#also the older guy not knowing how to swim is kind of a cheap feel

[bethagain]

Ok but, I mean, does anyone else think Cassian Andor's kind of a Mary Sue?

[bad-thinking]

Zvezda (Russia, 2014)

This movie, directed by Anna Melikyan and released in 2014 I watched rather at random, totally did not get this as any sort of recommendation, instead recently am drawn to russian creations, and found this platform https://sovietmoviesonline.com that shared a great number of russian tv shows and movies. Browsing through that list, I found Zvenda, i.e. Star, drama comedy. Why not?

It is a rather peculiar movie. Totally not obvious.

It starts with a 15 years old girl, giving a performance, auditing for a role, in a place that looks kind of like school. She has a strange, to me, appearance, she is very skinny, which is also her complex, pale skin, colorful make up, light blue eyes. She dreams of being an actress. She does not sing well, no, it is not one of the stories, talent young girl, diamond lost in a crowd, that now just needs to be found and shown to the public. She does not have talent really. She appears also as selfish, very self absorbed, not noticing how others feel, focusing solely on her dreams. Her name is Masha. She lives in an apartment with dirty walls, rather not very pleasant conditions. We don't know where her parents are. She works as a sort of care taker of an elderly men, she walks his dog, buys groceries.

Throughout the whole movie she is mistreated, abused even, in a way. She allows all that for the sake of her dreams. I don't know where to start with that, there were so many scenes that puzzled me.

Even one of first scenes. She is on the stage and perform in front of that disgusting, obese man. She kid of dances, wants to prove she is flexible and she obviously made herself look all beautiful, nice dress, hair and make up. All in place. Man evaluates her, just sees her as a flesh. She says she can sing. He replies: Then undress and sing. And she literally takes her clothes off standing on that stage in a club and starts singing, embarrassed. He measures her and eventually says: Okay, you are in. And with that, she is happy. That was so inhumane, and objectifying. She works in that club as a kind of mermaid, swims in some weird pool of water, is a decoration, has that strange, cheap wig of a blue color. It turns she cannot even swim, almost drowns in that pool.

She is occupied with her appearance and as a kid undergoes several operations. She fixes her ears, boobs, lips and legs. She thinks she will not achieve her dreams looking the way she did. She objectified herself following the standards of beauty, she let herself be beaten as an actress, to just have a role. She did not seem to have a sense of worth on her own. She was a tragic character, at the same time she annoyed me immensely. There was that guy who was, for some reason, not known to me, in love with her. He was there for her whenever she needed, helped her with money for those operations, yet she kept rejecting him. We later know why, nevertheless my heart was aching watching that happening, and anger in me kept only growing towards her.

The whole idea of path of two so distinctive, and yet similar, characters intertwining was entertaining. Masha meets Rita. Rita is a whole another story. She is older, soon will marry a rich man, is surrounded by luxury, dressed in clothes of all the dreamy, according to Masha, clothes. She is vein. She can be loud, also takes a role, plays a performance in her life, pretends, she must be a perfect, beautifully looking woman. Also, she must appear as philanthropic or artistic.

She finds out she is sicks and she will die soon, there is no known cure for that disease. She breaks down in a club where Masha plays that ridiculous mermaid, jumps to her stupid pool, and then wakes up in the morning in Masha's apartment. They start to live together, after all, Rita does not have money on her own and apparently was completely relying on her to be husband, which is just terribly idiotic, I cannot comprehend that, she seems to be not that stupid, but see, what a surprise. He blocks her payment cards, he does not let her in to his house. She turns out to have nothing apart from her ridiculously expensive purse, dolce cabana shoes and fur / coat. Why did he do that though? That would be probably worth mentioning. He dumbs her when she says, while he was fucking her, that she has always felt nothing else than hate towards him. Well, I guess she had not much to loose, she is going to die soon. Why not a tiny dose of honesty, for a change. She does not seem to be good at predicting consequences though, couldn't she first figure out where she is going to take her money from before that honest moment? Whatever.

It is drama, but it was at the same time so damn hilarious. Maybe the plot was not that original. However the ambiguity of main character, Masha, her relation to others and overall humorous tone of the movie was truly engaging. I will not spoil it, describing what is happening later. Although I have almost typed it.

Masha has that vision board in her apartment. She places there all her dreams, what she wants or needs. Among others she has there a list of what she needs to change or improve in herself in terms of her appearance. With every new operation performed she crosses one line. With her new boobs she looks rather ridiculous, as she herself is very skinny and they seem to be just too big, and not to mention, fake. She makes her lips, they get swollen, she cries, that is funny, I laughed, although you can also see as a tragedy.

My overall impression after that movie was that she was superficial, vain and self centered, egoistic, not appreciating other people, using them for her own gain. She had a stupid dream, to be an actress and continue playing some role, basically not being herself. Why that annoys me so much? After all, in her song that she sings, so badly by the way, there are those words:

Sometimes I feel insecure,

From all the pain,

I feel ashamed.

She really wants to fulfill her dream. But is it really a dream? Or some sort of compensation? She wants to be a star, to shine, to be somebody, to achieve, perhaps? Actually, she does not explain much why she so much wants to become an actress. When I try to reach my empathy better, I see that goal not as a dream, but compensation. She lets herself being mistreated and abused, she treats herself as an object with all the alterations that she makes to her body. On the other hand she does not engage in any weird relations with other men. Although there is just that one scene when she makes out with someone in her dressing room, that by the way, sees a guy that likes and cares about her deeply. He wants to commit suicide after that, he failed, and tells her, and she seems to not even hear him, absorbed again in one of her dramas, that time it was I think swollen lips.

I would like to hear someone who has some affection towards her, because I continue seeing her as selfish. Maybe that is what I need a bit more for myself?

[bonny-kookoo]

Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance,  Smut duh

Wordcount: 5k (medium)

Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain't supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you'll miss the scene, honestly I didn't include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I'm done I think, wow mom I've sinned less than usual..

Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.

Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he's cute, so its fine. Probably.

Jungkook is floating.

He thinks about what lies above the waves, and cant think of anything he really finds interesting. The surface is littered in junk, in things humans leave behind without thinking twice about it. It's air is thick and stuffy, hard to breathe and never clear at all. It's crowded, with creatures who at the end of the day all look the same in his eyes. There's nothing exciting about the world people walk on.

Its boring, and dirty.

His own home is, compared to that, a kingdom radiating like the moon itself. It shines and sparkles, and harbors some of the most beautiful creatures ever to be found. He and his family, as well as everyone else, live in peace with nature down underneath the waves, existing side by side instead of trying to gain the upper hand all the time.

And he's reminded of the cruelty of man, when he finds himself caught in a net.

He's somehow made the fishermen drop it instead of pulling him up on their boat. But that doesn't mean he's free- he's still struggling with it, fighting it, but he cant rip it apart. All he does really, is tie the knots tighter, have them dig into his skin until spots are rubbed raw. He can't really swim anywhere at this point, gives up as he can see the last lights of his distant home fade into the distance.

Jungkook is floating.

He's slowly being led by the waves, by the love of wind and waters, as he closes his eyes. Its a pity, really; for a prince held so high to die by the mere hands of the poor, he thinks. It's upsetting him, very much so, but he takes it as it is. There's nothing he can do anyways, as he slowly comes into contact with the sand below. It washes him up onto short, the dry sand sticking to his body, waves pushing him higher and higher onto the ground.

He shivers, the cold outside air biting at his skin now unsheltered and defenseless.

He doesn't know how long he lays there.

But at some point, steps are heard on the sand. He keeps his eyes closed, doesn't care about what will happen next- he really just wants to have it be over by now, the ropes already painfully burning his skin at certain spots. He's sure theres sand in his wounds as something touches him- warm fingers, hesitant, and almost shy.

He keeps his eyes closed.

"My god, I hate humans.." You mutter under your breath, your voice hitting his ears, making him notice the way it sounds. He thinks it sounds very similar to some of his kind; sirens being blessed with voices sweet and enchanting. Maybe you were one of the strays who had decided to live on the surface for some reason? But your smell was entirely human, although much sweeter and pleasant than anyone he'd met before. And then, after a small short moment of pain-

He's free.

His arms flop to his side, and he breathes in deeply- finally able to fully move again. His eyes open, and adjust to the night for a moment, before they meet yours.

How interesting.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asks him, curious to what has gotten the young Siren so occupied. Typically, Jungkook would be watching the annual kingdom dances with at least some form of interest; even if it was just a glimpse of it, just to make his parents worry less about him misbehaving. But today, as the graceful dancers move around to the orchestra playing, the young prince is absolutely not there. At least not mentally. "Jungkook." The older one scolds, getting Jungkooks attention- his gaze hard and annoyed. "Please, young prince- at least try to pretend you're interested. This is after all part of our culture." He strategically uses his title as teasing- something which makes Jungkook snort without any fun.

"I really don't want to be here." He explains, and Jimin sighs. "I'd rather be at the surface.." He mumbles, being careful not to be too loud- but Jimin does pick it up, and so does his partner, Taehyung, next to him- now leaning a bit forward to hear better.

"Oh?" Jimin asks. "What could be of interest there, I wonder?" He teases, and Jungkook grows even more irritated.

"Nothing that should interest a whore like you." He says harshly, though Jimin knows he means no harm with it. Jimin is, after all, a man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life- which is why he can't quite grasp why Jungkook, a young man in his prime like himself, doesn't seem to care about whats going on around him.

"Hm, but I think she must be absolutely divine if you're willing to risk the wrath of your own mother just to see her." He says, and Taehyung snickers next to him, clearly amused.

But to both of their surprise, Jungkook grows.. calm. Theres even a glimpse of a smile on his lip as he rests his head on his head, elbow on the armrest of his throne. "That she is." He says, quietly, as he watches the young woman in front of him. He has to imagine you there instead, moving oh so gracefully to the sounds of his Kingdom's greatest musicians- dressed in the most beautiful gown he'd gift you. "That she is.." He repeats, a dreaming look on his face that Jimin has not seen before.

Jungkook watches you.

He enjoys watching you on your daily trips to the beach, picking up cans and bottles, and other things people throw away without care. You're cleaning up the beach, and he thinks its a very good behavior- he likes the way you always carefully scan the ground and sides for any garbage. He swims a little closer as he spots you squatting down; eyes lighting up as you pick up a shell he'd personally not care much for. It's slightly pink- but nothing he hasn't seen in his life. They're so common, and he suddenly thinks that if this already makes you happy, what if he was to bring you something else? Something better, something more worth your attention?

He feels a rush of excitement.

Dashing into the opposite direction, he makes his way towards the ground below, eyes scanning the ground as he searches for something. He spots it after a few minutes of searching, but when he holds the pearl, he hesitates.

Its not enough.

No, that's not what you should get. He's only paying back his dept, yeah, that's what he's doing. But what if he was overdoing it by bringing you something too expensive or rare? No, he should be smart about it, yeah. Start small, and work your way up he thinks, as he takes the pearls he's collected while deep in thought, and pushes himself back to the top, swimming easily. He hopes you're still there-

And there you are, dipping your feet into the water.

He looks at what he can see; only able to see clearly underneath the waves rather than above. There's a bracelet hanging around your ankle, and it looks cheap, he thinks. It only helps him by giving him ideas for his next gifts- if you would accept his first, that is. He's never been rejected before, but then again, has always rejected instead. Nothing had interested him to the extend you did. Maybe you really were of his kind, secretly.

When he slowly brings his head up the waves, you don't get scared, or flinch. You simply look, spot him, and smile.

He likes that expression.

He comes closer, free hand helping him onto the stone you sit on, his hand holding your gift eagerly pushing against yours. You understand quickly, and open them, and he smiles. You're smart, he notes, and it only adds to your qualities, he thinks. Dropping the pearls, your eyes sparkle again- as they should, he thinks with pride. You inspect them with big eyes, as if you've never seen something alike. He enjoys your reaction- and you nod at him. "Thank you- are they for me to keep?" You ask, pointing to them, and then at your chest. He's not fully fluent in human language, but has picked up on some words and phrases, since Seokjin had recently strayed- teaching him some stuff whenever he got bored and visited his younger brother.

So Jungkook nods. "You." He says, and you like the sound of his voice; fittingly just as handsome as the rest of him, you think. But then again- his kind is known for its beauty and enchanting voices. "Keep." He tells you, pushing your closed palm a bit closer to your body as if to underline his statement. You think its cute, in a way.

"Okay." You say. "I'll keep them-?" You ask, and he doesn't understand, until you point to yourself, and say a name- yours, he supposes.

"Ah-" He starts, pointing to himself. "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook." He tells you, and you nod, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook." You smile, and he grins back, slightly sharpened canines in stark contrast with his bunny-like smile.

He thinks its nice to meet you too.

"But you're a witch, aren't you?" Jungkook argues, staring at Taehyung. "I thought you were all so capable." He challenges, and Taehyungs eyes darken- quite literally, since sea witches do technically have black eyes- but conceal them, as to not scare off people. He regains his composure however when Jimins hand lays on his shoulder.

"Now now, no need to become huffy." He says. "He didn't say he can't do it- he simply told you that its not that easy." He explains, and Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. Ever the spoiled prince, they think to themselves.

"I don't care about that." He states. "Can you do it, or can you not?" He asks, and Taehyung thinks for a moment.

"I.." He begins, before he sighs. "I can. But, there's a catch, Jungkook." He tells him, and this time, the youngest of the group seems just as serious as he listens. "I can't promise that.. the result will be what you will expect." He says.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks.

"There's a chance she won't survive it."

He doesn't think much about why you're so often sitting on that rocky structure close to the deep- he likes not having to get out of the water to be close to you. And you think, Jungkook is quite the interesting being.

He’s curious; that much you can tell. His hands rest on your knees, your toes sometimes brushing against his abdomen as he swims closer- face coming forward to properly look at you. His vision must be bad outside of the waters you assume, his brown eyes squinting in concentration until he huffs and let’s himself back into the waters. You chuckle, and simply take off your jacket, slipping into the water as well as you control your breath- his entire face brightening at your body now underwater in his world, finally clear to see for his eyes.

You’re pretty, he thinks, definitely prettier than any other human he’d encountered before. The clothes covering your breasts and private parts a bit dull and boring for his taste- but he’d change that soon. He smiles, happy, before holding up his finger as if to signal for you to wait before he swims away, elegantly and fast. You swim up to breath some air, catch your breath, until there’s a hand around your calf, holding, fingers running over the skin, signaling you to come down again. You follow his question, taking a deep breath to meet him underneath the surface; his excited hands wrapping something around your neck, before he swims in circles as if he’s suddenly got too much energy. You point to yourself, as if to ask if you can keep it- and he nods, wide eyes watching you with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.

You don't quite realize what he's doing.

He however thinks you know. You know that he's courting you, and you're interested in him. You know that he's just given you more than a simple gift. He only believes you're letting him work for it- something he happily does, taking on the challenge as always. He swims closer, holds your shoulders, as his eyes look into yours, his gaze happy and child-like almost. He's close to finally showing you affection- but you suddenly swim to the surface instead.

And even though he knows you only wanted to breathe, he can't help but feel slightly sour at the ruined moment.

"You're awfully happy these days." His mother says, watching her son in the gardens of the palace. "May I ask what has gotten you in such a bright mood?" She asks, and Jungkook doesn't quite know how to break it to her. He knows its not forbidden, knows it has, and does, happen each and every day it seems- but there's still fear inside of him. Theres still hesitation, even though he is not ashamed of what has happened- of what he has done. His mother however notices. "You know you can trust me, right?" She says, and he nods.

Its now or never.

"I've found a mate." He says, and his mother smiles warmly, holding his cheek as she kisses it in congratulation. "Its a human." He says, quietly, hurried- but his mother continues to smile.

"I have suspected as much." She states. "Your friend- Park Jimin- is not very good at talking quietly." She snickers, and Jungkook curses under his breath about how he wants to strangle him. Theres a huge weight lifted off of him however; finally having said it, made it very real to him, in a way- even though it was already.

Because, after all; you were wearing his kingdom's sigil around your neck already. He had claimed you.

He's restless the next time he swims to the shore to meet you again- eager to see you to give you the news of his family's acceptance.

You're late- later than usual, and his brows are furrowed, mood upset at your mannerism. You're usually always on time, always just as eager to see him he thinks- but this time, you're not there. After his anger however, he grows increasingly worried instead. What if something had happened to you instead? Oh what a bad person he would be to be mad at you for getting into an unfortunate situation. As guilt slowly makes his way into his body, claims his muscles, he moves to sit on the stone he usually finds you on. He tries to look around- rain on his skin making it possible to be out way more comfortably.

He spots movement above.

Theres a person he can't make out- throwing something off the cliff down into the sea, and Jungkook clicks his tongue in anger, already upset- but still curious on what it was the person had been so eager to discard. Typically, its tiny things or plastic he finds- but this is something else, he knows.

Underwater, he smells blood.

His pupils contract, eyes widening, as he spots the black bag slowly making its way to the bottom of the sea- red trail leading from it. Its not the blood however that makes him frantic- its the smell of it, of you, that stops his heart.

He gets you out the bag, his anger over the entire situation diminishing into nothing as he holds you close, eyes spotting the deep cut on your side, and the scratches on your face. Unsure where to bring you, he holds you close, brings you onto his back as one of his hands hold yours, your arms around his neck. He swims quickly to the only place he knows you can breathe.

The underwater cave is big enough for now, he thinks, as he brings your body onto the ground, out the water. He doesn't notice he's crying, doesn't quite speak, his native language of clicking sounds and little noises escaping him as he whines out for your attention, waiting for you to wake up somehow. He's been so invested in making you like him and accept him that he's got no idea what to do with a human. Are you cold? How can he warm you up? How does he stop bleeding wounds? How much can you bleed before you die? Are you already dying?

Jungkook doesn't know what to do. So he simply lays by your side, holding you close, in hopes his slightly higher body temperature can keep you warm.

"He's doing the best he can-" Jimin says, Seokjin next to Taehyung as they both lean over your body. Both witches are concentrated, already exhausted, but there's no way they're giving up on you now. Not only because you're important to Jungkook- but because no one deserves to simply die like this.

"I know, I know!" Jungkook huffs out, pupils turned into cat like slits- a clear sign of the absolute terror and chaos inside of him. "What if they're best isn't good enough? Jimin, I can't loose her, you don't understand-" He starts, but Jimin holds the younger one's shoulders, for the first time serious with him.

"I do." He glances at Taehyung. Jimin had saved Taehyung before as well- the young sea witch having been hit by a fisherman's harpoon years ago. Ever since then, Jimin had been attached to the witch like glue. "Trust me, I really do. And they're doing all they can to make sure she's going to be fine." He promises, and Jungkook nods.

All he can do is pray.

When you wake up, there's several things you notice.

First, you're alive. Having a raging headache, and your limbs and muscles feel horribly tender, but you're alive. There's also strings of rope tied to two rock formations acting like a clothing line, several blankets and clothes hanging from it. They don't look human-made to you- the fabrics and designs not something you would think of as regular. There's a bucket and several stained rags- now copper-brown with old blood. Its then that you look down, seeing your cut sewed shut.

You also notice its rather soft underneath you.

Its sheepskin laid over seaweed you notice- the whool soft and fluffy, and warm. Everything seems to be so thoughtfully placed, even some decorative items- you can spot fireflies casually sitting in a jar close by, and burned wood, probably to . Probably to make light during the night. You're tired however, so you simply lay down again. Quite honestly, surely you should fee worried about the situation- but then again, there was no one to miss you, no place you called your home anyways. No use in worrying- because deep down, you had your suspicion.

A Jungkook swims to the surface with the plastic box in his arms, he's careful not to throw it too hard onto the ground. As he steps out the water, he's sure to at least try and his his hands of most the water before he goes to check on the blankets he had brought this early morning. They've dried enough, he notices, and is glad about that, as he picks one up.

You don't have to be cold anymore, he thinks.

He's unnaturally careful for his typical character- his usual behavior quite the opposite as it was now. Now, he's making sure you're properly tucked in, as he notices your eyes watching him.

He freezes, for a moment.

Jungkook hasn't really thought much about what would happen if you were to wake up- after all, Seokjin had told him he was unsure if you were to wake up this early in the first place, and Taehyung didn't even know if you would wake up at all. He'd told his younger brother to be prepared for any reaction really; fear, confusion, maybe even anger. But you seem calm, curious even, and Jungkook decides to sit down in front of your face, waiting.

"You brought me here, right?" You ask, and he nods, eyes not leaving your form.

"You-.. hurt." He points to the spot where your wound had been. "Also hurt." His hand points to your head. "Brothers, helped." He informs you, and you smile, nodding at his words. He suddenly looks at the ground, mumbling. "I.. worried. Thought... you, dying." He tells you, and you sit up slowly again, keeping the blanket around your shoulders.

"I'm not dead though." You say, and he nods. "Thank you, Jungkook. Now we're even." You say, and he tilts his head in confusion- a mannerism you could only think of as cute. "I saved you- you saved me." You say, and he smiles, nodding.

"I-" He starts, leaning forward a bit, now way more energetic and lighthearted as before. "I- we-" He growls a little in frustration, and you cant help but giggle at his troubles- the chirps and clicks escaping him foreign- but somehow, they feel hazy, as if your mind knows the language, but has forgotten what it meant. He's trying so hard you notice, and appreciate. "You like here?" He asks, and points around. You nod, and he beams at you. "I made." He tells you, proudly so.

"I guessed as much. Its very thoughtful of you, thank you." You say, and he nods, happy you like what he did for you. Its not a permanent solution, obviously, but as soon as you're healed well enough, he already planned a new spot for you to come with him.

You just don't know it yet.

There's a weird feeling inside of you.

It's like homesickness, you think. Every time you look at the waters, you feel- sad? It's making you uneasy, and with every day passing by, it just gets worse and worse. But it's today, that you cant take it.

When you dip your legs into the water, it soothes an ache you can't recognize ever having. It helps your skin, it somehow feels as if you're breathing again. But It's not enough, you think- before you let yourself fall into the deep end.

You're floating.

It's like leaving a stuffy and crowded mall, just to stand in a park, fresh air after it had rained, and light breeze clearing your head. Everything is silent, but not at the same time- the water around you feeling as if you're being hugged, held. It makes you relax, makes you let go, makes you only exist for a moment.

You're floating.

And there's a sudden wave of realization that you're also breathing. There's no water in your lungs- or maybe there is, and you just don't feel it being there. Darkness surrounds you as you don't know where you are exactly- theres no telling where is where, no way to know if you're upright or not. Maybe you've died?

Did you drown?

If you did, it would explain Jungkook being there. He's swimming towards you with a face full of worry, as he grabs your wrist and holds you close. "I can't even let you out of my sight for a mere day it seems, my love." He sighs, and your eyes widen. Its almost comedic how his own do the same, focusing on your neck, as he touches.

You're sensitive, and shift away from his touch.

"It-" He starts, now holding your shoulders, as he begins to smile. "It worked! It really did- by the dragon kind, you look absolutely divine!" He laughs, and can't help but hold your hands, eyes roaming your appearance, as you don't quite get it- until you follow his gaze.

Just like him, there's fins now on the sides of your calfs, smaller ones on your ankles as well. Theres also ones decorating your outer forearms- they look like the ones you'd always see on goldfish as a kid. There's something alike to scales as well, but barely noticable. "I- what happened to me?" You ask, and Junkook smiles.

"You.. almost died." He admits, taking your hand and swimming to what you assume is back towards the cave. "You had been robbed during the day, and when I found you.. well, you know what happened." He says. "While you were asleep, we were thinking about what to do. There was no way you would survive as a human- so, a friend of mine- Taehyung- performed a ritual, together with Seokjin, my brother." He says. You finally spot light, glad to be able to have at least some form of orientation. "I'm glad you're adjusting so quickly, my love." He states, smiling at you.

You notice the petname again.

"Jungkook-" You start, as you both reach the cave again, sitting on the edge of where the ground of the cave meets the water. "Why are you.. calling me that?" You ask, and Jungkook seems confused.

"Why do you ask?" He questions. And you don't quite follow, until he continues. "You're my mate- I am only addressing you as such."

Your eyes widen. "Wait- we're-" You start, and its only then that it clicks in Jungkooks head.

"Oh." He says- the dissapointment bitter and evident in his voice. "You.. didn't know?" He asks, and you shake your head, unsure what he means. "I see.." He tells you, suddenly distant. "I.. will bring you breakfast tomorrow.. sleep well." He abruptly says, and before you can say anything, he's already gone.

What just happened?

"There you are!" A voice says, deeper than Jungkooks, but not unfamiliar. Taehyung had been visiting and bringing you food and nescessities ever since that talk with Jungkook. This time, however, Taehyung seems like he wants to say something. You look at him, silently urging him, and he sits down next to you, sighing.

"Does he hate me?" You ask, quietly, and Taehyung looks sad.

"He could never." He says. "He just.. didn't take the rejection well. He'll need time to come around. It won't take that much time- his mother is already trying to get a new partner for him." He explains, and your head whips around towards him. "I- you.. did reject him, right?" He asks, slowly. "You do.. not love him, right?" He urges again, and you groan suddenly, throwing your face into your hands.

"Oh my god I'm so stupid.." You say. "It all.. everything was so overwhelming, I didn't even notice what he was doing." You cry into your hands, as Taehyungs hand places itself onto your back, trying to soothe you. "I though.. especially after I found out about his status.." You mumble. "How could he want me?" You ask, and Taehyung sighs.

"Head up, little siren." He says. "He's still able to hear you sing, if you want to." He says, and you look at him.

"But how?" You say. "I have no idea where the kingdom, or anything really is. And he won't come see me until its too late." You say.

"Well-" Taehyung says, standing up, and holding out his hand. "-allow me to escort the future princess to her lover."

"How did you find me?" He simply asks, not turning around, as you float closer. "I'm sorry, but I still need time to.. get over-" He starts, but you don't let him finish, instead leaning into his back, your arms around his middle.

"I'm stupid." You say. "I'm really, really stupid." He shakes his head, but you continue. "Just because I didn't realize- doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you." You say. "I just.. felt unworthy, I guess. Insignificant." You admit, and he turns around, holding your face in his hands.

"You really are not gifted with the mind of the dragons king, my love." He states teasingly, the glimmer in his eyes returning. "My status means nothing to me, if that meant I could not have you." He says, and you lean forward, capturing his lips. "I hope you know what this meant, at least." He teases, and your eyes widen, scared you might've done something wrong. "It means you love me." He says, and you chuckle.

"Good." You say. "Because I do."

Even though he thinks you looked like a goddess reborn in your white and pearl decorated gown from the wedding, he enjoys you without it, close to him, just as much. He's alive, he's feeling, he's in love, as his hands move over your skin, his senses filled with you and nothing else.

The sounds you make for him are sweeter than any siren's song he's ever heard or could ever sing himself. No member of his kind is as enchanting as you, he decides, as he bites and kisses the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin had teased him relentlessly the entire evening and night by trying to send you sweet words, to which you didn't react- but that didn't mean that it didn't piss him off.

You were his.

His princess- and soon to be queen, one day.

And he's planning on making that very evident, as he marks up your skin with little bites, visible for everyone to see. He wants everyone to know, even though by tomorrow, the entire Kingdom will celebrate the marriage of its prince anyways. He's more than ready to show you off, to hold you close, to have people see the divine being at his side that's you.

It's only natural for his hands to roam your skin, for his lips to worhip every inch it seems, as you reach out for his hand every second it leaves you. It's painfully endearing he thinks, how you can be so innocent and pure, while he's between your legs, performing the sinful act of pleasuring you with his mouth.

You pull him towards you, as you straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He's in god's divine lands he thinks, as he suddenly feels you sinking down on his awaiting length. You fit around him perfectly, more so than he could've ever imagined. And as you both move, he holds you close, happy that here, in his world, he doesn't need to breathe.

He can kiss you as long as he wants.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. I spilled strawberry milk on my poor laptop while writing this.

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Steven Stone Fluff Alphabet

To go along with my NSFW Alphabet, I decided to do some fluff for my favourite rock nerd. Hope you enjoy!

A = Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time?)

He loves being outside with you, going for hikes, walks and sea swims. Likes to learn with you too, wandering around museums and discovering new things about science, history and culture.

He probably won’t take you mining unless you’re really into it, it can be quite tedious and dangerous, but he loves when you help him polish stones, or help make them into decorations or jewellery.

He has a soft spot for lazy days where you two are draped across his couch watching trashy reality TV shows and fun, animated films

B = Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Likes how kind and caring you are, not only to him, but to his Pokemon and almost everyone else.

He thinks you’re beautiful in every way, but he in particular thinks your eyes sparkle like the rarest, most precious gem he has ever seen.

C = Comfort (how do they help their s/o when they feel down? what makes them feel better?)

Steven is a little oblivious, so you might have to tell him that you’re down, but as soon as he knows, it’s his mission to cheer you up! Lots of kisses and cuddles, your favourite meals delivered, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. If you’re sad due to an insecurity, he will wax poetic about how amazing that part of you is to him.

If you’re very stressed due to work or school, and you finally have time off, he’s going to whisk you away to a sun-drenched beach in Alola, the finest room in Hotel Richissime in Lumiouse, or his gorgeous villa by the Batte Zone in Sinnoh (provided he hasn’t given it to some ten-year-old yet lol) to help you unwind and enjoy yourself.

When he’s down, he needs reassurance, and lots of physical affection. He might also throw himself into his work/hobbies to an extreme degree, skipping meals and sleeping little, so you’ll have to ensure he gets fed and a good few hours of sleep until he starts feeling better.

D = Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o and in general?)

He would love a little family with you, a couple kids running around, maybe in Mossdeep, but he’s down with moving inland, or to your home region if you’re not from Hoenn, if you would prefer.

He definitely dreams about kissing you goodbye and ruffling his kiddos’ hair before he goes to work. Since his mother died when he was so young, he never really got to experience the classic nuclear family, so he longs to provide it to his own children.

He’d like to go back to college too, get his Masters and maybe PhD in Geology and work in that field. He really does not want to be involved with the Devon Corporation, so he hopes he can work with it as little as possible

E = Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they rather passive?)

I would say your relationship is equal for the most part, the only thing that tips the scales in Steven’s favour is his wealth and connections. He can get you things or into places that you, as a regular person, wouldn’t be able to at all otherwise.

He doesn’t hold this over your head, he finds people who do that rather gross, and he’s not your sugar daddy either. He does spoil you sometimes, but that’s just one way he expresses his fondness for you.

F = Fight (how quick are they to forgive their s/o? what are they like in an argument? who says sorry first?)

Steven is a reasonable man, so I think once he’s calmed down and thought about it more, he’s ready to forgive you if you’re sorry, Now, this all depends on the nature of why you were in the wrong, if that’s the case. He will let small things slide, and is willing to compromise on bigger things, but if you do something like cheat on him, he will never forgive you.

When he is in the wrong though, he will own up to it, your relationship is more important than his pride.

He doesn’t go for cheap shots or low blows, and he only raises his voice if he is really pissed. If this is before you live together, and the fight occurs at his house, he will get you to leave, but makes sure you get home safe.

G = Gifts (what kind of things do they gift to their s/o? are they spontaneous or do they stick to special events like anniversaries?)

So. Many. Rocks.

Seriously, your shelves will be filled with amethyst clusters and pretty pebbles. Some of this rocks will be jewels encrusted in some stellar accessories.

Beyond that, he’ll get you things he thinks you might need. Complaining about your coffee maker? He’s just gotten you a top of the line model with a prepaid subscription to receive new pods full of expensive Kalosian coffee every month for the next five years. Need a new bag? He’ll have one that costs double your rent shipped to you by the end of the day.

His gifts are expensive and high quality, but he does not buy you them for the sake of flaunting wealth. He just thinks you’d like them.

H = Heart Eyes (what are they like in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their love? do they brag about their s/o to others?)

Steven feels like nothing can bother him. His smile is wider and his eyes sparkle whenever he thinks of you. He compliments you all the time and gives you lots of tender kisses and touches, spoils you a bit too. He doesn’t really brag, he thinks your amazingness stands for itself.

I = Impression (what first attracted them to their s/o? how accurate was their first impression to how their s/o actually is?)

He just thought you were very pretty when you first met, very sweet and cute. Evidently he was correct :)

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

Steven rarely gets jealous. He’s not an arrogant guy in any way really, but he is confident in himself and in your relationship.

Things like money, power or status don’t threaten him, but appearance, particularity musculature, does. Steven’s quite the lean, slim guy, and sometimes he thinks he might not be strong or masculine enough for you, no matter how much you disagree. It honestly made him hurt a little when you jokingly called Leon, the Galar champion, a himbo.

When he is jealous, he gets a little stiff, he frowns, he holds onto you a little tighter if you’re around the person who makes him jealous. When he’s alone, he laments about it.

K = Kiss (are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like? where do they kiss the most?)

Steven is a suave, smooth kisser, each kiss makes you feel like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Your first kiss with him felt right, he gently cupped your cheeks and kissed you slowly in a manner that portrayed exactly how he felt about you.

He likes to kiss your cheek and forehead, and sometimes your knuckles if he’s holding your hand.

L = Little Things (what are the little things they love about their s/o? are they attentive?)

He loves how kind you are, loves how you treat his Pokémon like each one is the cutest ever, even if they are decidedly not cute. He likes how you look after him, making sure he sleeps and eats, showing up to his house randomly with treats or just to visit him. He really appreciates it.

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the wedding be like?)

Making you his spouse would make him so happy!

His proposal would be very intimate, a night time picnic, either stargazing, watching fireworks or a meteor shower. He’d turn to you, with a soft smile, and tell you exactly how much you mean to him, and how much he loves you. Then, he would take out a small velvet box and ask you to marry him. The ring would be jaw-droppingly ornate, with your favourite gem in the middle.

The wedding would be intimate too, very swanky, with geode centrepieces and formal attire. He’d ultimately like to hold it in somewhere like Reflection Cave, but he’s down to hold it in a castle or hotel otherwise, with nice gardens of course.

N = Nicknames (what do they call their s/o? what do they get called?)

He calls you sweetheart, darling, love, my gem.

You call him Stevie, babe and dreamboat. Sometimes rock nerd or dork if he’s going on about geology.

O = Open (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? is it easy for them to share?)

He’s pretty open, once you two have been together for a good while. He trusts you enough to tell you his insecurities and darkest thoughts, like how he feels burdened by the weight of his responsibilities, how his strained relationship with his father affects him, or how he still has trauma regarding the loss of his mother.

Just make sure to give him a big hug after he tells you, ok?

P = Pancakes (are they a good cook? how often do they cook for their s/o? breakfast in bed or fancy dinner dates?)

Steven cannot cook to save his life. He never needed to learn, they had a personal chef at home when he was growing up, and when he was older he would go out for food or get it delivered all the time. This continues when you get together, he always insists on paying.

That being said, he’s definitely up to learn, especially if you teach him, or if you can’t cook either, he’d love to learn with you.

Q = Quirk (a random quality/ability that is beneficial to their relationship.)

Steven has a super gentle, super careful touch, which means he gives the most amazing scalp massages. You have no choice but to melt when his fingers are caressing your head.

R = Romance (how romantic are they? are they cliché or creative?)

Extremely romantic, more elegant than corny. He wants you to know how beautiful and amazing you are, and he wants to put in effort to prove that point.

S = Sleep (who falls asleep first? do they need their s/o close to them? do they have any bad habits?)

You do usually, he likes to watch you snooze before he falls asleep. He likes to have you close to him, but he can sleep without you just fine, not waking up next to you is really more of a pain to him.

For bad habits? Steven has a tendency to lose track of time and go to bed very late. It can be frustrating when you need a good cuddle before bed, and when you have to deal with a barely-conscious, sometimes grouchy Steven in the morning.  

T = Thrill (do they need to spice up their relationship with new things or do they stick to a routine? how often do they do new things?)

If Steven wants to go somewhere or do something, he does because he has the luxury to. So when it comes to new experiences, like visiting somewhere new, trying a new activity, and you both want to go there or try it, he will have it organised straight away.

He only really has a routine when league business is in full swing, and when he is no longer champion, anything goes. Though if you have a routine, he will work around it.

U = Unity (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? what traits do they share?)

Steven, due to his wealth and connections, had a habit of dropping everything to go on trips or rock-hunting whenever he felt like, which was detrimental to many of his relationships, mainly because he wouldn’t notify people before he left.

You, however, have taught him the importance of taking other people’s feelings and opinions into account. You’re so attentive with him, and in turn, he learns how to do just that with all the important people in his life.

You’re both kind people, who care deeply about each other and Pokemon

V = Value (how important is their relationship to them? what is it worth compared to other things in their life?)

At the beginning, the relationship is just a luxury for him, something he enjoys, but not something he needs in his life. But the longer you two are together, the more important you and your needs become to him.

You definitely become his point of focus, your happiness is his goal. He doesn’t stop engaging in his hobbies and interests, but he does do so in a manner that disrupts your relationship the least.

You are his rock, the love of his life, and he puts you before everything.

W = Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon.)

Cried while drunk at his Bachelor Party because he just really wanted to be married to you already and he could not understand why he had to wait to do so.

X = XOXO (do they like to kiss and cuddle? are they upfront about their relationship or rather shy when in public?)

Steven is quite affectionate at home, lots of soft kisses, hugs and long cuddles.

In public, his displays of affection are very elegant and appropriate. He wants you to know he loves you and finds you beautiful, even when in public. He likes to hold your hand, or rest his on your hip or the small of your back.

Will kiss your lips as a greeting or to say goodbye, but will mostly stick to occasionally kissing your cheek or forehead when you’re out.

Y = Yearning (how do they cope when they spend time away from their s/o? do they miss their s/o?)

Steven really starts missing you when there’s no way you can be together, like when he’s abroad and/or working. Usually during these times, he texts frequently and calls you at least once a day, provided he’s not stuck in some cave. He likes to gaze fondly at pictures of you, planning how he’ll make it up to you when you reunite

Z = Zoo (do they have pets? do they want some in the future?)-

Of course! He is/was a champion after all, so he has his pokemon team, plus some random beldum floating around. You treat his like your own, and vice versa, so it’s a very happy household.

[softpine]

Could we get another you don't have to read but it's interesting text post?? 👉👈

omg i hope this is what you meant, but umm here’s some backstory about griffin’s roommates? because even my nameless extras apparently need deep lore in my mind?? fjkjsd

TW: mentions of drug addiction, homelessness, religion, abuse, and biphobia. + me not being able to stop talking ever.

jeremy; 19. gay. [also the guy from this post.] jeremy grew up smack in the middle of the bible belt. his parents wanted him to grow up and be a pastor like all the generations before him. he was a model child and no one expected him to run away, so his parents actually thought he was kidnapped when, on a random tuesday, he left in the middle of the night with nothing but the clothes on his back. the police found him wandering towards the bus stop just a few hours later and dropped him back at home. everyone then repeated the same cycle again and again for years, before jeremy’s parents got fed up and agreed to legally emancipate him if he agreed to just stop embarrassing their family. he finally hit the road on his own when he was 15.

he met griffin at a train station out west a while later. griffin had just left his aunt’s house, and neither of them had any place to be. jeremy is the one that taught him how to pickpocket (although there was a lot less flirting involved in jeremy’s method – he relies heavily on the “dumb tourist desperately needing directions” angle). but jeremy can never stay in one place too long, so he left. a year later, they happened to bump into each other in another state and decided a coincidence like that was too big to ignore. so they started traveling together and eventually ended up in nyc, where they stayed. (well, kinda. jeremy disappears for weeks at a time and comes back with all kinds of stories.)

griffin sometimes gets pissed because jeremy likes to equate their 2 childhoods, but they were really nothing alike. sure, jeremy’s family was oppressive and he could never be himself around them, but they were wealthy, they loved him, they never laid a hand on him, and they’re still hoping he comes home someday. jeremy didn’t leave because he had to, he left because he wanted to. but he can’t seem to grasp the difference. still, he listened when griffin told him he should reach out to his family and let them know he’s okay. now they have scheduled phone calls once a month and they’re all happy with that amount of communication. 

all in all, jeremy is still a kid. he loves comic books, action figures, the atari he & griffin split 50/50, and going to the movies. he’s always looking for the next big adventure or something to make him feel more alive. unfortunately, that’s taken him to some darker places with drugs and alcohol, but he’s doing okay right now. he was worried about moving into an apartment because he thought it would make him feel too trapped, but he actually likes having a place that he chose, that no one is forcing him to be at. oh and no, he and griffin have never dated. jeremy just doesn’t know what personal space means. 

eddie; 34. straight [but probably aro/ace in modern terms]. he’s already been divorced three times, which he assumed is because he's a pushover, never fights for anything or takes his own stance, and seemingly lacks passion in every aspect of his life. for almost ten years, he worked as a personal accountant in the upper east side. his days were mundane: he ate the same breakfast (oatmeal), the same lunch (ham & cheese sandwich), and the same dinner (chicken noodle soup) every day. somewhere around the time of his third divorce, he realized he wasn’t going to find fulfillment unless he searched for it, so he quit his job, cashed out his family inheritance, and traveled through europe. as he was living in hostels and hitchhiking and relying on the kindness of strangers, he started to become well-acquainted with the homeless communities in every place he visited. he realized how out of touch he had become, and how privileged he was to be bored with his life. and thus, he had found his passion.

when he returned to new york, he got a new job in finance for a nonprofit organization for the homeless. that was nice and all, but he never got to see the benefits of his work, so he started volunteering at food banks and shelters. that’s where he met jeremy and griffin. jeremy was fascinated by how truly dull eddie is. he kept waiting for eddie to reveal some deep, wild, secret part of him, but it never happened. eddie never even bragged about his adventures in europe; he would always turn the conversation back around to others. by the time jeremy realized he really is that boring, he was already looking up to eddie as an older brother type (and griffin was just along for the ride).

eddie is the one that’s actually renting the apartment and then renting out the extra space to griffin, jeremy, and vincent at dirt cheap rates while they get on their feet. he agreed to keep doing this as long as they all have jobs (pickpocketing doesn’t count) and try to stay clean in jeremy’s case.

vincent; 21. bi. vincent grew up comfortable, but not wealthy, in queens, with his family who emigrated from singapore before he was born. his parents later got divorced, and now he’s the oldest of a combined total of seven siblings, though he’s always been closer to his mom and stepdad. growing up, his grades were just average, he had a few friends but was too shy to be popular, and he wasn’t particularly athletic either – he was on the swim team for a while, but he hated the competitive aspect. his favorite part was staying behind after practice and having the pool all to himself; he would float on his back for hours, just watching the pool lights reflecting on the ceiling. he struggled to fit in at school. this all changed when he started weightlifting during his senior year. he mainly started doing it as a way to keep himself busy, but he soon realized that the more fit he got, the more attention people paid him. he liked that.

soon after, he started his first relationship with a girl, kelly, who he intended to marry someday. they graduated high school together and both enrolled at the same college – though vincent hadn’t decided a major yet – and things were going great. he even came out to her as bi and she took it really well (especially for the time). they were settled into an apartment of their own at 19.

in his quest to figure out his major, vincent took up all kinds of new hobbies, his favorite being drumming. he even started a garage band with some of his friends. they started playing house shows, which ended up being somewhat popular, though they don’t expect to make it big anytime soon. at one of these shows, vincent ran into griffin and they bonded over their love of rock music. when vincent found out that griffin didn’t have a place to stay that night, he invited him to sleep on his couch – understandably, kelly was angry that he didn’t ask first.

kelly got increasingly more upset as time went on and vincent & griffin became better friends. even though nothing romantic ever happened between them (and i sure hope not, because griffin was like 16 at the start), kelly was convinced that vincent was cheating on her and that she was only there to cover for his “true” sexuality. when they inevitably broke up, vincent was devastated. not only that, but he now had to find a new place to live asap. that’s when griffin mentioned that he and jeremy were renting rooms from eddie and that vincent was welcome to join. and that takes us up to the present! (well, the “present” being 1987).

[tiptapricot]

Hey there! Would you happen to have any headcanons for Sam Emerson and/or the Frog Brothers?

I do have some for Sam, yea! I don’t have any for the frog bros though, just cause I don’t rlly vibe w them as much

Lucy helps trim and re-bleach his hair whenever it grows out too much

He can’t come up with good insults to save his life, and makes people laugh more often than not if he tries to

He blushes easily and flushes all splotchy from his chest up to his ears

He loves bubblegum but hates bubblegum as a flavor, so he only buys variants. His favorites are orange and watermelon

Homophobia and a brief mention of drugs and alcohol under cut

When he turns seventeen ABBA’s Dancing Queen is playing nonstop the whole day. He’s just dancing around singing along to the words the whole time, pulling Michael and Lucy over to join him. He gets Michael to reluctantly get into it, and they start seeing who can sing the loudest

As seen in canon he sings in the bath/shower, but the thing is, he doesn’t realize that people can hear him when he does it. He’s just totally, blissfully, unaware that the bathroom isn’t sound proof

He really likes reading elementary-MS level novels, just because they’re fun and easy and in high supply. Think Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew, Bailey School Kids , etc., that kind of vibe

He chews on his pencils

He actually really enjoys school, and he gets pretty good grades too

He’s kind of a goody two shoes (affectionate) and feels uncomfortable breaking rules most of the time

He always makes friends with the librarians and lunch people at school, and a handful of teachers too. They all think he’s a gem (because he is😌)

He’s pretty self conscious when it comes to his orientation, and how people treat him for it. He’s been called every insult under the sun by the time he reaches high school, and has learned to laugh it off and just say he has a different fashion sense than most people, before busting out some classic “guy” knowledge that “proves” that he’s straight

It seems to work well enough

He’s really just trying to convince himself, when it comes down to it, and does such a good job that he actually starts to believe that after awhile

He has kind of a breakdown/forced realization one night while he’s laying in bed, like it just hits him yknow? It clicks into place that, oh... I actually am gay, huh?

He’s kind of conflicted about it for awhile, because he’s been making excuses and denying things for so long that it can’t be true, right?

It gets to the point that he’s practically bursting at the seams, not really sure what to do and feeling worse and worse about it by the day. One night he just trudges into Michael’s room and flops down face first on the bed, and when Michael asks him what’s wrong, he kinda reaches up to squeeze the blankets a bit, takes a deep breath, and mumbles, “I’m gay.”

He’s still laying face down, so when Michael doesn’t respond at first, his anxiety ratchets up to ninety and he just starts crying into the comforter

Michael’s hand is on his back immediately and he’s curling up next to him to pull him into a hug, and Sam just presses his face against his brother’s chest and cries harder

Michael tells him that that’s ok, that Sam is ok, and that he loves him so so much and always will

When Michael comes out himself a month or so later, Sammy’s just elated (Lucy is of course supportive of both of them)

His favorite sodas are Pepsi and Fanta

He doesn’t know how drugs work, he’d say “I know how to do a weed” to try and impress people, and he’s never touched alcohol in his life (and still doesn’t really when he’s older)

He tries to teach himself how to moonwalk once and ends up tripping and banging his head on his bedside table. It leaves a scar right above his right eyebrow

He picked up swearing in middle school and thought it made him the coolest fucking guy at the time

He hates black tea and coffee, they give him a headache and he hates the flavor

He collects cheap plastic rings from mall games and cereal boxes

His favorite color is magenta

He’s really bad at flirting but also does it a lot accidentally just because he’s a generally nice guy

He doesn’t like wearing hats

He has VERY strong opinions on music that no one else in his family fully understands, but they listen anyway (he likes to explain things w very emphatic movements)

He sunburns easily

He always falls for pranks and when ppl fuck with him, which led to him only finding out that bell peppers are in fact not the spiciest pepper when Lucy mentioned they were in dinner one time

(Michael told him that when he was younger to seem cool and keep Sammy out of the snack drawer)

To get revenge, he tells Michael the steampunk era was a real historical era, and that he “learned it in history last year, you really gotta pay more attention in class Mike”

He sticks his tongue out when focusing

He screams the first time Micahel takes him on a ride on his bike and refuses to ride on one ever again

He really likes the smell of the dishwasher right after it’s done, and of fresh laundry

He doesn’t know how to swim

Michael is his favorite person in the whole world, and he’ll tell anyone willing to listen just how cool he is. He’s probably embellished some stories over the years, but no one has to know Michael didn’t actually fight off three ninjas when he stood up to Sam’s bullies in third grade

Headcanons masterpost

[poemjunkie]

9-1-1 Meta

As someone who has said the exact phrase “not a bad person, just a bad parent” about my own father, I thought I’d share some thoughts about what that means for the Buckley parents.

It makes me doubt very highly they were physically abusive to either Maddie or Buck. This is a very common fanfic theme, but Maddie wouldn’t say they “weren’t bad people” if this were the case. Nor do I think they were neglectful in the sense that Maddie and Buck didn’t get the physical things they needed, such as food, clothing, etc. They probably even helped pay for college. Because that’s just what’s expected of parents. It’s like a bare minimum standard if you have parents who can afford those things.

That doesn’t mean they were good parents.

From my point of view, the Buckleys probably think they did fine. Their kids grew up, got an education, got careers, are financially stable, and don’t need them anymore. That’s a parent’s job, right? So, good job, Buckleys!

This is a long rant, but if you’re interested in what a relationship with a “good person, bad parent” parent is like, more under the cut. Sorry it’s long, I went off, lol.

Here are some examples from someone who had a “good person, bad parent” parent.

1. My dad has never, ever, said he loves me. And in fact, I don’t believe he does. Or any of his children, of which there are five.

This seems like the biggie, no? Like, you could point to this, and say, ‘Uh, that’s obviously emotional neglect?’ Probably. My mom and dad married in 1970 and having kids was just...what you did. And my mom LOVES children, and loves all of us very deeply, I have a close relationship with her, so don’t worry about me too much. But here’s the thing when you have a “good person, bad parent” parent. If you asked me if my dad would step in front of a train to save me, I’d probably say yes. But my mom would do it because she loves me. My dad would do it because that’s what you’re supposed to do for your kids and because he’s a good person, and that’s the good person answer. It’s a very strange, blurry line, but it’s also very much present. I’ve had conversations with my siblings about this, and they feel similarly, so it’s not just me.

1a. My dad does not show any affection.

No hugs, no kisses, no physical affection ever, and as you might have guessed by the above, he doesn’t show it verbally, either. My dad works a lot, has always worked a lot, and is very much ‘a man provides for his family’ and thinks, well, he’s done his job by providing for the family. So that’s it. Not even in the like, gruff, fatherly ways some men who are bad at emoting do, like teaching me to change my oil or a tire, drive, or how to fix the plumbing. Like, that was still mom’s job.

2. My dad and I have never had a real conversation about anything.

My dad comes is just kind of a stoic guy in general, but he does Not Talk to his children. About anything. It’s a non-starter. A relative was visiting, and asked what my cat’s name was. Unironically, his answer was...”I don’t know.” (Mind you, this is a cat that lives in the same house as him. It’s not my cat who lives with me somewhere else. IN HIS HOUSE.) When I would have friends over, and introduce them, he’d just kind of grunt a hello and I’ve had MULTIPLE friends ask me if my dad doesn’t like them or doesn’t want them over, and I’ve had to explain that no, he doesn’t care that they’re there, he’s just Like That.

3. My dad could give a fuck about his children’s activities.

I was on the volleyball team, swim team, my older brother (only one I went to high school with, there is a big gap between him and my other three siblings) played soccer, hockey and golf. Guess how many games my dad showed up to. Did you guess none? It was none. He never made a big deal out of buying equipment, and hockey and golf are not cheap sports, nor was the pool rental fees for my swim team. He never discouraged us from playing these sports, but he also...didn’t give a shit about them. Or anything we did. Even big events like graduation, when mom was giving us hugs, he would stand there with his hands in his pockets, like, clear “don’t hug me” signals, and not say anything beyond social niceties. I was valedictorian of my undergraduate college class and he didn’t even GO to that ceremony to hear my speech.

4. We were not a priority

My mom usually was the one who picked us up from school or sports, but she had five kids and other stuff going on, so very occasionally, she would ask my dad to do it, like if she was taking another kid to a dentist appointment of something. This happened VERY RARELY, because literally every time, he would forget and it gave my mom anxiety to ask him to do it. Like I can count on two hands the number of times EVER he was supposed to pick me up, and I would ALWAYS, ALWAYS end up having to walk to his work (luckily not that far from my middle school) to be like, “Dad, you need to drive me home.” He would just...forget.

But this sounds like a “bad person, bad parent” you say. But it’s more complex than that. As I said, my dad has worked hard his whole life, and he’s generous with his kids. I graduated with barely any college debt because my parents (and primarily my dad) paid my tuition, and he didn’t pressure my brothers (who hated school) to continue higher education and took them on as partners in the family business. He helped my sister buy her first house. He allowed us to pretty much have whatever pets we wanted. If its something we want that requires physical labor, he’ll do it. He and my mom never fight, he never yells, he’s a member of good standing in our church, etc. etc. etc. I never wanted for anything. My clothes were never dirty, I got to school every day, we had occasional family vacations. It was very normal. I just grew up into an adult that’s able to say “I don’t think my dad loves me.”

“Maybe his love language is just different, like taking care of things is just how he expresses himself.”

I’ve struggled with that a long time, and have had to accept that if there is a way my dad loves me and my siblings, it’s this. And perhaps the above is true. But I still grew up into a person that doesn’t think her dad loves his children. So, if that’s the only way he could express it, ultimately, it wasn’t enough.

That’s what it means to have a parent who’s a “good person, bad parent.”

But, I had my mom. I can’t imagine what my childhood would have been like if they were BOTH like that. I imagine it would have ended up much like they’re hinting the Buckleys ended up -- my siblings would have done the emotional heavy lifting, because some of them were much older. But guess what being the baby means? That when those older siblings are gone, you’re left alone.

[wondersbeyondcompare]

Finally finished up Kodi’s profile and a simple character sheet! ( ´ ▽ ` ) Berenice might take a bit longer... most of her first profile was filled with ??? after all...

Full Profile+Additional Sketches are below!

(Before I get into anything, just wanna say that the main inspiration behind this boi was this one Twitter post about cuttlefish that I found really cute back then  (altho he’s not venomous lol). Plus (・_・;) Youtube recommended me an hour long documentary on the animal, and I ended up watching all of it, so then I became even more attached...)

Full Name: Kodi Sepiama

Name Meaning: Tbh, I just read this sentence from the Wikipedia article on cuttlefish: “The "cuttle" in cuttlefish comes from the Old English name for the species, cudele, which may be cognate with the Old Norse koddi (cushion) and the Middle Low German Kudel (rag)”,and the rest was history; His last name is a combination of the scientific name for the giant cuttlefish (Sepia apama)

Dorm: Octivanelle

Twisted Off Of: Nothing (He’s based off of a cuttlefish though)

Year: 2nd Year

Birthday: April 07 (Aries)

Age: 17 years old

Height: 1.77m/5’10”

Place of Origin: Village of Harvest

Voice Headcanon: Miwa Takahiro

Personality: 

Tends to have delusions of the grandeur when it comes to imagining his ideal school life. A very expressive boy who wears his heart on his sleeve. As a result, he has significant trouble hiding how he feels, both on his face and through his actions. Due to his unique magic Kodi has a very weak presence compared to most people, and, although he’s eager to make friends with everybody, he mostly goes unnoticed by his peers. As with most Octivanelle students, he’s often tasked by Azul with one errand or another, but he manages to keep up a (mostly) optimistic attitude in spite of all his work. 

Will carry out any of Azul’s orders no matter how questionable they may seem, acting as a pawn to the dorm leader’s chess board by gathering info on other students around the school undetected. He’s a smart guy when it comes to academics, but since people like Azul and Riddle are in his grade, his ranking isn’t as high as he would want it to be. His common sense, however, is a different story.

Likes: Akashiyaki, tending to both animals and plants, anything that keeps him busy, basketball, art, buying new watercolor sets, aquariums, his friends, crossing things off his to-do list

Dislikes: The cowardly part of himself, his unique magic, oranges, disappointing others, when people forget about him

Background: 

Despite being an Octavinelle student, Kodi grew up in an environment where most spent their days tending to the land: The Village of Harvest. The boy was a result of his mother having a romantic summer encounter with a cuttlefish merman on one of her rare trips to the beach, therefore his father wasn’t really in the picture when he was growing up. However, his mother didn’t hold any resentment towards his father, often speaking fondly of the man and the memories she held of him. 

He was raised by his mother and her family on a small farm in the area. Because of this, Kodi never really felt lonely when he was younger, having been surrounded by his many relatives most of his life. It is from them did he learn practical skills when it came to both farming and everyday life, such as how to take care of plants and animals, how to cook healthy meals, etc. The village in general was a tight knit and welcoming community, so it also wasn’t uncommon for Kodi and his cousins to play with the children of other families and even stay over for dinner at different houses once they ran out of steam. One of his best friends was Epel, whom Kodi happily regarded as a little brother figure since most of his cousins were older than him. 

As a child, Kodi was much more stoic than his current self, taking after his mother. It wasn’t as if he were shy or traumatized into being emotionally guarded, but rather it was physically difficult for him to show emotions. His face nor his voice would hardly change regardless of how strong of an emotion he was feeling. It was because of this did some of his peers think he was cold, especially when it came to situations that involved sympathy, but his personality didn’t hurt his reputation that much. 

It is only when his magical abilities began to kick in did Kodi notice a drop in attention being paid to him. Since his unique magic involved blending in with his surroundings, this caused his overall presence to become weaker as well.  Sometimes his friends would forget about him during their games (especially if they were playing hide and seek), other times his relatives would forget to set a plate for him at the dinner table; it wasn’t as if he was forgotten about completely, but these little hiccups really hurt his self esteem. It was because of this did Kodi begin to act out to get a little more attention, but he still went unnoticed. Eventually Kodi gave up and resorted to learning different ways to improve himself. He thought if he worked hard enough in a variety of areas, then surely he will get the recognition he deserves. Maybe he might even get lucky and get to go study at Night Raven College, becoming a famous magician after completing his studies at the magic school. He upped his athleticness by playing basketball with his cousins, created arts and crafts with Epel, and studied hard in school to pass his classes. 

When the carriage came to take him away to NRC, Kodi was overjoyed. Well, it didn’t really show on his face because, :/ y’know, but he was shaking a lot from excitement when they placed him inside his coffin.

He didn’t really think much of which dorm he wanted to be placed in. Despite having little to no expectations, Kodi couldn’t help but be a little surprised when he got sorted into Octavinelle. He was aware of his mother’s encounter with the merman, but he thought she was telling him some sugar coated story to explain the absence of his dad. In fact, he was still skeptical of his mother’s tale until he accidentally fell into the large tank just outside the dorm’s lounge after he was done feeding the fish. Having grown up in a place not near any large bodies of water, Kodi didn’t think he needed to know how to swim, and, boy, did he regret it as he sunk deeper and deeper into the water. He blacked out once he ran out of oxygen, but when he came to, Kodi found himself as a cuttlefish laying on the tank’s floor. It took him an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to turn back into human afterwards.

Kodi came in contact with Azul early in his first year since they had a lot of the same classes, as well as the same dorm, together. However, it wasn’t until the start of his second year did Kodi decide he'd had enough of being ignored and that he wanted to sign a contract with Azul to fix his circumstances. His exact wish involved being able to express his emotions more freely as he believed that was the root of his problem. Azul agreed to help him out so long as Kodi did him a little favor that would “better acquaint him with the students on campus”. Thinking nothing of Azul’s vague wording, Kodi accepted his offer and became the overly expressive boi he is today. In exchange, he was to gather information on all the students on campus and create a basic profile on each person that was to be put into a catalogue held by Azul, just so this octopus man knew the type of clients he was going to be dealing with. For the first time, Kodi felt what it was like for fear to contort his face. 

As of now, Kodi wears two mood bracelets around his wrists as physical proof of his contract. The bracelets change colors depending on what mood he’s in, but he tries to hide them under his sleeves out of embarrassment (you could still see how he feels on his face tho… (￣^￣) ). In addition to bending to Azul and the Leech brothers’ whims, he found himself helping out in a little smuggling business within the school, sneaking in certain outside goods that are hard to get on campus through a network of students. Kodi was assigned to deliver the packages in a secretive way, usually using his unique magic to his advantage. At first he was skeptical to join, but after being convinced that it wasn’t technically against school rules and that it wouldn’t take up much of his time, Kodi was on board with the idea. 

Kodi also tried to keep in touch with Epel once the latter joined NRC, but the first year often regards him with disdain, thinking he’s become less cool when he entered his second year. But they’re still decent friends and sometimes have lunch together when their schedules match up. Kodi has attempted to befriend Majid due to him being a first year like Epel, visiting Scarabia to have a chat with him every once and awhile. Majid initially tried to reject him, but eventually became placated when Kodi began to bring snacks he made whenever he came to visit. Kodi doesn’t know how to act around Berenice and is lowkey kind of scared of her since she’s part ghost. He still acts friendly enough towards her though.

(Side Note: I kinda came up with his story before playing Chapter 3, and I’m not entirely sure what would happen to Kodi after all of (･_･;) that happened with all of the other students’ contracts. If Kodi’s contract had the same fate, his mood bracelets would probably become inactivated and go back to those cheap ones you get at souvenir shops. Kodi would still be expressive as always, yet would go back to having his old RBF when he’s not thinking about anything in particular. Or we could pretend that his contract was forgotten about in the chaos (￣∇￣) continuing with the running theme of him being forgotten…).

Powers: 

Unique Magic (Hide-Away): This ability enables Kodi to seamlessly take upon the appearance of his surroundings, whether it involves becoming a part of the wall or a large potted plant. His generally weak presence enhances this ability as well. He has tried to imitate the appearances of other people, however, his unique magic doesn’t seem to accomodate for that type of mimicry. :’) Back to being a part of the wall he goes.

Cuttlefish Transformation: Due to being a quarter cuttlefish, he can only become fully human or fully cuttlefish. There is no in between. Gets kind of jealous whenever he sees Jade and Floyd switch into their merman forms during their visits to The Sea of Corals. Sometimes customers can catch a glimpse of cuttlefish Kodi swimming around the huge tank in Mostro Lounge, testing out his recently discovered form. 

Stunning Hypnosis: Doesn’t really use this ability until he’s forced to. Whenever Kodi finds he’s in a tough situation, he can make his eyes mimic the hypnotic light show cuttlefish would normally display on their skin, his irises quickly shifting between different colors as he does so. This ability temporarily stuns his victim for about one to five minutes, giving him enough time to do whatever he needs to do.   

Trivia: 

He had curled all his hair for his high school debut, but somehow half of it got flattened during his time in the coffin on his way to NRC. Kodi tried to frantically fix it before the entrance ceremony in the bathroom until a random upperclassman complimented his “daring” hairstyle. He was so flattered that he kept doing his hair like that for the rest of the year. 

Both Jade and Floyd tend to tease him about him not being able to turn into a merman. It didn’t bother him that much until they started tossing him around in his cuttlefish form like some terrified beach ball on one of their ocean visits. 

Was tempted to join the Magishift club at first but decided otherwise when he fell off his broom in the first meeting. No one noticed, but he was embarrassed all the same. Switched over to the basketball club because he was more familiar with the sport. (*wheeze* kodi no basuke) 

The shirt he wears with his Octavinelle uniform was given to him by his grandmother, saying that he would look so nice and sophisticated wearing it at school; he was personally reluctant to take it at first, but you can’t say no to grandmama

He so desperately wants to be relied upon that he’s willing to do almost anything to gain others’ respect; this often leads him to being a huge pushover tho

Can be scarily protective over the people he cares about; works from the background to make sure offenders get some kind of karma for what they’ve done

A good majority of his peers and upperclassmen who he knew in his first year became genuinely concerned when Kodi did a complete 180 in his second year; some worried he hit his head the wrong way and offered to take him to the hospital; others just gradually  accepted this new Kodi; besides, it’s nice to see a huge smile finally cross his face when he gets excited about something for once

[lovemychoices]

Before There Was You-2B

TRR X ROE

Song inspiration: Lauv- I like me better

Three years ago while travelling in Europe, Eve Sommers was involved in a car accident. She woke up from her coma two weeks later with no memory of what happened to her in the past seven months. Three years later and still no recollection about what happened to her before the accident. But all of that is about to change. Will she finally know the truth? Will there be consequences?

*THIS SERIES PRACTICALLY THROWS CANON OUT THE WINDOW* YEET!YEET!

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them

Word count : 2500

Chapter Summary: Eve takes Liam to her secret spot. Liam tells her the truth about who he really is.

Series chapter # 1 2A

A/N : This is my first fiction series so it will definitely not be 100% perfect. In other words be kind :). Feedback and comments are welcomed, also hit that reblog button if you like what you read. Sorry for any grammatical errors! 🤭

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that you are 18 and above.

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The next day after a quick breakfast the guys waited outside their hotel for Eve to come to fetch them. A familiar motorcycle parks in front of them. They watched as she and took off her helmet, suddenly everything began to move in slow motion, the way her hair swayed as she shakes her head letting her hair fall back into place. “Good morning gentlemen, I hope you’re ready to have the some fun today.” She grins.

Drake cocks an eyebrow. “Not to state the obvious but I don’t think we’ll all fit on that.” He pointed to the jet black two wheeler.

Eve chuckles. ”The bike isn’t for you, your ride is over there.” she answers and points to the back of the motorbike where a black convertible jeep is parked. Ruby gives a honk and a slow wave from the driver's seat. A sigh of relief escapes Tariq, it wasn’t the ride he’d expected but it was still better than riding one of those monstrous two wheelers.

“I call shotgun!” Maxwell shouts excitedly and ran ahead while the others followed behind him towards the jeep.

Eve grabs hold of Liam's right arm. “Not you Mr, you’re riding with me.” she grins and pulls him towards her motorcycle. She pulls out a second helmet and offers it to him. “Here you go.”

Liam chewed his bottom lip. As a prince, growing up he was never allowed to ride on a motorcycle. They were too dangerous as his father put it, not that it stopped his older brother but Liam was always the obedient one.

“Don’t worry Liam it will be fine, do you trust me?” She smiles softly.

Fck it. He thought and takes the helmet from her outstretched hand. He puts on the helmet before climbing onto the back of her bike. Eve couldn’t help but grin as he settles in behind her, she puts on her helmet and began to turn the throttle. “Hold on.” She says to him over her shoulder. “This is going to be one hell of a ride.”

Liam held on to Eves waist as she maneuvered through the bustling New York traffic, cutting corners here and there. As they are about to approach one of the traffic light started flickering giving a warning signal that it was about to turn red, he could feel the bike starting to pick up speed. She’s not serious is she? The thinks. They were about 150 meters away from traffic light there was no way they were going to make it.

“Hold on!” She shouted as she turns the throttle and changes gears. The speed meter went from 80 to 120 in just mere seconds. Liam closed his eyes as she zooms straight ahead. They manage to pass the traffic light just in time before it turns red.

He opens his eyes and look over his shoulder. “That was insane! I can’t believe we actually made it!” Liam yelled over her shoulder but Eve merely grins. It didn’t take long before they were out from the city. An hour of riding later Eve began to slow down and eventually stopped at a nearby tree. Liam hops off the motorbike and Eve followed after, they both took off their helmets.

“THAT.WAS.AMAZING!” He howls, feeling the rush of adrenaline through his veins. “It was crazy but also amazing!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed the ride, maybe next time you’ll be the one in the front and I’ll be the one at the back holding onto you.” She grins and gave a playful wink.

Liam takes in the surroundings, furrowing his brows. “Hey, are you sure we’re in the right place? This seems a little quiet and deserted for a beach party.”

“Oh no we’re in the right place, the beach party is further up ahead, I thought we’d take a little detour so I can show you my secret spot.”

Liam quirked an eyebrow. “Secret spot? Now I’m intrigued.”

“It’s a little walk up from here but I promise you the scenery will be worth it.” She grins and holds his hand. “Now common, we don’t want to waste anytime.”

She takes him to a cliff to show him a secret cove. “Don’t worry about the rocks just follow my lead.” She assures him. To reach it they had to climb down a rope which terrified him but she managed to coax him down. Liam had never met a woman like her with such agility and determination. They combed the beach for seashell that had washed up on the shore, then climbed onto a small cliff and sat there. Liam closes his eyes slowly inhaling and exhaling while focusing on the sound of the waves. He finally opens his eyes and turns to look at Eve who smiles fondly at him. “Was it worth it?” She asks.

“Everything and more.” He grins.

“Well then there’s only one more thing left to do.”

She grins and slowly gets up on her feet. She starts taking off her clothes one by one.

Liam eyes go wide open but quickly averts them the other way. “Wha- what are you doing?” Liam stutters.

“What does it look like I’m doing, I’m going in for a swim silly.” Eve chuckles. “I hope you brought the proper attire.” She finally manages to take all of her clothes off till there is nothing left but her black bikini. Liam could help but take a peak, mouth hung slightly then swallows hard as he takes in the site of her curves. Without any warning she stood in front at the edge of the rock and dives straight into the clear blue water only to surface a few seconds later. “What are you waiting for? The water is perfectly warm, come on Liam jump right in.”

Liam looks down from where he has standing , his knees were wobbling like jelly and he swallowed hard. He had to be at least 2 storeys high.

“I promise you it’s perfectly fine, you’ve trusted me this far haven’t you? Think of it as a leap of faith.”

What could go wrong? He thinks and starts taking off his clothes. “Just a warning, I didn’t think we’d go swimming so I did not bring the proper attire.”

Eve chuckles “don’t worry, I'm sure they’ll dry up quickly while we ride on the motorcycle.”

Liam takes a deep breath standing on the edge, he lifted both his arms in the air taking on a diving position and dived into the water with a splash. He resurfaced a few seconds later only to find Eve missing. “Eve?” He turns around to search for her. “Over here!” She startles him from behind and as he turns a wave of water cascades over his head. “Hey! That was a cheap shot!” He grins and returns a splash of wave back at Eve. They continue to splash each other till finally Liam surrenders. “Okay.. okay.. I yield! I yield!

Eve chuckles, her eyes wandered towards the rocks near the shore and mischievous grin forms on her face. “Do you want to swim to shore?” She asks. “C’mon— I’ll race you.” She immediately takes off in an elegant but powerful freestyle stroke. Liam shakes his head with a smile and swam after her. He’s body was fit and strong but he still needed the effort to keep up with her. They reach the rocks by the beach with Eve a few strokes ahead of Liam.

“Looks like I won.” Eve grins then narrows her eyes at Liam. “You didn’t let me win on purpose did you?” Liam chuckles. “No. you are fast swimmer, it was a fair face.” “Well as the winner I demand a prize.” She commanded lifting her chin up. “Oh, and prize did you have in mind?” Liam cocks an eyebrow. “How about a kiss from a handsome stranger?” She said biting her lower lip while batting her eyes flirtatiously.

Liam gives a soft smile he felt himself lean towards her closer and closer, his hands cup her face. Her skin was so soft underneath his fingers. Eve returned the smile, closing her eyes then lifting her lip to him. He moves that final fraction of an inch and then he was kissing her. Her mouth felt warm and soft as he slowly deepened the kiss. Breathing hard he pulled back to look at her, her emerald eyes glimmered as she looks back into his ocean blue ones. “Is something wrong?” She asks concerned. Liam lets go of her face, looking away. He knew this was the moment that he had to tell her the truth about him, about who he really was. “We need to talk.” He murmurs. They both sat on an outcropping rock just at the water level. Liam rubbed the back of his neck before letting out a sigh. “I haven’t been 100% honest with you, the truth is—.”

Oh god please don’t tell me he’s got a girlfriend or even worst married!

“The truth is I am not just some normal European guy, I’m—.” He pauses and turns to look her in the eye. “I’m the crown prince of a small country called Cordonia.”

Eve’s eyes go wide open, she was slightly taken aback by his confession. He’s joking right? This must be some kind of prank a crown prince and I’m only hearing about this now? She looks around her surroundings trying to see if there was a hidden camera crew somewhere or something.

“Eve?”

Eve lets out a nervous chuckle. “I’m sorry I’m just processing what you just said. So let me get this straight you’re a Crown Prince? You’re joking right?”

Liam’s lips formed a thin as he looks at her. His expression was serious he didn’t even flinch.

“Oh my god you’re really serious? So. Wow. a prince huh? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Liam heaves a sigh. “Well Maxwell wanted to celebrate his 25th birthday in New York with just as guys. To convince my father to let me go without bringing along a huge security detail, we promised to keep a low profile and I wasn’t allowed to mention to anyone that I was a prince. Because if anyone knew then—.”

“The paparazzi would start swarming in and you wont get to the whole normal guys just want to have fun experience. Not to mention the danger you’d be in without the whole security detail thing.”

“Exactly. Also people tend to act differently around me when they know what I am. When we met yesterday morning and you didn’t have the slightest clue who I was it actually felt nice. I like you Eve, which is why I couldn’t lie to you.”

“Liam.” She smile softly and held his hand giving is a squeeze. “I like you for who you are being a prince won’t change that. And there’s something I need to tell you about me as well.”

Liam stares curiously at her. “You’re not married are you?”

“What? No of course not.” She chuckles. “So a few years ago I was involved in a car accident and I woke up 2 weeks later with completely no memory of what happened the past seven month. I mean the last thing I could remember was getting a letter into med school, the rest after that was a total blank.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have a part of your life just missing. Have you tried getting them back?”

“I did. I’ve tried hypnotherapy and whatever therapy you can think of but nothing worked. At times I could see patches of the memories they would even appear in my dreams sometimes but none of it ever makes any sense. In fact I don’t think any of them are memories at all, maybe they’re just things my mind fabricated. Trying to force myself to remember everything made my life miserable. So a year I realize I could either keep trying to live in the past and be miserable or move forward and actually enjoy life wherever it takes me.” Eve gives a faint smile. “I hope this doesn’t freak you out or anything, I mean usually when I bring up the whole amnesia thing on dates they would look at me all weird or freaked out.”

“Are you saying this was a date?” Liam grins.

“Only if you want it to be?” Eve answers. Liam moves closer, cupping her cheeks and leans in to kiss her deeply. He pulls apart but his hands still linger on her. “Honestly I’ve never met anyone like you Eve Sommers and there is nothing you could ever say Eve that would freak me out.”

Could this man be anymore perfect? she thought. Is it so bad that I feel like I want to kiss him again? A lite breeze blew towards them which made Eve shiver a bit. “Eve are you okay?” Liam asks. “I’m alright. It’s just getting a little chilly maybe we should head to the beach party, we’ve been gone for an hour and your friends would probably be worried.”

“You’re ur probably right.” He smiles ruefully and stands on top of the rock. “Shall we?” He asks offering his hand. Eve smiles and takes it they both climbed back up the small cliff to get their clothes and get change then proceed to head back to the beach party to join their friends.

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“Woohoo! This party is AWESOME!” Maxwell cheers as he shows off his moves at the beach party. “Drake watch me do the running man!”

“No one wants to see you do the running man Maxwell.” Drake sneers while trying to avoid getting pushed around by the sea of people dancing to the music played by the DJ.

While Drake and Maxwell were in the crowd dancing, the rest of the group decided to take a break and have a seat by the brightly lit fire, drinking their beers while watching the sun as it set.

“Maxwell has been dancing for hours, how has he not run out of energy yet?” Ruby asks in amusement.

Liam chuckles. “That’s Maxwell for you, his motto is the party stops when he stops.”

Drake eventually gave up and joined them leaving Maxwell behind, he takes a bottle of beer from the ice chillers and took a seat on the folds up chairs next to Ruby. “I don’t know about you guys, but all that dancing made me feel hungry.”

“Oh, I brought something to eat.” Ruby beams reaching in for the basket next to her. She takes out packets of s’mores and a few barbecue sticks then passes it around to the rest of the group and they began to cook the s’mores in the fire pit.

“This is the life.” Drake grins as he leans back on the beach chair taking a bite of his perfectly burnt smore. “No fancy balls, no decorum this and decorum that. Just good music, good beer, some s’mores, good friends and Tariq.” He grins. Tariq merely rolls his eyes at Drakes comment. “Too bad we’re going back to Cordonia tomorrow.”

“You’re going back Cordornia tomorrow?” Eves asks. She knew that Liam would have to go back eventually, she just didn’t think it would be as soon as tomorrow. For a moment the groups is silent Drake and Ruby looks back and forth with each other.

“Hey Drake, maybe we should go check up on Maxwell.” She suggested giving him a signalling look. “Uh yeah.” He replies clearing his throat while subtlety nudging Tariq with his elbow. Tariq looks at both of them curiously, Drake narrows his eyes at him while Ruby tilts her head towards Liam and Eves’ direction. He finally gets the message and excuses himself as well.

“So you're going back to Cordonia tomorrow? I mean I knew you would go back eventually, I just didn’t think it would be so soon as tomorrow.”

“Yes, we leave first thing in the morning.” Liam heaves a sigh. “Believe me I wished I could stay a little longer, but I promised my father I’d be back in Cordonia by tomorrow.”

“It’s alright, I understand.” She gives a rueful smile. “Besides it’s not like this goodbye forever, you have my number we’ll stay in touch. Maybe someday when you’re free I might come visit you.”

“I’d like that.” He smiles. “I look forward to getting to know more of you, Eve Sommers.” “I look forward to getting to know you too, Liam Rys.”

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[khuntopia]

✧ drowning [ minchan ]

Summary: Summer in Australia with Minho and three of his buddies. Nothing could go horribly even if the poor boy can't even swim, right?

Pairings: Minho x Lifeguard!Chan

Genre: Fluff.

Length: 4.4K words.

Warnings: Usage of explicit language.

Requested: Pretty much. This was just an idea by @/starryknow on Twitter and I thought it might be nice to write about it. Thank you for the idea, Elle!

A/N: My first imagine book so it would be pretty nice if anyone could give me some advice and what they thought about this short story. Have a nice reading :)

Minho is watching the trees, how they sway in a warming breeze. It is that time when summer begins to blossom into something the body feels as much as the brain when the emotions catch their thermal updrafts.

The boy remembered when he first arrived in Australia on his first day, the heat rained down on them like the breath of hell. It felt as if the sidewalk was hot enough to fry a morning breakfast. It was one brutal day for him.

So when Minho felt the coldness against his face with the wonderful perfume of roses met his nose, he just wants to run around the nearby park from his hotel like a little kid.

He heard the faint sound of chirping above and saw birds soar across the sky. He closed the door from the balcony and turned his body to the opposite way, only to stop his footsteps when he saw his friend, Seo Changbin.

Changbin was wearing dark grey trousers, flat sandals with some stupid looking summer hat, from Minho's point of view.

Minho pulls away from his sunglasses from his face, a displeased look worn on his expression. "What's all of this about, and why are you bringing those surfing board out with this wonderful weather?"

"Oh, it's summer, we're not gonna stay at this neighborhood for the whole week! We're going to the beach, of course, Minho."

"Wait, beach?"

"Yes the beach Minho, go inside and change quickly, you're lucky that Hyunjin just woke up so hurry up!" Changbin repeated, not minding the other boy's expression.

"B-b-but—"

"Argh stop winning! Just go!" Minho was being pushed to go inside the room, causing the door to slammed to his back. Minho sighed, gave up and went to his bedroom to take his swimsuit.

Although he can't swim.

On the other hand, Hyunjin was just going out of his bedroom and seemed unenthusiastic. He too was forced to go. Seungmin followed him behind and grinned like an idiot when he saw Minho's face of horror.

"Remember to bring BB Cream and SPF to protect your perfect skin." Seungmin exaggerated, knowing how much the other guy hated being in the sun exposure.

And he hated that he could only sit while watching the rest having fun.

Minho was sitting on the back of the car, watching the outside's views from the window in the most lifeless in his life. His head was slowly following to the beat of the song played from Changbin's huge speakers.

And of course, if you put Seungmin on the first seat, he would turn on his favorite band Day6 and blast it at a high volume, head bobbing back and forth like a crazy chicken.

At least he was lucky that the passengers didn't look at the young boy and his group of friend weirdly. "This is gonna be the best vacation ever!" Seungmin looked from his back towards grumpy looking Minho.

"Fuck no." Minho cursed.

The rest of the boys chuckled, again, not minding about Minho who was utterly silent on their whole ride to his hell.

The beach was unexpectedly uncrowded, not what they were thinking of. Changbin was proud that he took the boys on the right day to go to the beach. Most of them didn't take much time to prepare, instead, they all started to run straight to the cool water. Leaving the boy-who-cannot-swim and Hyunjin all the kinds of stuff left.

"I wish I could have bought my cats with me."

"You know we can't bring animals on the plane, right? Just enjoy your time here, man, maybe look at the pretty trees or go talk to some local people here." Hyunjin uttered while having trouble smearing his suncream on his back.

"Tsk," said Minho, his voice half a whisper. "I didn't even get 20/100 on that last test. Do you think I'm really capable to talk to them? Stop being stupid, aussieboo, just go play and I'll stay here on my own." He finished.

"Fine." Hyunjin's tone held a warning note. "Don't be bored without my existence."

"I don't need you, shoo!"

"And hey, from what I remember, Changbin also brought his old cheap looking $10 float last week. He prepared a lot actually, so just check his bag."

With that, Hyunjin dashed away and followed the rest of the boys. Minho looked at them, having the fun time of their life, making himself wondering if he should actually try and go in the water. Ugh, he thought. He knows that he wouldn't be able to sit on the burning sand for more than hours, nor is he patient enough to even sit on one spot for even 30 minutes.

"Look at that grandpa running with his unicorn float. I swear this is embarrassing as heck." Seungmin said, but before he could say more, the other boy already came next to their side.

"I knew Changbin had a float but this isn't what I expected it to be. I guess he has been very interested in rainbows and fluffy stuff—oW!"

Hyunjin was hit as he tried to finish his sentence by no other than Changbin. He glared at the innocent-boy, and was trying to defend himself by saying that "It's my sister's old float."

"But you don't even have a sibling."

"Shut up Hyunjin!" Changbin raised his voice.

While the rest of them were arguing about the float, Minho was busy looking at the beautiful scenery of the smooth-looking sand, the local people around talking in their native language and kids building the sandcastle. In the gentle spring sunshine, the boy felt as if he were swimming in the briny aroma.

It wasn't as bad as he thought.

Minho observed every single detail from this beach, however, he stopped right when he saw this lifeguard's face. Right there. That guy had that kind of face to stopped your track, based on Minho's good eyesight. His rich chocolate hair, more like golden brown as the sunlight was hitting his face was slightly tousled and wavy.

The lifeguard seemed somewhere his age, which was pretty nice but the only problem was the language barrier. It was frustrating for Minho, but he kept staring from afar.

"Do you think that we should call him," Seungmin whispered to Changbin, snorting.

Hyunjin also saw what they were both talking about, and quickly swam closer to them and said half-whispered with amusement. "I wonder what he is dreaming about, huh?"

"I mean not gonna lie, that lifeguard is hot."

"Not you too, Changbin!"

Changbin shook his head in denial. "Nah, I don't believe on love at first sight."

But his word was drowned out by the sea of laughter, which confused Minho, who wasn't listening to their conversation since the beginning. Hyunjin noticed his confusion and quickly asked:

"So hyung, when are you planning to take him out?"

Minho blink. He knew exactly what they were all talking about. Him, that lifeguard. That handsome effing lifeguard. What should he say, that he was only looking at the coconut tree stupidly? Nah, that'd be way too obvious. He would rather be honest.

"I wish, but language barrier, guys." He said with a straightforward tone yet it seemed very dejected. It was easy to find a lover for him, it's just that he's not interested in girls.

The rest of them nodded, all disappointed.

"Hey but don't be too sad, you still have us here, we're enough handsome for you to look every single day, am I right?" Changbin smirk as Minho just laughed silently. It was true, they were pretty enough to complete his life.

Till then, Minho didn't think of him much.

"Hey guys, I think I saw an ice cream truck inside that place earlier. Should we go get some?"

"Is Changbin paying?"

"No! Last to arrive there is paying."

"Seems fine with us."

Just then, everyone started dashing to the shore, leaving Minho on his float alone. "Yah! Yah! This is unfair!" He kept screaming, not even moving an inch because it would be useless in anyway.

The rest were staying on the sand, making grimaces from afar like little kids. Minho sighed. It was what he had to deal with them every single day, so why was he even mad at this point.

He slowly tries and moves his hand, trying to get closer to the edge of the beach. When suddenly, he felt his surrounding less heavy and somewhat more weird than usual. Minho looked at the float, and quickly understand the situation.

Drowning, he was drowning.

Shit shit shit shit! Not now.. he thought, his hand was starting to panic as he tries to at least swim somewhere near the shore. His legs were trying to move along, but nothing worked. His body gave up on trying.

Minho couldn't hear exactly what was going on, sounds from above the water were muffled from down here. His eyes were starting to give up too. This is probably the end, was what he was thinking of.

On a matter of second, Minho was quickly pulled out of the water by two strong hands grabbing his arms.

The three boys were standing next to the lifeguard as he just got out of the water, holding Minho on his arm.

"Darn it Changbin, you shouldn't have bought that float for $10! Your rich ass could buy a slipper for millions of bucks, but not for a float?!"

"Hey, that's not my fault! And for your information, it's not even me that bought those."

"Can you all shush, please? Minho is literally unconscious and y' all are here arguing about a float? I'm supposed to be the youngest and most childish but it's actually the two of you?"

Hyunjin and Changbin were silent as they both watched the older one lay down on the sand. The handsome lifeguard pinched Minho's nose and was doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation as Seungmin was sheepishly smiling.

"Now look at the childish one, smiling at someone doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

"If we told Minho that his hot lifeguard was saving his life by doing this, he would probably faint for another time." Seungmin chuckled. Their whole conversation has been in Korean, although they didn't expect that their words could change everything.

The lifeguard, named Chan, was trying not to react to their words. He was flustered and also surprised that they were speaking Korean right in front of him, who also had the same nationality as them. He tried to focus on the unconscious guy but just got more clumsy instead.

He just kept focusing on Minho's face more.

Luckily, Minho coughed out a huge amount of water and was now conscious, just a bit nauseous and very confused.

"Uh-uh—"

"Are you okay?" His voice was soft, compared with how huge and muscular he was. Minho was even more confused and very very flustered.

Minho swore to himself that he didn't mean nor want to stare at him in the eyes for that long. To the point that his mouth almost dropped open at the sight in front of him.

With all of his effort, he answered with his broken English."I'm okay"

"Can you walk?"

"Yes—" Minho started to stand up and run away immediately at this point, only to fall down again, luckily it didn't hurt as much since there was the sand.

He wanted to say that his leg hurt in English, but couldn't found the exact word. He hated Seungmin for not helping him when he's just right at the lifeguard's back. However, to his surprise, Chan got his back.

"I think you have leg cramps?" Chan asked, this time, in the language they both understand, Korean. At that moment, the three other was the one who was now shocked. They looked at each other, eyes fully wide, mouth opened, soon regretting everything they said.

Minho's heart was beating a mile per minute, the guy's voice was amazingly attractive. And someone with a striking look with a beautiful voice speaking in his native language, it feels like an angel singing.

"Ah-ah-ah yes! You speak Korean?"

"Yeah, I lived in Korea for some years actually." Chan smiled, which seemed so genuinely sweet.

And another striking moment.

Not for Minho though, but for the three other guys, wondering how they will have to tell the other one what they just did. They knew Chan heard what they said, and regretted it.

They didn't even care how cute the contact between the two older boys was, even if they were literally staring death in the eyes, but just how screwed they would be if the now-conscious boy knew the secret.

Loverboy and his lifeguard were having a small little talk, for about 10 minutes about things like their vacation, Chan's life of being a lifeguard, before parting different ways.

"I'm praying for the both of you, Changbin and Seungmin, especially you, little one," Hyunjin whispered, pointing at the Seungmin

Seungmin breath out heavily. "Maybe you can start planning my soon-to-be-funeral."

"Seungmin did what?"

"Don't act like you're deaf, Minho, he literally said what I just said to your lifeguard!"

"Hyunjin, you have such a big mouth, won't you ever learn how to shut up?"

Seungmin looks over at Hyunjin and wishes he could smack him in the face, glaring at him as if someone just stole his favorite toys. Changbin wished he could say something to comfort Minho, who looked surprisingly normal.

"I mean," Seungmin clarified, "it's not like I knew the guy spoke Korean, if I did, I would keep my mouth shut, unlike Hyunjin here!"

Changbin looked hugely entertained at their fighting, although his look changed to an alarming sort of way as he saw Minho leaving their car, whispering "I'm going to buy a coffee, I'll be back." The two boys were still bickering about themselves as usual.

Minho wasn't actually mad at them, or even Seungmin, instead, he kept imagining the scene Chan doing that mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, or even kiss him on the lips. It made him crazy just to think of it, and afraid that the boys would think he's a weirdo, Minho decided it would be a nice idea to go breathe some fresh air.

He heard noises of someone panting and running footsteps towards him. He stopped in front of a narrow door of the coffee shop before that person grabs his shoulder. He knew that person is none other than Changbin. "Hey," he muttered, exchanging a glance with Minho. "Is everything alright there, hyung?"

Minho shook his head as if to say I don't know.

"Okay look Changbin, I'm fine, it's just that, I hate to feel that I have to leave Australia and.. and that lifeguard guy." Changbin looked up, completely silent.

"I hate that I'm like this, Changbin. I hate that I'm so desperate over a guy I just met."

"I saw that the both of you had a nice conversation afterward, why didn't you ask for his numbers?" Changbin asked.

Minho stopped for a second, before answering. "You have a point, but have you seen the number of people who had rejected me? I'm honestly scared, Changbin."

Changbin felt a flicker of sympathy for him. It was true, Minho had been fighting over this for a while, and it was honestly not easy for him to watch his friend, feeling neglected. There was a moment of quiet and peace between the two boys. Changbin wanted to open his mouth to say something but completely forgotten it as he saw the one and only prince charming of Lee Minho, entering that shop they were about to go in.

This time, to make sure that Chan won't hear anything, Changbin half-whispered into Minho's ear. "There goes your chance, pretty boy, either you say it now, or it's over. I believe in you, hyung, I know that you can do it and if the guy even dares say a word about you, it's over for him, okay?" He insisted, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Also bring me a latte, that would be nice."

"Al-alright." His voice broke unevenly with a very trembling hand. Minho had never been this hesitant before, so before he entered the shop, he let out a shaky breath. The dread and anxiety deadened his mind and body.

He is right next to that fucking counter where I have to order my drink, what a perfect way to start the plan, he thought. Being so cautious and nervous, Minho ran with high speed and ordered right away as he almost startled the old lady, probably the manager of the shop. While opening his mouth, he noticed the intense stare on Chan's face.

Wet brown tendrils of hair clung to his forehead and cheeks, droplets trekking down his jaw to drip from his chin. His eyes, especially his eyes, were stained with the color of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wraps around you like a blanket; engulfs you in its warmth and makes you feel at home. Minho stuttered for a second.

"I-I would like two lattes and..and.. 2 Coca Cola please."

"Sure darling, you can wait on this table here—"

Before the woman could finish her sentence, Minho already ran outside to Changbin's side, whirled to face him more than he ever thought he would. "Okay look Changbin, I confessed to people but it was only through social media—not face to face after meeting for 10 minutes. You know that I'm very introverted so—"

Changbin, to reassure his friend, this time, he holds both of his hand, saying, "Look, Minho. I was like you before, hyung. So coy and reluctant when it comes to these things. I remembered when I confessed to my boyfriend it felt like I was going on my final test. At some point, you just have to try, although there's a chance it would.. fail."

"Even if he would reject you, it will be the past, and if he did, it would just prove him as someone terrible for not even giving my wonderful friend that's right in front of me a chance." This time, Changbin's voice seemed a lot more comforting, adding that lovely smile of his, it boosts Minho's confidence.

When Minho felt that he was ready, before going inside one last time, he turned to Changbin, giving an assuring grin. "Also, Changbin."

"Hm?"

"I have to agree that your boyfriend Felix really deserve you after all, and thank you." Changbin suppressed with a smile, his blush seared through his cheeks and for a second, it was hot pink.

Going inside again felt exactly like Changbin described, it felt like on your final test. The lady still was still making the last drink while Chan—Minho could only see his back, huge shoulder. He noticed that the boy was just that he was writing something on a piece of paper.

Minho only stood there, watching what was going on. Later, when he finished writing his note, he gave it to the old lady, who sheepishly smiled back at him. Chan suddenly turned his back and saw Minho who was already walking to him.

"Thank you, how much is it for?"

"$12, dear."

Chan turned to his direction, making eye contact at the boy in front of him. Minho hands were trembling, although his tone remained calm. Both were looking in the eyes for a good five seconds. Before Chan said anything, he did a little awkward cough and said:

"Hey, so you're going to leave Australia soon?"

Minho shook his head. "In a week, actually."

Chan hummed in response. "Well, I guess I won't see you around soon, so... I guess.. this is goodbye?"

Minho opened his mouth but was stopped when Chan shot upright from his seat, approaching the other boy the closest they've ever been. Chan gave him a wistful look. "Must.. you go..? I was honestly hoping that you would stay here for a while."

Minho was frozen on the same spot.

"Well, I don't want you to go, honestly," Chan said. "I don't know why I feel it so strongly—I've just met you—but I don't want you to go."

Minho said nothing. He was too busy being shocked that the man right here is somewhat confessing to him. It felt like a sweet dream. It was like a sweet dream. But it was a reality. It was so odd, he thought, what brought out the tenderness in people. It was never what he would have expected.

"And I feel like trusting you," he said. "I don't know why—But again, I've just met you for a while—but I do." Chan unexpectedly moves his head closer to Minho. The next thing Minho knew, was that his forehead rests against his, and that feeling of both fear and excitement was growing inside him.

Is this.. it.. he thought.

"May I?" Chan asked softly, and with a swift motion, not even an answer, but just Minho's little nod. Chan brushed his lips across his and reached for him as if he would otherwise drown. Minho almost gasped when the other boy's hand went around his.

Minho was completely unprepared, even if he knew that the other one asked for a kiss, he was completely unprepared. His brain was lit on fire, the warm set through his entire body. It felt amazing, for both of them.

When they both pulled away, their breaths were shaking. Chan, from what Minho saw, was pale, paler than before, except for the two splotches of red across his cheeks. Minho felt like those first kiss that he would end up rolling in his bed and burying his face in the pillow. So lovely and innocent. He was hiding his face with both of his hand, covering his face to hide his embarrassment.

Before Minho could say anything, the next thing he knew was that Chan, already dashed out of the shop, leaving him standing like an idiot on the middle of the room. Not that he cared about the weird look on the local people, because there was none, but just the kiss.

"Yah! What happened? Why did he just stormed out like that?" Changbin asked, oblivious about the situation. From his point of view, it looked like Minho had been drugged from his lifeguard.

Minho, grinning like an idiot, answered simply with we just kissed. Changbin looked towards the boy in front of him, staring at him as he almost screamed loudly to the whole world.

"No way! So you got his number?"

"Mhmmm—wait what did you say?" Minho finally came back to his sense when Changbin asked that question and repeated twice.

"Y-you guys kissed.. and you didn't ask for his damn numbers?"

"Changbin, I forgot, Changbin, I really forgot.," Minho shouted, and he wasn't sure if he sounded angry, mad, sad or something else. What he knew was that next, he reached for Changbin's shoulder and started whining. The only thing the younger boy could do was sigh and comfort his brother by caressing his back.

"If not, maybe we can go back here tomorrow."

"Really? Please, Changbin please just this time."

"I don't really mind, hyung and I think the boys would love to go here for the second time. And anything for my friend, of course—" He was cut off by Minho's tight hug, almost choking him at some point until he pushed him away, chuckling.

Changbin stood up straighter, "Look here, our drink is already ready, maybe we can stay here for a night while you look for the boy, does that seems fine to you?"

"Perfect, actually. You're the best, Changbin, and let's drink these so I can refresh my head."

Changbin approached the table and saw a note next to it, he thought at first it was just a bill. But little did he know, it wasn't. As he got more curious, he opened the little piece of paper, his eyes almost as wide as a kid getting their Christmas present. All he did next was shoving the letter to Minho's face so he couldn't miss the content on it.

Once the older one read it, Minho felt like collapsing, screaming, dying—everything.

The letter was written by Chan, very neatly, and very... cheesy.

———

'It's Chan, the lifeguard guy. I was and always too shy to even ask you out, maybe we can at least call each other when we can? I think that you look pretty cute, and I would love to know you more.'

'Here's my number, it would be nice if you call could a lifeguard, because I'm drowning in your beautiful eyes.'

And to end everything, at the back, was written. 'And I think I kind of like you already.'

       — Bang Chan.

———

Changbin's smile was beaming, not as much as Minho, but there was a flicker of happiness in his eyes. "It looks like someone just got the jackpot, nice for you, hyung!"

When they got back to the car, Minho's mood had changed completely since the beginning of the trip, not because they were going home, but Chan. It was a hell of a trip, but he forgets most of the negative thought. The only thing is that he can't trust Changbin for bringing any float, again.

As for the 3 rest, they were ecstatic for the older one, even if the two aren't even dating, yet. Hyunjin is already claiming himself as their future children's godfather, while Seungmin is talking about how great of an uncle he would be, just, a mess.

Nonetheless, it was still indeed a beautiful and remarkable vacation for Minho.

As for Chan, he couldn't stop thinking of Minho. Whether if the other one is really gonna call him afterward. Chan was still scared, frightened about his sudden action, like the kiss, but he was honestly proud.

He didn't even know about Minho well, yet he knew that the boy was nothing but an angel. He isn't even sure if the cute boy would use him at the end or not, yet he trusts him with his whole heart.

For him, fate is beautiful. But what he didn't know was that the boy he saved that day from a drowning incident, is the person who is gonna spend the rest of his life with.

End

[unholyhelbig]

Prompt: After being dragged to a carnival by her friends Emily and Jesse, and later dragged to a "real" seer that can reveal your "one true love." It's been revealed that Beca's one true love happens to be a legendary evil/dark being (a person you ship Beca with). Beca thinks its bullish*t, but strange things have been happening ever since the reveal of her supposed one true love. Question now is, will Beca try to escape her fate or embrace it?

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[A/N: anyone up for a part two?? also, sorry I haven’t been posting. Things are… busy.] 

Beca kicked the toe of her sneaker into the loosedirt lot. She could practically taste the earth as it mixed with freshly poppedcorn and dripping batter topped with powdered sugar. The scent coated her lungsand as her stomach clenched in hunger, she thought, maybe this wouldn’t be sobad.

Thelights were mesmerizing: twinkling against reflective signs advertising simplering toss games that would win cheap stuffed animals. She wouldn’t admit thatshe wanted the purple tiger. There were greasy carnies that leaned heavilyagainst bar stools that had the leather casing stripped off. They shoutedthings at people walking by- step rightup, if you have what it takes! Think you can win the big prize? Why don’t youtest your luck! Hey shorty, want to test yer’ strength?

Becahad glared at the last guy and he shut right up.

Jessestuck the tip of his tongue out in concentration as he cocked his head andclosed one eye completely. He tossed another ping pong ball and it bouncedright off the water filled milk jugs with a clank. Beca cringed and Emily letout a heavy sigh.

“Toobad, Kid.” The Carney sneered, palming the little white ball. “That was yourlast shot.”

Hefrowned at the swimming fish that tapped against the jars and dug in his jeanspockets for another five dollars. Beca wanted to stop him, maybe tell him thatthese things were rigged and if Emily really wanted a fish this bad, she couldgo to the superstore in the center of town and get a 25-cent goldfish.

“Giveme three more balls.”

“I’mnot even sure if you have two.”

“Whatdid you say?”

Becagrasped at his flannel and kept him from hopping over the counter as Emily letout a small grunt in response, pushing the boy away from the small little boothand the grinning high school dropout. “Alright, buddy, think you’ve had enoughof that game.” Emily said, “Not that important.”

“Yeah,dude, I don’t think Em can take care of a fish anyway. You remember hercactus?”  

Emilytook a moment to look offended. “Excuse me, I took very good care of Oscar.”

Jessesnorted and let the tension fall away from his body. They had pushed him farenough away from the stupid little game that he seemed to move onto somethingelse, like the intoxicating scent of carnival food and the set of parents bythe picnic table that struggled to wipe the dripping chocolate from theirchildren’s chin. It was too late to have them out like this, but Beca couldn’thelp and warm at the twinkle in their eyes.

“Yeah,until you overwatered it.”

“he looked thirsty.”

Becatuned the rest of the argument between her friends out and shoved her handsinto her pockets. Her fingers were cold and felt almost numb. She could neverwarm them. The colors of the Ferris Wheel reflected across the food cars andthe metal casing on the boat ride. It went up and down and the metal screeched,probably cold itself.

Shesquinted against the edge of tents, through the screaming kids and exhaustedparents. There was a tent, something small compared to the others. Somethingdarker. It was a deep violet instead of the standard pinstriped red and white. Itsflaps were closed, zipped even, and a neon light up sign of a crystal ball wasbuzzing like incessant mosquitos hovering against stagnant water. Find your one true love. It read in alurid green.  

“Ohno, we’ve lost her.”

“I’mjust happy we got this far.”

Becablinked a few times and glared at her friends. They were both stocky andawkward. Jesse’s features were shaded in a deep blue and red each time a newlight cycle moved across the Ferris Wheel, and Emily still peered over at thelittle goldfish that swan in glass jars, turning her attention to Beca.

“No-I just… That place looks interesting.” She lifted her chin towards the littlepurple tent.

“Theone thing that doesn’t have a line?” Jesse said.

“No,no, I like that about it. I think we should check it out. You go get us funnelcake.”

Jessesputtered out something for a few seconds before his own hunger got the best ofhim. The scent of freshly fried dough had won his inner battle and he salutedat Emily before trudging off to stand at the end of a long line. Beca bit hertongue and decided against asking for a diet lemonade. Emily pulled her closeand Beca let out a small grunt. “Let’s go get our palms read, shall we?”  

Becawas beginning to regret even making the suggestion as they wandered closer tothe violet tent. And Jesse did make a point, it was the only place in this whole entire carnival that didn’t’ havea line, or even a single soul waiting to see what was behind the sheet offabric. She dragged her feet in the dirt and stilled herself as they stood infront of the opening.

“Youfirst, dude.”

“Noway,” Emily whispered back harshly “This was your idea. Not like they’re goingto tell you that you’re going to die or anything.”

“Ididn’t think they were going to until just now.” Beca bit back, but she steppedinside of the dark tent regardless. She was overtaken immediately by the scentof roses, a dark coolness combating the mid-summer heat. It wasn’t like the othertents. There were only two lights, one hanging from the very center as it swungback and forth, the other situated against the fabric of a table. Beca wasexpecting to see a crystal ball or something. Not just a fold out surface witha patterned cloth over it. The place was empty.

“Oh,they’re not home.” Beca mumbled, “It’s not meant to be.”  

Shefelt Emily dig her elbow into her ribs and it kept her from taking a stepbackward. She breathed in another heaping of flowery air before letting hershoulders drop as she glanced towards the table. “Hello?”

Afew beats of silence. “Okay, maybe you’re right. This place seems empty. Nowonder there wasn’t a line-“

“Peopletend not to appreciate my services.”

Becalet out a gasp, while Emily stifled her own screech of fear by pushing herfingers against her lips and stumbling into the center of the room that thetent harvested. Beca instinctively shot her hand out in front of Emily,stiffening her own stance as she took in the stranger.

Hereyes were limey green, illuminated in the lantern that sat on the table, herhair such a jet black that it nearly blended in with the surroundings. She wasdressed casually, as casually as a circus-like this would allow. The womanreminded Beca of a cat, her stare close to half moons as she forced a toothysmile. Her canines were pointed, and it gave Beca chills.

“I’mScarlet, I’m a seer.”

“Oh,”Emily cautiously let her shoulders relax “I’m Emily, and this is Beca. But I’msure you already knew that.”

Scarletchuckled and the sound made her seem less intimidating. It released the tensionin the air “That’s not quite how it works. It’s nice to meet the both of you.Please, sit.”

Becagave Emily an apprehensive look before the three of them settled around thesmall rounded table. That floral scent was ever encompassing now, but it wassoothing. She was sitting up straight in the uncomfortable chairs, none of themmatching the surface in front of them. She sat in one that had peeling yellowpaint, letting her hands rest in front of her.

“You’renot very open to this, are you, Beca?”

Shewondered if it was her stance, or maybe the way her eyes were darkened thesecond they made contact with scarlets. Either way, her skin buzzed with theheat of the carnival and she was pretty sure she could smell her own sweat. Thequestion rubbed her the wrong way.

“No,I just don’t know what any of this is.” She adjusted her stance, lessening theharshness of her voice when Emily snapped her eyes towards her. “Sorry, I just-this is kind of insane.”

Scarletchuckled softly, reaching her hand forward and curling her fingers a few timesas if begging for Beca’s own touch. It was what she did, and the older girlrelented as she finally trusted her enough to grasp it.  It was cold compared to the sticky air.

“I’mnot going to tell you you’re going to die or anything, it doesn’t work likethat. I won’t tell you anything you’re not ready to hear.”

Emilynudged her shoulder. “That’s reassuring, right Bec’s?”

Shewouldn’t quite use reassuring as the word. Comforting, maybe, but not enough toquell the uneasy feeling in her stomach. Still, she saw the way the pretty youngwoman flexed her fingers, waiting for Beca to grasp it. She breathed in the incense and finally did.

Thewoman tensed up in a way that made Beca’s stomach drop even more than it had inthe first place. Scarlet’s touch reminded her of the way her doctor used to wrapthat rubber band around her upper arm and tap a vein. It would pinch againsther skin and the painted black nails of the seer did the exact same.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

Becacast a paled look at Emily who simply shrugged and gave her a sheepish smile.Maybe this was apart of the theatrics. The reason people tended not to visit a psychicin the middle of a fun fair. Her grasp tightened a little more before shescooted closer to the table, her face contorted into a frown.

“What?What is it?” Emily burst at the seams.

“There’ssomeone in your future. Someone dark and powerful.”

“Like…a businesswoman?” Beca asked carefully.

“Likea queen.”

Shecouldn’t’ help the scoff that moved past her lips. This was the 80’s. As far asshe was concerned, the closest queen was hundreds of miles and an ocean away. Certainly,nowhere near her future. This was a load of chalked up stories, notecards that Scarletprobably kept taped under the table, hidden by a sequin table cloth.

“Beca,listen to me.” Her eyes were suddenly open, emerald and sparkling. She had pulledthe girl closer and the wicked smile on her face was wiped away. She could smellthe pungent odor of her breath, feel it on her cool cheek. “This is no joke. Whenyou meet this woman- you mustn’t let her take control of your soul. Not the onepart of light that you have left. No matter how captivating, how innocent she mayappear- do not let her in. It could destroy us all!”

“Oookay,”She drew out the word after a long round of silence. She took her hands back inthe gentlest way possible, as not to offend the woman. “Thank you for that. Whatever that was. But we should be going. I’m sure our friend is worriedabout us”  

Becadidn’t wait for Emily to get her reading, because the open tent was suddenlyfeeling very claustrophobic. Instead, she let the chair scrape against theloose dirt, scrambling for the flap in place of the door. Emily digging throughher bag for some type of compensation before she burst into the open space ofthe fair.

Itwas dark.

TheFerris Wheel had stopped turning, it’s lights shut off completely, loomingstructure shaking as the wind howled, cold and unforgiving. The stands had shutoff their own lights, the scent of greasy food still there, but barely. Litterfloated around in the breeze and the music had given way to crickets and bullfrogs singing their symphony.

“Beca,I am so sorr-“Emily ran straight into her, the air knocking from her lungs asshe cut off her own speech. “What the hell? I swear we weren’t I there for morethan a few minutes.”

Sheglanced around, the moonlight stark and jarring compared to how lively it was oncewas a few moments ago. She stiffened herself. “We should get back to the car. LetJesse know that we made it home.”

Emilyswallowed dryly but quickly agreed as she shoved her hands in her pockets. Becawas careful not to step in any trash, forgotten paper plates, and Styrofoam cups.It gave her some type of odd comfort- knowing that there was, in fact, some lifehere before. Emily walked closer than before but Beca didn’t’ mind. Not whenthe world felt like this: Empty and desolate.

“Whatshe said back there… I’m sorry. I thought it would be fun.”  

“Aboutan evil queen popping up in my life? Please, Em, that was fun. You don’t reallybelieve that stuff, do you?”

“Well,you’ve got to admit, the world is too black and white to not have a little grayaround the edges.”

Becascoffed for what seemed to be the second time tonight, maybe even the third.Emily had that childlike wonder in her eyes, even as they walked to the dirtpacked parking lot. Her crimson red firebird was the only thing in the stretchof land. They both drew in simultaneous breaths.

“Whatare you two doing out here?”

Emilystiffened and Beca tightened her grasp around her keys, not turning around, notyet. That voice was a dark and low purr. Something that made her blood flickerwith ice and it wasn’t just the roaching cold. Soft but something completely incontrol.

Shewas short compared to Emily, but everyone was. Her shoulders drawn back and acrew shirt hugging her into the darkness. The girl’s eyes were a crisp bluelike freshly frozen over ice. Waves that broke apart the sheets and created anelectric current. She had a smile that was close to demon-like, even in the hissinglight of the above lamp post. Beca didn’t’ even realize it was buzzing untilnow. Like the second stage of a plague. She had a toothpick shoved between herlips.

“Sorry,we uh- we were caught up in that psychic tent over there.” Beca made a generalmotion towards where they had just come from. “We didn’t’ realize how late itwas. We’re leaving now, though.”

“Yeah?Madame Scarlet right?” The strangers’ voice became somewhat comical as she wavedher hands in the air and scrunched her face up. “First time I met her she saidI would get a dog, well- find one on the railroad tracks.”

“Didyou ever?” Emily asked, piping up. “Find a dog, I mean.”

“No,I’m afraid not. Shockingly enough, I don’t wander around tracks in towns I don’tknow.” She smiled broadly at that, working her hand through locks of fire-filledcurls. It looked almost effortless. The girl moved the toothpick from hermouth. “Anyway, you two be safe. Don’t cheat on Scarlet with any other psychic’salright?”

“Nopromises,” Beca found herself saying, running her thumb against the edge of herkey, but loosening her grip. The girl raked her electric blues up and down herbody, taking in the chills that wracked her body, but she could easily blamethat on the cold. “have a good night.”

“Youtoo.” She placed the toothpick back between her lips, narrowing her eyes beforeturning on her heels and walking back towards the direction she came. Becawatched her every move before she cleared her throat and turned towards her car.

“Whatthe hell was that?”

[zzloch]

Fairy Tail University AU

Hey, I have no idea what this is. I hope you enjoy this story.

Disclaimer, I don't own the characters I do own whatever this plot is. Also, Juvia is seriously OOC (She is in pretty much most of my fanfics). Also, there are tons of hints of ships ignore them if you don't like them

-Z.Z Loch

Juvia POV

Juvia can't believe Gajeel and Juvia are going to Fiore University. Of course, that means we're going to an all Rich Kids School. Get prepared for cocky, rude girl central. Right now Gajeel is helping Juvia carry Juvia's things to Juvia's new room, we already unloaded everything of Gajeel's into his room, and we were almost done with Juvia's.

"Oww!"

Juvia and Gajeel were holding Juvia's dresser, and Juvia had just run into a dark-haired boy.

"Watch where you're going!" The boy yelled, while rude, Juvia is not gonna lie, he's kind of cute

"Gray be nice to her, She clearly just got here."

"Well, she still ran into me."

As the two bickered Gajeel groaned. "Can you guys just move."

The girl and boy looked surprised and moved out of the way. We continued to walk up the stairs and walked into Juvia's room. A boy shouted next door.

"LUCE"

"WHAT"

"WHERE DO YOU WANT YOUR JEWELRY?"

They continued yelling back and forth until Gajeel screamed.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND JUST GET IN THE SAME ROOM TO TALK."

Gajeel stood up and walked next door with me hanging on to him, trying to keep him in place.

"Dragneel!"

"REDFOX”

"Stop being so God damn loud."

"Natsu, who's this?" the blonde from earlier questioned.

"My cousin, Gajeel Redfox, and you are?" He asked referring to Juvia

I was about to respond until the dark-haired boy cut me off, he was getting less cute.

"Wait is that a Phantom Jacket?"

"Yes, and your point?" I questione

"It's just Phantom is such a poor school."

"And... our parents are cheap" Gajeel commented shooting daggers at the boy.

Juvia laughed, it wasn't all that false.

"How did you even get into Fiore if you're so poor?" He questioned

"We are smart, what did you have to buy your way, in?" Juvia said

He just glared at me.

"Anyway," the blonde girl broke the silence "I'm-"

"Lucy Heartfelia" Juvia finished.

"How do you know that?"

"Juvia beat you in the swimming finals at the beginning of the summer."

"Juvia Lockser?" she looked at me confused, Juvia nodded to confirm she was correct.

"Hi, Juvia heard you quit swimming."

"I did."

Juvia turned away from the girl to Gajeel

"Gaje could you go check the truck to see if Juvia forgot anything."

He rolled his eyes but went downstairs, Juvia knew he would help her. "How do you get him to do whatever you want?" Natsu questioned. "His dad can't make him do anything."

"He is Juvia's best friend."

"Sadly I am."

"You Love Juvia, and you know it "

"You're lucky I do."

"So are you two dating.."

Gajeel and Juvia burst out laughing, in between laughs we stammered out a series of no, never and you guys are insane. The 3 friends looked at each other as if we were crazy. "Juvi you need any more help?" "No, Juvia is good" "All right, come by my apartment if you get scared," Gajeel said teasingly. Juvia just rolled Juvia's eyes. Juvia looked over at the 3 people Juvia had met. The two boys faces were as pale as, well, Juvia.

"GET OUT, GIRLS ONLY"

"Yes, ma'am" The two boys ran out of the apartments. Juvia turned around to see a beautiful red-haired girl. "Sorry if those boys disturbed you," she said, holding her hand out. "Oh it's no problem, Juvia's best friend is a guy, so it's ok, Juvia used to annoying people" "What's your name, I'm Erza" "Juvia Lockser" "Phantoms Top Swimmer" "Yes and Your Erza Scarlet best female wrestler" "Erza" a small blue-haired girl yelled. "Oh, who are you?" She said once she saw Juvia. "Juvia Lockser and you?" "Levy McGarden" "Nice to meet you" Juvia looked down at Juvia's watch, Juvia could feel her eyes widen. "Oh, shoot Juvia is late, bye, Nice to meet you all." "We're having a sleepover later want to join?" Ezra asked, "Sure, can Juvia bring 2 friends?" "Why not" Juvia heard as Juvia ran out the door. Juvia thinks Juvia may actually have friends here, now to meet up with Juvia's tour guide.

*Time Skip*

"Juvia!" Lisanna yelled, waving her hand so the girl could see her in the crowded cafe. The bluenette walked over to the white-haired girl. "Hey, Lissy," Juvia said, hugging the girl. "How was the move?" Lisanna asked. "It was pretty easy, Gajeel and Juvia ran into a boy and Gajeel's cousin, Natsu I think" Juvia explained the embarrassing event to her friend. "Let's go walk around campus, and you can tell me everything," Lisanna said, pulling the girl with her.

*In the boy's dormitory*

Natsu and Gray ran into the main living space of all the boys, panting. "What happened to you, dumbasses?" A blonde-haired boy asked. "Erza" Gray painted out. "Who's that?" A dark-haired boy said, walking down the stairs. "Who are you?" a blue-haired boy calmly asked. "Gajeel Redfox," The heavily pierced boy responded. "And you?" He questioned the boy "Jellal Fernandes" "You mean Scarlet" Gray whispered, Jellal still heard, but he was the only sane one, so he didn't lash out. "Who?" Gajeel asked, there were too many people at this damn school. "Erza Scarlet" Gray and Natsu respond "Oh, the best female wrestler in the league" Gajeel nodded understanding. All the boys in the room looked at the punk as if he was crazy.

"What my best friend loves the female wrestling league."

"You have friends" Laxus scoffed.

"Only one, and she's way better company then all of you."

"Your best friend is a girl! Lucky" Loke told the man.

"What's the catch? Do you like her?-"

Gajeel cut the playboy off with a blunt and straightforward "No."

"So she's available" Loke smirked.

"If you go anywhere near her I will knock you out, cut off your dick, shave your head, and dig your grave and bury you alive" Gajeel he threatened.

Loke was taken aback, but stood up straight and called "Laxus!" he yelled across the room. "What?" Laxus asked, following him was Freed and Bickslow (as usual). "Is your hot friend single" "Yes, but if you go anywhere near her I won't kill you, she will" Laxus laughed, His only female friend was not one for dating playboys or well, anyone but her crush.

"Elfman is your-" "NO" Elfman and Laxus yelled.

"What about-" "NO" Elfman and Bickslow yelled, afterward glaring at each other

"Jellal, how about your sister with the pink-" "She's dating"

"Sting how about that-" " "Mine" Sting glared at the boy.

“Cobra" "No" Cobra said venom in his voice. (PUNS, I'm sorry)

"Rouge, what about that girl that always-" "Ezra would kill you if she doesn't first."

"How about, Loke, you just go out with Aries and stop denying you like her" Natsu suggested. Loke glared. Gajeel's head was spinning, who were all these people.

While trying to figure out who was who, he heard a voice "This is the boys dorms-" "Oh can Juvia go in and see her friend" "I'm sure they wouldn't mind" He heard the sound of boots running up the path, in a matter of seconds the doors burst open. "Gajeel-Kun!" a beautiful bluenette yelled, waving her hand. "You already need my help?" Gajeel smirked "Gajeel" the angry female stomped her foot. Gajeel gave his signature laugh. "Who is everyone here?" Juvia questioned the older male, whose arm she was holding on too. "I don't know," Gajeel said. Juvia slapped his chest "You should be more social" "I'm Loke, charmed" He said, kissing her hand Juvia just giggled. "Is this the one you were warning Juvia about Lis" "Yep, Loke the Flirt" "Natsu, Gray, nice to meet you again" The boys waved at her. She pointed to a dark blue-haired boy on his phone "You must be Bickslow" Juvia said nudging Lisanna, she shot daggers at the girl. "That makes you Freed and you Laxus, Mira's boyfriend, Right?" Laxus nodded. "You're Elfman, You must be Sting, Rouge talks about you a lot. Hi, Rouge" Juvia said, waving to her "brother" (Not really). "And you're Cobra, Meredy talks about you a lot. That makes you Jellal, don't worry; she talks about you too."

"Anyway, Juvia we should really get ready for the sleepover tonight," Lisanna said, pulling the girl's hand. "Bye boys, Gajeel-Kun be nice and social" "Whatever, Sprinkler" "Bye Lissy" Bickslow waved at Lisanna, who was quickly turning red. "Bye Bixy," Lisanna said, running out the door with Juvia "You liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike her" Laxus teased his best friend. "I do not" The by protested. "I'm going up to my room to play Mario Kart," Natsu said. "You wanna try and beat me again," Gajeel challenged the pinkette.

"You didn't beat me."

"Did so."

"I bet I could beat both of you."

"No way."

"If I beat you all you need to shut up."

"If I beat you, you have to help Mira with her ships."

"Whoever I beat, You have to run in girls dorm naked."

"NO!"

As the bickering continued up to the game room. Freed and Jellal stayed downstairs "If someone dies, you have to clean up the body" Freed told Jellal, "And you'll clean up the stains" "Sure" "Fair."

*The Girl's Dorms*

"So Juvia, where are you from?" Mira asked

"Juvia is originally from Russia, but was sent to Oak Town and wasn't adopted until she was 10."

"Who are your parents?" Levy inquired

"I lived with a friend of mines parents until Juvia came here."

"Hey who's calling you Lisanna?" Mira asked. Lisanna looked at her phone and Juvia snickered. The contact was labeled as 'My Totally Not Secret Crush That I Think Is Hot, But No One Else Does.' "Really, Juvia?" Lisanna rolled her eyes "Juvia is not wrong" Lisanna picked up her phone and left the room.

"Who was that?" Ezra asked. "It was Her CRUSH!" Juvia said loud enough for Lisanna to hear, "HE IS NOT!" Lisanna screamed back, clearly flustered. The group of girls laughed at Lisanna's frustration.

"So, there was a guy with you when you moved in, who was that?"

"Gajeel Redfox," Juvia said

"You two aren't dating, right?" Lucy asked

Juvia made a face of pure disgust before responding, "Yeah, his parents are the one who took me in. So we are basically brother and sister" Juvia explained

"Is that the guy who has all the piercings and looks like he would beat up anyone?" Levy inquired

"That's the guy, he may look terrifying, but he is a huge sweetheart and just likes to act like a big tuff guy" Juvia smiled at the group. The girls had more questions, but then their next victim walked back in from her phone call.

"Who was that?"

"Is he cute?"

"How old is he?"

"Do we know him?"

"Most importantly, is he CUTE?"

Lisanna sighed, she should have never agreed to come to this party. "None of your business, none of your business, 22, yes and again none of your business" Lisanna calmly answered all their questions, she was used to Mira and Elfman asking all these questions after she hung out with a guy.

Juvia giggled at the group "What's so funny?" a brunette, who was clearly tipsy asked. "You guys are so ridiculous," "How?" Cana retorted "It's just funny to see girls jump another girl after she gets off a phone call" Juvia pointed out the girls ridiculousness "Then again, it could just be that I've never really have had any female friends so this may be normal" "In our group of friends, it is" Lucy sighed. "Expect it every time you hang out with a guy," Levy said, Juvia smiled "So I'm your friend now?" "Of course, you seem chill and nice," Cana said, taking another swig of her beer. "Do you guys play video games?" Levy asked changing the topic.

"What do you have?"

"Mario Kart-"

"MARIO KART!" Cana yelled.

"I can beat every last one of you," Mira bragged.

"Wanna bet?" Ezra muttered.

"Let's go!" Lisanna said, running up to Levy's room to grab the game.

"What terror have I unleashed?" Levy asked, rubbing her temples.

Juvia laughed. Yeah, she was definitely gonna like it here.

So that was something I did. I was bored in class, and we didn't have much to do, so I wrote this weird thing. I hope you liked it anyway

-Z.Z Loch

[tinywriter2018]

Chapter One 

This wasn’t the first time a car that Ga Eul had broke down.  It was just the first time not in Korea.  Slamming the lid hard, she huffed, pulling out her dying phone.  The rental company she had gotten the car from, was not as qualified as she would have hoped them to be.  The sun beat down on her, and it wasn’t for another 15 to 20 minutes did another car approach.�� She knew the dangers that America had to offer, but she was stuck between a dead car and a desert, so she had to take a chance.  Putting out her thumb, she waved frantically to the drivers attention.  The yellow sports car, didn’t look like was slowing down, until it pulled up just in front of her a few yards away.  With a relieved sigh, she watched a tall fellow Korean man step out of the drivers side.  He leaned against the car, waving her over. As Ga Eul got closer, she realized he was either around her age or just a few years older.

“Thanks for stopping.”  She spoke in perfect Korean.  He raised his eyebrows, smiling at her.  “Didn’t think I would see a fellow Korean out her this far away from Seoul.”  She doubled checked her purse and her roller bag to make sure she didn’t leave her phone, passport, or wallet in the car, before putting her things in his trunk.  

“Where you heading to?”

“Vegas.  You?”  

“Vegas.”  He held open her passenger door, allowing her to get in.  She realized from the make and model, this was expensive.  Sliding into the driver’s side, he began the journey to Vegas once more.  Ga Eul, tried to find her charger, but failed.  She remembered she packed it with her suitcase that was in the trunk.  He reached in the dash, to hand her the end of a samsung charger.  

“Thanks.”  She plugged in her phone, quickly dialing the rental car agency.  Once off the phone, the two drove in a weird silence while she texted Jan di what was happening.  

“So what brought a pretty girl like you out here to the middle of America’s desert?”  

“The usual sob story.  Family pressure and what not.  Trying for a little while to run away from it all.”  

“Would I know the family name?”  Yi Jung glanced over.  Ga Eul flashed him a smile, shaking her head.  

“Don’t worry about it.  My name is just Ga Eul.”  

“Breaking tradition.  Well Miss Ga Eul, then I’m just Yi Jung to you.”

“No family name?”  

“Don’t worry about it.”   Both laughing, a small joy when dealing with the outside worlds pressures.  

🂽🂱🂾

“A Motel and gas station.  America sure has some weird things to offer.”  Ga Eul joked.  Yi Jung smiled, letting out a yawn.  They were still a 5 hours from Vegas.  

“I’ll talk to the clerk, if you get the bags.”  Ga Eul agreed.  Her phone began to ring.  Pulling it out, she smiled at Yi Jung as he made his way to the front desk. 

“Hello?”  She heard a small squeal from Jan Di.  

“Oh My god!  Are you in vegas yet?”  

“No, the only flight I could get without getting my parents attention was to LA.  So I had to rent a car with cash to get to Vegas.  Then it broke down and now I’m with this guy-” 

“Guy?  Ga Eul, what the hell!  What if he’s a murder!”  

“His name is Yi Jung, hes also Korean.” 

“His last name?”  Her voice didn’t sound as worried as she thought her best friend would be.   

“I don’t know.  We kind of are on a first name only basis right now.”  

“Ga Eul!”  She whined.  

“Don’t worry I’ll be in Vegas tomorrow.  I’ll even text you when we leave so you know I’m not dead.  Besides I need a distraction.”  

“Tell me all about it when you get here!”  

“Of course!  Can’t have a wedding without your maid of honor!”  She teased.  She hung up the phone, lifting both bags out.  Yi Jung walked out with a key to their room.  

“It’s on the second floor, but he said the pool is open all night.”  He grabbed his own bag, walking her to their place.  His phone began to ring.  He pulled it out to see Woo Bin’s name flash on the screen.  “I’ll be right there, I just have to answer this.”  She nods, heading towards their room.  

“Yi Jung, where are you?  Vegas baby!”  He yells.  

“I’m about another 5 hours out.  You booked me a flight in the wrong state.  Had to grab a car and drive here.”  

“What couldn’t you book another flight?”

“And catch my parents attention?  I don’t think so.  Does Jun Pyo want to get married or not?”  

“So what are you going to do tonight?”  

“I picked up this girl on the way, so we’re both staying at a hotel.”  

“A girl?”  His voice started to sound weird.  He heard some harsh whispering on the other end but decided against asking.  “Whats her name?”

“Ga Eul.  Why?”

“No last name?”  

“We’re going by a first name basis, Woo bin whats going on?”  

“Nothing, uh I got to go, room service.”  The phone on the other end went dead.  He shook his head, wondering how many beers he was in.  Making his way to the room, he found Ga Eul, standing in the doorway, her eyes on the one bed in the middle of the room.  

“Shit.”  He muttered, giving her a weak smile.  “The guy up front say it was two beds.”  Walking in, she put her suitcase up, pulling out a swimsuit.  

“You grab the alcohol and I’ll be at the pool.”  Yi Jung smiled, shaking his head.  

“Just like that?”  She titled her head out of the bathroom smiling at him.  

“Like I said, pent up frustration at having my entire life controlled by my parents.  I can be bad for a weekend.”  She winked at him, before heading back to get changed.  Yi Jung chuckled, something in him stirring.  

“That will make two of us.”  He muttered, pulling out his own swim trunks.   

🂽🂱🂾

Ga Eul took another sip of the cheap beer.  The bottle ringing against the concerte side of the pool.  Her legs dangling in the water.  Yi Jung opened his own beer, sitting next to her.  Their thighs touching.  He leaned back on his hands, looking up at the starry sky.  

“My Father never let my grades slip.  The moment I got anything under an A, I had a tutor on me.  Not one of those young attractive ones either, the old ones with the canes.”  She shook her head, remembering the old English teacher who had crust always on the side of her mouth.  

“My father never pressured me.  It was always my mother.  My father didn’t care what happened to me or my brother, as long as we weren’t doing drugs or getting in trouble to soil the family name.”  

“Cheers to parents and their unrealistic expectations of us!”  She held out her bottle with him clinking it.  Taking a sip, Yi Jung watched her smile.  It was different from the ones he always seemed to know.  Even talking about hardships, it still had an optimistic ring to it.  “It’s not like how it used to be for them.  A women’s role in my family has to always marry well and produce kids in order to pass on the tradition.  Not making something of myself on my own, in my own way.”  

“What do you want to do?”  Ga Eul smiled at him.  

“I want to teach.  Art, at any level, as long as I’m teaching I know I would be happy.”  She took another sip.  Standing up, Yi Jung took his shirt off, throwing it off to the side.  He walked to the far end, jumping in.  Ga Eul giggled feeling the waves against her.  He emerged, sliding his hair back.  She watched him make his way slowly over to her, the water against his perfectly toned body, the imagery made her heart race.  Stopping in front of her he reached over taking a final drink of his beer, his eyes connecting with hers.  

“Want to do something bad?”  His voice was deep.  Echoing through her.  His hands on her knees, Yi Jung slowly slid them open, sliding in between her, his arms on either side, his eyes darting down to her lips.  

“That depends.”  Ga eul had no idea where this confidence was coming from.  “Whose bad me or you?”  Yi Jung pulled her legs up around his waist, gripping her tightly to him.  He suddenly fell back, making Ga eul hold tight to him.  Coming up, she splashed him, heading towards deeper waters.  Yi jung swam over, grabbing her hand.  Pulling her into him again, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms mimicking around his neck.

“Look whose being bad.”  He teased.  Ga Eul leaned in kissing him quickly before smiling at him.  Smirking, Yi Jung leaned in, not letting her escape this time.  

Masterlist 

[the-lupine-sojourner]

A Merman and a Teacher [Merman!Kirishima/Takara] [No Quirk AU]

Okay so I am not sure where this story is going and would love suggestions! Anyway, I would like to thank @thetrashyartwitch for letting me use this story as inspiration for this. I try to make things a little different, and I hope you like it!! 

I’m also tagging @elite-guard-hardygal , @souskena , and @dailyojiromashirao . Hope you guys don’t mind! 

Okay! Here’s the Link to the First Chapter!!! Please send in any and all suggestions you guys have! Please! I really wanna know what you all have to say! 

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

Over the next few weeks, I came by the alcove every day and discovered through several instances of the merman flicking water at me or tugging me toward him or dunking me that he had a naturally playful, pranking nature.

He had a habit of pulling that shit whenever I was talking too long, or threatened to leave, or simply whenever he felt like it. I felt a genius stroke of luck when I thought to download a free phonetics app for my phone. It was supposed to help children learn how to sound out words and my friend seemed to like it a lot. I used it to help him and he soon learned how to say my nickname (Kara) and a few short, usually three-letter, words. As long it wasn’t complicated or long, he could actually say it after a while of struggling with it.

Almost every time I praised him for sounding a word out properly, he would turn his cheek to me, and if I were to hesitate or refuse, he’d rarely slam his salty cheek against my lips regardless if he was feeling particularly needy.

I’d always scold him and he would sit there, a smug, unrepentant look on his face as he watched me get flustered as I tell him he can’t keep forcing me to kiss him. I knew he didn’t understand the precise words I was using, but he wasn’t entirely dumb; he knew I was always upset when he did it.

A few times, I’d bring food in a waterproof container, like a Thermos. Mainly, I brought cheap sushi or boardwalk food.

Like today. My companion greedily sucked down the food I brought him and begged for more. I refused, careful not to let the water get all over the food when he flicks water at me petulantly.

This was getting a bit out of hand, honestly. I move away and motion for him to stay. “You let me eat.” I explain. “Then Kara back.” I started using smaller, simpler words when around this merman. He was only beginning to understand human speech and mannerisms, but he caught on pretty quick, all things considered.

I then look at my phone as I eat and notice that it was nearly four in the afternoon, and I’d promised my uncle I’d come visit today. I sigh heavily and swim toward the entrance, knowing the merman enough to dodge his grab at my ankle. He’s pouting, and I smile. “Me go, come back later.” He crosses his arms, looking away and sinking into the water like a child. I roll my eyes and laugh. “Bye.” I call. Instantly, the merman is in front of me, cheek turned to me. I sigh. It had become tradition that my departure is worthy of a kiss. So I give him one before waving as I swim away reluctantly.

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“Why do you smell like the beach?” Uncle Yoshi asks. I shrug.

“I swam.” I reply vaguely, not noticing the dopey smile on my face. I hadn’t had time to shower and freshen up before visiting hours were over and my parents also wanted to visit him today.

“Oh? With anyone?” I blush.

“N-no.” I reply.

“Ah-ha! You deny it! It’s true!” Uncle Yoshi cackles, it soon dissolving into coughs. I sigh.

“Look, I- -”

“Who?” He presses once his coughing subsides. I shake my head. “C’mon, Mei.” He cooes. “Tell your uncle what’s going on.” He pleads. I bite my lip. ‘Oh, yeah. I’ve met and kinda befriended a merman, Uncle Yoshi. He’s cool, but kinda flirty. Oh, and I’m teaching him English so I can actually talk to him in proper sentences and have him understand.’ that would go over well.

“...I just swam with a friend.”

“Bullshit! You don’t blush and stammer about swimming with a ‘friend’, Mei.” He counters, smiling in victory. “So. Spill.” It was only two words, but I felt their weight settle on my shoulders. He had contracted cancer, so it wasn’t like he could run down the street yelling to the world that his niece had met and could sorta talk to a merman.

Also, he’s such a nice guy, he’d understand that it had to be a secret...right? I bite my lip. “It’s a long story…” I mumble.

“I have the time.”

“It has to remain secret, okay? I’m being serious, Uncle Yoshi. You’ll understand when I’m done.” My uncle raises a brow but nods.

“Alright. Whatever you say will not leave this room.” He always knew when I was being dead serious, like now. I swallow.

“Okay, so...about two weeks ago, I was walking down to the pier because I couldn’t sleep, and then I hear people on the pier messing around, so I look over and- -I’m being dead serious- -there were two mermen and a human woman all leaning or sitting on the pier. I didn’t believe it at first, but it’s real.” I pull up the video and picture of that night. “They left soon after this because a patrol showed up, and I came back after work the next day and eventually found the red-head merman again. I’ve been trying to help him learn English and introducing him to sushi and whatever else I can buy cheap on the boardwalk.” I explain, squirming as I waited for his reaction. Uncle Yoshi was silent a good minute or two, and it was an eternity before he spoke.

“You’re right to keep this a secret, Takara.” He murmurs, fiddling with a stray string on his blanket absently. “There are many dangerous things in the water.” I blink.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve seen my own merman. Not as young as the ones you’ve seen, but I saw one; it saved my life once.” I tilt my head. “It was a long time ago. Made a dive to explore a shipwreck; nothing I hadn’t done a bunch before. Only this time, as I was leaving, I cut my leg on a part of the ship. Tried to get up to the surface quickly, but I was too slow. A great white, one of the biggest ones I’ve ever seen, came charging right at me. Before I could blink, it had my leg in it’s mouth, yanking me this way and that. I tried everything recommended for this scenario, but it was so big, nothing I did had an effect. Then out comes this- -this blur. Knocked the shark right off me, pulled me behind it in a heartbeat. Turns out, it was a very muscular merman with a series of scars and the tail of a whale shark.” Listening to the story, I was stunned. My Uncle had never quite been the most open person, but if you asked him a direct question, he’d answer honestly. It did make sense that he’d never told me about this encounter before, but holy crap! There was someone else beside that woman on the pier that’s seen a mermaid? There were more than two mermen?! I shouldn’t be surprised, but still... “Of course, once he’d sent the shark on it’s way with a few punches, he helped me to the surface, vanishing the next instant. No one would ever believe me, I thought, so I never told anyone. I lied and said the techniques I used somehow worked and I managed to make the shark go away.” He sighs and next thing I know, he’s smacked my shoulder. “You, on the other hand, are an idiot! What if I hadn’t met that merman, huh?!” I wince, rubbing my shoulder.

“Look, you’re the one who pressed me into answering!” I protest defiantly, pouting a little at him.

“And you decided to answer honestly?!”

“Well, pardon me for being raised not to lie!” I shoot back. My uncle then chuckles.

“Good girl. Stand by your decisions, unless you’re proven wrong, no matter what.” I grin back at him.

“I know.” It was something of a family motto, one repeated frequently. Uncle Yoshi put his hand on mine.

“Tell me more about this merman.” I grin and continue.

“He’s actually kinda smart! I have a phonetics app on my phone and he’s hooked on it!” I laugh. “He’s like a little kid, really, the way he acts, but he means well. He’s also a bit of a prankster, dunking or splashing me sometimes or tugging on my feet. He likes to play with my toes sometimes, and my hand.” On and on I went, unheeding of my uncle’s knowing smile or the fact that my grin had turned positively dopey the longer I spoke.

“You really like this merman, don’t you?” My uncle interrupts. I flush.

“I...he’s kind of my friend at this point, you know? He’s come a long way from where he started and I like watching him improve, even if he wants a cheek kiss for every ‘accomplishment’.” I roll my eyes, remembering the salty taste of his cheek, the pride in the merman’s ruby eyes, the way his skin glistened when it wasn’t in the water...

Promptly banishing that thought, I notice Uncle Yoshi laughing.

“So, he’s a flirt, huh?” I nod, blushing a little.

“A bit. I’m teaching him not to be too pushy, though.”

“That’s...good.” My uncle replies, brow raised and amusement in his eyes and voice.

“Either way, I don’t plan on stopping the visits.” I muse, knowing my uncle would probably suggest it. He was a bit more cautious since his diagnosis, after all. He sighs.

“And I wouldn’t ask you to. Just...be cautious. If anyone else were to find out...I doubt it would end well.” I nod.

“I know.” The silence lingers.

“You’re an amazing woman, Takara.” I look at him, surprised. Not necessarily at the words, just at the sudden urge to say them.

“Okay.” I reply, unsure how else to handle that.

“I mean it. Some people would have turned the merman in if they’d found him. He’s lucky it was you.” I smile at the compliments and the thought of how lucky I was to be one of three known people to have seen a merman.

“And I feel lucky to have seen and befriended him.” Then, before the conversation could continue, my parents arrive. This was usually how it went; we got individual visits, so the older people could speak freely without the younger kids and young adults in the family being weighed down by the conversation. I stand and hug him. “It was so great to see you, Uncle Yoshi.” I farewell, kissing his cheek. My parents wait for me to finish farewelling him before fully entering the room.

“Keep me updated, okay?” It was a purposely vague question from my uncle. I nod. “I know transfer students can be a hassle, but you’ll manage.” I smile gratefully at the frankly great cover story.

“I know. I’ll be back hopefully by next week.” He nods.

“Sounds good. Love you!”

“Love you!” With that, I wave and walk out of the hospital, feeling better now I’d finally let out the secret to someone I could trust.

And to cap it off, my uncle had met a merman, too! How wild was that?!

Sleep was hard, but eventually, I succumbed.

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The next week crawled by, the kids being respectful and hardly causing any fuss, for once. It seemed they finally understood that school was going to happen whether they liked it or not.

Soon enough, I could leave and grab food and a change of clothes for after the beach and then it was off to see the merman (Dear God, I need to help him tell me his name! I can’t keep calling him ‘the merman’ forever…).

As usual, he was waiting at the entrance, practically dragging me into the alcove in his excitement. “Kara back!” He squeals, nuzzling my cheek with his scaly one. I scoot him away gently.

“Kara back.” I repeat patiently.

“Play phone now!” I laugh. Of course he’d immediately want my phone. Despite needing to take a break to let his eyes rest after staring at a different kind of light then he was probably used to in the ocean depths, he took to the app as easily as he swam around.

Actually speaking the words was more of a challenge, but he took to the challenge with an admirable gusto and determination.

I pull up the app, laughing, and hand the phone to him as we settle into our usual spot in the shallower section of the alcove, where I didn’t have to tread water and he didn’t have to get completely out of the water, laying propped on his elbows, engrossed in the app, which currently was helping him pronounce ‘name’. I found that a bizarre coincidence, considering that I’d wanted to ask his name for a while, having to wait for him to know more English before I brought it up. “Hey.” He reluctantly tears his eyes away and looks at me. “What’s your name?” He blinks several times before doing a series of clicks, groans, and whistles that I couldn’t translate. I give him a pointed ‘that doesn’t answer my question’ look and his face screws up in thought. He pulls my phone back up to his face and taps on it. Under his breath, he was doing that weird groan/click/whistling thing I assume is the language of mermen, but as usual I didn’t have any clue what he was saying.

He knew the app pretty much inside out and there was a keyboard that would sound out the letter you pushed. He presses several keys and I have to ask him to do it a few more times before I understood. “...Kirishima?” I ask. He beams at me and nods so fast, I swear he has whiplash. Before I can react, he hugs me and we end up underwater. If not for the many many times we’d ended up swimming when we didn’t mean to, I’d have been shocked and a little mad, but this was kinda routine at this point. Kirishima (I am so happy I know his name now!) knows my limits roughly and lets me up a few moments later, arms still around me as we go back to where he’d dropped my phone in his excitement. I thanked the Lord every day that I had thought to buy that waterproof case.

Regardless, I fish it out and reopen the app. “Here, you play more.” I urge, and he goes back to work. Kirishima was happily tapping away for awhile while I sometimes had to offer a bit of help on a word or sound that gave him trouble. Eventually, I had to leave, and he gave me one last hug before reluctantly giving my phone back and letting me leave.

He had really had improved a lot since we’d started meeting up, and I felt proud of him. In a way, he was different than my students at the school.

They were born into the language and just needed help learning English. But with Kirishima, he was from a totally different world, with its own set of languages and rules and customs, and yet he wanted to learn English so we could communicate. He was always so happy to overcome the challenge of a new word or learning a new phrase. I wonder if cheek kisses were a common reward in mer-culture (if that’s the right word), or if he’d simply seen that blonde merman get one for winning the arm-wrestling, and wanted some for himself. Either way, he was pretty funny that way, and I didn’t mind as long as he didn’t push it.

I then shake my head. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be reading so much into Kirishima, but I couldn’t help it! Frankly, I didn’t get out much, so this was the biggest thing in my life right now.

Maybe that’s all this is...Yeah. That’s the only reason...right?

[sawyersick]

1 through 69 because you gotta twin with me

OMG ASDFGHJKL

aight here goes bitchez

1. are you religious?

nahh but my parents sent me to church camp when I was in elementary school??? For the cheap childcare I guess???

2. what animal do you think you’re most like?

I haven’t thought about this much but I think a field mouse!!

3. how do you take your coffee?

never……………………… I hate coffee

4. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

my mom’s bosses son forced himself on me when we were 6 lol so I don’t count that……….. so 15 i guess (according to my friend, if there’s no hormones it doesn’t count lol)

5. museum date or aquarium date?

AQUARIUM AQUARIUM AQUARIUM

6. do you have any tattoos or piercings? do you want more?

Just my ears are pierced and I have a whale (badly) tattooed on my hip I’ll post pix if you want but its pretty uggo

I want another whale on the other side so I’ll be symmetrical and a triangle hand tat….. maybe an eyeball tat (a tattoo of an eyeball…. not one on my eye lol)? I’m not really interested in anymore piercings tho

7. favorite fruits?

strawberries!!!

8. favorite vegetables?

when I was 12 I ate so many carrots my skin turned orange and my mom thought I had jaundice

also I heckin love mushrooms

9. i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

I’ll only date you if you treat me with respect :(

10. do you cry a lot?

yeah lol at least twice a month minimum

11. who are your closest friends?

I don’t really have any? I’ve felt distant from my irl friends lately so idk probably just demo

12. have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

I did the walk out for gun violence

13. do you play any video games?

helllllls yeah but I usually only play 3/ds

14. did you ever have an emo or scene phase?

yes and I think I’m still in it rip

15. what color is most of your wardrobe?

I think I wear a lot of blue! and black and white too i guess…… I’m trying to add more reds tho

16. what do you like to do for fun?

I bake and sew and draw! and listen to music

17. what is your biggest fear?

body horror tw for this one rip

being abandoned, being forced to do horrifically gross/unclean stuff, getting my eyes gouged out, getting the bones in my hands broken, getting acid poured on my face, the people around me dying, being forced to eat live slugs, getting my skin peeled off with a knife

18. name a subject you know a lot about.

whales/the ocean in general and baking!! and the band Liily

19. favorite fictional characters?

hm idk? Link and Zelda from LoZ, Clover and Snake and Aoi from 999, rhyme from TWEWY, Maka and Soul from Soul Eater, Storm from the Xmen, Ariel from the Little Mermaid, Chun Li, the Kagamines, Rilakkuma

idk I just thought about characters I have merch for

20. do you read a lot? what are your favorite books?

I used to??? Haven’t had the time for it in a while though and I’ve been reading a lot of how-to books as of late….. I really liked the Legend trilogy though

21. how would you describe your style?

art style and fashion style would both be classified as “cute but tries to be edgy” I think

22. did you have a favorite stuffed animal when you were little? do you still own it?

Yes!! a pastel elephant with a rattle in it named Elephant (very creative I know) He’s in my stuff somewhere now and this question reminded me to go find him again

23. what’s something most people love that you hate?

hmmm…. sports? mustard? airpods???? idk

24. do you think you’re a good singer?

actually yes? I wanna be in a band but I’m lowkey afraid of singing in front of people I know but have no problem doing it in front of an audience of strangers hmu if you’re in the SF bay area I’ve written 6 punk songs

25. who do you live with?

my parents and cat

26. favorite desserts?

ice cream, anything with chocolate or whipped cream, creme brulee, lemon tarts

I’m not too picky though lol

27. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

realizing that I can actually do mostly whatever I want and most things have fewer consequences than I think

also cutting people out of my life that emotionally exhaust me

28. favorite makeup brands?

uhhhh whatever’s cheap and doesn’t make my eyes burn ig urban decay is good when I can afford it

29. favorite clothing stores/brands?

Goodwill??? I used to shop at f21 but I try not to anymore

30. what was your first job?

working at a lake teaching windsurfing and sailing and I still work there

31. do you take a lot of naps?

n o  I absolutely  h a t e  taking naps and try to avoid them

32. what is your favorite part about your body?

hmm I have pretty good hair i think and sometimes my eyes? I have huge (genetic) eyebags tho which gets me down

33. are you more dominant or more submissive?

In day to day life I guess I’m more dominant??? like I make decisions when nobody else wants to :0 also idk intimately since iM aN aDuLt vIrGiN and pretty sex repulsed but probably sub 

34. are you more outgoing or more shy?

outgoing but sometimes it makes me annoying

35. how tall are you?

short…………………………. 4′8/143 cm

36. what is your body type?

uhh hourglass????? maybe pear I got them Thunder Thighs according to the guy who got kicked out of drama club for peeping in the girls changing room

37. favorite flower?

calendula, sunflowers, lavender and dianthus!!

38. favorite planet?

Neptune??????????????????

39. what do you want to dress up as for halloween this year?

I wanna be the bride of frankentstein but in a shiro lolita coordinate to make her look ~fancy~ or the Nancy part of Sid and Nancy if I’m in a relationship by that time

40. do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

Ideally the same age and I’m wary of dating anyone more than 2 years younger or older than me but I’m more willing to date older than younger

41. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

yall know who it is already but

in a band, dark hair, kinda tall, very fashionable, coincidentally happens to be the same racial mix as me, good at art, very humble, really sweet, lives in SoCal, has a hand tattoo of milk and “aye yah” on his arm, paints his nails orange, wears a lot of rings, gets freckles in the summer, prefers vanilla over chocolate, ties his shoes the cool way

42. who is your biggest inspiration?

idk at the moment? I like to draw from many inspirations

43. do you have any kinks?

???????????????????????????????????

44. do you own any pets?

one (1) very loving cat

45. which celebrity do people say you look the most like?

……………………….. myself

I literally had to google mixed race celebrities and STILL none look like me lol

46. do you like sports?

not really except I weirdly like baseball

47. have you ever seen a broadway musical?

Yes!! I won tickets to On Your Feet and Charlie and The Chocolate Factory

I also won Hamilton tickets but saw it in SF yall should download the app

48. what is your favorite kind of food?

noodles!!

49. would you rather be a fairy or a mermaid?

MERMAID actually I have a mermaid tail too so

50. what is your instagram?

@wishwhale :)

51. glossy lips or matte lips?

glossy by default because I have chronically dry skin/lips so matte lips are sooooooooooooooo uncomfy but it looks good on other people lol

52. do you like cherry, grape, blue raspberry, watermelon, or green apple jolly ranchers the best?

grape because im weird

53. what are your best personality traits?

I’d like to think that I’m kind and sometimes funny

54. what is your ethnicity?

asian/white

55. what different hair colors have you had?

brown and brown with pink that was supposed to be purple

56. favorite disney princess?

Ariel! bc mermaid

57. favorite album of 2017?

Humanz by Gorillaz  or Deep Dream by Daddy Issues I guess

I was weirdly obsessed with Feel Your Feelings Fool when it came out but I’m not really into it anymore though

58. have you ever had braces?

nah

59. favorite holiday?

Halloween! Because dressing up is fun

60. post a selfie.

how do I make this smaller anyways I don’t normally wear this much makeup but I’m going to a small show tonight

61. are you a good swimmer?

Yes!! I swim once a week at my local pool

62. do you wear jewelry?

I used to wear a lot………. like multiple necklaces and bracelets and rings daily but now I wear my ring every day and a necklace/earrings if I remember

63. can you play any instruments?

I’m learning guitar!!

64. do you have any siblings?

short answer is no but you can dm me for the long answer

65. are your grandparents still alive? how old are they?

just my maternal grandmother and she is almost 90! My paternal grandmother lived to 102 so I’m hoping for those good genes though (I think she would have lived longer because my family suspects elder abuse by my weird aunt)

66. who knows the most about you?

hmm probably Demo or Emily

67. are you a more quiet person or do you talk a lot?

I! Never! Shut! Up!

68. what advice would you give to your 13 year old self?

shut the fuck up you stupid bitch you arent cool

69. how many pillows do you sleep on?

two

[lovehatinganime]

Iguchi Shūichi a.k.a Spinner Headcanons

Family and Childhood:

All members alive.

Iguchi is an only child.

He had problems, mostly in social settings, such as school.

I imagine Spinner as someone who always struggled to fit in, for some reason or another. Instead of trying to help and understand him, people usually rejected him. Maybe he has even been a victim of bullying.

His house, on the contrary, was a happy and peaceful environment . His reptile parents, despite demanding some discipline from him, have always been very loving. 

Iguchi had a very active family life, they made a lot of plans like going to mountain, the swimming pool, amusement parks, auto-cinema…

Used to hang out a lot with his cousins during his teenage years but they started to grow apart when they got older.

His parents live far away from him (went looking for a hotter clime when retired and currently reside on the beachside). 

They don’t know that their son is involved with the LOV and would have a heart attack if they find out.

When his parents left, the Shūichi´s old house was sold and Iguchi moved to some cheap apartments downtown. 

This is where he currently lives, by himself.

Criminal Record: Illegal car races.

That`s all.

Honestly, I don’t think Iguchi had any previous serious offence; I would say he only started acting like a villain to follow Stain`s steps.

Extraversion level: Introvert.

I picture him as a loner (due to his past experiences with people and Idk I just think it somehow suits his character).

Hogwarts House: Maybe Slytherin.

I mean, I don’t want to make this a: `omg he is a villain and has snake familiar aesthetic; so he must be a Slytherin´; however, he kinda fits in the house description, doesn’t he ¿?

Spinner is cunning and ambitious (wanting to be one who keeps on with the hero killer legacy is no joke). 

Determined to achieve his goals.

He also has pride (example: he completely denies his lack of driving skills) and this superiority (I mean, he probably thinks he is morally better than most people who don’t follow Stain`s teachings) that reminds me of Salazar Slytherin.

Hobbies:

Could spend hours laying beneath the sun, closing his eyes, his mind completely blank.

Spinner is a heavy music fan.

His speakers blow annoying all the neighbourhood.

Of course he would buy tickets for concerts every weekend if he had the money!

Always wanted to form his own band. 

He would, most likely, be drummer. 

Being in the background is the only way he could overcome his stage panic.

Likes playing pool and darts.

He surfs quite decently.

Very into… any kind of combat sport, really. 

I am all about boxer Iguchi in a Quirkless AU. 

He would still be a guy that looks like a reptile, you know, because he has gotten implants and scale like body art.

Would win all the gold belts as the kick ass he is.

Other random stuff:

Daydreams about Hero Killer Stain telling him he is a mighty successor.

Tries to read philosophical books but struggles.

He often ends up searching on the internet for simpler explanations of the complicated concepts. Then incorporates the most useful ones to his ideology in order to use them as arguments against false heroes.

Spends more time than he would ever admit doing his hair and a quite a decent amount of money in spray.

He is salty that he can’t go to his local hairdresser any more because people would call the police.

Iguchi is a great observer, few things go unnoticed by him. 

Problem is he also gets distracted super easy.

This is my explanation of how both things can be possible at the same time: Spinner is so perceptive that, at times when a lot is going on, he suffers from saturation of stimuli. 

He gets blocked, unable to decide what to focus attention on or what course of action he should take first. 

Sadly, this makes him seem as a bit incompetent.

Gossip? Nuh-nuh.

Turns deaf ear or even leaves the room when Toga, Twice, Kurogiri (yeah, he might not seem like it, but he totally has a gossipy housewife spirit) and maybe others too (depending on who and what they are talking about) get all busybody mode on.

Sucks at flirting.

Hates liking someone because he feels the need to make a move but is terrified to do it when he knows he is definitely going to mess everything up. That`s when stressed lizard is most stressed.

Fantasy RPG AU Character:  

He would choose the biggest and strongest race available, equip all the weapons he can and forget about the armour.

I believe Spinner would be born in a magic clan or something, becomming an elemental wizard, probably with water and earth combined powers.