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Chapter 5: We're Still Holding Hands With Warm

Chapter Word Count: 4,544

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language.

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Staring at yourself in the mirror, you glanced over your outfit once more. Over the past few months, you and your friends spend time collecting different clothing pieces and accessories to deck out for the concert. You intended on finding something that made you feel confident, comfortable, but most importantly, got you out of your comfort zone a bit. 

You had found the perfect high waist, slim cut jeans in a pastel pink color similar to the Rose Quartz fandom color. To add a little flare, you painted on small cherries to indicate your bias without needing to outwardly say it. With the help of Jamie, you were able to find a semi-close serenity blue colored crop top. It had off the shoulder sleeves but invisible straps to keep it up. Etsy had brought you silver accessories with the Seventeen logo; dangly earrings, charm bracelets, a few dainty necklaces, and chains that hooked onto your belt loops. 

Against your better judgment since you would never wear them again, you bought a pair of white, high top platform converse. Jamie’s pestering that the outfit would be complete with them only spurred on your impulsive purchase. 

Your last touch, which was more necessity than fashion, was your clear plastic bag. You had all your needed items for the day. You three would be packing into an Uber soon since parking would be a pain. Kazuki and Jamie had opted for using their ‘man pockets’ and shoving everything they needed in there. Coming up behind you, Kazuki smiled bright and handed you your lightstick, version two of course. 

Kazuki had taken great care to find an outfit similar to one of Jeonghan’s Face the Sun teaser pictures. A short sleeved white t-shirt layered over a white fishnet top, a snug harness more crossbody instead of over the shoulders, and black and white jeans he distressed himself. He didn’t add too much detail to the jeans, however wanted to stay true to the overall concept the pictures gave. Kazu had no problems finding silver chains and jewelry to pair with the outfit.  For the fun of it, a week prior he bleached and dyed his hair silver, which he ended up loving and was planning on keeping for a decent amount of time. 

Looking further into the room, your eyes caught on the pattern on Jamie’s shirt, akin to a leopard print. A month prior he had ran into your office with a confirmed order with a picture of the almost exact shirt Mingyu wore during Rock With You era. You wouldn’t reread the price tag on said shirt, but it nearly had you beating him up on the spot. To your surprise he paired it with dress pants rather than pleather or black denim jeans, but overall it still looked fine. 

Taking one last look in the mirror, you called out for Jamie to join the two of you and posed for a few pictures, wanting to make the most of the moment that you could. Down on your wrist, mere hours stared back at you. It would be closer to midnight, an hour or two after the concert, most likely when you returned from the venue. A part of you was ready for the adventures that having a soulmate would bring, yet you were nervous of how your life will change because of it. Quickly you shook off the feeling and made sure you had everything before you left the hotel room. 

The stadium was loud, the energy had your body buzzing with anticipation. Jamie had placed you between himself and Kazuki, both holding one of your hands as you bounced your legs. Seeing the stage so close only made your heart race in your chest. 

Wherever they were, your soulmate was calm but you could feel the buzzing they also radiated. It contracted with whatever emotions you were sending out and you hoped that it didn’t burden them too much. Despite the roaring of voices, you took this as a calm before the impending storm of what your first kpop concert would be like. Jamie and Kazu had warned you it might be a lot, you were ready either way. 

When the lights dimmed and visuals changed on the monitors, the noise rose tenfold and as your friends pulled you to your feet, it was as if the world was deafening and quiet all at once. As the VCR ended and the stage props lifted revealing the group, you swore the world could have stopped. It didn’t process with you at first that a cheer was screaming out of your throat. You and the other Carats in your row were up against the barricades, many waving their Caratbongs high in the air. 

Your rational brain told you that screaming and jumping would make you regret it tomorrow yet you didn’t bother to stop. Song after song, you sang along to each lyric with your two best friends. The buzz that rested under your skin was present but an overwhelming feeling of admiration settled in beside it. Admitting it outloud was hard for you. Between Covid, work, and your own mental struggles, Seventeen was a group that helped you. Jamie had introduced their music to you when you were pushing your limits and being critical with yourself. At the end of many straining days you sat in the darkness of your apartment and let the music overtake you. It felt surreal to hear the voices that lifted you up in person, even more surreal seeing the faces that brought the music to life. 

By the time the Performance Unit had ended their amazing stage of Moonwalker and Wave, your emotions were high. From what you would recall about the set list, you were barely a third of the way through the show. The visuals changed once more on the main stage and the Vocal Unit stood tall before the crowd. Hearing the first notes of Come to Me already had your breath catching in your throat. As they moved to the extended stage, you leaned up against the barricade, feeling your heart nearly beating out of your chest. 

Although Second Life was near the top of your favorite songs from the Vocal Unit, Imperfect Love held a special place in your heart. As Woozi’s part finished and the chorus began, your heart jumped into your throat. A wave of pure happiness and cherishment washed over you. It wasn’t an emotion of your own that much you can tell, yet you never wished for it to stop. Before you could catch yourself, a line of tears were streaming down your cheeks. You caught yourself struggling to breathe out a laugh. Maybe you and your soulmate had a few things in common regarding Seventeen’s music. 

That feeling lasted with you the rest of the concert. It kept you jumping, screaming, and fueled the energy you knew should have waned by the second half of the show. Your feet hurt, your throat was scratchy, but you never once stopped. Beside you, Jamie was nearly force feeding you water so you wouldn’t pass out. 

As you watched the members move about the main and extended stage, talking and waving to the crowd, a smile never left your features. You were able to snap a few pictures on your phone, but a majority of the night Kazuki and Jamie were taking pictures and videos to look back on later. 

Commentary from the members soon brought on the ever lively neverending Aju Nice. Seungkwan had come down from the stage followed by security, trying to find a fan to sing the pre-chorus as usual. It was amazing, letting yourself let go and have fun, jumping around, scream-singing the lyrics. Jamie had his phone out recording the three of you as you let the music take over. You felt like a teenager again, laughing and not needing to worry about your adult responsibilities even if it was only for a few hours. The happiness your soulmate held within them was still prominent, only adding to the incredible night. 

Leaving the concert had you shedding some tears, happy ones thankfully but tears nevertheless. You had gathered a handful of confetti and shoved it into your bag to frame with a picture of two of tonight to solidify the amazing experience. Sitting in the back of the Uber, you rested your head on Kazuki’s shoulder, tired but satisfied. In your chest, your soulmate was radiating something similar to your own emotions. 

“I’m hungry.” You broke the silence, lifting your head and looking out the front windshield. 

“Once we get back to the hotel we can walk somewhere since we are in the city.” Jamie moved his arm up and around your shoulder, placing small taps to the top of your head. “It’s almost eleven o’clock but we are in the City That Never Sleeps, somethings got to be open.” 

“Pizza sounds heavenly right now.” Kazuki chimes in, slapping a hand against his stomach but it rumbled anyway. “And now my body is being dramatic.” 

You scoffed before you broke out in a fit of laughter, even hearing the driver join along quietly.

Stepping into the warm night’s air once more, you unanimously picked a direction and started walking, hoping to find a pizza place or even a small restaurant, wherever came first. Around you, the lights of the city encompassed you. Booking a hotel not too far off from Time Square gave you plenty of options and opportunities to see or experience things since you and the others had taken the rest of the week off. 

“Oh oh, diner instead!” Jamie called out, having trekked a few blocks down from your hotel, taking both your and Kazuki’s hands in his own and pulled both of you along without much of a struggle. 

The diner was nice, not too big for a dinner in the city however it was open 24 hours and you’d never pass up a chance to chow down on disco-fries. Self seating at the late hour had you finding a small booth next to the window, letting the cars mesmerize you as they passed by. Menus were provided not long after sitting and placing orders came easily with the specific cravings each of you had. 

Jamie and Kazuki sat beside each other, showing off videos and pictures, placing their phones on the table to give you a better view. You and Kazu had started a small tangent on the outfits you had seen tonight, flipping through the pictures as you spoke of your favorites and how each member looked. It was calm being able to enjoy the quiet company at the late hour. It had been a long time since you were out late; grabbing food from a bodega, eating at a dinner after midterms or finals, or just staying up to spend time with those you were friends with. 

“Guys.” Jamie raised his arm and started to pat it against Kazuki’s shoulder, eyes staring past your head towards the door. He attempted to keep his voice down but his wide eyes and starstruck expression had you confused.  “Guys, don’t be too obvious but look-” 

As subtle as you could, you leaned down and peeked around the booth’s backrest and your heart stopped.

The people walking through the doors were unmistakable even with their features hidden behind masks and ballcaps. Dressed casually now after a long night of performing were five members of Seventeen. You recognized Joshua and Seokmin first, seeing as they barely covered their faces with the masks, behind them was Jihoon, Vernon, and Seungkwan. They had taken a booth not far from you, a few tables back. 

You had shrunk down in your seat, covering your mouth with both hands to keep yourself from saying or doing anything stupid. To your displeasure, your heart was ready to beat out of your chest. Taking a moment, you looked at yourself from as close to head to toe as you could and let out the quietest gaps. 

“Yah- I’m still in fucking pink and blue-” You whispered, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Oh my god this is the most embarrassing thing that could have happened.” 

Kazuki cleared his throat, staring across the table to you, “Um, sweetie, it’s rose quartz and serenity.” 

“I’m going to fucking stab you with a fork.” You deadpanned.

Across from you, Jamie had the widest, stupidest grin focused fight on you. The surprise that had hit him was washed away quickly as he nudged Kazuki with his shoulder. “Tonight I might win the bet.” 

“Bet? You seriously have a bet? For what?” You continued to whisper, sitting up now but clearly frazzled. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Kazuki was trying to hold himself back from laughing, waving you off. 

Scowling at both of them, you glanced across and stood. “I’ll be right back-” And in a hurry, you made a slight dash for the bathroom, hoping the members didn’t see you. 

Taking a moment to calm your breathing and the racing of your heart, you leaned against the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. You had tied your hair up after the concert to cool off and thankfully your make up held up. Pulling a paper towel from the holder, you doused it in cold water and dabbed it around your face to cool your skin off.

It’d be fine, they wouldn’t notice you, and you wouldn’t bother them because it wasn’t your place. Would it be extraordinary to be able to say hi? Yes, but they didn’t deserve a fan coming up to them when they were trying to relax and eat after a long day. Giving yourself another once over, you nodded and left the bathroom. 

Moving around the door, you were met with a firm chest running right into you, hands catching on your forearms to steady both of you. 

It felt as if lightning struck you, well if you knew what that felt like, and your vision went dark and blurry. A rush of shock traveled down your spine, each muscle tensing up and you could have sworn the floor had been pulled out from under you. Your recently calmed heart was beating rapidly and breathing was difficult. You couldn’t get a grip on reality with the room spinning, but you felt the continued hold of the stranger’s hands on your arms, attempting to ground yourself with that alone. 

All at once, a rush of emotions flooded back into your system; happiness, fear, anxiety, so many more you were unable to name at the moment. Despite the fog that clouded your mind, you could hear someone’s voice but the words were just muddling together.

The haze broke not long after and euphoria and serenity settled in your chest. As your vision cleared, dizziness set in and you tried to shake the feeling away, however you moved too quickly and your legs collapsed. Similar to you, you hear another body clatter to the floor. 

“ Ah! Catch them-” 

Feeling arms wrap around you, you limplessly rested against them to regain your senses. 

“It’s okay, Y/N..” A familiar voice whispered, moving hair out of your face. “Just take a minute, it’s a lot to take in.” The more they spoke, the more you recognized it as Kazuki. 

Blinking a few times, you felt stable enough to finally lift your head and look around. To your surprise, you were met with the concerned faces of your friends but also the members of Seventeen. Looking between each of their faces, your eyes landed on the face in a similar state to yours, disoriented and confused. 

Visibly you paused, eyebrows furrowed together and suddenly it hit you. “Oh my fucking god, you have to be fucking kidding me.” You didn’t realize how loud you were until a chorus of laughter from Seokmin and Seungkwan uproared. 

“You owe me a hundred bucks!” Jamie cheered victoriously, only increasing the confusion. “I told you so!” 

Eye contact never leaving Jihoon’s, you never expected him to puff out a laugh. “Hey! Don’t laugh at that!” You switched to your second language easily. “ If you were me, would you expect your soulmate to literally be an idol you just watched perform on stage?” 

Jihoon couldn’t hold back from laughing now, rubbing a hand over his face to at least hide some of the embarrassment that was written on it. “ To be fair, I placed that you were a carat once the tickets were released. ” 

“ Can we get you both off the floor and back to that table? This is cute and all but I’m starving.” Seungkwan waved his hand, motioning back towards the tables both groups once occupied. 

Vernon was already helping Jihoon up, the latter soon reaching his hand out to you. From your position on the floor, you stared up at him for a moment, still in disbelief, however you took his hand. The spark that rushed down your spine had butterflies fluttering in your stomach and with ease, Jihoon pulled you up. In that moment, you took the time to just…look at him. At this point the makeup was gone from his face, the product that was still in his hair was brushed to make it more moveable. He seemed to be taking in your features as well, both caught up in whatever moment, hands not letting go just yet. You were shorter than him by a handful of inches but it was negligible. 

“ They are off in their own world already.” 

“It’s sickening.” 

“Yah, don’t act like you don’t stare at Vernonie like that.” 

Jamie had gone back to speak to a waitress from what you could gather to set up a table for all of you. Hearing the chatter, you and Jihoon both tore your gazes from each other. You felt your cheeks heat up in response to it. Though slightly embarrassed, Jihoon didn’t let your hand go as he walked with you to the dining area. Jamie and Joshua being the kind people they were had taken it upon themselves to help the poor waitress move the tables together. 

Before you knew it, Jihoon had pulled a chair out for you, watching with wide eyes to see if you’d take his silent offer. To your defense, you knew he’d look like a kicked puppy if you didn’t so you sat down, watching as he let your hand go and sat beside you. Your clear purse was dropped on the table in front of you by Kazuki who sat to your left – being a bit protective – across from him was Jamie. Looking across the table you saw Seokmin and Seungkwan across from you and Jihoon with Vernon across from Joshua. 

“ We had already placed our orders before this whole ordeal.” Jamie started, with Seokmin beside him nodding and stating they had too. 

Folding your hands in your lap, you kept your gaze low but could feel the eyes of a few new companions staring. How do you interact with a group of idols when one of them is your soulmate? Yeah, no one had written a fancy scholar book on that one. Not that it would have helped in this situation to be fair. The idle noise of the waitress walking around, the quiet music from the speakers, and shifting in seats was starting to gnaw at the reality. 

“ I’m Y/N by the way.” You managed to mutter out, cracking your knuckles under the table. You motioned towards your friends. “ Kazuki and Jamie.” 

“ Nice to meet you!” Across the table, Seokmin was leaning forward with his elbows on the table, a bright smile – one you’ve said was the sun itself – aimed in your direction. “ And you probably already know who we are. ” He winked, only wishing to tease you, which made you want to fall into the abyss. 

“ How do you know Korean?” You hear Jihoon speak up, leaning back to be more comfortable in the chair. “ You don’t have that bad of an accent.” 

“I took up classes online in highschool and majored in linguistics and international business in college. I handle business with Korea almost daily and my team focuses on that. I guess when you use it a lot you get used to it.” You see a few of them nod. 

The waitress came out to break the tension in the air with your food and it dawned on you that you were ungodly hungry. Eating in relative silence gave you a moment to process everything.

Number one, your soulmate was Lee Jihoon of Seventeen. You know, a worldwide super star, loved by many, an amazing producer, made all of the songs you loved so much. 

Number two, you were soulmates with Lee fucking Jihoon of Seventeen and he was sitting beside you, eating a god damn fully loaded cheese burger at a diner in New York at midnight.

Number three, everything was about to change – you knew that – but you also knew that stressing about it would make everything so much worse. 

As the group ate, Seungkwan was the first to break the ice again. Hearing your name being called, you looked up, fork holding a bundled serving of gravy and cheese covered fries about to be devoured. 

“ Now you have to be honest here,” You watch as he rests his elbow on the table and holds his chin in his hand, the other having his fork pointed at you. “ Who is your bias in Seventeen?”  

Jamie and Kazuki both choke on their food, clearly trying to hold in the laughter that was still sputtering out between coughs. Seungkwan had the most cocky grin plastered on his face while Seokmin was buzzing with excitement. A quick look at Jihoon showed he too was interested in the answer, even a look of hope lingering in his eyes. 

You were about to break this poor man’s heart- 

“ Well- Okay so I think having a bias in Seventeen is unfair, you know?” You began which only egged Jamie on to start wheeze-laughing, only fueling the flush creeping onto your cheeks to flare more. “ There is just so many of you guys and it’s hard to pick-” 

“Oh god my sides hurt-” Jamie cut in, leaning away from Seokmin and trying to catch his breath.

“Just give it up-” Kazuki snorted, “ You aren’t gonna win- ” 

You had placed your fork down, covering your face with both hands as you laughed at yourself, not wanting the others to see the dejected look on your face. “Don’t laugh, please, I will cry-” 

“It can’t be that bad, I think Jihoonie would understand.” Despite the reassurance in Joshua’s voice, you didn’t feel any better. 

“ It’s Scoups.” 

The table erupted in chaos. Pure. Chaos. Laughter, comments, even playful bullying was aimed towards Jihoon mainly. 

Deep in your chest, you felt the smallest pang of jealousy but amusement nestled beside it. You found yourself laughing too, looking over to your soulmate only to find him shaking his head with disbelief written across his face. A part of you was happy he wasn’t annoyed, but the jealousy was understandable given the situation. 

You don’t know how long you were sitting at the table. After the wonderful question Seungkwan asked, things just felt more…normal. While you were still a little anxious, talking to them like normal people rather than idols was nice, comfortable even. Beside you, Jihoon had scooted his chair the slightest bit closer and naturally you found yourself leaning towards him with no prompting, more like you were drawn to him. 

“ Oh shit, I forgot my phone was on do not disturb.” Hearing Joshua curse had you leaning forward to see if everything was okay. “ Managers are looking for us, it’s two in the morning. I’m letting them know where we are so they can come get us. We have to tell them about Y/N.” 

Waving the waitress over, you whispered to her and slid her your card, wanting to pay for everyone. A complaint was heard from your side and a card was raised into your vision. 

“Use this, please.” Jihoon’s voice spoke up in English. “ Don’t argue.” He aims the second half of his words to you. 

The waitress looks to you and winks, taking Jihoon’s card and leaves your card in your hand. 

“ Did you just-” 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He cuts you off, sitting back once more and fiddled around with notifications on his phone. The waitress came back soon and returned the card and the receipt. 

“Ridiculous.” 

It takes little to no time for one of the three managers – the newest one, you note–  that wrangles Seventeen to walk in with one of their security personnel not far behind, a mask covering his face, but confusion and worry furrowing his eyebrows. 

“Who is this?” The newcomer's voice was on high alert, eying you and your friends. 

Before you could answer, Jihoon raises his wrist, gently taking yours into his other hand to show the timers at zero. There was a long pause, the manager just deadpan staring at the scene before him. Jihoon had released your arm but placed his own on the back of your chair. The unknown expression was stirring up uneasiness, it was radiating through the bond you shared and you felt the arm draped behind the chair come to rest against your shoulders. 

“ And no warning to me? Come on, we’ve talked about this-” The manager complained, an exasperated look gracing his face as he tugged the mask down. “ She is going to need to come back with us and sign NDAs, talk with the other two and we’d need to get her filled in on flights-” The tangent he began was a long winded one, you felt tired just hearing everything you needed to do.

For the second time tonight it dawned on you. Everything was about to change. You’d be traveling with him, moving across the world, adapting to a whole new way of living because of this. You’d be leaving your friends and your family, having to navigate something with a partner you’ve literally just met- 

You didn’t realize you were spiraling until Jihoon was turning your chair to him, both hands placed firmly on your shoulders. What was worse? You were on the brink of an anxiety attack. The panicked expression Jihoon wore only managed to make you feel worse because you  were making him feel that way. While the touch of your soulmate was keeping you grounded and the bond was trying its damnedest to alleviate the panic, you didn’t know how to voice more. 

As if he was miles away, you hear Jamie say something and soon you were being pulled into firm arms, encompassing you in a tight hug. He was pulling your head down to his shoulder, giving you the space to hide the oncoming tears from everyone’s view. Apologies were weakly falling from your lips, hoping to compose yourself soon yet the realization hurt. You just didn’t know it would hurt this bad.

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Tw: non - consensual touching, obsessive/possessive behavior, violence, low-key bullying, blackmail / coercion, reader is in university

Part 2

It had started during your very first year of college, back when you still felt motivated to go to school and meet new people. You had heard the rumors about him before ever meeting his gaze and oh, did they disappoint.

You met Gabrielle for the first time when the snowdrops bloomed and the birds returned home – in the early autumn, at night, in a small crowded room reeking of alcohol, sweat and cheap cologne which you quickly realized wasn’t his. The man smelt like the cigarettes he never got bored of and sweet caramel. He was wearing a big leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans, yet the simplicity of the outfit seemed to suit the expensive brands displayed on the clothing. In a way the student represented the typical youthful boyish beauty with his golden locks, eyes the color of the sky and frame tall and well – built. Yet his face remained motionless the whole night and his body stayed still despite the mass of bodies dancing around in rhythm. But then some poor unfortunate fool managed to bump into the male, spilling his drink all over him, and his pretty face quickly twisted into a mask of disgust and anger.

“You stupid piece of shit!” The male yelled shortly after as his fist connected with the stuttering boy’s stomach. His clear eyes were now two wild thunderstorms pouring rain and lightning over the tipsy guy who was nervously apologizing and promising to pay for the damages done. “Do you know how much this costs?” Gabrielle spat with venom and pushed the other onto the floor, bringing his black sneakers to that white shirt until there was a mark of dirt formed on the otherwise clean fabric. Everyone else in the room had stopped drinking now and all the eyes were pinned onto the two men yet no one had the courage to do anything. Your own heart was beating hard in your chest at the sudden display of unnecessary violence but you had always been a calm kid, a kind soul too scared of its own shadow to learn how to fight properly. So you had no idea what to do.

“My father can have you expelled, you know.” The blond man suddenly spoke out in a quiet eerie voice as he pressed his foot harder into the shorter boy’s stomach causing him to whimper and squirm. “Unless you are willing to beg for my forgiveness, that is.” The bully proposed with a sly smirk on his pink lips as he glared at the victim underneath. The student on the ground was clenching his eyes tight so no one could see the tears in them when he shook his head no. You finally decided you couldn’t let this inhumane scene go any further.

“Stop this madness right now!” You shouted manically, drawing all the attention to yourself as you made your way between the two men. Gabrielle immediately pinned his burning gaze on you in unhidden intrigue. “This is too cruel. He didn’t mean to bump into you. Please, leave him alone.” As much as you had wanted to curse at the spoiled rich boy there was this suffocating feeling in your lungs telling you to be careful and play the mediator. The others quickly started gasping and some were already gossiping at your reaction proving your point that the guy was indeed dangerous.

Then he looked you straight in the eyes with his deep blue ones. He chuckled softly before smacking his lips in an unpleasant way, his “tsk” sending shivers down your spine. You had fucked up. “Well, well, well… Looks like the new girl wants to play hero. How cliché.” The bully grinned as he let his gaze roam up and down your body, your cheeks turning red in return when having realized he was handsome even while doing something so vulgar. “But if you do want to help him so badly…” The golden – haired man paused for a moment pretending to be deep in thought. “Maybe we could have a little deal, bunny.” He moved his leg away from the sobbing boy and stepped in front of you. From this close you could feel the warmth of his skin and the sweet aroma of burnt sugar it radiated. Gabrielle tilted your chin up almost gently and whispered in your ear “Kiss me.”

You tried to break free from the uncomfortable pose but the student simply squeezed your jaw line harder, his eyes cold and calculating, following your every move. You mind went blank and foggy at the forced intimacy and you couldn’t think straight with his breath on your neck. It felt like the time had slowed down just so the sadistic snob could mess with you a little longer. You opened your mouth to voice your protests but fortunately you didn’t have to say anything because at the very same time the host of the party appeared, ready to stop the fight.

“Gabrielle, I’d have to ask you to leave.” The dark – haired junior growled enraged as he pushed the taller male away from you. You couldn’t help but smile at him in appreciation. He was the only one brave enough to help you after all. “You are ruining the party for everyone. ” The stranger continued. The blonde seemed irritated at the sudden interruptance yet it was obvious he was powerless against the owner of the house. Still he grit his teeth and signed in annoyance as he turned to face the host. “Fuck you, Jackson!” The man cursed but eventually moved towards the door, red with anger. “My father will hear about this.” He looked at you as he reached for the golden doorknob, his features softened. “See you around, bunny.”

This was the first time you met Gabrielle. You already wished it was the last.

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After the incident the snob seemed interested in you, blatantly so. He would eye you up in the halls like you were a shiny new toy in a claw machine and try to strike a conversation no matter how much you ignored him. The man never once apologized for what happened at the party but at least he didn’t bring it up so you counted it as a small victory. You gradually understood just how much power and money the heir had. His father owned casinos, hotels, banks and apparently even the university you two were studying in received major monthly donations by the big businessman. This explained why everyone was so scared of the blonde, especially when he did nothing but flaunt his status at the slightest inconvenience. And now he wanted you.

In your eyes the boy was just an annoying brat who lived off daddy’s hard work, there really wasn’t much to him that intrigued you. The male was handsome, pretty even, but his grades were terrible and his interests were bland and shallow, mostly involving expensive brands and grand parties. But the worst thing about him was his personality. The snob treated his friends like servants and his enemies like dirt, but you he rather saw as a challenge. Gabrielle would ask you out every time you were unlucky enough to run into him. The first time the man gave you so many roses you couldn’t even count them, the second he demanded your affection with a silver necklace in hand ready to cover your neck in his mark of ownerships. You couldn’t recall all the other gifts the blonde used to try and court you with but you remembered refusing each and every one.

“Why can’t you just give me a chance?” He exclaimed one day after you had just returned the expensive bracelet you had found in your locker. It was a dark winter night and the heir seemed irritated with you for the first time, his eyes a deep electric blue just like the sky. The man had you cornered against the wall but you were used to his pathetic attempts at intimidation. Yet today there was something different in the air around him, some small voice at the back of your head wondered whether this time he wasn’t just joking around. “Are you still angry about that little wimp I expelled, bunny?” Gabrielle asked contemptuously yet his pupils remained cold and distant. Once again he was too close for your liking, too close for you to function properly, but that was probably exactly what he wanted. You to be compliant and obedient like all the others who crawled and kneeled at the very sight of him. “Or are you sulking because I beat up Jones after he asked you out, hmm?” What? The blonde man was the one who gave Tony the black eye? But he had told you it was just a street fight… Why had your friend covered for the bully you both hated?

“Why would you do that to him?” You whispered, staring at the twisted boy in front of you. Your heart was beating fast and your blood was boiling hot in your veins but you couldn’t let him win by showing him how much his actions affected you. Gabrielle reached out and cupped your cheek gently before smirking mischievously. “He was trying to take something that belonged to me.” The heir said casually as if he was talking about the weather. His fingers were cold against your warm skin and you fought the urge to vomit right then and there. “I am not yours.” You spat out with poison and pushed his hand away from your face. Next thing you know his knee was separating your thighs, lifting your short black skirt up, his breath lingering on your neck. “S-stop.” You stuttered and tried to squirm out of his hold but the man easily caught your wrists and brought them above your head, pinning you further into the wall. He was stronger than he looked and you felt so small and helpless in that moment you could have cried if your stubbornness hadn’t prevailed.

“What don’t you like about me?” The blonde suddenly spoke out, his voice unnaturally broken and needy, bordering on a whine, crying out in desperation. You weren’t sure whether he was trying to manipulate you now or if he actually wanted you to answer so you decided to be honest anyways. “I hate the way you treat other people. I could never love someone as cruel as you.” You inhaled deeply, ready to voice all the painful thoughts you had kept inside since the beginning of the semester. “You are spoilt rotten. Metaphorically and literally.” The man was breathing sharply like a wounded animal after hearing your words and as much as you wanted to sympathize with him, you couldn’t bring yourself to after everything he had done to you and your friends. He was irredeemable. “Let me go.” You finally demanded, hoping to use him weakened emotional state to your advantage.

Instead Gabrielle clenched his teeth and squeezed down harder on your already bruised wrists causing you to whimper in dull pain. His eyes were wet but the tears had finally stopped just like his willingness to show you his vulnerable side. The man had tried being nice and sweet to you, patient, then mean and patronizing, and neither worked. So obviously it was time to become the terrifying bratty monster everyone was so keen on believed he was.

“Have you noticed how many people seem to go missing after talking to you just once?” The heir whispered in your ear as his free hand traveled down to your waist, drawing you into his hard chest. You groaned at the sudden realization that the snob was actually right, less and less guys seemed to show up to your shared lectures in the last few months, but you had always assumed they just needed a break from school. University was stressful after all. “Did you…” You started off but couldn’t find the right words. Did you force your father to expel them? Did you harm them? Maybe a part of you didn’t want to know the answer. “I did.” Gabrielle responded before you could even finish the sentence. The sly smirk you knew way too well adorned his lips and it wasn’t hard to see he had already won. “And I will keep doing it until you agree to be mine and mine alone.” The man stated confidently as he sucked the sensitive skin of your neck until you arched your back in shock, your eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “N-nhgg.” You whimpered as you felt his teeth dig into your warm flesh leaving a scarlet mark for all to see. “Come on, baby, we both know you are too good to let them suffer because of your own selfishness.” He taunted you as he left a line of small wet kisses along your exposed collarbone. You wanted to argue, to yell at him how you weren’t the crazy, selfish one, but deep down you knew it was pointless. Gabrielle had power and you had nothing to bargain with. He could have anyone yet he wanted to torment you. “Give into me. I promise I can make you happy if you let me.” The blonde uttered softly as his lips brushed against yours, almost touching them, following your reaction with his clear eyes. Your own were puffy and red from the tears but he didn’t seem to care much about your misery and discomfort. The man wished to own, not to please, but you couldn’t do anything. And of course you wouldn’t let him ruin the lives of the innocent. Of course your stupid heart was too good and human for your own good. So you closed your eyes and slowly connected your lips with him even though they tasted almost metallic, like blood and defeat.

“I knew you would come around, bunny.”

[lee-scribbles-and-doodles]

S3 ep5

Current emotional status: FEAR

Cthulu Max has been on the rampage for a whole week!?

Ew, the narrator

Oh man, are they sending the airforce after him?

I really like Cthulu Max's design

Momma Bosco 💗

Oh hey, Norrington and Papierwaite are alive.

Superball are you saying you tried to send the Maimtrons up Max's--

Also he's acting president while Max is... deposed of.

Superball is only giving Sam until 6am :(

Featherly!

"Wandering around the moleman tunnels is no fun without Max."

"You got it all wrong, we're trying to help Max." "We will help him... to a generous serving of ass whooping."

"That is one rabbit who will be multiplied... into 2,000 smoldering pieces."

Carol ran off with Blustet

"I only want her to be happy, is all." Aw, Curt

Superball just admitted to having separation anxiety from Max

Ok Momma can't come but Papierwaite and Norringron can.

I like Norrington :)

GASP

Is it?

It is!

SYBIL!!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN

Oh, she is very pregnant

She was a wizard at one point?

She's gonna help!

Superball there's no such thing as acceptable losses

Abe has his body back

"Four score and seven tons of raw power"

HE CAN FLY NOW!?

Sybil, I love you, but why did you mod someone else's car???

Grandpa Stinky I love you

Oh, he just handed us the recipe for once.

Asdfff the spore maxes swarming Grandpa

They stole Grandpa's hotdogs

"We must feed the host! Piglets and sphinkters make us stronger!" "We regret nothing!"

Grandpa hasn't slept in three years

Sam just casually taking the last of Grandpa's corndogs

The spores are trying to get it

Lol Sam slapped them

Sal's alive!

He's hiding from Sam :(

Lol we can control Cthulu Max with Corndogs

Ew, the cornstarch got mixed in with the giant puddle 🤢 Looks gross

Love how Sybil completely ignores the Flaming Max head

Also the look of disappointment on the spore's face made me laugh

Fifth trimester???

The way the one Max spore by Grandpa's truck is bobbing in circles with his mouth open is making me laugh.

Sam showing concern for Sybil because she’s preggers 🥺

Her being pregnant with Abe's child implies that statues have working genital in this universe

She put a weiner scented airfreshener in the desoto

At least Sam and a Max spore seem to like that (of course they do)

"Sybil you're the best!" Hell yeah she is!

Sam's mind went to the color bar codes to prevent being traumatized by Sybil's oversharing

We drowned the desoto

Asdfgh Sam just botched slapped one of the spores for trying to say "that's none of your damn buisness."

Ew, Max's spine is pointing out

Oh hey, Satan and Jurgen

Why is Jurgen wearing his old fashioned clothes instead of his emo clothes?

Lol Sam snuck into frame to shout "Go Mets! New York rules!"

"--besides it's just a good and noble thing to do." "You're not familiar with my previous work, are you?"

"Sam, what happened to you to make you so cynical?" Gee, Jurgen, I wonder what could have possibly happened.

Oh so the water tower counts as vegetable oil because Momma did something to it

Pfft we can replace Satan's microphone with a corndog

Omg they jumped off the building to avoid Max

Oh, they're fine, and the oil is in the giant puddle.

I'm thankful to Featherly for giving us an egg but I'd have preferred not to watch him lay it. Granted it was just in a cartoon way but he still made weird noises

Also TRANS FEATHERLY 2021

"I desperately wanted to see that, sir. Ask him if he'll lay another one."

Oh hey, the Flaming Max heads helped heat up the giant desoto corndog

Since I'm playing this in 2021 the Maimtron's song references are super dated, which defeats Superball's efforts

Oooh! A unique opening sequence???

Oh this music is jazzy af

Sam really doesn't like the Max spores

Sam how do you already know what Max's insides look like???

"Even when he's not a collasal monster Max's food comas can last for weeks."

Ok we wake Max up with the coffee beans, right?

Yup!

The gi Max spore is so sad he doesn't get to come 😢

"But I'm a horrible monster!"

"I suppose Max's brain always looks like a living room?" "Well, Max is host to all kinds of weird parasites, and he likes to he a good host!" WHAT

No really, this brings up so many questions about lagomorphs. Are they some kind of Symbiote or something?

And a previous episode confirmed Max is amphibious

Max has tumors!!!

It shocked Sam!

"Eugh! Get away fake Max!" "Do you find my warmth... alarming, Sam?"

"What do nightmares taste like, anyway?" "Pepsi"

Max wants to be author 💗

He also writes fanfiction about Flint 🤣

I'd unironically read his books.

Tina Belcher voice: Friend fiction

Max has an experimental fusion jazz band???

"He just killed a great white shark--"

Max being completely unable to describe a woman is very gay of him. Good for him.

Max's brain teleported everyone to different parts of the body.

Found Sybil in the gym/legs

The brain is broadcasting Sam's thoughts???

Sam couldn't think of a joke for the medicine balls :(

"Wow Max is looking pretty buff. Would it be too weird if I asked him to turn around?"

Sam! Stop thinking bad things about Sybil's pregnancy she can hear you you putz!

She's upset with him now

"Can you believe this guy?" "I find the entire situation to be very contrived and misogynistic." Same spore Max, same.

Sam stop being so mean omg!

"I changed Sybil, I totally get the whole parenthood thing now." "Really now?" "Tax deductions."

In Max's inventory now

Y'know, I never really thought about it as a storage house

Hit The Road reference :3

Baby roach hatched in

"Pa..papa?" "Now I am little champion, now I am!"

Max has a Maximus shrine

Sam turned into a roomba!

Aw, he named it Sam Jr 🥺

We won Sybil back through his love of Sam Jr

Found the conjoined twins

Huh, Max lost as eye. Does that mean he has a glass one, or do lagomorphs have regenerative abilities?

Pfft we have to play twister to control his arma

The brain is messing with things again

Oh, we need a roach to operate the game because of radiation

Well, let's kidnap Sal

Oh, poor Girl Stinky. She's really going through it

Aw, Sal feels bad

Sal?

Honey, are alright?

He's dying???

He's not immune to irradiation!?

Oh no, he's gone

I'm so sad 😞

Gotta pick up Sam Jr. Before I control Max

They mad Max do a magical girl pose

Ugh the narrator is back

Wait, what?

He's Max's brain??? SUPEREGO???

WHAT

"I was always ignored" Yo if my super ego was as pretentious as you I 'd ignore it too 😤

He wants to kill himself and Max???

I know Max had a self loathing complex but holy shit

The super ego is perfectly fine with destroying half the east coast what a jerk

Just noticed Sam's tie is red. Had no idea about this while drawing PI!Sam lol

We have to help Max get his memories back to use the ASTRO projector

Skunkapes has three Sam clones imprisoned

Sam had canon ocd?

Gasp Gordon???

No, it's Sammun Mak

I love him, little child tyrant

Just make him a mobile brain in a jar and let Sam and Max adopt him

Why is Grandpa here?

He isn't talking like Stinky

Too polite

Sam sees it too

He's a space gorilla

They switched brains?

Found the cloning g chamber

Let's go to Momma's first

CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME

Superball is "wracked with guilt"

"Keep it together Superball. Sam will be able to save the day. He always does."

Ok, let's go to the cloning facility

I'm still thinking about poor Sal yo

FLIIIIIINT!

He's punching space apes!

Girl Stinky really playing up the evil Mistress role

The doggleganger has a bomb on him!!!

Wait so Girl really is a mermaid??? I thought that was just her aestetic

God I love Flint

Haha we tricked Skunkape with scooby doo villain tactics

Got the robot

Her water broke... and it was pennies

Max wants to save Sybil! 😭🥺💕

Super Ego is here

Oh now he wants to save Max

The only thing here are those records

Super Ego waved goodbye

Cthulu Max is cute when he cries

Wait What?

His head is on fire!

The maimtron hit him!

He waved goodbye... and teleported away.

He exploaded!!!!

He promised he'd take Sam with him and he didn't!!!!

AAAAAAH

I thought the dead Max thing was popular angst fanon fic thingy!

We're cloning Max?

It didn't work 😭😭😭😭😭

Superball ran off crying

Oh God the credits are just Sam walking sadly what the hell

He's not even stopping to fight any crime 😢

💔💔💔

God the way he's clinging to himself

What?

The elevator???

MAAAAX

he's back???

Past Max???

He blew his Sam up???

Wait hold on I'm glad they're together again but this doesn't fix anything

There's so much trauma from this season

All the horrible things that happened during 301-304 happened in like 3 days tops, then Sam had to deal with Max being a monster for a week before watching him die!

And the new (?) Max had BLOW HIS SAM UP!!!

And they left the franchise like that for a decade????

What the hell?

I want to be happy but this shit is going to consume my brain for the next week at least what the hell

Aaaaaaah!

Like maybe they really do just brush it off but it feels unlikely

I know Max has a connection with his other selves so it'll be easier for him to adjust but certainly Sam is going to notice the discrepancies since he doesn't get the same deal

Someone told me there were multiple endings hold on

Aw, they walked off into the sunrise together

But still

AAAAAAAAH

[trashcankitty12]

Helia Headcanons

Helia Scofield, nephew of Saladin; Master Artist in the making.

Don’t let his soft demeanor and pacifistic leanings fool you; Helia’s up for the fight if he’s needed.

(All headcanons are mainly for my verses: Left and the New Company of Light. Fair warning.)

-Helia was born to Harley and Hannah Scofield.

-Hannah, Saladin’s twin (and the elder twin, thank you) is an illusion-based witch who works with her Great Uncle’s army. She’s a commander of the Pegasus Unit of the Callistan Army, and unlike her brother, tries to keep herself out of trouble.

-Harley’s more of a gentle soul who enjoys art and runs an art gallery in Callisto.

-As you can imagine, his parents, though loving to him and though they did love each other at one point, have had many disagreements about their lifestyles and what would be best for the family.

-Harley was more pacifistic while Hannah preferred to ‘face things head on’. (Both have great strategic minds though, and… Tended to use them against each other.)

-At a young age, Helia showed potential for magic. Hannah and Saladin tried to help hone his potential skills as a wizard, but the best he could do was simple spells to make himself faster and stronger than normal and to send magic notes. (And a few other minimalistic spells. He couldn’t do anything fancy like his mom and uncle though…)

-It didn’t really bum him out too much though. In fact, it was partially a relief that he wouldn’t have to worry about hurting someone with his magic if his feelings or concentration went out of control. And he had an easy way of keeping his utensils nearby while he was working.

-Helia was in a junior sword fighting league as a kid, something his Uncle Saladin and his mother were very proud of. (Though his father thought it reckless and dangerous and ugly… Even if there was a sort of elegance to sword fighting when done right.)

-He also participated in art clubs at his school and did his to earn high marks in elementary and middle school. (He tended to be a daydreamer and often spaced out in class, especially if the subject was boring to him. Which became another argument for his parents.)

-When he was about 12/13, his parents decided to divorce. Hannah relocated and deployed to serve in Magix at the Callistan Embassy (and to be closer to her brother). His father remained in Callisto.

-He was actually happy that they finally divorced, thrilled to never have to hear one of their ‘we’re not really arguing, just having a heated discussion’ sort of fights. Having to decide where to live and what his plans for the future, however, made him sick.

-His social anxiety was through the roof anyway, and on top of all of this… His art took a bit of a dark turn and so did his poetry.

-How dare his parents fight each other and then demand he choose? How dare they implode on him like this?

-(Faragonda and Griffin were honestly the best people during this time. And so were his childhood friends. They helped him keep his cool and realize what he wanted and how to go about talking to his parents about this stuff.)

-Helia left the sword fighting league, he never really enjoyed it anyway except for the moments he was benched and could sketch the matches. And he decided to stay with his father and enroll at the Callistan Art Academy. His mother was so proud that he wanted to follow his dreams, and agreed to weekends and holidays.

-(Honestly his parents were just happy that he was talking to them again instead of pushing them away. They were so worried, they even went to therapy so they could try and do better for Helia.)

-Helia stayed in touch with some of his sword fighting league friends and kept up with his childhood friends when he went to the Art Academy.

-He loved showing off his new works and talking his friends into being models for some of his works. (One of his favorite portraits is of his best guy friend posing with his new weapon after being accepted into Red Fountain.)

-His parents did move on from each other. On his dad’s side, he has a stepdad and a lovely younger stepsister who adores him. (And he has a half-brother on the way!!)

-His mom remarried a fellow soldier, Monroe. And Monroe has two children of their own; Seneca and Marie. (Older stepsisters… They’re loud and boisterous, but they mean well and Helia enjoys watching them pose and give him fashion shows to help out his own work.)

-Though he was only at the Academy for a short time, Helia discovered many things about himself. (And made friends with the Princess of Linphea who had gotten in despite her age. The fairy is truly gifted in making topiary art.)

-He loves his charcoal brushes and using colored pencils when doing sketches. Something about the way it moves on the paper just makes him so happy.

-And he does love to paint, though he’s not much for water colors. (And never ask him to do a digital piece. The last time he tried working with a tablet, he nearly got electrocuted. Granted, it was probably a one-time thing, but he took it as a sign.)

-Poetry is second love, aside from sketching and painting. He loves being able to verbalize his feelings and put the words down that he can feel inside. Its one of the few ways he feels he can truly connect to people, since it’s easier to write down the words instead of saying them. (Though he has done poetry readings from time to time.)

-Between portraits and landscapes, Helia prefers landscapes. And he’d really gotten into architecture drawings before he left the Academy.

-Because his parents were often busy when he was a kid, he found he had useful skills to ‘adult’ while at the Academy and on his own for the first time. (He can cook fairly well, at least, you know what you’re supposed to be eating and it tastes pretty good. But he’s no Chef Langdon.)

-He was great at keeping his room spotless and clean. His workspaces however? Not so much.

-Over half his wardrobe is stained with either paint or charcoal or clay.

-(Yes, he can do pottery. Just not very well. In fact, it usually looks pretty shit, but hey, he tried.)

-After seeing the news about what happened in Magix and how his uncle’s school was destroyed and the people he cared about nearly died, Helia decided to transfer. (Which took a lot of convincing with his dad and the Dean of the Academy and Saladin.)

-But once he was in, he was in. And when given the choice about his weapon, he went with one his mother loves to use, the laser-string gloves. Great for restraint and for quick weapon-recovery in battle without potentially causing further harm.

-Add in his ability to make himself stronger, and he can wield that glove with the confidence of a sword fighter.

-He quickly clicked with Timmy once he joined their squadron, despite the two having different views of technology.

-Helia was Riven’s roommate though, and while their personalities didn’t compete with each other, they didn’t completely get along either. (Riven reminded Helia of Hannah with his ‘let’s just face it’ ways and Riven felt Helia wasn’t much of a hero if all he did was restrain instead of fight.)

-Of course, as time went on, Helia and Riven do have respect for each other, and have many inside jokes that came from their time living together.

-Helia quickly found he was one of the ‘advisors’ of the group, with everyone coming to him for advice. He was flattered, sure, but dudes… Just because he managed to get what he got, doesn’t mean he knows how he did it.

-Aside from training with his gloves, he’s good using a whip and decent with a sword. Bows and arrows/anything needing aim isn’t his strong suit. He’s also not the best at giving reports on how things went on their missions, which is why that task gets delegated to Sky or Riven.

-He trained as a medic too, deciding that while he wouldn’t be the best in a fight, he can help with the aftermath. And his squad kind of needed a medic aside from Timmy and Brandon…

-Helia may not enjoy fighting, but he’s not above doing what��s necessary when the people he cares about are in danger. There have been plenty of times, not just when saving the Magical Dimension, that Helia has risked his life and limbs to protect his friends.

-One such incident was a survival trip to the Marshlands of Amanal. Brandon never would have made it home in one piece if Helia hadn’t thrown himself at the hippogriff. (And he somehow managed to befriend it afterward. No, he has no memory of how he did it.)

-Helia tends to be a stress-sketcher. Worried about a test? Doodles on his notes from class. Worried about an upcoming mission? Sketchbook in hand. Relationship issues? Sketchbook.

-Oh! He’s a great pilot too! Helia has a great sense of direction and has grown up around the ships, so he knows how to work them. (Now, if you want to know what makes them tick or how to put them together if they fall apart, ask someone else. Preferably Timmy or Riven.)

-Helia has a whole stash of teas. A collection, if you will. (Something that he blames Faragonda for, but hey, it’s not the worst habit ever.)

-After all the traveling he’s done thanks to Red Fountain, Helia sort of understands better why his mom and uncle loved their military days so much. Seeing new places, learning new things, enjoying new foods… It’s quite an existence. (If you can look passed all the fighting and wars and invasions…)

-Yes, Helia does yoga. He also enjoys dance. (And with friends like Layla, Musa, and Nabu, he never has to do it alone.)

-Some of his favorite people to sketch: Flora, for her grace and beauty and the way she seems to just breathe life into natural settings; Sky, for his posture and presence and ability to always appear in charge; Layla, for her strength and grace and how every body of water seems to be at her command; and finally, Timmy and Tecna, As a couple, those two just radiate this feeling of joy and it just… How can you not want to sketch it?!

-(Kiko is also a favorite sketch subject. The little rabbit just has so much personality!)

-This may come as a shock to people, but Helia enjoys horror movies. Preferably the psychological/thriller-based horror movies. It’s the way they capture human emotion and it’s just so poignant and interesting. He wants to learn how to convey such feelings in his work.

-Between his parents, you’d think Helia was closer to his father… In actuality, he’s closer to his mother.

-His mom enjoyed doing things and showing him things and just getting him to be more active and curious as a child.

-His father was more of a watcher. An observer-type. Always looking for something awe-inspiring for his next piece. (Something Helia and Harley bond over now. And laugh at, from time to time.)

-Helia enjoys swapping sketching ideas with Bloom and Stella, looking to see what they’re up to and how they can try and work off of each other.

-(And he has done some physical character sheets and layout ideas for Tecna’s video game idea to help her see her vision more clearly.)

-Helia doesn’t play a lot of video games. They’re just not his thing… But he does have a soft spot for the Sims series after Bloom introduced him to it, and he enjoys this maze creation game that a Solarian gaming company came up with for phones (level 200!!!).

-He swears more than people think he does. It’s almost comical how shocked people are when they meet this ‘sweet and soulful guy’ and then he drops a few ‘f’ bombs while working on his projects. (Not just ‘f’ bombs either… Dude gets creative with his curses. Even Riven’s impressed.)

-Helia didn’t go to Earth with the others, instead taking up a job offer on Callisto to help with remodeling his great uncle’s barracks. (And now, the castle itself… He’s so honored it’s his designs in the works.)

-However, he does visit from time to time. It makes him a little sad though, seeing Earth the way it is. All the pollution creating cars, the strange fashion, the way people seem to disregard each other. It’s so sad.

-When the ‘saving the Magical Dimension’ stuff stops, Helia’s hoping to join with his father’s art gallery and to build on his portfolio of projects. (He knows he already has a few jobs waiting for him, like Stella’s coronation portrait for when she becomes queen.)

-He just hopes his works inspire and touch people the way they do as he works on them.

[sugar-petals]

Hey Caro ☺️ I just took your super m quiz - thanks for making such a fun quiz, I feel like it helped me get into super m! I know nothing about them yet but I thought it fit soo well that I got Kai bc I’m a full time dancer - now you have me super curious about him 👀👀

KAI :: INTRODUCTION MASTERPOST (dance focus)

so you wanna know about the god of k-pop choreo? oh yeah, i’ll talk to you about fucking kai! if you dance, this guy is the #1 must-know. once you see him move, there’s no going back. i don’t exaggerate: kai is the gold standard. brace yourselves, i’ll show you why.

kim kai aka kim jongin (27) is a solo artist and super m’s plus exo’s main dancer — est 2019 and 2012 respectively — heading either group with a passionate, hyper-physical style that roots in his early practice of of jazz dance and ballet. the influence definitely shows. 

learning choreography, he’s become the gorgeous fusion of emotional grace and explosive power that unites both tension and extreme accuracy. while at the same time: never sacrificing his interpretation. and HOW MUCH HE BLEEDS FOR HIS CRAFT. he enjoys it so much. 

and he’s communicating it 100%, jongin’s dance is so interactive and raw, luring. i swear to god, put the seatbelts on for this one. it’s never just him, it’s you as well. you’ve never seen this before. he’s like “yes, i meant you, i’m looking at you”:

he’s even gonna modify the choreography to point right at you to underline that very thought. he’s so good, he can learn it, ace it, epitomize it, and do his own thing anyway. even the person in the last row will get whatever point kai wants to make. this is dance that belongs on the biggest stages.

even when he films without a crowd, it’s like you’re literally standing opposite to him. he focuses on two people: his moves, and the viewer. he has it look like you made him smile and self-aware, or you made him determined. INCREDIBLE. he shows his charisma, BUT he also shows your own (!) impact on him. it’s a duet. he wants you to join him on the dancefloor. this is from exo’s call me baby mv where kai does his famous come-hither:

he flirts and he encourages. he values the audience and wants them to be confident as well. i think it’s the reason why he’s so outstanding and addictive, kai thinks beyond himself. it’s a tango he involves you in with his eyes and how he opens his body, interprets a lyric.

it’s not about imposing himself going one way. instead: he plays the back and forth ALL. THE. TIME. in any context. whether it be frivolous, or fun, or gloomy, or sweet. even with a simple little smiley wink it’s happening. and he acts like you had a reaction to it. there’s literally just a camera.

this guy’s physique, strength, elegance, feeling for the beat, character portrayal (!), and control is unbelievable. he’s destroyed it in every fancam out there. he can’t switch it off even if he tried. your eyes would go toward him in the largest group formation still. put him in the center, that’s his spot, he showcases it.

because he doesn’t just show learned moves, he makes it radiate something dynamic and animalistic (he embodies superm’s ‘tiger inside’ all the way). 

jongin’s dance says: i love this, you love this, let’s do this, the feeling is right. he makes bodies and unrestrained touch the opposite of wrong, he pronounces it a source of having fun and being instinctual. and he never breaks the tie with you throughout, and uses his shoulders and lips to put the oomph into it. 

he uses innuendo and a ‘we both know’ sentiment perfectly as an invitation rather than just going through his routine. that’s how he can make each move fascinating. you can tell kai knows exactly how to make everyone scream their lungs out. i bet somebody held their breath just reading this post already.

exo’s most famous choreo is ‘monster’ (kai focus linked) with good reason: jongin can turn himself into nothing short of a roaring beast. it’s one sharp, complex move after the other. kai can bend any gravitational law he wants to show any feeling and pose he wants. a glimpse:

now, how to spot him in general if you’re new to him? here are some pointers. kai’s execution is clean, fast, and powerful. those are two decades (!) of experience showing. kai is an all or nothing dancer, he plays no games. he treats every group and solo stage like his best and last. his work ethic is beyond words. yeah, he’s a capricorn. his style is direct as can be, working every axis.

as you can see, jongin is hard to overlook anyway: he’s a 182cm giant made of steel. he strives to acutely visualize impact in his style and it is always successful. in fact, it’s his signature. it’s like he creates invisible objects and pushes through them. boom, he just burst another bubble.

when the song gets to his part, i guarantee you won’t miss him and all the boldness and expression he brings to enrich the performance. hell... he carries it. jongin can handle the center, i’m telling you. (look how fast he rotates here)

talking features — this is what to look for when he dances in a group setting: you can recognize kai’s face by how wide, bluntly structured and sensual it is. jongin is a sight. he has such an aura, serious, sultry, and smiling alike.

with a very recognizable silhouette (like... holy hell!):

he’s very cute as well ♡ the fandom and kai himself have an adorable analogy going on. jongin calls himself a teddy/nini bear and we joined in on it. (i made a thread about it here, it talks more about his offstage life) — hence kai’s fans are called eri-gom, eris as in exo’s fanbase and gom meaning bear. 

and i mean. look at him. what an attractive guy. he’s that handsome. strong brows, teddy eyes, square jaw, swept hair, glorious lips, tan skin. 

now yes, something important concerning his appearance and a serious topic: i don’t want to list you the endless instances of colorism that kai has to endure but it has to be mentioned. jongin has been called every name in the book and people agonize him over his skin incessantly. it goes on and on and on. every day a new terrible comment about him emerges because some pitiful person thought it was funny and would elevate them. 

he’s had to deflect, ignore, reframe, defend, remotivate, assert, harden, prove, denounce, and push himself, protect his confidence, decline skin bleaching constantly, laugh along, dance and practice thrice as hard to get the respect, and still see his dignity torn to pieces all day. i’ll just give it to you straight, that’s all fucked up. kai’s skin is perfect, he’s amazing and wonderful. 

in his own words:

— exactly right. say it even louder.

having him at the bottom of every joke is weird and messed up. this man is an utter beauty and nothing has to be fixed. it is up to him to define himself rather than get called ugly for his skin’s appearance by default, and get whitewashed at every opportunity. it’s been going on for 27 years, he scrunitizes himself all the time and doesn’t look at himself fondly because he hears these beatdowns daily.

it’s heartbreaking that this happens literally with no end in sight (’kai is just a stripper!’... ‘he has bad vibes’... ‘darkest guy jongin!’). for his skin, and how he decides to show it, too. jesus christ his skin looks fantastic, end of debate. they just can’t handle him, kai couldn’t be any more immaculate.

♡

jongin has vigorously protected fans from discrimination, bullies, and shaming himself whenever it came up. in a very straightforward and deadpan manner because he knows exactly how it damages you. (”J” in the subtitles = jongin, he’s wearing the plain white top at the very back)

we need to protect and praise him that way right back. it’s important.

so, needless to say. all in for jongin getting the center stage he deserves. because he has the wow factor in every regard. kai usually opens an MV because there’s no better way to get people’s attention with that level of presence. with kai, you can’t go wrong. if you get the center in a an all star group like superm, you are the king.

being part of that presence, kai’s stage alter ego has reached levels of infamity you can’t even imagine. it’s great to see him being sovereign without apology.

and it doesn’t stop there. he shows time and again that acting, props, and commanding the audience has to be mastered to be an exceptional dancer. kai owns his sex appeal. sometimes, he even dances a portion of choreo with his eyes closed because he’s feeling it so much.

he is a pro in using his surroundings as well, superm’s stages are a glorious opportunity for kai to show how he comfortably ‘lives in’ the 3D space around him.

which makes the viewer do the same: watching kai makes you feel amazing, energized, but also serene and enjoying the moment. 

there’s always balance. it’s the magic of it. e.g. he comes along with so much impetus and decisiveness but eventually, he halts to offer himself. here i am — take me. i’m yours. closed arms, open arms. walking, kneeling. looking down, looking up.

kai goes every extra mile there ever was and makes each eye contact count. involving the audience, one grin at a time. it works. it’s about establishing contact. he connects to the onlooker with so much nuance. 

kai’s smirk is notorious and you can see why it’s so raw and real: he makes it linger. it’s such a duality since his dancing says i’ll come over, while his message is come and get me, i know what’s on your mind.

with a hilarious twist – kai expertly uses humor. you don’t get that in many dancer repertoires. i love it. all those quick expression changes. his smile! 😊 what a man.

so — what makes him so good and known: yes, his style doesn’t deny that dancing and eroticism are one in his business. that takes courage. kai has it. iconic performances have been his reward. point dance/killing part: exo’s love shot choreo. 

that suit has swept the nation. what’s more: kai shows you it’s more than just good hip movement that a good dancer needs. he does everything at once, he puts the pleasure on his face, all his limbs are following the template he chooses.

the thing is. kai couldn’t be any shyer, but when the music starts he becomes a oscar-winning madman. he emotes constantly (!) and stays in character. this is gold.

jongin always plays it up. he knows how to use that face and does a lot of power posing. this is how visceral looks like. he’s interpreted exo’s aggressive concepts to a T.

and he has so. much. fun. it propels him. on every beat.

past every hurt, heartbreak and injury, man. if you know about his genre you knew this was coming, kai does all of that with 4 herniated discs. since debut days, never recovered. every gif in this thread, he dances with a battered spine. wheelchairs, stage collapses, relapse-recovery-schedule tales, the dilemma of injuries being inevitable, limping, kai falling into depression during breaks, constant pain killers, countless tears on stage, we’ve seen it all, the extreme end of it. 

kai works out like hell to literally keep his body from falling apart. but it doesn’t help the nerves in his back that are impacted. doing choreo you can sometimes literally see the pain kicking in and he pulls himself through with force for the last minute. once you know how strained his back is, you can see it.

at the end his expression goes fuck now it’s coming when the adrenaline fades. he takes every second-pause he gets to rest but still finishes each move. even when he holds back, he keeps it together and executes each turn. sometimes, he has to restrict himself and soften his movements to protect his health (especially in hard choreographies such as lucky one which is universally disliked by exo — still jongin makes the very best of it smiling bright and dancing so hard his sleeves come off).

he frequently states he ‘dances in any case unless his legs are affected by something’. all torso injuries are fair game, this guy is hardcore. and people claim he’s just pretending. chen (a fellow exo member) says not a single part of jongin’s body is intact. he has paid every price to get this far to follow his love. he’ll step on stage with crutches. he works SO HARD.

that being said: exo being called the official nation’s group, i say kai is the nation’s dancer. period. he has had his great moment at the korean olympics flawlessly dancing in a hanbok with traditional instruments and fulfilling his dream. 

i love the tension and drama he can bring. he can also thrill with slow, vulnerable movements alike.

kai’s is called a legend, he’s all that and even more. the facial expressions alone are feared by any kai stan because they hit home. 

this guy is a sex icon and goes off like a gun, messing around was never kai’s incentive. 

while at the same time being incredibly nuanced and so, so descriptive with his movements.

point dance: baby don’t cry. yep, kai has danced in water. must-watch.

this man loves what he is doing. he said he wouldn’t regret to die on stage because dancing is his destiny. boy, it shows. this guy has found his purpose. he can tell any story he wants. he’s a complete artist.

he’s perfectly portraying his incentive and he couldn’t look any more like a god on earth.

long story short, kai is dance and motivation goals. if you dance professionally, you can easily look toward him for the right words.

if you want to further your study and knowledge: he released a self-titled solo album recently. highly recommended. he worked forever on it, and he’s really dishing it on there. you get to hear his soft voice plus sizzling footwork. and he isn’t even getting started yet. you’ll hear from kai, i promise. he constantly achieves new levels of artistic perfection.

a last remark. jongin is amazing for a myriad of reasons that go beyond what i show you here given the post focuses on his work on stage. but the point stands, while other people have tried to break him, he broke through every barricade instead and stood up for himself. we can be extremely happy to have him and witnessing his unreal dance is an exceptional pleasure. here’s to jongin continuing his passion and confidence, healing, and getting the sweeping respect and acknowledgement that is his.

[hoyitspaolo]

An Aquarius sat infront of me at a diner. We ordered our food. She looked down at her hands. "I..I know that I was always so cold, everything I say always comes with action, and I always wanted a reaction. I can be harsh, I know that." The waitress appeared with her food first, she thanked her, and smiled. "I'm slowly accepting that. And sometimes, you just have to say fuck it. Who gives a fuck!"

An Aries asked me to pull some stuff out of her car. She placed all of her exes belongings into an abanonded barrel. threw some kerosene and stepped back. I looked at the barrel and she lit a match and threw it into the barrel and watched as the whole thing catch in flames. She slowly rests her head on my shoulder, "I'm not going to be a fool anymore. I'm better than that, y'know?" I kissed the top of her head and we stood there in silence as the heat radiates around us.

A Cancer recieved one of the greatest news of her life. She just recieved an internship from a prestigeous graphic design company. She hurriedly called me and expressed her full emotion at how happy she was. A couple months she was in a rot, always being so hard on herself and worrying about that she wasn't going to amount to anything. She prayed. She meditated. Manifested. It paid off. Now, she wants me to get ready because she wants to go drink and eat out.

A Capricorn placed her two weeks notice on our manager's desk. She looked at me, and smirk. She stretched and came in for a hug. I held onto her tightly. She slowly pulled away and smiled. "I've thought about it. Long and hard, and I wasn't really feeling happy about everything anymore.." I told her that she settled. She nodded and looked back at her resignation letter. Then she said, "I thought this was my end-game, but I see now that I'm more than that. Who they think I am. Who I am... so I'm going on this adventure." She smiled at me and walked out through the back door.

A Gemini placed her hands in mine as we're sitting on her couch, drinking her favorite tea. We sat there talking about the things that we went through. She stared down at her tea and said, "I'm tired," she trailed off for a moment. "It feels like I've always been running myself in circles, trying to find a piece of me-- with every love, every pain and heartbreak.." she squeezed my hand in hers and she smiled at me. "Not anymore..I found myself and I know where I am and who I am.." She kissed my forehead and got up, told me to clean up and went to her room.

A Leo grabbed one of her cameras from the back of her car, and tossed it to me. She ran towards the cliff overlooking the city. She posed for me. I took some pictures of her and she hurriedly ran back. She scrolled through the pictures and laughed at how awful my angles were. "I used to be so hard on myself when I'm not doing my best... buuuut..", she trails of. She smiled at me and showed me a picture of her doing the peace sign, "I've realized now that I don't have to really fake it to make it. I'm happiest when I am filled with love.."

A Libra held me tightly, letting out a sigh of relief. She had too much to drink tonight. I can smell the alcohol coming off of her. She saw her ex. She let it out. She cried. She got angry. She drank. I watched it all unfold. But what made it better was that she dusted herself off and told herself that she wasn't going to let that bother her anymore.

A Pisces watched as the crowd infront of her ran as the rain started to get a little heavy. She laughed as the droplets of water hit her face, drenched. She turned to me and ushered me to come with her. I hesitated. I slowly take my steps and stood beside her. She laughed. She held onto my arms. "I forgot what it was like to feel this much excitement...". It was true. She forgot to live. She forgot what it was like to look at the world and its beauty. She looked up and stretched her arms wide open. I-- I have never seen anyone so free, like the chains have been broken.

A Sagittarius walked out of her room and presented herself to me. She was wearing here favorite Hogwarts house shirt. I smiled and nodded in approval. Over the past couple of months, she went through a terrible heartache. She wasn't herself, but she made me a promise that was going to bounce back up again. And she's a nerd, and she loved Harry Potter more than anything, so seeing her wear those gold and red colors on her, means she's back on her feet.

A Scorpio and I parked out at a burger joint's parking lot. We ate our burgers while listening to some 90's love songs. I looked around her car and noticed that there were tissues all over her dashboard. She's been crying for the past couple of days ever since she found out about her boyfriend. She placed a hand on my shoulder and shook her head. "No, I'm not going to be that person anymore. I promise.. I've watered myself down too many times. I forgot that I have a stinger too." She laughed. She knew about her astrology, she was a Scorpio. As she should.

A Taurus walked through the halls of the museum, and she was so awestruck by the paintings that were pinned against the walls. Famous paintings from all over the world. People from different parts of the world come and go to marvel at these paintings. She made her way to the middle part of the room.. she turned to me and smiled. "Hear me. See me. I'm no longer going to dim my light..."

A Virgo neatly placed a blanket down on the grass, she called me up to do some star-gazing with her. We laid there and watched as the night sky was slowly engulfed by the billions of stars coming into view. We laid there in silence. "You know," she broke the silence. "I've always thought I could do things all on my own, and the funniest thing is that I always please people. How ironic..." A shooting star passed by and she closed her eyes. "Now, I'm slowly letting things go, and trying my best to go with what my heart tells me to, rather than overthinking it.." I smiled and congratulated her, and told her how proud I was of her.

- Words of Affirmations and Laws of Attractions.

[sleepy82louih]

This post is basically a gift to @ladychlo​ because her recent work reminded me of how much I love Harry in red, so here goes;

Harry Styles in Red

(as he always deserves to be)

Spoiler alert! I’m passionate about this

First of all, lets remember this. Purely draped in red. Beautiful, beautiful. That cheeky, almost-there smile on his face, yes. Red, indeed.

Then we have him posing like a bit of a diva but it’s fine.

Then we have this iconic suit right here. Too much white in it, freezes the red a bit, but you catch my drift I swear my grandmother has a tablecloth looking exactly like this, who gave this man the fooking right to look dashing in a TABLECLOTH wtf

Then I lose all my cool because HELLO BABY, HELLO MY FAVORITE SUIT HARRY HAS EVER WORN, YOU BEAUTY.

Look at him, just- LOOK AT HIM. The white with the black and red combo? ICONIC. Look at how the suit hugs his body perfectly. GOD. No man on Earth has the right to look this beautiful in red. Look at that hair, tidied enough to go with the classic bowtie, but wile enough to run this race with the black and red.

LOOK AT HIM COME ALIVE UNDER THE RED LIGHTS. LOOK AT HIM RADIATING PASSION. JUST LOOK. 

Again, embraced by red, bathing in red lights.

LET ME TELL YOU WHY THIS MAKES ME CRY Red looks so bloody good on his skin tone. Like, oh God, look how it brings his skin color out. I’m sorry, but this man should wear screaming colors. Blue? Make it as bright as the summer sky, as deep as the sea as beautiful as Louis Tomlinson’s eyes. Black? Make it as dark as the darkest night sky. Red? Make it crimson. Scarlet. Let it bleed on his skin and burn him with heated passion. Let it swallow him, devour him and show him off. 

I NEED THIS MAN LYING IN A BED OF FULLY BLOOMED RED ROSES. LAY HIM DOWN IN A BED OF ROSES AND PHOTOGRAPH HIM FOR DAYS. AUTUMN SUNSET. LET THE ORANGE LIGHT OF THE SUN WASH OVER HIM AND CAPTURE THAT EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD. SUMMER SUN. LET IT GLISTEN HIS SKIN, LIKE MORNING DEW ON PETALS. LET IT MAKE HIS SKIN BLOOM IN A BLUSH, LET IT MAKE BLOOD RUN IN THOSE POISON RED LIPS, LET HIM FLOURISH BENEATH IT this is getting out of hand BATHE HIM IN IT, LET HIM BLINK THOSE GREEN, GREEN EYES UNDER THE EVENING LIGHT, DEEP AS THE LEAVES OF A ROSE, AND JUST- *has a meltdown*

I’m sorry who is responsible for these two suits? Because I feel like we’d get along real well. The red-black combo is right here and Harry Styles, once again, looks like passion personified. How do you become this man’s stylist and resist the urge to dress him up in twenty eight shades of scarlet all the time? 

This night. THIS FOOKING NIGHT. RED-BLACK COMBO ONCE AGAIN. Black flowers on rich red background. He looks like poetry, like burning pieces of a broken heart singing of love in the dead of the night yes I’m getting overly emotional and you can do nothing to stop me

I will not have us forgetting LHH in red are you joking?

I’m ABSOLUTELY including this random picture of him because THAT DEEP RED AND VELVETY TEXTURE. Dress this man in velvet and silk. DO IT. Also hiya, red-black combo.

Excuse you WHAT WAS THIS SUIT? I’m sorry, did they just send him on stage with a black suit and glittering red and expected me to be fine? Not to mention, the green? Honestly? That beautiful, soft black gives the glittering red the PERFECT opportunity to shine ARE YOU MAD? Wha- THIS SUIT IS A CRIME.

Last but certainly not the least, THIS FUCKING MASTERPIECE. ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHY YOU’LL BE HEARING FROM MY THERAPIST. First of all, we have the glittery metallic effect. The lustrous red. If that is not enough to end me, we also have the black shirt as perfect background to make the suit shine. And lastly, we have this mf owning the utmost perfect skin tone for color red. 

I’ll take my leave after splashing your dash with Harry Styles in Red, thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

[silence-burns]

Please Hate Me //part 42

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on: “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine​ Who would have thought that babysitting a god could be so much fun?

Genre: slow-burn, enemies to lovers, banter

"Dude, you live like this?" 

Loki moved past where you stood frozen to the spot. 

"Technically, not anymore.” He shrugged and walked into the sleeping chambers to the left. 

The rooms Loki used to live in were bathed in the rays of the setting sun, coming through large windows and the balcony overlooking the golden city. Everything was grand and coated in riches, whether it be the plush cushions laid on the floor, or the masterfully woven rugs, so soft they felt like walking on clouds.

Stumbling further inside, you walked past a large sofa. You brushed the fabric with your hand, reveling in the silkiness. There were a few carved chairs and a small coffee table on the balcony. You wanted to sit out there and watch the view. Loki's rooms were located high up over the city, and allowed you to marvel over everything laid down below. You'd spend hours there, unable to tear your eyes away if only it was you who'd been born to all this wealth and grandeur. 

Standing there, careful not to be noticed from far below, you wondered how different your life would have been then. How different would it have been to have all those rooms in a completely separate section of the palace all for yourself, and getting tired just from walking from one end to another. To have shelves so packed with books that they almost sagged, and so many places obviously created for reading them in mind. To have staff clean the impossibly high windows and the plush carpet, so delicate it felt like murder to dirty it up. Or to have a dressing room overflowing with jewels and clothing so fine it made you realise how many official meetings must've required their use. 

Closing your eyes, you smelled the soft fragrance hanging in the air. 

It would be a life of wearing too-stiff, formally pressed jackets and boots always shining as if new. A life in rooms too big and too empty, no matter how many things you packed them with. A life that would make you discover all the secret passages through the palace and outside of it. A life that would make you learn tricks and magic just to entertain yourself even in solitude. One that would make you enjoy visiting other worlds, and learning their history just for the fake sense of belonging somewhere. 

You walked over to where Loki disappeared some time ago. 

The bedroom was large and dressed in easy, pastel colors with a few darker patches of green. The enchanted bag you brought with you was laying next to the perfectly made bed. Only two familiar legs were sticking from where Loki dived underneath it. 

You jumped onto the mattress and felt it bounce with wonderful softness. Rolling over the covers, you delighted in their flowery scent. 

"I'm no longer mad about why no room in the Tower suited you," you said. 

"I'm delighted to hear that." 

Cuddling a pillow, you wormed your way to the other end of the bed, curious about Loki's whereabouts. For all the noises and curses coming from underneath the bed, it seemed as if he were struggling.

"You okay there?" 

"Reaching into my spatial storage used to be easier when I was the size of an underfed pigeon. Can you get me out?" 

Standing behind him, you caught Loki by the feet and dragged him out. The box he was clutching to his chest didn't look remarkable, but neither did his bottomless bag, so you refrained from judging it just yet. 

You plopped onto the floor next to him, watching the magic open the locks. "It’s still there after all this time?" 

"I hid it in a pocket dimension," Loki said proudly. "A similar one to what my bag uses. Now, behold…" 

The box unclasped the last of the clips. There was a golden sheer to the surface of the box, shining through the curved, strange symbols along its edges. 

Loki raised the lid, and took out… a stone. 

"I'm not gonna lie, I expected something more dramatic," you said, weighing the stone in your hand. You could easily hide it in your palm. It had a nice texture, something between polished and rough, and was not as cold as a stone ought to be on its own. 

"Not everything about me has to be dramatic." 

You looked around, to the grand chandeliers hanging overhead. And to the minute details carved upon the furniture. And to the tiles laid in intricate, deliberate patterns that must've taken weeks to plan and execute. 

"...yeah, right."

You gladly gave it back to him. There was something about the stone that just made you uneasy. 

The box it was hidden in landed in the bag, just in case it was needed. Watching it disappear in the void gave you an idea that made a wicked smile blossom on your face. 

"Hey, Loki…" 

Holding his gaze, you slipped your jacket off your shoulders. 

Loki froze. 

"How much time do you think we have before anyone finds us here…?" 

He watched your jacket drop to the floor. 

"...a while, I'd wager," the words came out breathlessly. 

Blood was thrumming in his veins as you crossed the short distance between you. 

A shiver he couldn't quite control run down Loki's back as you leaned in. 

"Make me a pocket dimension - in my pocket, actually." 

Loki blinked. There were quite a lot of thoughts rushing through his head that made it difficult to focus on the jacket you held out to him with a hopeful expression. 

You saw his confusion. "It honestly never occurred to me how useful it would be, but being here, in this place, seems like a perfect opportunity. You said your magic gets weird on the Edge, but here it's free of its influence."

"That's true," Loki admitted carefully, taking the piece of clothing, still warm with life. "May I inquire what you plan on keeping in here?" 

"A sword." 

"What." 

"I want a sword. We've been sneaking around all these guards here, and they always have those really cool swords, and until today I wasn't even aware that I wanted a sword but I do. Really do. Please." 

Loki chuckled. He'd agree even if you weren't making such huge, pleading eyes to him, but it was not something he'd ever admit. 

"How do you feel about paying a little visit to the royal treasure of Asgard, then? I've heard a rumor about a few ancient swords laying there, gathering dust." 

The sheer joy that sparkled in your eyes might've been enough to stop his heart completely, were it not for the bone-crushing hug you closed him in. 

This was something he could definitely get used to, Loki thought, having his cheek kissed. Something definitely worth coming all the way back here, to this place of times long gone, despite the risk. Loki had no doubt that his life would become much more complicated were he to be discovered on palace grounds despite his exile. He could save you, probably, if he convinced everyone he had you under a spell, and had enough time to think of a good reason for that. A few guards wouldn't pose a problem, though - he only worried if they managed to set off the alarm before he knocked them out and-

A pointed cough interrupted his plans just as Loki was finishing the spell off. 

Loki looked at you. You looked at him. 

There was someone standing at the entrance to the room, poised in the final rays of sun breaking through the thin curtains. Someone with a love for dramatics. 

"I see you brought a friend, dear." 

The shiver ran down Loki's back, but for vastly different reasons this time. There were plans against the guards he could use to outsmart them. There were secret passages he might use to sneak through the palace grounds. There were excuses, lies, and half-truths that served him well enough in various instances. 

But none to be used in this one. 

"Hello, mother." 

Loki was not entirely certain why his voice came out so quiet. He was not in a very favorable position, still kneeling on the floor with you and weaving a spell over your pocket. There was little denying to be done about the fact he was supposed to be worlds away, on the very edge of the known universe and not in his old bedroom. Even if he tried, he doubted it would work. 

"It's been a while," he added firmly, with a tight-lipped smile only present for a moment. 

Queen Frigga wore a smile of her own, tugged into the corners of her rose-colored lips. It spoke of things she knew and things she could see, regardless of how hidden they were meant to be. It was not malicious, though - far from it, if one knew how to interpret it. 

She remained poised by the door, in a dress of soft pastel pink. There was little surprise on her face, despite how unusual it must've been to find her own exiled son back without any warning. She radiated calm, commandeered without a hint of doubt. Loki missed her warmth. 

"Mother, there is someone I'd like to introduce to you," Loki helped you up. "This is my-" 

"Oh, finally. If you waited any longer, I'd pay you a visit myself," Frigga cut him off lightly, embracing you gently. She smelled of roses and pine. 

Loki caught your petrified gaze, but wasn't sure what to do either. Being hugged was a better alternative to having the guards called, though. You could take it. 

"As delighted as I am to see you," Loki interrupted the moment carefully, "how did you know where to find us?" 

"Palace has eyes everywhere," the queen shrugged, looking you up and down. "Thankfully, your father only has one."

Loki connected the dots. 

"Heimdall it is then, after all. I knew that bastard would have a sudden change of heart just like that." 

Frigga sighed. Her hands were gentle and soft on your face. "Welcome to the family, love." 

"...um, thank you?" 

Loki masked his laugh with a cough. It was truly a refreshing sight, to have you rendered speechless within moments. He'd cherish that sight for a long time. 

"What about some tea?" the queen asked as if things were already settled. There was very little you would deny her, but Loki did anyway. 

"Time is not on our side, mother. We were only able to sneak out for a few hours, but every moment we risk having our little trip discovered by the Edge. The tension there is… growing." 

"Dear, that place was always full of trouble. Do you have a plan?" 

She switched her focus in an instant, with a frown set between her brows. 

"We do." 

There was pride she was not afraid to show when she stroked Loki's cheek. "I can't wait to hear about your success, then."

Loki took a deep breath. "Well, there's a tiny problem we have to solve before we go back there. There's something we need from the royal treasure…"

Your eyes lit up. 

Frigga smirked knowingly. 

"I suppose with your current status, it might be difficult to get you anywhere close to it," she admitted, already thinking about a way in. 

You nudged Loki in the ribs. "What about your bag?" 

"What?" 

"Get in the bag, and I'll get you through," you explained, sweating profusely under the queen's keen eyes. "No one knows me here." 

"That's a stupid idea." 

"I love it, though," Frigga clasped her hands. "Get in." 

"But we don't even know if-" 

"Loki."

"...yes, mother."

As much as you were proud of your idea, there was one thing that didn't occur to you. Once Loki was gone, the rooms became much more quiet. 

Holding the queen's stare didn't seem like a good idea. Avoiding it didn't either, though. 

The tension made your skin itch, prodding you to move, to do anything, and most likely something stupid. Thankfully, the woman was first to break it. 

"Shall we go?" she asked, stepping towards the door with a gentle smile. 

You didn't want to. You had no idea you'd feel this awkward, even when she was giving you no reason to. Taking the bag, you followed her near-silent steps. 

"I'm afraid we'll have to put you in some less flashy clothes," Frigga mentioned off-hand, walking through a luminous hallway. "Your face might not be recognized, but you might still stand out like this." 

Watching her flowing gown, you were inclined to agree. The palace was no place for jeans. 

Your body was no place for the strange fashion of Asgard either, or at least according to your body itself. Walking in clothes cut to a different fashion was only saved by how soft their fabric felt against your skin. Still, you followed the queen to the treasury, faithfully staying a step behind as any proper servant would, or so she claimed. 

There was no hesitation in her steps as she led you through hallways with high ceilings supported by thin, ornate columns. The stained glass of the widows refracted the sun into an artfully intricate mess of colors. The guards and members of palace staff passed you on your way, but they only bowed deeply to the queen, sharing very little of their attention with you. 

"How do you like it?" Frigga asked casually when you were out of anyone's earshot. 

"I mean, this whole place is… wow. Amazing. I wish I had more time to check everything out," you answered honestly, unsure of what the right thing was to say. 

"Would you like to stay?" 

It was an innocent question, or at least it would be under different circumstances. Here, in the middle of a palace, stranded on your own without Loki by your side, it was a question asked precisely because of those circumstances. 

"I'm afraid my schedule is quite busy right now. I've got a war to stop and a murderer to find - you know, just a casual Tuesday evening." 

"And what happens afterwards?" 

She didn't seem angry, and yet there must've been a reason for her curiosity. You looked down to the bag you were still holding. "That doesn't depend solely on me." 

Frigga didn't smile, but you couldn't feel any hostility from her. If anything, she seemed quite at peace. 

The double set of high, elaborately carved doors at the end of the corridor were undoubtedly a work of art and also heavy pieces of metal, magic and gold. It took the guards a few moments of strained breathing and groans to open them for you, but any thoughts about their job vanished as you followed the queen inside. 

Rows upon rows of shining crystals of all shapes and colors crowded one of the walls. Opposite it stood the mannequins in proud poses and heavy sets of armor. High as you could see, weapons of all sorts hanged from the hooks, capable of supporting a small army. Daggers and curved swords you could recognize, as well as the lances and halberds that made you wonder what kind of monsters had they been used against in the past. 

The huge battle axes caught your eye, but there was no way for you to even lift the ones almost your own height. Beyond them, on the long tables, laid gauntlets and helmets both winged and horned or with steel fangs like a beast's, and further in - even capes made of what looked like scales or monster hide. This was a place of legends you'd never heard. 

"See anything you like?" 

Lost in your thoughts, the queen's pleasant voice startled you and brought you back to reality. 

"Everything and I'm not even exaggerating. I could live in here."

Frigga walked by the neat rows of weaponry. "It's mostly family heirlooms and loot from all the great and shameful wars of the past. There are countless stories behind every one of them, but I don't think we came here for stories. What are you looking for?" 

"A sword. Loki said we could get one from here." 

"What kind of sword?" 

"...a sharp one?" 

"I take it you don't have much experience with them, then?" she chuckled. 

"My world favors guns." 

Frigga passed the first row and walked further into the treasury. The grandeur of large pieces changed into the showcase of precision and stealth as you looked at the countless thin blades, hooks and things you couldn't really name, let alone use. You considered letting Loki out of the bag, both to have him steer his mother back to the weapons you recognized, and to check on him. Making a spatial storage was a tricky thing, he had claimed after wondering if the air would still work normally inside of it. 

Before you got the chance to do that, the queen stopped in front of a plain gray case and opened it. 

"It's a shame so many of those have to spend centuries out of use," she blew the dust off a middle length sword with a slightly curved edge. "I hope this one will serve you well." 

The blade was tinted with gray, as if melted with ash. It didn't shine, which could come in handy during sneaking around. The handle laid in your hand as if it was always meant for you. 

"Once upon a time, it was called Windcleaver," Frigga looked at you with melancholy. "It'll never dull and never break." 

"Thank you," you breathed out. Tearing your eyes off the blade felt impossible. "It's marvelous. I only hope I won't cut my fingers off before I learn how to properly use it. Are you sure I can take it?" 

"What use does it have here?" the queen shrugged, gesturing to the immeasurable numbers in the treasury. "Besides, I've heard my son promised you one." 

You carefully put the sword into your magically imbued pocket. 

"Thank you, seriously," you said again. "For everything. We knew about the risk of coming here, so… thank you for not ratting us out? And, you know, giving me this cool sword. You're awesome. I'd vote for you." 

Although voting for anyone was not a practice often used on Asgard, queen Frigga appreciated the implied meaning anyway. 

"That's lovely to hear," she said as you left the treasury and headed wherever she wanted you to go. "Especially since, as far as I could see, you plan on staying with my son, correct?" 

"I mean, I literally crossed the universe with him, twice, so I guess I do? Look, sorry if I'm not precisely who you'd prefer for your son, but I like him, and I'm not going to pretend I don't." 

You left the palace grounds through what looked like one of the main gates. The road was a wide path with olive trees growing by the sides. There was an embarrassing amount of relief you felt noticing the Bifrost getting closer instead of the dungeons. 

"Asgard is a beautiful place in many ways," Frigga broke the silence after a while. "People are happy and live in prosperity, especially on the palace grounds. But life, even here, is far from perfect. Things happen, and we can do little to control the damage they wreak upon us," she looked at you. In the dimming sun and the lanterns slowly coming back to life as you followed the road, the queen looked every bit the royal she was. "I'm glad that my son won't have to go through whatever happens alone anymore." 

Speechless, you followed her over the bridge and to the round observatory at its very end. Frigga approached Heimdall, speaking in hushed voices, meanwhile you watched Loki crawl out of the bag. With a groan, he slumped to the floor, mostly unharmed, if only a little yellow on the face. 

You patted his cheek, waiting for a reaction. "You good? How was it?" 

"...I'm never doing that again." 

"What if I pay you? I've got like—" you fished in your pocket. "Three dollars, a stick of gum, and a sword." 

"You got a sword?" that seemed to raise his attention as he pushed himself on the elbows. 

"Your mom found me one. She's really cool." 

Loki looked over to the queen conversing quietly with Heimdall. She looked the same as the day he'd been exiled. "She is." 

As Heimdall moved to ready the Bifrost, Frigga approached the two of you, embracing Loki tightly. You were aware of what happened in the past in general, but seeing the consequences of it from up so close put a weight on your chest. Switching worlds for the sake of a mission was a very different thing from being completely banned from your own home planet and leaving it for the final time knowing that you won't be able to see your family of any of your friends and places you grew up in ever again, and even you were slowly growing homesick already. Watching Loki say his final goodbye reminded you of how strong that feeling must be in him. 

"Thank you for helping us." He stepped away. "We were lucky to be found by you."

"Actually…," you hated to step in the moment, "we kind of need to push on that luck a bit more. I really don't want to come off as ungrateful, but we really need a tiny, little visit to Earth too."

"Just for a minute. Maybe two," Loki solemnly swore, remembering your completely-not-sketchy plan. 

"We just need to grab some-… thing," you added to the rising suspicion of Heimdall. "Stopping a war is not an easy thing, you know." 

With a heavy sigh of the queen, a nauseating trip across the universe and back, a tiny case of abduction, Loki and you finally found yourselves back in the familiar mud of the Edge, its stars shining just as bright as when you left it. So much has happened since you were last in the obscure forest of gnarled trees, that it felt like weeks instead of hours. You could say that thankfully, nothing seemed to have changed during your absence, but that would be a lie.

The two of you stared at the Rift. It was still a seething wound in the fabric of the universe, and just as awfully wrong as you remembered, but also - significantly smaller.

"Do you think it's because of the Bifrost?" you voiced Loki's thoughts.

"The amount of energy released by the bridge shouldn't be enough to make such a change, but… I can't see how it can be anything else?"

"So we just ignore it and pretend we haven't been even close to it?"

"Yup."

"I like that plan."

"How about we walk a little away from this floating rip of void while we're at it? I think it would be the wisest if the boy didn't see it just yet. We don't have the time to explain everything to him," Loki gestured to the bag. 

You followed him deeper into the woods, grateful to finally reach the part where life was growing back. It was a relief to leave the muddy, dusty circle of death and despair the Rift created around itself as it sucked all the energy from whatever dared to live nearby. Further away, the Edge showed off its true colors, with wild flowers blooming in tangled masses hanging overhead from the winding branches of trees that had no names. Butterflies with three sets of feathery wings crossed your path in a shimmering cloud.

"This should be far enough," Loki judged, finally putting the bag on the moss. "I still can't believe that Heimdall agreed to this."

"I can't believe your mother agreed to this."

"If you lived in the palace, you'd know first-hand what ideas she's capable of on her own…"

Loki knelt next to the bag and reached down into its depths to bring out a boy. 

The boy was no ordinary thing, both by his clothing and his abilities you were greatly interested in. The bright blue-and-red costume hid very little of how deeply in shock he was over his sudden change of settings, world, and, apparently, plans for the evening. 

He rubbed the yellow and green moss and stared at the feathery butterflies circling overhead. 

"Have I- Have I just been abducted?" Peter voiced his confusion in a dangerously high voice. 

"I'd say so, and since he's technically an alien," you pointed at Loki, "you've got the full pack."

"This is awesome!" 

Peter springed to his feet and proceeded to jump around and touch every single thing around him, startling even more butterflies into hurried flight. 

"I told you he'd love it here." 

"I never doubted it. My only concern remains over his discretion, though," Loki smiled gently, looking at the boy freaking out over the flowers, moss, ground, trees and everything alive and currently running away from him. 

"He'll do well. Hey, Peter," you said louder, "we kinda need your assistance." 

He was at your side in a flash, with hands shaking and eyes wild. "Of course! I knew you'd come back for me, guys, thank you so much, I'll do whatever I have to!" 

Explaining your half-made plan to the boy constantly jumping between hugging both of you and getting distracted by literally everything around him took you a moment. You only hoped he'd remember your words. 

In the end, Loki took the runestone out of his pocket and handed it to Peter. 

"Ten minutes ago I was eating a kebab on a rooftop and now I'm doing magic," the boy cheered. "This is great." 

"Now, focus," Loki snapped his fingers, grabbing a churned, black stone he found in the corpse of the monstrous spider that attacked you. 

Loki gently pressed the stones together and watched them start to glow. 

"You'll have to follow the light and not be noticed," he said, pocketing the spider's remains again. "It should take you straight to the person who wanted us dead enough to cast the curse. Once you find them, you get back straight to us, do you understand? There's a castle behind you and our rooms are right there, over those roses blooming-" 

"There's even a castle? I'm not leaving this place," Peter jumped on a nearby tree to see the palace better. 

Loki sighed, appreciating the hand you rubbed his arm with. 

"I'm having second thoughts if this actually is a good plan," he admitted, too quietly for the boy to hear. 

"We don't really have a choice. You said it yourself, that we'll be closely guarded. After that fight yesterday, they won't let us just roam the palace freely. And we need to know who's working against us." 

Loki nodded, painfully aware of all that. Still, it didn't sit well with him to have the boy involved in  such danger. The Edge had always been a violent place, and with the recent events, that tendency only deepened. 

"Be careful, boy," he said, once Peter was calm enough to listen. "I know we haven't explained this plan with you, but… We really need you." 

Anyone who didn’t know Peter well would think that there were tears of joy running down his face as he put on his mask and disappeared among the trees heading to the palace. Anyone who knew him well would know it was true. 

"Stop worrying," you nudged Loki. "Even if someone catches him, they won't hurt him. Besides, look at him go. He's got it. This is the perfect ground for someone with his abilities." 

"I'm not worried," Loki scoffed and crossed his arms in a very unconvincing gesture. "I just can't wait to find out who's our enemy. And if the court will side with us."

"Heimdall would see it, right? He'd help us if things go very south very fast?"

"I'd like to think so, but the only thing he can do is to inform the guards and leave the decision to my fa-... the king. I'm not sure what he'll do. This whole mission was supposed to let Asgard avoid getting any further involvement with the Edge."

So encouraging.

"I see. So how about we sneak back into our rooms before Faroq and his guards notice we're gone? Or even better - find Peter in our place, already having found that nasty spellcaster."

Loki let his imagination run wild. "...let us go indeed."

It was a good not-exactly-a-plan. Sure, it was a hasty job, written almost entirely on the go and with little thought of alternatives, had the things not worked out. But since it had taken you both to the ends of the universe and back (even with a quick stop midway for a tiny little child abduction), you wouldn't be so ungrateful as to say your not-a-plan sucked. 

A few minutes later, you were sadly forced to change your mind, as you were met with drawn out swords and even sharper stares aimed at you. The guards were posted right on the edge of the forest, where it turned into a little more tamed part of the gardens, and shedding any cover it might've granted you.

A woman in a blood red uniform stepped towards you with a scowl. "You're both under arrest. Do not move."

"That sounds a little harsh for breaking a house arrest," Loki calmly observed, moving to stand slightly between you and her. 

Your hand slipped towards your pocket and a certain gift it held.

The guard spit on the ground. "Not enough for the murderers, though."

Loki and you froze. That was new.

"Could we get some more details about what that guy just said or...?"

The woman looked at you suspiciously. She did not lower her sword, nor did she order the other guards to stand down. 

"Don't act like you haven't murdered them," she only barked out.

"As much as you don't believe us, we have no idea what you-"

"Bodies have been found a few hours ago," she cut Loki off. "A few families, living on the other side of the river. Their lives have already fed the nearby Rifts. Are you happy now?"

Far from it, you wanted to tell her and all the guards nervously waiting for the orders. If need be, they'd cut you down without a hint of regret - you could see it on their faces, in the stern looks and tense shoulders. It wasn't a question of what was the truth behind the murders. The only thing that mattered now was how well you had just been framed.

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Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Reader

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Summary: You met Kageyama in his birthday when he was young. You have bumped into him at a park while he was chasing his volleyball. You two immediately became friends, always staying by his side. You would always cheer for him no matter what. You would always try to make him friendly to his teammates, which led to both of you to argue. When his team turned on him, he thought you would to. But you didn’t. He was lucky to have you.

Warning: some wrong grammars, bad writing,

Genre: Fluff, Angst, childhood to high school, 

Keys:

Y/n- your name, f/d- favorite drink,

A/n: Happy birthday Kageyama! I wrote this late since I was very busy.

Reader: Female

Made by: ??? (Please tell me who owns the art so I could credit them!)

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Few years prior (When the two of you were 6 years old.):

You were in the park with your parents beside behind you, talking freely. You were singing until you felt something hit your left foot. You stopped and looked at the colorful ball. “Are you okay Hun? Why did you stop?” Your mother asked. “There’s a ball.” You answered with excitement. You picked up the ball and began showing it to your parents. 

“We should give this to whoever owns it Y/n. Let’s find the owner okay?” You nodded. You looked around to see someone your age running towards you. “Uhm excuse me!” He shouted. Your parents along with you looked at him. “Is this your volleyball?” Your mother asked to the young boy. The said boy panted and nodded. “Here you go!” You gave the boy the volleyball. “I’m Y/n, what’s your name?”

“.. I’m Tobio. Nice to meet you..!” He introduced. “Nice to meet you too Tobio-chan! Can I play with you?” He looked at your parents, who were nodding. “Okay.” He smiled. “Yay!” You looked at your parents who were also smiling. Kageyama ran to an open space to play and you followed him. 

Kageyama showed you every basics he knew about volleyball. “Y/n-san, this is how you receive the ball.” He positioned himself to show you. “Oohh ok!!” You nodded, understanding a bit. You copied his pose and smiled. “Like this?” 

“No, you have to lower the arms a bit.” He held your arm and slowly and gently lowered it a bit. Your parents who were sitting in a nearby bench talked to Kageyama’s parents. 

“And then when the ball comes to you, you have to lift your hands to keep the ball in play. But don’t try to save it when the ball goes outside the court.” He explained. You nodded. “Ok then. Let’s try!” He walked into a far enough distance and softly spiked the ball for you. You positioned yourself into where you think the ball is going to land, your eyes not leaving the ball. Once you felt the ball on your forearms, you lifted it up, keeping the ball on the air. 

Kageyama clapped and congratulated you. “You’re doing great, Y/n-san!” He complimented. “Thank you! I could never have done that without a great teacher.” You complimented back, making him flustered. “Oh! When’s your birthday? I want to celebrate it with you when it’s your birthday.” You asked.

He rubbed his neck, in embarrassment about earlier. “...Today. Is my birthday..” He answered, leaving eye contact. Your eyes lid up at the answer. “Today?! Happy birthday Tobio!” You quickly grabbed Kageyama’s hand and dragged him to where his and your parents are at. “Momma, Papa, Can I please buy Tobio-chan ice cream? It’s his birthday today and I want to celebrate it with him!” Your words made the parents go in awe. 

“Of course, Dear.” Your mother softly smiled. You grinned while Kageyama looked at his shoes. “I saw your receive earlier. Good job my little player.” Your father grinned, giving you a thumbs up. “Thank you papa! Tobio-chan helped me!” 

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Your mother bought two ice creams for the both of you. You both sat beside each other, talking and knowing more about each other. “What is your favorite drink Y/n-san?” He asked. “I like f/d! It tastes so good! How about you?” You answered. “I like milk and yogurt.” He replied. 

The conversation continued. Little did you both know, the parents took a picture of the first moments you two were playing. 

“I forgot to ask, Tobio-chan. What school do you go to?” You asked, curiously. “I go to Akiyama Elementary.” He answered, taking a eating a piece of his ice cream. “Oh really?! Me too!!” You exclaimed, grinning widely. He smiled too. “I wonder how I haven’t seen you before. That’s weird.”

In the middle of silence for both of you, you asked again. “Do you have siblings???” 

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You were invited to come to Kageyama’s house for the day. With your parents acceptance of course. You jumped as high as you can and rang the doorbell. You landed on your feet and waited. When the door opened, you expected to see Kageyama, instead, you saw an older but young woman in front of you. 

“Hello, Are you Tobio’s friend?” The woman asked. You nodded. “Mhm! I’m Y/n nice to meet you!” You waved, happiness radiating off you. “Nice to meet you too! I’m Miwa Kageyama, Tobio’s older sister.” She introduced.

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Once you met Kageyama’s grandfather, he teached you how to play volleyball and even playing matches with his grandchildren.

Once it was time to go back home. Your mother thanked them and you waved them goodbye. “Bye bye! See you all next time!!” You waved, leaving with your mother.

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In school, you met with Kageyama, so you greeted him. “Tobio-chan! Good morning.” He looked at you and slightly blushed. “Good morning Y/n-san!” 

“Yesterday was fun! I wanna go to your house again!” You widely smiled. “Uh- oh sorry.. I have practice with the Little Falcons today.” Your smile faltered. “Oh..” “But if you want to- You could come see us practice..!” He slightly panicked. You perked up, nodding eagerly.

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“Ah, Nice to meet you again Y/n. Are you here to watch?” Kazuyo asked. You nodded, standing beside him. “I want to learn how to play volleyball, and Tobio-chan invited me! Which is so nice. Maybe if I watch them play, maybe I could be just as good as them!” He chuckled. “Of course you will Y/n.” He patted your head. 

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Skip to fourth grade:

“You got your very first Jersey? That’s great! You can play in official matches now Tobio! Isn’t that great?!” You boasted. Kageyama held the jersey tightly and teared in joy. He nodded. 

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Skip to Junior High 1st year:

“Hey Tobi- Are you okay?” You asked concerned. “My grandfather..” He muttered, tears falling down. “Kazuyo-san? What’s wrong?” You placed both your hands on each shoulder. He looked at you, pain in his eyes. “He’s in the hospital..... His health, He’s gone...” He choked through some of his words. You felt yourself tearing up with him. His grandfather was also a great teacher and a friend to you. You hugged Kageyama. He hugged you back.

“I- I joined the Kitagawa Daiichi Volleyball team.. I’ll do my best to be the best setter.” He told you. You hummed and nodded. “I know you will Tobio, you’re the best setter I have ever seen.” You smiled.

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During Kageyama’s practices with his teammates, you would regularly visit and watch them play. You became friends with many of his teammates, which made him be slightly jealous but happy. 

Kageyama started practicing more with his Kitagawa Daiichi teammates and found worthy rivals in his upperclassmen. He seemed to be happy when he touches the ball or play volleyball. It makes you smile.

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Few days later after the end of practice, with Kageyama idolizing Oikawa. The others left to go home. Leaving only you, Kageyama, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi. You were waiting to go home with Kageyama. You watched as Kageyama went to Oikawa with a volleyball in hand.

Kageyama went to Oikawa with a volleyball. “Oikawa, Can you maybe teach me how to serve?” He asked while innocently smiling. Oikawa looked at him silently. There was no response from Oikawa for the moment, which made you, and Iwaizumi concerned. 

Oikawa then gritted his teeth and almost hit Kageyama. Luckily, Iwaizumi was there in time to stop him. You immediately ran beside Kageyama and asked if he was fine. Kageyama only looked shocked as you. “Get a hold of yourself, dumbass!” Iwaizumi scolded. He slowly let go of Oikawa’s wrist once he places it beside him.

“Sorry...”

“Kageyama, we’re all done for the day.” 

“O- Ok.” Then Kageyama jogged away. You quickly followed him on instinct. As you both go farther away from the gym, the lower their voices get. Once he stopped, you hugged him from behind. “It’s fine Tobio, It’s not your fault. Maybe Oikawa-senpai was just stressed today..”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The next day, Oikawa seemed to be better than yesterday. Kageyama was too. Kageyama went to Oikawa with a volleyball again and asked “Oikawa, can you teach me how to serve toss?” 

You were ready to stand up “Yeah right, in your dreams dummy.” He stuck his tongue out. You sat slightly relaxed once more. Luckily he wasn’t going to almost hit him again. Iwaizumi scolded him for bullying.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

Kageyama and the team was in second place when they won a set from the Shiratorizawa. Oikawa was received the best setter award. You giggled as Oikawa told Kageyama that he will beat him one day with a runny nose. 

Once they were outside the building, You all congratulated them on their 2nd place and 1st set against the Shiratorizawa.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

After Oikawa and Iwaizumi had left, Kageyama seemed to be more lonely and more demanding towards his teammates. He would always tell them that they should do better. He kept pushing them to much into their limits. 

“Tobio- Stop it! Their tired, give them a break!” You snapped. Luckily, the team and you were the only ones in the gym. “But their not doing their best! I have to push them to be the greatest!” 

Even though he knew you were right, he ignored it and continued doing what he does. Slowly, he loses all respect from all of his volleyball teammates except for you. You might sometimes hate him for his rude attitude, you still love him as your friend and probably more.

You were watching in the sidelines about the matches of Kitagawa Daiichi Junior High School vs Yukigaoka Junior High School. The Yukigaoka team seemed like they haven’t played volleyball except for an orange haired boy. As you watched the game start, you can’t help but frown as Kageyama boss his teammates around. He was benched soon after. Once Kageyama was back to the court, he did a set which no one spiked, earning a point to the Yukigaoka.

You gasped as he looked at his teammates at disbelief and snapped at them. They only responded coldly making Kageyama’s blood boil.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

After the game, you were going to cheer Kageyama up until you heard someone. A different voice. You hid and peeked to see who it was. “Hinata Shoyo..” You murmured, you heard his name earlier before the match started.

You couldn’t quite guess the words but you didn’t bother to move. Once Kageyama walked away, you immediately got out of your hiding spot and followed him. Hinata saw you and looked at you confused. He followed your figure until you stopped beside Kageyama.

“Hey...” You playfully whispered, trying to get him to smile slightly. He looked in front of him while he replied slightly cold. “What?” 

“I got you a carton of milk from the vending machine~” You said in a sing-song tone. He slightly perked up, unnoticed by you. “Thanks-” He tried to snatch it away from you, but failed. “If you wanted it so badly Tobio-chan, Come and get it from me!~” You stuck out your tongue, then ran away.

Kageyama smirked than chased you. You smiled to yourself. ‘Mission accomplished, Making Tobio happy!’.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You did the entrance exam of every school Kageyama joined to. Kageyama hoped he could join Shiratorizawa, but he failed the entrance exam.

“Did you fail in the entrance exam too?” He asked you. He was lying down beside you. “I passed.” He looked at you shockingly. “I passed all of the entrance exams.” 

“That’s great...” His voice said otherwise. “So, which school are you attending?” You asked Kageyama. “Karasuno High.” He sighed. “Then I’ll join Karasuno too.” You murmured, yawning. Kageyama sat up and looked at you. “What?! No! You have to go to Shiratorizawa, it’s better there.” 

“-But anywhere is better when my best friend is with me.” You blurted out. You slowly realized what you had said and blushed. He froze and blushed too. You did nothing to change your statement, instead keeping it like that. “Same here too..” He admitted. You both smiled and laughed.

He layed (Or laid) down with you once again. “Hey, remember the time where my teammates turned on me?” He looked at the ceiling, avoiding your eyes. Curious and concerned, you nodded. “Yeah, I do. Why?” 

“I thought you were going to leave me too when they left me.” He laughed bitterly. “I’m glad you didn’t.” You hugged him reassuringly. “I’m glad I didn’t too.”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The first day was a shock. Hinata was there too. He was slightly hesitant on being friends with you but still gave in, you both became good friends. You regularly visit them on practices. Even Kiyoko offered you to be the next manager since you knew volleyball. 

The others waited for your answer. You looked at Kageyama who seemed to be curious for your answer too. “Sure..?” Nishinoya and Tanaka cheered. “Another beautiful manager!!” 

You giggled at them. You seemed to catch Kageyama smiling. You smiled back, which made him blush and look away.

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

You learned more about being a manager, you also became close to everyone in the team. You helped Kiyoko on everything, refilling waters, cleaning the gym, everything, you name it.

Kageyama is grateful to meet you especially in a younger age. He decided on asking you out on a date later on his birthday. It took a lot of courage from his teammates and himself. You made a gift for him to give him when he told you to meet him later behind the gym.

[After he asked you out. You happily agreed, you also gave him the gift. He liked- no, Loved it. The rest is in your hands.]

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Scroldie Week Day 1 - AU (Duck Crossing AU)

Scrooge McDuck had always risen with the sun. Whether it be in his ancestral home of Scotland, his longtime residence of Duckburg, or his current home - the formerly-deserted island of New Horizons. His daily life had wavered and changed many times over the years, but this one routine remained the same.

Sometimes, Scrooge would be joined on his early risings by one of the island’s residents - most frequently his honorary niece Webby, the island’s Resident Representative. She loved to be awake at odd hours, solving an adventurous mystery or tracking an elusive bug. Or his nephew Donald, when he was on shore leave (or fell off his boat and got stranded on the beach), whose insomnia meant he knew the night well. Dewey, like Webby, loved to be awake at night just for the fun of it - although Scrooge had implemented a 10pm curfew on his nephews’ store so they would be well-rested and have a clear head for the next day of business.

While Scrooge loved the company of his family, blood or not, he preferred it most of all when he was alone. He would watch the sun rise slowly over New Horizons and revel in his successful business and daily adventures on his island with his family. Island life, despite its token serenity, could be quite hectic sometimes, and Scrooge took great comfort in those rare moments of peace in the liminal sunrise space. He was safe and happy and successful, and so was his family. Aside from adventure and money, what more could a duck need in life?

(That was a lie. There would always be more in life for Scrooge to discover, and he would never be fully at peace. But sometimes, it was nice to push those lingering doubts away.)

This morning was just like one of Scrooge’s picturesque favorites - he sat, alone and peaceful, on a bench overlooking the beach. The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, humming with the promise of fish and treasure and adventure. Scrooge drummed his fingers impatiently against his fishing rod, but otherwise simply waited for the fish to bite his superior bait. While he waited, he watched the sun rise and the sky burst in a symphony of beautiful colors that would have Webby and Huey painting one of these days.

The slight breeze and the rustle of leaves and early-morning bugs, as well as the waves, were the only sounds penetrating the serene morning air. Scrooge leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes for a fleeting moment, content in his moment of peace and quiet before the hustle and bustle of island life.

Then a loud ship’s horn honked, shattering Scrooge’s picturesque morning into a thousand pieces.

Scrooge groaned and frustratedly ripped his fishing pole from the water, probably traumatizing some poor random fish, and stuffed it ungracefully in his pocket. He snatched his cane from the ground and stomped in the direction of the ungodly noise, muttering angrily under his breath. “Blasted boats, blasted sailors, blasted- RUINING MY MORNING-“

Sailors. It better not be Donald and his Navy crew again. Scrooge’s fists trembled with anger, ready to give them a piece of his mind, nephew and his friends or no. Fethry and Gladstone, his other seafaring family, wouldn’t fare any better (definitely worse, in Gladstone’s case).

Webby, likely roused from her sleep by the horn, sprinted in the direction of the shops (probably to see the boys). She paused as Scrooge passed, but didn’t cross him as he stormed towards the culprit of the sound.

“Sir?”

Scrooge slowed his pace to a brisk walk as he passed his workplace. His hired assistant, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, rushed up to his side. Scrooge glowered at him, but evidently it was not enough.

“Yes?” He kept his tone clipped and as free of his anger as he could manage.

Fenton tapped his fingertips together nervously. “Remember the person you had me issue a warning about over the morning announcements a couple days ago? The, ah, dangerous one?”

Fury washed over Scrooge as the pieces clicked into place. He nodded once, curt and sharp, and stormed off to the secret beach.

The sight that awaited him was just what Scrooge expected, but that in no way made it welcome.

“Hooty-hoo, Scroogey!!!”

A small boat, flying a telltale gold flag, had docked on Scrooge’s beach. Annoying, although he was significantly less concerned about the boat than its inhabitant.

Goldie O’Gilt, his old business partner. And current rival.

She beamed smugly at him from the deck of the boat, radiating barely veiled triumph. “Nice to see you too, old man!”

“Goldie,” Scrooge groaned, dragging a hand down his face in frustration. This was going to be a long day.

He allowed his beak to curve slightly into the smallest of smiles. “It’s good to know you haven’t been arrested again.”

“Awww,” Goldie replied, dramatically placing a hand over her heart. “It almost sounds like you care about me, Moneybags.”

I do, Scrooge whispered internally, but his pride refused to let him admit it. “What do you want with my island?” he asked instead, rough and sharp as always.

That was the key to dealing with Goldie. Stay tough and guard your heart. It kept the pair in their precarious game with each other, dancing around their feelings, both staunchly refusing to be the first to break and confess.

(She cared too.)

“Who’s this, Uncle Scrooge?” Dewey, loud and boisterous, had probably been investigating the mysterious disturbance to the island’s serene morning peace, and the cryptic stranger that brought it. He stared up at his uncle with wide, curious eyes.

“I’m just here to sell some pretty art, Scroogey,” Goldie called before Scrooge could reply - probably on purpose, to shape Dewey’s first impression of her. “I’m sure those kids of yours would appreciate some quality art pieces. Difficult to find, too!”

Scrooge growled. “Where did you steal them from?”

Goldie waved a hand breezily, dismissively. “Oh, hon, not all of them are stolen,” she responded, faking hurt. “I can’t believe you would assume I would steal art!”

Scrooge rolled his eyes. “Oh come now, Goldie. Forgeries, then?”

Huey perked up and hefted his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook from where he, Louie, Webby, Lena, and Boyd were crouched behind a bush nearby. “I can evaluate them, Uncle Scrooge!”

Scrooge didn’t miss the way Louie’s eyes lit up at the idea of selling forgeries or stolen art. Best to nip that one in the bud. “Good, Huey. That’s part of your job, in case someone donates Goldie’s art to the museum.”

Goldie huffed and slipped off her boat. “Whatever. You have my word that all my art is one hundred percent real. And a lady would never go back on her word, now would she?”

Louie and Webby ran after her, eyes shining as the latter peppered her with enthusiastic questions and the former watched closely. Lena, Huey, and Boyd took the opportunity to join Dewey and Scrooge at the crest of the secret beach as they watched the trio leave skeptically.

Dewey tugged gently on Scrooge’s sleeve, grabbing his uncle’s attention. “You never answered my question. Who is she?” Scrooge noticed Huey flipping open his Junior Woodchuck Guidebook, pen posed carefully to add a new entry.

“That’s Goldie O’Gilt, lad,” he replied gruffly, turning on his heel to follow Goldie and the rest of his kids back to the plaza. “My old business partner.”

The kids lit up with a barrage of boisterous questions, but Scrooge answered them on autopilot. He was too immersed in thinking about Goldie. What her re-emergence would mean for him. For them.

They had seen each other briefly in the years since Scrooge stormed angrily out of Goldie’s business. He wanted to make his money square, even if it landed him destitute. He was an honest man.

Unfortunately, it had forever soiled things between them, ruining opportunities and pathways Scrooge never would have thought to mourn before he left.

But now…

Maybe now, with his successful business, and Goldie so desperate she’d come to leech off of it, maybe he could mend the bridge.

He’d just have to make sure she didn’t scam any of his residents first.

~

happy scroldie weekend!! this ended up having a little more worldbuilding than scroldie but whatever, i honestly forgot about it so i wrote this today haha. it’s not the best quality sorry

duck crossing au comes from the delpad discord!! it’s such a cool au, and Scrooge and Goldie fit Nook and Redd so well!! i had fun exploring some of the other roles too. i don’t think Fenton fits Isabelle that well in job description, but their personalities are the closest match.

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hi! first off, congrats on the new blog!! i read that misumi piece and i really enjoyed it hehe,, if it's alright, may i request some domestic fluff with kazunari? mayb looking over old photo albums of each other from when they were kids and laughing and telling stories about what happened in the photos? thank you very much and i hope u have a nice day :D

hi!!! this made me so happy 🥺 thank you so much, i hope to keep this blog running for a long time! also, i saw your reblog of my jealousy hcs and i wanted to say thank you for your sweet comments!!! i go back to it whenever i need motivation, you inspire me to keep writing ♡ thank you! i hope to continue making you proud as a writer :D <3

summary: kazunari had to stop living in the past and make new memories outside of his yearbooks with you

author’s note: this is definitely a much happier piece than my others! this was refreshing to write and i treasure it dearly, it’s definitely much more on the humorous side! no angst today, folks!!! (ok just a little, but it’s barely noticeable!)

this is just a little look into a hoarder named kazunari and his sentimental, nostalgic personality ♡ i, myself, am a marie kondo supporter so i love decluttering! if you are a hoarder like kazunari, honestly go you! you keep those knick knacks that remind you of memories! do whatever makes you the happiest :D

word count: 2,151

music: make you mine – public, tongue tied – grouplove (this song is so Kazunari !!!)

nostalgia.

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

it was that time of year again

kazunari hated spring cleaning with a passion. so what if his art supplies were all over the dorms? he knew where everything was! uh, mostly...

(if you ignore his daily panicked house searches which kept everyone up way too late if he couldn’t locate a very specific paint shade for a big project he definitely procrastinated)

so, it took, so much bribery to get kazunari to even consider cleaning out his entire dorm room

(muku was a very Good Boy and already had his side of the room perfectly dusted and organized)

yes, you had to promise to pose as a model for one of his paintings one day (hopefully, not the type of class you were thinking) (kazunari’s suggestive wink didn’t help)

the thing about kazunari was he was somewhat of a, putting it politely, hoarder

as an extremely sentimental person, it would take the whole mankai company to even force him to throw something away

(“no! it has a special meaning to me! i remember what happened when i got this~” kazunari would whine, holding the useless item between his hands with no intentions to ever look at it again)

so the boys employed you to be kazunari’s rational judgement when cleaning that day

(“please actually make him do something.” sakyo looked like he was on the border of begging; kazunari’s abundance of random knick knacks and shopaholic addiction problem was becoming an issue that affected everyone)

rule #1 of cleaning kazunari’s storage room: don’t open anything because kazunari will become very sentimental and nothing will get gone

so therefore, as a team, you two tackled the rather spotless room. the interior was minimal and modern, just like kazunari liked it with pops of color here and there

(he had one blank white wall and you realized it was the backdrop he used to film all his social media posts [dancing tik toks, fashion #ootds on instagram, daily vlogs on his growing youtube channel])

at first, you were confused where all his stuff went until you opened a closet against his terrible and unconvincing distractions

without time to react, you found yourself buried in tens of books you couldn’t even fathom how it all fit

(“i’ve played way too much tetris.” kazunari would admit later on when asked about his immaculate stacking)

“you’ve got to be kidding me!” you groaned, pushing your head above the surface of book covers that have either never been opened or were way too old to even be functionable

“i’m sorry~ please, forgive me!” kazunari pleaded, immediately pulling you out of his own mess and using all his cuteness to make you roll your eyes fondly at your best friend

you almost started ranting at him about the dangers of taking up too much closet space with useless items before you realized:

wait! stop! he’s trying to get you to forget about throwing these books out! you thought suddenly, crossing your arms as you stared at the pile, trying to figure out how to approach the situation

“you cannot distract me. we are going through this mound and you will be getting rid of something today.” you ordered, seeing his shoulders drop in defeat as he nodded solemnly, but accepting his fate without any arguments. thank god for that

you two bent down and organized all the books into categories. popular photography instruction guides, creative advice columns, and all his past art textbooks kazunari couldn’t sell were put into a seperate group because luckily, they were relevant to his art school

things like old newspapers with funny comics were recycled (you refused to let kazunari read them in fear of invoking some form of nostalgia) (also because he had the whackiest sense of humor ever and would die laughing)

it was going well, until you reached the thickest photo books of them all (you had almost forgotten what you and kazunari’s school mascot was)

but unsurprisingly, kazunari had every single yearbook from each year of his education all the way until his last year in high school piled high to his chest

even he looked somewhat shocked from his mass accumulation from his teen years

“ah! i’m so old now~ look at all this! what else can i do except die?!” kazunari dramatically flopped onto his bed, tired of lifting so much weight. hey! his arms weren’t meant for exercise, he was a painter!

lifting his head to see you were distracted from alphabetically sorting the first section lovingly dubbed, “art shit”, kazunari mischeviously grinned as he leaned down to snatch a random yearbook

flipping to a random page, kazunari smiled as he realized it was the first time he ever met you back in elementary

kazunari sang your name as he sat upwards, having a shit–eating look on his face as he started swinging his legs back and forth

oh no, he was up to something no good, you knew it but humored him anyways

“yes, kazu?” you turned your line of sight to the most horrible picture possible: you with the ugliest haircut in the entire world with kazunari’s black hair taking up the entire photo as you two sheepishly smiled for the camera. it was not a proud moment

okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad, you just couldn’t help but shriek at the sight of your hair

“oh my god! you can’t just jumpscare me like that!” you laughed despite yourself. you knew you had to be serious and focused on decluttering, but one look at your past made you remember all the good times before so–called “adulthood”

“look at your hair!” you cackled, reaching up to playfully yank at his mullet as he yelped and lightly smacked your hand away. rubbing the back of his neck, kazunari huffed childishly and pouted like he was back in his youth

“come on! this was the pinnacle moment i realized, i should not be a hair dresser.” kazunari commented, making you remember how you just let a random 8–year–old boy waddle up to you with safety scissors and advertise his salon business like a professional

(yes, you bought into it right away. your teacher had a heart attack when she saw you with a majority of your hair on the floor and kazunari keeping small talk like an actual hair stylist)

thinking back after the haircut incident, you weren’t allowed to chat with the funny class clown anymore as you were forced to wear a hat every day

(it was either that or go completely bald to fix the job kazunari did to your head)

it wasn’t until you received a very creative and colorful apology letter with tons of sad faces drawn with waxy crayons that you snuck out to play with him on the swings in recess

“i can’t believe we became friends because i wanted free hair cuts for the rest of my life.” you added, staring at the picture with a sense of nostalgia. you kinda got where kazunari was coming from, memories were fun to look at every once and a while

at least, eleven years worth of memories after being inseperable from that moment forward

(maybe, you should’ve held onto it, you thought, not knowing that would be the first of many art pieces you would be gifted by him)

kazunari knew he won. excited, he dropped down to lay on his stomach as you leaned against the bed, watching as he thumbed through the pages with ease, leaning his head on yours comfortably

it was rare to find kazunari quiet, he must’ve been like this all the time when going through his stuff, you thought, at peace for once

lazily smiling, kazunari put his finger against your yearbook pictures as he reminisced on the past. something about everyone ever in your grade, how kazunari knew everyone and had a special memory with each person, no matter how big or small

“—and here, the teacher somehow caught a pic of us swinging wayyy too high for kids our age!” kazunari laughed, breaking your train of thought as you snickered at the absolute joy radiating from both your faces as you two competed to see who could reach the clouds

(kazu won. you fell off right after and had to get picked up from your parents after badly scraping your knee. it took another sorry letter and art of you two holding hands with a heart for your parents to forgive kazunari)

“let’s go back.” you interrupted him, making him sit up confused as you swung your keys out from your back pocket. it didn’t take any convincing for kazunari to nod right away and took the elementary yearbook into his arm

you two only had to exchange a secret look before formulating a plan to sneak out, leaving music on from kazunari’s speakers to act like kazunari was still cleaning

you two giggled amongst yourselves before clambering into your car, speeding off and laughing loudly from your successful getaway. the manager was none the wiser!

during the short car ride, you and kazunari played your favorite mixtape of all time

(“you kept this?!” kazunari yelled, giddily bouncing up and down from excitement when he discovered the mixtape stash)

he slipped the disc in as you two yelled along to childhood favorites with the windows rolled down, letting the entire neighborhood know the best duo were back in town

(seriously, there were so many you stashed away in your glove department. all labeled in sharpie with compelling titles connected to the inside jokes only you two found funny)

arriving at the destination, you two exited the vehicle to see the play pen was abandoned as the teaching staff went home for the day

the sun was setting and it felt like the playground was in another rift of time as you approached it, hearing the weak movement of the swings going back and forth on their own. you sat down, holding onto the chains. you hadn’t been back ever since you graduated. it hadn’t changed at all

kazunari opened the elementary yearbook back to the original page, pulling out his tripod and phone he always had on hand in his backpack as he set it up right across the swing set

“what are you doing?” you inquired, tilting your head as he fumbled around pressing different buttons and filters too complex for you to remember

looking up, kazunari grinned as he set a timer for 10 seconds before sprinting back to the swing next to you

“swing contest right now! i bet i could swing higher than you ever could!” kazunari challenged childishly, quickly kicking his legs for the momentum. you narrowed your eyes, refusing to lose as you two laughed over the sound of his phone taking a burst of photos

you realized what he was doing. he was re–creating your memories together

but you turned to look at him and your heart skipped a beat. you never remembered him looking this, different, in the purple lighting. for a flashing moment, you swore you saw the silhoutte of his black–haired, child self sit next to you before you blinked and saw him. kazunari was the same, just older now

you slowed down your swing by dragging your sneakers against the wood chipped ground. you grabbed both the swings’ chains to hold them together

you didn’t want to live in the past anymore. you wanted to grow up with him, too

“what—” kazunari started, matching your pace before being cut off by your lips against his, the phone going off for one last time

you pulled yourself in close enough just to smile. he smelled the exact same as he did when he discovered cologne for the first time. he never changed

you pulled away first even if he tried leaning forward for more, like he was waiting all these years just for that one moment. like he saw you in the same light, too

“i wanted to do that for years.” you confessed, watching as he took your hand carefully, like he was afraid you were going to leave. for once, he didn’t know what to do, which face to show

“me too...” kazunari agreed, seemingly speechless before straightening his back, like he was about to run away. the hair on your neck stood up, what was he about to do?

“i promise i won’t cut your hair anymore, unless?” kazunari winked dramatically, mimicking the shape of scissors with his fingers as he tried snipping at your hair

he laughed as you shoved him with all your might, hopping off the swing to chase him throughout the school parking lot

now this was a memory kazunari would never throw away, no matter what

(no one thought the two of you escaped until kazunari posted the pics on his instagram, both of you getting a scolding from sakyo this time)

(busted!)

[deathsteel]

30 day fanfic challenge

Prompt #13 -Regret

“Fuck”, Dean muttered, scrubbing at the dark ink curving over his collarbone with a washcloth. 

It hurt like a bitch, the skin red and inflamed and raw like he was scrubbing over a sunburn. But, damnit, Dean was NOT going to keep looking at the name of his ex-fucking-girlfriend tattooed right over his heart like some damn fool. 

Last night was supposed to be their 5 year anniversary, but instead Dean had gotten drunk alone at the divest dive bar to ever exist while looking at pictures of Lisa on her honeymoon on Instagram. They’d gone on to Jamaica, how lame. Dean would have taken her to see the Northern lights, kissed her in a forest, and climbed to the top of a mountain to declare to the world how much he loved her. In his hungover state, Dean spitefully hoped that Lisa and Benny got rained on the whole time they were there. 

So yea, Dean was out a best friend and a girlfriend all in one fateful night two years ago. He didn’t even really know why he hadn’t unfollowed the two of them on Instagram yet. Sam said it was because he liked to torture himeself, but Dean had just thought of it as him playing the long game until Lisa was single again. He’d had the tattoo for two and a half years and it served as a constant, daily reminder of how shitty one Dean Winchester was at relationships. 

“You should get that covered up,” his roommate Garth said, leaning nonchalantly in the doorway of the bathroom. 

Dean just groaned at the other man who looked annoyingly well-rested and continued to rub at the curling script even though he knew it wouldn’t make a lick of difference. He tried to avoid his own gaze in the mirror because he knew he looked like death warmed over and eventually just tossed the washcloth in the sink with a growl of frustration. 

“Really, man,” Garth continued, cheerful as ever even though Dean had brusquely pushed past him on the way out of the bathroom. “The guy that does all of my work, he’s great. He specializes in cover ups too! He did this trailing flower thing on Bess’s side to cover up the scar from her accident. It's pretty awesome.” 

Dean knew which of his girlfriend’s tattoos that Garth was talking about. Bess had worn a bikini last summer for the first time that Dean had known her and he’d seen the ink flowing gracefully down her ribcage. It had been lifelike and beautiful, dandelions both in bloom and as the white-tufted seeds clinging to delicate stems; waiting to turn into wishes. He hadn’t even noticed that Bess had a scar that the tattoo was covering up, but that was probably the point. 

He stormed towards his bedroom, mulling over the thought of going under the needle to cover up Lisa’s name on his skin. 

How much longer could he kid himself? Was it even healthy to continue to hope that he and Lisa would get back together? She was fucking married at this point, to Benny of all people! Benny was a good dude, the best dude. And Dean was scum for selfishly wanting them to split up. 

The little voice in Dean’s head that sounded an awful lot like Sam whispered that it was time to let go. 

“Garth!” Dean hollered, pulling a grey t-shirt roughly over his head and reaching for his discarded jeans from the night before. “You got the name of this tattoo guy?!”

~~

Ethereal Ink was in the up and coming part of town that all the locals snidely called ‘gentrified’. It was located in a refurbished furniture manufacturing plant that had one been the town’s pride and joy in the 60s and 70s, but it had since been updated and broken up into smaller subsections that housed the tattoo shop, a smoothie bar, and a hot yoga studio respectively. Dean grimaced at the sign for the empty space next to the tattoo shop that declared ‘Artisanal Cheese Shoppe Coming Soon!’ as he walked into the parlor before dropping his jaw open as he started at the flash adorning the walls around him. 

It was unlike any tattoo shop he had seen before, which granted he had only seen the one when he had initially gotten the ‘Lisa’ tattoo and it had been much seedier than the shop he stood in now. One of the walls of the shop was painted with a sweeping solar system, glowing in hyperrealistic color and scale, the stars and constellations radiating vibrantly against the starkly painted navy hue of the wall itself. A second wall was swathed in plaques and trophies, proudly displayed showing the triumphs and accolades of the shop’s employees. 

The remaining two walls showcased lovingly framed flash art and pictures, but it didn’t look like the kind that someone could just pick off the wall and request to have put on their bodies. No, the placement of it looked purposeful. Arranged artistically and clustered into themes, the art seemed to capture the personalities of the people who drew them. 

Dean noticed that the artists Anna seemed to prefer portrait art of people and pets, keeping mostly to a black and white color scheme. Hannah, on the other hand, used bright colors and worked in a style that reminded Dean of old sailor tattoos. Billie seemed to favor a tribal, geometric style, and Jess appeared to be the shop’s resident piecer since her cluster was artfully taken photo close-ups of healed piercings. But the last group of artwork, infuriatingly unsigned, seemed to be a marriage of realism and storybook illustrations. There was something arrestingly lifelike in the drawing of a fox posed among vibrantly pink wildflowers and playful in the drawing of a rocketship taking flight. Dean liked all of the artwork, but these caught his attention, these made his hands itch to reach out and touch. 

“You my two o’clock consult?” A femenine voice asked causing Dean to spin around and face the counter that separated the awards from the rest of the store. A dark skinned woman with riotously curly hair and tattooed arms revealed by her black tank top leaned comfortably on her arms against the glass top of the counter. 

"Yea," Dean replied, putting on a charming smile. "You Cas?"

“No,” the woman said flatly, unfolding her arms to reveal twisting dark tribal tattoos going up the inside until they disappeared under her top. “I’m Billie. Cas is sick and I’m the next best at cover ups.”

Dean tried not to be disappointed, Cas must be who the unsigned artwork belonged too and it was much more intriguing than the stark tribal pieces the woman seemed to favor.

It must have shown on his face though, “You can reschedule with him in about a week or so,” Billie offered. “He has the flu, so he shouldn’t be out longer than that. But Cas said you sounded pretty eager to get this done in your email so he asked me to see you.”

 “Cool, well.” Dean floundered, not wanting to appear ungrateful because really, he wanted this fucking name off of his body like yesterday. “Uh...where do we start?”

“Come back to my office and show me what I’m working with,” Billie said, gesturing to the hallway that led behind the counter and deeper into the store before heading that way herself. 

Dean followed quickly and was led into a doorless office that contained a padded, reclining tattooing chair, a very large tool chest that was covered in stickers, and even more art featuring tribal tattoos on the walls. 

“So where is this no doubt beautiful work that you want to get covered up?” Billie asked blandly, taking a seat on a small rolling stool that had been tucked into the corner. 

“On my chest,” Dean answered, perching on the tattoo chair before he hooked a finger in the collar of his shirt and tugged it down to reveal the inked skin in question. “It’s just the name of an ex and well…”

“Hey, no shame,” Billie said, leaning forward to study the ink. “We all do dumb stuff for love, right?”

Dean shrugged and let out a puff of air through his nose in amusement. It was nice not to be made to feel like a tool for getting a dumb tattoo.

“Can’t say I’ve ever gotten a person’s name put on me though…”Billie mused, pulling out her cell from her back pocket. “Mind if I take a few reference pictures? So I can make sure my sketch actually covers the old ink?”

“Sure,” Dean replied, feeling like a moron again. He should’ve never gotten this tattoo, even Lisa had thought it was dumb when he’d shown her.

“Can you take your shirt off for me?” 

“Um...yea?” Dean said hesitantly, reaching back to pull the shirt over his head. 

“Don’t be shy,” Billie replied, her phone audibly clicking as she snapped a few pictures of Dean’s newly revealed torso and shoulders. “This way I’ll know how much room I have to work with. Plus you’re not my type.” 

“Oh,” Dean laughed nervously. “Not enough muscles?”

“Not enough tits,” Billie replied with a smirk, winking at him before snapping another picture and sliding her phone away. “But I’m sure there are lots of people who would appreciate your physique just the way it is. You can put your shirt back on now.”

Dean smiled to himself as he did just that; he had never been one to turn down a compliment from anyone, even if they weren’t interested in more than just admiring for aesthetic reasons. 

“So what are you thinking as far as design?” Billie asked, taking her seat back on her stool. 

“Well…” Dean started before hitting a proverbial brick wall. He really hadn’t thought beyond just wiping Lisa’s name off of his body. “I’m open to suggestions?”

Billie just raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you alway this impulsive when it comes to putting something permanent on your body?” 

Dean just waved his hands in a helpless gesture and put on what he hoped was a charming smile. Based on Billie’s expression it didn’t really work as well as it typically did. 

“Which art did you like the best out there?” Billie asked, smiling when Dean froze like a deer in headlights. “I saw you looking at Cas’s stuff? You like those flowers and nature things?” 

“Yea, but uh...yours are really great too,” Dean offered trying to backpedal his way out of inadvertently insulting his tattoo artist. 

Billie just waved away Dean’s compliment with a grin, “I know my stuff is not everyone’s cup of tea. I can see the appeal in the Cas’s pretty stuff.”

Dean wanted to protest that the prettiness of the other artist’s work had very little to do with why he liked it, but honestly it was pretty and Dean was comfortable enough with his masculinity to admit that he liked flowers sometimes. Especially after all of that therapy he did after his and Lisa’s breakup. 

“Listen,” Billie continued, entirely unaware of Dean’s inner monologue. “This is just a consult, we’re not getting married. If you like the flowers, I can forward these pics onto Cas and he can work something up for you.”

Dean gnawed on his lip for a second, ultimately deciding that another week or two with Lisa’s name on his body didn’t mean anything. Maybe he could just cover it up with some bandages or something. He nodded in agreement and moved to get to his feet. 

“That settles it then,” Billie said, getting to her feet and leading Dean back towards the front of the shop. “But, let me get your contact info so Cas can reach out once he’s back to schedule with you.”

“No prob,” Dean replied, jotting down his cell number and email address for Billie before giving her a little salute and bidding farewell. 

~~

 The first text came the next afternoon. 

“What is your favorite color?” Unknown Number 1:47pm

Dean stared at his phone incredulously for a minute before shrugging and typing in ‘Red’ and hitting send. 

It had been a slow day at work, maybe this was one of those call/text your number neighbor things going around again. 

“What is your star sign?” Unknown Number 3:20pm

‘Aquarius,’ Dean replied, feeling bold. ‘What’s urs?’

‘Leo,’ Unknown Number replied a few minutes later, followed quickly by, ‘Favorite flower?’

Dean smirked to himself as he thumbed out a reply, ‘Chocolate sunflower.’ 

‘Opportunity’ Unknown Number 3:42pm

‘Huh?’ Dean replied back. 

‘Chocolate sunflowers symbolize opportunity,’ Unknown Number answered. ‘I like proteas, myself.’

A quick google search taught Dean that proteas symbolized change and hope; he decided to share this newfound knowledge with his mystery text buddy. 

He earned a photo in return. It was just a picture of a blooming flower, one which Dean now knew to be a protea, inked onto a forearm that was corded in sinewy muscle and ended in a long-fingered masculine hand. Dean noted the ink smudges on the tips of the index and thumb, the fine, dark hairs dusting the skin around the tattoo, and the freckle on the edge of the palm of the hand. 

‘I was thinking of a bouquet,’ Unknown Number shared. ‘Something big to cover up that name on your chest. I’ll send some sketches along shortly.’

Dean swallowed hard, realizing that he had been flirting with his tattoo artist via text. His apparently inked and muscled and weirdly nerdy tattoo artist.

 If asked he would deny stalking the tattoo shop’s instagram until the day he died, but it was in a picture simply captioned ‘#flowerboy’ that Dean managed to find a picture of the elusive Cas. The Cas who would be covering up the name of Dean’s ex-girlfriend. The Cas who had probably seen shirtless pictures of Dean courtesy of Billie. The Cas who was practically the walking embodiment of all of Dean’s wet dreams that featured a male counterpart. 

He groaned into a pillow for a little bit, questioning all of his life choices, before beginning to feel better. Dean had a lot of regrets, but bailing on this tattoo would not be one of them. This could be an opportunity for something. A change that he needed. Hope for something more with a cute guy who had the swoonest arms that Dean had seen in a long time. 

And yea, he did swoon. Just a little. 

[subatomiccherry]

Sculpting

Pairing: All Might (Toshinori Yagi) x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: None

Words: 1172

Summary: With Valentines day soon arriving, you work on your gift to Toshinori.

 Sculpting

           Being a hands-on artist was not something to sneeze at, you thought to yourself as yet another splatter of clay makes its way onto your face. Having to deal with messy things on the daily, trying, sometimes in vain, to get something to take the shape or form you want it to.

           Today was one of those days where your medium was not cooperating in the slightest. Clay was fairly easy to work with at times, but it was often finicky, and seemed to rely on the weather, the hour of the day, and whether you had seen a chicken that month or not. A groan of frustration leaves your lips and you smush the clay down into a ball for the fourth time.

           Valentines day was fast approaching, and you had wanted to do something special for the hero in your life. All Might, known more to you as Toshinori Yagi had been a part of your life for a little longer than three years now, though you had only been a couple for a little longer than a year. It took a while for you both to muster up the courage to do something about your feelings. Toshi was the one who took initiative and asked you out via a cute handwritten note in an All Might themed bento box on your desk. A few halting dates had happened, each interrupted with fans and invasive reporters who wanted the scoop on why the prestigious hero was going out with a small unknown such as yourself.

           Outings turned into quiet nights at home. Either surrounded with takeout or something homemade, your dates were full of card games, movies, or just talking about anything and everything. It was comfortable and didn’t feel forced in the slightest. Of course, it was quite a shock when the hulking man beside you turned into a skeletal sight right in the middle of a particularly hard laughing fit. His frantic gestures didn’t exactly calm your racing heart, especially when you saw him wiping away blood from his mouth. A reluctant explanation came from him, but he was reassured due to your calm urgings that this did nothing to your feelings for him, except maybe increase them.

           Enough dwelling on the past though. Your tongue stuck out slightly as your concentration was trained on getting the pose of the sculpture just right. Your quirk was usually helpful towards your work. Named Lutumkinesis, your quirk gave you the ability to manipulate clay or similar materials. If your focused hard enough on the image of what you wanted to create. Due to your scatterbrained nature however, it was difficult to channel into your creations.

           Today was decidedly more difficult as your mind kept constantly switching between images that you wanted to represent in one piece of art. You had the idea about a week ago, after having gone to the store for more materials. The hobby store that you frequented sold many different models of heroes in a variety of poses, styles, and colors. The All Might collection was vast, of course. Having stopped to look through them one day, you had a sudden thought. So many All Mights, and yet barely anyone knew the true man behind the symbol. Inspiration struck you. An avid purchaser of his own merch, Toshinori was the first to know about a new product. This one however, you would have to slip past his radar.

           “Steady… steady...” You murmured to yourself, channeling your quirk into the clay, making it rise and fold into the shape you wanted. Hardening it with a breath, you sat back and looked at the figure of the true Toshinori Yagi standing upon your worktable. The figure was staring off into the distance, a small smile on its face. Hands were tucked into pockets, and the whole figure overall seemed to radiate peace and relaxation. You gave yourself a moment of victory before downing another energy drink and reaching for your paints.

             Valentines day was upon everyone and you eagerly awaited that knock on your door. The finished figurine sat wrapped in a box on your coffee table, along with two cups of tea. You heart jumped when the knock rang out from your door and you nearly tripped in your haste to answer it. “Hi Toshi!” you greeted the smiling man before you. “Hello dear,” Toshi pulls you into a hug, and you melt into him, breathing in the scent of just him. Pulling away somewhat reluctantly, you usher him inside and towards the couch. “Dear, what’s this on the table?” He asks, noticing the wrapped box. “It’s your Valentines day gift Toshi,” You chirp, handing him his tea. The silence stretches between you two.

           “… Oh, thank you my love! You truly didn’t have to get me anything.” He sputters out, sweating.

           You observe this silently, eyebrow raised at his sudden antsy movements. It hits you suddenly and you giggle, causing him to look at you with alarm. “You forgot that it was Valentines day, didn’t you?” you ask, clutching your sides with mirth. The anxiety seems to leave him in a rush, and he slumps back. Looking at you with smile-crinkled eyes, he chuckles along with you. “I’m so sorry. Young Midoriya has been taking most of my attention lately, so the days have slipped by my attention.”

           Sitting beside him, you take a sip of your tea. “It’s alright Toshi, I understand. But I do want you to see your gift.” He nods and brings the box to his lap. His long fingers gingerly peel away the wrapping paper and open the package. Silence stretches between you again as he lifts out the forearm sized figure of himself. You glance at his face to see it blank, and you start to worry silently. What if you made the wrong assumption about what he would like?

           A small gasp leaves your lips as you see a tear slide down his cheek. “Toshi...” you whisper, laying a hand on his leg. “I’m sorry if its not something you like... You don’t have to keep it if you don’t- “

“No,” he cuts you off. He turns to you, tears sliding down in earnest now. “I love it. You never cease to amaze me, my love. In all my years, “-You let out a small scoff at that- “No one has ever thought to truly capture me in this way.” You smile, a few tears of your own escaping. He fully pulls out the figurine now, showing delicate painting with minute details that truly capture the softness and sharp edges of the man you love.

           He gently places it on the coffee table before pulling you onto his lap for a searing kiss that takes your breath away. Pulling back, breathless, he gazes into your eyes with pure adoration. You blush, “If that’s the reaction I’ll always get, I guess I’ll have to make more.” He chuckles deeply, pulling you close to him and in for another kiss.

_________________________

And there we go! I know Valentines day isnt for a few more days but I had the idea and wanted to get it out. I hope you enjoyed!

I’m still open for requests! Go visit my requests posts to see what i’ll write for and send me a message! Love you all!

[almostkoo]

60 Minutes

 pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 4.3k

summary: reader gets dragged to a party where they get a drink spilled on them, makes some friends along the way and spends time discussing conspiracy theories with a cute music major

warnings: language 🤡

a/n: so this is my first piece of writing I’m putting out there (no worries I plan on getting better) I’ve had this written up since late august it honestly took me a long time to post because I was nervous but I overcame that because I wanted to share this with the internet I hope you guys enjoy this it’s just simple. go easy on me !! hope you all enjoy !!

                                                         The atmosphere of the party was dark and muggy. Neon light decorations lined the walls of the mini mansion as you looked quickly over all of the various faces jumping up and down to the music . You held tightly to your friend Naomi’s side a little anxious at what the night had to offer.

“Loosen up a bit it’s gonna be a fun night!” Naomi yelled over the loud music , a newer song you wasn’t familiar of yet. Your eyes quickly linked with each others, hers radiating happiness and excitement while yours most likely radiated slight fear.

Parties were not your thing at all.

 Since starting college you ended up isolating yourself, there on a full ride with everything to lose it didn’t allow you to engage in all of the fun rites of passages that came with college. But here you were with Naomi at the end of the semester before break, everyone celebrating being done with finals . The call of your name broke you from your thoughts.

“Did you hear me at all? Loosen up !” She emphasized by grabbing your shoulders and shaking them hard. “It’s just one party. One night.”

“I don’t know about this.” You said eyes scanning over the party, you could tell that some people were obviously intoxicated, sweaty bodies all over each other, hair clinging to their foreheads as many of them had the same trademark look of euphoria plastered on their face.

 Naomi dragged you out of your shared dorm on the second to last Friday before break started. You stood there looking into her eyes awkwardly shuffling back and forth feeling uncomfortable at the loud noise in the party.

“It’s just a party, how many times do I have to say it. Look give it a hour, mkay? If you’re still not having fun we’ll go back to the dorm get comfy, order a pizza and we’ll watch some Criminal Minds?” she asked with a raised brow, she could tell you didn’t have to contemplate the offer.

“Just an hour?” you leaned in.

“Just an hour.”

“Naomi, I swear if you’re lying I’m going to take all of your stuff and throw it-“

“Hey now what are two beautiful ladies such as yourselves doing bickering at a party?” A voice interrupted your rant. You turned your attention to the sound of the voice and there he stood Jeon Jungkook. He ran a hand through his black hair that he had been growing out (which had been making all the girls go mad along with the fact he was one of the star football players on the college’s team) dressed in all black, the color subtly complimenting his muscular figure. He had two drinks in his hands offering them to you. Naomi happily took hers while you hesitated sniffing the cup, inhaling the strong scent of cheap liquor before opting to just hold the red solo cup.

“If you need refills they’re in the corner of the room.” the young man smiled.

“I’m trying to bring my roommate out here to have a good time. Jungkook have you met her?” Naomi asked. Jungkook’s wide eyes ran over your figure, not in a bad way but more as to see who you were.

“Nope! Haven’t seen her “Jungkook turned back to you “are you a freshman?” Disgust washed over your features as he placed you well below where you actually were.

“God no! I’m a junior.” Naomi and Jungkook chuckled at your reaction.

“And I’ve never seen you around... what’s your name?” Jungkook asked, offering you a hand to shake. You introduced yourself.

“That’s a pretty name.” He smiled. “Well if you didn’t know I’m Jeon Jungkook, student by day star athlete by night.” He gave you and Naomi a prideful superhero pose flexing his biceps that you could see very well through the long sleeved shirt he wore.

“Jungkookie !” a voice yelled. Jungkook cringed slightly at the use of his nickname. A smaller boy with pink parted hair stumbled up to him. Before he started conversing with Jungkook he looked over you and Naomi, small brown eyes suddenly lighting up in recognition at your roommate, full lips curled around a smile spreading across the young man’s soft features.

“Naomi!”

“Jimin!”

 The boy, Jimin removed his hand which had been clinging to Jungkook’s arm to fling his around Naomi, enveloping her in a hug. You and Jungkook shared a confused look with one another . They removed themselves from the hug.

“Jungkookie this is the lovely girl I was telling you about from my dance class last semester!” He beamed. Jimin and Naomi shared huge megawatt smiles.

“I told you about Jimin right?” Naomi asked, locking eyes with you. You searched over Jimin’s features as if a hint of recognition would come to you from trying to remember Naomi talking about him to you.

“Noooooo” you said, it almost coming out like a question “I don’t think I recall.”

Jimin let out a loud whine, as he playfully hit Naomi’s arm.

“You didn’t tell her about the best dance partner you’ve had? Naomi, how could you do this?” He laughed.

“I swear I told her about you ! It’s not my fault she doesn’t remember !” She laughed. You chuckled at the interaction going on between the two.

“Jimin what did you need? Are we running out of drinks or something?” Jungkook asked, turning his attention to the boy. Jimin shook his head.

“Seokjin is here and he’s asking for the rent.” Jimin said .

“The rent ? Now ?” Jungkook sighed.

“Wait Seokjin ? Like Kim Seokjin ? Tall? Broad shoulders and plush lips?” Naomi asked. You could see panic wash over her and it confused you.

“Who’s Seokjin ?” You asked.

“Jungkookie ! Jimin !” Yet another voice called out, joining the conversation. A taller young man yelled. Jungkook’s shoulders slumped as he let out a sigh. He came up behind Jungkook and Jimin as he placed his hands on the both of their shoulders. Seokjin was up to par with Naomi’s quick description. Broad shoulders complimented by a small waist, and full pink lips composed into a smirk. He wore a loose blue button down and fitted black jeans. His eyes locked with Naomi’s as she mumbled something under her breath that sounded a lot like “fucking asshole” as she took a swig from her cup.

“My dear Naomi, how have you been?” Seokjin asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“Fine.” Naomi said, cutting him short. You and Jungkook along with Jimin shared looks of confusion again.

“We’ll have to talk later I’ve missed you.” He said. Naomi rolled her eyes. “So Jungkook where’s the rent ?”

Jungkook swallowed hard, eyes darting to Jimin as he stared at the ground playing with the sleeves of the hoodie he wore.  

“Seokjin aren’t your parents like millionaires why do you need our money ? Especially at a party.” Jungkook responded, annoyed.

“Well” Seokjin cleared his throat “money is money I need it for my.... extra curricular activities and why not swing around to this amazing party my two tenants are throwing? Free booze and food? Can’t possibly pass that up.”

“Our food isn’t for you-“

“We’ll have the money tomorrow.” Jimin said, cutting Jungkook off before he could rip Seokjin a new one. His eyes burned holes into Jimin’s face as he smiled at Seokjin who returned the look. Jimin looked at Jungkook’s face noticing the very angry expression on it and quickly turned to leave with Jungkook hot on his heels.

“So Naomi? Can we talk?” Seokjin asked, reaching out for Naomi’s hand. She rolled her eyes and after looking at him for a few seconds she sighed, whole demeanor changing. Her eyes softened at him with a slightly reluctant smile appearing on her face.

“Sure. Come on Jin let’s talk.” The use of a nickname confused you even further. What were they to each other?

“You’re gonna be okay right ? I don’t wanna leave you alone but Jin and I really need to talk .” Naomi asked.

“No it’s not problem. I just gotta hang in for a hour and it’s pizza and Criminal Minds.” You said with a light chuckle. Naomi blew you a kiss dramatically as Seokjin gently pulled her away.

 Looking down at the red solo cup in your hand. Swirling around the clear alcohol in the cup you opted to go to the drinks table. Holding the cup close to you as you made your way through the swarm of people dancing .

  By the time you made your way to the back of the large room half the cup had spilled out on the floor. Your eyes scanned over the table looking over the various bottles on the table. A bottle of Jack, vodka, something fruity &  colorful and then finally tequila. You eyed the solo cup in your hand one last time smelling the drink before deeming it safe. You swallowed the remnants of the cup, before your face scrunched up in disgust. You picked up the bottle of tequila, smacking your lips in an attempt to rid your mouth of the foul taste of the liquor. You aimed the bottle over the cup watching the amber colored liquor flow when unexpectedly another body crashed into you causing the cup to splashing all over your light denim jacket and top.

“Dude, what the hell?” You yelled.

 Anger rolled off of you in waves as you looked for the catalyst of this unfortunate event. Your eyes connected with the stranger, alert brown orbs met yours as you had to somewhat tilt your head to scowl at the boy who gave you a goofy dimpled smile.

“I am so sorry !” He exclaimed, frantically looking around for anything to clean you off as you caught a stain almost mirroring the one on your jacket on his white shirt & blue hoodie.

“What the hell is wrong with you ? Bumping into people like that?” You asked, annoyed remembering why you wanted to stay in your dorm in the first place.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you standing there. It was a accident !” He apologized. He ran his hand through his platinum colored hair. “I just came to grab a drink for me and my friends and I got shoved, look I’m very sorry.” You sighed, this stranger was lucky he was cute or you probably would’ve splashed whatever was left in the solo cup in his face.

“It’s whatever you’re clearly drunk I can’t even be mad at least someone’s having a good time here.” You allowed the end of the sentence to tread off quietly. The tall boy let out a loud laugh.

“What could possibly be so funny ? I’m standing here smelling like cheap tequila because some big oaf bumped into me. Hardee-har-har.” You said.

“The stain on your shirt looks like a horse.” He laughed, taking the bottle of tequila out or your hand. “it was just a accident it’s just liquor it’ll come out. No worries.”

“This is denim I’ll probably have to scrub it with freaking oxy clean or something. You must be used to messing up stuff to be this lax about accidents, stranger.” Another sigh left you . Just hang in there for a hour. You reminded yourself, leaving the boy to walk down the closest hallway, abandoning the loud music in a attempt to find a bathroom to at least dampen the jacket to get the stain out.

“I’ll have you know I have a name!” The boy called from behind you “didn’t your mother teach you to not talk to strangers anyways ?”

“I don’t want to know your name !” You called over your shoulder, shrugging off the jacket.

“Wait!” The boy caught up with you just as you found the bathroom . He rested a hand on your bare shoulder as you chose to wear a pastel tank top under the jacket.

“What do you want now ? You wanna mess up my shirt even more?” You asked, irritation lacing your words.

“Can I at least put the jacket in the cleaners for you ? It’s the least I can do for ruining your night.” He smiled again, flashing his dimples. You rolled your eyes.

“Sure whatever I’ll find you around campus before break starts you better keep your word.”

“I am a man of my words ma’am.” He said, placing his hand over his heart. A door opened up from a little further down the hall.

“Namjoon ! Where’s the booze? We’re dying in here!” A deep voice bellowed into the hallway followed by a head peeping out from a door, a huge white cloud emerged along with a boy. The yell caught the boy, Namjoon off guard causing him to yelp loudly which in turn caught you off guard making you flinch. The boy in the doorway had angelic features with a head of blue hair. His eyes widened as he saw the two of you, him noticing you were pressed against the door with Namjoon’s hand still resting on your shoulder. He raised a eyebrow, a smirk on his face making his features go from angelic to devilishly mischievous.

“Namjoonie we send you out for drinks and you come back with a snack.” He said, narrowing his eyes, checking you out. You rolled your eyes at the boys cheesy comment, noticing how glassy his eyes looked and you decided to pay him no mind.

“Taehyung, go back in the room I’ll be right there. I’m just helping out....” he trailed off looking at you realizing he didn’t even know your name. You finished his sentence giving him your name.

“You know I went to elementary with a girl with the same name.”

“Sure you did.” You said, forcing a smile.

“Joonie ! Hurry up!” Another voice called from inside of the room Taehyung was coming from.

“I’ll be right there.” Namjoon confirmed.

“Okay but can you please bring some snacks too, Hobi and I are actually dying in here.” Taehyung said, comically draping his forearm against his forehead with a frown.

“Fine. Now can you go back inside so I can finish helping this young lady out?”

“Okay. Okay. I’m leaving.” Taehyung said, closing the door behind him. Namjoon turned back to you .

“I already know your name so if you fall through on this dry cleaning promise I’m gonna hunt you down.” You joked. He smiled again at you.

“Sure you will.” He smiled, walking down the hallway. “Sorry again for the jacket!” He called. You walked into the bathroom wetting the jacket under the water attempting to scrub the tequila off the jacket. Once your were satisfied you rung it out. You looked out of the bathroom window seeing the side of a balcony. It seemed to be on the second floor. If you could get up there you could try to let the jacket air dry while you waited for Naomi.

 You left the bathroom finding the winding circular staircase and climbing it until you came to the doors that led to the balcony. Large, white framed doors were ajar allowing a breeze to blow the curtains back that were covering the doors windows . You stepped on the wide balcony, suddenly noticing a young man with jet black hair coordinating with the all black he wore was out there also, a bell shaped bottle of brown alcohol to the left of him. He seemed to be content in his solitude. You went to take a step back when he turned to face you, feline like eyes trained on your figure as you were caught attempting to leave resembling a dramatic cartoon.

“You’re more than welcome to stay out here if you want.” A baritone voice left the young man’s small frame.

“I-I didn’t want to come out here to interrupt you. To be outside alone at a party I assumed it was for a good reason.” You said, allowing yourself to relax.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“Some guy bumped into me spilling tequila all over my jacket, I tried to get the stain out I just wanted to let it air dry.” The young man turned back around to look at the dozens of stars  that adorned the night sky.

“Let me guess. Tall, blonde hair and a blue hoodie?”

 You sat down a few feet away from him on the big balcony carefully snaking your legs through the railing, kicking your feet just like the boy next to you was.

“How did you know that?” You questioned.

“Namjoon is a klutz. I figured you had to had ran into him when you said some guy.”

“Small world.” You mumbled, letting out what have to had been your hundredth sigh of the evening, you relaxed your shoulders allowing you to slouch a bit.

“Penny for your thoughts?” The boy asked.

“I really didn’t want to come to this party.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“So why come?”

“My roommate... she said she got tired of seeing me holed up in our dorm, she heard that Jeon Jungkook was throwing a party so here I am.” You said. The small boy made a noise. You turned to him seeing that he had been looking at you the whole time.

“What?” You asked.

“Hard to miss out on the party of the century huh ?”

“This ?” You scoffed, seeing the young man give you a gummy smile. “my high school had better parties than this.”

“You don’t really seem like the party type.”

“Neither do you Mr. balcony man.”

“My friends made me come out too. They say I stay in my dorm too much” He gave a sigh of his own, reaching for the bottle of alcohol and taking a swig. “ ‘Yoongi, stop staying in your dorm all day’, ‘Yoongi, make sure you get something to eat’ ,’Yoongi, come talk to someone’. Sometimes I just prefer to be alone.”

“I understand that. Naomi is the same way.”

“Seokjin’s girlfriend, Naomi?” Yoongi questioned. Your mind went blank. If Naomi had a boyfriend she would have mentioned it . Right ?

“Girlfriend? Naomi?” You answered, but it sounded like a question.

“Aren’t they together?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I don’t think they might be either.”

 You and Yoongi looked at each other and then starting laughing. You looked back up at the sky, a million thoughts running through your mind.

“Yoongi?” You asked, hoping he wouldn’t mind you calling him by his name although he hadn’t formally introduced himself. He glanced at you.

“Do you think aliens are real?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows scrunched up at the question, seemingly confused at the sudden random question.

“Uh” he trailed off, eyebrows unscrunched and raised slightly, mouth agape. You could see the cogs turning in his mind. “Probably not.”

 You gasped in slight shock.

“How come?”

“Why would there be?”

“Why wouldn’t there be?”

“Haven’t they conducted all different types of tests and sent rovers to Mars? Something would have came up by now? NASA would have like put out a public notice or something right?”

“The government faked the moon landing why would they tell us if there was life on other planets?” You responded.

“The government did not” Yoongi trailed off again “they definitely faked the moon landing. I still don’t think there’s life on other planets.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why would we just be the only things out there we’re creatures of a plain design.”

“True but so are fish.” He laughed.

“That made no sense whatsoever.” You laughed too.

“I might be drunk.”

“Might be?”

“I am.” He laughed again but this time a little harder than before. You looked over at Yoongi seeing how his dark eyes shined under the moonlight and somehow that same moonlight gave his skin a almost ethereal glow. Full cheeks allowed him to have a youthful look. He was truly a sight to behold.

“Why are you staring at me?” He reached for the bottle of liquor again. You felt a warm flush come over you in embarrassment as you realized you indeed had been staring at him.

“I uh-“ what’s the quickest lie you could come up with ? “I thought you had something in your hair. It must have been a trick of the light.” You said, quickly turning your head away from him. Looking down over the balcony seeing the various cars parked in front of the mini mansion and on the lawn. You knew that would ruin the grass. Party goers loitered outside talking loudly with hearty chuckles sprinkled in here and there. You heard Yoongi laugh on the side of you.

“What’s funny?” You asked. Seemed to be a night that was full of questions.

“You like conspiracy theories, huh?”

“Yeah” you shrugged “they keep life interesting I suppose.”

“Okay, how about this one? JFK’s assassination, thoughts?”

“Definitely two shooters. I don’t believe anything else. You call that a conspiracy theory? That’s weak.” You reached for his bottle, Yoongi’s eyes growing wide at your sudden assertiveness, he found himself studying your features as you took a sip of the liquor. But after this ... rowdy night you had you were in desperate need of a drink.

“Someone’s thirsty.” Yoongi mumbled.

You ignored him moving on to the question that popped into your head.

“I got one. MLK’s assassination, thoughts?”

“Oh, he got murdered in the hospital room. Isn’t that common knowledge?”

“You know about that?” You asked, surprised.

“Why wouldn’t I? I like conspiracies.”

“I don’t know not a lot of people know about that.”

“I’ve heard so much shit about conspiracies you wouldn’t even believe the half of it.” Yoongi shook his head.

“So what are you majoring in?” You asked, preferring to change the subject knowing the government was probably listening to your conversation through the cellphones you both owned.

“Music. What about you?”

“Business & Marketing. I couldn’t decide on anything else, so I decided to keep it simple.”

You and Yoongi looked back up at the sky. Eyes running over the seemingly endless amount of silver twinkling dots that stared right back at you two.

“So what type of music? What do you do like sing and play guitar or something?” You asked, earning another laugh from Yoongi.

“I make beats and um I rap.”

“YOU RAP?” You yelled, in shock. Yoongi’s narrow, cat like eyes bucked at the sudden increase of volume in your voice.

“Let me hear something.” You asked, turning around and resting your arms on your drying denim jacket so you could still face Yoongi as you two conversed.

“Oh no. The songs I make are for assignments. Not for personal listening.” He said, flatly. You tossed your hands up and shrugged against the ground.

“Well shut me up then. Maybe you’ll change your mind and I can hear some one day.” You laughed.

“Who knows? The future isn’t concrete. For now I just want to keep those kind of to myself.” He said, gazing back up at the stars. Yoongi humored you in the few moments you had spent with him. He seemed like a man of few words but with so many thoughts flowing around in his head. You found yourself staring at him again , taking in all of his features and yet again he caught your eyes.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” He asked with a smile.

So you lied again.

“I’m telling you it looks like it’s something in you hair. Maybe you shouldn’t have jet black hair and be out here with the moonlight making it glisten or something, like crunched up rock candy.” You grinned.

“Crunched up rock candy is sugar” He laughed, which made you laugh even harder.  “are you saying my hair.... is shiny ... like sugar?”

“Yeah Yoongi something like that.” You smiled. You both held each other’s gaze for a few moments, eyes darting around each other’s appearance, you found yourselves leaning in closer and closer ...

“Hey are you ready to go?” Naomi suddenly barged onto the balcony catching you and Yoongi inches away from each other. The two of you quickly pulled away from each other trying to play down the situation.

“Are we interrupting something?” Seokjin asked, from the side of Naomi. You could clearly see Naomi’s mauve lipstick faintly on the sides of his cheeks.

“Umh, no no not at all.” You said. Yoongi mumbling words over each other. Naomi smirked at the both of you. You quickly stood up along with Yoongi.

“We’ll be waiting out here.” Naomi smiled, her and Seokjin stepping out from the balcony.

“I am so sorry about that.” You apologized.

“It’s no problem.” Yoongi said, quietly.

“Maybe I’ll see you around. After all I have to get my jacket dry cleaned and you obviously know Namjoon right ? So I’ll see you.” You said.

“And you know Naomi and since I know Seokjin I’ll be seeing you around too.” He smiled.

“Wait. We should like exchange numbers or something right ?” You asked, hoping you weren’t being too forward.

“I was just about to ask.” He said, pulling out his phone. You both swapped phones, exchanging information.

“So I’ll see you.” You said.

“See you.” You stepped off the balcony, leaving Yoongi alone and returning to now Naomi and Seokjin. Naomi wrapped a arm around you and you all started down the stairs.

“So you hung in there for a hour?” She giggled.

“It’s already been a hour ?” You asked, nonchalantly.

“Yep and I see you made a new friend.” Naomi acknowledged. raising a eyebrow.

“I see you did too.” You said, playfully being defensive. You caught Seokjin smile at your comment.

“He’s not new.” Naomi said, in a hushed tone.

“And my jacket is damaged now I have to put it in the cleaners.” You said, with a frown.

“Sounds like someone does deserve pizza.”

“With extra cheese and don’t forget Criminal Minds too.” You grinned.

“You got it chief.” Naomi gave you a thumbs up. Your phone buzzed in your pocket you pulled it out seeing it was from a unknown number.

“Hey, I never caught your name.”