#taking a Colour Scripting class and oh

[kabretoss]

laying on the ground and having a little scream about art

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: About

[Art by: @tearosepedall]

[Jerk Ford Not a jerk to his brother and only his brother The most hated Ford in the Multiverse]

[Doesn't need as much protecting Teen Jerk Ford: F#ck off Teen Stan: Ford! Don't do that!]

[Stan is a well liked guy Stan never ended up homeless, because Ford believed him]

Ford was the worst type of student because he's really good at everything that he does, just like any other version of himself. Like, the teachers were mad he was their best (academically speaking) student.

They'd prefer it if he was a delinquent who never did his homework and showed up late to class. But no, he not only did all of his assignments, but he also did extra credit that he didn't need, and showed up early to everything. Just like all of the other Fords.

He was the Chess, Spelling Bee, and Debate Team champion all four years he was in high school. He could have skipped several grades and only didn't because ya know, twin. And this continued while he was in college and got his 12 PHDs.

Stanley was his only supporter in all of that because everyone wanted him to fail. Some people (like their parents) even tried to pressure Stan into also hating his brother but one of the Universal Constants is that you can't make Stan hate his brother. People didn’t even bring up the fact that Stanley wasn’t the genius twin, people called him the ‘good twin’ because he wasn’t a jerk.

Stanley is just a regular guy in this AU. He was never a criminal or con artist. He went to Backupsmore University with Stanford and Fiddleford (Fiddleford would sometimes use Stan to pass messages along to Ford, because he did not want to talk to Ford if he didn't have to). He's a Chemistry Teacher who also helps out with Theatre.

[Bill: You tricked me!!! Jerk Ford: Skill Issue]

[Jerk Ford, to all other AU Fords: Wait! You all actually fell for that triangles flattery?! LOL]

He knew Bill Cipher was just f***ing with him with all of that talk of "I'm a muse" and "You're more special than everybody" (he already knew that he doesn't need a triangle to validate that). Ford just wanted to flip the script on him in the end in the most elaborate 1980s version of Jackass you've ever seen.

All of the other Fords hate him so much not just because he's a jerk (that's the majority of the reason though), but because of how weirdly competent and self-actualized he is comparatively speaking.

He didn't fall for Bill tricks. He's so sure of himself that he doesn't have the same hero (or villain, depending on the AU) complex. He doesn't want to take over the universe, or be the savior of it, or even be the one who kills Bill Cipher. He's just a jerk to everybody (except Stan) because he likes being a jerk.

Jerk Ford is one of the few Fords who maxed out his Charisma. He just uses that charisma to make people hate him instead of like him

Because charisma isn't just 'likability', it's your Presence and Force of Personality. His presence is so strong all he has to do is walk into a room, and you know he's an a**hole.

If you were to sum up what Jerk Ford is like around other Fords, it's like this:

"Every Stanford Pines in the multiverse reviles and despises that man."

Jerk Ford: You all want to be me so bad.

"NO WE DON'T YOU A**HOLE"

[Mabel: He's not actually THAT big of a jerk right?" Dipper: *wants to strangle him* Jerk Ford: Stanley who are these twerps?]

[Stan: Oh! They are family poindexter, Shermies grandkids! Jerk Ford: I see *doesn't care*]

If I were to give Jerk Ford a unique design to set him apart from Fords of other AUs, his turtleneck and muddied boots are swapped with these:

The hoodie is the usual red colour, the font is probably the same gold colour as his zodiac symbol. The puffed croc boots are also probably the same colour as canon Fords.

He doesn't have any embarrassing tattoos because the tattoo artists of Gravity Falls would never service Ford. Because he's not just banned from every establishment in Gravity Falls, but if he enters any business you are legally allowed to and encouraged to shoot him.

In fact Bill gave up possessing Ford to ruin his reputation with the townsfolk early on because nothing he did was worse than anything Ford did by himself.

You know how Ford drew himself coming out of the portal with aura in Journal Three?

Most of the other Fords try to look cool, and you just have this dude over here who doesn't give a s*** because he already believed his own hype. He doesn't feel the need to be ✨Extra✨ unless if he's being mean or generally unpleasant to somebody.

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[outoftheirdifferences]

15 Questions For The Writer

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope; my parents chose my name specifically for its meaning, rather than anything else.

2. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday. I was watching CinemaTherapy's video about Wreck-it Ralph on Youtube, and they showed the Broken Karted scene and OH MAN that scene ruins me emotionally every time, I was just sobbing over here xD;;;

3. Do you have kids? Nerp. I'd kinda like to adopt someday, though.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Only in contexts when it's clear that I'm joking. I don't like to be misunderstood, so I try to only use it when I can be obvious about it!

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? That's going to be their clothes, probably; not necessarily in great detail, but at least the basics of what kind of shirt or whatever they're wearing. I'm not always great with, e.g., faces - and even less so with maintaining eye contact! - so details of those don't tend to stand out to me right away.

6. What’s your eye colour? I don't even know anymore. Mostly a kind of off-grey, I think? Though there seems to be a tiny splatter of brown in there too; and I'm sure they used to be closer to blue when I was a child. So...?

7. Scary movies or happy endings? I do not do scary movies at all. As a kid I was easily upset and so wouldn't consider even touching them with a ten foot pole, and even now I'm too squeamish for guts and gore xD Happy endings - or at least endings with an aspect of hope to them even if they're not fully happy - are definitely my scene.

8. Any special talents? I am absolutely great at memorising movie scripts. I could recite the entirety of The Lion King, for example, word for word at the drop of a hat, and the same is true of several other movies too if I've watched them at least a handful of times. Toy Story 2 is another good example; and as a kid I had both Buzz Lightyear of Star Command: The Adventure Begins and Bionicle: Mask of Light - two childhood favourites! - committed to memory as well... though I'm a bit rusty on those two these days, I can probably still recite a fair chunk of either of them. There are even more movies, mostly animated ones, where I can do something like 85% of them for memory but just stumble on certain specific details.

And I have absolutely no idea what to do with this ability. I'd love to find some context in which this was actually USEFUL; but that degree of excellent memory doesn't necessarily apply to other things, it's very specific to movie dialogue, so it's kind of... a very limited usability?

9. Where were you born? Ascot, UK.

11. Have you any pets? Nope. I'd love to have a dog, but I can't really afford it at present... and am not sure I'd be up to taking responsibility for one all by myself, either. In the future once my gf and I are in the same place together long-term, maybe!

Otherwise, I haven't had a pet in the family since my parents took on looking after my grandma's elderly budgie, after she could no longer care for him, when I was really young.

12. What sport do you play/have played? NONE xD Sports have never been for me; I'm not particularly athletic anyway and even watching them has doesn't appeal to me, much less participating!

Okay, not strictly true, although the sentiment still stands! But I recall I did take part in rounders club in my last year of primary school (rounders has some similarities to, and derives from the same roots as, baseball, although is kinda a lower-intensity British version without the signature gloves) but that was just for a little bit of fun. In secondary school we had to play some sports in PE classes, but I avoided the action in those as much as possible. And I've very occasionally played casual badminton with my mum or with friends; but again never competitively, only for fun.

13. How tall are you? 1.73 metres, a.k.a. roughly 5'8".

14. Favourite subject in school? DT Graphic Design. You'd think Art, wouldn't you... but I could never really get into that, I preferred to just draw on my own terms than study different styles or whatever. Graphic Design was all about designing our own stuff, though, and that was the part that really drew me in and was a lot of fun.

Also kinda Maths, not that I especially enjoyed it but I was good at it - which made it satisfying, if not exciting!

15. Dream job? ANIMATOR! In the distant future, that is, as far as it being a job goes: for now I'm not ready to try for it as a career but I am focusing on working on animated projects in my own time. I'm pretty much entirely self-taught, so for now I just want to focus on practicing and getting good at it before I pursue it on a serious level... but that's the eventual dream, at least!

tagging: Anyone! tagged by: taken from @storybounded

[fardell24b]

Mysteries of Aurora - The Manuscript Part 1

Monday, September 9, 2024

After a couple of classes, Olivia Marcus was back in the Nordic Section of the Main Library. She had taken a break over Sunday, talking with Janara as she gamed and listening to various audiobooks. She was into a book on the situation in Urbs Aeterna in the decades leading up to the Capture when she heard something in the distance.

“What was that?” She looked around and saw a couple of people arguing near one of the doorways between the Nordic Section and the Ancient Section.

“Something’s happening,” she murmured.

She went up to the two. “What’s happening?” she asked.

One of the two was an assistant she had seen the previous week. “Something is missing,” he answered.

“Missing?” she asked.

The, other, an older lady, answered. “A manuscript that was supposed to be written before 1000 BC is missing.”

“How could something like that go missing?” Olivia asked.

“We have no idea,” the older lady answered.

“It could be an inside job,” the assistant, David, said.

“That’s not possible!” the older librarian said. “Those stories of secret societies within AAUA are just that, stories.”

“But still, it’s missing, right?” Olivia said.

“Yes. The Head Librarian noticed that it was missing this morning,” David said.

“Should we be telling her?” the other librarian asked.

“She wanted to know,” David said.

“I guess,” the other said.

“Olivia, and I met David last week.”

“You can call me Talia.”

“Talia,” Olivia considered. “Can I have a look at where it was?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Olivia,” Talia said.

“I may be able to help. I have a way of noticing things,” Olivia said.

“At least we should give it a try,” David said.

“Fine!”

The trio went into the Ancient Section. The manuscript was stored in a nook on the second floor not far from the Geography Section. The ancient stone walls were more rough, as though the nook was an afterthought for the original builders over two or three millennia before.

“It was here,” David said as he pointed to a spot on a shelf.

Olivia looked at the shelf. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There was the stand the manuscript had been on, and other manuscripts on the shelf and on the shelves above and below it. She recognised the patterns of the script as the pre-Roman Auroralic Script, even if the dyslexia made her unable to see the individual letters. “Sorry. But maybe some other new student could.”

“What do you mean?” Talia asked.

“I haven’t met her, but I heard that there is an artistic synesthete somewhere,” Olivia said. ‘It is just a rumor, but if they are actually at AAUA, they can help,’ she thought.

“Synaesthesia,” Talia considered. “Are you saying that they might pick up something?”

Olivia shrugged. “It may be possible.”

“Then go, try to find her, while we continue looking,” David said.

In the Art Department, Freya Andersson looked around the First Year Art Studio. The space was half filled with other art students, many of whom were dressed colourfully in different ways. ‘That’s to be expected,’ she thought before she turned back to her current project. She then closed her eyes as she painted by touch. ‘Something abstract, about new beginnings, given that I am now here, at AAUA.’

It didn’t take Olivia long to get to the Art Department. She found herself feeling out of place amongst the students who expressed themselves in the way they dressed as well as their unconventional hair colours. But at least there weren’t all that many of them. She looked at the directory, which was quite easy to read. “First Year Art Studio, up ahead.”

But when she got there, she saw that there were a large number of students. ‘Ugh!’ she thought as her heart beat faster.

“May I help you?” a student with short electric blue hair asked.

“I was looking for someone.”

“What is her name?”

“I haven’t heard her name,” Olivia admitted. “Just that I heard that there is an outgoing creative synesthete.”

“Oh, you must mean Freya; she has made quite a splash already.”

“Freya,” Olivia considered. “Could you get her?”

“She’s just in there, somewhere.”

“There’s too many people.”

Xenia saw that this dark haired student was anxious. “I’ll find Freya for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Freya!”

Freya paused her painting, turned and opened her eyes. “Yes, Xenia?”

“There is someone asking for you.”

“Who is it?”

“She didn’t give her name,” Xenia admitted. “But it must be important.”

Freya considered her response. “She can come here and ask me,” she said.

“But it seems that she’s overwhelmed by the number of people in here.”

“Oh,” Freya, said as she looked around. ‘There are a lot of people here,’ she thought. All the colours of the artworks in progress and their clothing were a little overwhelming for her. “Lead the way.”

Olivia didn’t have to wait long. Even so, she closed her eyes as she waited.

“Here she is,” the blue haired girl said.

She opened her eyes and saw a pink haired girl with her own eyes closed. ‘Is it the same one who helped me with that map?’ she wondered. “I’m Olivia.”

“Freya,” the pink haired girl said. “So, what is it you want help with?”

Olivia then explained about the missing manuscript.

Freya had to admit, she was interested in trying to find that manuscript, but she wanted to finish what she was working on first. “I’ll help,” she said.

“You will?” Olivia asked.

“You will? Xenia repeated.

“But I will finish what I was working on first,” Freya said.

“Oh,” Olivia said.

“It should be less than an hour,” Freya added.

“I can wait,” Olivia said.

“You don’t have to,” Freya said.

“I’ll go back to the Library, and say that you’re coming,” Olivia said.

“Are you sure?” Xenia asked after Olivia had gone.

“Yes,” Freya answered. “It is interesting. And It’s another way I can challenge myself. I’d like to see if I can solve this mystery.”

“It’s the pushing your boundaries thing, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely!” Freya said as she bounced up and down.

Xenia sighed. “I see that you’re excited.”

“Of course,” Freya said as she rushed back to her painting.

Olivia returned to the Ancient Section. “You didn’t find her?” David asked.

“I did,” Olivia responded. “She was busy working on something, but she will be here soon.”

“Got it,” David said. “Talia has continued to look, to see if it has been misplaced.”

“I’ll go and help,” She said.

“Sure.”

Talia was looking in other nooks nearby. “It’s looking like it has definitely has been taken,” she said when she saw Olivia coming.

“I’ll help.”

“What about the synesthete?”

“She’s coming,” Olivia said. “But I have another class soon.”

Freya and Xenia entered the Ancient Section from the Early Roman section. “Are you sure the directions are accurate? This Library is like a maze,” Xenia said.

“I was here last week,” Freya said. “Looking up a lake that no longer exists.”

“Where was it.”

“Upstream of Urbs Aeterna, along the Aterana River.”

“The Aterana River, Aurora’s center of population,” Xenia stated.

“I’m sure it’s further south,” Freya said as they came up to the Geography Section.

“Wait, it’s the center of population of the Northern Provinces,” Xenia clarified.

“I guess so,” Freya said as she looked around.

“Is one of you Freya?” an older lady asked.

“I’m Freya and this is Xenia. Where’s Olivia?”

“She had to go to class,” the older lady answered. “You can call me Talia.”

“OK, show me where this manuscript was taken from,” Freya said after a few moments thought.

“Right this way.”

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We decided to watch a movie on Tubi because it sounded kinda bad, we had literally no idea how bad it would be.

I'm gonna start by saying that whoever took care of the lighting was doing everything in their power to save this movie. Their efforts were in vain but they tried.

The premise of the movie is that a class of "parapsychology doctorate" students are offered the opportunity to not have to defend their thesis and instead only have to spend one night in a haunted house.

The movie treats this set up as totally normal and plausible. It also takes like 45 minutes to set up that single sentence of premise. I'm not joking this movie is paced like a fucking glacier.

Also, for reasons I legitimately cannot make heads or tails of, is really really horrifically racist. The entire class are all people of colour and the haunted house is a slave plantation. The thesis of the movie is that it is good and righteous to obey authority; whether that authority is your professor, god, or the maniacal ghost of a slave owning cotton baron are irrelevant distinctions. Submitting to authority is always the unquestionably morally sound choice. I am not joking at all this movie somehow stumbles into slavery apologia and it does so in such a wildly haphazard poorly scripted manner I am not entirely sure this was a conscious decision on the part of the filmmaker.

Oh also the filmmaker is a black woman from Texas, I could not be more baffled if I tried.

[prismatranslates-cue]

Yuzuha [Neorealism!] Part 1

Kirika: Today your assignment will be a study based on the film Bicycle Thieves.

Yuzuha: Coach, over here!

Kirika: Yes, Kujo-san?

Yuzuha: I had my bike stolen once.

Kirika: I’m sorry to hear that.

Kirika: Despite the title, the protagonist is actually the victim of a bike theft.

Yuzuha: Oh, just like me then.

Kirika: The film was made quite a few decades ago, so keep in mind that the value of a bicycle was different from what it is today.

Kirika: You would do well to take note of the historical background, the social classes of the different characters, and the relationships between parents and their children.

Yuzuha: Coach, over here!

Kirika: Yes, Kujo-san?

Yuzuha: Who are the thieves?

Kirika: You can see for yourself when you watch the film.

Kirika: Your assignment is to watch the film and pick one scene to reenact as a group. You may take liberties with the script if it better suits your own interpretation.

Kirika: Furthermore, I’d like to assign the scriptwriting to…you, Kujo-san.

Yuzuha: Okay.

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Chisa: Kirika-sensei’s really figured out how to handle Yuzuha.

Yuzuha: Hm?

Chisa: Oh, nothing. Have any of you ever watched this movie?

Yuuki: Nope.

Airi: I think it’s from Italy, and from before films were in colour.

Chisa: It’s not one of those silent films, is it?

Airi: I don’t think so…?

Yuzuha: Hmm, I’m not that great with Italian.

Chisa: You’re not…thinking of writing our script in Italian, are you?

Yuzuha: You think I shouldn't?

Chisa: Uh, obviously!

Yuuki: I don’t see a problem.

Chisa: Huh?

Yuuki: I know a bit of Italian myself! “Buono!” and all that.

Airi: Oh, that means “Yummy!” right?

Yuuki: Yep yep. …That’s pretty much all I’ve got.

Chisa: And that one word is enough for you to feel confident doing a whole script in Italian…?

Yuzuha: Mm, sorry Yuuki. I’m really not confident enough with Italian, so I’ll stick to Japanese.

Yuuki: Well, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Chisa: Why do you sound so ungrateful?

Airi: We should go rent a DVD of it on the way home!

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Yuzuha: Hey, I found these two copies of it from two different aisles. Which one should we get?

Airi: I would think either one is fine…?

Chisa: What, do you think they were sorted separately because they’re that different?

Yuuki: If you’re really worried about it, we can always just rent both.

Yuzuha: Good idea! Let’s do it ♪

Chisa: Is there really a point to that…?

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Chisa: That’s how it ends, huh…What a downer. I wish it was a bit happier.

Yuzuha: Mmm.

Yuuki: He never got his bike back in the end.

Airi: Poverty is definitely a key theme.

Yuzuha: Which part should we do a reenactment of?

Yuuki: Yuzuha probably can’t even imagine what being poor is like.

Yuzuha: Should we try to focus on acting out being poor?

Airi: It’s an integral part of the story, there’s no avoiding it. The characters had to pawn off their bedsheets to even be able to afford food.

Chisa: Just thinking about it hurts my heart.

Yuzuha: I guess the hardest thing for me to relate to is how worked up they got over that bicycle. For me, someone stealing a bike might as well be stealing a cheap umbrella, you know?

Chisa: You really are something else…

Airi: Maybe you could try imagining something in place of the bicycle?

Chisa: Yuzuha, what’s something that you’d hate to have stolen from you?

Yuzuha: Hmm…maybe my bag.

Chisa: Your bag, huh. Okay, so what would you do if it did get stolen?

Yuzuha: Buy another one.

Chisa: Right? But the protagonist in the film couldn’t do that, so he was desperately searching for that one bicycle.

Airi: Especially since he needed it for his job. Without that bicycle, he couldn’t make a living.

Yuzuha: So something that I can’t do without because I need it for my job…oh, like my voice?

Chisa: What are you, the Little Mermaid?

Yuzuha: Maybe my script, then?

Yuuki: Would that be a big deal?

Chisa: Uh, yes it would be, but who’s trying to steal that in the first place?

Yuzuha: Oh, I know. Self-confidence!

Chisa: That’s definitely important, but…that’s an abstract concept.

Yuuki: How about money?

Yuzuha: I’m sure I’d always have more.

Airi: I guess we really can’t find anything comparable for Yuzuha-chan…

Chisa: It’s hard to believe, but I guess so.

Yuuki: So Yuzuha can’t get anything out of this movie, huh.

Yuzuha: Wait, then what am I supposed to do about this script? What scene do I use?

Yuuki: All up to you!

Chisa: Please and thank you.

Airi: Sorry for the trouble.

Yuuki, Chisa, and Airi leave.

Yuzuha: Hmm. Maybe a rewatch will help.

To be continued...in Part 2

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Notes

"Neorealism" in the card title refers to a film movement from post-World War 2 Italy. Bicycle Thieves is a notable example of a film from this movement.

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i too am enjoying this slow conversation, it’s rather lovely <3 i will also throw in a readmore to keep this post from taking on the colours of the sky

I think for sure there must have been incidents of the Script being used for assassinations and conflict - definitely between the two nations; I have a vague notion that the peace between them is somewhat recent, and part of the treaty involves wedding a high-ranked or ruling male son into the Sunblessed line regularly (one of those ‘this is to show our love and collaboration as a nation but also it’s lowkey a hostage situation’ sort of arrangements.). Otienne’s father is Jhesk, and she’s always suspected him of influencing her mother’s political decisions.

(how much he’s actually influenced is up for debate, imo. Otienne is just so political-games-brained she suspects the worst of everyone; when she doesn’t write them off as incompetent)

and yes! the idea of keeping more powerful Script usage in noble hands would narrow down the options for ‘who did that Great Working?’ rather a lot. the idea of a commoner learning ‘noble grammar’ in secret is also very compelling - some sort of rebel leader, perhaps, for an attempted uprising…

the commonplace spells thing is something i love; little mundane magics that add world flavour and also let me give my fantasy people a few ‘modern’ conveniences with the application of a few strokes of a brush or slices of a knife.

im very glad you like the body horror warrior curses thing! your ideas on that are extremely good and i am 100% stealing them to throw into the general ideas section on this wip. a blessing of endurace leaving someone incapable of knowing when they’re hurt! and the warrior with flesh now bound into her armour that’s healed around her…oh that’s horrifically glorious. as you say, lots of fun options

The Jhesk tradition is a lot safer and it’s the one I’d rather use honestly. I imagine the Illumin deride it as ��cowardly’ as well as temporary: “You’re not confident enough in your execution to carve a spell into a simple chair? Tch.”

Oooh creation myth brainstorming! im stealing that philosophy quote too, it’s too wonderful. I think you nailed it with the chicken or egg comparison: i haven’t put any long-lived races in this world (yet) so all the origins are very very much lost to time. The only ‘word’ mortals have on the subject is from the handful of occasions the gods come down, which in the case of the Sun Queen is extremely rare, and even though the Moon King and his daughters can descend more regularly, i feel like they don’t really take advantage much.

doing Gender and Culture at a story has become a joy for me too in recent wips! trying to think about ‘okay, so if queerness is this in this world, what does that look like? what are the standards, what are the deviations? what counts as conforming/not-conforming? which expressions are celebrated and which are punished?’ are all so fascinating. I love following the rabbit hole to see where my implications take me (hence why I have many paragraphs about Naazgaran relationship structures in my Valloroth notes that will mostly likely never crop up in the actual story. i just found the concepts i was playing with re: social class and gender being so linked too fascinating not to explore)

i do want to sit and work out some more Things about trans people in Dark of the Moon at some point; Ihrone is trans, so it’s a theme that will appear (somewhere around the porn, I assume), and I’d like to have a few concepts nailed down in my mind when it does. the porn has to make sense in the fiction!!

like: how possible/accessible is the kind of transition Ihrone did? I imagine not very, since no-one checked her for it when she got inducted into the Scriptorium. I also imagine not very outside of the nobility and their access to complex Script grammar - though perhaps in Jheskam it may be more common to try, or to create illusion charms that can be removed, since that’s less risky than attempting to carve complicated characters into your flesh to permanently alter your body.

I may need to make Otienne an astrology girlie. Born at noon or something herself, so she can be superior about her ‘birthright connection to the Sun Queen’ maybe. there are absolutely charts involved, and fortune-tellers who can divine your future or find you a husband based on the the time of day and phase of the moon you were born. Eclipse babies in the Archipelago are either super special (solar eclipse, the one day every [tbd, lots] the Sun Queen can descend to earth) or most unfortunate (lunar eclipse, absence of light entirely). Doomed to an unlucky life.

you have got Otienne down EXACTLY - she would be that way if she got a dragon. ‘even though it techincally fell on Ihrone’s head’ asdlkd yes.

re: pregnancy - you’re good, no worries, no toes stepped on! it’s just a squick, not hugely triggering or anything. (and unfortunately one i must tolerate in the proximity of many of my erotica preferences…monsterfucker side of tumblr i love you but the obsession with breeding and having werewolf puppies and orc babies i can live without TT_TT). in this story-verse im almost sad it’s not a kink of mine, because doing body horror magic pregnancy @ Otienne could be a lot of fun…but never say never: i used to be quite arachnophobic and look where we are re: vizaeth and his spiderfucking tendencies, and also an entire novel about a guy who just loves spiders So Much.

Otienne’s self-aggrandising, self-obsessed, superiority complex POV has already captivated me, so im as excited to write it as you are to read it honestly. and i am WITH you on the curiosity killed the cat wizards. i love writing those type of characters - and playing them also. I had a librarian in Call of Cthulhu based on Evie from the Mummy who went just So insane from poking things. She once crawled into an open sarcophagus with a mummy inside to get a better look at the carvings that were like. whispering cthluhian horror magic at her.

and like yeah, i could give Ihrone a deeper reason, but knowledge for knowledge’s sake works so well, as you say. being disatisfied and wanting to know more for the sake of knowing it (of knowing things other people don’t) is such a strong motivator for her to make terrible decisions. like, ‘any sane person wouldn’t open the evil cursed book of a thousand horrors: but I simply must know what it says!’

im always happy to answer questions! im delighted you’re so interested in the girls; it makes me more interested in them to think about these things, honestly, so the more you ask the more my inspiration/motivation to poke at their story grows :p

So this morning before the last chapter of Obedience dropped, I was catching up on some other fics of yours I hadn't read yet and had a lot of fun with Thief of Desire and Bleed So Beautiful. Fascinated with these fucked up women. Can I ask for some more information or a little bit of background on Osinrya, Otienne and Ihrone?

i adored your comment on thief of desire earlier! they are truly some fucked up lil ladies

(for your perusal, should you wish, the wip tag is here)

so i'll take them in order:

Osinyra is the sixth of the Moon King's seven daughters. I wanted a devil-type character, so aesthetically that's what she is, with her horns and tail and claws and such. I don't have divinity specifics on how come the Moon King has daughters as-yet (idk if I will, having it Just Be is kinda fun), but they are minor divinities in and of themselves.

She lives in a palace on the moon, but is fascinated by mortals the way a human might be fascinated by a particularly interesting bug. She's a shapeshifter, in that she can alter various aspects of her appearance by using the Grand Script (the magic system of this story). She's like 7 and a half feet tall, technically immortal, and doesn't want to understand mortalkind so much as hold her magnifying glass over its anthill

Otienne is the heir to the throne of the Solar Archipelago - the capital island is Illumé. She's a conniving little bitch who loves playing politics and blackmailing people, and she's the reason Osinyra is down here playing with her and Ihrone.

Because with her royal line, the Sunblessed, she can only inherit her throne if she already has a child, an heir, so that the line is assured to continue. And Otienne, being Otienne, decided Go Big or Go Home, and got Ihrone to help her summon the Moon King to father her child. She got Osinyra instead and now they're being insane lesbians at each other.

Appearance-wise, Otienne is a pretty pretty princess. She's small and curvy with gorgeous tits and immaculate red curls. She likes expensive dresses and jewellery, and has a heart-shaped birthmark on her hip. She has golden eyes, which all the Sunblessed do; they allege it's a mark of their favour from the Sun Queen. Such favour is historically recorded, but kinda debateably Real.

Ihrone is the wet cat of the series. She's from Jheskam, the country on the mainland that the Archipelago sits off of, and an immigrant to Illumé. She wants only to study the Grand Script - and the Sunblessed Scriptorium is the BEST place to do that. Unfortunately, only born women are allowed to be there, and Ihrone is trans. Secretly. So secretly that only her parents back in Jheskam know - and Otienne, of course, who sniffs out secrets like a fucking bloodhound and uses this one to blackmail her favourite Scholar into doing whatever she wants :)

Ihrone is taller and slimmer than Otienne, darker skinned, with long, straight dark hair, like most Jhesk. Her heterochromia has her dubbed moonblessed, as you read in the fic, though i have yet to fully explore what else that might mean other than 'Osinyra Really Likes It'

She is built to be my 'no no no please don't (oh oh i like it)' character to inflict Suffering upon and so far she's doing a wonderful job <3

[byhees]

nerdy dots!

엔하이픈 희승 ・ female reader + word count 600 genre fluff love-struck high school au nerd!hee brief classmates2lovers warnings not proof-read kissing — more

a/n. blank

poster boy of a movie-scripted nerd; signature feature would be his thick-rimmed, wireframe glasses— the same ones that’d gradually slide down his nose bridge when he gets engrossed in his studies.

takes such great care in maintaining a neat and presentable appearance; uniform’s always meticulously ironed, free from any wrinkles or creases.

seldom engages in conversations beyond the realm of academic discussions, and even if he does, it’s kept to the bare minimum.

a super-academic-focused person; often finds himself engrossed in textbooks, absorbed in the world of theories and formulas.

that’s all until you; it’s as though his entire life trajectory had taken a whole one-eighty.

first (actual) encounter was in an advanced mathematics class; you had been called up to answer a question on the board, and shortly after an interlude of continuous erasing and blank stares, heeseung was asked to help you out.

he did the question as per usual, turned to look at you, and instant ‘shallalalala’ sound effect; you looked so cheery, and so pretty. although he has read a fair share of the dictionary, there’s not a single word that’s capable of describing your beauty.

heeseung laid in bed that night, recalling that small smile tugging on the corners of your lips.

has the biggest, fattest crush on you; smiles real hard when paired with you in group projects, awkwardly laughing to try not to malfunction when you give him a compliment, gazing at you from afar because you’re just so, so enchanting.

finding excuses to talk to you, like leaving a notebook behind in class. he’s well aware that his book’s tucked away in his backpack; he’s secretly hoping for a chance to exchange a few words.

ears perking whenever someone mentions your name.

overthinks every little interaction.

cares a whole lot about your safety; buys you a set of cycling safety gear, as well as a helmet, of your favourite colour; “you can never be too sure.. apparently, bicycle helmets prevent serious brain injury in 88% of serious crashes.”

stating all his science facts just to impress you; “oh, uh, fun fact, lightning strikes crack oxygen molecules in the atmosphere into radicals which reform into ozone. that’s why there’s a certain smell after a thunderstorm.”

tells you stupid jokes just to hear you laugh; “what do you call an acid with an attitude?” (moment of silence) “a-mean-o-acid.”

breath hitches whenever you lean in to push up his glasses.

walks you home one day, hands gently grazing against one another in the empty space between your bodies; all of a sudden, you’d take his hand in yours, a soft “you’ve been kinda obvious, hee”, falling from your lips.

and he’d be hit with the realisation of his obviousness, and of the message glimmering in your eyes— the feelings are mutual.

a relationship with heeseung would be so sweet; gentle touches, where his hands graze the sides of your waist, pulling you into a hug. soft “i love you”s in the library, and by the lockers. forehead kisses in front of your doorstep to bid you a good night.

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Soulmates (Yassine Bounou x reader) *request

Request: Hey, honey, hope you're doing well!! I'd like to make a request with Bono, if it's okay. Maybe a story about yassine and the reader being really close friends and reader goes to watch one of his matches and by the end of it, when they get to meet, she's just so super proud and happy that she ends up kissing him. She thinks it's deathly embarrassing but he's SO happy and it's all fluffs and sweetness from there. Thank u, love ur blog!

Warnings: painfully fluffy fluff

“Hey! Give that back!” you whine as you try to jump and grab your pen. Your height or lack thereof really didn’t help you at times like this. You’re jumping as high as you can on your tiptoes while the perpetrator laughs, holding it over your head. Tears begin to form until your saviour makes his entrance, grabbing the beloved glitter pen from the other boy’s hand and pushing him away.

He scurries off quickly as your hero watches his movements, eyes narrowed. When he’s gone, he delivers a friendly smile and holds out the pen so you can take it. You narrow your eyes in slight suspicion but he remains steadfast while you slowly reach your hand out again. This time, to your delight, there’s no little trick at the end that would surely have seen tears fall down your cheeks. 

“That's really pretty!” he says and you giggle, nodding your head vigorously. 

“Thanks! My ma got them for me! I have loads more in my bag! Wanna see?” you offer to your new-found friend. You jump in delight when he nods and drag him by his wrist to where you’ve hung your bags.

Minutes later and you’re both under a large, shady oak tree colouring in a book you have decided to share. Your teachers look on in surprise and in sheer awe of the cuteness of the situation. You, little you, the quiet recluse who never wanted to share or talk or interact is all of a sudden laughing loudly and playing together with a friend. Who’d have thought?

“Do I have to tutor you, Yassine?” you sigh with exasperation. It’s a shame that your friendship with him drifted over time but what annoyed you greatly was the fact that you would always hold affection for him in your heart. What annoyed you even more was that fate would always bring the pair of you back together again so you could never truly let go of those feelings. Not close enough to ever act on those feelings but close enough so that the spark was always there. Having him any closer, you worried that those feelings would grow far too strong over the level you were comfortable with.

“Oh habibti play nice! Not everyone can be good at everything like you!” he remarks, ruffling your hair as he walks beside you. You huff and readjust the books you’re holding, your tote bag falling off your shoulder. Yassine, ever the gentleman, grabs the bag and carries it for you as you make your way to class together. Quite a risk given his friends’ childish behaviours: the bag is very… you. It's handmade and embroidered with pastel coloured threads throughout; travel-themed with your name in fancy script under a world map on one side and on the other side there’s a cheesy quote you always liked. It’s a beautiful bag but it hardly fits the manly man image he’s curated for himself. He was annoying in that he didn’t care: that image meant nothing to him and if he had to let it go to do the right thing, he wouldn’t hesitate. No amount of teasing from his friends would change that. You couldn’t blame everyone for having a soft-spot for him, you did too.

“See! I’m always such a saint to you! You’re seriously going to let me fail at life after everything I’ve done for you?” he exclaims, placing a hand on his heart and nudging your shoulder lightly. You walk a little faster, as if that were going to do anything. He obviously matches your pace.

“Yassine, you’re set to be a pro footballer, I don’t think you’re going to be failing at life with those Cs!” stopping to finally look up at his face. His stupid, handsome face. And he’s making those puppy eyes that you could never resist and he holds your hands gently on his own. A small smile makes its way onto your face, that seems to be a reflex whenever you are around him. 

“Fine.” you say and he immediately envelops you in a tight hug, spinning you around before you can continue the sentence. You shriek, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Yassine, you big lug! My stuff!” he quickly puts you down, apologising profusely and smoothing your hair down. Mind you, his arms are still wrapped around you but your feet are on the ground at least while he rocks you back and forth.

“You’re the best!” he sighs

“I know.”

You’re both currently sat on the floor of your bedroom with papers, flashcards surrounding the pair of you as you explain the harder parts of organic chemistry to him.

“Okay okay okay give me a second… the product is… less basic because the benzene ring delocalises the lone electron pair and… makes it… less available?” he tries, one eye closed as he looks up, trying to recall the basics of it.

“And what makes the other product more stable?” your eyes widen with hope, urging him to continue.

“The… methyl group?”

“Why?”

“The uh… oh god i always forget this one… uh… the… positive inductive effect?” his voice gets a little higher, unsure if that was something he just made up or if he actually managed to remember the correct term.

“Yes!” you exclaim excitedly, pulling him in for a hug. His heart beats a little faster and his reaction is delayed by a split second. You were not a hugger. Never have been. In all the time he’s known you, physical touch was something you tried your absolute hardest to avoid. As far as he’s been concerned, the only people you can tolerate it for are your parents and him. It was something he took pride in. You still held onto that affection for him years after saving you when you were kids, even when you drifted apart. You still felt comfortable enough around him to express your joy through physical touch. You still held him higher than everyone else. It was less of a challenge for him; he was affectionate with everyone, that just came naturally to him but in his mind it was always different with you. Always held on for a second longer, squeezed a little tighter, let his hand linger for a while in a way he wouldn’t dream of doing with anyone else. Drifting apart hit him the same way it did with you, your hearts yearned for each other but your heads over-thought it all: “give them time; if they wanted to talk to you, they would!” you shared those voices in your heads, the synchronicity proving to be disadvantageous for the pair of you for once. But it was fine because like you said, fate always found a way to bring the pair of you together again.

He lets go of the hug and you’re confused for a second. He jumps up onto your bed, laying down to get comfortable, and pats the spot next to him. You cock your head to the side as you eye the spot, rather small but you’re gonna have to make do. You slowly hop in as well but it's a tight squeeze. He grows sick of the shuffling and pulls you directly onto him. If this were anyone else, alarm bells would be ringing in your head and you’d be out the door but it's him so if anything, you’re more at ease. You rest your head on his chest and let his slow heartbeat soothe you, he hikes one of your legs up over his waist and your arms wrap around his neck.

“This bed has gotten smaller.” he huffs. You narrow your eyes as you look up at him.

“Yassine, you’ve been growing at an exponential rate for the past 3 years, what did u expect?” you say incredulously. You smile at the feeling of his chest rumbling when he laughs. You stay like that for a while, basking in each other's company after spending far too long keeping yourselves away from the other. The peace is interrupted by the ring of his phone, one arm stays around you while the other reaches into your back pocket where you kept the distracting device. You squeak in surprise as he pinches you lightly. You suppose he still isn’t overjoyed by you taking it from him.

“Oh that's my mum, wants me home for dinner.” he says dejectedly, kissing the top of your head before lifting himself up. You untangle your limbs, already missing the warmth he brought you. 

“Same time tomorrow though?” he looks at you expectedly before walking out of the door and you look at him, confusion apparent in your eyes.

“I thought this was a biweekly thing?” you question.

“I think I could do with some extra lessons.” he shrugs, nonchalantly. He hopes you don’t see through the facade, he’s almost certain that he’s ready to ace his tests now but he just wants to spend more time with you. If that meant playing dumb and having you explain the same concepts to him over and over again, so be it. You were far softer than your exterior let on, you had a lot of patience for those around you, in fact. It was never an inconvenience for you to help others out and you wouldn’t dream of getting annoyed at someone for asking to re-explain something, even if it felt obvious to you. Another thing he absolutely adored about you. The pair of you admired each other in infuriatingly equal amounts, it's what made the distance all the more baffling to those around you. 

You’re suspicious of his reasoning, he’s getting the hang of it all and you’ve seen some of his most recent self-marked papers: he’s doing well and he’s not the best at hiding it. You nod anyway because again, you’re thinking in the same way: you want to spend more time with him.

As he goes to leave, you remember something.

“I have my piano lesson tomorrow!” you meekly call out and he turns around.

“Just text me when the teacher leaves. If I bring my stuff, can we work there and go home together?” he asks hesitantly. You smile and nod, he lets out a sigh of relief, smiling back at you. He heads out uninterrupted this time and you don’t have a reason to call him back this time, much to both of your disappointment.

He may have already had that planned out, you’ve been on his mind a lot more recently and as the memories of you playing for him after a bad match resurfaced. He yearns to hear you play again. To watch your cute, concentrated face and graceful hands as the beautiful melody fills the room. There were so many things he missed out on by keeping his distance that the need to relive all of it has become unbearable. He even missed your grade 7 recital. Achieving that grade was a big deal for you and while you didn’t invite him, he feels as if he should have taken it upon himself to go rather than spending the night celebrating the match win with his friends. You’ve never needed to ask him to do these things before, what changed? He still beats himself up for it but he was going to do whatever he could to make it up to you, even if you in fact didn’t hold anything against him.

“Have you had enough yet?” you ask teasingly as you finish the 6th full-length piece after having finished studying with him. Literature this time and he insists that he needs the music to will away the headache that analysing pretentious poetry caused.

“Absolutely not, another.” he waves his hand at you dismissively and you shake your head with a small laugh. Now that's true music to his ears, if only he weren’t sitting on the floor with his back leaned against the wall. He remedies the problem by hauling himself up and sitting with you on the stool, he rests his head on yours with a pout. You can’t see it but you know. You begin playing another one of your pieces from the ghibli sheet music book that he got you. You didn’t know it was him, however: he gave it to your parents and asked for it to be wrapped up for your birthday but insisted that they didn’t tell you who it was from.

He’d gone to the Japanese novelty store that recently opened out of curiosity, because it reminded him of you and the first thing that caught his eye was the sheet music book proudly  displayed in the window of the store. His mind immediately goes to the group sleepovers you had as kids. Every time it was your turn to pick, it was always a ghibli film or his beloved Iron Man. He’d grown attuned to your true preferences and on his turn, would also choose them; partly to see your ears perk up upon hearing his choice and also to impress you. Sure, he would rather watch Iron Man for the nth time but he would do anything to see your eyes light up. It was a quiet exchange between the pair of you that would continue, unspoken. He didn’t understand what compelled him back then but it had slowly started to grow more and more apparent to him. Your happiness was intertwined with the other.

He intensely quizzed the guys at the counter about it, confirming the authenticity and once he was satisfied, he bought it and left the store with a spring in his step. The store clerks were exhausted by the end of the exchange and sighed in relief upon his exit. When he got home and raced to his room, he sat down on his bed with the book and stared at it. You barely even speak to her anymore! How creepy would it be if I showed up with a gift out of nowhere? Just let her go, dammit! He scolds himself,

“Yassine, sweetheart, she still adores you. This will mean that much more to her if she knows it came from you!” your mum urges, a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“We haven’t spoken in a while, I don’t want to weird her out.” he justifies with uncertainty.

“I think you’re the last person that would push her away like that, Yassine.” she tries again. The newfound drift breaks both yours and his parents' hearts. It would have hurt less if your bond was truly broken and you just grew out of sync with each other but no, the pair of you were simply wrought with self-doubt that you struggled to communicate. His silence is deafening and your mum decides to let it go.

“Okay but know that you still have a place in her heart.” She gives him a tight hug before letting him leave.

I GOT AN A* I GOT AN A* I GOT AN A* I GOT AN A* LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK!” The pandemonium gets louder and louder as Yassine sprints to where you’re sitting and you get up, looking at him waving the paper around with a smile. The giant red letter and number finally provided him a sense of relief rather than stress. You think you can see an ‘excellent’ scrawled on the front as well.

“I didn’t catch that, a B did u say?” you tut jokingly. He’s too excited to come up with a remark of his own and just lifts you up, spinning you around as fast as you can while you squeal, laughing and enjoying the moment with him.

“You are amazing!” he exclaims, letting you down and holding you steady while you recover and catch your breath.

He’s relaxed in his seat as you lay your head on his shoulder, eyes closed. Your exam really sucked the energy out of you today and you’re barely functioning at the moment. You can’t bring yourself to care as the rest of the team gather to sit around him. You’ve recently been spending more lunchtimes with them all as Yassine successfully caught you hiding in the art room and he now insists that you sit with him instead. Again, making up for lost time. It’s a normal occurrence now and you’ve grown tolerant of his teammates. They’re not so bad, you learn; just extremely energetic. You would never admit it but you actually quite like this routine. You find the chatter to be comforting and you’re surprised to find yourself laughing with them quite often.

“Oh wait, I left something in my locker!” he says, gently pushing you off so he can run and grab it. He expected this outcome and prepared in advance, taking full advantage of the newfound time together to make you as happy as he could like his life depended on it. 

“Y’know, if the pair of you just kissed and made things official, literally nothing would change.” one of the girls comments, a smile on her face. You hear the general hums and affirmations of agreement and you groan.

“Guys c'mon now, we’re just super close! We’ve literally been friends since we were toddlers, obviously we’re gonna be affectionate with each other!” you chastise, shaking your head.

“Friends that cuddle?”

“Yes.”

“And run fingers through the other’s hair?”

“Yes.”

“And spend months planning gifts for each other, without occasion?”

“And constantly talk about each other when the other isn’t there?”

“And spend years stealing glances but not talking because you’re too chicken to admit that you miss the other?”

“And have multiple shared playlists?”

“Ooooh that's an important one!” you stay silent as you think things through, deciding that saying anything would only further validate their suspicions. You drop your head to the desk and close your eyes, exhaustion still apparent, you would barely be able to talk even if the conversation weren’t such a nerve-wracking one.

“C’mon don’t you think it's odd that someone like him hasn’t dated or even taken a glance at a single girl that isn’t you?” she elaborates

“You’re exaggerating that” you mumble sleepily.

“We’ve had to deal with his sappy ass for long enough, girl. Trust me when I say we’re not exaggerating. If anything, we haven’t made it clear enough.” she reassures. And once again you hear the mutters of agreement from around the table. 

As if on cue, Yassine comes back with a tupperware container in his hand and cutlery in the other. He sets them down and pats your back to get you up. When he sits down, you return your head to his shoulder, sighing out in relief. He opens the container and you open your eyes as the familiar smell makes its way to your nose. 

“Yassine, you didn’t…” you trail, heart warmed by the gesture.

“C’mon I had to do something, you’ve been stressing yourself out way too much!” he tuts, kissing the top of your head before you sit up and take a bite of your favourite food.

“You’re a life-saver!” 

“Oh I know!” he says, nudging your shoulder with a cheeky smile. You’re both too engrossed in each other to notice the rest of the table carefully eyeing the interaction. It was gonna topple over into something beautiful someday, they were just waiting on when.

“Your dress is very… you” he comments with a smile, holding out his hand for you to hold. You narrow your eyes with a smile.

“I’m not sure if that's a compliment.” you say suspiciously. He simply shrugs and you laugh quietly together. Your mom runs in excitedly with her camera ready. 

“Ma, you do realise that we’re not going together right?” you clarify. It hurts your heart a little to say that, even if you basically are going to prom together. Officially your whole mega-group is going together but in everyone’s heads, it's you and him.

“Yes yes whatever you say now come on.” she gestures to you both to stand together and pose for the photo. He places his arm around your waist, standing up straight. You place one of yours around his shoulders and the other on the hand on your waist.

A couple adorable photos in, he whispers something in your ear that has you fighting back a laugh. A subtle tickle of your side breaks you and the pair of you burst out into laughter. He’s holding you up to keep you from collapsing on the ground and tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, your mum has still been taking photos and each one is more adorable than the next. 

They’re made for eachother. She thinks to herself

When the pair of you get some more photos taken with the whole group at the venue and everyone settles for the final dance, he pulls you to the middle of the dance floor, your arms find a place on his shoulders and he finds your waist. As you sway to the music, he’s the first to say something.

“It’s nice that we’re both staying in Morocco, huh?” he says with a smile. He’s so relieved that you’re still going to be together. He would eventually find a way to tell you but now just doesn’t feel right. He knows that the moment will come but he wants to trust his instincts on this one.

“I know! A 30 minute car ride is nothing!” you say with a smile to match.

“You’re gonna be winning your nobel prizes while I win my league medals, we’re gonna make Moroccan history together!” he says with excitement, you truly admire his confidence. It’s gotten him so far already so you can’t blame him. 

“And we’ll still be attached by the hip?” you question, hesitantly.

“Oh absolutely, I still need to make up for years 7-9!” he says with a shake of his head.

You both in fact did stay very close: calling each other as often as you could, visiting was a bit of a pain but you made it work when you could although face-timing was a lot easier and did the trick. The smile you brought to each other's faces remained the same and the few hugs you were able to give each other somehow got even tighter.

“I need you to come to the match this Sunday.” 

“Yassine, it is 5 am in the morning.”

“Yes, and?”

“I thought you didn’t want to draw attention to your private life?”

“Well that was me being stupid!” you laugh quietly, pulling him into your place and sitting down with him.

“What’s going through your head?” you ask, holding his giant hands in yours.

“It’s just a really big deal is all… I don’t know, I just have a feeling! But you have to be there, pleeeeeeeeeeeease?” he begs and you toy with the idea of teasing him but he looks oddly stressed.

“Yassine, is that even a question? Of course, I’ll be there!” you say, rubbing his back soothingly. He lets out a breath he’s been holding and envelops you in a hug, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Just like you promised, you were there, sat inside the bunker, watching the screen intently. You can see his frustration apparent with the conceded goal. The team has really been turning things around recently and he knows that losses really would hinder his ambitions. He needed this. Your heart sinks as the minutes tick closer to the 95 minute mark. You can imagine the google stats already and they’re undoubtedly going to be in Valladolid's overwhelming favour. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and you’re struggling to comprehend what the screen is displaying. Where is he going? Why is he leaving his post? Your heart rate climbs as he reaches the opposition box, his fellow teammates are fumbling every scoring opportunity and somehow the opposing defence hasn’t cleared the ball. Finally after what feels like years of horribly inaccurate back and forth, a good friend finally makes use of Yassine’s position, gets the ball in his direction and he kicks. You scream out in excitement. You can’t believe your eyes. Yassine, YOUR Yassine just scored the winner for Wydad to give them the point. Your cheeks hurt from smiling as you watch him celebrate the moment with his team. It was truly something else.

It feels like forever but you finally catch him as he’s walking back into the bunker and you pull him to the side and jump on him to give him as tight a hug as you can manage. He catches you and holds the backs of your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. The smile hasn’t left your face and you’re struggling to hold in your joy. You loosen your arms to look at him.

“That was incredible!” you exclaim.

“I don’t know what happened! One second I’m running to the other post and the next I just kick the ball and-” the excitement didn’t stop bubbling and you finally, finally break to press your lips onto his. He widens his eyes in a millisecond of shock but combs a hand through your hair, closing his eyes to relish the moment he had been waiting years for. They’re so soft and warm and- oh no. you regain some control over your mind and pull away to realise what's happened. Your cheeks heat up and you don’t know how in the world you’re gonna justify that as ‘friendly.’ 

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry I don't know what came over me I-” you cut yourself off as you try to get off him. But, your confusion spikes as his grip remains strong on you. He frantically looks at your eyes to see them start to tear up so he pulls you in for another kiss. The grip on your head means that you can’t pull away this time. He needs this. This is what was calling to him. It was you, always you. And he knew that but finally the moment came where he felt he could express it. It’s a bit gentler this time as you both pour out everything you have felt towards each other since the start: frustration, confusion, admiration, love. He wouldn’t let his head get in the way of it like he used to. You were meant to be and you were meant to be now.

You unwillingly part for breath, foreheads still touching and you both smile. 

“Thank your instinct, Yassine.” you both laugh as you enjoy each other's company. Some of his teammates catch the moment as they walk by and whistle. They knew you and even they had caught wind of Yassine’s loyalty to you. If they were getting sick of the pining, imagine how everyone else in your lives felt.

“That Ghibli book was from me, by the way.” 

“Mom told me” you say, still breathing heavily. You chuckle silently together, still unwilling to let each other go. Soulmates from the start and you could both finally revel in the fact.

His hand grips your thigh the entire ride home and you’re wearing his jersey. The dopey smiles haven’t left your faces as you rethink all of your time spent together, wondering what made you both so hesitant in hindsight. When you reach his place, he quickly runs to your door to open it and pick you up bridal style before walking to the door. He lets you down while he fumbles to get the door open as quickly as he can. Once it finally opens, he picks you up again, kicking his shoes off and carefully making his way to his bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed and follows shortly after, holding your hands above your head and kissing you anywhere he can reach before finally meeting your lips again in a gentle kiss. Finally, fate brings the two of you well and truly together: like soulmates.

I hope this makes u guys feel as many things as it made me lmao. Enjoy, my loves xxxx

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: your crush begins to get more intense for Wanda, ensuing awkwardness between you both

warning/s: none

author's note: so glad you’re all liking this, here’s part two! 🥰

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I knew it was a dream as soon as it began. Dreams never tricked me as I always detected something didn't feel right and figured out it wasn't real. But that was my only 'talent' with dreams, as everything else was left down to my subconscious. I couldn't control them, break away from the script or deviate from the scene in any way. I just knew when it wasn't real.

Admittedly, it took a little longer for me to recognise this one was a dream compared to others I'd had. It just seemed so normal as I headed into Chemistry class, seeing other students filing in and joining their partners. Mr. Hale was at the front of the class, occupied by his laptop and the projector, and it felt like any other day at school. The lights were off and the blinds were closed slightly, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the board.

"Are we watching a film or something?" I asked Wanda as I set my bag on the desk beside her, earning her attention.

She looked up from her notepad and smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "You're here, you took forever!"

"You saw me two lessons ago," I teased, taking a seat beside her.

She moved closer to me, hands immediately moving to my left one, playing with my fingers mindlessly. It felt right at the time, but I knew deep down that this wasn't real. In what world would this happen?

"Still," she mumbled adorably, before meeting my eyes. "We're watching some video about the periodic table."

I hummed, glancing at Mr. Hale as he struggled to pull up the video.

"Thank God because I couldn't be bothered doing work," Wanda added with a sigh, before moving closer to me, leaning on the palm of her hand as the other held mine still. "D'you think you can cover for me whilst I sneak in a nap?"

I stifled a laugh, moving closer and admiring the way her eyes changed colour in the light from the board. "I'm sure you're supposed to be paying attention."

She scrunched her nose, an uninterested smile on her lips, and it made my heart flutter.

"Fine, I'll cover for you," I gave in easily, before pressing a kiss to her nose.

She giggled quietly and when I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed my lips. Her free hand moved to the back of my neck as I rested mine on her lap, closing my eyes and falling into her without question. Okay, so yeah, definitely a dream, but I wasn't complaining.

"If Miss Maximoff and Miss Y/L/N can kindly stop making out, then we can begin the lesson," Mr. Hale announced, breaking Wanda and I's kiss.

Some of the class snickered as we separated from each other's hold, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He gave us a fed up look.

"Thank you," he said, before erupting into a speech about today's lesson.

When he started the video, I leaned forward on the desk to get comfortable and felt Wanda do the same, leaning her head on my arm and continuing to play with my hand. I smiled to myself, kissing the top of her head gently before getting comfortable. It all seemed too good to be true, but God was it a nice thought.

When I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach, I groaned loudly. I knew I'd screwed myself over. I was in too deep. Dreaming about Wanda was not good, not good at all...

And it definitely didn't help when I showed up to class that same day, approaching my table and an already-seated Wanda. Just a dream, I told myself as I took a seat. Not real. And not a big deal.

"Good morning," she greeted when I sat down and pulled my books out. Her usual picture perfect smile was on her lips as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you?"

Trying my best not to think about my dream, I gave her a small smile. "G-good, yeah."

Fuck me, why did I stutter?

"You sure? You seem distracted," she noticed, making me swallow hard and look away from her piercing gaze.

"Yeah," I managed to say without stuttering once again. "Just tired. What about you?"

"Same," she said with a breathy chuckle, her leg brushing mine under the table and making me freeze. She didn't seem to notice as she continued, "I stayed up late binge-watching Netflix. Probably the wrong choice, but here we are."

I bit my lip to contain a laugh, relaxing a little. It was just a dream. She wasn't that bad. I was fine!

Class started and Mr. Hale was explaining something about doing a practical experiment today, but if I'm being honest, I was barely listening. Stuck in a daydream, I was wiggling my pen in my right hand and staring at the display behind Mr. Hale's head mindlessly.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on mine, pressing it to the table and stopping me from shaking my pen. I shit you not, my heart stopped when I saw Wanda smirking playfully at me.

"D'you mind?" she asked, clearly finding my wiggling pen distracting.

All I could think about was how soft and warm her hand was, and then I became aware of her bare leg still brushing against mine – she just had to wear a dress today, didn't she? – and then the fact that she was still staring at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. My dream from last night returned to mind as she was still yet to remove her hand and I was lucky I managed to find my words as I choked out a response.

"S-sorry," I said, frozen in place, yet again, by Wanda's presence.

She snickered, shaking her head at my dismay, before finally letting go of my hand. I licked my lips nervously and let go of my pen, but not quite finding the energy to move my hand. I could still feel the warmth of her hand lingering on mine and, oh God, this was getting worse by the second. Why did I have to have that stupid dream?!

Clearly distracted by my own stupidity, I failed to realise that Mr. Hale had let us begin with our experiment, whatever that may be as I wasn't listening. Wanda was nudging me slightly, bringing me back into reality, and said something about getting lab coats and goggles whilst I got the bunsen burner.

I watched her leave and massaged my head, telling myself to get my act together. I was not the stupid cliché of a girl who acted nervous around her crush. I was better than that, goddamn it.

After getting the bunsen burner, I hooked it up to the gas tap as Wanda returned with our lab coats and safety goggles. We both put them on before Wanda gave me a knowing look, humoured smile tugging at her lips. I was beginning to hate (love) that look.

"You totally weren't paying attention during that, were you?" she asked, but she definitely already knew the answer.

"'Course I was," I played it cool, before wandering over to the handout on our desk. "We're doing an experiment."

She chuckled as I distracted myself with reading the instructions.

"So it says the first instruction is to boil some water in a beaker," I said with a nod. "Seems easy enough. Just gotta get a beaker."

My mouth went dry when Wanda hunched down on the desk, reading the paper between us. I hoped she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating in my chest.

"You think you can manage that one?" she teased, glancing up at me with that same playful smirk on her lips.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, similar to the one her twin possessed on a regular basis, and I'd never felt more stuck in place in my life than I did now. Without thinking, my gaze lowered to her lips and I realised then and there how badly I wanted to feel her lips against mine for real. She was so close I could move forward a mere few inches and feel it, but I didn't.

"Y-yeah, I'll get it now," I stumbled out, before literally stumbling over the stool as I made a move to leave.

I tried to ignore the way her gaze followed me and instead focused on getting to the beakers without passing out. To my relief, Y/BF/N was also collecting a beaker for him and his partner, too. When I stopped by his side, he looked up to see who it was, then smiled.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing my panic.

I shook my head frantically. "Definitely not. This is really bad, Y/BF/N."

Y/BF/N furrowed his brows, making me give him the look, to which he eventually followed what I meant.

"What happened?" he asked, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement.

I made sure nobody was nearby or could hear us before admitting, "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me slap him on the arm quickly.

"Not that kind of dream, you perv," I clarified, before sighing. "But a dream. About you-know-who. And it threw me off and now I can't seem to act like a human."

He snorted as he tried not to laugh. I glared at him, shoving him again, making him laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," he defended. "It's just– you've got it bad."

"Very helpful." I narrowed my eyes.

"Look, it's new which is why you're all awkward," he said knowingly, collecting his beaker. "It'll eventually pass when you get used to it. Until then, try not to do anything stupid."

"Too late," I mumbled under my breath.

He patted me reassuringly before leaving. I grabbed a beaker and turned around, deciding to take it easy. I'd get over it. I always did. I wasn't stupid. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. I had this!

But that thinking immediately went out the window when I approached our workspace and saw Wanda leaning on the desk, looking over the handout with thought. Her hair was pulled back for safety reasons, exposing her tensed jaw and pursed lips. She was wearing her lab coat over her black, knee-length dress and I'm not gonna lie, she looked extremely sexy today because she was wearing matching black knee-high boots. I gulped.

God help me.

—

You'd be relieved to know that my crush on Wanda died down after a while. Not in the way that I no longer had a crush on her – God knew I was overflowing with feelings for her – but in the way that I was getting a lot better at hiding it.

Which was perfect for when I saw her with her dick of a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many times he kept popping up. And when he did, I always seemed to want to strangle him.

This time, I was working my new part-time job at a pizza place in town. Y/BF/N was keeping me company on my shift by taking extra long to finish his pizza so we could talk at the counter. I was drying some glasses as we spoke when the door to the parlour opened and the bell jingled, signalling new customers.

"I believe that's your cue," Y/BF/N teased, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My gaze wandered to the door where I saw a small group of teens walking in and finding a seat. It took me a second to realise that it was actually Wanda and her friends, including her boyfriend, who were looking for a table. My eyes widened with surprise as she looked around. Her eyes found mine and an excited smile appeared on her face as she waved to me.

"This just keeps getting better," Y/BF/N said when he saw Wanda heading our way, thankfully without her friends.

I pinched him before straightening up and plastering my best customer service smile on my lips. Wanda stopped before me, smiling between Y/BF/N and I.

"Hey, guys," she greeted brightly, to which Y/BF/N smiled in return, before looking my way and making my stomach flip at how pretty she looked today. "Y/N, I didn't know you worked here!"

"Yeah, it's kinda new," I answered coolly. "Gotta get that extra money, right?"

She nodded before grabbing the tip of my cap on my head and wiggling it, letting out a laugh. "You look adorable in your uniform, I must say."

I forgot how to breathe as she let go of my cap, her eyes still glittering with joy. Y/BF/N tried to hide his laughter as he sipped his drink, meanwhile I felt my neck heating up with embarrassment.

"Th-thanks," I got out nervously. I know what you're thinking – I said I got better at hiding my crush. And I have! I just– why did she have to put me on the spot like this?!

"I should get back," she said after a moment, pointing over her shoulder towards her friends. "But it was nice seeing you. Are you serving us?"

I nodded, regaining composure. "I'll be over in a minute. Give you chance to pick something."

"Awesome," she said sweetly, flashing me a final smile before heading back to her friends.

I released a shaky breath when she left, taking my cap off and massaging my head momentarily.

"I feel like she flirts with you just to see what happens," Y/BF/N said with amusement.

"It's just her personality," I mumbled, before putting my cap back on and taking a deep breath. "Time to work."

I continued to do my job as usual, thankfully not being affected by Wanda's presence, and took their orders. It was pretty uneventful as I served them their food and continued to hang with Y/BF/N by the counter. Every time I'd look over at her out of bad habit, I'd feel uneasy at the sight of Nate having his hands all over her. I mean, obviously he could – he was her boyfriend – but admittedly, I was a little jealous. I tried to ignore the feeling by busying myself with other things.

Wanda's friends were being a little noisier and rowdier than I'd liked, but it wasn't particularly busy so I saw no need to shut them up. Yeah, in hindsight, maybe I should have.

Clearing a table after some customers left, I balanced a tray of glasses in my hand and headed back to the counter. But on the way, a football came out of nowhere and got launched at my chest, making me drop the tray onto the floor with a loud crash. The rowdiness from Wanda's table ceased momentarily, as did the chatter from other customers, and I looked up to see Nate and his friends watching me, trying to suppress laughter.

"I am so sorry," Nate called with anything but guilt.

"Shit, Y/N, you okay?" Y/BF/N said, racing to my side in an instant.

I nodded, clenching my jaw, and bent down to clean up the mess. My boss must have heard the commotion as she came out from the kitchen and saw what happened, putting two and two together.

"Right, all of you out," she ordered without questioning anything, looking to Nate and the rest of the table. "We don't tolerate that tomfoolery here."

They groaned their complaints, but I didn't bother looking up to see, instead focusing on cleaning up the mess. Luckily for me, the tray took most of the hit rather than my chest, so unlike last time, I wasn't hurt.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for the broken glasses, honey," my boss continued to scold Nate as he walked past, grabbing his football.

I saw feet shuffling past me, presuming it was their table leaving, and focused on picking up the large shards of glass and putting them on the tray. Y/BF/N helped out, even though he didn't need to, and I smiled at him as he knelt opposite me doing the same.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Wanda's voice grabbed my attention, making me look up. She had a guilty frown on her lips as she looked between the mess and I.

I stood up, shaking my head. "It's fine. It's–" But I stopped speaking, instead letting out an exhausted sigh. "No offence, but your boyfriend is a dick."

She pressed her lips together, not saying anything. I felt bad for saying it, but this was the second time he'd hit me with his stupid ball. It was true.

"I should clean this up," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "See you at school."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. I knelt down and continued to clean up, hoping she'd walk away already. This was awkward enough as it was.

"See you guys at school," she finally spoke, making me pause. "Sorry, again."

Y/BF/N bid her a goodbye before she left for good. I let out another sigh, deciding not to say anything as I continued cleaning up. It would never make sense to me why someone as lovely as Wanda would be with someone as obnoxious as Nate. I guess I'd never know.

—

Since that lovely incident at the pizza parlour, things had been a little distant between Wanda and I. Mostly on my part if I'm being honest. I couldn't help it – the whole situation had been uncomfortable and embarrassing, making it impossible to return to how we usually were.

This meant that Wanda was the one to come to me and check in, which I definitely wasn't expecting.

I was at home one afternoon, hanging with my older sister who was staying with us for a week. She'd moved out a year ago, getting her own place a few towns over, so I missed her presence a lot. I took advantage of her weekly visit by having a catch up as we played basketball in the front drive.

Disclaimer: none of us were good at basketball, but the hoop came with the house and it was simply tradition for us to attempt to shoot baskets as we had a catch up. Only, this time, as we were talking, a loud car engine pulled us from our chat and we both spun around to see an unfamiliar car parking up.

"That must be mum's customer," Y/S/N realised, holding the basketball underneath her arm. She glanced at me with a quirked brow. "You think we're gonna get roped into helping?"

"Most definitely," I answered with a chuckle, and just on cue, our mum opened the garage door behind us.

She was a florist and had a large pick-up delivery for a customer today. Apparently they were a good friend, so she had the flowers delivered to our house and they were waiting in our garage until now.

"Can you girls give me a hand?" she asked my sister and I, motioning for us to go to her. "I'm gonna say hi. Just start bringing the crates out, yeah?"

We both saluted playfully before watching her go to the customer's car. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was – Wanda's mum. And to top things off, Wanda and Pietro were both with her, the three of them getting out of their car and greeting my mum with smiles on their faces.

"You cool?" my sister asked, nudging me slightly.

I closed my mouth, straightening up. "Yeah, yeah, duh."

She gave me a funny look but grabbed a crate and began to leave it in the drive for the moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat and did the same, knowing both Wanda and Pietro were approaching us after my mum pointed them our way.

"Y/N, hey," Wanda said, stopping before my sister and I. She gave my sister a friendly smile before looking to me with nervous eyes. "It's good to see you."

I tried to say something – anything – but my words got stuck in my throat and all that came out was a weird noise. Partially because of the awkwardness between us at my fault and partially because of how pretty she looked in her sundress.

"Hi, I'm Y/S/N," my sister cut in, noticing my quietness. She gave me a sideways glance before looking to the twins. "It's Wanda and Pietro, right?"

"Yeah," Wanda said with a smile, eyes lingering on mine before looking to my sister. "We're just helping our mum out to load the car."

"I'm the muscle," Pietro joked, lifting his bicep, making Wanda roll her eyes jokingly.

"Okay, muscle, you can come help me get these out the garage," my sister played along before looking to Wanda and I. "You guys okay to load the car?"

Wanda nodded. "Sure thing."

Y/S/N grabbed Pietro, who shot me a friendly smile, before leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Your sister seems nice," Wanda tried to make conversation as we both grabbed a crate and took it to the back of her mum's car.

"Yeah," I agreed uncomfortably. "She's just visiting."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, neither of us knowing what else to say. We walked past our chatting mothers before setting the crates in the back of her mum's car.

"Are we okay?" Wanda asked suddenly, as soon as our hands were free. I looked to her and saw she was debating something internally before looking to me. "I mean, I know we're okay, but I just– I feel like you've been off since, well... since Nate threw that ball at you."

My neck heated up with embarrassment as I cleared my throat; my eyes fell to the flowers in the crates.

"I really am sorry," she apologised again, resting a hand on my forearm, sending shivers up my spine. "He can be such a jerk sometimes. Does stuff without thinking."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, finally lifting my eyes to meet her anxious green ones. And I meant it – Nate's idiocy wasn't her fault and it was harsh of me to make her seem like it was. I sighed, knowing my distant behaviour would end here. "We're good, Wanda."

She still seemed uncertain. "You sure?"

I gave her my best smile, hoping she knew I meant it. "I'm sure."

Her tense shoulders relaxed and a relieved smile spread across her face. "Okay, good. I'm glad."

She held my gaze and I just knew my heart was beating too fast to be useful as she did. She was just so beautiful.

"You know, the whole point of splitting into teams was to be done quicker," Pietro's voice interrupted our staring contest.

He stepped between us, glancing between us with amusement, before setting a crate in the back of the car.

"Right, yeah, we were just on our way back," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Pietro smirked. "No harm no foul, princess."

I was taken aback slightly as he called me that, and even more taken aback when he plucked a flower from the crate and offered it my way.

"For you," he said, half joking and half serious.

Unsure what to say, I accepted the flower. "Er, thanks... I think."

Wanda crossed her arms behind him, eyes narrowed in his direction. I wondered what she was thinking, but never got the chance to ask as their mum's voice called out to us.

"Pietro, I paid to use the bouquets," she said with mild distress, "not so you could ruin them."

His cheeks flushed as he called back, "Sorry!"

I tried not to laugh as the three of us headed back to get the rest of the crates, being sure to set the flower to the side. We ended up filling her car with the bouquets before facing our parents as we bid them a goodbye.

"They're lovely, Y/M/N," Wanda's mum was complimenting the flowers. "Thank you again."

My mum patted her back. "Anytime, dear." She looked between the twins and my sister and I. "Thank you all for helping out."

Y/S/N and I smiled her way as Wanda's mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, thank you!" she added, looking to Y/S/N and I. "It's so great to see you all together. Especially you two, Wanda and Y/N. It's nice to know you're good friends after so long of barely speaking."

Wanda's face was beginning to turn pink as I'm sure mine was doing the same.

"Yes, I agree," my mum said with a smile. "Anyway, we won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the banquet!"

Wanda and Pietro waved goodbye to Y/S/N and I before joining their mum in the car. I followed her figure subconsciously, butterflies floating in my stomach until their car was gone.

"Damn, I really missed a lot," Y/S/N said when they were gone, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and tugging me closer. "You're crushing hard."

Instantly, I looked to her. "What? What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "So we're playing that game. Okay. I'll bite."

As she began to walk away, I chased after her. "What game? Y/S/N? What are you talking about?"

She merely laughed and allowed me to chase her, wondering how the hell she knew of my crush on Wanda. Was I that obvious?

[startanewdream]

"Wish I'd left it there"

Hinny's first kiss in the movies really annoys me, but the script had a line about them talking about Tom Riddle's diary that was actually good (and missed in the books). I thought about that scene after seeing a giftset and then I just started writing a few words about a possible conversation between Harry and Ginny, the night before the Final Quidditch Match (aka the day before they kiss).

Hope it makes some sense!

There is a miserable look on Harry’s eyes that feels strangely familiar to Ginny. It is not that he doesn’t have any reason to be upset on this day; it is the evening of the final Quidditch match, Harry won’t play, he has weeks of detention ahead and he got scared after being involved with a dark art spell.

But the look on his eyes as he stares at the book on his hand - that is not related to any of these reasons.

She is not really surprised when she sees what book he is holding. The potions handbook that she knows was borrowed hurriedly at the library that morning, before Slughorn’s class. After all, Harry hid his original book the day before.

The Half-Blood Prince’s book.

The book that taught him many spells and gave him many tips, a book that Harry treated like an old friend, until… until the book betrayed him. That’s a feeling Ginny knows too well.

She remembers how it was after Christmas in her First Year, when she threw away Tom Riddle’s diary; she tried to get another book to replace it, a place where she could safely put her thoughts. She even wrote a few words, but it wasn’t the same.

Ginny remembers feeling betrayed by the diary, by what it made her do, and yet missing it like a part of herself. That’s the expression on Harry’s face.

He is alone on the couch in front of the fire. Ginny tells herself that she shouldn’t do anything - Ron and Hermione are probably more suited to talk to him, she has a few notes to study or she should even be sleeping before the last match -, but instead she finds herself drawn to Harry's side, sitting next to him.

‘Hey’, she tells and he jumps, his face colouring as it happens lately when she is near. Harry smiles, though it is more of a grimace, and Ginny tries not to let it bother her.

Before yesterday, before he casted that curse, Ginny could swear there was something happening between her and Harry - a sort of dance where they were getting closer and closer, almost touching and recoiling at the last moment, both of them waiting for the right signal to... to it happen. But ever since that story with the dark spell, Harry had withdrawn, avoiding to look at her as if he had let her down somehow, and Ginny had seen the shadow on his eyes as he talked about Dean rejoining the team.

Ginny doesn't really hate that half-blood prince for writing down a nasty spell, but she surely hates him for making Harry miserable. No book should have that power.

‘Hi’, he answers, a little late. ‘Thought you were sleeping already’.

‘Before the match? Too nervous’. She tries to grin, hoping it might infect him a little. ‘I was actually studying History of Magic’.

There is a faint amusement in his eyes now. ‘Wow’.

‘Yeah, I thought, it may make me sleepy or I might actually learn something. Win-win in any case’.

‘Sleepy is better’.

‘And there goes my attempt to get nine OWLS’.

‘Why nine?’

‘It’s more than Ron got. I hope it’s enough to ease Mom since I didn’t get the prefect badge’.

‘Who would want to be prefect?’

‘Not me - imagine being on rounds in a perfect nice Friday night?’, she asks, still light, and Harry looks around briefly, as if he only now realizes what was on Ginny’s mind for a while. They are nearly the last ones in the Common Room.

‘Oh’. Harry bits his lips, the pink in his skin now reaching his neck as the corners of his lips lift up. ‘It’s a nice night’.

And then, finally, Harry is looking at her as he does these days - eyes sparkling, nervous and excited at the same time, his gaze falling to her lips as if he feels drawn to it, before his eyes move to take in her face, every little detail, as if he was tasked to memorize it.

By the amount of time Ginny has caught him staring at her lately, she thinks he could draw her face if he wants to.

‘Ginny’, he whispers tentatively, and her lips part, tongue wettening them almost involuntarily; Harry’s eyes watch that movement and now there is fire on them. ‘I -’

But his words are cut when there is a heavy thump and they look down at the same time to watch the potions handbook opened on the floor. There are only the author’s writings on them; no words scribbled on the pages.

Harry backs away, his face troubled now. Ginny knows she ought to go away too, to give Harry an awkward smile and acknowledge that their moment is over, but she stays.

As easy as it feels when she is around him, it wasn’t to flirt that she went to talk to him in the first place.

‘It is not your fault’, she tells him bluntly. Harry eyes her warily.

‘I casted the spell. I won’t try to -’

‘I meant to trust him. That Prince guy’.

‘Oh’. He looks at the book on his hand. ‘Dunno. I feel stupid’.

‘For trusting a book that ended up disappointing you?’, she asks, inviting him to join her weird joke. Harry blushes, looking strangely flustered about what she is saying.

‘It is not like that, the diary was… truly evil’.

It seems like there is more he wants to say, but Harry looks away.

Ginny shrugs. ‘I know it was evil. Even then, even before I knew to whom it belonged, I knew it was evil and still… I missed it a lot. I tried to get rid of it twice, you know?’

Harry shakes his head. ‘I know about that time you threw it away in Moaning Myrtle’s toilet’.

She gives a reluctant laugh. ‘Not by best moment’, she acknowledges. Harry almost smiles. ‘Before that, before Christmas, I tried to hide in the same place you did. The Room of Requirement, though I didn’t know then what it was. Wish I’d left it forever’.

‘Oh. I never knew’.

‘Yeah, and I spent all holiday Christmas missing it like hell. I was miserable. I thought about it all the time. I would get angry when I saw other books, because it wasn’t the one I wanted’. She pauses. ‘No wonder I took it back first thing’.

Harry looks sheepishly, understanding what she means. ‘I won’t take it back’, he whispers. ‘Not just because of Snape finding out, I just - I just don’t want it right now’.

‘He betrayed you’, she summarizes. Harry startles as if he didn’t think about it in those terms before. ‘I think you should leave it there for a while. Try to forget it. Don't get too attached to it’.

‘Clean myself out of it?’

‘You are not tainted’, she says. Not like she was, she thinks.

Harry’s eyes are hard now, fierce. ‘Neither are you’, he tells her. ‘That diary… his soul… there is nothing of him on you. You are bright and powerful in a way Voldemort could never be’.

She should shudder at the name, but with the way Harry says it, with the resolution in his eyes that leave no room for her self-doubt, Ginny doesn’t fear Voldemort. Harry may have spoken about her brightness, but she thinks his lightness is powerful too, much stronger than the shadow of Voldemort’s name.

‘You can love’, he adds, his voice tender now, and though Ginny can think of a lot of people that she loves - her family, her friends -, she thinks of another type of love, one that she hopes to share with someone someday.

Not anyone. Maybe a special someone, she thinks, admiring the green in his eyes.

‘You can too’, she whispers back. There is a flash of surprise on his eyes, and Ginny wonders if Harry ever heard that he is loved; if he remembers it. But she doesn’t doubt that he can love and he knows it; he is too compassionate to not feel love.

And she wonders if he ever thinks of sharing a different kind of love with someone too.

But for now, she just picks up the book on the floor and gives it back to him.

‘It is just a book’, she says, raising.

Harry nods. ‘Just a stupid book’, he agrees.

‘I’m gonna sleep now - good night, Harry’.

‘Good night’. There is a pause. ‘Catch the snitch tomorrow, yes?’

‘I will wait for you with the snitch on my hand’, she promises him, giving him a small smile. ‘It’s a promise’.

Something flickers in Harry’s eyes, a faint glint of hope that makes Ginny think that tomorrow might be better. Tomorrow might be the day where their dance change tunes. ‘I’ll be waiting’.

[nyctophilin]

Fake affection | I

sweet anon: Can I request a dom! Han Jisung smut? Where he and the reader are fake dating because Jisung want's to make someone jealous but ends up fucking the reader instead? I love your writings so much!!

Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Epilogue

Description: Han Jisung has been rejected by the girl he likes one to many times. He decides that he has had enough and is set on making her want him back. What could possibly make her want him more than seeing him with her rival after she boldly assumed he can’t find anyone better. That way Jisung and Y/N are stuck in a fake relationship until Jisung’s crush falls for him. Or he falls for someone else.

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Pairing: Han x fem!Reader, Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: College!AU, Fake dating!AU, Angst, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mention of masturbation

A/N: Wow, so it looks like I am unable of making short fics, haha. I planed for this to be a one-shot but it’s already this long and I don’t want to bore you guys with long fics so I will make a second part and a third if needed but I doubt. I really hope you guys like this one. Feedback is very much appreciated.

      Y/N was tapping her finger on the desk, her head resting in her palm. She was watching the professor walk around in front of the class explaining something but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was filled with thoughts about whether or not she was going to get the role. 

      Some people from her university that were majoring in Film Production had to write a script for a short movie and the best five got chosen to be produced. Initially, she believed that only Theater and Film Majors could participate at the auditions but the administration of the school made an announcement one morning informing them that everyone could take part in the audition process. That meant she had to deal with more competitors for the role she wanted.

      Initially, Y/N was the only one who wanted to audition for the main role of one of the movies since people didn’t really catch its concept that well. When the audition day finally came, one Modern Dance major showed up out of nowhere and auditioned as well. The apparition of that particular character made her blood boil with anger.

      Her competitor for the role was none other than Mina, her so-called enemy. They weren’t enemies in the real sense of the word. They just simply didn’t click with one another and silently agreed a long time ago to ignore each other. They weren’t pulling childish stunts on each other, they didn’t speak each other's names unless necessary, they didn’t try to win each other in grades or parties or body counts. They were just mutually ignoring one another. And everything was fine until she showed up there.

      Y/N wasn’t going to lie and say that Mina wasn’t good. Her performance wasn’t exceptional but for someone that has never done that before, she was fairly good. That had her worried about her chances of getting chosen.

      When the bell finally rang ending her suffering she got up in the split of a second and left the room. She could not bear to hear any more of the professor’s babbling. Her boots let out quiet thuds every time they touched the concrete floors. She found herself in front of the announcement board but the paper that was supposed to tell her if she got chosen or not, was missing. Thinking to herself that they probably will put it up later she turned on her heels and made her way towards the cafeteria.

      She met her friend Hayoon there and they sat down at a table situated in the centre of the cafeteria. They talked about how they had been up until then and Hayoon complained about one of her classes and how she’s going to fail it.

      The chatter in the cafeteria died down when the door was slammed open and Mina stomped in, a bitter expression on her face. “I can not believe that they made me a stunt double! What does that even mean?” Her voice was louder than it should have been as she addressed her friends. Her intention was most probably to attract attention.

      A smirk crept on Y/N’s face as she realised that she did, in fact, get the main role. She gave her friend a suggestive eyebrow raise as she slowly took the chopstick to her mouth. Her face dropped when she heard the stomping approaching her. “Hey, loser, what’s a stunt double?” Mina’s voice was scratching her ears. How she managed to sound like one of those toys for dogs sometimes, she’ll never understand.

      “I can’t believe you’ve auditioned for a role without knowing what a stunt double is.” Y/N rolled her eyes at the other girl and a few people from around them chuckled. Mina’s face caught a crimson colour as the embarrassment settled in.

      “Haha, you are so funny!” It was clear by now that the girl was trying to mask her flustered form by trying to embarrass Y/N back.

      The truth was that she didn’t mean to make fun of her. She just let her first thoughts leave her mouth. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.” A sigh left her lips. “A stunt double is a person that executes all the dangerous or action scenes for the main actor so they don’t get injured. Stunt doubles are usually gymnasts, people that know martial arts and all that jazz. They probably chose you because of your dance background.”

      “I can’t believe it. Not only they didn’t give me the role, but they are also going to use me to protect you?” Mina had an annoyed expression.

      “Oh please! Did you really think they were going to choose you? You entered that room without even knowing the concept and somehow managed to get the feel right a couple of times. Meanwhile, some of us actually prepared for that audition.” Y/N was fed up with Mina’s princess behaviour. Always thinking that everything is rightfully hers and expecting everyone to kiss her ass. All that just because her father was donating a big sum of money to the university every term. They are donations at the end of the day and she should not be expecting special treatment just for that.

      Mina’s face became a crimson red for the second time in ten minutes and she stomped away from Y/N’s table. The few people that were watching them averted their eyes when Y/N took a look around.

      From the corner of the cafeteria, someone was watching them with a smirk on their face. Oh, how he got just the perfect idea.

            Y/N sat in the second closest row to the professor. She was in “Canto class” as she liked to call it. It was one of the optional classes she chose to take that year. It wasn’t a compulsory class for Theater and Film majors since you don’t necessarily have to know how to sing to be an actress but she took it anyway because she thought it would be fun. And so far it was.

      A loud bang invaded her left ear and she turned to find Han Jisung having his back to her and chatting with his friends that were seated a few rows behind them. She raised her eyebrow but didn’t question it. It wasn’t like the seat was occupied and she definitely had nothing against him sitting next to her. He probably just wanted to pay more attention since he and his friends are always distracted during class. 

      Y/N turned back to her stuff and opened her notebook to take another look at the notes from last class. Soon after the professor entered the classroom and the chatter died down. 

      She was vigorously writing in her notebook everything the professor was explaining to them. Suddenly she felt a touch on her left elbow and stopped for a second. She immediately resumed her writing, convinced that he probably did that by mistake. Not even a minute later she felt another touch on her elbow this time more evident. She ignored it again not paying much mind to it. Jisung’s elbow collided with hers causing her to push her notebook and scribble on it.

      She snapped her head towards him and felt anger overcome her when she noticed the smirk on his face. “What?” She whispers yelled in his direction.

      “Hi!” He did a short wave of his hand in her direction and she clenched her jaw. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before going back to her note-taking. She had only five minutes of peace before he poked her side again. She smacked his hand away from her and continued to mind her own business.

      Throughout the class, Jisung kept bothering her and trying to talk to her despite her obvious wish to let her take notes. When the bell rang she got up quickly, her blood boiling and left the room in a hurry hoping she could lose Jisung on the busy halls. As she was hurriedly making her way between the sea of people she felt an arm going over her shoulders and she crashed with the owner of the arm.

      “Why are you in such a hurry babe?” Jisung’s voice rang in her ear as they were practically glued to each other. She grabbed his hand and swung his arm away from her shoulders.

      “For the love of God, what do you want from me Han Jisung?” Exasperation was present in her voice as she threw him an ugly look.

      She couldn’t guess what he needed from her to annoy her to that extent. They were acquaintances and nothing more. They knew each other from that one class they shared and the longest interaction they had was when the professor prepared an interactive class once and they had to work in groups of five.

      He was the university’s “heartthrob” as people liked to call him. Y/N personally thought that that title should be given to Hwang Hyunjin who was majoring in Modern Dance. He was more mature than the rest of his friends, he was friendly with everyone and wasn’t pulling pranks on innocent people to entertain some brainless creatures. But who was she to oppose the masses?

      On top of doing all those things, Jisung was also in a relationship with Mina. Every time they are together they will target someone and will start making fun of them. More Mina than Jisung but he was still entertaining her actions and that made him as guilty as she was.

      “I need to ask you something. Or better, make you a proposal.” He winked at her and she felt an uncomfortable shiver run through her. How disgusting.

      “Ok, and what is it?” She threw him an expectant look and he started looking around.

      “Let’s talk outside where there are fewer people. You got a free period, right?” Confusion made its way on her face.

      “How do you know that? Are you weirdo following me?” She has never talked with him as friends and they share only one class. How on earth would he know her schedule?

      “What? No! I see you hanging out around the university all the time after our class.” She rolled her eyes at his answer and gestured her hand towards the closest exit out of the building signalling him to lead the way.

      Very soon they were seated on a bench under a tree somewhere behind the university. It was her first time coming there. Y/N usually liked to remain at the front of the building since couples usually liked to come there and make out sometimes even fuck.

      “I think we should start dating.” He blurted out and she froze for a second before jumping to her feet startling the man.

      “I knew you were fucking weird. I’m leaving!” What in the actual fuck did she think when she came here. For a second she expected a real conversation but Jisung’s main skills were flirting and making bad jokes. She set her expectations way too high for that conversation.

      She picked her bag from the bench and started leaving only to have Jisung grab her wrist and stop her. “Wait, let me explain. I swear you’ll understand better after.” Y/n wanted to turn and leave but the puppy dog eyes he gave her made her stay and listen to him. Now, don’t get her wrong, his expression didn’t soften her but if he was desperate enough to try the puppy eyes on her then it must be important to him.

      She plopped down on the bench and waited for him to start talking. “Look, I’m pretty sure you know Mina. And I know you two aren’t on great terms. I say we date so you can get back at her for all the things she has done to you.” He raised his eyebrows at her and pursed his lips.

      Y/N was the one that raised her eyebrow next as she leaned her head to the side. “Aren’t you and Mina dating?” 

      “Obviously not.” Jisung used a tone that pissed Y/N off. A tone that said ‘It was so obvious, how can you not know?’ and she didn’t like it one bit.

      “Oh, I’m so sorry! I must have read the signs the wrong way. I mean, it's not like you are always together and you carry her backpack around and you hang out outside of school six days out of seven and kiss before classes and make out behind the university probably right on this bench.”

      A smirk appeared on Jisung’s face. “Who’s following who now?”

      “Don’t flatter yourself. Mina’s voice is so annoying I could hear her every time she talked. When I would turn to see what was up now you two were most times engaged in some sort of PDA.” She spoke fast trying to prove that she wasn’t following him. She didn’t know why she felt the need to do that but the thought of Jisung thinking that she has some sort of interest in him was terrifying. He completely humiliated the last “unpopular” girl that confessed her feelings to him and at that moment the last thing she needed was for him to go around saying she is a stalker.

      “Well, we are getting there. I asked her out and she said that she’ll love to but it’s too fun to tease me. When I asked her ‘What if I get a girlfriend?’ she told me I can not find anyone better for me than her. When I saw you fighting in the cafeteria earlier I knew I found my perfect girl. Not only are you hot, but she also hates you.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at his words.

      “Hot?” Her tone was untrusting as this was the first time someone from uni had said that to her. 

      “Yeah. You didn’t think that guys came to last year’s theatre spectacles because they were actually interested in theatre, right?” A laugh left his mouth at her dumbfounded face as she registered his words. A blank expression adorned her face immediately after trying not to seem so surprised.

      “Well, not anymore.” She let her tongue trace her bottom lip before biting the flesh. “Ok, so tell me what you actually want us to do.” Uneasiness settled inside Jisung as he watched her bored face.

      “Well, I mean what I said. We should date. Or fake dating if you will. That way I can make Mina jealous and push her to run into my arms. I bet she can’t stand seeing me with you for too long.” He looked into her eyes hopefully thinking that maybe he convinced her but his hope was quickly shattered when she opened her mouth.

      “What are you? Five? I don’t want to get back at her and I have absolutely no reason to help you in your sick plan. I’m out of here!” Once again she picked up her bag to leave only for Jisung to grab her wrist and stop her, again.

      “Please Y/N! I’m desperate. I’ve been trying to date her for a year and a half already.” That was pathetic. She had absolutely no reason to help him. None at all. But something pushed her to stay and accept his offer. Maybe she could take advantage of the situation.

      Turning her head towards her she tried to keep a straight face as best as she could. “What do I get out of it?”

      Jisung’s face brightened instantly at her question and he held her hand with both of his. “Anything you want. If it’s possible I’ll do it.” His eyes were pouring into hers and a stupid sparkle was present in them.

      “I guess you were going to do that anyway but I want you to present me to your friends.” The same bored expression that she had on for almost the entirety of their conversation was adorning her face. Jisung was amazed at the lack of emotions she managed to show but she was an actress. Maybe she’s just good at her job.

      “Why? Do you have a crush on any of them?” A smirk was enveloping his facial features and he had a teasing tone. Y/N rolled her eyes at his comment.

      “No. Some of them seem like really interesting people but their only defect was hanging out with you. Now that I have to hang out with you too I might as well start talking to them.” She shook his hands off hers before putting it in her front pocket. “Now I have to go to class cause my free period is almost over. See you later, babe!” She winked at him before turning around and making her way to her next class.

      The next day she met with Jisung in front of the cafeteria so they could walk in together and “announce” their relationship. Somehow he got hold of her number and they texted the night prior about the terms of their little deal. She felt like laughing when she saw how serious he was about it. If he really did end up dating Mina she’ll be convinced that both of them are idiots.

      His arm was over her shoulders as they walked through the tables. Multiple people were staring at them but she decided to ignore them. Upon reaching the table she placed her tray down and took a seat. The people at the table were looking confused at one another and some were throwing Jisung questioning looks.

      “Everyone, meet my girlfriend.” He spoke gesturing with a hand towards her. She smiled at them and waved her hand, muttering a soft ‘Hi!’.

      One of them, who she recognised to be Lee Minho, a Modern Dance major cleared his throat. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He had an awkward smile on. “What are you majoring in?”

      “Yeah, I don’t recall seeing you around campus.” Seo Changbin, a Music Production major added.

      “Oh, I…” She started talking but a puff coming from her left stopped her.

      “Seriously dude? You share a class. She’s L/N Y/N from your Theory and Improvisation class.” The voice belonged to Hwang Hyunjin and she felt a funny feeling in her stomach at the realisation that he knows her. Everyone around the table was throwing him weird looks.

      “You are right but how do you know that? I’m pretty sure you don’t take that class.” There was a trace of embarrassment in her voice.

      “I don’t but sometimes when I wait for those guys outside of the classroom I see you walking out.” He said that with nonchalance taking a bite from his food.

      “And how do you know her? She’s not a Music Production major otherwise we would have known. And she’s not a Dance major either otherwise Minho and Felix would have known about her as well.”Changbin’s tone was almost provoking as if Hyunjin had done something bad and he was about to reveal it.

      “She’s a Theatre and Film major. Last year when we went to all those theatre spectacles to support Jeongin I was actually paying attention to the plays. She had either the main role or the lead. I remember her being really good.” She felt her cheeks heat at his comment.

      “Thank you!” She threw him a smile. However, she got ignored as Lee Felix started talking.

      “Do you know her Jeongin?” She somehow felt offended by his question. Maybe that wasn’t his intention but he should have used a different tone.

      “Of course I do. We share almost all of our classes and last year we worked on multiple plays together.” Annoyance was present in his voice caused by his friends' ignorance.

      She knew Jeongin from the first day. He was the first to speak to her although they didn’t exactly become friends. They kept on working on plays together throughout the entirety of the first year of college but they kept everything mostly professional since they both had their own group of friends and she kind of disliked most of his friends.

      “Then how come you never talk about her?” Now, wasn’t Changbin an annoying one? She rolled her eyes discreetly at his question.

      “Because we are not the best of friends. Why don’t you talk about Kim Gina from your degree?” The youngest question was a good one. They were acquaintances and barely knew something about each other. What was he supposed to talk about?

      “Gina is not hot. What am I supposed to talk about?” The older male said calmly with a shrug of his shoulders.

      The water she was just drinking got stuck in her throat and she started coughing violently. Jisung started hitting her back repeatedly trying to help her swallow. When she finally calmed down she looked at him annoyed.

      “Who she is, is not important. What’s important is that she is my girlfriend” he gave Changbin a side look ”and you have to accept that. Stop talking about her like she is not sitting right in front of you.” A few of them raised their hands in defeat while some of them averted their eyes. Minho and Changbin rolled their eyes.

      She felt her blood pressure spike up at their action. She remembered why she never wanted to talk to any of them. Arrogant pricks.

      “Ok, Mister protective boyfriend. Just tell us when you break up.” Minho took a bite of his food done with the younger man’s antics. Everyone knew that he was in love with Mina. The moment she shows some interest in him he would probably leave this one in a heartbeat.

      Y/N sucked in a breath discreetly. He really got her worked up and she hated it. She put an arm around Jisungs shoulders and yanked him towards her, his face close to her chest. With her other hand, she grabbed the sides of his face making him look up at her and forcefully pursing his lips. 

      “Break up? Do you wanna break up with me, babe?” Y/N’s voice was mocking as if she was talking with a child. Jisung swallowed hard before shaking his head. She smiled at his response and used the hand from around his shoulders to ruffle his hair. “That’s what I thought.” She placed a short kiss on his lips before releasing him and turning back to her food.

      Everyone at the table was looking at both of them shocked, especially Minho and Changbin. She wanted to let a proud smile escape her but she controlled herself.

      For the rest of the lunch, she decided not to engage in any more discussions with Jisung’s friends. She continued eating her food and listened to them talking about things that didn’t involve her, occasionally responding to Hayoon’s texts.

      She was the first one to get up, impatient to go to her next class and not have to see them. “Bye guys. It was lovely meeting you!” She smiled at them, a smile half true because she did like some of them. “Bye babe. See you later!” She grabbed the sides of his face again placing another kiss on his lips before taking her empty tray and leaving them alone.

      The men all watched her as she made her way out of the cafeteria. When she closed the door behind her they all burst into laughter. Jisung was biting the inside of his cheek irked by their action. When the laughter stopped, Seungmin that was sitting next to him put his hand on his shoulder.

      “I absolutely adore your girlfriend. She knows how to keep her ‘babe’ in check I see.” Seungmin tried cupping his face as Y/N did but Jisung slapped his hand away.

      “Are you her good boy, Jisungie? Does she give you rewards if you listen to her?” Minho cooed at him and Jisung held back an insult.

      “Shut the fuck up. It’s not like that. She surprised me as well. Who the fuck knew she was going to do that?” When he proposed the whole fake dating thing to her he thought it would be easier. Looking at it now he can’t understand why he thought that. He saw the way her fights with Mina unfold and he knew she was an actress which meant that she was probably either crazy confident or really good at faking it. For some reason, he thought she would be easier to tease and control but it would be a lie if he said it didn’t intrigue him. He liked a challenge and if the prize was Mina he would try his best.

      “And you man” Chan spoke for the first time “what the fuck was that? Do you know her entire biography?” He was looking at Hyunjin who rolled his eyes.

      “I told you I paid attention to last year’s plays. On top of that, she’s hot. I remember that after one spectacle I and the guys from my dance group at the time talked about her for like a month. She was so..” The man let out a groan and threw his head back trying to explain what he meant.

      “Sure, tell me more. Did you masturbate to the thought of my girlfriend? Perhaps got any wet dreams about her?” Jisung commented, raising an eyebrow.

      Hyunjin winked at him as a smirk made its way on his face. Some of the guys simultaneously let out disgusted sounds at his gesture.

      “But how did this whole thing happen? I can’t remember a moment when you talked about her or when you were together.” Felix’s deep voice rang making everyone pay attention to him.

      Changbin suddenly let a gasp out and dramatically covered his mouth. “Yesterday our little Jisungie sat next to her in Theory and Improvisation and when the class ended he ran after her. I think he might have had a secret crush!” The older man teased.

      “Yeah, but she looked really annoyed with him. Hence why she sprinted out of the class. Why would she accept to date him if she looked like she’d rather listen to Mr Jung talk about the first piano ever invented.” Chan intervened making Jisung shrug his shoulders.

      “She was annoyed with me but what can I say? I’m so charming she couldn’t refuse me.” He leaned back in his chair putting his arms over the back of the chair. 

      “I think she did it out of pity. When she realized you’ve been trying to get Mina for a year and a half now she probably felt so bad for you she decided to sacrifice herself so you look less like a loser.” Hyunjin said his tone way to serious to be a joke.

      Jisung threw the man a deadly stare. “At least I didn’t masturbate to the thought of her like a fucking virgin.” He spat in the other man’s face.

      “Touche.”

[ericsangyeon]

addicted - l.sy

‘He was like fire, she was his igniter. Together they were each other's addictions.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 7.0k

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

theme: gang au sorta??

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, drinking, guns, blood, kidnapping, bang chan and skz are villians

a/n: hey guys! i wanted to try writing a fic bc why not! this is my first tme ever writing smut so be nice. also this was edited many times but there could be mistakes so just bare with me. enjoy it! i worked really hard hehe -t :D

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“Kevin oh my god. I'm not going to that criminal ball.” I roll my eyes at my best friend.

“Pretty please? You can finally meet Jacob! And I'm pretty sure a certain someone wants you there too,” Kevin smirks from the other side of the work area. I stop cleaning the countertops and stare up at him with wide eyes.

Kevin, and his boyfriend Jacob, are members of the underground mafia group TBZ, which never gets brought up when I'm with Kevin because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. That was until Lee Sangyeon came into the picture. Sangyeon is the leader and “big boss” (as Kevin calls him) of TBZ, and has somehow found interest in me. Ever since Kevin brought him into the cafe a month ago during one of my shifts, I kept bumping into him everywhere. From work, to campus, to even near my apartment. He tries to make small talk with me, which I always ignore and keep distance from him. I see him all the time despite wanting to, and I want nothing to do with him…. even though he literally looks and talks like an angel sent from heaven. I'm positive there is some sort of an attraction between the two of us. But don't tell anyone I said that. Lee Sangyeon is hopelessly attractive and I couldn't help myself to have developed a crush on him. If it wasn't for his shady career choice, I would have hooked up with him in an instant.

“How many times do I have to tell you Kevin? I want nothing to do with him,” I cry while Kevin snickers.

“He's not even that bad, he only hurts people who have wronged him” Kevin explains.”But never mind about him, Jacob really wants to meet you and you said you’re free Friday so please, please pl-”

“Fine oh my god.” I huff while Kevin claps, pleased with himself. “One problem, I have nothing to wear.”

“Not to worry about that sweetheart, I got that covered. Just text me your measurements.” Kevin says. I was going to try to argue with him but I knew he would win no matter what, so I just shot him a thumbs up.

“Anyways babes I gotta go to class now. See ya y/n!” Kevin grins, blew me an air kiss which I caught with a small smile, and walked out of the cafe.

I sigh and put the cleaning supplies away. As I went to greet a customer, all I could think was - it's just a ball, with your best friend and his boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

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On Thursday night, as I was getting ready to make dinner, there was a knock on my apartment door. I went to answer it, but found no one there when I opened it. Instead, a white box with a small bag on top, both had my name on it. “Oh yes.” I thought to myself. “The criminal ball.”

I grabbed both items and brought them to my room to open them. I unsecure the first box to be greeted to white tissue paper and a note on top, which I pick up and read the writing.

“This colour will look ravishing on you. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Or at least that's what I thought it said. It was written in a script that I had never seen before, and it certainly wasn't Kevin’s handwriting. Maybe Jacob’s? I put the note aside and unwrap the tissue paper to take out the dress and my jaw drops. I pull out a ball gown that was wine red and had a lace strapless top with a semi-poofy skirt attached. Below it were gold open toed high heels. I laid everything down on my bed and reached for the small bag that was on top. Without checking first, I pull out what was in that bag and gasp. In my hands is a beautiful gold mask with black silk fabric to wrap around my eyes. Fuck. Kevin never mentioned it being a masquerade ball? Now I have a higher chance of running into Lee Sangyeon since I probably won’t be able to tell who's who.

I send Kevin a quick text saying thank you for the dress, cursing him out for not telling me that piece of info. To finish my day, I made my dinner and went to bed early.

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Friday night at 6:45pm, found me applying my last coat of lipstick as I stood up from my vanity chair. Staring back at me in the mirror was a completely different person. I loosely curled my long straight hair so it was falling down my back in waves. My makeup was not too heavy, yet not too light. My eyeshadow was a nude colour to contrast with my mask, as well as my lipstick was wine red to match my gown. The dress and shoes fit me perfectly (thanks Kevin), as well as the finishing touch, the gold mask.

My phone beeps and I looked down to see a text that the car Kevin sent for me was here, so I grabbed my phone and clutch and locked up my apartment. “Goodbye bed, I’ll see you later tonight.” I thought to myself, smirking.

The car waiting for me downstairs was gorgeous and sleek, and when I entered the back seat, the driver tipped his hat at me and we were on our way.

After driving 20 mins out of the city, the driver turns onto a single sided road where in the distance, I could see a huge house with bright lights shining.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself as the driver pulled up to a mansion - no - castle with a staircase leading to the entrance. The car stops and I could feel myself start to get nauseous. The driver came to open my door, lending me a hand so I could get out of the car safely.

“Have a great evening, Miss y/n.”

“Thank you, I do hope so.” I smile softly as I turned to walk up the staircase on this warm June evening.

As I was walking in the big hallway that led to what I'm guessing is the ballroom, I went over my rules for tonight. 1) Don't trip 2) stay with Kevin 3) avoid Sangyeon at all costs.

But of course, when the guards opened the big double doors for me to enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked further into the room. I see someone come forward from the crowd of people and my eyes go wide because I know it is not Kevin or Jacob.

Lee Sangyeon is walking towards me like he had been waiting for this moment, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He looks amazing of course, like a walking marble statue that came to life. His light brown hair was pushed back to reveal his amazing eyebrows and smirking lips and he was dressed in a black velvet suit that was so low cut that I could see a glimpse of his defined pecs. He wore a black velvet mask over his brown eyes. Sangyeon had me very much weak at the knees right now so thank god everyone went back to minding their own business.

“Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it.” He smiles at me. That goddamn smile. “You look exquisite.” Sangyeon said to me as he reached down, grabs my hand and softly kisses it while staring at me.

My breath hitches. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I softly smile at him. “Now excuse me,” I whisper, attempting to create some distance. But his hand on mine got tighter.  “May I have this dance?” Sangyeon asks. I nod my head, not sure what took over me. He softly smiles at me and leads me toward the dance floor, where other couples are dancing already. As we were nearing the dance floor, I felt myself trip over my gown. Before I could faceplant with the floor, rough hands were on my waist pulling me up.

“Be careful y/n.” Sangyeon chuckles and I thought I would throw up on his designer shoes.

He puts my hands on his neck and grabs my waist to pull me close to him. Sangyeon starts to sway me back and forth, eyes never leaving mine. As we danced for a few minutes, I felt his thumb lightly brush against my hip bone and I saw him slightly leaning his face towards mine. I finally jumped out of the trance he put me in and unwrapped my arms from his neck.

“I can’t do this. Excuse me.” I told Sangyeon as I brushed past him, leaving him on the dancefloor alone.

I speed walk over to the bar and spot a familiar black head of curls standing with a brunette boy wearing a similar tux.

“Where have you been, asshole?” I yell behind Kevin, making him jump and then smile at me.

“Hey y/n you made it! Meet Jacob, my boyfriend.” He gestures towards the man next to him wearing the same mask.

“Nice to meet you, Jacob. Kev, I'm getting a drink and then calling a cab to leave. I can’t be here.” I say while looking around.

Before Kevin could say anything back, I turned my back to him and ordered red wine from the nearest bartender. I sigh and drink my wine and look over at the guy who is standing next to me.

“Rough night?’ He smiles at me.

“You could say that.” I smile back as I drank more of my wine.

He chuckles and extends his hand to me.”I’m Bang Chan.”

“Y/n.” I shake his hand back.

His smile faded once I said my name.”You’re Lee’s girl?”

I stare wide eyed at him. “I'm who's girl??”

Before he could answer me, a body was standing between us. Sangyeon.

“Piss off Bang, she's mine.” Sangyeon growls at him.

“Excuse me?” I said but no one seems to hear me.

“Chill out Lee, I was just getting to know her, but I’ll leave.” Bang Chan waves bye to me behind Sangyeon’s back and walks away.

Sangyeon turned around and looked at me, his defined jaw clenching tightly.

“Y/n, we are leaving.” He states.

“I am not going anywhere with you!” I yell back while a muscle in his jaw twitches as he clenches  his hands into a fist.

“Y/n. I suggest you go with him before he tries to shoot someone, because he will.” Kevin appears and says behind me, squeezing my shoulder. I just nod my head at Sangyeon. Kevin would never put me in danger. Right?

Before I could even say bye, Sangyeon grabs my hand and is leading me out the ballroom door, out of the castle and towards his car.

He opens the passenger seat car door for me. “Get in.” He says to me. I glare at him as I get in slowly.

Sangyeon shuts the door and walks over to the driver side, gets in, takes his mask off, and starts the car without even saying anything. And we are off to god knows where.

The entire drive was silent. Sangyeon is gripping the wheel tightly, rough fingers scattered with rings turning white. I'm too scared to move, only moving my hands to remove my mask and my heels that were starting to hurt my feet.

20 minutes later, we are back in the city and Sangyeon is pulling into a parking garage surrounded by guards. He pulls into a parking spot, and leaves the car after stopping it. I open the car door to follow him, barefoot and all.

In the elevator I kept trying to glance over at Sangyeon, but he’s looking straight ahead, defined jaw still clenched. The elevator door opens and I gasp. I walk out behind Sangyeon to see a beautiful penthouse common area surrounded by glass windows overlooking the city night sky.

Before I could even admire the place and the city lights that surrounded the room, my back is being pushed against a hard wall to face a livid Sangyeon. He grabs  my wrists and leans in.

“How dare you talk to other men, especially him.” Sangyeon growls in my ear. “You’re mine.”

I stare at him in disbelief as he faces me again. “I-I will never be yours. You can't tell me what to do.”

A smirk slowly appears on his face. “Oh yeah? We will see about that, princess.”

Before I could even think of a witty response back, Sangyeon grabbed my face and his lips were on mine, and I felt my tough interior crumble as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, bodies touching.

He kisses me again. And again. Like he is possessing me. And it was working as I kissed him back hard. “You are mine” Sangyeon whispers against my lips. “No one else’s.” Sangyeon starts kissing down my neck, lightly sucking on certain parts, while I’m biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. It felt so goddamn good, but I'm stubborn and didn't want him to have the upper hand. Sangyeon sucks hard on the crook of my neck, making me release my lips and moan as I feel him smirk against my neck. He won, I lost and now I am melting into his touch.

Sangyeon kisses my shoulders and exposed collarbones, stops and chuckles into the crook of my neck.

“You know I picked this dress for you. Not Kevin.” he says while unzipping my gown.

“What?” I whisper, shocked.

“You heard me.” Then my dress is on the ground, leaving me in just my black strapless bra and panties.  Sangyeon is staring at my body with lust covered eyes as I just stare back at him, both of us breathing heavily, a boner starting to appear in his velvet suit pants.

“Wow, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He says quickly before kissing me again hard on the lips, shoving each other's tongues deep inside our mouths.

“Jump” He mumbles against my mouth and I obey, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

When we enter his room, he lays me down softly on the huge mattress and proceeds to take my bra off, leaving me topless.

“God, these tits.” I hear him growl as I hiss at the cold air hitting my bare breasts, but the hissing quickly turns into moans as Sangyeon takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while playing with the other one using his hand.

“Fuck.” I moan loudly, mouth parting.

After rotating, sucking and playing with my breasts, Sangyeon removes his mouth from my nipple and starts to kiss down my stomach, inching towards my panties.

“You're such a good girl for me.” He coos on my stomach as I moan and squirm. Sangyeon brushes his fingers lightly against the fabric of my panties and looks up at me and mouths “you sure?” I nod my head back. He smiles before removing my panties with his teeth. I am now bare naked in front of a fully clothed Lee Sangyeon.

Sangyeon positions himself right in front of my pussy and spreads my legs open as I gasp and watch him lean down. He kisses and sucks on both my thighs, guaranteeing hickeys in those spots later on.

“You’re so fucking ethereal, Y/n.” Sangyeon mumbles and kisses the tops of my thighs softly, and before I could even think, his mouth was on my clit and I scream.

“FUCK Sangyeon oh my god!” I arch my back and moan loud as he licks into my clit.

“So wet me for me already.” He murmurs against my pussy.

He starts to suck and kiss my clit and I can’t breathe. I could feel his tongue exploring my entire pussy, eating it up as if it was his favorite food. My hands found his soft light brown hair and as I ran my hands through it, he sucked on my clit even harder. After for what seemed like seconds, Sangyeon comes up for air and proceeds to put a finger slowly in my hole, pumping in and out.

“You tasted so good, I can’t wait to see how you take my fingers and then my cock.” Sangyeon rasps out as he adds another finger as I'm a moaning mess below him.

“FUCK! Im gonna-” “Cum for me babygirl.” He says while pumping his fingers faster. I arch my back and scream his name while I cum onto his rough digits. He removes them from my pussy and sucks on the juices that got on them.

“Tastes so sweet.” He says while licking his fingers clean and staring directly at my hooded eyes and parted mouth.

Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine quickly, stands up from the bed and unbuttons his blazer, revealing his amazing toned upper body and taking off his pants and boxers, cock slapping against his abs. He was huge, I gulp knowing that that's going to be inside me soon.

“I'm on the pill!” I hear myself blurt out. Sangyeon chuckles at that.

“Good to know y/n.” He says with a smile while running a hand through his hair before positioning himself over my body, hands on each side of me and aligning his cock with my hole.

“This is gonna hurt.” I thought to myself, since the last time I had sex was high school and it was awful to say the least.

Sangyeon starts to slide his dick in slowly and I can’t breathe again.

“Fuck. You're such a tight baby girl.” He rasps out as I let out a string of curses.

Sangyon thrusts into me slowly at first, but when he realizes i'm no longer screaming and just moaning, he removes his cock and slams it back into me hard and fast, which makes me lose my mind. He swears under his breath a few times before he speeds up the movements. I wrap my arms and legs around him, leaving scratches on his back as he leans closer to me and touches his forehead with mine.

“You're so beautiful sprawled out like this under me princess.” he growls into my ear as he thrusts even harder into my pussy, making both of us swear and moan each other's names as I move my hands from his back to his hair and he moves his to play with my nipples.

Between Sangyeon pinching my nipples and his cock tearing me open, the pleasure flowing through right now is something I have never felt before.

“Shit y/n!” Sangyeon grunts and thrusts hard once more into my pussy and pulls his dick out and uses his right hand to pump out his orgasm all over my stomach. His other hand reaches down to rub my clit in circles while kissing my neck and leaving more hickeys to help ride out my second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck Sangyeon!” I scream as I release all over his fingers once again. He licks it up again and mumbles “so sweet princess.” while looking at my dilated pupils.

He gets off me and rolls over so that he's beside my overstimulated body but head is tilted towards my direction.

“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks me, concerned eyes looking over my shaking body that's struggling to even look at where he is.

“I'm amazing.” I respond back softly, him sighing in relief as he strokes my cheek with his knuckle.

“I've wanted to do this for so long.” He whispers and smiles softly at me.

“Me too.” I whisper back smiling as he kisses my lips softly and jumps out of bed, and runs into the connected bathroom fully naked leaving me alone in his huge bed, body paralyzed.

Sangyeon returns with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water and moves my shaking body so I'm lying on his leg while he dips the cloth in the water and starts to clean me up.

“You did so well for me. You were so beautiful when you came. So beautiful for me.” He murmurs to me fondly, rubbing the cloth over my body tenderly as I'm falling in and out of slumber. As I fall asleep, Sangyeon gets into bed next to me and tucks us both in. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his chest.

“What a night.” I think to myself before dozing off in Sangyeons strong arms, moonlight shining through the huge windows.

Tomorrow is a new day, where we decide what happens next. But one thing's for sure.

I am addicted to Lee Sangyeon.

~

Light shines through the windows as I open my eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding, and then it hits me. I had mindblowing sex with Lee Sangyeon and now I am lying naked, tangled in his bedsheets. I feel an arm loosely draped around my bare waist. As I sigh and glance over next to me, I find Sangyeon lying on his side, staring at me with fond eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He whispers to me in his deep morning voice. Swoon.

“Good morning, handsome.” I whisper back to him with a smile on my face.

I untangle myself from his arm, and attach my lips softly to his. Sangyeon does not react at first, but proceeds to kiss me back softly and full of tenderness as he cups my face into his hands. I break the kiss and lay my head on his bare chest.

“Last night was amazing.” Sangyeon murmurs into my hair and kisses my temple as I nod back.

Oh fuck, I just remembered. I sat up and faced the man with wide eyes.

“What's wrong baby?” Sangyeon asks, genuinely concerned.

“Fuck, what do I tell Kevin?” I gape at him.

Sangyeon chuckles loudly, eyes crinkling as he grabs my waist and pulls me down towards him. He tickles me, making me laugh.

After lying in bed for what seemed like hours and just talking, Sangyeon reaches over to the night table next to him. He grabs his phone and starts to furiously type as I just stare at his fingers flying across the screen.

“I told Jacob he is in charge over at the house this weekend, which means I get to spend it all with you.” He says as he puts his phone back down. Apparently, now I was spending the weekend at Sangyeon’s luxury penthouse. Good thing I didn’t have work this weekend.

After taking a shower in Sangyeon’s massive ensuite bathroom (and looking at myself in the mirror, in shock at the sight of my hickeys across my body), I changed into the clothes he left me, which seems to be his boxers and a blue and pink pullover sweater. I walk out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to find a very shirtless Sangyeon putting waffles on the island counter. He briefly explained to me earlier that he sent all his staff home, including his cooks, so it could just be us in the penthouse.

“Wow, waffles? You really know the way to a girl's heart.” I say amused as I take a seat on one of the island chairs.

He laughs loud and leans over the island, arms resting on the counter. “It's one of the only things I know how to make, so expect take out the rest of the weekend.” Sangyeon says with a smile on his beautiful face as I wolfed down the waffles in front of me.

“One day I’ll teach you how to cook.” I wink at him.

Sangyeon grabs my hand softly and rubs his thumb over my knuckles and kisses them softly. “I would love that, y/n.” He says with a smile on his face.

The rest of the day is spent just relaxing. Sangyeon shows me around his penthouse, from his impressive indoor gym to his walk in closet in which he implies that will once be mine as well. I ignore his comment. Afterwards, he shows me the tv room where a massive flat screen was attached to the wall and asks me to pick a movie, which I pick The Notebook.

“Really y/n?” Sangyeon rolls his eyes as he sets the movie up.

“Yes Sangyeon really. Now come sit here and enjoy.” I respond as I pat the spot on the leather couch next to me.

After the movie, and laughing at an almost crying Sangyeon, I go to retrieve my phone from my clutch to find 15 missed calls from Kevin.

“Oh good! He didn't kill you!” Kevin cries in my ear after picking up after the first ring.

“Yes Kev, I'm totally fine.” I respond quietly.

“Did you guys fuck?” Kevin asks and when I don’t respond, he screams into the phone, which makes me cringe and move the device away from my ear.

“OMG I KNEW IT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING! WAS HIS DICK AS BIG AS JACOB AND I THOUGHT?” He yells into the phone as I softly chuckle and proceeds to tell everything to a panicking Kevin.

“Holy shit. I owe Eric $50.” Kevin sighs into the phone after I explained everything to him.

“You were betting on me? Anyways I don't even wanna know.” I say annoyed.

“Are you guys like a thing now?” He asks me.

“I'm not entirely sure.” I reply unsure.

“Well no matter what, I support you sweetcheeks.” Kevin assures.

I snort. “Thanks Kev, right back at you. Gotta go now eat dinner, I'll update you later.”

Kevin laughs. “Enjoy Sangyeons big d-” I hung up on him.

That night found Sangyeon and I, fully clothed, cuddled in bed and holding each other, just listening to each other's heartbeat and making small talk.

“Sangyeon, how did you become the leader of TBZ?” I asked, looking up at him from where my head was on his chest.

He sighs and looks straight ahead. “For generations, a Lee has always led the gang, no matter what. It was between my cousins and myself, but my elders picked me, as my dad was the former leader before he passed and I've always been a leader, even since I was a young boy,” Sangyeon replies.

“I’m so sorry.” I say to him. He smiles softly and kisses my cheek.

“Don’t worry about me princess. Tell me, what are you studying?” He asks me.

“I'm studying childhood studies and english lit  so after I graduate I can enroll in a teachers college. I wanna be an elementary school teacher.” I answer him proudly.

Sangyeon smiles at me fondly. “You will be an amazing teacher.” He says while stroking my face with his hands. He kisses me softly as I melt into his touch.

After not being so sure about Sangyeon, I have come to realize how amazing he is. I can feel myself starting to like him more and more each day.

I am his and he is mine and in the end, it's him and I.

~

Months pass, and Sangyeon and I can’t get enough of each other. Everyday when I finish my shift at work, he picks me up and we either go to his place or mine to have dinner. Last week I even taught him how to boil pasta! But, sometimes we don’t even make it to dinner because I end up riding him in the back of his luxury car. Whoops.

One day while we were lying in bed after having sex, I sat up.

“Wait Sangyeon, what are we?” I asked him, facing where he was lying on his back.

Sangyeon sat up next to me.  “Well y/n, I'm extremely fond of you and think you are the most intelligent and beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, and I wish to give you nothing but happiness and satisfaction. I would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend,” He says to me, a glimmer in his eyes.

I stare at him, shocked because no one has ever said anything like this to me, and then I felt myself smile at him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes Lee Sangyeon, I will be your girlfriend. I will be yours.”

He smiles wide back at me. “Then you are all mine.” He whispers back as he connects his lips with mine for a passionate kiss.

Kevin thinks it’s hilarious that I wear more turtlenecks more often, which always makes me turn beet red. Because when Sangyeon and I have sex, he doesn’t just bite, he chews on my body like a fucking dog (“Doesnt it feel so good though?” “Kevin I swear to god.”) I have also gotten to meet Sangyeon’s entire gang, made up of 11 men including himself, and watching Sangyeon speak to them so confidently and leader-like makes my heart flutter. Yeah, I definitely think I’ve fallen in love with Lee Sangyeon.

A rainy Thursday afternoon found me finishing up my shift at work, getting ready to close the cafe as the only employee left. Sangyeon had texted me earlier saying he couldn't pick me up today due to an important meeting, so I was stuck walking home alone. Which was fine with me since my apartment was only a ten minute walk from the cafe.

As I was locking up the cafe doors, I heard a car engine behind me. I turned around smiling, expecting to see Sangyeon, but my smile faded, when the window opened and Bang Chan was in the passenger seat, pointing a gun at me.

“Y/n. Get in the car right now so no one gets hurt.” He commands me in a monotone voice.

“Never.” I sneer back at him and start to back away from the car.

“Fine. Guess we are doing this the hard way.” He replies.

Before I could sprint away, someone appeared behind me, put a cloth to my mouth and grabbed my waist. As the world around me went black, all I could think was, “Lee Sangyeon is going to murder you for stealing his girl.”

Blood. Blood is dripping from a gash in my forehead when I regain consciousness. I look around frantically to find myself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse with my hands and legs tied together with heavy rope.

“Help!” I scream loudly, but that did not do anything for my situation. Instead, Bang Chan enters with another man holding a rifle and I feel another scream forming in my throat. The rope tied around my hands and legs were digging into my flesh and I could feel blood emerging from them.

“Ah y/n! Lee’s playtoy! Glad to see you awake!” Bang Chan claps and smiles at me wickedly while I just glare back.

“TBZ knows you're with us sweetheart.” He says. “We told them it's either you or the money.”

My mouth opens and then closes. “What money? I swear I don't know anything, he never tells me about his work,” I cry to him.

“LIES!” Bang Chan screams. “Han. Go get her.” The other man - Han - walks over to me, ignites the rifle and puts it against my head hard. I start to cry even harder and squirm in my spot even though I feel the rope burning getting worse.

“We are going to try this again y/n. Where is the money?” Bang Chan yells into my face. I spat at him and Han forced the gun to my already bleeding forehead harder.

“I'm done. Shoot her.” Bang Chan shouts.

“No, please don't shoot!” I cry, knowing nothing will make a difference.

As I felt Han press down on the trigger, I stop thrashing and sat still. At this point, there was nothing I could do to stop this myself.

Lee Sangyeon, don't forget about me.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” A familiar voice yells behind Bang Chan.

I wail loud with my last bit of strength I had.  “Help m-” BOOM!

Around me, I see the building collapse, rubble hitting my head as it knocks me over. Gunshots were loud and clear although my ears were ringing loud.

The last thing I remember before blacking out again were strong arms pulling me out of rubble.

Beeping. White ceiling. That is what I see and hear when I finally regain consciousness again. Looking around the plain room, I can see that I’m in a hospital bed. There is a bandage on my head and I can feel both my wrists and feet bandaged tightly, as well as an IV in my right arm. I move my head to the right slowly to the hallway window and see guards are positioned outside the hospital room. “Anything for Lee Sangyeon’s girl.” I think to myself and chuckle.

Wait. Sangyeon. Where is he? Is he alive?

“Hey sweet cheeks.” I hear a voice from the other side of the room. I slowly turn my head to see Kevin standing up from the couch that is in front of my bed and smiling at me.

“I'm glad you're okay. You woke up earlier than the doctors thought. You don’t have to worry about the Stray Kids gang anymore. They all died in the explosion.” He explains to me.

I nod my head slowly.

“Sangyeon. Where is Sangyeon?” I rasp out to Kevin.

Kevin softly smirks and shakes his head at the ground. “He's okay, he was here a few minutes ago, he hasn’t left your side in days. I’ll go get him, he's just getting his bandages touched up. He got injured in the explosion while pulling you out of the rubble.” Kevin tells me as I feel tears in my eyes. He would’ve sacrificed himself to save my life.

After patting my head softly, Kevin left the room to get Sangyeon, leaving me alone crying softly.

“Y/n.” I gasp and sit up and look towards the door, where the love of my life, Lee Sangyeon is standing with white bandages on his left arm and tears streaming down his scratched up, but beautiful face. Seeing him standing in front of me, makes me cry even harder. Without saying anything, I rip the IV out of my arm, slide out of the bed and jump into Sangyeons arms, and engulf him in a hug, which he gladly returns.

“I thought I lost you.” I cry into his shoulder as he sits down on the bed with me on his lap. I move my head to stare into his beautiful eyes, that still have his usual shimmer, even after all that has happened. “You'll never lose me.” He whispers fondly as he cups my face in his hands and wipes away my tears softly with his right thumb.

Sangyeon held me like I was a broken doll, fragile but sweet. He whispered sorry to me over and over again, which I quickly shushed and ran a bandaged hand through his soft brown hair.

“I love you so much.” I say to him, grabbing his neck softly and pulling him towards me.

“I love you more princess.” He says while smiling wide at me, which made me smile back at him as we connected foreheads.

~

“God Sangyeon. Go take a shower you stink.” I say to him as we enter his penthouse after being in the hospital for days, which ended with the doctor clearing both of us. I got the bandages on my head, hands, and feet, and he got his bandages removed.

“And you don’t smell y/n?” He smirks at me as I scoff. “Shower with me.” He says, eyes darkening as my breath hitches.

“Okay.” I nod, and we are on our way to his huge ensuite bathroom.

We both strip out of our dirty clothes and get into the massive glass shower, me going in first with Sangyeon following.

I watch him pump the liquid from the shampoo bottle into his hands, and lather the shampoo into my hair as he stands behind me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n” Sangyeon tells me as I lean my back into his chest. His hands lightly trace my body, lingering on my lower stomach and my breasts. I could feel his erection growing, and being the little greedy bitch I am, I grind down on it slowly. All of a sudden, he turns me around and attaches his lips to mine hard, and we are both caught in a rough make out session. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with lust clouded eyes.

“Are you gonna take care of this princess?” Sangyeon asks me while his eyes are motioning to his cock.

“Yes Sir.” I reply, not sure where that came from, as he pushes my shoulders down lightly and I feel myself fall to my knees.

Without thinking, I grab his hard cock with my hands and pump it a few times.I licked the slit tasting the precum that had come out, before sinking my mouth down his shaft softly, making him swear under his breath.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. You suck my cock so well.” He hisses while grabbing my hair and guiding my head back and forth while I lap up his precum. He guides my head so that I swallow his cock and I gag on it a bit, which makes him growl loudly. My watering eyes glanced up at Sangyeon to see his head tilted back, mouth open partially.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna dirty up that hot mouth of yours.” Sangyeon rasps out as I feel his hot cum go down my throat as he rides out his orgasm. I release myself from his dripping cock and swallow the cum that had landed in my mouth.

“Fuck y/n. Princess. You're so good at that.” He cooes at me while helping me stand up and kisses me quickly and firmly on the mouth.

“Do I get something for being good, Sir?” I ask him while batting my eyes together, trying to pout as much as I could.

“That depends, what do you want? You want me to fuck you in this shower until you can't walk” He asks me loudly.

“God yes!” I answer him. Sangyeon picks me up like I weigh nothing as I wrap my legs and arms around his broad body.

“FUCK!” I scream as Sangyeon slams his cock into my pussy without any warning.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Sangyeon curses under his breath.

I moan like crazy as Sangyeon fucks me hard, every thrust hitting my g-spot.

“You feel so good y/n. Your tight pussy feels amazing around my cock.” He rasps out before sucking on my jaw, making me arch my back and moan. I could feel my orgasm coming already. Sangyeon is a sex god and he knew how to have me cumming within seconds.

“I'm gonna cum in you, y/n, ok? I want you to feel my hot cum inside of you.” He growls in my ear as I loudly moan. I couldn't even answer him, I just nodded my head while leaving scratches on his back.

“FUCK!” We both scream and cum at the same time, I shudder feeling Sangyeons hot load entering my pussy. He drops his head onto my shoulder, whispering praise in my ear as I'm shaking in his arms. Both of us panting and sweating, even underneath the water. When he pulls his cock out, his cum and my cum is dripping fast out of my pussy. Sangyeon puts me down but I start to fall over, so he catches me and starts to snicker.

“Well I guess we have to take a real shower now and clean ourselves up.” He says amusingly as I roll my eyes and smack his chest as he laughs.

~

June 2021, I finally graduate college! As my name is being called, shouts and cheers come from the audience as I look and see the entire TBZ gang jumping up and down. My smile grows even bigger when I'm shaking the headmaster's hand and see Sangyeon, my boyfriend of one year, in the audience holding a bouquet of red roses with a huge proud smile on his face. After enrolling in teacher’s college and officially moving in with Sangyeon, Kevin announces to everyone over a gang family dinner that he and Jacob are getting married, and that I'm his best person, which makes the whole gang erupt in chaos. Sangyeon has to calm everyone down, and congratulates the happy couple fondly, knowing that everyone will be as supportive when he finally asks his best girl to marry him.

Two months later I found myself at the MoonBae wedding. During the reception, Kevin calls all the non-married men and women to the dance floor so he can throw the bouquet. What shocks everyone the most is when I catch it, making Kevin and Jacob both scream and tackle me in a hug. Sangyeon chokes on his glass of scotch and turns purple watching the whole event unfold.

Sangyeon proposes to me one quiet night four months after Kevin and Jacob’s wedding as we are both drinking wine and watching the sunset on his penthouse balcony.

“Y/n, You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” He says to me with tears in eyes as he gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” Sangyeon asks.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you. ” I answer him crying.

Sangyeon smiles wide at me and picks me up and spins me around before kissing me passionately.

“I love you so much y/n l/n.”

“I love you more Lee Sangyeon.”

“You’re mine forever.”

“And I'm yours.”

well i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was bad or rushed again it was my first time hehe

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fairtytales / j.p

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: James always loved fairytales but one day, he finally learns why he shouldn’t believe in them so much

Prompt: “I can’t pretend about something that feels too real.” 

This is a submission for @approved-by-dentists‘ writing challenge which I’m so sorry for taking forever to finish

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Key: (Y/H/C) = your house colour

White lily flower petals littered the green grass, acting as an aisle for the bride to walk down as the guests waited impatiently in their seats. 

James was probably the most anxious out of everyone there. He had been in-love with you since sixth year back at Hogwarts and now here he was waiting for you to arrive at the wedding. 

Silver chairs were wrapped with pieces of white and ivory fabric, a combination you’ve always adored, and white tulips lined the aisle. There was a makeshift stage in front of them, where the bride and groom would stand and finally be one. The setting looked like something straight out of a fairytale. 

After a few minutes, you had apparated along with your parents. Since it was still in the midst of a war, you opted out of the traditional wedding dress your parents had wished for and opted for a simple but elegant dress instead. James held his breath as he watched your father walk you down the aisle and right pass him. 

***

Christmas was always your favourite holiday. Back home with your parents, the days counting down to Christmas were spent together as a family and gift exchanges were the best. You would’ve thought that this tradition would end after you got accepted into Hogwarts but your muggle parents had managed to get used to using the owl and were able to share the experience with you. 

With Christmas just a week away, your parents had already sent 7 owls, making the house elves who tended to the school owls very exhausted, and were sending another owl soon.

“They seem to really enjoy using owls.” James said as he watched an owl fly in through the Common Room and drop off a package into your lap. 

“I thought they would’ve been wary of using animals to send stuff but turns out I was wrong.” You replied as you opened the paper package. Since you were away from school, your parents had decided to switch the order of activities you’d all do. You were supposed to be baking cookies with your mom while your dad sang Christmas songs around the kitchen on this day.

Inside the package were two knitted sweaters, one a deep crimson and the other a (Y/H/C). Raising a brow at the second sweater, you searched the package for a note and found it in-between the two. 

Dear (Y/N),

Hi honey, your father and I hope you’re doing well at school. 

We know that today was supposed to be baking but we’ve heard that it’s been getting pretty cold up there in the highlands so we decided to send you your sweater earlier. Your father had also decided to knit an extra one for that James boy you’re always mentioning. We hope you both like them and we can’t wait to have you back home in two days! 

Love you.  Mom and dad. P.S: Why not bring James home for Christmas? We’re always happy to have guests over.

“You alright there (Y/N)?” James asked, causing you to look at him. You hadn't noticed that you were so focused on the letter in front of you until James pointed it out. “What’d they send today?”

“Oh just sweaters. They also knitted one for you.” 

James' face lit up and he practically dived into the spot beside you on the couch to grab said sweater. He held it up to look at it before quickly putting it on. It fit him perfectly. 

He had always loved the sweaters your parents knitted so now that he was able to have one of his own he couldn’t seem to hide the smile that graced his features. It suited him, both the sweater and the smile. He smiled often but it was more mischievous but this one was genuine. You liked seeing him like this. 

“I need to thank them. What’s a good gift I could get them?” James' question broke you out of your daydream. 

“You could come over?” It sounded more like you were reading off of a script rather than just asking him. Merlin why were you so nervous around this boy. 

“What?”

“For Christmas dinner. My parents wanted to invite you to our Christmas dinner. You don’t have to go of course, they were just suggesting it since I-”

“I’d love to.” 

Realizing what you were about to reveal, you were thankful for James cutting you off. You simply smiled at him and tried your best to contain your excitement as he went back to marveling at the sweater. 

“Bollocks, I have practice in ten,” James sighed. Pulling the sweater off his head you couldn’t but stare at the bit of exposed skin as his undershirt rose. “I’ll see you after practice love. Oh and the dinner! Send me an owl what time.” He said as he ran out of the Common Room a little too loudly. A few students shushed at him but by then he was already running down the halls towards the changerooms. 

***

“(Y/N) are you done yet?” Your mother called from downstairs. 

You were in your bathroom after your sixth outfit change of the night. For some reason the first five outfits weren’t what you had envisioned them to look like. After an hour of hair, makeup and six outfit changes, you finally felt content with your appearance and was finally  ready to go downstairs. 

James was supposed to arrive in less than an hour which meant you had more than enough time to get the table set and help put up any last minute decorations. Perhaps your parents took Christmas a little too seriously you thought to yourself, looking out the window at the giant candy canes and lights that lit up the entire yard. It looked like something out of a bloody Christmas story. 

“I’ll get it!” Your father announced after hearing the doorbell ring. Your mother chuckled and walked to join him at the door while you stood behind them, silently praying that they won’t embarrass themselves in front of the boy they knew you liked. 

“You must be James.” You heard your father say in a monotone voice. From the small space between your parents, you could see James' charming smile falter as he grew nervous. 

“Yes sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N).” He said, surprisingly without stuttering, as he offered his hand out for them to shake. 

“Come in dear, you must be freezing.” Your mother said. Pushing your father to the side, she pulled him inside and offered to hang up his jacket. He politely declined and did it himself. 

Your father looked back at you and nodded at you causing you to roll your eyes. Tonight was going to be interesting.

“(Y/N)!” You heard James call out. Turning your head in his direction, you watched as he approached you with open arms and a smile. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him into a warm hug which made you shiver when you realized that he was freezing. “I got this for you and your parents.” He said as he handed you a fairly large gift bag. 

Setting it on the couch, you opened it up to see a few bottles from his parents beauty line along with some baked goods. He even bought two candles in your favourite scent and candy. He knew you too well. 

“Dinner is ready!” 

Perhaps your parents were a little too excited for this dinner. Their eyes went wide as they watched James pull out the chair for you before taking the one beside you, facing your parents. While your father grabbed food for himself and your mom, James filled up your plate with foods he knew you liked. Your parents shared a knowing look before starting to pester the poor boy with questions. 

The questions started off as generic: What are your goals, what is your plan for the future, what are your favourite classes, what house are you in and etc. Your parents acted as if they hadn’t already known the answer to these questions due to the amount of times you’ve told them about him.

“Are you dating anybody?” Your father had decided to ask, ignoring how your eyes went wide and signed for him to stop. 

“Oh I actually am.” James replied and your father raised a brow. Your mother looked both shocked and hurt for you. “She’s in Gryffindor like me, Lily Evans. We’ve been dating for two weeks so far.” 

“That’s great, I’m sure she’s lovely.” Your mother quickly regretted saying that as the rest of the dinner was spent talking about Lily Evans. James would not shut up for a second talking about how lovely and amazing she was that you were more than relieved when he noticed the time and had to leave. 

After the door closed behind him, your parents barely had a chance to call for you as you ran up the stairs and into your room. You didn’t come out until the following afternoon when they bribed you with waffles despite it being 3 pm. 

***

After the Christmas dinner with James the news of his new relationship quickly spread. You started isolating yourself from him, not that you had to even try considering he’d spend all his time with Lily. As weeks went by you’d start talking to Remus, who you grew a sibling-like relationship with the more you talked ot each-other. It started off with complaining about how James essentially ditched you and his friends to spend all his time with Lily and barely even remembering to say hi to them. Then as it progressed you both started to actually spend time with each-other and talk without any mention of James Potter or Lily Evans. 

During this time, James' two other friends, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, were still trying to get a word with James but after one too many failed attempts, decided to join Remus. You quickly befriended them both, just like how you did with Remus, and the four of you spent if not all, most of your free time outside of classes together. It was like you had replaced the void James’ left in their group. 

Before his relationship, James was often said to act like a mother to the boys but when you joined, it was actually Remus who became the mother hen. He was the one nagging you to study and telling Sirius to actually pay attention in class and stopping Peter from wanting to raid the kitchen every other hour. As much as he’s grown to love you, he did not hesitate to complain about how childish you acted but you would only stick your tongue out at him before finally starting to do what you were supposed to. You really did become the sister he never had and despite him getting annoyed every few minutes, he truly did love you and wanted the best for you. 

Maybe that was why he had snapped at James when the boy came crawling back to his friends. News spread like wildfire around Hogwarts that James had broken up with Lily and despite you being one of the first few people to hear about it, you didn’t care.

“What do you mean I can’t tell her?” James asked. Remus and Peter were in their dorms, previously in a conversation before James barged into the room asking for their forgiveness of how he’s been treating them the past few months. 

“I said, you’re not going to tell (Y/N) that you’re in-love with her.” Remus replied calmly before turning back to Peter. 

“But why.”

“Because she’s dating Sirius now that’s why!” James fell silent and could only look at Remus in shock. “The two people you’ve hurt the most are together now. And they’re happy as well so there is no way in hell I’m going to let you ruin it.” 

“Moony I’m in-love with her, what do you want me to do.?”

“Suck it up. Act like you’re not. You were amazing at completely ignoring us for the past few months anyways.”

“This is different I can’t pretend about something that feels too real. Moony you’ve got to understand that I’m in-love with her.” 

“Well that’s too bad,” Remus said as he stood up. Regardless of how much he loved his friend, he not only hurt him but others in ways that no one deserved to ever go through. “Because I’m not letting you ruin what they have going on. You actually had a chance, back when she gave you that sweater. She was still in-love with you until-”

“The dinner.” 

Remus nodded and motioned for Peter to stand up. “I’m sorry.” He said before walking out the door with Peter in tow. 

James watched as his friends left the room. He didn’t even know he was crying until he had tasted the tears on his tongue  but just like his feelings, he realized a little too late. 

***

You walked right past him and onto the makeshift stage with the help of your husband-to-be, Sirius Black. Standing behind him was Remus, the best-man, who had a bright smile as he watched his two best-friends finally get married. 

James tried his best to be happy. He really did. But how was he supposed to be happy when he was attending the girl he’s been in-love with for years, especially when he wasn’t the one she was getting married to. Sure he was able to make amends with them but that was about it. He went back to being her friend when he could’ve been more. He was even given the chance at one point but he blew it. This is all my fault. He thought to himself as he watched the newly wedded Mr. and Mrs. Black walk back down the aisle as the guests threw petals in the air. 

The scene before him looked like an image straight out of a fairytale. James used to love hearing fairytales growing up but today he learned something about them; they aren’t real.

[mischiefthedreamerx]

The First Steps

Synopsis: Young Sylvie has kept this secret for far too long and now it's time to tell her Mother whether she is ready or not. Little Sylvie is taking her first small steps in becoming who she feels inside.

A/N: So Sylvie is probably the equivalent to a 10 year old here. It's basically Sylvie coming out as trans and wanting to change her name etc. This is just a simple sweet one shot.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Young Sylvie sat herself down in front of her mirror, golden coloured hairbrush in hand brushing her black silky locks. It had now grown a few inches past her shoulders, others had started asking when she was going to get it cut or simply made an innocent statement on its growing length. She liked it this long, though still preferred it to be longer. Sylvie looked down at the piece of jewellery she borrowed from her mother's dressing room. Well she took them without permission but she planned on returning them before her mother noticed...

Firstly she picked up some form of silver circular headpiece with silver metallic leafs around the band. She had also snuck out a silk white shawl. She knew very well that it wasn't right to steal the items but if she returned them without being caught then no harm was done. She traced her fingers over the headpiece before gently placed it above her forehead. Then added the white shawl over her shoulders. Seeing herself in the mirror, she knew she looked ridiculous with it on, especially over her green tunic. She adjusted a few strands of hair around the headpiece. This was one of the ways she could pretend to feel better, to distract herself but this void that was still burning inside her chest.

With a sigh, she slumped her shoulders in defeat.

Though an even worse distraction bombarded her when her brother practically threw himself into her room, the door whacking itself open.

"Thor!" Sylvie shouted in panic, quickly tearing off the headpiece and shawl, shoving them under her bed. Thor stood there, wide eyed.

"Have you heard of a such a thing called privacy?" She ragged.

Thor ignored the question and composed himself, holding a wooden sword in hand. "Well I was going to ask if you'd come out with me and Fandral in the woods but it seems you're rather busy playing... dress up." Thor teased.

"I am not! And besides Father forbid us to go into the woods." She said, desperate to change the subject.

"We won't go far, I promise." Thor smiled.

"Right. Of course." Sylvie returned her gaze to the mirror, hoping this would make Thor realise she did not wish to play with him but he didn't quite understand this hidden message.

"So..are you coming?"

Sylvie grumbled. "No. Go and play with your stupid little sword."

Thor crossed his arms. "Fine I will!" He stuck out his touch and left.

"Careful I don't cut your tongue off in your sleep..." Sylvie muttered to herself in a hushed voice. "Knock next time too!" She yelled. With a careless flicker of a hand, the door slammed shut. A part of Sylvie now regretted not taking up Thor's offer because now she was alone again in her miserable thoughts.

She placed her forehead against the mirror and sighed, clutching the silk shawl in her hands. Her eyes were closed as if praying, waiting for her reflection to magically change when she opened them but still she only saw some sad little 'boy' wishing she was anyone else but herself.

Sylvie then heard the sound of a door handle slowly being turned.

She was prepared this time. "I said knock next time—“

Her mother appeared in the doorway.

"Mother!" Sylvie scrambled, standing herself up. The shawl hiding behind her back.

Her mother cautiously entered the room. "Is everything alright, dear? I heard shouting."

A small sense of relief filled her knowing Thor had not told their mother on the 'borrowed' possessions or better yet her wearing them but her anxiety still held firm.

"Everything is quite alright, Mother." She stuttered, sweat appearing above her brows. Her mother took a few more steps closer.

"Loki, did you really think I would not have noticed." She raised an eyebrow, no anger in her features, only a sense of calmness but her presence still heavily filled the room. Sylvie looked down at the floor and unhid the shawl from behind her back. Sylvie may have been good at being sly but her Mother was proven to be a challenge to trick.

She wasn't sure if she should apologise or explain why she had them in the first place. Or maybe now was the right moment to explain everything.

"Mother, I'm sorry, I.." Her words fell apart.

"I think it's time you and I have a little talk. Shall we?" Her mother walked over to sit on her bed. The door quietly closing by itself. Sylvie sat herself down next to her mother, avoiding her mother's gaze.

"Why did you take those things? I'm not angry. I just wish to understand the reasoning behind this. Perhaps I can help you."

Sylvie nodded. She wasn't ready, but if not now, then when? She knew how she felt, it was explaining it out loud that was the struggle. Was something wrong with her? Was she sick? Or even a way to fix her to stop feeling like this.

Sylvie had succumb to silence, blinking away the tears. Her mother patiently waiting.

"I..I don't feel right." She met her mother's soft blue eyes, she nodded once to encourage Sylvie to continue. She only wished to recoil into herself and disappear.

"I look in the mirror and it hurts, Mother. It hurts." Sylvie turned to look up at her mother, the tears slipping themselves free.

Sylvie fell into the comfort of her mother's warm embrace, a hand wrapped around her. She clung to the fabric of her mother's dress, hoping it would stop the tears.

"Hush, my dear. I'm listening." Frigga whispered, threading her fingers through Sylvie's locks.

"Why does it hurt so much? There is nothing wrong with who you are, Loki." She said, Sylvie only shook her head, pulling herself away.

"No, you don't understand! I don't want—" She rubbed away her tears, taking a deep breath to take control of her steady breathing from the crying. She wasn't close to explaining it. She had once wrote down all the things she felt when she eventually told her parents, scripted it in her head, in front of the mirror and now all of that was useless.

Her mother stayed calm, though Sylvie could tell she was puzzled at the sudden raised voice. "If you could magically become anyone you wish, who would it be?" She asked. The question caught Sylvie of track.

"Anyone?" She asked. Her mother nodded. Sylvie knew a few people she wanted to look like. It was now or never. There might not be another chance like this for awhile. What’s the worse thing that could happen? She knew her family loved her regardless, even despite her being adopted, they never once treated her any differently.

Sylvie jumped off her head and walked towards her book shelf, picking out a book without hesitation. She pressed the book close to her chest, then showing it to her mother.

On the cover was a women with long blonde hair tied in a braid wearing gold and white armour, blue cape flowing behind her. Her arm was held out high holding a glowing light blue sword as she sat on a pegasus mid flight. In her eyes was the fearless look of warrior ready for battle. She was beautiful and power and strong.

It was a fictional story about the main character's journey to becoming a highly respected Valkyrie despite the hardships she went through, being born into a poor family and was looked down upon for how weak she was. Sylvie stood in front of her mother, holding her hands together in anticipation for her response.

Her mother's eyes scanned over the cover. "You wish to be a Valkyrie?" Frigga frowned slightly.

Becoming a Valkyrie was definitely a far away dream, a dream so impossible to reach that it would never become a reality.

"It's more than that." Sylvie replied.

"Loki..." Her mother placed the book down on the bed. "Tell me more. What are you so afraid of, my dear?"

"I'm afraid you'll no longer love me. That you'll think I'm pretending or confused..or..or.."

Her mother stood up and bent down in front of Sylvie to reach her level. "Sweetheart, we could never stop loving you. I trust that you know your own mind. You're a smart and sensible young boy."

Sylvie visible winced as if someone had injured her, chocking out a heavy sob and began to weep. Sylvie promised herself she would not cry, promised she'd be strong. The promises lay broken. She was weak.

"I don't want to be a boy, Mother. I don't want to look like this. I want to be pretty. I feel horrible. I...I feel disgusting." Sylvie held onto her mother for dear life. Frigga embraced her tightly.

"Oh, my dear." Frigga let Sylvie cry into her shoulder until the heavy sobs became only sniffles. Frigga wasn't exactly sure what to make of this sudden turn of events. She knew Sylvie was never like her brother or most young boys for that matter, always more quiet, never fitting in with Thor and his friends. She'd much rather play with her toys or interact with the girls from her classes.

Frigga was always considered wise, knowing what to say when comforting and support others or even explaining the complexity of different methods regarding magic. Though now, she had no right words on how to comfort her distressed child. She still very much believed her child knew their own mind and that every word Sylvie said was not some child wanting to play pretend but a child in so much pain from hiding her true self for far too long. Perhaps Frigga felt a sense of guilt from not realising her child's distress. What Sylvie was feeling wasn't something Frigga had not heard before but it was still new to her. It was not a choice. She would continue to love her child unconditional despite not understanding much.

"For how long have you been feeling this way?"

Sylvie sniffled and wiped her tears with a shrug. "A long time. It has only become much worse. I have tried, really tried to stop being this way. To be more like Thor and the others."

Frigga placed a strand of hair behind Sylvie's ear. "You do not have to be anything like your brother. You two are very special in your own ways. Thor.. he relies on brute strength, charging head first into battle without analysing the battle field in itself. Of course he has some remarkable strengths. But you, my child, you are very powerful, intelligent, pure at heart, cunning even. You have qualities that many dismiss, cast aside as if they were only weak but my dear, they are your hidden strengths to use to your advantage." Frigga's voice whispered softly. She continued;

"And.. if from within you feel.. you're trapped.." Frigga paused, searching for the right words.

"In the wrong body." Sylvie said, completing her mother's sentence.

Frigga nodded. "Yes. Then we shall do whatever we can to support you. You will encounter many who will not quite fathom all of this, or many will say that you are sick. Do not ever let other's perception of who you are change you. Only you truly understand who you are from within and that’s all that matter."

Sylvie stood there, giving herself some time to take in what her mother had said. She had not expected this sort of outcome. A small smile made it's way to Sylvie's lip.

"Thank you, Mother. Can we tell Father...together?"

"We will and he shall love his daughter all the same." Frigga placed a kiss upon her forehead. "This..is still very new to me but is there another name you one day wish to be called by?"

Sylvie's eyes sparkled with instant excitement. She picked up her story book and pointed to the Valkyrie on the front cover.

“Her!” She passed the book to her mother. Frigga turned to look at the back of the book to read the blurb.

"Sylvie?" She said, reading the main character’s name.

Sylvie nodded, the void becoming only but a distant ache. Right now she no longer thought about what her father or Thor would think of this or for the rest of Asgard for that matter. Sylvie wanted to live in this blissful moment and hoped for many more.

"Sounds very elegant and mystical." Her mother said. "It's perfect."

Sylvie struggled to hide her ever growing smile as she hugged her mother.

"Though you must understand it will take us all some time to adjust to this change. We may make mistakes along the way, but I can assure you that as a family, together, we will support you."

Sylvie understood that it would be a big adjustment for everyone, even for herself and mistakes will follow and many will not support her journey, she was well aware of the troubles she may face but right now, Sylvie had made her first steps into becoming the person she was on the inside

"I know, Mother." Sylvie said, she reached down picking up the shawl and silver headpiece. "Here. I'm sorry for taking them without your permission, Mother.”

Frigga took the headpiece and placed it on Sylvie's head.

"Keep them." She smiled. "They look much better on you, my little princess."

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A/N: Omg I didn't think I'd make this so heartbreaking. Also please no comments about how I didn't explain being trans that well considering its coming from a distressed child

[merryfortune]

Pink Beat

Written for Into The Rainbow: Vrains Shipping Week

Turn 1 #VSWPink

Ship: Zinniashipping | Aoi/Miyu

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Title: Pink Beat

Word Count: 1,483

Rating: T

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Skip Beat, Developing Relationship, Pre-Slash, Handholding, Swearing, Past/Referenced Ryoken/Miyu

   It was pink. It was a bright and garish pink, no less, Miyu observed in absolute misery. Pink was so not her colour but this jumpsuit had to be atrocious even by the most girly of girly-girl standards.

   This was what she got for how the auditions went though, Miyu sighed externally upon that realisation.

   She thought she had done great but in retrospective, it was bit of a disaster. Nothing like the performances that the other girls had done. They had all been sat down in a plastic chair and one by one, they had to react to a scripted message they had never heard before recorded on a flip phone. The other girls had done lovely, twee performances, nothing what like Miyu had done since she was fresh off her break up with Ryoken.

   She had supported him for ten, long years. She had cooked and cleaned for him, she had been a dutiful childhood friend to him. She paid more rent than he did in their shared apartment whilst he chased dreams of getting famous, she was scrubbing toilets. His parents had been so disappointed in them both when they ran away together to chase the coattails of the rich and famous rather than take over the family business of innkeeping in the boonies and now look at them. They didn’t even have a scrap of friendship left to show for it because at the end of the day, Ryoken was just using Miyu as free labour.

   “I know how things ended the other day,” that husky, male voice said in the phone as Miyu listened, “but I still love you. Don’t leave me, I’m coming soon to get you from the train station.

   Oh. Hell. Fucking. No.

   Miyu couldn’t describe it but she just felt rage burn inside her. Her heart rate went up immediately and she couldn’t control her words or actions. She heard Ryoken’s voice in that phone recording rather than some generic male actor that belonged to this studio she was trying to get picked up from at. 

   She flung the phone on the ground and she broke the goddamn prop, stomping on it, she railed and cussed and it was an entire ordeal. Nothing like the graceful, serene forgiveness this shitty ex-boyfriend character got from the other girls, especially that Zaizen Aoi girl. Miyu wasn’t even acting, she was just venting. She wasn’t even trying to be like other girls as she whinged and wailed in her misplaced furor, she just wanted to get all the feelings in her head out.

   What a waste that would all turn out to be. Miyu had gone to class after class, she had thrown herself at her part-time job right up until she quit. She made the most beautiful cabbage rose on stage as her unique skill for that portion of the talent section and then, when she finally made it all but to curtain call, the acting exercise had turned into that. She had tried so hard to get that far and she had blown it on that. Kind of worth it though. Save for that disgustingly pink jumpsuit that she was expected to wear as part of her induction to the Skip Beat programme. 

   See, whilst Miyu may have blown her shot at becoming a normal actress, she did have a saving grace. The director saw something in her. Some kind of shine in her eyes, she was different, he had to give her that and so, just for her - and one other girl in the same boat as her, though she didn’t know who yet - he created two casual positions as part of the Skip Beat programme. Basically, she was their odd-jobber, everything from cleaning to actual minor parts on variety shows, everything she would need to rebuild her career from scratch and maybe learn to behave along the way, too.

   God she wishes she could have been like that Zaizen Aoi girl. 

   Miyu doesn’t even remember seeing Zaizen at the prior rounds. Maybe there were other rooms or days they were hosting from or maybe she had called ahead to say she couldn’t make it because the first time they saw each other was at the final acting round of the talent scouting and she had been a show stopper. Everything about her took Miyu’s breath away. Her performance had been that stunning, she had been the first to go in the acting round and she left a very high standard.

   She heard that very same phone call as Miyu and whilst she did break the performance, it was hearts she broke, not the prop itself. At just that word, a magnificent tear was shed and streaked down her cheek as she graciously was saved by the ex-boyfriend character from herself. Her performance was nothing less than divine and convincing, like an angel of performing arts had stepped down from heaven just to appear on that woody-coloured stage and sit in those plastic chairs.

   “Yes, of course,” she cried, majestic and demure, not overly dramatic yet her drama was delectable, “I understand. The engagement is back on. I love you, too.”

   Everything about her was beautiful. Her tone of voice and her makeup, her coiffed, brunette hair and her brown eyes. Yet even so, she had a humble serenity about her. It was obvious that out of everyone here today, she was the likeliest to become the next big thing, a mega-star of fame and fortune with her acting and her beauty and yet. She didn’t have an air of arrogance about her, she graciously thanked her competitors for being her competitors and the judging panel all the same, and also the crew who were doing the lights and sounds, the prop master. She had the most immaculate etiquette.

   Miyu couldn’t help but be a little bit envious as there was no way in hell that the Zaizen Aoi would ever-

   There was a knock on the change room door and someone came in. Someone with brown hair and brown eyes, wearing that very same ghastly pink jumpsuit as Miyu and Miyu couldn’t believe it. Her jaw dropped with the utmost, awestruck confusion as this person came in through the staff only door.

   “Aoi?!” she exclaimed.

   Aoi’s eyes went wide and she blushed, averting her eyes. Miyu got the feeling from it that she was remembered from the audition, but not for any good reason but. This didn’t make any sense. Aoi was an undiscovered gem of actress, why on Earth would she be the other half of the Skip Beat programme?

   Aoi came closer and she sat down on the bench that Miyu had been miserating sitting upon. They sat somewhat close and Aoi kept her knees primly together, placing her hand atop of them and speaking more to her cuticles than to Miyu, she explained exactly what she was doing here.

   “You seem surprised to see me.” Aoi awkwardly said. “I can’t say I’m shocked to see you here.” She giggled. “Your acting audition left quite the impression.”

   “Yay, woo…” Miyu sarcastically mumbled to herself.

   “But it was all your own hard work. You clawed your way through the trials but… but I bought my way in.” Aoi said. She frowned. “I didn’t want to, but my ever doting older brother paid for me to skip to the final round. I begged and pleaded but the money had already gone through. It was obvious but I still informed the adjudicators of this and was disqualified but… But the director gave me a second chance in the form of being part of the Skip Beat programme, with you.”

   “With me.” Miyu echoed.

   “So we will be seeing a lot of each other now, as co-workers.” Aoi stiffly said.

   “Yup, so we better get along, eh?” Miyu laughed. She reached out for Aoi’s hand and she moved it to between them, Miyu placed hers atop of Aoi’s. “It’ll be us against the world, ‘cause look at us? We’re a joke! I’m Little Miss Anger Issues and your Little Miss Trust Fund Baby, lol, what a pair we make. And in these horrible outfits the director wants us to wear? Ew! But we’ll make it to the top, we have to.”

   “Yeah, we do, I want to prove my older brother wrong, that I can make it in the world without his micromanaging.” Aoi huffed.

   “And I want to out-famous my B-List ex!” Miyu raised her voice and she held Miyu’s hand tightly before thrusting them up in the air. “To the sisters of the Skip Beat Program, cheer for us!” she yelled.

   “To us!” Aoi cheered, feeling weirdly befriended by Miyu in a matter of minutes. Their words resounded through the empty changeroom, echoey and with bad acoustics, and naturally, that was when the director walked in: the working day was ready to begin.