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seokka0o · 1 year

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𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 / 𝐾𝑤𝑎𝑘 𝐽𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑘

You like him, from the way he smiles to the last strand of colored hair. But you feel it's forbidden, gaon is your deepest fear and regret, you love your best friend and treat it like it's the greatest sin committed on earth. But after a party everything seemed to change drastically, leaving you between saying something to jiseok or living and dying with that love just for you.

Pairing: Gaon X afab!reader

🍊 : Band!au; friends to lovers; mutual pinning

Contain : make out ; fluff; smut; sex without protection; alcohol consumption; Oral;

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Author: my longest work to date and I could say I'm a little proud. I hope you like it, always remember to give feedback ♡ forgive any mistake or bad English, this is not my first language

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The tip of the pen scratched the sheet slowly, your attention bent on it was not a matter if you thought Jiseok might do something wrong when writing his scores. In fact, you needed a good distraction so you didn't catch yourself looking at him distractedly. that new hair brought a fresh air to him, even if you liked the typical black something in the mix of colors made him look uniquely radiant, that was it, you were just friends but you had the right to find your friend handsome right? From finding him uniquely attractive to the way he is always handsome even in the smallest things he does, that besides being super talented he also had an incredible personality, the kind that captivates looks and people all the time, that makes girls sign his name when on top of stage with his band and you hate how he always seems ready to give back to each one of them, or how jiseok is rarely alone that long, considering those last few months the biggest record yet, despite all that he was an amazing friend, you were proud of that, of being his great companion, his inseparable friend.

Let's face it. Who were you trying to deceive? You couldn't hold the façade that long because the whole band had already noticed your bizarre behavior. but you would be able to deny it every time, even yourself and the way your heart seemed to skip a beat every time he smiled at you. you would refuse to say that you had mixed feelings, that once you didn't see jiseok as a friend, but as that guy you felt you would never be able to get over, the one that made your body warm and want to wrap yourself in his arms. but everything inside of you, because you were willing to deal with this alone, you tell yourself that it's to protect your friendship with jiseok, but really it's just to protect yourself, solely and exclusively.

"Then?" Your finger stopped rolling over your hair, A huge pout was over your mouth when Jiseok spoke to you, eyes round and dark towards you, you with your body lying on the bed and he sitting next to you with the guitar in his lap . "You weren't paying attention, were you?"

"Hm? This is boring Jiseok, I don't even know why you invited me yet" you justified yourself, Jiseok sighed, turning the instrument to the side to lie down next to you. His hair smelled like bubblegum, you hated it, everything that referred to that smell reminded you of jiseok and this type of situation was becoming recurrent in a way that you didn't like to think, the feeling was that you were always stuck with things that referred to him and that was just too irritating.

"You are my best friend, there is no one better to help me" Gaon took the phone out of his pocket and checked the messages, a whirlwind, for a second he thought he was flirting with someone by the smile he deposited on his lips, but then he dropped the attention of the device and directed you "do you want to go out today? We're playing in a pub, something simple, but I can bring someone"

No big deal, you weren't at all the performances, but whenever you could, you paid a visit to Jiseok's concerts; college and work took a lot out of you so you couldn't always watch him shining on stage, but by coincidence, you were off that day, and even if you weren't, jiseok's eyes were shining in your direction which indicated that you certainly wouldn't have any choice but to agree to go.

"I'll only go if you put me in the front row" you said quickly, making a genuine smile bloom on jiseok's lips creating noisy butterflies in his stomach.

"Stop" was an unconscious act, a strong mental state taking you out of the reality where you lived, Jiseok had no right to be that way, it made you suffer, reaching the point of despair.

"Hm? What is it? I didn't do anything" he replied looking confused, without any opportunity for an answer, at that moment you could even have tried to muster up some courage to say how uncomfortable you felt lately. Not because it was in any way inconvenient, but because you've slowly come to know that you don't feel the same way.

"Please be dressed!" Jooyeon entered the room with a bang, making you and Jiseok jump and then look at jooyeon's scared expression "am I disturbing something?"

Thank God. you felt that that was the signal for you to get rid of that weird atmosphere that you had incited a short time ago. You laughed, disguising any embarrassment and sat back down on the bed, shaking your head right away.

"Don't make assumptions like that, jooyeon, we've known each other for a while to deduce this kind of relationship" you anticipated by throwing a glance at Jiseok who looked at you and smiled in response to any comment.

"Calm down, it was just a question" Jooyeon raised his hands up in surrender and sat down on the chair that was placed next to Jiseok's desk. "There's going to be a party after the show, Gunil hyung asked to let you guys know since neither of you seems interested in reading messages in the group chat."

"I saw it, I didn't call you because normally you don't like to go to gunil hyung's parties" Gaon tell you putting

the guitar back in his lap and went back to strumming, playing with the chords giving a background soundtrack.

"I will" the guitar goes out of tune and then the boy with the colored hair looked at you dumbfounded, as if something very new and fun had appeared in front of him

"It is serious?" Jiseok asked

"Yeah" You replied

"Amazing!!" Jooyeon cut through the air looking like a new man and stood up "so everyone at Gunil hyung's house for an after party!"

"Okay then I'll meet you later" you pulled your jacket off the bed and got up rather quickly

"But are you leaving already?" Jiseok put a pout on his lips and leaned on his guitar, hoping that would change your mind at least a little bit.

"Yes, I need to do some favors for my sister and get ready, you should do the same and start getting ready" you said adjusting your jacket over your body "see you later"

You smiled at Jiseok and started towards the exit of the house, taking your car so you could drive back to your home.

Jooyeon watches you leave and then directs to jiseok a look with a smile plastered on his face, totally suggestive, which makes Jiseok frown in mental confusion.

"And then?" Jooyeon asked going to the bed where he sat in the place where you were sitting earlier

"What?" Gaon casually asked, going back to fiddling with the guitar chords but not playing a song itself.

"Weren't you guys really doing anything?" Jooyeon tossed his hair back before laying down.

"No? Me and y/n are friends, it doesn't make sense for us to be in that kind of relationship" jiseok tried to sound as clear as possible

"Bullshit. it's actually quite easy, you and y/n are both wimps" jooyeon wasn't the kind of friend you joked about, he was observant enough to know all the gaps that both you and Gaon left in the way, even if indirectly you seem to share the kind of energy that could later yield a relationship, you just refuse to see it

"Don't say that kind of shit, especially around y/n, silly" Gaon put the guitar on the base and got up from his bed " I hope you've tuned your bass at least, you just have free time to say that kind of nonsense"

“but if it happened to be convenient you wouldn’t be able to deny it right?” jooyeon asked suggestively

“yes, I think it would be great” jiseok shrugged “but that's impossible to happen, so please stop saying that kind of thing”

"I'm not the one on the defensive," jooyeon replied. Picking up phone from pocket, checking group messages, getting up right after "don't get so cranky, I'm on my way out"

"Hm" Jiseok nodded and then Jooyeon headed outside, leaving him alone.

he was beautiful, there wasn't anyone else who could demonstrate that, jiseok in his ordinary life was already naturally handsome, but on stage you could see it, all that confidence, beautiful clothes, makeup, he was radiant, which made you shiver in anxiety, deposited on the table right next to the stage you could see him tuning the instruments and taking care of all the technical part. everything at the perfect level of damage, you were feeling trapped in his image and that never felt right

the whole club was very beautiful, with well placed lights on the stage all of the band could be seen, jiseok was distracted and you were distracted by his beauty, wondering when it was that you fell into such a deep feeling, that it made your feet float, that made butterflies appear in your stomach to the point of making you feel sick, it was horrible, you wouldn't recommend this kind of situation to anyone where you just fall in love with your best friend with no pretext, jiseok was free, he wasn't meant to be loved and you he knows it, with a heavy heart, but he knows it well.

"what it was?" jiseok waved at you and snapped you out of your melancholy reverie. he kept the guitar suspended on his shoulder, now moving his fingers involuntarily

“no biggie, you look pretty good today” you complimented, jiseok smiled shyly, shrugging his shoulders over your compliment

"nothing else? for me that's actually a lot" said jiseok dumbfounded, you rarely complimented him like that

“I'm trying to be kind, jiseok” you skirted around a little embarrassed

“oh sorry and thank you,y/n ” you just smiled in return, swung your legs, it didn't take long to see them start.

you weren't sure if you were feeling melancholy at this point, jiseok was formidable on stage, giving the basic animation he provides every performance, getting everyone excited and jumping to the sound of the band. however specifically talking about his habits made you feel a bit jealous. he was at the front as usual, you saw him flirting with someone a few minutes later, smiling and winking. jiseok tended to transform on stage, but specifically at that moment you felt fully offended, without any ability to hide it, he didn't look one way even second to you in that whole course, regardless of whether they were friends, jiseok didn't seem interested in knowing if you were having fun, he just considered that the distraction of whoever it was was ahead of him, so it would remain that way.

All this toxic path of yours was observed in a way you forgot that you had other friends in that band. even if he didn't fall into the junhan concept with the jungsu who were more to the corner, they noticed his sudden drop in animation.

you didn't drink a lot, you didn't feel in the mood. watched jiseok all that time, joking, being in the prime of his life and as soon as the live ended he disappeared. you didn't need to gather too much to understand where he were, so you stayed where you were, sipping the same drink as before, in deathly silence, feeling out of sorts, wanting to cry for feeling so stupid to harbor these kinds of feelings for jiseok , unbeknownst to him, fearing, watching him slip out of your fingers like water, missing the stares and any opportunity you had to say you liked him but failing utterly in the matter, leaving it for the next day, and the next and on that if spending years where you saw him leave each time with a different person, leaving you planted somewhere, waiting for the moment he would come back.

“Hi” the voice came from behind you, soft, low tone. you turned head and looked at seungmin who smiled awkwardly, with his hands in his pants pocket

“you guys did really well today”” you quickly changed the subject, smiling a little, getting up

" paid off I would say” he smiled back. seungmin was like that, besides jiseok he was also a very close friend of yours, so it wasn't that strange that he showed up to talk "are you going to the party?"

you pondered, were you in the mood to deal with jiseok dragging the most diverse people everywhere? definitely not. but you had already promised to go to your friends, he soon nodded his head

“look, if you don't want to go I can drop you off at home” seungmin tried to look neutral but he was worried about how you looked not so comfortable there "you know no one will take offense”

"it's okay, I need to have some fun, I've been standing here for a long time, I want to at least make the night even a little bit fun" it was a party. you had your friends, there was no reason to make drama because of jiseok , maybe you were sensitive from an early age, it wouldn't be the last time like it wasn't the others, you could pretend to be used to it and have a little fun

"Sure? You know that after midnight I don't drive anymore, right?" said sungmin indicating the back exit with you, who followed him in a relaxed laugh

“I know, don't worry” you followed to the car with willpower, finding jooyeon leaning against the passenger door, lank hair and ridiculous sunglasses that made you laugh

"ayo!" he said low indicating the backseat "nice to see you"

“No way. y/n in the front seat” Seungmin said getting into the drivers seat, it was always turbulent driving with Jooyeon in the passenger seat so Seungmin made sure to get rid of it. snorting jooyeon went to the back seat and then threw yourself, you entered the passenger and passed the seat belt

“I thought you was going to give up, jiseok just left, that fucker” complained jooyeon looking sorry for being dumped by his best friend

"And what's new? I said I was going to the party, I'm not on Jiseok's feet all the time " you complained, eyes glazed over the road which Seungmin started taking you into the night to Gunil's house

“okay, fair enough, fuck that too, jiseok is a fucking hooker and I need to get my ass kicked” everyone there seemed used to these acts, even laughter came out of their lips with naturalness, but without any humor

The house wasn't that crowded, you could tell it was a private party when you entered, following your friends to the kitchen where you found the drinks laid out for everyone and Junhan in an unusual position to choose a beer or any other drink

“JUNHAN, give me the vodka!!” Jooyeon screamed in the center of the room running to his friend, serving him something that you didn't bother to identify, as your eyes started to run all over the fest, behind those typical cotton candy hairs, without success, wondering what was so special going on for him to be gone.

“He's out somewhere and you said you came to have fun” Seungmin offered you a beer you gladly accepted, bringing the drink to your lips to take a good drink.

"I wasn't looking for him, okay?" you objected rolling your eyes, turning your attention to seungmin beside you

He shrugged and laughed turning the can of beer over his lips, sipping the taste

"Whatever, it's been a long time, it's getting to a level you can't contain anymore, I just think you should be more careful with your feelings" he always knew everything, enough to be hilarious, he always knew what what to say at the right time, ready to advise you and you wished that this could be of some comfort in the future, you intended not to take too much to heart so you would seek to resolve this situation as soon as possible.

"What the fuck" you laughed unbelievably, trying to reconsider "I really thought I was being subtle"

If you were so obvious then why did Jiseok seem to not have picked up on the signs? Why did you feel in that bill snooker? Because the hell it all seemed even more absurd from that point of view, you're best friends and yet he acts like he doesn't know anything about you.

"Maybe not for jiseok" Seungmin shrugged still tasting his own beer.

"Fuck it, I don't want to talk about him right now" you mumbled with your throat full, downed your beer glass and then went deeper into that party.

You and Seungmin were glued together the entire time from there, the booze rushing into your bloodstream. even though you weren't into it, you used it as an escape, taking it beyond measure. you guys started playing, starting with beer pong, the music blaring and screaming started to rise with your spirits, you even caught a glimpse of jiseok at some point, the cotton candy hair went somewhere and then disappeared, but you he didn't give a damn, you wouldn't bother, if he wanted to be seen he would show up.

You continued the game, drinking too much, even taking a chance with gunil and his two right feet on the dance floor, laughing at the ridiculousness, joking with your friends for the first time, wondering how you didn't participate in a party like this before. Everyone seemed high in all sorts of ways, your friends would disappear and reappear twice as drunk from time to time, proving the kind of insane you were having to deal with.

You at some point felt the need to go to the bathroom, you made your way through the halls, a little dizzy, out of breath from dancing so much, and then you stopped in the hallway. that's where you saw jiseok for the first time since the show earlier

you had all the time in the world to end up in this situation, there he was, there was someone else in the vastness, he was crazy drunk and you didn't need more than your eyes fixed on his figure to realize it. Jiseok was kissing, insane, making out with someone fervently, you were sure they were capable of fucking there with some more encouragement and you felt bad again, the feeling of the drink already hitting wrong and so you turned to leave going from encounter with a body.

"All good?" Seungmin knew he was about, even if the smell of the drink was strong he would be able to stop what he was doing to help a friend.

"Hm?" So, voice cracking, you looked away a little disoriented.

"You know you don't have to go through this, right?" Nerves were getting to the edge of your skin, you muttered under your breath, feeling embarrassed.

"Could you kiss me?" You sounded off key but you didn't seem to care, maybe you shouldn't, leaving was the option, but it was after midnight and Seungmin had made it clear. " if you do not want it, no problem…"

He smiled, looked proud, grabbed you by the waist and brought you close to the wall, leaning you there, even though jiseok didn't seem to pay any attention to whoever was in the hallway, you seethed in anger, glared at seungmin and then you felt his lips on yours, a kiss that started out intense. Suddenly everything became silent, you sighed against Seungmin's lips and then you deepened, his lips had a certain strength, the taste of alcohol and watermelon, the desire for revenge that wasn't only up to you to have, maybe him feeling wronged by you.

Kissing deeply, pressing your body against the wall, your arms wrapped around his neck. seungmin presses his tongue against your lips and you sigh accepting passage, feeling bad for putting it in your mind that actually that should be jiseok there with you, and your bubblegum-scented shampoo, that the one kissing you fervently wasn't just a common friend who accepted your offer for meaningless revenge, something to stroke your bruised ego somehow. you felt bad for seungmin, but you couldn't help but let go of that contact, allow him to let go of you, you kept getting closer, tangling your tongue with his, tangled up in each other, losing your breath, drunk you lost focus for one second, seungmin did everything to give you that attention and then when the lips parted you ended up facing each other, letting a thread of sage run between your lips and relaxed faces, both panting.

you looked to the side and Jiseok was no longer there and then you relaxed your body, bewildered, not knowing how to proceed

“sorry” you whispered to seungmin and pushed yourself away from the wall, already feeling a little more sober “i shouldn't have asked you that”

"I said I was going to get out of hand…but that's okay, was it even worth it?" he asked in a way trying to get you to his answer.

“yeah, you're a fucking good kisser” you laughed suddenly feeling your legs trembling, you knew that seungmin was great like that with exuded confidence, feeling it on your skin was completely new.

“oh thank you” he laughed back “now if you'll allow me I'm going to use the bathroom”

the party was at an end, counting the last people making their way back to their homes. others still drinking and playing, even talking, you could see the remnants of what was a somewhat insane party.

you didn't live too far from there, but as a matter of caution jungsu who was the only one who didn't seem to have drunk himself to death offered to accompany you home, so while he was looking for his coat inside the house, you waited on the side of outside, on the sidewalk, saying goodbye to the people who passed you as they left.

you were already a little sober when jiseok appeared, stopping beside you, looking from side to side, also looking more sober than the last time you saw him making out with someone in the hallway

“Are you leaving yet?” he said as if he had this whole time in his presence

“yeah, when they said about the gunil parties I didn't think they were that intense,I'm tired” you answered simply, you didn't want to seem upset about a situation you didn't even have the right to be upset about

“sorry for disappearing, I ended up drinking too much in the last few hours” he laughed sheepishly

“okay, it was a unique night, you have your right to celebrate” you look away to the night sky, giving small signs of the morning that would appear in a maximum of an hour

“hm, i saw you and seungmin earlier…i didn't know you guys had that kind of relationship” he started

“we don't, we were just hanging out” you smiled and shrugged. he looked jealous and at some point that gave you comfort, as if his work had been done.

“ah…I see, it seems a little strange, but I'm glad you're free of it” you were ready to answer gaon, maybe skewer his jealous way towards you, say some truths and maybe, just maybe lay your head on the pillow with more peace in your heart, but jungsu appeared quickly cutting the subject

"Sorry I'm late, shall we go now?" jungsu asked turning to jiseok

“coming?” he asked

“no, I need to wait jooyeon, see you later ” jiseok looked strange, but you didn't notice too much, you just bowed and left together with jungsu back to your house. maybe take a break from seeing jiseok, you felt like you were going crazy and it wasn't doing you any good. however the conversation home was very comforting, jungsu had a calm tone in his voice, a pleasant conversation about things that weren't jiseok and that left you immersed until you were at the door of the house, where you thanked jungsu and went inside, looking for comfort from your bed without even cleaning yourself, just sleeping from mental exhaustion, the bitter taste and tingling on your lips from the kiss given that Seungmin without thinking twice gave you.

You met Jiseok occasionally, two or three times after that. As for Seungmin? No more was heard about this matter, you entered into some kind of agreement where you both agreed to blame it on alcohol, maintaining the friendship was important, but he had been clear in saying that if by any chance you wanted him he would be up for one colorful friendship in the future, but before that it should be resolved with Jiseok; He certainly didn't want to be in the middle of this situation, so he refrained.

As for your relationship with jiseok, everything its normal, you needed some time and even if everything seemed a little weird now you only understood it as a sign to leave it as it was, you soon accepted this condition, you had nothing to complain about just like him, already in that state, you weren't sure if you should say too much about your feelings, every time it came up you took a distance to calm your nerves, at least until you found the courage to say something. Which resulted in a mutual distance, even if everyone in the group of friends refused to say anything, you knew that on Jiseok's side there was something that needed to be said too, but that neither of the clearly irresponsible two wanted to take the first step in to say.

The day was especially hot, days like this are perfect for going out and doing something, but you were stuck there in jiseok's garage, paying attention to the nonsense you saw on your cell phone while the band rehearsed their songs for hours on end. You weren't very interested, it was too hot and that place was hot in a sense where you only thought about one thing, getting out of there and having an ice cream; which is clearly not the case as they argue about music non-stop.

"Do you want to sleep here tonight?" The voice as always came from the background in your attention. You looked confused about actually talking to you and that's when you realized there was no one but Jiseok around, you thought that was the moment where everyone disappeared and so you sat more properly on the couch.

"where is everybody?" you asked confused

“they left… you really don't pay attention” said jiseok indignantly and then sighed “so, do you want to sleep here or not?”

"For?" You didn't seem to understand for sure, but you tried hard not to appear defensive, as your behavior could be considered a bit evasive the last few days.

"I don't know, we seem very distant lately" commented Jiseok with a certain air of guilt, throwing everything into the air. "wanted to have a movie night with you"

"Really, but I don't think it's a good idea" you replied skeptically, you wouldn't face sleeping at jiseok's house and ending up more accurate in that feeling. The way his body behaved already showed that he was much more than upset for some time now.

"Why? Do we always do this?" You sometimes seem not to think, normally jiseok is hard to beat, he wanted everything to go his way and that was why you could rarely deny his requests

"Why not, Jiseok, I don't know… there's no way this is going to work" you were still feeling it, your hands sweating and the memory of him from one corner to the other bringing someone that wasn't you

"Why?" He questioned again

"Jiseok…I-I need to go" you once again being evasive, not wanting to declare yourself at all and then you stand up, making your way outside when jiseok grabs you by the wrist

"No, I want to know what's going on, y/n, since the party our relationship has been shit" he felt for you, he missed his best friend, he wished he could be with you talking and laughing again, he couldn't knowing what went wrong, why, where he seemed to sin so much to be treated as a mere stranger. It hurt deep inside you, like a sharp knife, burying and turning, hurting, wanting to make you scream, you didn't want to, but you were on the verge of crying with despair.

"Are you crying?" He started

"Sorry" you whimpered, releasing your arm from jiseok's grip, keeping your body where you were "I lost myself, it's been a while, but it's getting unbearable to deal with this, liking you more like a friend hurts my me so much which I can't measure. Seeing you paying attention to other people bothers me, because I wanted to be beyond friendship with you and I can't."

A weight seemed to come off your shoulders. You were free, now in a situation where you could be totally denied or accepted for how you feel, it was up to jiseok.

"Sorry to spoil everything, I just can't take it anymore" the tears came out thick, but with relief, until that moment he hadn't allowed himself to cry and then it seemed fair, it was jiseok, he would be able to judge you for being sensitive

"So that's why you kissed Seungmin at the party? I mean, it wasn't because you two were having an affair?" You looked confused, wiped your face with the back of your hand.

"What ?" you asked low

"I thought you were together, I don't know. well, good thing, I thought I would be replaced" Jiseok shrugged. You looked jiseok up and down and frowned, angry, was he acting crazy? Was he playing with your feelings?

"Gaon if you're kidding with my f-" it was a matter of seconds, he held you close to him, body in an impact and his thumb scraping across your cheek, wiping away the rest of your tears.

"Don't call me like that" the thick tone of voice made you skin shiver, your heart pounding and then you felt the touch of his lips on yours.

It was a dream, it couldn't be anything else. knees shaking, in sheer desperation, you had to hold on to jiseok to keep from falling. He sighed heavily when you reciprocated, keeping your body on his more firmly; moved his lips against yours with precision, as if he already knew your ways, as if he fantasized about kissing you at all times, it made sense that everyone would always want to taste him in some way.

you still didn't know how to deal well with the situation but everything seemed to flow very easily, through jiseok's hands and lips everything seemed to make a sense, deep, unique and full of feelings; you wondered if he kissed all his lovers with the same dedication, or if it was a unique privilege, if it was only for you that he sighed so deeply as he pulled your lower lip, or squeezed your hips so firmly in order to contain the hand tremors when touching you for the first time

you took the daring liberty of pushing jiseok back onto the sofa, he fell breaking the contact, eyes shining in your direction and then you sighed, climbing onto his lap without saying a word and then you went back to kissing, the butterflies fluttered through your stomach, as if everything inside you had come back together, every racing heartbeat and sigh was for jiseok and one and only, your head clouded and you didn't think twice about advancing the other's mouth with your tongue, in a sequence of murmurs and sighs you began to synchronize, steady, spinning and battling.

jiseok's hands held your shirt by the hem and pulled, breaking the kiss for a while and then getting rid of your shirt, doing the same with his soon after, right there, in the practice room of his house. you pulled his lip between your teeth and smiled, kissing him again, touching his bare torso with your fingers, delicate, given subtle touches in order to make the skin crawl, climb the destiny to the colored hair and hold him by the nape holding firmly, touching the trunks breaking any space that existed between you.

jiseok moved his hands up your back, making a trail to the clasp of your bra and quickly released it, you sighed over his lips and let go for a second to get rid of the underwear; soon you can feel his firm hands cupping your breasts, massaging, daringly playing with your nipples, circling with his index fingers making you sigh, moan low and then start moving your hips over his cock, looking for contact and relief.

The bodies getting involved madly in love, kisses and subtle touches on the surface, marking the skin with passion, taking sincere moans from both lips, getting lost in the immensity, your lips kissing him down all over the neck, touching with delicacy, feeling the smell, the texture, marking with the warm breath with each whimper you gave every time you felt his covered cock stimulating in the right way, when you felt the firm sensation of his touches on your breasts, bringing shivers down your back, Leaving you to Jiseok and only him.

Jiseok stopped for a moment, turned around taking you to lie down on the couch slowly, eyes locked on each other and you felt connected with him, like never before did you feel that you two finally got on the same page. Jiseok kissed down your neck, nibbling, tracing with his tongue, his hands over your breasts still he continued down, making his way between them, kissing, keeping the nipples firm between his fingers. He continued his way to your belly, kissing every centimeter, the low moans that came out of your lips served as a certain incentive, then his hands held the waistband of your pants, pulling them down along with your panties in moments, leaving you naked on the hips, his eyes, like never before jiseok saw you completely without clothes which made his dick throb inside the pants he wore

"You are so beautiful" you smiled embarrassed and moaned soon after, feeling gaon's hands opening your legs so he could see you. The kisses running down your stomach, touching your skin, passing over your inner thighs and then with his thumb he explored your region, with the cold fingertip eliciting an incoherent noise from your lips, you literally dripping in pleasure, biting your lip and mouth. trembling took over your body at the touch of the tongue, sliding, majestic, circling your button and sucking like it was a bullet, you don't know where so much practice came from, but you didn't reject the affection, you felt his hands touching your thigh with affection, eyes attentive in what you were doing and you completely losing your mind.

You felt every part of your body burn in a unique sensation, letting go of everything that once made you close your mouth about how you felt about jiseok and the stupidity of having waited so long to feel that way

"baby please continue" you meowed and got a grunt in response, all in your field of vision was the split hairs of your colors in the mess it often is, you never imagined you needed Jiseok between your legs until that moment and now everything seemed to be lost.

Jiseok played with his tongue over your entrance, circling and entering gently, taking your juice desperately, moaning against your pussy like a crying dog. Now and then he circles and sucks your spot like a toy, pulling from your lips the most promiscuous and beautiful sounds ever heard. Your hands touching the strands of his hair from the front, leaving his face on display and you can see how devoted he was, moaning against your clit, his eyes now intent on yours making you lose your mind again, jiseok wanted to see your every expression and that gave his dick a nice twinge with every taste of the pleasure you felt.

"I will…fuck I'm l-almost" then fingers thrust in, without warning. You moaned something and started rocking your hips towards him, jiseok sucking everything from you and fucking you with his fingers, then you sat down, desperately spilling, biting your lip to contain screaming and then jiseok drank all your liquid, stopping little by little, mounted you with wet lips and chin, licking himself with pleasure

"You're amazing" he said just like that, as he got rid of his pants along with his boxers, making his hardened cock pop out, giving you such a privilege; jiseok helped you to sit down and then he placed himself correctly waiting for you.

Still panting you knelt down on the sofa and held his cock by the base, jiseok grunted, caressed the top of your head and then gave you permission. You masturbated him, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, ran your thumb over the glans and when the nail started to come out, you mounted it, fitting it over the entrance and it started to slide. Jiseok grabbed your hips to help you and then you rested a bit. You smiled at each other without saying a word and then you started rocking, feeling his cock moving inside you, rubbing against your walls, eliciting beautiful moans from your lips. Jiseok kept a firm hand on your hip, helping the back and forth movement, moaning softly, still maintaining intense eye contact with you little by little your body picked up the rhythm, your arms around his neck and then you joined your bodies , jiseok moaned with the feeling of your breasts pressed over him and kept you in the embrace, running the tip of his tongue over your earlobe, releasing shortly after the sounds in your honor.

Your low belly tugged, your fingers returning to the hair on the back of his neck and then you pulled, stroked the chorus, throwing yourself into his arms for support in the thrusts. In a few moments jiseok moved his against your hip, fucking deep, making you moan thinner, more desperate at that time, his fingers marking your skin desperately.

"I-I'm gonna…c-cum" jiseok said with a soft tone in his voice. You didn't stop, you rocked on top of his dick keeping pace, jiseok started moaning louder and then he held you tight fucking you hard, popping noises all over the soundproof space, kissing and biting your neck and then filling you right away after.

You held on, now letting go of the hug you let jiseok play with your breasts while you continued to move, pushing his cum inside you, with soft tones of moans that started to grow again, even sensitized jiseok was pleased with the sight of you rocking and reaching your limit on his dick right after

"M-my god" you whimpered laying your head on his shoulder, feeling his nosy hands leak down to your ass, pulling in a grip that made your pussy contract even around his cock.

"Next time just tell me, I wouldn't think twice about fucking you" complained jiseok groping your ass "I just don't want to have the pleasure of sharing you with anyone in that damn band, you belong to me"

The cold ran through your belly, you murmured getting off of jiseok and fell to the side on the sofa, sitting next to him.

"I say even to you, don't you dare" you stared breathlessly. Jiseok welcomed you with a smile and then moved to the floor, kneeling between your legs, placing them on his shoulders to keep them open "round two"

He dictated without saying a word after, licking all the cum that oozed from her pussy to go back to sucking you.

#xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary hard hours #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes smut #jiseok smut #jiseok hard hours #gaon smut #gaon hard hours #kpop hard hours #kpop smut

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jiyansthesis · 2 years

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NOT A ROOKIE ☆ ANYMORE

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

x fem reader

summary: it's been a few years, and you've quickly made it up the ranks with your craftmanship and sheer skill when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and guns. when you get put on a new mission, you never guessed who would be there to save you

note: part 2!! honestly some people wanted to know when pt.2 came out, so should i make a taglist for my ghost fics? just comment or msg me if you want me to put you on it! i don't really like this i feel like it's so rushed or something?? idk it doesn't click. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A KISSING SCENE PLEASE B NICE

tw: brief mention of non-con (but does not happen to any character in past or during this ff)

pt.1 // not proofread

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shadow.

shadows can be your greatest fear, not knowing what lies in the darkness ahead of you. an enemy, or is it your mind playing tricks on you?

it can also be a safe haven, a refuge from the blistering sun, or other things.

but that can simply be a facade, a trap for others to fall into.

using the shadows to your advantage can be lethal. being quiet, deliberate in your actions as you sneak up behind someone and take them out without causing alarm.

when harnessed correctly, shadows can be your greatest weapon.

. .

"i've got him in my sights. ready when you are." you said, staring at the back of your target's head through your scope.

you waited for confirmation, but no response came.

"captain?" you spoke, even momentarily taking your eyes off the man who isn't aware of what's about to be his untimely demise to inspect your radio.

"fuck." you wouldn't shoot without orders, having learned your lesson way back, during the mission right after you met ghost. that mission also led you to be called shadow.

you heard a crackle, and what you could make out to be, "go."

you immediately put your finger on the trigger, realigning your gun, and once you were ready, you let out a deep exhale and added pressure, the recoil always making you blink against your will. you watched as the man almost immediately slumped over.

"target down." you began packing up your gear and gun, trying to get to the rendezvous before anyone came to check out the noise.

"shadow. shadow, can you hear me? shadow, how copy?" you heard.

"captain? what's wrong?" you asked, already going down the stairs of the building, sprinting.

"did you shoot?" price sounded slightly worried.

"yes. didn't you give me the affirmative?" did you mishear him? fuck, the only reason why he wouldn't want you to shoot was probably because you shot the wrong target. "don't fucking tell me i shot the wrong person."

"no, you got the right one alright. i just need you to watch out. turns out a lot of people have already found out about your little assassination. they were ready for it. be careful making your way back. i've got a little surprise waiting for you here."

"a prize? you finally rewarding me for my hard work?" you chuckled, now on even higher alert for soldiers coming at you.

"honestly, it's up to you if you think if it's a prize."

"is it a medal? i fucking hate medals. the fuck am i gonna do with them?" you scowled, the balaclava you had on shifting as your nose scrunched up.

"nah, you might actually like this. just get here safe."

"i'm looking forward to this, price. don't disappoint me. or i'll make sure you won't touch another cigarette in your life." you grinned as you stuck to the darker areas, trying your best not to be seen by coincidence.

you paused, hearing loud footsteps. you could tell that it wasn't only one person, but multiple.

"fuck," you whispered under your breath. you took out your knife and strapped your gun onto yourself, ready to do some close combat.

you saw them turn the corner, seeing three men, all armed with guns. there was no way you were going to be able to take them all down, but you can hope that they wouldn't notice you.

you pulled your balaclava down even more on instinct, waiting for one of them to sound the alarm and shoot.

you stayed close to the wall, thankful for the shadows that were keeping you from their line of sight.

two of the men split off, turning left before they could make it to you, but one kept making his way over. as soon as he made it in arm's length to you, you quickly covered his mouth and lodge your knife into his throat, watching as he struggled.

"sorry man, i just had to." you frowned as you let him go to eventually die on the floor, retrieving your knife.

you continued on, realizing that the other two had went the way that you had to go. there was no other route that you could go on.

"fucking hell," you grabbed your gun again, ready to fire before the duo could notice you.

you followed them, and sooner or later you caught up. they kept walking, deep in conversation. letting out two quick shots, they had no time to react.

"that was unfair, wasn't it?" you said to yourself. as you made your way around the bodies, trying to get as far as possible before another group came along.

sadly enough, you couldn't get far enough before another trio intercepted your path, also all armed with guns.

you quickly raised your arms up. how the fuck were you getting out of this one?

"what are you doing here?" one of the men said, and you realized that you were far enough way from everyone you've killed for them to even known what you've done. maybe you could play off being one of them, but that would be very hard considering the fact your gear was so much different from theirs.

you looked at him questioningly as if you couldn't understand him, simply letting out a "huh?"

the trio looked at each other, then back at you. you weren't tricking anyone with the tactical gear you had on and gun in hand.

"come with us," one of them smirked. this fucking can't be good.

you knew you were outnumbered, especially with all of them having guns. there was no way you were going to be able to run away or get past killing one of them before you got shot down.

you nodded hesitantly, and the three huddled around you, one of them holding a metal barrel to your head. you could feel it through the fabric, and you began sweating. this was the closest to death you've ever been, and one wrong move could be the last move you would ever make.

they led you away from the bodies, and closer to where you were originally going to go, thankfully, and you made it to a big house, in better shape than all the other house around.

a cloth quickly made its way over your eyes, and someone pushed you to the floor, tying your legs together, but for some reason not tying your hands together, when that's the most useful thing you could have in this situation. you felt the weight of your gun being taken off your body and be set somewhere else.

"just wait a moment sweetheart, someone will be here to talk to you. they'll be so happy to see you," you could hear that guy smirk. when you got out of this situation, you would make sure you pinned his fucking balls to the wall.

you could feel their presence leave the room, and you went straight to your radio.

"price, you there?" you lowered your voice, not knowing when they could come back.

"shadow, where are you? you should've made it back by now." price responded.

"i've been captured. i'm in some big house, in better shape than all the houses around. it's not that far from the rv point. it's on the route i was taking."

"fucking hell. how many are there? you hurt?"

"i don't know. there was three men bringing me in, said they were going to go get someone. i haven't been hurt- yet." you heard a door open and slam shut, followed by what you guessed was four people.

"look who we have here. ain't you a pretty one, darling?" you made sure to take your hand off the transmission button after he spoke, so price wouldn't respond and get your radio taken away or even worse, cause you to be moved to a different building.

that must be the guy they retrieved, but what the fuck was he going to do with you. you stayed silent.

"not talkative, huh? been a while since i saw someone as cute as you walking around." you felt a force lift your chin up.

you knew that if you did anything too rash, they would shoot you. it's obvious they don't want you for any intel, so that means you're easily disposable.

"i've been looking for a sweet little girlie like you. wonder what you can do." he released you, and said. "why's her hands not tied?"

"didn't have enough rope, sir. you'll already have her tied up in that bed of yours anyways."

they all burst out in laughter and you frowned in disgust. that's what they were doing? you decided to try and get up, placing your hands on the floor to drag yourself upright, when something sharp pressed against your neck. ironic to be threatened in the same way that you killed one of their men.

"don't try anything." the guy you assumed was their superior crooned into your ear, making you shiver. and not in a good way.

sticking to not speaking, you nodded, and the blade's pressure disappeared from your neck.

"good girl," they praised, but you cringed inwardly. you would've smiled hearing that come from anyone else's mouth, especially a certain someone. a certain someone you wished could come save your ass already, but you haven't seen them in years.

simon really was a ghost. you let out a chuckle at your own thoughts.

"something funny?" another person questioned. you shook your head quickly.

"leave her here. and go get some more rope, you think some rope around her legs are going to stop here from leaving? fucking idiots."

you laid the side of your head down on the ground, and slowly began lifting up the blindfold around your eyes.

you heard the scrape of a chair, and then the guy, who you were going to call, "the boss", sat down with a sigh.

"who do you work for?" he asked. "nevermind, that's a stupid question. i bet you're with those fucking assholes who killed our leader."

you smirked a little. little did he know you were said asshole who killed him.

"fuck this. those bastards can't find anything even if it was up their ass." you could hear the rustle of clothes as he stood up and felt him grip your wrist.

"what the fuck are you doing?" you spat. you could take him on in a fight as long as no one walked in with a weapon.

"the only reason why you're still alive babe, is beca-" he was cut off by the sound of yelling and gunshots.

"is that your fucking friends?" you heard him growl.

you shrugged. "probably," you cheerily agreed as you grabbed onto his hand that was on your wrist and twisted it as hard as you could, causing him to yelp in pain.

he let go of you and you grabbed your knife, not needing to see where it was due to memory, and quickly cut through the ropes around your ankles, standing up before the boss tackled you, pinning you to the floor.

you didn't need to see to quickly flip him over, trained in being able to overpower even the strongest person. you brought your legs over his back and used your weight and his momentum to make you the one on top. you didn't know if he still had his knife on him, and didn't take any chances. you brought your blade down on his leg, and he howled.

taking this chance, you ripped the blindfold off and made eye contact with the person in front you, some ragged looking person who could be in his late 30s.

"disgusting." you spat as he held his leg, tears streaming down his face. you saw no weapon on him, and you weren't going to wait around for someone else to come along and attack you.

you got up, getting rope and tying his wrists together, doing what he and his men didn't do to you, and you knew he wasn't going to be walking anywhere anytime soon. you put the blindfold around his mouth and held a finger up to your lips.

"you should be more fucking quiet like a good boy." you stood up, running out the room with your gun to the commotion coming from the front of the house.

peering out from a corner to make sure you weren't going to run out into a bunch of bullets, you saw a familiar man with a mask, and four men on the floor, one in the grasp of who you never expected to see.

"nice to see you're alive, rookie." ghost said as the man he carried crumpled to the ground.

"rookie?" you raised an eyebrow, only to realize he couldn't see you do that since half of your face was covered.

"got a mask of your own?" he walked up to you, and he still had so much height over you, looking down at you as you looked up.

"personally, i think mine is much cooler. it looks better on me." you laughed.

"shadow, you there?"

"nice call sign, shadow," ghost let the name roll of his tongue and your cheeks heated up.

pressing a button, you responded.

"i'm here, price. is this your little surprise?"

"couldn't stop him from going. he was eager to retrieve you."

you shot a questioning look at simon, who wasn't looking at you anymore, but instead looking if anyone else was in the house.

"what are you even doing here?" you asked ghost.

"well, i came to help you guys find someone for your next mission, but i think you already found him," he pointed behind you, and you turned to see the piece of shit crawling over to the two of you. how he even made it this far was beyond you, using his soldiers to propel himself forward.

"this fucking bitch?" you scoffed.

"i see the two of you already met," he noted the stab wound in the man's leg and the rope around his wrists.

"you wouldn't believe what he wanted to do with me."

ghost narrowed his eyes.

"he wanted to do something with you?"

"how else do you think i'm alive right now?"

"sheer will. i heard you've gotten good at close combat." ghost went over to the man and crouched over, and the guy looked up in terror.

"what the fuck should we do with you?" he hummed.

"do we have to bring him back alive?" you asked. you would not hesitate to lift your gun and shoot him.

ghost didn't respond, instead going back over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder that made you jump in surprise. the last time you were this close was when he was taking debris out your arm on that first mission.

"do whatever you want. we don't need him."

you grinned. "yes, lieutenant."

☆☆.

you were happy to be back on the base. that was probably the biggest stroke of luck you've ever had, being captured by the stupidest enemies you've ever seen, and by so few of them being at the house with you.

price was happy to see you back, and presented the prize you already knew about.

"aren't you happy to see ghost?"

"beyond elated. i'm currently pissing my pants of joy right now." the sentence might've sounded sarcastic, but you broke out into a huge smile.

looking over at ghost, you saw his eyes had a glimmer of amusement in them.

"i'll be in the other room. come over if you need me,"

you took off your balaclava and tactical vest and weapons as soon as you got in the room, sitting down on the cot. as soon as you swung your legs up and laid down to take a short nap, a rapid series of knocks sounded at the door.

you groaned, going over to open it to reveal ghost.

"simon?"

"can i come in?" he said gruffly.

you gestured for him to make his way in, and you shut the door.

"anything you want, lieutenant?" you emphasized his rank, still remembering the first time the two of you met.

"you ever gonna show me some respect, shadow?"

you held a hand to your heart, letting out a dramatic gasp. "me? not showing you respect? let me apologize."

you could see his eyes roll.

"since you seem like you were going to take a nap, i want to do some close combat with you. need to see how good you got since you were a rookie." it sounded less of an invitation and more of a demand.

"you asking me as a superior or am i allowed to decline?" you put your hands on your hips, tilting your head.

"are you really going to say no?"

"absolutely not. anything to fucking beat your ass."

☆☆.

the two of you were lying on the floor, and you were sweating. hard.

"thought you were better with guns, simon." you exhaled.

"thought you were better at hand-to-hand combat," he retorted.

you glared at him. "i will pulverize your ass."

he didn't reply, and you took the chance to get up and make him get up also.

"one more. whoever wins gets bragging rights."

"bragging rights?" he questioned, but you already began throwing punches and attempting to get him to fall.

he blocked majority of them, but you didn't let him have a chance to get offensive, instead opting to simply go for his waist and push him to the floor, with you attached. this led to you bear hugging his waist, your face in his chest.

you accidentally took a huge inhale through your nose, and you could smell him. he smelled like gunpowder, dust, and. . . wood?

"are you fucking sniffing me, y/n?"

"well, i'm fucking breathing, aren't i?" you could feel him attempt to flip you over but you kept yourself grounded.

"fucking christ. check where your legs are at." ghost groaned, and you peered down to see your leg against. . .

"holy shit, i'm so fucking sorry," ghost took this opportunity to successfully flip you over, and now you were pinned down again. for the second time today, too.

the space between you too was so small, and you could feel his body pressing on yours. your breathing sped up at the distance.

you've been infatuated with the masked man ever since you met him, never being able to forget those moments you had with him. those times you got to work with him, which was barely, had you cherishing those memories of him.

price obviously caught on, which was why he was calling ghost a prize. a prize you were happy to get today.

ghost could tell the look on your face with your half-lidded eyes and parted lips.

he leaned even closer.

"something wrong?" you could hear the smirk.

"fuck off," you turned your face to the side.

"look at me." you immediately went back to glare at him, but you couldn't with how close you were. "i asked you a question."

"nothing's wrong, ghost."

"so if i checked your heartbeat, it would be normal?"

"you trying to touch me, lieutenant?"

"so what if i am?" you had no response to that, opening and closing your mouth, trying to find the words to represent how you were feeling.

the two of you stayed in silence, just like usual, until you broke it.

"can i kiss you?" you murmured.

"close your eyes." you did as he said, and heard the sound of his mask being pulled up, followed by the feeling of his lips pressing against yours. he didn't let go off you wrists, leaving you to have to lean forward to return the kiss.

you kissed as if you had been thinking about this for years, which you had, and he kissed as if this was something that his life depended on. something that he's needed and has been craving desperately.

you never opened your eyes, waiting for the moment he decides to show you himself on his own terms. besides, doesn't it add to the mystery?

he pulled away much quicker than you wanted him to, pouting. you heard him as he slipped his mask back on and told you to open your eyes.

"sorry gorgeous. remember, i'm too pretty to be showing you my face. might dazzle you too much."

you laughed.

"i'm always ready to be dazzled by you, simon. you've dazzled me since the moment we met."

"oh really? you like it when guys insult you?"

"makes me feel like i've done something." you accepted the hand he held out to help you up as he stood.

"definitely have done something to me," he spoke to himself.

you grinned. seems like you both can dazzle people.

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i absolutely despise this. i apologize sm

tags !!

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alexandra-scribbles · 8 months

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So I was listening to Taylor Swift as one does when the song Castles Crumbling came on and I think that once I said that it was a Maedhros coded song… and I was very wrong. Upon listening to it several times in a row I’ve realized that song is entirely about Feanor (if he were to get a 150k words redemption arc in a fully developed fic and not my scrambled thoughts)

Like, lets dissect the song

First verse:

Once, I had an empire in a golden age

I was held up so high, I used to be great

They used to cheer when they saw my face

Now, I fear I have fallen from grace

Like, Feanor was born at the height of Aman, peaceful tree light bathed paradise where nothing went wrong and was actually the beloved prince of his people, referred to as the greatest of the elves and he basically free fell from grace without a parachute.

The chorus:

And I feel like my castle's crumbling down

And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground

And you don't want to know me

I will just let you down

You don't wanna know me now

I am pretty sure that Formenos was destroyed by Morgoth and that was a physical castle crumbling but like, Feanor’s metaphorical castle crumbled too. And he did burn all of his bridges, with his half-siblings, the vanyar, the teleri, the valar, the mayority of the Noldor. My main man was burning everything in his path including his son sorry Telvo so we can asume that he also let a lot of people down in his path.

The second verse:

Once, I was the great hope for a dynasty

Crowds would hang on my words, and they trusted me

Their faith was strong, but I pushed it too far

I held that grudge 'til it tore me apart

Power went to my head, and I couldn't stop

Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off

And here I sit alone, behind walls of regret

Falling down like promises that I never kept

This kills me, because he was supposed to be the guiding light of the Noldor, the flame imperishable come alive, and it is also known that Feanor was a great orator and could command crowds and that people followed him out of devotion and like he pushed it was past too far with the Kinslaying.

The grudge part, we all know who it would refer to. He disliked and mistrusted his half siblings so much that it was one of the main causes of his defeat. He thought that with his host and his anger he’d be able to destroy Morgoth and get back his Silmarils.

And he certainly ran his siblings off (and Maedhros too to a degree) when they tried to help and he ended up alone somewhere in Mandos never to be able to return to the world.

He also broke his promise to Nolofinwe so…

The bridge:

My foes and friends watch my reign end

I don't know how it could've ended this way

Smoke billows from my ships in the harbor

People look at me like I'm a monster

Now they're screaming at the palace front gates, used to chant my name

Now they're screaming that they hate me

Never wanted you to hate me

The first line speaks for itself, everyone who was there watched how Feanor died and im sure even he was surprised by it.

Then the line that screams Feanor… who’s ships are burning? People being horrified by the ships burning? That checks out.

People that once used to if not love, respect Feanor, now openly hating him and scorning everything to do with him….

… and perhaps, if Arda hadn’t been marred as it was… perhaps no one would have hated him.

So… yeah, thats about it. If you’ve read this far, thank you. Now please go listen to the song and think about our favorite extra crispy Noldor king.

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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 7 months

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My understanding is that not all Gallifreyans possess the ability to regenerate. Please correct me if I’m wrong, but if that is the case, does this ever cause tension? Do those without the ability wish they could have it? Do those with the ability wish they could bestow it upon those without it?

How do Gallifreyans deal with regeneration disparities?

🧬 The Fundamentals of Regeneration

Most Gallifreyans possess the capacity for regeneration and are able to do it without help. Obviously, the Time Lords are the best at it, thanks to their advanced biological enhancements and Academy training. Those unable to regenerate are quite rare on Gallifrey, but they do occur.

🚑 The Challenges of Regeneration Disparities

In Gallifreyan society, the inability to regenerate is like a chronic medical condition - often treatable, depending on the nature of the problem. Hospitallers can often help those whose "regeneration packets" are somehow malfunctioning. However, the solutions aren't as straightforward for those completely unable to regenerate.

A complete inability to regenerate can come with other medical issues, simply because regeneration is so intertwined in their biology. People unable to regenerate might find they:

Heal slowly or not at all

Are overly tired

Have to consume more sustenance for energy

Prone to sickness (particularly of the kidneys)

Age quicker

🤝 Tension and Aspiration

Does the lack of ability to regenerate cause societal tension? Absolutely. It's human (or should I say Gallifreyan) nature to yearn for what we don't have, leading to a mix of envy, aspiration, and philosophical debate within the culture. On one end, purists would argue that regeneration is a sacred hallmark of Gallifreyan identity, a privilege that should be preserved and protected. On the other, egalitarians would dream of a Gallifrey where regeneration is a universal gift, a right extending across all societal strata, eliminating the divide and bringing about a more dynamic and diversified society.

💡 A Deep-Seated Biological Trait

But in the end, none of it really matters. Because despite the debate, the truth is that regeneration is not a simple "skill" that can be taught or transferred on a whim. It's a complex, deeply ingrained biological trait, intertwined with the essence of being a Gallifreyan. The idea of transferring regenerative abilities to non-regeneratives is filled with technical and ethical complexities. It would take an act of the greatest love or greatest fear to get a Gallifreyan to transfer their regenerations, and if they wanted to 'gift' their entire ability to regenerate, it's so deep within their DNA you'd have to pretty much rip them apart to get it.

Can regenerative energy be transferred?: Notes on the transfer of regenerations, both mechanical and natural.

Can disabilities persist through regenerations?: The nature of inherent and regeneration-specific disabilities.

Could a Time Lord heal a human with their own regeneration energy?: How Time Lords can use their lindos to heal other people.

Hope that helped! 😃

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otakuworks · 2 years

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❛ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈. crossover

feat. Kayden x Fem!Dazai!Reader | wc. 1.9k

sum. Kayden's meeting with a certain suicidal maniac took 10 years of his life

note. this is shorter because i still yet to know about duke's background, if you still haven't been updated to the webtoon then you definitely should, there's a lot plot twists waiting for you y'all.

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PART 1 < PART 2

as FRIENDS (frenemies?)

There was once a saying in the Port Mafia that made everyone tremble in fear that is equivalent of the Awakeners hearing Kayden's name

'The greatest misfortune of being Dazai's enemy is the fact you are her enemy.'

Whether Kayden is aware of who you really are or not, it was wise of him to keep you on your good side.

But is that really the case? Were you still the same person you were back in the Port Mafia? Do people still need to heed the warnings about you?

You had asked Kartein about it once during your unexpected stay in Jiwoo's abode. He was silent for a few minutes and you thought he also doesn't have the answer you were looking for.

Actually, it didn't need to be a wise answer, you only need his opinion and outlook regarding to your change. Kartein knows you way back in the PM, not on a personal level but enough to trust his opinions on you.

"A stranger won't be able to tell the difference. If I'm being honest, I can't also tell what change are you referring to."

You theatrically gasped, "After all we've been through, you're still treating me as a stranger? How could you, Kartein!"

Admittedly, you weren't expecting much out of his answer. Both of you haven't been in contact in years, it'll be difficult for him to pin point what actually changed to you.

You were still the same suicidal maniac, that's a definite answer.

Thinking back to it, if you could only talk to Odasaku, would he have a different answer?

For the first time in your life as a detective at ADA, you were in deep thought. Gone with the rambunctious proclamations of your sudden undying love then proceeding to find an equipment for your demise.

"Dazai-san is unusually quiet. . . I don't like it." A mop of grey hair popped its head on the doorway of your office, "Should I ask Ranpo-san if he knows what's going on?" He pondered, particularly no one but to himself.

"Maskhhhh mweee whatm?"

"If there's something wrong with Dazai-san that we should be—" He abruptly paused and glanced behind him to see an over bloated mouth munching, "ACKK! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Eh? Aren't you a weretiger who's supposed to have heightened senses?" The said guy continued to eat, unfazed.

"I'm still partially human, Ranpo-san." He pouted, hurt, before turning back to the door in which Dazai is leaning over with an enigmatic smile.

"My, my, Atsushi-kun. Were you spying on me?"

Deep hues of red painted his cheeks as he tries his best to come up with an excuse, "It wasn't anything like that!"

On his behalf, Ranpo spoke, "The President has a mission for you."

Your eyebrows perched, "Oh? I wish it has something to do with—"

"No suicide is required to accomplish this mission." The greatest detective just knows how to deflate your mood, truly worthy of his title at ADA. While you are now deflated from hearing this.

"This might get difficult. Apparently, one of the Top 10 Awakeners is planning an ambush in the World Academy."

You snorted, "And you're expecting me to diffuse the situation?" Atsushi was more confused than comprehensive.

"Awakeners? I thought Ability users don't meddle in with their business?"

Awakeners and Ability users are basically the epitome of the phrase 'two sides of a coin' and no one can be categorized as a hero nor a villain.

"Correct, however, this is a special request from someone with strong connection on both parties." Ranpo supplied as he keeps chowing down his sweets.

"Like who?"

"You read my mind, Atsushi-kun." You made your way out of your office, not that you were doing something productive anyway.

"Ranpo-san, why did the President accept such request?"

"Who knows what thoughts running in his head, but I do know he wouldn't have done it without any benefits."

". . .But why would he send Dazai-san?"

"Why wouldn't he? She may be a nuthead, but she's one of our best."

Your investigation led you back in South Korea, more precisely, in the Academy of Awakeners where the retired strongest in Korea resides as a principal.

Jiyoung and Inhyuk were the first ones who got informed of your arrival and immediately greeted you at the airport.

And Jiwoo certainly wasn't far behind the news as he begged Kayden to give him an off day to see you.

Even Subin went with Jiyoung to see you. Kartein is only excited to brag about his new attained skill of turning into a cat. Wooin, ever the sweetest big boi, bought extra food to treat you for your return. Now that you're back, Jisuk and Kayden's sixth senses of protecting their precious cinnamon roll are on high alert.

Their mixed reactions caused mayhem on the way to Jiwoo's home, while the lad is certainly delighted to have you back, others have different opinions.

You had forgotten why you were actually in Korea and hang out with them for the rest of the day. It's an oddity how easily you lose yourself to the fun whenever you're with them, especially to Jiwoo who's easy to have fun with.

"I'm so glad you came back! You never got to say farewell to us when you left last time." The blonde boy pouted.

Wooin wordlessly nodded at the back as the your group walk to Jiwoo's house to drop the shopping bags they bought, "You just disappeared out of nowhere then came back without a notice."

"Though I don't think it's great timing since we're going to attend in Awakened Academy next week, we won't be spending time with you as much as we are now." Subin said.

You halted your steps, ". . .Right."

The mission. Dang it!

Jisuk snorts, "I'd be glad if she won't waste our time by tomorrow."

That earned him a kick from the cryo user.

Fortunately for you, Jiyoung is affiliated with the principal and took charge to make it easy for you. Meeting with the retired Awakener was. . . anticlimactic to say the least.

It doesn't seem like he's involved in any shady business, and he does his job to protect young Awakeners diligently.

Oddly enough, he informed you about the upcoming visit of the World Awakened Academy students.

You went home to Jiwoo's with troubled thoughts. He let you stay in his house if you don't have anywhere else to stay and you're broke so you really have no choice ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Kayden seemed to pick up your unusual furrowed eyebrows and had doubts to question you or just let you be. He finds it highly suspicious you went back to Korea just to have fun with his apprentice. You must have some business going on.

But his pride won't let him inquire what's boggling your mind, he simply watches you struggle to come up with a solution to your own problem. You're a grown woman anyway.

By the time Jiwoo and his friends are gearing up for their return in the Academy, you disappeared, again. Unlike last time, they were more concerned about your whereabouts as you have left a note that says "I'll be back with a surprise.''

Either your dead body hanging is on the way to surprise them or you got murdered.

That's all the options Kayden could think of, and no, he doesn't take constructive criticism.

"A new instructor? Who is it?" Jiwoo overheard from the students there was a new teacher who taught them. . . questionable things.

Thinking his friends might know who it is, he asked them, but it seems as though they're clueless as who it is.

"Moshi Moshi!" Jisuk fell over his chair and nearly threw the culprit over the window, "WHO THE HEL— Huh?! It's you again?! What are you doing here?"

In contrary to his reaction, Jiwoo welcomed you with open arms, "Y/N, I'm so glad you're here!"

You chuckled at this and patted his head, "Are you now? Don't worry, you won't get rid of me that soon."

"Why's that?" Subin looked particularly surprised but refrained herself from embracing you out of relief that you survived another day with your suicide tendencies.

You grinned like a chesire cat, "I'll be your mentor from now on!"

©OTAKUWORKS | 2023

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viatagrinner · 2 years

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Gilbert von Obsidian. The Prince is a bodyguard. Epilogue

What is the greatest threat to Miss Bunny? Is it a nobleman with malicious intent, or a friend who is willing to betray him? If you were to catch anyone from the court of Rhodolite and ask them, they would all give you the same answer: nothing poses a greater threat than the Prince of Obsidian.

MC: You ....didn't do anything, did you?

Gilbert: Who knows?

Miss Bunny, who must be exhausted by the hostage situation and the betrayal of a friend, is shivering on her bed.

She was not drowning in fear or immersed in the cold, but was simply startled by a nearby face of the opposite sex and trembling with shame at the thought of what she had imagined.

MC: ........What, what did you do?

Gilbert: Hmmm....

(I made a mistake.)

I kiss her lips gently and smile as usual.

(Sorry, I'm in a bad mood right now.)

Miss Bunny, who believed in his betrayed friend to the very end, turned black into white.

The truth is, she must be so wounded that she's having nightmares, but she doesn't show it in any way.

(So... hey.)

Gilbert: Do you need me to remind you?

MC: No, thank you!

I suddenly laughed at Miss Bunny, who jumped up and ran out of bed.

MC: Was ...... a joke by any chance?

Gilbert: You took the liberty of making a mistake, didn't you?

(It's terrible that you believe the traitor but not me.)

However, when I had done something like this before, it seemed that fear outweighed shame, so that it seems that the distance between Miss Bunny and me became much smaller.

Gilbert: If you're up, why don't you get dressed?

MC: Prince Gilbert....

Gilbert: I'll still be here.

MC: .......

Gilbert: Get out?

MC: .....I won't be able to change.

Gilbert: I don't care.

MC: I do care!

Gilbert: It's none of my business.

Not wanting to leave her room in a gloomy mood, I sat back down on the bed and crossed my legs.

Miss Bunny was a little away, looking at me with a disapproving, testing look.

(You're trying to say something, but what is it?)

MC: .....Why are you in a bad mood?

(..........)

I did not expect you to notice me.

(...I thought I was hiding it, but I wonder if Miss Bunny is sensitive to the peculiarities of the human heart.)

It's not something I have to hide, so I honestly admit it and look up at the ceiling.

Gilbert: It's true. .....I can't stand to look at your stupidity.

Only when I put it into words did the cause of the irritation, which had been vague, take on an outline.

Gilbert: I'm a firm believer in not letting others hurt my prey.

Gilbert: Oh, sure, it's okay if that's what I intended.

(The wounds on her neck from being taken hostage and the pain in her heart from being betrayed were all part of the calculation this time.)

(.......However, when I actually saw it, the blood rushed to my head.)

MC: Not good.

Gilbert: Oh, really? You like to be hurt, don't you?

MC: ......When did I say that?

Gilbert: I can tell that just by looking at it.

Gilbert: Even today you put your body on the line to protect your friends.

Gilbert: If it's for others, you're able to suffer in cold blood. Both physically and mentally, right?

MC: .......

Gilbert: You're my prey, and the moment I take my eyes off you, you're going to go out and hurt yourself.

Gilbert: That's how it is...

(....Someday, you may be hurt by someone else who I don't know.)

(Today I'm convinced of that.)

Gilbert: Really, the prey should just curl up and act like the prey.

I shrug my shoulders and take a deep breath. Once I've figured out the reason for my irritation, there's nothing wrong with it....

It just pisses me off Miss Bunny with her kindness.

(Even though it was calculated, she chose to hurt herself and have nightmares about it. ....)

MC: ........

Miss Bunny's eyes widened, and she stood there with a dazed expression on her face.

Gilbert: What's with the dumb face?

MC: Prince Gilbert....

MC: Most people would call it "worrying".

Gilbert: .........Worryng?

MC: You are worried about me, aren't you?

(......You misunderstand something.)

The blackness that swirls in my heart is not the same as a naive feeling of worry.

In the first place, I was the one who decided that Miss Bunny should suffer in this case.

However, something unexpected happened.

The fact that the traitor turned in at the last minute should have given Miss Bunny hope this time.

Faith works miracles. There's nothing wrong with loving others..... right?

That in itself is wonderful, but not everyone will turn to Miss Bunny like they did today.

The more her hopes swell, the deeper the wounds in her heart become.

And yet Miss Bunny will be more likely to choose to injure himself.

Even if I adhere to the "don't let your prey get hurt" principle, I can never get there in time.

(.......... Hmm?)

(No, you're right, it does look like I'm worried when I put it all together.)

(Ugh, that's disgusting. I worry about other people...no no.)

Thank you for everything you have done, including getting me here.

Gilbert: No, you misunderstood me and treated me like a good person.

MC: ...Only this time I don't think it's a misunderstanding.

Gilbert: Hmmm?

Instead of diminishing, frustration grows.

(I have no choice but to retaliate).

Gilbert: Then I'll help you change.

MC: Thank you very much..... How is that possible!?

Ignoring Miss Bunny's cries, I got up and went to the closet.

The clothes that looked like a negligee were easy to find.

Gilbert: You see me as a good-hearted young man who cares about others, don't you?

Gilbert: Then I have to live up to your expectations, at least a little bit.

MC: I don't need help getting dressed!

Gilbert: The ladies need help, don't they?

MC: Maybe, but I don't think it's a good idea....

Gilbert: You're the reason why.

━━━━━━━༻❀✿❀༺━━━━━━━

Flashback:

MC: ....Have you seen my butler?

Gilbert: He's here, isn't he?

MC: Where...?

Gilbert: Right here.

Flashback ended.

━━━━━━━༻❀✿❀༺━━━━━━━

Gilbert: I just remembered that I was your butler's replacement today.

MC: Rio won't even help me get dressed!

Gilbert: Will I do it then? Because I'm good.

I pinned the fleeing Miss Bunny against the wall and blocked her escape route with both hands.

(Miss Bunny should know about this. There is no greater threat than me.)

Gilbert: Here, take it off.

MC: ...... I don't want to.

Gilbert: Take it off or they'll make you take it off.

MC: I don't like either of those options.

Gilbert: Hmm, you want to be undressed so badly?

(I was underestimated, too.)

I hold out my hand to let her know that perhaps I've been too gentle.

Ignoring Miss Bunny's reluctance, I unbutton the buttons on her blouse and pull it off her shoulders ........

Miss Bunny, who up to this point had been frozen, quickly brings her lips close to mine cheek.

I was so surprised that I stopped and stared at her.

Gilbert: Now?

MC: ....You wanted me to kiss you, didn't you?

MC: So forgive me for this.

(I didn't expect this.....)

Gilbert: It's funny. Didn't I say "here"?

When I point my finger at my lips, Miss Bunny shakes her head.

MC: Well...I don't think it will ever happen, but if I fall in love with Prince Gilbert, I'll think about it.

Gilbert: Ha-ha, judging by the way Miss Bunny is acting right now, you can't be absolutely sure.

(Because I like you with such bright red face.)

(It's nice to be liked, but .... I don't want to be misunderstood.)

Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit. I'm only protecting you because you're just prey.

Gilbert: I'm not doing this out of petty sentimentality.

MC: Okay, whatever you say.

(.............)

That day, the discomfort in my chest never went away.

Gilbert's Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Sweet End

Premium End

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blogger-yura · 1 year

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Entry #47 June 12th '23

#YurasLife #DailyYura #SpringMemories

𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐚- Life recap ♡

Hello hello once again, my friends! Ah, it's been quite some time, hasn't it? Almost a year, really... Did you think I was gone forever? I could never! Life has just been... Challenging, I'd say (→.←)

Ah, so many faces I don't know... Coming back after so long surely does have some PROS and CONS, uh? I will apologize, shouldn't have left without a "see you soon"! I hope everyone's doing just fine, though. Those who stayed and those who didn't, too.

What have you all been up to during the last year or so? I wonder! If you're new here, you should know I LOVE hearing your stories and interacting! Please never doubt (over)sharing with me, my favorite thing is connecting with you guys! Me? I've been up to quite some stuff! Allow me to begin sharing first... ﾟ.+:｡∩(・ω・)∩ﾟ.+:｡

In the last year, I've dyed my hair around 5 times, traveled 3 countries, visited family for a whole month, cried my heart out many times, perfected my business, took on modeling jobs, took on new challenges, missed people dear to me, lost people, made some new friends, but overall in the last year I have grown. I've grown so much. I've gotten to know myself, my limits, what I deserve and am willing to take from others.

I've bettered myself as a friend, a sister, a daughter.

So many people has come and gone... I think my greatest achievement has been being able to let go of the things holding me back, making me doubt myself, causing me anxiety and fear of giving the world a taste. My greatest achievement has totally been allowing myself to be me unconditionally.

I've figured out it's hard to enjoy life and find our essence when we're constantly surrounded by people who asks more of us than we can give. I've learned that sometimes it's not about not giving enough or people asking too much, really, but just sometimes priorities, languages, personalities not matching well. It's easy to feel sad and frustrated and like you're not enough; it's not as easy to learn from mistakes and grow better when there's no support around.

I hope, now that I'm back and thriving on my experiences, that I can do better. For myself and for others. It's been tough, really, but it's been totally worth it being away and allowing myself some me time away from everything I thought I knew. ♡

I'm super excited to be back, though! I hope there's new friends to be made, and I hope there's some others who have decided to wait for me. Maybe that last one is kinda selfish, but there's nothing wrong in being selfish from time to time.

Anyway, that's been my year in a nutshell. I'll be posting little memories soon! If you're interested in knowing more about my year you can check out the "yura's memories 📌" tag!

What about you, though? What has the last year taught you that has made a change on your life, if there's been anything? Have you managed to travel? Finish that degree or maybe start that career? Has your work treated you well? Or did you maybe decide to find something better! Have you found love with someone, or yourself?

I'd love to hear all about it! If you feel like sharing, please be my guest! (*≧∀≦*)

I'll get going now, I'll see you guys again, real soon this time! Don't go anywhere! -Yura ♡

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the-writer-nerd-ro · 7 months

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I'm not like you guys

Here's my Aromantic Riz story like I promised, just in time for Aromantic Awareness Week. It's set after Spring Break but probably before summer and the events of Junior Year (which I haven't started watching yet so no spoilers)

Enjoy!

Riz Gukgak had prepared an entire PowerPoint presentation to tell his mom about spring break but for some reason, he hadn't been able to plan out what he was going to say now, with his friends.

“Hey, guys, can I talk to you about something I figured out on the trip?”

He knew his friends loved him and accepted him. He knew that he didn't need a whole strategy just to talk to them. He just had to trust them and trust himself.

“Of course, The Ball. What's up? Is there another angle of the mystery that we missed?” Fabian asked.

“No, uh, no I don't think so. It's kind of about a different mystery. The mystery that is myself.” The words felt dorky as he was saying them but he refused to let his fears get in the way again.

“You can tell us anything,” Kristen said.

“I think… I think I'm not like you guys.”

“What? No, you're just as cool and important as all of us,” Fig said quickly in her “I'm placating” tone that she usually saved for Gilear.

“Yeah, I know. I know I'm an important part of this group. This isn't really about that.”

“What is it about?” Gorgug asked, used to not always understanding what Riz was talking about. Unfortunately, this time Riz also seemed like he didn't know what he was talking about.

Riz let out a frustrated sigh, not upset with any of his friends, mostly just upset with himself for not being able to verbalize this.

“Do you want to hold Boggy?” Adaine asked gently.

“Actually, yeah, that might help.” He cupped Boggy in his hands and let the happy little frog settle his nerves and frustration.

“Okay, here it is. I'm not like you guys. I'm not trying to get my kisses in.”

That seemed like a pretty good way to explain it, but the rest of the Bad Kids seemed perplexed.

“What?” Gorgug asked.

Riz sighed.

“Do you guys remember Baron?”

“You mean your fake romance partner?” Fabian asked.

“Yes, well, I only invented him because I felt awkward that you guys seemed so interested in hooking up and I just wasn't. For a while, I thought maybe I was just too invested in my cases, but confronting Baron in the Nightmare Forest made me realize that I'm simply not interested in having a romantic or physical relationship with anyone.”

The party took a moment to digest that information before nodding.

“Very cool, The Ball,” Fabian said.

“Yeah, you'll always be the one people want but can never have,” Fig said, her eyes sparkling as a new idea for a song was born

“I always thought that Adaine would be the asexual one,” Kristen said, which made Adaine give her a look.

Riz slapped his hands down on the table, Boggy hopping back to Adaine at the sudden movement.

“There's a term for it?!?”

“Yeah if you don't experience sexual attraction you're asexual and if you don't experience romantic attraction you're aromantic. And if you're both I think they call that being aroace.”

The look on Riz's face was radiant, the look of someone who finally had all the clues slide into place. He didn't say anything for a long time, just relished his newfound answers.

Then the words were falling out of his mouth like a dam that had burst. “In the Nightmare Forest, my second greatest fear was that you would all find love and stop caring about me, that you would all move on and I'd be stuck and alone. But everything we've been through proves that I was wrong. And knowing that there are other people like me proves that I will never be alone.”

“We're never going to stop caring about you,” Fabian promised, with murmured agreement from the rest of the group.

Then Gorgug asked, “What was your first greatest fear?”

Riz no longer felt awkward about his identity but he did feel awkward admitting this, “Sleeping on the job.”

The Bad Kids groaned and rolled their eyes, teasing him about his lame fears and workaholic persona, but even as they teased him Riz knew that they loved and accepted him and that that wasn't going to change.

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mbti-notes · 1 year

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Anon wrote: Hi! First of all i want to thank to you for being a real and honest people. Nowadays, like all areas psychology has some popular social media personas which doesn't feel sincere and most importantly real. But your approach is admirable.

I'm an intj, 24, female. I'm not even sure asking such questions to you would be a good idea. But i thought "why not" so please excuse me if i'm wasting your time. It's a classical childhood trauma which it doesn't heal. I got bullied about my physical appearance several times when i was a child. I called ugly mostly and even a girl from my class told me that i should've work twice cause i'm ugly. Now it's all passed but the feeling it's still there.

Actually my real problem's about what's gonna happen if i have a relationship because no matter what i don't feel beautiful. Sometimes some of my friends or a guy who is trying to hit me calls me beautiful and thinks like that. But i feel like if i would accept that everyone would laugh at me. Everyone's lying cause i am ugly. That's the truth. Of course this isn't a healthy though i know but i can't get rid of that feeling no matter what i did. If i would turn into a super model nothing would change inside me so this proves that my thought's aren't healthy and something's wrong.

I only ask because I'm afraid if i would love someone in the future i couldn't have a healthy relationship. This really bothers me. Thanks for even my question was useless to ask to you and stole your precious time.

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1) I think you've made a great point about social media personas. The self-help business is big business because it speaks to people's deepest suffering. Unfortunately, it is easier to manipulate and exploit vulnerable people, so there are lots of charlatans out there looking to take advantage. That's why I avoid social media and always prefer to learn from the recognized experts in a field.

Nowadays, we are all flooded with so much information, so it's more important than ever to be careful about who you listen to and whether you're getting the right information, especially when it's about your psychological health and well-being. An important part of nurturing a healthy spirit is feeding it a healthy "diet" that promotes personal growth, which means avoiding people who would feed you false or biased information.

2) Bullying is defined as forceful behavior that serves the purpose of dominating or intimidating people. The experience of repetitive bullying is a recognized form of psychological trauma because it damages your sense of dignity, making you believe your existence is insignificant. A bully's greatest success is when you learn to bully yourself with their words. They don't even have to be present anymore because you're doing all their work for them through voluntarily putting yourself down and punching out your own spirit.

When you experience trauma as a child, you don't have the intellectual capacity to make sense of it, so it's as though your mind gets stuck in that period of time. As a result of not being able to move forward in psychological development, childhood victims of bullying are much more likely to suffer mental health issues like depression, anxiety, and low self-esteem as adults. They don't know how to escape the perspective of victim, often feeling fearful, helpless, powerless, or hopeless.

Children have the wonderful qualities of being open, sincere, and trusting because they need to learn about the world quickly. Thus, they easily believe everything they are told. But every coin has two sides. Being trusting makes them more susceptible to manipulation by irresponsible actors. You're 24 and still believe what you were told about your physical attractiveness as a child. As an adult, you should now have the intellectual capacity to think more critically about your beliefs and values. And you should be able to develop the independence of mind to choose beliefs and values that are more aligned with the truth.

You now see there is something wrong in your thinking because you've realized it didn't originate from you. Good. Are you capable of changing your thinking? INTJs tend to be intellectual creatures, so perhaps you should start by doing a careful examination and analysis of the concept of beauty, to counter the beliefs your bullies instilled in you. E.g. What is beauty and how is it defined? What is the true purpose of labeling things "beautiful" or "ugly"? Who gets to define what is beautiful, and why? What are your beliefs about beauty and where did they come from? Do you need to change your beliefs to be better aligned with the truth? How would changing your beliefs also change your attitude and behavior?

3) Changing your ideas about beauty can help you be more rational in your judgments about it. However, this doesn't erase your memories of the past. Memories plague us because of their painful emotional content. When the emotional trauma is too intense, it is advisable to work in a safe environment with a therapist to guide you.

You shouldn't want to get rid of your memories because those experiences are necessary for your personal identity and psychological growth. You can learn to look upon past experiences differently, from a bigger perspective. Big picture thinking should come naturally to Ni doms. By making better sense of what happened and putting those experiences in the right perspective, you can eventually come to weaken or neutralize the negative emotions.

Imagine that you were walking down the street and you saw someone yelling at a small child, calling them "ugly" and all sorts of vulgar names. The child is crying quietly but cannot get away. Would your first instinct be to join the bully in berating the child? Or would you feel a strong desire to protect the child from harm? If you have any humanity, you would not hesitate to conclude that treating the child this way is morally wrong and should be stopped as soon as possible. If you had the capacity to stop the bully and speak to the child, what would you say to them? How would you help them?

Now, imagine that the child is you. Do you believe that you deserved the bullying? Do you believe that your bully cared about you and was telling the truth about you, or were they just trying to destroy your dignity and dominate you for their own purposes?

To put traumatic childhood experiences in the right perspective, you have to be able to transcend the perspective of the innocent child and adopt the vantage point of a wiser adult. Instead of looking upon the situation through the eyes of the helpless victim you were then, you can now look upon it as someone with the power to help and stop the victimization. Look upon that child with empathy and compassion, and you may start to see how beautiful the child actually is and how much they deserve to be loved after what they've been through.

Being granted the strengths of Te-Fi, healthy TJs are generally fearless and formidable people. They don't fear making mistakes, because they are confident in their ability to recover and learn from them. They don't succumb to control, because they form their own beliefs and do what they want. They don't need to be told what is right, because they follow their own moral code. They don't wait around for a hero, because they know how to be their own hero. This power already lies within you, but you have to change your perspective on yourself in order to release it.

#intj #auxiliary te #bullying #trauma #abuse #self compassion #physical appearance #beauty #ask

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mythical-illustrator · 10 months

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My friend! You know I adore Helena and Fox so can I asked for 2, 7, 20, and 35 from the relationship ask?

I love those two, I was gonna say you have no idea but I think you do and thats why you sent me the ask ;)

2: First date.

It takes Fox and Helena way to long to go on a real date but predating might as well have been dates - it invlolved a lot of coffee lol. But when they clear the air and all the secrets are out in the open, they FINALLY go on a proper date.

The other guards have rearanged their schedule to heck and back so they could make sure the marshal commander got his dang date, Helena as made sure all her of her work was done and did a light patrol before hand.

There is a nice resturant that Fox found, and was able to get a table out- He asked Helena's aunt for advice and she helped him a lot becuase Clones aren't always welcomed everywhere. They sit down, order. Fox is wearing his nice dress uniform, Helena is wearing a proper shirt, clean pants. No oil stains.

Their food comes- Armered bank car robbery goes right by. They stare at each other, their food then the window and gapping people before Fox's com goes off. Its a very appologetic Thorn. The two of them sigh and spring to action, Thorn is pulling up with Fox's kit and Helnea changes in alley way.

There date ends with them crawlling up to a high building and sharing caf, bruised and a little beat up and just watching the sunset together.

7: What do they aruge about.

Helenas role as Spider-Woman.

Before they started dating Helena wasn't that well known to the upper levels and was a urabn legand in the lowers. The security police force "Knew" about her and warned the clones but the Senete doesn't know about her, the Jedi doesn't know about her and the rich people of upper coursant don't know about her.

Fox worries as she helps more and mroe people that she'll attracht the wrong attention and he'll be ordered to investiage her or worse, arrest her.

He doesn't want to have to choose between her and his brothers. Being A marshal commander, obeying orders, its what keeps his brothers safe.

He won't ever ask her to stop, its a part of her like being a solider is a part of him. But he does try to help her as much as possible, give her as many tools as he can so she never gets caught by the wrong sort of attetnion.

His greatest fear is being ordered to arrest her by the Channcler. Thats not an order he can ingore, bot because he choose to, but he wouldn't remember it till he was already acting upon it.

20: Whare are they like sharing a bed?

So fox is a star fish when he has the space to spread out. the safer he feels, the deeper his sleep is, I'm talking head back, open mouth doorl.

Helena is a limpet octipus. She will cling, to pillows or another warm body if they're near.

It took Fox a minute to get use her clingy ways, especally with Super stregth. But evenntally, they get use to each other and end up almost all tangled up with Helena treating herself like his own personal backpack. She says he runs warm and she can turn all her senses off when shes around him.

It takes Fox longer, and he use to just stay away and listen to her breth, but eventually he breathing lulled him to sleep and he could geta full nights rest with her around.

35: What Moment did they realize they were in love.

Unfourtinily for Fox, Helena realized she was in Love with him in the middle of being Spider-Woman. She had been working with him for a bit now, in and out of the suite. She thought him serious but carrying and new he loved his brothers more than anything. He had a surprinsingly dry sense of humor and had made her laugh more than once.

But when fighting crime, he took that job very seriously. And he was a skill fighter. They were chasing after some bounty Hunter and she went to go swing by and help him when She watched Fox hand the controls of his speeder to THorn, throw himself off into imcoming traffic and then land on their escaping prisoner. She watch him deck, daze, then taze the hunter before restling control of the speeder away from him and bring it saftely to a stop.

She almost swung into a building.

For Fox its watching her feed his brothers. She brings up coffee sure but he looked up one day and realized not only did she bring him caf, she brought all of the Command squad caf too, taylored to their own prefrences and home cooked goods, laughing and joking with each of them and knowning their names and personilties. She makes a joke with Hound, hands grizzler a treat and then turns and holds out a cup of caf to him and he realizes hes in love with this nat-born woman.

Only Thorn is a whistnessed to the pol-axed face of realization on his vod's face

he's defintly not going to let his vod run away from his feelings.

Thank you for the ask friend, I loved asking these you have no idea. Thank you for indulging my strange crossover.

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@anxiouspineapple99 @clonemedickix @dangraccoon @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @starrylothcat @sev-on-kamino @multi-fan-dom-madness @wizardofrozz @523rdrebel @dickarchivist

#star wars #the clone wars #oc ask game #Helena X fox #commander fox #oc Helena Hemlock

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collectorcookie · 7 months

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I'm getting so incoherently emotional about the northern twins and white being a ghost.

I wonder if white ever holds snow's hand to feel warmth that no longer exists in his own body. If that's something that would inevitably make snow feel guilty. I think regardless, snow would hold white's hands tighter, maybe apologetically, maybe reassuring.

There is only one chair at the table in their room. Snow says that white doesn't need one, white can just float anyways. But him and white sit on the same chair, together, next to eachother. Is he scared of white disappearing again? Is he holding onto white as much as he still can?

White's corporeal form exists only thanks to snow. White is always haunted by the fact that he can simply fade out of existence again if snow simply doesn't feel like constantly draining his own magic to keep his dead brother tied to the living world and giving him a physical form. But snow never let go. Will he ever be able to? Will he ever process and accept the death of white? Would he have been able to if it wasn't him who killed white in the first place?

White's greatest wish and desire was not being separated from snow, and his biggest fear was, i assume, dying alone. Which leads up in him dying alone exactly in classic self-fulfilling prophecy fashion. At the hands of the one person he never wanted to be separated from, nonetheless. Now they're separated, forever, a whole dimension between them even if snow holds white right next to himself.

Was it the calamity? Was it the spirits? Is it the fate that they keep talking about? It feels too perfectly planned. I feel like they got too powerful for the narrative at that point and had to get knocked down in a way. Of course, they are each other's only weakness. Of course, they match levels of strengths. So if anyone would be their doom, it would have to be themselves, for eachother.

I cannot imagine the narrative going any other way without white dying but god it doesn't make it hurt any less. If white didn't die, oz wouldn't have stopped his world rampage, the rest of the north family who have been immortal and unkillable up until this point would have never been confronted with death, and i think that's pretty significant. Like, yeah, they saw generations of humans die out, they're probably very familiar with death, but never the death of their someone of their own, someone they hold dear.

Similarly, if it was snow who died and not white, i don't think white would have had the mental strength to go against the laws of the universe to try and bring snow back. I know he says that, if murr had approached him instead of snow, then the outcome would have been the same only with their roles reversed, but i don't think that would have happened. I feel like white would have just killed himself after killing snow.

And their crests, oh my god. After white died, snow's magic crest was halved, only one half remaining, the other disappearing. When snow gave a physical form to white, the other half of the crest appeared on white. This really makes it feel like it has been deliberately planned by some entity, in a way.

At last, they became two in one and will never be separated again, while also being always separated by death itself. They're two halves of a whole with one half constantly missing. Nothing will ever be the same again but my god, like that will stop them from reaching out to each other.

In summary, shoutout to snow and white for being in the world's weirdest death limbo, what the hell is wrong with them. Snow looked at "'Til death do us part" and went "this sign can't stop me because i can't read"

#clock if you're reading this i blame you for giving me wizard brainworms /j #And sibling tragedy brainworms. But that's more on the authors cause i feel like there aren't any happy siblings in this game #snow mahoyaku #white mahoyaku #Coly can we get ONE pair of siblings that isn't doomed by the narrative (this is also about rutile and mitile)#I do NOT want to go through another fratricide thankyouverymuch #Every single time it's always the characters with the adorable design that i get attached to #And every single time they always end up having to endure unimaginable horrors #when will i learn

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poltergeist-coffee · 1 year

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It's almost 2am and I have to be awake at 6am but I haven't seen the actual Convo between qcellbit and qbagi

BUT CELLBIT SAID IT FELT GOOD TO KILL SOMEONE???

HE'S BACK(👈fcell)

Let's hope nobody gets cannibalized this time

Or I dunno, tortured and dismembered and cutter by a chainsaw and

(☝️ biggest favela 6 apologist and Cucurucho hater)

But a shout out to the admins for making Cucurucho just spawn at random moments and scare people, it's funny, Cucurucho is a damned being but the admins did a good job on playing as him

Y'know how it's works, if qcellbit starts doing the tongue thing...

People were expecting fcell to come back when the eggs disappeared but we might not be to far from seeing his breaking point

Probably not as unhinged as fcell was but things are certainly escalating

And Bagi just "I don't care, you're my brother" or something like that as far I've seen

Well, she didn't spend that long looking for him to not be with him when she finally find him

So... Hatsune Miku tomorrow?(or today for me at least, I should go to sleep)

People want to Pac to meet Wilbur so bad that's is funny, I'm with them actually

Also I'm happy you liked the nickname, fantasminha:3

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YAAA HE DID HE DID!! HIS THERAPY IS LITERALLY VANISHING BEFORE OUR EYES!! I HOPE HE EATS CURUCURUCHO TOMRROW!! RIPS ITS HEAD OFF AND BITES ITS ARM!!

something funny i saw was someone said f!cell is coming back and someone else replied with like “quick pac hide your other leg cellbit will be coming for you” which MKNAJHCAJ i thought was a little funny. qpac is going to hate this so much actually now that i think about it <//3 his greatest fear is like…. back? it’s coming true

im sure if you look you can be able to find a translation/clip of their convo here on tumblr. it was very hectic and emotion filled

QBagi is like “i support cellbits wrongs and rights. we’re twins and i’ll defend anythign he chooses to do” which honestly kamknfkns good for her me too

If Wilbur Soot doesn’t meet his biggest fan Pactw tomorrow i’m calling his return a failure and hope he vanished for another six months or whatever /j (but seriously i hope he and pac if they’re both on get a chance to chat :”)) i want to see pac freak out and fanboy over lovejoy so much )

<333 YAA I LVOE THE NICKNAME :DD THANK YOU PLATE ANONNN <333

#✉️ asks or whatever #🍽️ anon

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blackdragoness · 2 years

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😤 blowin' smoke pt.2 💨

Hey. I'm bDee, the Black Dragoness. Tonight, imma just be blowin' smoke. If you don't know what that means, I'll explain it to ya. I'm aware that it may mean many different things depending on where you're from. But where Im from, this is what it means: Blowin' smoke is slang for letting out air. As a dragon, I inhale and I exhale smoke. It's part of my anatomy. It's a saying where I'm from which means to say, "Let me talk my shit real quick, unfiltered and unapologetically." Air is symbolic to us for communication. Sometimes there's a need to just release air. Similar to passing gas. If you hold a fart in too long, your stomach starts to hurt. Releasing that air will make your stomach feel much better but it will also smell like shit to everybody else. That's kind of what "blowing smoke" means. I'm just talking shit. Y'all may not fancy it's fragrance but it sure does feel good to say it out loud. So that's what imma do right now. Imma just blow smoke. Don't be attached to my words. I'm just flowing.

You know, I'm not religious. I believe in God but I don't believe in these organized churches. For me personally, as a dragon, that whole church stuff isn't really my jazz but I respect that it is for most humans.

But, to be able to understand that realm more and the people in it, I dove deep into religion. Not all of them. But quite a few. There's some truth to it. And other stuff I think is bullshit. But that's a topic for another day.

Anyways, the religion I'm gonna dabble in today is Christianity. Like all religions, Christianity also has their own stories. One of the stories we are going to talk about is the Parable of the Talents. Y'all can correct me if I'm wrong, but basically there's 3 dudes having a conversation with their master, right. I guess the master is heading out of town and entrusted his property and estate to these 3 dudes. The property is worth 8 talents, and one talent is worth a significant amount of money. So he splits these 8 talents amongst these 3 dudes based off of their workmanship. The first dude gets 5 talents, the second dude gets 2 talents and the last dude gets 1 talent. Then the master leaves. After a long period of time being away, the master returns and asks for an account of the talents he gave them. The first two replied saying they put their talents to work and doubled the value of the talents he gave them. The last dude who only had one talent, said he buried his talent and hid it in fear that he would lose it all. The master then punishes the last dude because he did nothing with what he was given.

Now why is this story so significant?

For many reasons, obviously. You can pick this story apart and come up with many different conclusions. For me personally, it stands out to me because us dragons, we struggle with pride and ego. To be honest, a lot of things come to us naturally. Opportunities, gifts, skills, talents, etc. You name it, and we've already got it, done it, experienced it, mastered it.....you get the point. So it's easy for us to sit on the skills and talents that we have and become complacent. However, when we do decide to utilize them, its almost as if magic has been restored back on this earth.

You know, my ancestors tell of a time when magic was prevalent in this world. Humans, fairies, dragons, warlocks, goblins, and all fanatical creatures alike used to coexist in peace. But since the magic has been taken, a lot of us remain in hiding.

How do we restore magic?

We start utilizing the gifts and talents that make us unique and start CREATING again. What can you CREATE with the talents and skills you have that can be used for the greatest good of all? Let your imagination go wild and watch the magic happen.

There's a caution for pride and ego once you've reached this stage. Pride and ego are the killers of magic. There will be a point where you will be persuaded to think that what you create needs to reach the masses. But remember, your creation will reach who it is meant to reach. Fame is not why we've been given talents. Although fame can be obtained through your talents, it shouldn't be your main focus. Once you've master and created something (or many things) with one talent, move on to the next talent and so on and so forth.

The more we create, the more magic we bring back into this world.

But heck, what do I know.

Cuz at the end of the day,

I'm just blowing smoke 😤

#art #astro community #astro notes #astrology #intuitive readings #pac reading #pick a card reading #pick a pile #tarot community #zodiac #pick a card #spiritual message #spirituality #spiritualjourney #philosophy #thoughts #deep thinking #psycology

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lucid-stories · 1 year

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The World from the Stories

A Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction

⚠WARNING⚠

- Female reader

- Reader here will also be Yuu

- Reader will be able to conjure magic unlike the game

- This is a new creator's work so please bear with me or atleast I am trying to shift from being used to a chat fanfiction creator to the more classic type

- Actually on second thought, I want to name the person Aisha Eleni Lenore "Y/N" L/N so y/n is considered a nickname

-Reader gets transported into Twisted Wonderland

-Not proofread yet

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I watched in horror as my heroes fell. One of the greatest losses in the past decade was broadcasted for the world to see.

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"The crown princess, her royal highness <insert mother's name> and the prince consort, his royal highness < insert father's name> has fulfilled their duties until the end, both as royals and as nobles. Their sacrifice will not be forgotten but this raises the question what is will be the future of our country? For the past thousand years there has not been an unnatural death in the family, could this mean-"

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Irritated, I shut the broadcast down and threw the remote. "I get that they're worried because of the prophesy but can't they just grief for a moment for their fallen royals and just think about everything else after the mourning period" Unable to control her emotions with anger, sadness, betrayal, grief and fear, A hurricane accompanied by heavy snow and thunderstorms begins to brew.

*hik* "-What will I do now" She manages to choke out "Grandma, they're already gone"

"..."

"Is this really the price we have to pay after everything we've done for the sake of the majority? I don't want to be alone"

"..."

"Mom and dad are dead, my older twin brother is missing and I am only 10 years old SO PLEASE WAKE UP... I need you now more than ever... "

"..."

"... Something feels wrong, it's too... silent"

'smoke... Where is it coming from?'

I walked towards wherever it was coming from. I can't help but feel something eerie as if something is watching me. I turned to where I felt the gaze but there was nothing.

Everything felt off ever since I left my grandmother's chambers. I haven't seen a single maid or servant. Even the animals are quiet, a little too quiet for my liking. Not to mention the persitent gaze I feel behind my back every now and then.

Just when I turned back once again to check where the gaze was coming from, everything blacked out.

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'I can't move but I don't think my limbs are binded together'

'How crude, it seems like they trapped me in a box'

I tried to banged on what seems to be a wooden cover from the inside hoping to attract someone however the lid opened before I got the chance to do so.

'I think that was a coffin... Is this the afterlife?'

"Please step forward and state thy name" The talking mirror said.

"Aisha Eleni Lenore L/N"

"As expected of the first female member of our prestigious school!"

The crowd's chatter is too loud to ignore but what caught your attention was what everyone was wearing and the talking mirror.

'Was this something like a sorting hat scene from Harry Potter? And did that mirror say first girl???'

"Child, your soul is compatible with all of the dorms, however, it seems that your blood has more connections to one dorm than the rest. As such, Diasomnia will be the best dorm for you as for now."

"We're done with orientation and dorm assignments? All right, new students—let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it's off with your head!" 'As much as I would like everyone to follow the rules, I think the off with your head thing is a bit too much. Probably a red flag, literally and figuratively'

*Yawn* "Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me."

"New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement.

As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience." 'He gives off salesman vibes, do not approach unless absolutely necessary'

"Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony..."

"Some headmage he is." A voice was projected from a floating tablet

"Maybe he had a tummyache?"

"I certainly did not, I was just making whatever caused the alarm to go off was a false one. After all, I am so kind to prioritize the safety of my students."

*ahem* "I hereby declare that orientation has concluded. Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms.

...Hm? Come to think of it, I don't see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere."

"And that surprises you? Dude's a total recluse." A man with lion ears stated mockingly

"Wait a sec... Did anyone even invite him?"

A guy who looks like someone who stepped out from the screen suggested, "If you're that worried about him missing out, maybe you should have told him yourself."

'I agree if you want to make sure something is done then you have to do it yourself'

"Maybe, but I don't know him too well either..."

Student A: Draconia... Like, Malleus Draconia? THAT Draconia?

Student B: So it's true? He really does go to school here?

Student C: Yikes.

"Ah. Just as I'd expected." A child looking person with red eyes sighed. "I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance.

But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony."

'This Malleus person must have either too small or too big of a presence if people keep on forgetting him' (why too big, because people assume they have already ben invited)

" You have my sincerest apologies. I assure you, this oversight was in no way intended as a snub."

"I mean, you must admit, he's not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with."

"No matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me." The vice-housewarden motioned for the first years to follow him.

"I just hope he doesn't sulk about this." He sighed.

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Timeskip to after they were sorted into their dorm rooms

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"... " >w< I tried to process everything, from the fact my parents died, somehow I got to this place, got sorted into a dorm and finally the fact that it was a school filled with males. Not to mention that this place is nothing like any place I bave ever read in the history and the modern aged books with exceptions to works of fiction. It was too much for my brain to take so I went to a corner and bawled my eyes out.

Feeling my eyes sting and no water came out after who knows how long, I picked myself up and around the room. After all, grandma always said that you will only lose when you give up.

'I will learn everything I can from this place so it won't be a waste' "..."

'but for a place I will be living in for the next (few) year/s, it's a little bare but nothing a few magic spells can't fix.'

-After doing the bare minimum, cleaning spells, creation spells for the bare necessities like the bed, food, clothes-

"I will finish decorating my place tomorrow... I promise"

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"You called, lilia-sama?-" A loud man with green coloured hair that seemed to resemble a lightning bolt said enthusiastically.

"Father, here's the information you asked." A person who looks like a prince inserted before the person before him could continue.

"Good, both of you are here" The man appeared behind them upside down. It seems like the senior does this quite as the 2 young ones were barely even fazed.

"Why is he bringing all the information we gathered for this year's first years?" The loud one asked. "We already checked everyone a couple of times before the entrance ceremony"

"No, not everyone" Silver rebutted. "There was no female student in the list"

"As I thought, I was making sure that particular student just slipped off my mind however, it's impossible as a female wouldn't be common on campus" Lilia added to Silver's. "There is no information in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland on this student. Sebek, I trust that you'll find out everything you can on campus"

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TO BE CONTINUED

#twisted wonderland #twst diasomnia #diasomnia #LUCID_STORIES #Twisted Wonderland x AFAB! Y/N #Reader Insert

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