from writing I took. In the span of three days I completely forgot how to write and it shows.

But anyway, hello everyone! Anon requested Jane getting jealous because of Aragon being maternal towards Kat, and I loved that prompt. I’m not sure I did it justice, but we’re certainly trying. I really hope this fic is in any sense coherent. Sorry for any spelling/grammatical errors, I forgot how to write and my english is not good now.

And also - I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THIS BEHAVIOR! A lot of what happens in this fic includes toxic mindsets and sometimes toxic behavior, and I do not support that in any way. I wanted to do my best to represent how toxic mindsets can affect a person, and how hard it can be to get out of them. That’s why Jane might seem a little OOC, but I did my best to balance everything out.

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Trigger Warnings: Toxic behavior, toxic mindsets

Jane Seymour didn’t like being busy. Of course she liked to have things to do so she wasn’t wasting time, but being overburdened with work stressed her out far more than she liked. For the past week Jane had been overwhelmed with learning new choreography for the show, and the costume changes, as well as some of her lines being workshopped. It took all of her attention, and Jane started to notice how much less time she was spending with the queens.

There was one particular change in dynamics that Jane was starting to notice. Ever since the queens had grown comfortable with each other, Kat and Jane were almost always by each other’s side. It made sense, with Jane longing for someone to act maternal towards, and Kat lacking any strong maternal figure in her life. The two of them clicked, forming a bond that they both so desperately needed.

But now, Kat was hardly ever around Jane. She wasn’t avoiding Jane, that much was clear, but the teen always seemed busy with someone else. Namely, Catherine of Aragon. It irked Jane to see the two of them so happy together. Internally, she kept telling herself she held no ill will towards Catherine, but she couldn’t help the small seed of rage that festered in her heart every time she saw the two queens together.

Just yesterday, Jane had asked Kat if she wanted to read together. “Sorry Jane, I’m going to the movies with Aragon. She got us these great seats and it’s one of those new, high tech theatres. She’s so cool,” Kat had gushed on.

Jane had to keep repeating that Aragon wasn’t being mean and was perfectly capable and welcome to spend time with Kat. However, in the back of Jane’s mind, she kept thinking Catherine unfit to spend time with Kat. “It’s a toxic mindset,” Jane kept telling herself, trying to push it away.

She started out small, doing little things to regain Kat’s attention. Late at night, Jane had gone to the store to buy a giant box of guylian’s chocolates, Kat’s favorite. The next morning, she left them on the kitchen counter with the note, For Kat, the ten amongst these threes. From Jane.

When Kat walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, Jane held her breath in anticipation. Kat’s eyes drifted over to the chocolates as she frowned in confusion. She made her way over to the box and read the note. Eyes lighting up, Kat turned to Jane with an open mouth. “For me?” she gasped.

Nodding her head, Jane tried to conceal the smile growing on her lips. “Just for you Kat.”

“Oh thank you so much!” Kat hugged Jane tightly to her chest. “Can I have some now?”

Pretending to look around like she was keeping a secret, Jane put a finger to her lips. “Only if you don’t tell the others.”

Kat laughed and waved Jane off. “As if. These are all mine. Thank you Jane, I love you!”

For the first time in a week, Jane’s heart unclenched and she relaxed. Kat still loved her, that was good. That was very good.

The next day, Jane woke up bright and early so that she could be ready to greet Kat when she came down for breakfast. Behold her surprise when Kat was already up and about, fully dressed and wide awake. “Kat, why are you up so early?” Jane asked, still fighting back slight drowsiness. “It’s only 6:30.”

Pulling on a jacket, Kat shrugged. “Aragon’s taking me to this moving carnival that’s set up downtown. She heard about it through Maria and she wanted to take me.”

Like she heard her name, Aragon appeared from the kitchen. She had paper bags filled with food that she was packing into a travel bag. “That’s right, Kat,” she rubbed the girl’s shoulder. “Maria and the other ladies went yesterday and they loved it, so I thought I’d take Kat out for the day.”

“Oh,” Jane’s heart broke a little bit. “That’s nice.”

Aragon flashed her a grin and led Kat to the door. “We’ll be back for dinner Jane, don’t worry.”

Kat waved as they left the room. “Yeah, we’ll tell you all about it!”

The door shut on Jane, her hand half raised in a pitiful goodbye wave. “Bye,” she whispered, her shoulders slouching. She should’ve known it wouldn’t last. Kat wasn’t bound to her, she had her own relationships. That didn’t mean it hurt any less to see her bounding off with Aragon. Was she being replaced? Jane questioned. Had Kat found someone better when Jane wasn’t around and realized she didn’t want her?

Sensibility told Jane it was only insecurity, but she still couldn’t shake it off. If Kat only wanted to spend time with Aragon, how would Jane cope? Would she lose the bond she so desperately tried to build with Kat in the first place?

Setting her face, Jane vowed that she wouldn’t let Aragon destroy her and Kat’s bond. They had something none of the other queens had, and Jane wasn’t about to let that go. The battle was on.

“Hey, Kat,” Jane approached the girl a couple days later.

The teen was on her phone, scrolling through pictures she and Aragon had taken at the carnival. “Hmm?” Kat glanced up, her face brightening when she saw Jane. “Hi Jane.” Before Jane could start talking, Kat cut her off and shoved the phone in her face. “Look at this video I took from the carnival. This guy eats fire and then breaths it out. Isn’t it cool,” she explained.

Watching the video silently, Jane wasn’t paying attention to the guy eating fire. She was listening to the faint dialogue between Kat and Aragon from behind the camera. “How does he do that?” she heard Kat ask.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Aragon replied lightly, “and it’s more fun to watch and be amazed.”

Judging by Kat’s gasp, she had agreed. “It would be so cool to be able to do that.”

The camera shook slightly as Aragon came into frame, her eyes twinkling. “Don’t go hurting yourself trying to swallow fire, Kitty, this guy’s a professional.”

Kat’s pout was practically visible through her voice. “Do you really think I would hurt myself trying to eat fire?”

Shrugging goodnaturedly, Aragon leaned back out of frame. “I think you listen to your cousin too much sometimes. I’m not saying that I don’t trust you, but I am saying it’s not unlike you and Anne to try and eat fire because it looks cool.”

The video ended along with Jane’s good mood. How could Kat be so enraptured by Aragon? She and Jane had those conversations millions of times, why would she be having it with Aragon now? “Forget about that,” Jane tried to cover her annoyance with giddiness, “Because I’ve got something better planned.”

Raising her eyebrow in interest, Kat leaned forward. “What could be better than someone eating fire?”

“I dunno…” Jane teased Kat, “maybe the private animal shelter will suffice?”

Practically jumping to her feet, Kat dropped her phone, completely forgetting about the video. “No way! But you have to make appointments with them, Anna and I have been trying for months, how -”

Jane cut her off. “I pulled a couple strings, don’t worry about it. I know how much you wanted to see them, so it’s all worth it.”

“When do we get to go?” Kat prodded, bouncing on her feet.

Jane’s heart sped up when she saw the pure happiness in Kat’s eyes. “As soon as you’re ready.”

The animal shelter itself was huge, although there weren’t many people throughout. It was a private shelter and the owners required a considerable ‘donation’ for patrons to be allowed to come play with the animals even if they weren’t interested in buying. It was a lot of money Jane was required to pay, but she would do it a thousand times over in order to keep Kat happy.

Kat was fawning over the dogs as Jane stood behind her. There was a small, fluffy white dog that kept jumping into Kat’s lap and attacking her with its tongue. A bunch of other dogs swarmed her feet, causing Kat to giggle. Restraining herself from sneezing, Jane couldn’t help the swell of accomplishment in her chest. Kat loved it, and that’s what mattered.

The fur that was gathering around Jane irritated her skin, turning it red, but she ignored her discomfort. Jane didn’t care about her allergy to dogs and to fur, and she would continue to hide it from Kat. The teen was so happy with Jane, she wouldn’t ruin it. “Jane,” Kat called her attention. “Isn’t she so cute,” Kat held up the white dog to Jane, prompting her to pet it. Carefully stroking the dog’s fur, Jane prayed that a sneezing fit wouldn’t overcome her.

“She’s lovely, dear,” Jane agreed, stepping away from the dog as soon as Kat was satisfied.

Setting the dog down, Kat pulled Jane into a hug. Melting into the teen’s embrace, Jane couldn’t help a sigh of relief. This was all she wanted. “Thank you Jane,” Kat murmured. “I love you.”

That’s all Jane needed to hear, once again. The only thing she wanted out of any of this. So Jane contented herself to watch as Kat sat back on the ground and returned her attention to the dogs.

By now, Jane was sure she had won. How could Aragon compete when Jane had taken Kat to an exclusive animal shelter to play with the dogs she loved so much? At this rate, all of Jane’s worries would be for naught and Kat would always love her. All of this would fade into a little bubble in the past and things would be back how they should be.

That was until Jane heard talking coming from Kat’s room. Immediately standing up, Jane went to investigate. Chances were it was only Anne talking with her cousin, but Jane still had to know if there was something she was missing. Opening Kat’s door, Jane carefully peeked in to see what was going on.

In the center of the room stood Aragon, a small crate of stuffed animals in her hands. Kat was standing in front of her, sorting through the stuffed animals with wide eyes. “There’s so many,” Kat glanced up at Aragon, “how much did this cost?”

“Money’s not important. You were telling me about how much you loved the dogs at the shelter Jane took you to, so I knew you’d like these too. Think of it as a way to have them with you all the time.” Aragon spoke softly, her hand carefully brushing some hair away from Kat’s face.

A pit grew in Jane’s stomach. That was something she did with Kat. Not something Aragon did, something Jane did. It was her special thing, why -

Jane had to cut herself off. She kept berating herself internally for getting so caught up with this. All the queens were close, it wasn’t against any rules for Aragon to care for Kat. Aragon wasn’t a bad person, Jane knew that. But she kept wanting to believe that she was better than Aragon, and that she should be the one giving Kat gifts. This… this wasn’t the status quo.

Tuning back in, Jane watched as Kat took the crate from Aragon’s arms and beamed as wide as her face would allow. “I love them Catherine, I love you.”

And that was the last straw for Jane.

The next day, Jane had a surprise for Kat. If this didn’t win her over for good, she didn’t know what would. Aragon and Kat had gone out together for lunch, and the other queens were off doing who-knows-what. Jane was prepared, and she would wait in front of the door for as long as it took for Kat to show up.

Silently, Jane stared at the door. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, she knew it was wrong. But knowing you have a problem and being able to fix it are two different things. The only way she knew to get rid of this deep ache in her chest was to win. To win Kat’s affection, to win her attention, and to win her love. This girl was like her daughter, and she wasn’t going to let Aragon take that from her.

The door opened, bringing with it lively conversation. “Nando’s never fails,” Aragon laughed, herding Kat into the room. “But you shouldn’t order so much if you aren’t going to eat it.”

“Oh come on,” Kat rolled her eyes, “how else are we going to get leftovers for days? I’ve picked up on a life hack or two, you know.” Kat stopped speaking when she noticed Jane watching her. “Hey Jane,” she waved. Aragon and Kat stood in confusion at Jane’s still figure.

“Is everything alright?” Aragon was slightly put off by the other queen’s iciness.

“Yes, just fine,” Jane replied. “I have something for you Kat.”

Warily, Kat approached Jane and sat down next to her. There was something clearly wrong with Jane, and Kat was quite aware of it. “What is it?” she asked.

Reaching under her legs, Jane pulled out a small cage. She opened it, and out popped the small white dog Kat had been playing with at the shelter. Kat and Aragon gasped, both surprised at the furry creature’s appearance. “Jane... I…” Kat was unsure what to say.

“I got her for you, I know how much you loved playing with her,” Jane encouraged Kat to take the dog. Nervously, Kat obliged, picking up the animal.

Aragon frowned and made her way over to Jane. “It’s a sweet gesture and all, but Jane, you know we don’t have any way to support a dog right? We’re going to have to return her.”

“Yeah, and as much as I love her, wasn’t she already adopted by another family?” Kat recalled.

Batting off the concern, Jane inched away from the dog, her skin already turning red. “Nothing a little payment couldn’t fix. Besides, you liked her, so it was worth it.”

Still, Aragon was unconvinced. “Jane, just because Kat likes the dog doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to buy it.”

Standing up, Jane snarled, “Just because Kat likes animals doesn’t mean you have to buy her a crate full of them.” She then recoiled, realizing what her voice sounded like. “I - I.”

“Stop it!” Kat set the dog down and stepped away from Jane and Aragon. “Why are you fighting?”

“We’re not fighting,” Aragon assured Kat, taking a step towards her.

Scoffing, Kat moved away from them. “Maybe it doesn’t seem like it, but I’ve noticed. As soon as one of you does something nice, the other has to one up them. I don’t need all these gifts.”

“But you want them,” Jane added hopefully.

Shaking her head, Kat crossed her arms. “I want to spend time with you. Both of you. Together, if that’s even possible. You two have been at odds for the past week and I’m sick of it. I’ve tried to ignore it and enjoy the good things, but I can’t anymore. Why is it so hard to accept that I want to spend time with both of you?”

“Because I was here first?” Jane offered. “You’ve always wanted to spend time with me, Kat.”

Aragon tried to put herself in front of Jane. “Because I’m here when she isn't. Why keep going back to Jane when I’m always here for you.”

Biting her lip, Kat couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Do you two even listen to yourselves? This is so stupid. I don’t want you fighting over me.” Moving to round the couch and make a clean getaway to the stairs, Kat shot the two of them a disappointed glare. “I can’t spend time with either of you, not like this.”

“Kat!” Jane called her before the girl could disappear. “Aren’t you supposed to say you love me?” It was something she had become so used to hearing Kat say to her at the end of every conversation.

Shaking her head once more, Kat turned away. “I’m not sure I can say that truthfully right now.” Then she was gone, the closing over her bedroom door echoing throughout the house a moment later.

Jane turned to Aragon and they both glared at each other. “You’ve been doing it too, huh,” Jane broached, her voice defensive.

“I’ve only been trying to make sure she knows I care about her,” Aragon argued, crossing her arms.

“No,” Jane accused, “You’ve been using her to satisfy your own need to be a mother.”

“Well you’ve been doing it for longer than I have.”

Clicking her tongue, Jane sat down on the couch next to the dog. “Maybe I have. But I can’t stop. It’s the best feeling in the world, like a - like a -”

“Like a drug,” Aragon filled in. “I know.” She gave up and sat next to Jane. “You know what it’s like when Kat smiles at you better than anyone. And once she started looking at me that way…”

“You couldn’t let it go,” Jane added on. “I know,” she swallowed, “I know you aren’t a bad influence. I’m sorry I’ve been treating you like one. I don’t know how to get used to Kat seeing someone else the same way she sees me. Kat’s like my daughter.”

Aragon nodded, leaving the two queens in silence. “It might be a little weird at first,” Aragon broke the quiet air, “But we could try, maybe, spending time with Kat together? Like she said, it doesn’t have to be one or the other.”

Some defiant part of Jane still wanted to resist. She wanted to be the only one, she wanted things to be the way they were before Aragon entered the picture. But for once, Jane took a step towards fixing her mindset. “Let’s do it. If it’ll make things better, then let’s do it.”

In a moment of awkwardness, the two queens stared at each other, unsure of what to do next. Aragon stuck out her hand, hoping for Jane to seal the deal. Jane took the hand and the two of them shook on their agreement.

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resolutepath · 1 month ago

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Quick distraction! aka the INBOX RAID. I'm leaving this open for a couple of hours while I do some prep and then I'll appear. It's what it says on the can. Like this post and comment the muses you want and I'll raid your meme tag and drop something into your inbox. No limit on requests, no expectations to answer them. No specification, no content. Main roster and request only are both open and please have a linked meme tag!

MAIN ROSTER // REQUEST ONLY.

#ooc. [ keep moving forward / inbox call. ]

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ktent · 5 years ago

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( ♥ ) KT BOYS DEBUT CONCEPT REVEAL

“Whoever’s name I say, please step forward.” It’s even more straightforward today, somehow. “That should be easy, right? Some of you will get rid of me. Isn’t that what you all want?” Yoon Joonki smiles. “But is it good to get rid of me… or not? For your future, that is.” The man starts to pace around before stopping at the end of the line formed by the nine trainees fighting for a chance at their debut.

KT Entertainment is considered one of the big companies for a reason. Every group they’ve debuted became bigger and greater—trendsetters. Their music, while each being different from each other, all have the ‘KT Style’ that others dream to achieve. Katie Lee will continue to explore every topic and sound she wishes through the creation of a new group.

From between the many trainees under the company’s name, only a few were selected to be tested on their final potential. These will be the ones to carry on the legacy of the company and Katie Lee’s name and to continue delivering the unexpected expected that is known of KT. Now, it is time to bring to light a new boy group to follow the footsteps of those who came before. This new group will be called NSG.

The name ‘NSG’ stands for ‘Noumenon Sound Genesis’ but will mostly only be referred to as NSG. NSG will consist of an unlimited number of members. Their concept will be inspired by the real-life NCT. While the members will all work under the same group name, NSG will mostly only promote through units. Each unit will have its own concept and sound and will promote separately from each other. Members may be part of only one unit or various, depending on if their talents and energy match that of the new noumenon sound.

“Lee Taemin, Kwak Youngmin, Park Jimin, Jin Sungho, and Hwang Hyunjin… Congratulations, now you may exit the room.” Joonki points to the door and the coaches behind him move to escort them out. “It was my pleasure meeting you.” The five leave the man behind. As he had promised, some would be getting rid of him today. The four other trainees who stay inside are introduced on what to do according to this month’s evaluation—which is essentially what they’ve been doing up to here. Keep to each other and do what you were already told.

The five trainees who leave the room will soon no longer be trainees.

They’re led to a different room for once. This time, they’re inside a meeting room where they’ll receive the news of their upcoming debut and the concept of their group. The first members of NSG are as seen below:

Lee Taemin (Leader of current NSG U) @taeminrk

Kwak Youngmin @aronrk

Park Jimin @rkjimin

Jin Sungho @rksungho

Hwang Hyunjin @rkxhyunjin

What is NSG U, exactly? As stated previously, NSG will be separated into different units. The first one to be created is NSG U. NSG U will be inspired by the real-life NCT U. ‘Inspired’ will not mean ‘identical,’ as the mods reserve the right to pick and choose the order of released songs when we feel the time and concept is just right. NSG U will suffer from constant member alteration and, with each comeback, the lineup may be completely new!

NSG’s concept is of constant change or, better, of constant noumenon sound genesis. The trainees who stayed behind to continue practicing under Yoon Joonki’s supervision may as well be the next additions to NSG’s lineup, just as much as any other trainee not considered before. While NSG’s concept mimics that of real-life NCT, there is nothing stopping NSG from debuting new units with concepts not yet explored by NCT.

Lastly, there is no need to marry yourselves to real-life NCT counterparts, as you do not have them. We believe in the personal growth of Rookies characters and that means you are not limited to matching the skill-set of an actual member of these two groups. Feel free to develop your muse as you see fit; the mods will be the ones to distribute song parts to those who suit them when the time comes.

Now that you have your assigned roles in the group, Katie Lee expects all of NSG’s members to follow through on the training regimen the KT coaches have put together for each individual boy. OOC-wise, following the regimen is completely optional, though it should be said that the choices listed on the document are optimized for future planned projects for the group. All boys who wish to participate in this debut group must send in a statement of intent to KT’s submission box either accepting or rejecting this group offer. These will be due by midnight EST at the end of Tuesday, March 11th. Important: if you do not send in a statement by this deadline, you will not be in the group.

Important to note: the details regarding NSG’s concept is not to be shared with the public or to anyone outside of KT. If you do so, you may risk getting kicked out of the project as well as lose your job as a trainee.

Last but not least, congratulations on making it this far in the debut process! You have all worked hard and all of the Rookies mods are excited to go down this path along with you! If you have any questions, please send them either to the KT inbox or to one of the mods and we’ll answer them as soon as we can. Good luck!

#rknsg #taeminrk #aronrk #rkjimin #rksungho #rkxhyunjin

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hxpefulmuses · 5 years ago

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[A little something I wrote based on a few inbox interactions between my partner @despairfound and myself. I'll go back and edit any name mistakes later. I just like writing their names this way for simplicity sake. Now enjoy a very ooc interaction done purely for self indulgence purposes of Izuru x Servant. I've got other drabbles I'm working on for Komahina and Saiouma]

The sound of a door creaking open was enough to draw the male sitting with his back to the wall out of his thoughts. He only heaved a small sigh when he saw the shadow cast on the ground of whom had come to pay him a visit.

"Kamukura!" The way her voice interrupted the silence made him turn his body in the direction someone had been speaking.

"Mn?" That was all the response that she really deserved.

"I have something for you." She approached him with her arms behind her back obviously holding something in them. Whenever Junko had anything for him he wasn't sure if he could necessarily count it as anything enjoyable, or entertaining for that matter.

"What is it?" Izuru heard the sound of his own voice, but he was never sure if he was only telegraphing or replying to his own thoughts; they were such a jumble at times. He would probably regret replying to Junko as it was.

"A surprise! It's Halloween after all." The blond with pink highlights in her long pigtails was in a "good" mood, and when Junko was in a "good" mood that meant that he or her servant had to put up with her antics.

Before Izuru got much of a chance to question anything the despair pulled out a pair of cat ears, and a tail, both black in color and presented them as if they were the most generous offering anyone had ever made before.

"What are these?" Crimson optics eyed what the fashionista had pulled from behind her back.

He didn't have to wait too long for an explanation as Junko was only too pleased to volunteer the details on her own.

"You're going to keep a certain someone company for me. How about it?" Junko placed a pout on her pink lips before giving a halfhearted wave of her hand.

Usually, Izuru would have shrugged her off or just listened as she went on about her ideas to bring despair to the world-- one of which she had succeeded in, yet for now he was interested. "Who?" He asked while only so slightly moving his head to the left. The dark curtain of hair seemed to move along with even such a small movement.

"That's a surprise for both of you." She told him in a sing song voice while moving forward to attempt to slide the ears on him. He dodged her attempts even throwing out a hand a few times, but in her perseverance she had managed to get behind him and place the ears on his head.

Izuru wanted this to be over and done with as soon as possible, and it was a break from doing nothing so he just decided to comply. Junko could be tolerable in doses after all. "Tolerable".

The pigtailed despair bounced with joy before placing on her cutesy persona. "Oh, I just knew you would go along with it!" She moved to fasten a tail to the back of his suit before taking his hand, this time a more mature voice and persona in play. "We wouldn't want to keep the puppy waiting, now would we? It's such a lonesome Halloween so far for him." As if she actually cared whether it was or not; much of this was for her own enjoyment too.

Izuru didn't answer that, and only chose to follow Junko towards a room down the hall. She opened the door and he spied a shock of white with shading of pink. The eyes belonging to the servant were currently occupied with the pages of a book.

"Nagi! Happy Halloween!" The despair called out as if she was just calling out to someone else on the playground. "I brought you a playmate!" A hand pushed into the long haired male's lower back urging him forward. Izuru just simply complied stepping into the room.

At the interruption to the silence the servant who had been enjoying a temporary escape frowned at the voice lilting in the air. Nagito knew that Junko only brought the silent and indifferent Kamukura by as way of keeping him complacent-- and probably her own twisted amusement in some ways as well. He supposed that was what he got in return for his unpredictable cycles of luck. Junko didn't necessarily fear him, but she was definitely wary of him all the same as if she calculated several ways things could go wrong with his very existence and planned ahead.

"Enoshima," Nagito was wearing his usual cordial smile while putting his book off to the side. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" His last word was hinted with irritation laced within it. Did she say Happy Halloween wondered to himself.

"I already said I brought you a playmate. For Halloween!" Junko said with her arms cross over her chest. Her baby blues landed on the suit clad male, and Nagito who was always watching Junko's each and every move took the sight of him in.

"You bring someone like this to worthless scum like me?" He was so temperamental. His moods could switch on and on off just like they had been shifted into the on or off positions. "I guess Halloween isn't a total bust after all." He said giving a series of giggling that earned a shift in his breathing getting hitched slightly. To say he was pleased to see the dark-haired male was an understatement.

Once he managed to steady his breathing he took note of the cat ears and the tail trailing behind Kamukura. Both of which didn't seem to bother him in the least as he was wearing his usual mask of indifference.

Izuru walked forward, but not before moving out of the way of Junko getting ready to touch him again. He made his way over to the servant, and sat down with his back firm against the wall.

"Have fun you two." Junko had merely wanted to drop Kamukura off while attending to plans she had in mind. She couldn't very well have Mr. Wildcard getting in the way either. This left her shutting the heavy steel door behind her, and enabled Nagito to finally speak to the figure radiating hope and talent next to him. Besides, it was a good idea to keep both of them on their toes. It would be so much easier to throw despair at them when they least expected it.

"The look is surprisingly becoming on you, Kamukura." Nagito said with a wry chuckle before reaching out and running his fingers over the soft material of one of the feline appearing ears. "I really am lucky to be gifted with this..." He trailed off as the dark haired male wasn't so much as reactionary.

"Can you tell me why you would go along with such a thing?" He found himself asking as he removed his fingers from the cosplay ears, and slid down the wall, but not before edging closer to Kamukura.

"Sometimes it is easier to just go along with her whims all in the name of evading boredom." Izuru explained while moving a hand to lay atop his knee.

What he wasn't saying was the conflicted impressions that came into his mind whenever he was able to spend time with the snowy haired male. How he didn't mind his company.

Nagito's eyes lit up with an interest in them. He might as well enjoy the time he could get with the mysterious Kamukura. "You could easily best her in anything, but I guess I could understand." He made the last remark while bringing a finger to his chin in contemplation.

Izuru interrupted his thoughts leaving a surprised expression on the pale-haired male's face as the long-haired male spoke. "That is an interesting opinion considering you yourself could easily think several steps ahead of Enoshima." Before he was finished he spoke once more in a softer, yet still monotone voice. "I don't mind going along with her antics if they include you." After all the servant wasn't boring, no in more ways than one he was unpredictable. A small semblance of interest to Izuru.

"You give me and my lucky guesswork way too much credit." Nagito tells the hopeful with a smile on his features. He reaches up to a dark faux furred ear tracing his fingers along it between two fingers once more. "Ah! I get it you really do enjoy my presence after all." He chuckled. "I feel flattered!"

"I would say that your lucky guesswork has more credit to it than you would think." Izuru explained while trying to regain composure and indifference once more.

"More simply put, I tolerate you." Izuru said as once more he had been proved correct in that the servant wasn't easy to read. He hadn't expected the touch yet again.

"I see," Nagito's eyes took on a swirling of black in the grey green before twisting into despair. "So you simply tolerate me. That's fine!" Everyone else did as well. He said with a laugh. "They do suit you though." If Izuru's words had stung than it didn't show.

"Yes, I tolerate you." Izuru reiterated before his face fell from the total stoic mask, eyes gazing downward as if searching for a way to word what he meant. "Perhaps, it is a different sort of tolerate where you are concerned." Emotions could be complex for one who had been designed with the sole purpose of thinking in many ways and talents. "You are skilled in more than just luck." He tried saying once more.

Instead of trying to explain himself or his jumbled thoughts once more, he just moved in closer to the servant while his fingers found the metal links of his chain, and began idly playing with it. While he was doing that he reached up to the crown of his head and removed the velvety black cat ears. Without much deliberation on his actions he moved to place them on the other males crown of white tresses.

The corners of Nagito's lips turned up as he simply moved in closer towards Kamukura. He had a feeling that the one they called Izuru Kamukura was actually kinder and held a bigger heart than all of the indifference let on. Yet, appearances were often deceiving. "A different sort of tolerance? I can take that as an answer." He said before noticing that the cat ears had been switched ownership to his own head.

"Those suit you much better, I think, but I'll wear them if that is what you want." His own fingers moved to ghost across the wrist of the hand holding the chain.

"Then I will wear them." Izuru promptly switched ownership of the ears once more, but at the compliment he leaned in and licked the Servant's cheek before giving a monotoned "Meow. Happy Halloween." It hadn't been entirely boring after all. Though he would never admit that. He still didn't understand a lot of the excitement about the holiday however.

Nagito actually blushed at the sudden lick to his cheek. “Ahah, Happy Halloween. I’ll make some treats just for you once the kids are all in bed,” he reached up to playfully scratch behind Kamukura’s ear.

#:: drabbles ::#my writing #its late but i hope still enjoyable

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rainywritingsx · 6 years ago

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Mirio x Latina s/o who is quirkless but going to school to become a nurse💕

I’ve never written for Mirio before, so my apologies if it’s ooc! But thank you for the request, I thought this was a really cute idea ^_^ hope you enjoy! Feel free to give any feedback!

A/N: I also made Mirio a little older in this, just so you know

Words: 1065

Warnings: none

It was only my first day, y/n thought as she hurriedly walked around the hospital, helping doctors left and right. She wasn’t even an actual nurse yet, this was supposed to be for school but out of nowhere a big villain attacked, and hospitals needed anyone that could help.

Tons of pro heroes and even a students were brought in the hospital. This villain didn’t spare anyone. Thankfully, the fight was over now but people were still bringing in wounded heroes and students.

“L/n! We need you to help with this guy!” A voice called out which made the girl turn her head immediately. It was her own teacher, who seemed to be busy with helping an other patient. Across him was an other bed where a young man lied, still conscious but he appeared to be incredibly hurt.

Y/n quickly walked over to him, her heart swelling when she saw the smile on his face. Even though he was hurt and he could’ve died out there, he still had a sweet grin on his face.

“S-Sir I’m only studying to be a nurse, you know I can’t do anything really big.” She stuttered as soon as she realised she was on her own here. Her teacher smiled and walked over to her.

“I know that, l/n-san, I’ve already done the worst things but I really need to help other patients too, new ones keep coming on.” He was right... her education didn’t matter, she had learned enough to do the rest that was needed to be done. She nodded at him, a determined look in her eyes before she turned back to the injured male.

As she was doing the usual she needed to do, the unfamiliar man watched with a small smile until he decided to break the silence.

“I see you’re really good at this!” He said, his voice filled with positivity and amazement. Y/n looked up for a bit and smiled at him as a way to say thank you before going back to work. Ah, he was a pro hero and a teacher at UA high. Mirio Togata... his name sounded lovely in her head. She quickly threw away those thoughts. Stay professional, she told herself.

“I hope I am, Ive been studying to become a nurse for years.” She chuckled softly as she did a last check on him.

“You don’t sound like you’re from here, are you?” He asked curiously. Y/n had no idea why, but for some reason she felt warm whenever Mirio spoke to her. She tried to ignore it. She had to stay professional and a huge attack happened moments ago.

“I’m Latina but I moved here for university a few years ago.” She said, slightly blushing at her own accent. She never really noticed it until he mentioned that she wasn’t from here.

“Your Japanese is really good! If you didn’t look Latina I would’ve thought you were from here.” Y/n smiled softly at the compliment, feeling flattered. Although she wanted to speak to him more, what she needed to do now was her job and after that they could talk

Wait, why was she thinking about that? He probably wasn’t even interested... right?

After she was done, she looked at the young man. He couldn’t leave right away with his injuries, but the place kept on filling with new patients who needed care too. It would also be inconvenient for him to stay with all the noise around here.

“You can bring him to the hospital rooms over there.” Her teacher said, seeming to have known her thoughts just by seeing her face. Y/n smiled softly and nodded. She grabbed a wheelchair and rolled it towards the bed, where the Mirio still was- of course, she thought to herself. He was injured, how was he supposed to go anywhere on his own?

“Hey, is it too much for you to stand up and sit on this? I can help you if you’d like..” She trailed off, blushing at the thought. She quickly regathered herself.

What am I thinking, she told herself in her mind, he’s just a patient. I’ve done this before!

“If you could help me I’d appreciate that a lot.” He said to which she nodded. She tried to ignore her pounding heart as he leaned against her for support before sitting down on the wheelchair.

When they arrived at an empty hospital room, she helped him with getting on the bed again. After this, silence filled the room. Y/n didn’t really know what to say and neither did Mirio.

He didn’t really want to admit it, but he felt some type of way around y/n. It was something he never really felt before. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew he didn’t want this to be the last time he saw y/n.

“Miss l/n, I can take over now.” A nurse said as she entered the room. Y/n smiled, but on the inside she felt a bit sad as she wanted to spend more time with the young man. Little did she know Mirio felt the same way.

“It was nice to meet you, l/n-san.” Mirio said, a smile on his face as he spoke. “Thank you for taking care of me.” She nodded and shortly bowed at him.

“I wish you a good recovery, Togata-san.”

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“L/n-san! You got an email!” A classmate of y/n who was using her laptop said. She frowned and walked over to him. She never really got emails from people..

“Sorry, do you mind?” She asked her classmate, who shook her head.

“It’s your laptop.” She chuckled as she turned the laptop over to her. Y/n smiled at her before going to her inbox.

From: UA High

Dear L/N Y/N,

Based on a recommendation of one of our teachers, we’d like to ask you to become a nursing assistant at UA high. If you’re interested, please reply to this email.

We look forward to hearing more from you.

Nezu

A recommendation from one of their teachers... could it be...

Without realising it, a smile spread on y/n’s face. She knew exactly who this so-called teacher was. She’d love to get this job and hopefully something else could bloom out of this.

#boku no hero academia #mirio x reader #mirio togata #my hero academia #bnha scenario #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #mha scenario #bnha mirio #my hero academia mirio

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starrdew · 5 years ago

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// How I run my blog

SPEED: there are two modes that will get me to reply quickly: excitement and guilt. yes, “rp at your own pace. self-care is important,” yes. BUT. sometimes I feel big guilty of taking “too long” anyway. i also lack self-discipline as a default. it be that poor time management. on a very, very transparent note, I will always give special treatment to kit and sian.

REPLIES: matching length is something I grew out of, it’s called character development. my goal is to provide some sort of pay off for the new info/scene my partner introduced, and then move the scene forward. sometimes you can do all that with fewer words or sometimes you’re in a mental block. which is fine too bc shit happens

STARTERS: since I use this blog more as a “free-form 1x1″ than a true indie, I haven’t really made open starters. maybe I will at some point, don’t ask me to commit to anything. in general, I don’t mind writing the starter for a thread

INBOX: big fan of askbox memes, feel free to send messages IC. spontaneity keeps things spicy. the OOC positivity and “get to know you” asks are cute too

SELECTIVITY: i’m a virgo and I have standards..... but it’s in the vein of “do I think I will have chemistry with you as a writer and with your characters?” to each their own!

WISHLIST: I have a page of rp wishlist stuff on a page if the bulletjournal that I barely use correctly. but the gist is.... demons, ghosts, spoopy! there’s rarely (never?) a time where i’ll turn that down. science-fiction is also a big yes. are we in space? are we made of circuitry? all sexy ideas. historical fantasy??? YEAH. SIGN ME UP. not like.. not like white history or the world war type...

HONEST NOTE: idk how to read and intentionally misuse “sexy.” i’m just here for a gay ol’ time

TAGGED BY: the ever amazing @armsdealing TAGGING: @shcnebrights @writtenarcana

#tagged!#about the stargazer #all this really says is that i'm afraid of hard work and commitment

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armsdealing · 5 years ago

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// HOW I RUN MY BLOG.

SPEED: not good, i’ll admit. i am very slow in all aspects of running this blog, from plotting to the actual writing, to even writing headcanons and tidying the place around. i ought to be considered low to medium activity, and it all really depends on not just whether i am in college but whether i am mentally equipped to handle interacting with other people and writing at that given moment. to roleplay with me means to be a lil patient. i try to make up for it in enthusiasm and quality /nervous laughter. i’m also a bit speedier if im really excited about what is going on, but how long i take to reply has nothing to do with my excitement. occasionally i simply forget how to write or how to be a person.

REPLIES: i don’t worry about matching length. sometimes they will be a bit shorter, and sometimes they will be longer. if i do wind up matching, that’s great. it really depends on the character i am writing and what is needed in order to push the thread forward. i try to make my replies as proactive as possible, ergo, i dont want to merely react to what i’m being given. i try to introduce new information, events, switch things around, etc -- so sometimes i sit on a thread for a while in order to figure out a way to make my reply refreshing (it doesn’t naturally come to me sometimes), in a way revitalizing the thread. so i don’t worry about matching length, but about that. i don’t mind if you match or not, so long as the same care is placed into moving the story. occasionally i will queue, sometimes i will draft and dump a bunch of replies all at once into the dashboard. depends on my mood. also an important note: i will rarely drop a thread. if it feels like i have? i likely haven’t. you will get a sudden reply sooner or later. i understand not everyone can muster up inspiration for an old ass thread that hasn’t been the object of their attentions for a while, though. it’s a bummer, but i do get it. in my case, if i feel like there’s still something interest in it? i’ll want to continue it. however it can also be discussed in plotting. my partners can honestly take as long as they need to reply to threads, or drop them if they want, idfc, i love u, do what makes you most comfortable. we can always start a new thread.

STARTERS: i rarely post opens but if we’re plotting and discussing things sometimes i will hit you with that random starter, it’s how i like to do things. gotta keep my partners on their toes. starter calls are rare of me.

INBOX: mostly use inbox memes to discuss ooc stuff, but i welcome ic interactions (it’s always a nice surprise!) in my inbox and memes that have been reblogged.

SELECTIVITY: honestly i am selective with who i follow. there’s lots of freaks in this site, especially in this community; lots of things i just don’t want to deal with for my peace of mind. a lot of people i follow, i have for years and i am friends with by this point, and even if not, it’s overall people i respect or whose judgement i trust. this is why the new people i do follow, i follow cause i see several of my mutuals interacting with them and they seem cool and not weird. again, this is for my own comfort.

i also mostly write ocs, so i prefer to follow other ocs. i follow those i see myself interacting with, and softblock those i don’t. i deliberately not softblock inactives, and instead unfollow them, so in case the person comes back to the blog they can just let me know and i’ll follow again.

WISHLIST: honestly i can’t give u general statements right now. i have things i want to do with all of my characters and maybe eventually i will make a new list with them. to be quite honest with y’all though i want more ships and to ship with more of my mutuals, not just romantic ones but friendships and strong deep connections :^/

HONEST NOTE: i am extremely DUMB. this is to be kept in mind at all moments. i am not as closed off as i seem and if i am hit with some good energy i am likely to reciprocrate. never be afraid to toss ideas in my direction or just make urself at home.

TAGGED BY: stole from @huntershowl TAGGING: @undones, @9sik, @nolaroots, @themercifulmother, @starrdew, @ikumkani, @slwdancing, @hcppiier, @wthwolves , @czhng + steal it.

#about alex.#ooc.

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sol-korolevas · 6 years ago

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–––[reasons wretched and divine], part 1

pairing: quentin beck x reader; canon-divergent/soulmate au (but with a twist)

warnings: quentin being creepy and (future) minor violence

word count: 2.7k+

a/n: i’m an absolute fool and fell in love with a man i’ve yet to watch on the screen :// so not everything will be canon to the official movie and quentin and peter will be ooc. chapter one is going to be really dense and so will the next chapters. thank you for reading! i’m also tagging @emma-frxst, if you want to be on the tag list please inbox me<3

prologue chapter: x

people say that life is unfair. only the lucky few can get what they want while the rest slave away for years and years. your thumb hovers over the delete button to the rejection email. it was long past due for you to mull over just where did you go wrong. was it your resume? your cover letter? your portfolio of ideas you wanted to build but cannot because you lacked the funding? the impudent part of you wanted to put the blame on the people that sent you this rejection. but another, a dominant part of you that is still tethered to reality, forbids it. there isn’t anything you could do anymore but move on.

and so you become the sole volunteer non-parent chaperone to midtown high school’s summer field trip to venice, italy. you tuck in your phone and watch as ned and peter talk about the sights they want to see and listen to mj, who’s sitting next to you, pop bubblegum. you have half a mind to remind her that chewing gum isn’t allowed on the school bus, but your mind is constantly drifting off elsewhere. you heave a sigh as you lean down, one hand propping your chin up on your lap.

you catch yourself looking around again as the chatter of the students become white noise. you see peter attempting to catch mj’s interest by his command of european knowledge. ned seems to be acting as a backup in case peter stumbles. you brush a hand against your forehead, silently hoping mj could at least understand why peter is taking all the effort to talk to her. the scene reminds you of your high school days: you had such a stupid crush on a senior who every other person likes.

“peter hey.” you catch up to him just as everyone is exiting the bus. “look, i know you like mj and–”

“wait no, it’s not like that [name], i swear–” he cuts himself off as a deep red blush coats his cheeks. he’s sputtering out nonsense and waving his arms in front of him. a part of you wants to laugh and you do, barely holding it back as you press the back of your hand to your mouth. peter notices and manages to collect himself to stare at you as if you’re about to uncover more of his secrets. finally, he says, “don’t tell her, please?” he’s practically begging, eyes briefly scanning his surroundings as he clasps his hands together.

“nah i won’t, but you have to do your best and work harder-for her okay?” you said, rubbing a thumb against the corner of your mouth. “you got the romantic backdrop of venice so maybe confess before it’s too late.” you both stare at mj, who’s already taking pictures of every scenic building she sees alongside ned. you never thought she’s interested in doing this, but then again no one here had ever visited italy before.

peter certainly thinks about it, as he swings his arm back and forth and turns his gaze off to the ground. “yeah, right, i suppose i should soon, huh?” he glances at mj briefly before looking at you again. “wish me luck.” he mouths the last three words and you give him two thumbs up. the last time you see peter, he’s running to his friends with an animated strut.

after everyone’s settled, and hopefully peter said something, you decide to take some time off and walk around venice for yourself. there’s something serene and even magical about walking through a city all on your own. it’s a good time to think about what to do later when you get home and find more companies where you can apply to. you take your phone out and open the photos app, before scrolling to a picture of the recent invention you made. it’s not complete, nor does it work, but the idea is there.

except wherein others want to make a name for themselves, you want to create works that can support heroes in their fight against extraterrestrial enemies. the only brainchild that you came up was for a single person to navigate time and space. the only problem was the lack of funding and interested investors. which wasn’t a problem actually, because you want to refine your own work more before you move to stage two. it’s going to be a tremendous project, but you’ll be damned if you don’t try.

a sudden explosion snaps you out of your thoughts and off your feet’s balance. you topple down onto your back and a broken scream escapes. debris and ash fall down onto you as you reach for your phone. thinking at first it’s an accident, you look around for people who can help. instead, you see yourself and the instigator of the explosion: a humanoid shape that is zigzagging among the thick smoke. something titanous is moving within and that individual is trying to take it down. green smoke unfurls around the man; it’s both beautiful and unearthly–you feel a sudden pang of nostalgia.

pain flares through your chest, forcing you to flip onto your stomach. did you hurt something there when you fell? that’s impossible because you fell backward and nothing pierced into it either. but as time passes, the pain begins to intensify, the worst of it erupting through your very heart. you couldn’t stand up now and your mind is hazy. somewhere in the distance, a monstrous roar echoes, shaking the ground and the surrounding. you want to collapse and let everything fade away, but it’s easier to wish than to see it happen.

distant footsteps are coming towards you and maybe it’s the person who was fighting the monster or someone else. they gently turn you over and you see him, you really see him; he’s not alien-looking or does he look anything special. but something about him makes your heartbeat and another resurgence of pain courses through. a voice is trying to talk to you, but it’s not yours, no, it’s a voice deep within your mind that doesn’t belong to you in the slightest.

“i’m here, you’re going to be alright now,” the man says, placing one hand underneath your head. he holds you and you’re reminded of the heroes you see in television. except none of them looks tender with the civilians, not even captain america. then, it suddenly occurs to you that the voice inside your head is the same as his own. you remember your childhood, playing with an imaginary friend when no one else is looking. they had the same voice as his.

you must be going insane from this pain.

when you wake, you’re in an infirmary that doesn’t look right. instead of white sterile walls, you think you see what looks to be the insides of a cave. it’s dark save for the lights that keep it from getting any darker. a shape is hovering over you as you come to before you notice peter’s worried gaze staring at you. there’s a deep-set frown on his face when you lock eyes with him before his face falls.

“[name] i can explain, i’m–”

“you’re spiderman?” you cut him off with a calm response. your gaze travels down his body, where he’s still in his full suit minus the mask that’s clutched in his hand. peter is saying things again, trying to tell you not to tell anyone and that others know too, like ned and mj. but instead of listening, you look around, trying to look for someone else. so without hesitation, you stand up, body briefly struggling to hold itself together until peter comes to your side and supports you.

peter quickly explains what happened after you fell unconscious. apparently, the blip caused several holes to open in various parts of the world. strange creatures called elementals were able to cross over to earth and wreak havoc.

“-oh and, i made a new friend.” he gently tries to usher you to a chair, but you remain standing as the familiar caped man you saw appears in your vision. you gape, not knowing what else to do besides look. he doesn’t have his helmet on so you can see his facial features clearly. he’s handsome, that you will give him, but he looks familiar. nevermind that his voice is the same as the voice you came up for your imaginary friend as a child. but his face is identical to the dream encounters you once had as a child too-of a tall man with broad shoulders.

“this is mr. beck,” peter says, trying his hardest not to sound excited. he steps aside for the man to walk forward. you don’t respond at the moment because the familiar hum of pain is making your heartbeat harshly. you should have told peter off for allowing beck the room to come forward but it’s useless now. fortunately, the pain isn’t as bad as before, but you still place a hand over your chest. the attempt is in vain, but it gives you some semblance of peace.

“a pleasure to meet you, [name]–call me quentin,” comes his answer, before reaching a handout. you look down at it and you slowly take it. quentin doesn’t shake it, instead, he leaves his hand wrapped around yours, the entirety of it swallowing your hand. you want to pull away, but you couldn’t. maybe it’s because you’ve never felt such warmth before or maybe it’s…

“am i that strange to look at?” quentin says, chuckling. there’s a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. immediately, you retract your hand and offer a feeble apology. the pain is dulling now, but the fact that it still exists disturbs you.

“...you remind me of someone,” you tell him, eyes carefully roaming over his costume. now that’s different, you think. when you dreamed and saw him, he was wearing civilian clothing. you could remember them clearly, just a dirty plaid shirt and cargo pants too worn out to be considered functional. your mind’s no longer telling you the person in your dreams was someone else. they had to be quentin; they had to be.

this response from you elicits a reaction from quentin, as he lifts one eyebrow and leans forward slightly. your eyes dart to peter, who looks unsure of what to do with his presence. from the looks of it, even peter cannot help you out this time.

then, you chance a look back to quentin and notice the little things. you try to tell yourself that you’re judging too harshly–appearance doesn’t mean anything and all–but you still feel troubled. you recall the way people look at you, strangers and those who really know you. and it’s not just anyone for the latter, but someone who manages to find their way into your life by all means–yeah, quentin reminds you of that. there’s a dry lump in your throat that you force yourself to swallow.

“uh, should-should i do something?” peter’s jittery voice cuts through the silence. his interruption was much needed, for it opened a chance for you to slowly stand up and put some distance between quentin and yourself.

“i believe fury wants me to fully introduce myself to you actually,” quentin says. he moves and out of the corner of your eyes, you watch him position himself so his back is turned towards you. you hold your breath for a moment, hands clenching into loose fists before you relax, telling yourself you’re overthinking. “i’m here to tie up some loose ends and help get rid of the elementals. so if my presence discomforts anyone, please feel free to ignore me.”

he doesn’t look over his shoulder or make any other move. quentin’s talking to peter but you know he means you as well. but it’s not like you’re going to see him after this. whatever this is that you’re caught up in must be something too important for a mere civilian to get caught up in. maybe they’ll find a way to wipe your mind of this or...or–

you notice the space where peter situated is empty and quentin himself has turned towards you. “don’t be scared of me, i’m here to help.” his voice is soft, but you think it feels deceptive. you know better but you still look into his eyes, the whites of it a touch too much for you to feel pacified by his words. you’re uncomfortable now, especially with the lingering pain and a tired mind.

“i’ve also seen some of your inventions-the ones you’ve sketched i mean.”

quentin’s words snap you out of your thoughts. for a moment you feel stunned, unsure of how to react. your mind is searching for words to respond to, something like a quick thanks. even the easy things are hard to come by, especially since you never expected him to say this.

his lips form into a small smile. to you, it looks more like a smug grin.

“thanks, i guess,” is your response, though slow and soft, “they’re funny to laugh at.” you look at the floor before you feel quentin’s hand lightly touching yours, just a carefully brush of his fingers against your knuckles. you immediately pull away, sure that this is verging on inappropriate.

“i would love to find out more about your inventions and yourself, if you don’t mind.”

you suck in a deep breath and find what little courage you still have. “sorry, i have to think this through.”

you don’t look at him, but you know he’s still watching you with that sense of knowing on his face. so you head back to your room for the time being.

eventually you realize things are not as simple or easy. someone–and you know who–manages to convince the ones in charge to keep you here for the time being. gradually, despite your best efforts to leave, you are asked to stay with the promise of an internship in the future. peter even says this could be an internship too, although it’s unconventional.

and because you stayed, you need to acclimate to your environment and those around you. peter’s not always present and when he is, he’s quick to be sent off to work. you’re not sure what midtown is told about your situations but you’re sure that’s unimportant right now, especially when the safety of earth is at stake again.

fury and maria, two agents you were just acquainted with, were better companions than quentin. you learned about the man, dubbed mysterio by peers, was from another earth similar to yours. he lost his own family, which you are honestly sympathetic for, and came here to seek vengeance.

he’s always close physically, sometimes trailing behind you just to talk to you. before long, you forced yourself to get used to his presence. with that, a certain reckless boldness.

“why do you always insist on following me?” you ask, hoping it doesn’t sound biting. but it did because you’re gritting your teeth and your mind’s on edge. “we just met, mr. beck, and believe me i really want to know so please tell me as it is.”

there’s that same blank look on his face. but you see the set of his jaw and the way his fingers twitch. “you remind me of someone close to me.” for a second, you hear his voice crack and his facade break. his mouth is pressed into a thin line, as if he’s trying to hold back more words. “the way you like building things, your demeanor, and even your voice–they are just like you.” then, as if trying to touch something sacred, he brings a hand up and brushes it along your cheek. immediately a sliver of pain follows his trail of touch. you wince, hand raising to grip at his wrist.

“i’m not, sorry,” you say in a shaky voice. then, you gently push his hand down and the pain slowly subsides. still, a dull throb persists in your heart’s core but you’ve learned to manage it. then you turn your gaze away, eyes keeping to the way his hands dropping to his side. “but i hope you find them in this timeline.”

you think back to quentin’s words: feel free to ignore me. that’s what you should do from now on. ignore him and let all the negative feelings trail away.

you run before quentin can catch you just as the pain bursts from your heart.

you cannot stand being here anymore.

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