#college came at me without mercy but im BACK

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for the prompt giveaway: something with time travel! bonus points for whump. extra bonus points for caleb + beau or nott or molly. tysm. i love you.

fresh off the presses of final exams, @inkedinserendipity and @kaladins-angst, this one goes out to you

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His eyes snap open, and for a second it feels like waking from a dream.

Golden light streams in through the windows. The sound of busy streets drifts up past his ears.

He throws the covers off. He scrambles to tug his boots on.

The rest are already downstairs, eating breakfast. He swears loudly at this. He combs his hair down. He reaches the table just as Beau lifts her glass, just as Fjord goes to smile and say:

“Hey! Look who’s final—”

“—ly awake.”

There’s a pause. Fjord blinks.

“Uh…ex—”

“—cuse me. Ja, you are excused.”

The silence stretches on a bit longer, this time. Caleb sits down. He wolfs down a biscuit. He looks almost more ravenous than Nott and only stops to drink some water and add:

“Jester, you are about to comment on my manners.”

She hesitates. 

“…was not.”

The corner of his lip twitches up, then he nods. “Of course. But it is deserved, I supp—”

“What the fuck?” says Beau, then she swears and points at Caleb, “stop doing that—”

“—at already.” When her glare intensifies, he finally relents.

“Sorry, sorry,” he inhales half a muffin. “Sorry, but do you understand what is happening?”

“You’re being annoying.”

“Oh! Is this a new prank?!”

Nott rises in her chair and slaps her palms to the table.

“Dunamancy?” she asks. “Did something go wrong?”

Caleb nods. He looks proud, but mostly he just looks tired.

“Ja, in essence, that is what happened The long version is that later today, in this version of today, our mission is going to go poorly and all of us will die, and then I will wake up again.”

The group watches him down the rest of his mug.

“That is…the long version?” Yasha asks.

Caduceus hands him a napkin. He takes it. He nods.

“It has felt pretty long to me, anyway. This is the…götter, the twelfth time I have come back.”

“You must be really feeling the whiplash, then,” says Fjord.

Caleb gives him a look. It’s answered with a shrug.

“I mean…weirder things have happened to us before,” tries Nott. Caleb smiles; this is the eighth time she’s been the first one to agree. “What, uh…what exactly is going to happen, did you say?”

“We need all the details,” Beau nods. Her expression is stony now, all traces of snark gone. “Especially if it involves us…dying.”

“The even-longer version,” Yasha supplies helpfully.

Caleb slides his plate aside. He takes a deep breath.

“In an hour, we are going to go on that mission to uncover the final Beacon for the dynasty. The ruins will be difficult to navigate, but we manage. Jester is going to graffiti the walls and Fjord is going to nearly trip into a pit.”

“Oh, er…that’s…good to know, I suppose.”

“Indeed. Sometimes we take a short rest after that, sometimes we forge on ahead. Regardless, once we have moved past that point, when we reach the third level of the temple—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” says Beau, “these ruins are a temple? To who?”

Caleb shakes his head. “We never quite make it far enough to find out. Your working theory is that it is some god divorced from the the pantheon, connected to the Luxon if it is not the Luxon itself.”

She whistles. “I came up with that, huh?”

“Ja, and I am inclined to believe you. However, whatever this…diety was, it left behind something very powerful. In the final room that we stumble into, there is always the Beacon, sitting on a pedestal, surrounded by ancient iconography. And there is always also something else in that room, like a…like a shadowy force…almost alive, made of a strange grey mist. And it always kills us, in the end.”

He reaches out blindly and Nott provides a mug. He drinks it. The group mulls this over.

“Well,” says Fjord eventually, “that sucks.”

“So then…have we tried just not doing the mission?” Nott asks.

Caleb nods miserably. “My second time back, we tried that. A day went past, and after I went to sleep, I just woke up at the start of today.” He gestures to himself. “Like I did now.”

“Did we try to fight in the last cycle?” Caduceus asks.

“Ja. A number of you fell before I finally died.”

The weight of that “finally” leaves a chill in the air. Jester hands him a pastry.

“Have we…oh! Have we asked the Dynasty for help? Surely they would know how to fix this?” she says.

“We tried during cycle ten,” Caleb sighs. “Essik teleported over and everything. He…gave a theory and I believe he may be right.”

“Which is?” Fjord asks.

Caleb grimaces. “He believes that the spell I tried got disrupted by the presence of a Beacon so close to it. He thinks that the only way to undo this is to cast it in reverse, once again, before the Beacon.”

“Oh, well that does not seem so bad,” Yasha leans back and crosses her arms. “We can just do that then, yes?”

“Yes, only the spell takes a minute to cast. It was a miracle I got it off the first time, I have no idea if I can do it again. We just failed, trying to do it again.”

“You just failed,” Beau points out helpfully. “We’re fresh off the failure scale.”

Caleb shifts his stare towards her.

“I’m just saying. That attitude isn’t going to help.”

“It’s nice to see you being positive,” Caduceus rumbles. “I like it.”

Beau grins. “Thanks! You know, I’m tryin’ something new.”

“Anyway,” Nott pointedly interjects, as Caleb begins to massage his temples, “anyway, it doesn’t hurt to try again, does it? I mean, how many times have we died?”

“Nine times.”

“Nine?”

“Is it all of us?”

Caleb shrugs. “I, ah…admittedly, go down rather early, so I do not know if all of us are defeated each time. But I have watched each individual one of you die. At least once.”

“Yikes,” says Fjord.

He closes his eyes. He can hear Beau tapping her chin at his side.

“So…hang on, what if this is like…a dream, then, or something? What if you’re still dead right now and this is just some kind of vision? Or maybe you’re having a mental break?”

“I would prefer that not to be the case,” he mutters. “I have…done that once before, I would not like to again.”

“—shit. Sorry—”

He waves a hand. “It is alright. I do understand your hesitation, however, and I assure you that…as far as I am aware, admittedly with my grip on reality a bit tense—”

“We believe you.”    

He looks up, and his friends are all gazing back at him.

Jester hands him another pastry. It’s some kind of sugary fruit tart.

“I’m sorry you’re…stuck in time,” she says. “But I’m glad that you tried to come back for us. And I’m really happy that…well, at least for now, that we aren’t dead.”

“Yeah,” says Nott, nodding fervently. “Time loop or not, we’ll figure this out!”

“Time loop or…” Fjord pinches the bridge of his nose. “When did our lives get so weird?”

“Sometime just after the sword-swallowing, I think.” Beau claps a hand over Caleb’s shoulder. “Alright, let’s…do this, I guess. Do you have a plan for how we’ll keep you alive during your little ritual?”

Swept up in their wave of intent, he manages, “Ah…er…not yet, we tried the Hut once, but the mist can go through floors—”

“Then we create a new plan,” says Yasha.

“Whatever you think might work best, Mister Caleb. Are you…feeling alright, by the way?” Caduceus lifts an eyebrow. “If you say this is the twelfth time you’ve come back, the thirteenth time we’ve repeated today, then I imagine that’s a bit of a strain on the mind.”

“It is…certainly not pleasant,” Caleb mutters, then blinks and rubs his face, looks up.

“You all…I am worried that this is a…well, I am afraid that in telling you of our failures, I have discouraged you all.”

Beau tilts her chair back, puts a foot on the table. She is instantly chastised by Fjord, and scowls.

“Nah,” she says, setting her chair back on the ground, “nah. Failure is like…our thing. It’s…how we learn, anyway,” she eventually amends.

“And what other option do we have?” Yasha asks. “To sit back and do nothing? That is not what we do.”

“Let’s give it another shot,” Jester says, thumping Caleb on the arm. “You said you got it once before, that means it’s not impossible to do! We just have to keep trying!”

“It’s easier for us, I suppose, since we don’t…actually remember, but…” Fjord gives Caleb a nod. “It looks like, so far, you haven’t given up on us. The least we can do is not give up on you.”

“I…cannot make any promises,” he begins—  

“You don’t need to,” Nott says. “Come on, not for us.”

“What is it that they say about the number thirteen? It’s lucky or something, right?” Yasha asks.

“Actually,” says Beau, “depending on where you’re from, it can be, like, wicked unluck—”

Jester elbows her in the ribs.

“Ow, wha—oh. I mean, it’s super lucky, duh.”

Caleb glances down at the pastry in his hands.

He takes a bite.

“Well,” he manages, slowly, steadily. “I suppose that is something we will find out, ja?”    

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"Harsh Words" [Xiao, pt. 2]

Warning: Angst, mention of blood and injuries

A/N: I'm finally back with part 2! I've finally graduated college, got my school trip and I JUST CAME BACK FROM A FIVE DAYS TRIP/CONVENTION IN TORONTO IM SO DEAD. Anyway, here's finally part 2 of Harsh words with Xiao ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

Part 1 here!

Masterlist here!

“Have you heard about Y/N?”

“I haven’t seen the new employee in a while, I hope they're okay.”

“Their family must be worried…”

“Maybe they just went on a vacation!”

That’s what Xiao wanted to believe too. Maybe that you were simply gone on a vacation. It’s been about a week since Xiao had seen you. Since he got mad at you. Since he called you a burden. And oh Archons, he regretted it. Every single day, guilt was making his heart feel heavier and heavier. It was a feeling that the adeptus wasn’t familiar with. Why was his heart so heavy? He had purposefully tried to keep you away to avoid such feelings.  He tried, but he failed. And he tried the wrong thing. Maybe instead of keeping you away, he should have been more understanding. If he were, maybe you wouldn’t be lost right now. Xiao sighed and shook his head to chase his thoughts away. But even then, I couldn’t help but feel the pit of anxiety growing in his stomach. He didn’t think twice before teleporting to the spot where he last saw you.

 As his feet touched the ground, he was surprised by the strong winds that almost knocked him over. The weather had been horrible in the last week. And only now, was he realizing that you were probably fighting with this opponent as well. Without realizing it, Xiao started walking. He didn’t even know where his feet were taking him, they were moving on their own. A strong gut feeling was guiding his legs. Water was slowly creeping in his shoes, as the rain wouldn’t stop falling. He was getting cold. But what about you? If you were still out there, you were at nature’s mercy. And Xiao knew how cruel nature could be at time. Lost in his thoughts and worries, he did not notice the shiny metallic piece on the ground. He only felt it when his foot hit it. Xiao bent down, curious to inspect the object. His heart sank when he recognized it.

It was your weapon.

Or at least, it was a part of it.

It was clearly broken, metallic and wooden pieces scattered all around. It was as if your weapon had exploded. Xiao’s heart was pounding in his chest. There was your weapon, or at least what was left of it. But what had cause it to break like that?? And where were you. The next thing that made Xiao worry even more was the faint smell of blood. It wasn’t a lot, probably not enough for an ordinary human to notice it. But sadly, Xiao was used to its scent and could tell right away what it was and where it came from. Of course, the smell worried him horribly, but at least, he now knew that you were close.

 The next thing that Xiao saw were droplets of blood on the ground. They were permanent red stains on delicate white petals, that proved that a fight had happened. There weren’t many droplets, they were barely noticeable in this weather. But Xiao was about to get sick. Now, he knew that you were injured. He tried to reassure himself. Maybe that it was monster blood, no? But deep down, he knew that it was human blood. And he had to hurry if he wanted to find you alive.

 His breathe got stuck in his throat as your body came into view. Your unconscious form was lying on the ground, under a makeshift shelter. He could also see the wound on your leg that you had tried to cover with some of your clothes, that you had simply torn apart. At this sight, Xiao was quick to be by your side.

“Y/N! Can you hear me??” he asked as he pressed your shoulder, his voice filled with worry.

No reaction.

“Come on Xiao, you must be hungry, no?” Ganyuu asked. “… Well, actually I know that you don’t eat much, but you should rest a little”

His hands then reached your neck, trying to find a pulse. A sigh of relief left Xiao’s lips as he felt your heartbeat. It was weak, but it was there. Of course, it was way too soon to feel any relief. You were alive, but barely. And Xiao had to get you out of here immediately. He didn’t have much knowledge about human health and injuries, he couldn’t try to heal you himself. Not when he could hurt you.  As he picked you up in his arms, you weakly groaned in pain. Xiao hated to see you hurt and to hurt you even more, but he was relieved to see you react to the stimulus.

“No way.” Xiao answered, shaking his head. He was sitting on a chair next to your bed, waiting for you to wake up. It had been almost two days since he found you, and you were still unconscious. Guilt was washing over him everyday, and he hoped you would wake up soon, so he could apologize. So he could tell you how important you were to him and how much he regrets saying those horrible words.

A raspy breath left your lips, but the boy didn’t notice.

“-ao…”

Did he hear it correctly it? Xiao snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you. You were awake, looking at him and trying to sit up in your bed. Seeing this, Xiao quickly got up of his chair to help you up.

“How are you feeling Y/N? Do you need anything? Are you hurt?”

 Your hands were resting on the soft blankets of the bed, and you were looking at them. You didn’t dare to look up to Xiao. Soon enough, tears started to fall down from your eyes onto your hands and the bed sheets, leaving dark spots on the fabric. Seeing this, Xiao was certain that you were hurt.

“I’m going to get a healer Y/N, don’t worry I’ll be quick, I’ll be right ba—”

 But as he started to get up from his seat, you grabbed his wrist. Xiao turned around to see that you were now sobbing. His own heart twisted in his ribcage.

“I’m sorry Xiao… I-I really am sorry…”

“Wh- What are you apologizing for Y/N?”

“For being a burden! I-I’m sorry Xiao I just wanted to help you, but I guess I just made things worst, didn’t I? I’m sorry, I-I really am… I understand if you’re mad, I’ll try to stay away from you as much as I can so I won’t be a burd-“

The mattress sank as someone sat beside you.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

You looked up to see Xiao, who was now sitting next to you.

“I don’t want you to leave Y/N… I’m sorry. I’m not good with humans and their habits… I thought that if you were to come to close to me you’d get hurt. But I was wrong, you got hurt because I was trying to keep you away.” As he said this, he tried to wipe your tears with his thumb. It was clumsy, but the attention warmed your heart.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I promise you’ll never be hurt again.”

[moririki]

⤷ MORE THAN YOU'D BARGAIN FOR

DENJI X READER -> 1.7K
when it comes to a fool blinded by love, it sure hurts to have the short end of the stick

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CONTAINS -> angst, friends with benefits‼️, happy ending bc i'm weak like that, denji not knowing how to process emotions, very loose college!au cos i'm lazy, makima being slightly antagonised because fuck her, mentions of sex but nothing super explicit i don't think
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> thinking about denji's hands. i want to learn how to animate manga panels now so i can do a csm edit. also the writing style got kinda boring im SORRY

HEARTBREAK WAS ALWAYS BOUND TO HAPPEN IN THESE SORT OF RELATIONSHIPS. anyone with a pair of eyes and ears could give a clear answer to the question "who does denji like?" and no matter how much you wanted that answer to change, it would never be you.

even when the blonde boy had been so insistent on his heart belonging to another, he still had urges. so under the influence of one too many bottles of alcohol, it was a fairly easy decision for both of you to fall into bed together. more than once. more than you'd care to admit.

being with denji was nice. he was funny, sweet at times and vulgar during the others, and you found yourself repeating a mantra of don't catch feelings for your friend during your time together. and truth be told, it was hard not to, even when you and denji had finished your business and the topic of conversation always seemed to make its way back to makima.

it left a bitter taste in your mouth when denji acted like nothing had happened between the pair of you in other settings. the bitterness turned sour when you realised that there was no reason for him to have to either, and you cursed yourself when you realised you had done the worst thing possible and gone and fallen for your friend who so clearly wouldn't like you back.

but there were times where you thought that you just might have a chance.

even though your cursed your heart for fluttering and rearing its head each time so willingly at denji's mercy, you couldn't help but take every offhand action of his as a ray of hope. with the way his hands engulfed yours to anchor himself as he thrusted into you, the way his lips left urgent kisses on your lips as you panted beneath him, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cried out in ecstasy.

and even when you were lying next to each other in his bed, catching your breath. you would turn to look at his face sometimes, only to see him staring at you already with a look in his eyes that could only be described as wistful. but you were a fool to think that you could ever upseat makima in denji's eyes.

false hope could only get you so far.

with his breath tickling the back of your neck and his large hand rubbing patterns into your hip, this false hope really had gotten you somewhere. but all good things must come to an end. words that you dreaded to say weighed heavy on your tongue, but you dragged yourself along, lifting them just enough to feel them escape your lips before you could really stop them.

"denji, what are we?"

you felt the hand that rested on you go still, and the arm that was poised as a pillow for you went rigid. hell, the boy that was holding you so close to his chest had practically stopped breathing, and you felt your eyelids slide shut in a bitter defeat before you heard another word. it's not like you needed them to understand how he felt, anyway.

"we're friends, aren't we?" his tone was so controlled, so even and level and unlike the denji that you knew and, dare you say it, loved. it sent another shot tubneling straight through your heart, and you were glad that you were currently facing away from him. you wouldn't be able to handle seeing the look on his face as all of your tentative hopes were crushed under his heel. all you wanted to do was curl in on yourself and maybe try to cry away the numbness that was invading your body from the chest outward.

you raised a shaking hand to push denji's own off of you, and you felt the mattress underneath you creak as the boy shifted in confusion at your behaviour.

"y/n?"

your kept your back turned to him as you got out of his bed, pulling on your own clothed and scowling in frustration when you couldn't find your shirt anywhere. you were seconds away from letting the first droplets fall, and you did not want to let denji see.

you snagged some random material of a shirt off of the bedroom floor, yanking it over your head and turning to face denji with a face that you hoped wasn't too scrunched from holding back your tears.

"we're not just friends and you fucking know it."

you didn't have time to register his wounded facial expression or the pleading calls of your name that he cast towards your retreating figure, but you grabbed your shoes before leaving his dorm, shutting the door behind you a little too forcefully and storming off back to your own room.

you must look insane, padding along the halls with no shoes as angry tears streaked down your face and you tried your best not to audibly sob. by the time you had made it back to your room your eyes were streaming, and you flopped on your bed with little regard for anything else other than crying your eyes out.

truth be told, after that fateful night and the best cry of your life you felt much better. you knew where you stood, you had your feelings sorted out, and you knew that a little distance would really help you to finally move on from your friend.

now, if only denji would stop calling and texting you like nothing had happened.

you felt like you could scream when you saw a notification from him, asking if you wanted to study for the test that you had next week. you bit back the petty urge to ask him if he wanted to study with you as just friends, instead opting to turn your phone off and bury your face in your pillow once again.

matters of the heart take time, after all.

on denji's end, things weren't looking much better. he brushed off his confusion at your actions and words when you had left so abruptly the other day, only to find himself staring at his ceiling trying to decipher his feelings and what the hell you had meant.

he likes makima. and he has, for a while now. he could count on one hand the amount of times he had interacted with the girl who sat in front of him in the lecture hall, and every time had been met with this strange giddy feeling in his chest. though it was rare, he knew that feeling.

but the one he felt right now was so, so, different. when the door clicked shut behind you, it felt like a piece of him had up and left along with you. the very reason that he had accelerated things so far in your relationship was because of how right things felt with you. the slightest graze of your fingertips across his chest didn't light any fireworks in his mind, but it's like warmth perforated his skin and was injected straight into him from you.

truth be told, that feeling was the most addicting he had ever felt. and when he heard that air of finality right after the door shut behind you, it didn't take long for denji to realise just how cold everything felt without you.

but he still liked makima, right?

that giddy feeling in his chest he got from her was enough to fill the you-shaped hole, right?

you not talking to him wasn't what made his heart hurt, right?

he only realised just how wrong he had it when he talked to makima for the fourth time ever. she had turned in her seat, even smiling at him and asking for a pen, and all that came to mind was how much he missed your smile.

hell, he missed everything. the sound of your laugh, the smell of your hair. the way you fit against him and said his name. and that's when he realised this you-related feeling was.

longing.

there was a knock on your door. and another. you groaned, rolling over to check the time to see that it was three in the morning.

by the time you had cracked your door open you saw a flash of blond hair and a face all-too-familiar, you knew it was too late to slam your door shut. denji's face perked up, and you already knew that you were done for.

he lifted his hand, revealing a pretty albeit crumpled bouquet of flowers. you almost giggled to yourself, guessing that the mastermind of that romantic gesture was most likely denji's roommate aki. but it was appreciated, nonetheless.

"what do you want, denji?" you were painfully aware of just how much of a mess you looked right now- eyes still red around the rim from how many self-pitying tears you had shed over this entire situation.

denji's mouth and opened and closed, and you sighed against your barely open door which still had a chain on it.

"i'm not in the mood, denji."

"no, no, it's just that i wanted to say that i've finally figured out what we are." it appears tgat your friend finally found his voice. you looked him in the eye again, trying not to let the hope in your heart build itself too high. "we're way more than friends, y/n."

you felt any resistance crumble at those words, and the sheepish smile on your face grew.

"so, can i come in?" you smiled at denji, shutting your door to undo the latch before opening it again, wide enough to let him back in to your life. consider him a weakness of yours.

the first thing denji did when he crossed the threshold of your door was wrap his arms around you, dried tears and crumpled flowers and all, and bury his face in your hair. the only words he had to offer was a mumbled i miss you into your skin, and you felt your body melt against him like it had so many times before.

when you finally broke apart, you couldn't help but wonder.

"so, what are the flowers for denji?" the boy before you blushed, his eyes flitting off to the side. he raised a hand to the back of his neck, taking a breath to summon some courage.

"i was hoping... that i could take you out on a date. or be your boyfriend. something like that."

"what?" denji was still bright red, though his eyes were locked onto yours.

"you heard me." you smiled once again, taking a step forwards and effectively closing the distance between you two.

"i would love to."

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[silversatoru]

megumi + gaslighting / iq reduction

pls mr fushiguro, undermine my intelligence every day, purposely keep me unstimulated until im ur dumb, dependent plaything ❤️

a present for you when you get off the plane <3 i took a slightly diff approach to this and i know ur degree is very much not related to science but science is all i know,, so idk,, pretend u were a bio major or something for the sake of this fic okay

megumi + gaslighting/iq reduction

tw: nsfw 18+, f!reader, college-student!reader x professor!megumi, dark content, gaslighting, heavy manipulation, iq reduction, dumbification, slight misogyny?

wc: 1.3k

you still remember the first day of mr. fushiguro’s class, and the way he seemed to pick on you of all people — the way he asked you to stay after class and immediately offered you a position on his team of research students. you remember questioning why he chose you instead of someone else, to which he affirmed that no one had quite the credentials that you did. and you were left wondering how he could possibly judge that on the very first day of classes.

you still remember the first time you showed up to the lab for said research group, the straps of your bag clutched nervously in your clammy palms. mr. fushiguro was a young but incredibly esteemed professor, and this was going to look great on your transcript, so you were nothing but a ball of excited jitters. and you were smart! you knew you’d be an excellent addiction to this team of students, and you were grateful for the opportunity.

or so you thought; but it quickly became apparent that you weren’t nearly as prepared as you thought you were. it seemed like everything you did was wrong — all of your experiment results were compromised, lacked accuracy, and were always rejected. it seemed like all the other students were excelling, and mr. fushiguro loved them — but he was always so frustrated with you.

if only you knew the frustration was a front. if only you realized that every experimental result you got was right, that every answer and every theory you came up with was painfully accurate. if only you knew that your struggles were entirely fabricated by mr. fushiguro and his ulterior motives.

eventually he made the recommendation that you do some remediation with him — a few one-on-one sessions to help sharpen your skills so you can contribute more to his research. so of course you said yes! because you wanted nothing more than to be helpful and you couldn’t understand what you were doing wrong.

so you attended the tutor sessions with your dark-haired professor; but they were less about learning and more about brutal criticism of your skills. mr. fushiguro berated and insulted your intelligence several times, making you falter at his words and wonder what you ever did to deserve to be involved in his research project in the first place.

“i just don’t think you’re cut out for this, ms. l/n”.

maybe you really weren’t cut out for this.

“your lack of skills has surprised me, i can’t say i’m not disappointed in your performance so far”.

you were disappointed in yourself too.

“you’ll have to put in a lot of extra work if you want to stay on the team”.

you’d do whatever it took.

you were always bright, always excelled in your science-related classes, so what was happening to you? why were you the weak link of his research group? why were you on the verge of failing his class? why was everything suddenly so hard?

you didn’t mean to break down in front of him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you choked back sobs and hid your face behind your hands. it’d been building up for a while now: your frustration, your sudden lack of self-confidence, your feelings of inadequacy; they were all overflowing. but mr. fushiguro showed you zero sympathy, staring down at you with icy eyes and not a shred of mercy. you were exactly where he wanted you, and he was about to seal the deal.

“i really expected more from you”

those were the words that broke you in half, your fear of failure becoming all to real in that moment. but his next words halted your tears and created a small shred of hope in your despair.

“but i do want to help you. my door is open to you anytime. i have practice questions and study methods that i’m happy to share with you”.

and so here you were, anxiously sitting at his kitchen table trying to solve a few problems that he’d given you to practice. but you couldn’t seem to figure them out no matter how hard you tried — brain frying as you tried and failed over and over.

but it was all exactly as it was supposed to be — the problems were never solvable in the first place — there were no right answers — they were simply meant to melt your little brain.

you came back to his house time and time again, and each study session was worse than the last. you were never able to figure anything out on your own, you always needed his help, you couldn’t do anything without him.

it was no shocker when you began to admire him, depend on him, feel like you couldn’t do any schoolwork on your own. his months of manipulation were finally paying off, you were finally a dumb little thing who had no self confidence and who was constantly begging for his help. and he was happy to provide that for you, but you were going to have to start making it worth his time — his expert help doesn’t come for free.

you’re not sure what possessed you to agree, to have his cock lodged in the back of your throat while he groaned and leaned back in his seat — but you needed his help, this was just a small price to pay. you’d bob your head and choke on his tip as it pressed into your esophagus as if your future depended on it, because at this point, it kind of did.

but the prices kept getting steeper; eventually a quick blow wasn’t enough to appease mr. fushiguro. he wanted more. if you wanted to keep his help you needed to be face down and bent over his kitchen table — and so that’s exactly what you did.

brain foggy and knees aching your sweaty fingers grasped at the smooth table top as he took you from behind. his strained cock dragged against your sopping walls, your ass nearly bruising from how hard he was fucking himself into you. whimpers and moans overflowed from your lips as your bare tits pressed into empty worksheets — the two of you had completely glossed over the “studying” portion of your night tonight, skipping right to your payment.

you could barely even think straight, your head spinning with endorphins as you cried out in response to the tip of his cock kissing against your cervix. his fingers dug into the sides of your hips, pressing little red circles into your skin from how hard he grasped at you. your were shaking, your entire body pulsing with bliss each time he thrusted up into your cunt.

he was so happy with himself, balls deep inside one of the smartest students who had ever graced his classroom. he’d taken a girl with so much potential it was sickening, and convinced her that she was worthless, reduced her to a less than average student who was desperate enough to take her professor’s cock in exchange for better grades. you were pathetic, embarrassing even, laying here on your stomach and babbling complete nonsense while he filled you up.

all it took was patience and a sprinkle of manipulation to get you like this. to make you a dumb little fuck toy who came to his house several times a week under the guise of getting help with class work.

and he’d keep this up until you could barely even think for yourself — reducing you to a brainless little pet who deserves to be stuffed with cum and nothing else.

you didn’t belong in STEM, you didn’t belong in a university in general — you belonged right here on his kitchen table, your face sitting in a puddle of your own drool.

you were stupid, or at least he convinced you that you were so much so that you actually became it.

[myblueeyedbuggers]

My Boys

Chapter 10

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:1843

Warnings: Slow Start, Language.

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change.

Annnddd I’m back! so I know it’s been a while since the last update and I just wanna thank you all for having patience with me while I finished up with college, just a warning this chapter may feel a little awkward to read due to me just getting back into my writing mind so apologises in advance for this one. Anyways I’ll quit blabbering, Enjoy everyone! :)

This was my day of reckoning, my punishment for all the bad deeds I’d done over the past couple of years…I was finally being sent to school. Okay maybe that was a tad dramatic, but can you blame me? I mean who wants to be trapped in a building against their will for 7 hours straight learning about dead guys?! No sane person would willingly agree to that crap!

I’ve tried just about everything to avoid my approaching doom, hell I even went as far as hiding in the basement surrounded by cobwebs to try and get out of this, but as per usual neither Steve or Bucky took mercy on me, hence why in currently trapped between the two. “You are aware I’m perfectly capable of walkin’ by myself aren’t ya? The looping of the arms is not needed boys” I swear down these two are being more annoying than usual, and I didn’t think that was humanly possible cause these two are basically the living embodiment of annoyance. Steve turned and raised his eyebrows at me, shaking his head as he let out a small laugh, “Yeah there’s absolutely no way I’m fallin’ for that again, last time that happened it look me and Buck an hour to get you outta that tree”. Ah crap there goes that plan.

I’m pretty sure the noise I made wasn’t even human, it was a mix between a seal and a possessed monkey “I’m not gonna get outta this am I?” “Nope” and que another frustrated groan. “Is this payback for the time I placed that bucket of flour above your bedroom door and watched the both of you turn into ghosts? If it is then I want you to know I regret nothin’” both of them stopped and glared at me, for some reason they didn’t find that as funny as I did, and I have no idea why. Okay whatever you do y/n don’t laugh, even if Steve’s face looks like a slapped arse don’t laugh! A snicker slipped past my lips and a few seconds later I was full on laughin’.  Goddamn it.

Both of em just let out a bunch of sighs and started draggin’ my butt along the street, wait there’s somethin’ I haven’t tried yet…in hindsight this is completely stupid but screw it. “OH MY GOD LOOK A SPACESHIP!” I’m pretty sure poor Bucky jumped outta his skin, Steve ended up trippin’ up and falling down, I’ll admit that I felt bad about but hey may plan worked! So why am I still standin’ there?… maybe we try this thing called running y/n! I quickly pulled my arm away from Bucky and used my new-found freedom to run in the opposite direction of them, I could hear the shouts of protest from the both of them, so I decided to kindly ignore them and absolutely leg it.  “GODAMMN IT Y/N! THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MORNIN’!” when were the boys gonna catch on that I didn’t wanna go? Do I need to prepare a firework show and blast it in their faces or somethin’…probably.  

I know I probably shouldn’t be smiling, but the feeling of the wind flowing through my hair as my feet hit the ground made me feel free, after so many years I could finally begin acting my age and enjoy my childhood. I finally felt content with my life, which is probably the opposite of what I should be feeling at this moment in time, considering I was currently making my grand escape. And to completely honest I’ve got no bloody clue as to where I am. I glanced behind me to see where the hell those idiots were, to my surprise Steve was directly behind me, Buck was somewhere in the back holdin’ his knee and I’m guessing the daft sod decked it. Why am I not surprised? Okay maybe I should of kept my mouth shut cause literally a second later my foot tripped over a rock and, you guessed correctly, I landed on my ass for the thousandth time!

“Sh*t! Cr*p! B*lls! That f**king hurt!” and that ladies and gentlemen is my fine command of the queens English, a groan of pain made me loose my train of thought as I turned my head to Steve, to put it simply he was laid flat on his back with his eye closed. Well there’s the rush of guilt I’ve been waiting for, “Sh*t Steve I’m sorry, you okay down there tough guy?” I quickly offered him my hand to help him up, I mean it’s the least I could do. Steve’s hand grabbed mine, a not so quiet grunt of pain made me feel even worse, quick question why am I such an assh*le at times? “Yeah, I’m fine y/n, don’t worry about it you know for a fact I’ve had worse” a quiet sigh left my lips as I brought him in for a hug, which was a tiny bit awkward due to the height difference. Once we pulled away from each other, I couldn’t supress the need to check him for anymore injuries, much to Steve’s embarrassment and Bucky’s amusement, “Jesus I’m gonna have to start wrapping ya up in blankets and pillows, Steve how the hell did you manage to get a bruise on your ear?!”

The sudden gasp behind me pretty much answered the question for me, it’s safe to say barney boy is in trouble…for the first in my life Bucky looks pretty f**king terrified of me, perfect. Slowly I started inching towards him, the glare I was sending him would probably make a demon cry for his mum…so yeah imma go kill the boy. I didn’t even have to say anything, he just started runnin’, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE STOLE MY FR**KING PUDDIN’ AND THE PUNK KNOWS I LOVE MY PUDDIN!’” YEP DEFINITELY KILLIN’ HIM “HE IS A SMALL AND GENTLE BOY HOW IN THE NAME OF HELL CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYIN’ A HAND ON ‘IM?!” god this sounds like a bleeding soap opera.

 At this point I wouldn’t be surprised of someone called the cops on us, all everyone woulda seen was a big lad runnin’ for his life as a small lass tried to murder him while a smaller lad ran after the pair yellin’ for em to quit it.  Now that I think about, that’s actually hilarious. Wait, where was I? ah yes the murdering of one James Barnes…okay that is not a normal sentence I am aware. “HE.STOLE.MY.PUDDIN’! THAT A CRIME WORTHY OF DEATH!” oh for f**ksake “HOW THE HELL DO YA KNOW IT WAS HIM?! DID YOU NOT THINK IT COULDA BE BECCA?!” I think he made a sudden realisation, cause the dumbass stopped running and BOOM I was on the freakin’ floor. Again. We both groaned, mine was mostly in annoyance more than anything, but seriously the bloody floor is quickly becoming me best mate! “…. It just dawned on me that that could be a possibility…” if my neck twisted any quicker I’m 100% sure that I’d end up doin’ that weird owl thing “Oh now you realise?! Ya gonna say sorry to Steve or not?” a few seconds of silence gave me my answer. “Don’t give me that look y/n! I ain’t doing s**t till I’ve got some evidence so he’s still under my list of suspects!” oh my Jesus Christ this is gonna be the day I get arrested for murder isn’t it?

“Barnaby…you have exactly five seconds to run for your life so I highly recommend you get your affairs in order and kiss ya ass goodbye” oh hey look at that I didn’t yell at him! Well done me I’m so proud! “could you two quit trying to kill each other for 5 minutes?! We’re already late enough as is it and I ain’t explainin’ to the teacher why Buck’s outta it on the floor!” my f**kin god Steve just yelled! At me! why do I never have a camera when this s**t happens?  “Jeez, alright I’ll murder him later, calm your damn t*ts Rogers” and cue the sound of barely contained frustration in 3,2,1….

“I’m beginning to get the feelin’ that you don’t like me y/n” oh really? I wonder what gave that away “wow you catch on quickly don’t ya Barnaby?” by the looks of things I’m really doing wonders for his ego, buck’s head looks like it’s gotten smaller so the risk of him turning into a hot air balloon’s gone down. The feeling of a pair of eyes glaring at the back of my head once again reminded me that the blonde boy was quickly getting tired of our crap, my worst fears were confirmed once I met Steve’s surprisingly intimidating glare…how he manages to be both adorable and beyond f**king terrifying is a mystery to me. “Okay I’m comin’ just stop staring at me like I just murdered your kitten!” and the little s**t has the nerve to smirk and look pleased with himself, ugh he’s been hanging ‘round me and Bucky too long that’s for sure.

“Ya know Buck and you are gonna be the death of me” right do I be offended or pleased with that statement? “actually, if anything it’s gonna be the pair of you that send me to an early grave cause god knows the both of ya don’t know how to stay outta trouble” two muffled sounds of protest came from my left and from behind me, “what’s that supposed to mean?!” once again the point has been missed “do you really wanna know the answer to that? I’ve got my report and presentation ready on how you two are a pair of numpties”.

Maybe that was a tad harsh…okay wait never mind it seems I’ve learned how to fly again with the assistance of one James Buchannan Barnes. “this is coming from the girl who can’t walk five feet without fallin’ over somethin’?” as much as I hate to admit it the walking embodiment of frustration and annoyance has a point “what you call fallin’ I call floor hugs, now how about you pUT ME DOWN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” wait when did Steve walk off? See this is what happens when an overgrown ape demands attention. I don’t even have to look at Buck to know he’s givin’ me that look that says, “what the hell?” and “I’m not surprised by this” at the same time, “Nah I don’t think that’s gonna happen doll” the temptation to kick ‘im where the sun doesn’t shine is too much to bare for me at this point. “And you wonder why I love Steve more that you” Buck’s face kinda looked like someone just shoved a whole lemon in his mouth, I’m almost certain that he woulda dropped me on my ass if it wasn’t for the fact that Steve came over and dragged us both through the gates of hell.

This is gonna be so much fun!……said no-one ever.  

Okay…maybe it didn’t suck as much a thought it did, hopefully my skills as a writer will come back for the next couple of chapters XD Thanks for reading ! :)

Rose xxx

[gayregis]

what are your opinions on the rats? especially mistle and ciri.

incredibly good question thank you anon

i feel that the arc should be taken for what it is: an impressionable teenager who has lost everybody. i feel that it was a great way to take ciri’s character in. when we meet her, we have this prissy princess who has a strong personality but little to back it up because she’s just a child. then then experiences a horrible trauma, one that scars her for life. she could have perished, but she survives, and under the training from both of her parents, she matures and learns self-discipline. but then she loses everything, again. and this time, in constrast, she does not have anyone to rely upon and guide her. so, she buckles and becomes the opposite of what her parents guided her to be. lost and alone, she turns to the company of cruel banditry and adopts their ways of dealing with things. she uses the skills she learned to defend herself in attack against others. then, when she is confronted with evil, she turns from this self and tries to chase what she had learned in the beginning from her parents, and it’s left ambiguous as to if she ever achieved it again. 

it’s a fantastic concept of a character arc and i feel it goes under the radar because she is just a child in the beginning of it, so people mistake her as not being the focus of the series. but slowly, she gains agency in time of contempt, and then you realize that she really is the point of the series.

so, it’s a great concept. but how about how it was executed? i feel like it was done about 90% well, but there were parts that made me cringe. 

to begin with, let’s consider ciri’s character and how it is treated a little more:

ciri already exhibits many of the traits that came out in her during her time with the rats. when she meets geralt, she threatens to chop of his head. then in time of contempt, she has that vision in the korath desert about sending all of her loved ones to the gallows. i think there was good buildup to her being as horrible as we see her in the rats arc. 

not only her pieces in the story, but others speaking ABOUT her; triss in blood of elves having the vision where ciri is dubbed the elder blood, dandelion’s chapter prelude in time of contempt which is an excerpt from half a century of poetry where he says that she just looked like a regular girl, but no one could have ever predicted what she would bring upon them. 

and geralt and ciri having that argument in blood of elves when they disagree about the purpose of a sword. geralt sees it as a burden, because it was placed upon him without a choice as a child. it is something he carried out of obligation. ciri sees it as freedom because it is something she learned to make her feel strong and confident and to heal from her trauma at cintra. she sees it as the solution to her problems, revenge will solve everything. though we see her deviate from this mindset in time of contempt when she refuses to kill cahir in cold blood, it comes back to her in the form of plain all-out violence. 

it’s not revenge against just the black knight who has wronged her and haunted her nightmares, because he never existed. without someone to direct her anger to now, she is taking revenge out on THE WHOLE WORLD for hurting her. she explains so in tower of the swallow when she speaks with vysogota, that not only her parents who she had found and had a chance to love, but all of her ideals and values had abandoned her. it’s the perfect setup. she has clear character motivations. 

i used to be upset because i simplified this in my mind to being just sapkowski saying that revenge is bad and trauma makes you a bad person, but it’s really not that at all. instead, i feel like he is arguing that BLIND revenge on a person is a bad thing. cahir didn’t deserve death at thanedd, so ciri spared him in mercy which was good. she thought before she killed. but once she started taking her pain out on the world, the innocent, the scared just as she was, that was wrong. trauma didn’t make her into a bad person, she just fell into bad ways because she was experiencing such a harsh life and was surrounded by bad influences. in the end, you get to decide if she ever became a better person after this and healed/redeemed herself. 

so the fact that the rats existed is good. it helps ciri develop as a character.

something that makes me cringe is how ciri/mistle was treated. i read in an interview that was translated on reddit that sapkowski wanted to invert the trope of the princess/Really Important Superpower Girl always falling in love with a knight/a bunch of male love interests, so he said, surprise, she’s a lesbian. this i think is a really good idea, as a lesbian i support this and think it is a good inversion of the stale trope. what i do not appreciate is almost everything about how it was handled.

for starters, let’s think about mistle’s character. she used to be a noble, but then became a bandit so she could continue to live a life of luxury. what? that is a very poor representation of why crime happens. the rats pretty much all follow this idea of robbing so they can have a little luxury, which is... just a little illogical. i much more appreciate what he did with angouleme’s character, where she and her fellow orphans became bandits out of necessity because they were escaping from evil and needed to survive, and then faced many hardships. i think it was meant to be this way though, because the rats are pretty much meant to be really dislikable and have few redeeming qualities.

i don’t think the way ciri joins the rats is horrible, i think it was one of her lowest points, and it makes sense for her to be at her lowest, most desperate point when she, a former princess, joins banditry. but ok. im gonna talk about the thing that no one ever wants to talk about

why did there have to be a r*pe scene, sapkowski??? why????? this was so unnecessary and stupid and out of place! ciri is like 15 here too! it’s just like ughhhh... i get that it was intended to be more trauma for ciri (because she totally doesn’t have enough of that already /sarcasm) but it was really... just gross to read... even as a 17 yo reading it, i felt gross and skipped a lot. i feel like sapkowski wanted to create very unredeemable characters, and he succeeded with this, but it was just a little much. but more importantly, this sets ciri and mistle’s relationship up to be horrifically unhealthy. 

and when i think about that interview i read where he said he wanted to invert the tropes and make ciri a lesbian, this is what hurts, because he could have actually had her have a healthy lesbian relationship, but instead the lesbian relationship was predatory and gross, and even more, the only time we see her in love with a woman is during this arc. this arc, when she is not only misguided and impressionable, but cruel, vicious, and being a horrible person. then it’s suggested she begins to like the knights that sapkowski was supposedly trying to not make her fall in love with (this is why the interview confuses me) in lady of the lake when she admires cahir’s eyes and has that awkward run-in with galahad (and in something ends, something begins when she fights alongside galahad and sits next to him at the wedding feast, etc). in the end, it doesn’t come off as bisexuality, instead it just comes off as “when you’re evil and killing people, you are a nasty lesbian,” and “when you are smart and have redeemed yourself to fight for the forces of good, you fall in love with men.” it’s weird how the only time she is in love with a woman is when she is in her “rebellious teenager phase,” it sounds like when some women say, “i was a lesbian in high school/college.” it doesn’t help that practically the only other lesbian in the series is philippa eilhart, who devoted her time to trying to abduct ciri away from her parents so she could use her as a political pawn. so yeah, it’s horrible representation. the OTHER thing i hate is that the gender non-conforming lesbian, mistle, is like the evil one who kills and r*pes. like, seriously? what could have been done to make this better would be to have other highly-coded lesbian characters (cough, cough... milva barring... cough) be butch lesbians, to show representation that isn’t wholly violent. it’s also because mistle is the one that initiates the relationship with ciri, that mistle is the homophobic ‘predatory lesbian’ trope who ‘turned ciri lesbian’ lol. it’s pretty fucked up.

what could have been done to make it better would be to just make ciri have a consentful relationship with mistle (and lower their age gap, i think mistle is around 19???) and for ciri to have feelings for other women or admire women’s looks outside of this time of her life. i think it was a nice/funny touch when she was stunned by margarita laux-antille’s body in time of contempt, but i am wary of this too because i don’t know if sapkowski’s intention here was to just say that margarita was sexy or that ciri was a gay child lol.

i feel like mistle sexually assaulting ciri was a later addition to the story, because they interact pretty healthily otherwise? it doesn’t seem like mistle is overly manipulating ciri in like, any other scene. in something ends, something begins, ciri speaks of her in tones of respect and like, wanting revenge because she loved her, and in the saga she wants revenge for all the rats but specifically for mistle. it’s just super weird to have what started their relationship be sexual assault, because it just makes the whole thing rotten. 

i feel the rats overall got very little development and time as characters, which is probably for the best because they really can be summarized with ease as bad influences to ciri, there’s not much else needed to elaborate upon. i don’t feel mad about not getting a lot of time with the rats. baptism of fire largely follows geralt and the company he is accruing, who actually have like, backstories and drama and things. 

as for the rats’ deaths, this is a parallel between ciri and geralt. when the rats died *, i knew that the hansa was fated to die, as well. geralt and ciri both lose their companies that influenced them heavily in contrasting manners (geralt became a better person and let people into his life and took responsibility, ciri absorbed cruelty and violent ways of venting her aggression and feelings of being wronged). sapkowski went total gore-filled anime scene when depicting their deaths, and really set up bonhart as the absolute vilest antagonist. of course it was horrific, this is an adult’s fantasy series after all, and even though it was nauseating to read, i don’t think they could have died in any other way. they did not have noble deaths, for they were not noble people. and sapkowski depicted violent death in a very realistic way, that is what slaughter is like.

i think ciri mourning the rats even though they were bad people is appropriate. just because they were bad people and influenced her in bad ways does not necessarily mean that she realizes this and views them poorly. if you read her statement to vysogota in time of contempt about when all her values failed her but she found support in the most surprising of places, it makes sense that she would care for them even if they were horrible.

* even though it was already insinuated to me that the hansa would die because i just began blood & wine when i started to read the witcher books (i mean, milva and cahir are not mentioned by geralt & regis within the beginning scenes of blood & wine (i had yet to meet angouleme in tos) so it is suggested that they died). 

TLDR: remove the r*pe scene and it’s fine...?

an afterthought and footnote: that scene with hotspurn was NOT necessary. or more specifically, the idea that a 15/16 yo girl could catch feelings for some 30-yo man and have those feelings deeply and explicitly elaborated upon is really stupid, but more importantly, out of place in the narrative, it was completely useless. it’s creepy and gross. 

[supercorpandbeyond]

Lena and the Black Mercy (a one shot)

PLEASE NOTE

Lena is a werewolf in this world. At a young age she was experimented on by Lionel. Recently Shes been told Kara was going to most likely not make it after a Kryptonite explosion. Hurt and in grief, Lena runs to Lexes old lab and pulls the black mercy on herself.

If kara doesn’t live she doesn’t want to live without her. This is after she wakes up. I need help deciding whether or not Kara should pull her out or they should die together.

———————

Lena opened her eyes before frowning. She was expecting to see her birth mother. She was quite excited about it.

But instead? She was facing the Luthor mansion.

“Lena! There you were! Mom was worried about how you ran off like that!” At the voice Lena flinched whirling to see Lex, as a 12 year old running towards her. It was then Lena glanced down at herself to see… she was a kid. Huh. She had not expected that at all.

“Mom was worried?” Lena asked uncertainly as the Lex with scruffy hair grinned at her.

“Of course Lena! I know this might be hard for you, given your new; but I promise you’ll love it here. Okay, Ace?” He questioned.

Tears nearly welled up at the old, old nickname and Lena gave a nod as her brother held out his hand.

“I’ll be here for you every step of the way.” He said grinning.

Lena took her big brothers hand. It’s not what she expected, but she would take it.

—

“Calm down darling, you only have some sauce on your face.” Lena gave a shy smile as Lillian had reached towards her during dinner. But instead of hard fists, the mother gently wiped her daughters face with a gentle napkin.

“There we go, honey.” Lillian looked with such adoration at Lena, Lena felt so… loved.

“I’m sorry Miss. Luthor.” Lena murmured bashfully and Lillian only shook her head.

“For the last time, you can call me mom.”

And she did.

—

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” Lena grunted roughly as she had just practically been shoved over.

“Oh! Hi! I’m- im so sorry! I didn’t! I didn’t see you there!”

It was the second day of middle school but Lena would recognize that voice anywhere. Kara. As Lena looked up with anxious eyes, she found the face of her mate staring back at her. I finally found you. Lena thought to herself.

“Uh, are you okay? You’re crying.” The blonde pointed out to which Lena quickly wiped her tears away with a small laugh.

“No, no, it’s okay. Just from surprise that’s all.”

“I’ll walk you to the nurses. What’s your name?” The blonde asked holding out a hand as Lena took it with a smile.

“Lena Luthor. And yours?”

“Kara Danvers.”

I’m gonna marry you someday, Kara Zor-El.

——

“I’m sorry we kept this secret from you for so long Lena, but I was afraid. What I wanted to talk to you about was that… you, Lena Luthor, are a werewolf.”

Lionels words came out with concern and careful choosing, and Lena couldn’t help but feel her heart break.

This was supposed to be the happiest timeline.

“Are- are you gonna experiment on me?” She whimpered out sadly.

A sudden booming hearty laugh caused her to glance up out of surprise before Lionel shook his head and gently roughed up his daughters hair.

“Of course not, sweetie. Why would we ever do that? Werewolves are special, and so are you. I’m having an old friend come over to help you on this journey… since I can’t. I love you Lena.”

And it was.

——

“C'mon Ace! Gonna be late to the fireworks show!” Lex’s excited voice called out and Lena rolled her eyes at her older brothers antics. He was 22 and still acted like a child.

“Hold on, I’m calling Kara to tell her to meet us there!” She yelled back in response.

“-So you’ll be there?”

“Of course I will! See you in ten!” Kara’s response came and Lena chuckled. Her alien teenage girlfriend could get her in five if she wanted but of course liked to appear normal.

Lena walked out, texting her when suddenly she was hit with a spray of water and gasped.

She looked up to see Lex, with a devious grin on his face.

“Haha! I totally got you!” Lena suddenly smirked dropping her phone and lunged, shifting midair to tackle her brother and licked him with slobbery kisses to which he protested.

“Lena dear, please don’t shift out in the open, love.” Came Lillian’s soft voice although she was amused at the sight before her.

Lena jumped off her brother who was no longer as excited as earlier.

She raced in the house and quickly shifted and changed before walking back out, this time to see Kara, conversing with her father. At the sight, Lena perked you immediately running and to tackle hug her girlfriend. Who of course heard her in advance and whipped her head around to race towards lena as they met in the middle, Kara picking Lena up and spinning her around.

“I missed you.” Lena whispered as she was set down. Kara grinned and leaned in so their foreheads were touching.

“I missed you too.” Kara murmured back.

“Get a room, love birds!” Lex called out behind them but Lena merely leaned in further, catching her girlfriend for a kiss.

A sudden blast of water caught them off guard as they pulled apart, gasping to look up and see Lex as the culprint. This time before Lena could do anything Kara had used her super speed to grab the soaker and soak him right back and yelped.

“Nice one Kara.” Lionel spoke up as he watched what he knew would be his daughter in law soon. Kara only chuckled.

“Thank you Mr. Luthor.”

“Please, call me Lionel.”

The rest of the night was fun and shenanigans, but most importantly. It was family.

——

“I’m nervous.” Lena said pacing… well, nervously. They were in college now, just graduated actually.

“Kid. You’ll be fine. Okay? Just don’t worry about it. Kara looks at you like you hung the stars.” Alex said waving the Luthor off.

“More like you’re her sun.” Sam commented from besides Alex who chuckled.

“Nice one, honey,” and Sam grinned before capturing the older Danvers lips in a brief kiss.

“Don’t worry Aunt Lena. It will work out.” Ruby suddenly pipped up from the couch with some sort of grin like she knew something.

“Thanks Ruby.”

Before Lena could say anything else, there was a knock on the door and Lena opened it to see Kara. Lena let out a quiet gasp at how gorgeous she looked. She had really dressed up.

“You ready, m’lady?” Kara said in a goofy voice and Lena fondly rolled her eyes at her girlfriend of several years.

“Ready when you are, babe.” Lena retorted with a grin but took her arm that was held out for her.

They ended up going to some fancy restaurant, then Kara flew them to an amazing hillside where there was a treehouse and a picnic down below set up.

As they were eating, suddenly Kara spoke up.

“Lena Kieran Luthor. When I met you I nearly plowed you over because I was so excited there was mozzarella sticks in the cafeteria. I wouldn’t trade being late for lunch that day for anything.”

Lena chuckled fondly at the memory and grinned.

“Even if it cost you your mozzarella sticks?” She teased poking the Kryptonian in the side. Kara chuckled lightly and shook her head.

“Especially if it costed me my mozzarella sticks.” Kara said before continuing on.

As she got further in her speech, Lena suddenly had an epiphany, but by the time she had she found Kara looking at her with bright eyes, getting down on one knee.

“Lena Keiran Luthor, will you make me the luckiest woman infinity and beyond and marry me?!” Lena couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped between her sobs.

Of course she would make a Disney reference while proposing. Instead of answering Lena smiled pulling out a container of her own causing Kara to look on confusion but then Lena got on one knee herself,

“Only if you, my silly Kryptonian, Kara Zor-El, will marry me.” Inside the container wasn’t a ring. But a bracelet.

And the Luthor kept her promise to herself all those years ago and married her.

——

Lena frowned as she looked around for her mate at the Luthor house.

Finally deciding to check her childhood room she opened the door to find Kara, seemingly slightly dazed

“Kara! Love! There you are? What took you so long silly?” Lena said leaning against the doorframe with amusement at her wife.

“I said earlier you don’t have to be afraid of my parents anymore, we’re already married love.” Lena giggled holding up her hand to show off the ring.

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Ishimondoweek2019 (Day 4)

November 6th: (107 - Kinky Au) Kiyotaka wants to spice up his sex life with Mondo.So one day when Mondo was out of the house Kiyotaka goes on a kinky shopping spree buying Lingerie, toys, Handcuffs, rope, gag, blindfold, collar / leash, whip, anything he could So his Mondo gets home he is shocked to see Kiyotaka dressed in leather and lace with some high heeled boots on holding a whip calling him over to the bedroom.Mondo doesn’t know if he should be scared or aroused but he’s kinda both.

(im so sorry this is so late, it turned out longer than i wanted it to go and i was sick with a stomach virus for 2 days :( but i should be able to get the others out as well! but they will be done!

Mondo didn’t really know what to do in awkward situations. Despite his entire life being one, this was an entirely different, new, awkward moment of his young life. Being 24 you would have thought he’d done it all. Actually… no, he hadn’t. In fact he never was prepared for something as intense as this moment but here he was. Watching as his best friend, former best friend now turned something more prance around dressed in lace underwear and high heeled boots up to his knees. A whip held tightly in his hands though hes sure it wont actually be used for anything other than show. After meeting up again after 5 years of college things kind of escalated to the point of no return. A boiling point that even Mondo didn’t know existed. From friends to lovers, it happened so quickly. This wasn’t their first time, but it was a time he wouldn’t quite forget. He gave a gentle click of his tongue and tilted his head to the side as he watched hips move back and forth, slowly and uncoordinated.

“Ya know, you don’t gotta do it if yer embarrassed or notin’...”

“But I want to pleasure you. I would like for you to watch me and enjoy.”

“Well… yeah but, ya seem kinda...erm...awkward?”

“Does it make you… feel awkward as well, Oowada-Kun? Would you like me to cease my movements?”

“N-No! I mean, fuck, it does make me feel fuckin’ weird but not in a bad way! Ya know?!”

“Then… should I continue…?”

“S-Sure...”

Kiyotaka smiled shyly and walked over with a gentle prod to Mondo. Pale arms wrapped around a tan strong neck, a low heavy sigh left his mouth as his lips dragged over his boyfriends ear. Both now so much more mature than when they were in high school Mondo felt his body burn bright at the sudden touches. The quiet whispers echoing into his frame made it shiver and hands reached up to grab at wide hips. Tugging gently at the lingerie it felt less weird having something to grip onto. Its strange in a sense, he thought he would be doing this with a girl but again here he is a man. Not only a man but someone he has considered to be someone he couldn’t imagine life without. He closed his eyes and soft lips graced his eyelids. Kissing his nose until both of their lips connected together. Like fire it ignited deep within them. Kiyotaka slid into his lap and laughed nervously.

“I’d never thought I’d see the day were you got this flustered over someone like me Oowada-Kun, not even in my dreams. Hahaha...It actually makes me quiet nervous!”

Mondo couldn’t help but chuckle himself at the thought of being this, rough and tough guy who had no worries at all when it came to sex. In fact he wanted to know this version of himself his friend so vividly imagined him as. Kiyotaka said he’d always figured he’d have loads of women on his arms, so many he would lose count. He said he had been handsome since high school but had grown so much more into himself. Complemented on his hair, how it was much cuter short and not in that ridiculous pompadour. A million times he had said things and a million more but never so much about what he originally thought he would be like in bed.  

“So, what did ya expect me ‘ta be like?” Leaning back on his hands he eyed the other up and down looking for an expression to read and damn if Kiyotaka wasn’t an open book. It was written all over his face how he felt about the situation but he was going to milk it for all he could.

“I-I don’t know how to explain that Oowada-Kun…! It is quite embarrassing to explain such a thing.” Watching as Kiyotaka licked his lips, his brows furrowing while he tried to form his thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I suppose...I had always pictured you as a rather confident individual! I thought perhaps you would end up taking the reigns so to speak! That...even though you had never experienced anything with a man beforehand, that you would be more versed in such activities!” He paused again, face turning and even darker shade of red against his skin. “I also must admit that...I wondered if you would be a rough man, Oowada-Kun...and you did not disappoint in the slightest...”

As the words echo in his empty, lust filled skull it rattled around in there for a little while before it finally caught up with him. He blushed heavily, scratching the back of his neck as the volume began to raise in his throat. “THAT’S OK YA KNOW?! KNOWIN’ YA THOUGHT BOUT ME BEFORE HAND S’ KINDA HOT!” his temper was through the roof but it only made the other gaze at him in what seeed stupor. He had to take a breath, play it cool so coughing into his hand he spoke again with a cracked voice. “I mean..s’ jus’ nice… knowin’ how ya feel, honestly I wish I’d known sooner, wouldn’t have had ta’ wait ta see this kinky side of yers.” he added with a nervous smile and sincerity in his eyes.

Although he was nervous, it helped seeing Kiyotaka in a similar situation. Both men were confident in their own  right, but when it came to romance and sex, they were also both equally helpless. Kiyotaka released an indignant huff, signaling his displeasure with the conversation at hand. “I have never experienced such urges before, so forgive me if I was unsure of how to act upon them!” Mondo’s comments were not helping his confidence in the slightest.

“M’ s’rry, s’rry really!” Mondo felt a bit nervous for making Kiyotaka a bit huffy with that kind of comment so he went back to what he figured would be best. Running his calloused fingers down his sides, across his thighs and down to his boots. Says “S’ cute...you wearin’ em’ like this. I was kinda worried ‘bout the whip though.” he listens as Kiyotaka’s loud booming laughter bubbles from his throat and tells him it was just a prop, he wouldn’t even know where to begin using it! But Mondo just huffs, “If ya would though, I don’t think I would mind much.”

The revelation made Kiyotaka’s skin burn, another more nervous laugh following suit. “I see...” He replied, one hand traveling down Mondo’s chest to the front of his pants. “Do you enjoy pain then, Oowada-Kun? It appears that you are more devious than I previously assumed as well? Shall I indulge you in your request?” With that, he lifted the handle of the whip to Mondo’s chin, his eyes piercing while he awaited an answer.

Mondo took a big gulp, watching the other with careful eyes, it was strange it was almost as if he put on a completely different manner. Fear trickled down with the sweat that followed it. His mouth too dry to say much of anything as he tried desperately to give the man his answer. There was something so sweet, yet deviously powerful about Kiyotaka that Mondo could never quite place though he supposed it didn’t matter at this moment. Despite the worry he felt the arousal was overflowing and he just muttered out a simple “Y-Yeah, sure.”

There was an air of hesitation in his voice that Kiyotaka could sense. He slid the leather object downward, silently pondering what he should do or say next. After all he wasn’t exactly an expert, he was mainly drifting on assumptions and the guise of being completely in control of his actions. “I would like a more immediate answer, Oowada-Kun. When I ask a question so graciously, I do expect a more formal response… is that clear?” He raised a hand, resting it on Mondo’s cheek gently. It had his heart racing, and there was the slightest flinch when he assumed Kiyotaka was going to hit him. His fight or flight intuition wanted to kick in, but he held it back, instead it only made him more excited. His dick throbbed with yearning just at the mere thought of Kiyotaka hitting him, and calling him things that would in any normal circumstance, end in the other person dead on the ground. 

“Yes...” It came out weak sounding and it made him bit his tongue, cursing. “Fuck yeah, Kiyo...mess me up!” He could tell that it struck a chord, Kiyotaka’s breath catching in his throat. There was a bit of a glint in his eyes before he pulled his hand back, connecting it once again with the flesh of Mondo’s cheek. There was a sharp, audible sound, the younger man moaning despite not being the one who was hit. There was a silence between them, the biker’s only thoughts wondering if he’d heard correctly when Kiyotaka moaned after hitting him. Those questions ran fast and wild in his head as he opened his mouth. It was hot, his skin was burning eve more so where he was slapped. The heat traveled to his groin and he let out a sound of approval.

“Go on...hit me again, harder Kiyo...” It was as if he was begging to be taken advantage of, in a strange turn of events there was  kink emerging that he never knew existed. Of course it would be the prefect who found out, and the only one to live after doing such a thing to him. But those words seemed to spur him on even further, Kiyotaka’s pale skin tinted a light pink from both arousal and exertion. He planted a hand down on the larger man’s chest, shoving him down to his mattress while his gaze became darker than before. 

Although he was the furthest from it, he looked like a predator, leaning down to kiss the man at his mercy below. “If that is what you wish, when who am I to deny such a request?” The phrase was breathed against them, punctuated with a sharp bite. It was surprising to have Kiyotaka let out such a furious chomp. It hit his chest, causing Mondo to grunt and grab his lover’s hair, tugging on it slightly. His heart swelled. It was so hot his head was spinning, seeing Kiyotaka take such a forward role got his blood pumping among other things.

“Damn, Kiyo—that’s too much! Fuck!” Mondo nearly hollered it, yet his protests fell on deaf ears. The younger man above only continued his assault, sighing against his lips. Hearing such a strong man begging while pinned below him was nearly too much on his own libido. Slim fingers released the whip, truthfully he preferred to use his own hands for things like this, it felt much more intimate to him. “How can it be too much when we have only just begun, Oowada-Kun?” He grabbed a pierced nipple, roughly twisting it as he spoke which caused Mondo to grit his teeth and hold his wrist still. “Fuck, it feels good…!” It was too intense, this was a completely different level that only as adults they could muster up the courage to do. He felt his body surge with need, breathing hard while Kiyotaka worked on his body, he knew all the right places to touch. It caused a grin to spread on his face as he twisted the piercing harder for emphasis. His breath caught watching his lover’s reactions and Mondo was hanging on by a thread, only moments away from begging him for more; he could hear it in his voice. He sat up once more, taking those calloused hands and placing them on his lace covered chest. “You have hardly managed to lay a finger on me...remember I did purchase these items for my enjoyment as well, indulge me if you will.” While honestly Mondo had forgotten about the outfit he was wearing, he hissed and stuttered out an apology. His heart was racing as he tried to control himself before he moved along too quickly. He gripped at Kiyotaka’s body, running his fingers up perky nipples. The underwear was soft and nice to the touch, the thought making him blush. It turned him on, seeing someone as straight laced as Kiyotaka writhe in pleasure, especially as a moan punctuated the air. The hips above began to move, the underwear doing no favors in hiding his arousal; the fact that the fabric was nearly sheer left nothing to the imagination. He arched his back, sighing out Mondo’s name softly as his nails began to dig into tan skin. He was still the one in control here, and he refused to allow Mondo the upper hand, pushing him back down to the bed. There was a soft “oof” that could be heard, Kiyotaka gazing down with a look that sucked his soul. “I gave you permission to touch, not control.” His hands moved for the pants which were obstructing him, tugging them down. The sight of Mondo’s bulge had him licking his lips before speaking again. “I am in control today, Oowda-Kun! And you will do as I say, or you will be punished...” The look in his eyes told Mondo that he meant business, that this was his night. The biker’s mouth went hot and dry, yet not dry enough that he couldn’t muster an answer. “Y-Yes, of course, Kiyo! Whatever you say!” And that utterance alone earned him another slap. “Do not refer to me so casually!” Was the response, Kiyotaka sighing to himself softly as he lowered his moth to the still clothed erection. He ran his tongue over Mondo’s boxers, refusing to break eye contact for even a second. It made his heart want to burst from his chest, watching him, hearing him, having Kiyotaka take control of him. He bit his bottom lip, asking cautiously what he would like to be called then? “Sir. I want to hear you say it, Oowada-Kun.” He smiled, but it was almost threatening. “You have never shown an authority figure any ounce of respect, have you?” Slowly, he peeled his boxers down, biting his lip as Mondo’s cock sprung from it’s confines. “This will be a new experience for you, a chance to learn...” Those words made him whine, the last thing the biker ever thought he’d be doing is taking orders from another man in frilly panties. Yet here he was, letting Kiyotaka suck his dick, tell him what to do, and all Mondo could do  was watch. He couldn’t even open his mouth without worry that he might do something to him—might as in he knows he won’t—but that not knowing was all the excitement he needed. His words caught in his throat, seemingly unable to fulfill even the most simple request. Hot air made his hips twitch, the younger man gleefully breathing against his arousal as some form of torture. A tongue peeked out, licking a slow line from base to tip before Kiyotaka spoke once more. “I am waiting, Oowada-Kun. I believe I made a request, and I do expect it to be followed before you are rewarded any further.” “No-No...” Mondo groaned out, fingers digging int the sheets below them. “No, sir...I’ve never not once bowed to someone.” His breath hitched each time Kiyotaka did something to make him shiver. It was too much, and he felt like he may finish right there. “Kiyotaka...show me what ya’ got...” The last sentence earned him, a harsh bite to the tip of his cock, Kiyotaka glaring him down. “I will ask you again not to use my given name so causally. I will look past it this once, however next time I will not be so forgiving.” And with that, he opened his mouth and swallowed the other man, holding his gag reflex as well as he could. When Kiyotaka first learned to suck him off it was a rough process, both men had to learn how to push their throats back just enough to be able to swallow the other. Even though Mondo was better at oral, the prefect gave a good battle.

He knows Kiyotaka was putting on a show but damn could he be a bit more gentle? Mondo grabbed him by the hair and yanked it upwards, body reeling from the pleasure given to him. “F-Fuck, s’rry… sir!” His voice raised a few octaves, as the other sucked hard and fast at his cock, taking in as much as he could despite the way he was acting he could see the slight tears at the corner of his eyes. The struggle to take him fully in. It made Mondo harder. He twitched in Kiyotaka’s mouth trying to hold back the urge to thrust. “Ha...haaa-- sir, I need ya, please!” He was always good at playing along, the other knew him all to well.

And as he’d only just begun to pleasure the other man, that loud request came, Kiyotaka pulled off with an audible popping noise. He huffed, eyes lidded and lips glistening with saliva and precum. He licked them, climbing on his lover to present himself. Slowly, the underwear was worked just below his own erection, a shuddering moan of relief escaping him. “Are you becoming impatient? I have never see you bend this quickly Oowada-Kun.”

“Wit you like this? How th’ hell am I not suppose ta!” Large hands snapped to Kiyotaka’s waist and gripped it hard, already moving his hips back and forth seeing his boyfriends erection out in the open was making his body react on its own. It wanted something, someone. He wanted Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Mouth hung open and drool seeped out of the corner as he was so close to just pounding into the other. “S’ like my entire body s’ on fire! Ya really know how ta’ work a man up!”

“Nnh...” The sound that erupted was one of both acknowledgment and pleasure, his nose wrinkling and brows furrowing tight at Mondo’s proclamation. He too had enough of this foreplay, of trying to get kinky with the carpenter below him. An intense glare came downwards, it was fierce, determined. “Oowada-Kun…prepare me, please...” Despite the politeness in nature, it still had some bite to it.

When Mondo heard that it was over, he twisted their bodies and pushed Kiyotaka into the bed. Quickly heading into his draw, he pulled out a bottle of lube they kept in there for special occasions. Pouring most of it out onto his fingers he threw the bottle somewhere carelessly and growled into the others ear. Pulling his panties to the side and quickly sliding two in, kissing him gently. “I love ya… Kiyo...” He had to make sure he took his time, he didn’t want to hurt the writhing man below him but he also couldn’t wait a second longer.

He couldn’t help but stare at Kiyotaka’s face longingly, the way his mouth hung open and his fingers pressed into his shoulder like its life depended on it. Moaning, asking for more without speaking any words. A loud moan tore itself from his throat, followed by soft fingers gently caressing his cheek. “I love you as well, Mondo-Kun...” the mere mention of his first name from Kiyotaka’s mouth was enough to send him into a frenzy, even more so when his boyfriend began thrusting back against his thick digits.

It drove him nuts, the way he was riding his fingers, the way he called his first name. The only time he ever calls it is in a super intimate moment, but hearing it always makes him want to groan with pleasure. There was just something about having such a polite and formal person, get a little to personal. Smirking just a bit he eyes his movements before giving him some friendly words of encouragement. “Ride em’ babe, like it was my dick. I wanna see what ya got. Show me that determination!” If Kiyotaka could act, so could he. He didnt’ want to be the only one to derive some satisfaction from acting a certain way.

Just like Kiyotaka had first envisioned, Mondo practically oozed confidence. The way he spoke was as lewd and straightforward as ever, his words seeming to have an effect on the man below as well. His hand shot forward, tangling in his hair to pull him into a lingering kiss, “Please...I would like to make love with you, Mondo-Kun…!” The words were shouted out of such desperation and arousal that there was no way he could possibly say no. Mondo felt his loin on fire, he pulled out his fingers, nibbling on the bottom of Kiyotaka’s lips.

“Whatever ya want babe.”

He whispered softly against them before he grabbed his own dick, gave a few quick tugs and ran it up and between his legs. Teasing, just barely pressing the tip inside, relishing in how Kiyotaka whined, nearly begging him to get inside him as he tried to force himself on his dick. It was one of those very actions that drove Kiyotaka to what he did. With a deep groan, he flipped their positions once again, chest heaving and red eyes full of irritation and need. “My patience is wearing thin, Mondo-Kun...forgive me…” The words were breathy, just a needy whisper in their small room, but it was enough for Mondo to get the point even more so when his lover took hold of his cock, slowly sliding himself down with a loud moan.

Mondo hisses and grips Kiyotaka’s thigh roughly, pursing his lips he watched as the other slowly slid down on his cock. It was kind of hot, seeing himself enter into the politician. The way he took control and Kiyotaka looks down at him with hazy eyes, boots clicking at Mondo’s own legs before Kiyotaka grunts and places both hands on his chest. Giving one hard long thrust, grinding himself deep into the dick below him. It was enough to make him shout a loud curse, his nails digging into pale thighs and his hips shaking with the effort to keep still for now. More than anything, Mondo wanted Kiyotaka to set his own pace. He always tried his best to be a little more gentle; but it always did seem to go out the window. Slowly at first, the younger man rolled his hips, loud moans punctuating each time Mondo entered him.

Mondo could barely contain the movement of his body, it was too much having that tight heat engulf him every time the perfect slammed down on his cock. It made his heart race, a deep growl emitted from his throat as he kept his eyes on only one thing, Kiyotaka. The way he arched, moaned, the way he tilted his head back just a bit and when he opened his misty, crying eyes to look at him Mondo nearly pounded his ass right there. He wanted to take him so hard, but again he wanted Kiyotaka to take his time so again with all his might he controlled his uncontrollable animal instincts.

“Mondo-Kun...touch me, please…!” The request was desperate, fingers curling into a tan chest while his hips moved at an even more erratic pace. Tears streamed down his face, his mouth hanging open in heavy breaths, the sight alone making Mondo unable to deny his plea. A rough hand gripped him, stroking Kiyotaka as rhythmically as he could while he was nearing his own climax. 

“Fuck, come fer me, babe...” His own voice was softer now, no longer shouting or begging, what started out as a rough night had turned into something more personal and passionate. Kiyotaka whined, thighs shaking and nose wrinkling as he called Mondo’s given name once more. It always seemed to happen in a flash, his back would arch like a bow right as his orgasm hit him. Beautiful was never a word he would use to describe the man above, but in moments like these he was the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Shit, Kiyo—haa...M’ gonna come…!” And that set him off like a trigger, Mondo’s hips pressing up until they were flush with Kiyotaka’s, holding him down against him as he finished inside. Usually he would at least make the effort to pull out beforehand, however in more intense circumstances it seemed near impossible to do. For Mondo it was almost like claiming his territory, although the thought was a bit ridiculous.

Their bodies seemed stuck to one another, both panting as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. Then, Kiyotaka slumped forward, his chest heaving from their activities. “Kyoudai...I do hate to disturb you after our intimacies, however I am afraid I am in urgent need of a thorough shower.”

And there he was, Kiyotaka’s usual personality making itself known and killing the mood as usual. “Ngh...can’t ya’ take it in the morning, or something’, babe? M’ kinda worn out myself.” But the look what was aimed at him said otherwise, Mondo sighing as he began to sit up. Damn, he was going to be sore in the morning.

A hand grabbed his wrist before he could completely stand up, his tired eyes looking towards piercing red ones. There was still a hint of blush on Kiyotaka’s cheeks, his lips pursed in a way meant he was on the verge of asking for something which may have otherwise been embarrassing. 

“If you do not mind, Mondo-Kun...I would very much like for you to join me!” The mood was back, a subdued grin spreading on his face. Maybe he did have a little romance in him after all. Mondo chuckled, reaching over to run a thumb along Kiyotaka’s cheek as he spoke. “Yeah...I think I’ll take you up on that.”

[viiolences]

     (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ     🍓 🌼 🍒     *     here  .  .  .  have  some  cute  emojis  to  pretend  tumblr  isn’t  an  absolute  hell  hole  rn  !!  my  name  is  vic  (  she  /  her  )  ,  i’m  nineteen  &  will  be  here  every  step  of  the  way  to  keysmash  in  ur  ims  .  .  .  please  bear  w/  me  .  im  tragically  unprepared  but  hit  the  lil  heart  &  i’ll  message  u  for  plots  !!

*     basics     ,  

name  :  viola  jane  soo  .

korean  name  :  soo  bora  .

age  :  twenty  four  .

gender  :  cis  female  .

sexuality  :  bisexual  .

occupation  :  director  /  screenwriter  .

height  :  160  cm  .

fc  :  im  nayeon  .

*     digging     deeper     ,

a  world  watched  cautiously  through  a  tinted  lens  ,  never  to  see  its  true  colors  ;  a  crashing  wave  of  reality  coming  in  to  soothe  a  hand  that’s  finally  been  let  go  of  ;  the  kiss  you  leave  on  a  stranger’s  lips  ,   begging  them  to  love  you  ,  at  least  until  sunrise  .

the  soos  live  in  the  prettiest  house  on  their  street  ,  oozing  a  studied  elegance  their  youngest  daughter  could  never  live  up  to  :  viola  was  clumsy  and  sweet  ,  would  cling  to  anyone  who’d  hold  her  hand  ,  forever  hungry  for  affection  .  but  neglected  children  don’t  wear  designer  dresses  ,  they  don’t  take  piano  lessons  every  saturday  ,  they  don’t  smile  this  bright  ---------  barely  saw  her  parents  growing  up  ,  left  at  the  mercy  of  her  siblings  ,  all  preoccupied  with  their  own  lives  ,  little  viola  would  spend  most  of  her  days  at  her  friends’  houses  ,  finding  a  shred  of  parental  love  in  their  families  .  

almost  too  soft  for  her  own  good  ,  walked  through  life  with  a  toothy  smile  ,  desperate  to  believe  there  was  good  in  everyone  ;  was  easy  to  take  advantage  of  ,  got  picked  on  by  kids  tougher  and  stronger  than  her  .  but  she  only  grew  kinder  ,  never  learned  to  fight  for  herself  ,  always  turned  the  other  cheek  .  .  .  then  ran  home  crying  ,  only  to  be  welcomed  by  silence  .  silence  became  screaming  matches  when  she  was  in  middle  school  ,  her  parents’  marriage  falling  apart  with  her  older  siblings  off  to  college  .  viola’s  mother  used  her  as  a  shield  ,  the  reason  for  her  father  to  stay  .  she  became  collateral  damage  in  a  vicious  war  ,  her  own  living  room  the  battle  ground  .

started  recording  with  her  father’s  old  vhs  camera  to  distance  herself  from  the  world  around  her  :  it  always  seemed  more  beautiful  through  a  lens  ,  a  sweeter  place  .  by  high  school  she  was  already  putting  together  short  films  &  constantly  recording  her  friends  ,  too  .  it  was  the  best  possible  escape  ,  a  souvenir  she  could  keep  forever  .  hid  her  own  feelings  behind  the  words  of  characters  she  created  in  her  head  ,  every  story  to  this  day  extremely  personal  .  

could  have  easily  been  seen  as  the  baby  of  the  group  ,  extremely  dependent  on  her  friends  and  always  cautious  of  her  surroundings  .  she  was  the  one  always  tugging  at  someone’s  sleeve  ,  the  designated  driver  ,  the  person�� who  spent  most  of  the  party  playing  with  the  host’s  dog  .  she  was  cheerful  and  loyal  ,  but  clingy  and  often  insecure  ,  always  needed  reminding  that  she’s  loved  .  always  had  a  crush  on  someone  ,  almost  addicted  to  pining  over  someone  who  doesn’t  care  for  her  in  the  slightest  .  her  sexuality  was  causing  her  a  lot  of  confusion  ,  too  ,  often  compensating  her  newfound  attraction  to  women  by  trying  way  too  hard  to  get  attention  from  boys  .

her  parents  absolutely  hated  her  decision  to  study  film  ,  her  mother  going  as  far  as  burning  all  of  viola’s  tapes  shortly  before  she  left  for  college  :  years  upon  years  of  footage  ,  only  some  of  it  stored  digitally  ,  gone  in  the  blink  of  an  eye  .  something  broke  in  viola  then  and  she  realized  something  she’s  been  trying  to  avoid  her  entire  life  :  that  she  hates  her  mother  ,  that  she  never  felt  loved  by  her  ,  that  she  survived  years  upon  years  of  quiet  abuse  without  ever  saying  a  word  .  a  hopeless  romantic  grew  thicker  skin  overnight  ,  came  to  los  angeles  without  a  smile  on  her  face  but  with  a  drive  ,  a  smothering  need  to  prove  to  her  family  that  she’s  worth  so  much  more  than  they  think  .

cut  all  ties  with  her  mother  and  hasn’t  been  back  home  since  ,  sees  her  father  and  siblings  sometimes  when  they’re  in  california  for  bussiness  .  film  school  was  so  good  for  her  ,  though  :  she  was  finally  free  of  her  mother’s  watchful  eyes  ,  didn’t  have  to  meet  her  expectations  .  her  student  film  (  still  life  )  got  really  good  reviews  and  painted  her  as  a  director  to  watch  .  her  debut  (  honeysuckle  )  premiered  at  sundance  (  a  lot  of  it  thanks  to  her  proffessors’  connections  but  shh  )  and  was  very  well  received  .  her  third  movie  is  set  to  premiere  later  in  the  year  !!  and  she’s  excited  !!  she  loves  what  she  does  !!

coming  back  home  for  the  first  time  in  six  years  is  not  a  pleasant  experience  for  viola  ,  all  her  good  memories  of  this  place  burned  with  the  tapes  ,  everything  a  reminder  of  how  weak  she  used  to  be  .  she’s  almost  embarrassed  of  it  ,  that  tenderness  she  once  had  .  

*     with  bella     ,

everybody  knew  viola  was  completely  in  love  with  bella  ,  perhaps  even  before  viola  realized  it  herself  .  still  clueless  ,  only  wrapping  her  head  around  the  fact  she  likes  girls  ,  viola  was  completely  in  awe  of  the  other  girl  ,  who  i  imagine  loved  the  attention  ,  perhaps  even  flirted  with  her  sometimes  just  to  see  her  blush  .  they  were  never  extremely  close  ,  but  viola  created  an  image  of  bella  in  her  mind  that  she  held  onto  for  months  .

*     extras     ,

was  always  running  around  with  a  camera  when  they  were  younger  !!  like  every  little  outing  was  documented  ??  we  love  a  vlogger

has  a  samoyed  puppy  named  cherry  whom  she  loves  and  she  brought  him  along  bc  she  couldnt  bear  to  leave  him  alone  in  la

literally  renting  out  an  airbnb  bc  she  refuses  to  stay  with  her  parents

loves  baking  but  she’s  really  bad  at  it  but  it  gets  her  so  excited  nd  she’ll  give  her  friends  cupcakes  please  dont  tell  her  they  suck  !!!

nails  always  painted  rly  nicely  she  goes  to  a  salon  to  do  cute  nail  art  once  a  month

deep  down  still  a  hopeless  romantic  dnt  let  her  fool  u

*     wcs     ,

lifelong  best  friend  /  love  interest  :  on  the  main  .

someone  she  wasn’t  close  with  before  but  met  again  at  uni  and  they  hit  it  off

a  bad  influence  when  they  were  younger

FIRST  KISS

 ffhdjgjg  puppy  love  please

a  sibling  figure

someone  whose  parents  noticed  she  was  alone  a  lot  when  she  was  a  kid  and  kind  of  took  her  in  whenever  she  needed  a  place  to  go  after  school

someone  who  remembers  how  soft  she  was  but  they  fell  out  of  touch  nd  they  just  cant  understand  why  she’s  suddenly , , , so  cold

one  of  her  thousands  of  crushes

um  , ,,  , met  again  like  three  years  after  graduation  in  a  bar  somewhere , , ,  a  one  night  stand  please

exes  but  like  break  my  heart  please

anything  u  might  have  in  mind !!!

[freebooter4ever]

my dad group texted my brother and i, highly unusual, and i think jordan was weirded out too cause his response was equally short and confused. on the list of things my little brother and i have never discussed, our dad’s relative interest or lack there of in our lives is pretty high. dad’s been messaging me since october, asking about stuff like where my next living plans are (which he has never done since i first moved out age eighteen), and i’ve only been vaguely responding to the point blank questions cause its just. so. weird. i think my grandpa’s death has shaken dad’s worldview a bit more than he’s been letting on.

he alienated my brother and i pretty much immediately after his secretive marriage to the bottle blonde rich bitch when i was 22. he kicked my brother out as soon as jordan turned 18, and when i discovered this by coming home one summer and seeing jordan wasnt in the house, i got so fucking mad that it was the first time i ever had a full out screaming match at my dad. and apparently this display of anger was when rich bitch decided she didn’t like me (probably valid, but also ironic because pretty much from birth it was known in my entire extended family that dad and i were almost identical personality wise, and both of us have tempers where we will not get mad at anything but frustration will build up and up until on the rare blue moon it boils over, and oh boy. watch out. those moments were the only times i was ever scared of my dad as a kid and i think it only happened twice in my entire life)(if she thinks im crazy when im angry, she should see my dad)

but i was crazy mad because while i was lucky enough to be put in therapy due to attempting to starve myself into non existence at age 13 (many many sessions of ‘family’ therapy with me in the center of a long couch silently trying to pretend i was invisible and my mom two feet away at one end and dad on the opposite end of the couch, and my mom doing all the talking, ranting and raving about how im starving myself to punish her. and then the therapist kicking both my parents out and trying to convince me to say a few words, and her finally getting me to realize that how my mom treated me was not normal and not something i needed to put up with if it made me sad and scared, and then the therapist realizing that i was still too sad and scared to confront it, and her and i coming up with a compromise where we would tell my mom that i was just ‘really attached’ to dad’s house and it wasnt that i was terrified of living with my mom or liked my dad better, it was that i just really liked living in one place instead of out of a suitcase and moving every week), and so had both the therapist and my dad supporting me when at fourteen i finally said enough was enough and demanded that my dad get full custody so i didnt have to spend every other week with my abusive mother anymore - while i got out of that situation, my brother didnt. i tried, he knew that it was my decision to live full time with dad and i made it clear he could do the same, but just as it was a given that i was identical to dad’s personality, my brother was identical to mom’s so i think he was more attached to her than i was. either way, he always refused and insisted on continuing to live between both of them. after i hit driving age, my dad transferred responsibility to me for shuttling my brother to and from my dad’s house to my mom’s apartment. dad’d lock himself in his room, or go to the gym, and i’d turn on an endless rotation of star wars movies for jordan and i to watch before i had to take him to his next week’s place (phantom menace was our favorite cause darth maul was just cool ok, dont judge).

anyway, the last day i ever stayed at my moms house, my brother was there. and i must have been twenty or twenty one because he would have only been around seventeen. but even at seventeen he was well over six foot five cause he got all the height in the family which was totally not fair but thats besides the point. so while i was there my mom flew into one of her alcohol induced rages, and took it all out on my brother. i had intellectually figured that all the anger my mom used to take out on me had then transferred to my brother once i stopped living there every other week, but up until that point i hadn’t actually seen it. she started shoving him, and punching him, and not enough so it would hurt much, because as i said he was well over six feet and she was barely five six, so he could pretty well block any thing she dished out. but he was cornered, and he looked scared. and i was hiding useless on the stairwell, crying, and begging mom to stop. and it only stopped cause jordan managed to slip out the front door and once he escaped mom went back into the kitchen, still yelling and angry. and i took the chance to grab my school bag and leave in solidarity. and my brother and i stood there awkwardly on the porch, me still crying, and him smoking and trying to look cool and not like he just got chased out of the apartment by a woman half his size. and i promised him we wouldnt go back until she calmed down, and that she was being unreasonable and he didnt deserve any of it, and id figure out somewhere to go. and we started walking down the sidewalk, but not together because we were never that close. he wandered off somewhere to smoke. and that’s as far as i remember.

this day came up in conversation with my grandma in the months after grandpa’s death, during one of our many three am can’t sleep conversations in grandma’s kitchen (grandma would wake up, i’d hear her get out of bed and wake up too. she’d make herself tea and eat some graham crackers and we’d sit together at the table feeling the third empty chair like an ache). grandma brought it up, because apparently, even though i cant remember this at all, i had my no/kia brick phone in my school bag (a minor miracle because i hated carrying around cell phones for the longest time), and i actually called grandma. and grandpa and her came to pick me up, and they found me sitting on a wall a block away from my mom’s apartment, and then we drove around till we found jordan, and then we all went back to my grandparent’s house. after bringing this up, grandma then, completely unprompted, told me something that child me thought about regularly - she said that even though her mom died when she was 8, leaving her to help raise her two younger siblings, grandma thought in some ways it was easier than what my brother and i went through with the divorce and my mom leaving. i used to regularly - not wish my mom dead, exactly - but wish i could pretend she was dead, rather than her just not being there anymore. especially since, when i was suddenly thrown into being her sole emotional and physical punching bag now that dad wasn’t filling the role anymore, a lot of the times being around her post divorce was not a good thing. (I cut off all contact with my mom finally at age 25 and haven’t looked back)

so yeah, i was fucking pissed that i had worked so hard to try to mitigate the damage i caused by leaving jordan alone with my mom for pretty much the entirety of my high school years...only to have my dad kick him out barely a few years after i left for college and thus putting my brother at my mom’s mercy. ostensibly my dad kicked my brother out because of his drug addictions, but my brother was the most mild mannered addict i’ve ever known. the worst thing he ever did was steal a couple hundred dollars from me, but he never got violent, he never got angry. other people got angry at him. my aunt once tried to fight him in a hospital elevator because he sold my cousin heroin or meth or some shit and my cousin ended up impaling a knife in his chest in front of my grandma, which is a whole nother story. but jordan was only nineteen when that happened. my cousin? thirty six. and a long time violent and angry drug addict with a record (he threw a book at his professor’s head and got kicked out of grad school while on cocaine once, which is how he ended up back in washington state and needing a new drug dealer - hence my brother suddenly getting involved) (same cousin later flew into a drug fueled rage in his forties and almost beat his girlfriend to death) (my brother was long since clean by then and had nothing to do with our cousin getting drugs at that point)

all this to say my dad’s rich bitch new wife didn’t think a drug addict and mentally ill artist fit into her picture perfect family, so dad started making it clear we were not welcome at family functions unless we complied with very strict rules. ironically, jordan was let back into the fold first partially because i can hold a grudge for a very long time and i was very very terrified of my mom and dad was the sane stable one and i had trusted him to take care of everything even without me there and dad had failed pretty spectacularly at that. im still bitter at my dad for his secret marriage and subsequent moving into her million dollar mansion and throwing my brother out. but also partially because jordan started following all of dad’s rules, got himself cleaned up (he moved in with his girlfriend, and i think being out of mom’s house had a lot to do with getting over his addictions), started studying computer science, found a really good software engineering job, suddenly dad approved of him. i also partially antagonized rich bitch wife by doing silly things like wearing black leather pants and the most provocative clothes i owned whenever i went over to their house. rich bitch was a very simple narrow minded person with a lot of prejudices. i imagine i was not seen as a good influence on her two younger daughters. and eventually they stopped seeing me altogether. even when i was living in washington for all of 2017 - the only time i ever saw dad was when he’d come visit my grandparents alone. the day before i took grandma on the train to move to ohio, we were supposed to all have dinner together at our family’s favorite place to eat out - crossroads mall - and the rich bitch refused to show up. that’s how petty she is. she also is so dumb she’s under the delusion that kids get into drugs if they don’t have dogs (????) so that’s why she forced my dad to get a dog for her spoiled brat youngest when the girl went into high school. my dad dislikes animals, so i will say one of the highlights of this marriage is seeing my dad become a dog person. the rich bitch and her daughters mostly ignore the dog, but my dad is so attached to max that he even lets the little puppy sit in his lap while driving. anyway, anyone who thinks dogs are the sole answer to preventing drug addictions can go to hell.

yeah, blah blah blah, to sum up its WEIRD for my dad to suddenly be texting my brother and i unprompted, and asking me about my life and my plans. i dont really know how to deal. i miss him. he was always the closest person in my life to the point where even when i moved away for college, i still assumed after i graduated i’d just move back in with dad so it was only four years being gone, cause why would i ever want to live anywhere else?. i kept thinking if i could hit some level of success that he would approve of, that maybe eventually i could become somebody his rich bitch wife would associate with. but that never happened, obviously. 

[visa0003]

Blackvelvet Fighter Au

So I've been obsessed with @incorreci-spaghetti 's fighter moodboards and this came out. I'm just gonna share some hc I have for it since I don't think I'll be writing it anytime soon.

Seulgi:

A bartender for a bar known for their more than hostile clients and their fights.

•Learning how to fight was basically on the employer's request.

•It was in one of the most brutal fights that she happened to get scouted. Two gangs started the commotion and she managed to take out more than a half from both sides.

•Heechul (her manager) was having a rough night when his next MMA superstar got arrested and had runout of possible prospects to replace her for the already booked fight next week and needed a drink. Watching Seulgi go at it like it was a piece of cake was like a heavens godsent for him.

•She surprised everyone at the gym even more so when with only a week of training she picked up on several techniques.

•She won her first match, quickly setting her up as the most promising fighter in the league for flyweigth

Rose:

Used to be a happy go lucky college student (majoring in music ofc) until back im her junior year after a party a group of guys tried to rape her. Luckily for her they were too drunk to put up on a real fight and she managed to escape.

•Safe to say she was more than shaken up by the accident so she started taking self defense classes.

•She ended up loving it! There was something just so freeing and empowering about it. She feels like no one could ever hurt her anymore

•She might not be the strongest but she's fast and can last for hours on end.

•She might or not have a crush on the new boxing champion at the gym.

•She practices kickboxing

Lisa:

Is the newest boxing champion on the lightweight divition and also the youngest at only 18 yrs.

•She's considered a prodigy and has been practicing ever since she was a child, following her father's dream

•Lisa is the kind of girl you wouldn't expect to be a ruthless opponent, what with her sweet and childish attitude outside of the ring but as soon as she steps foot on it she transform and becomes a badass bitch with no concept of mercy. Her duality is the main reason why she has so many fanboys and fangirls after her.

•What's even more baffling is that for all of Lisa's talent if she's outside of the ring you can bet she'll do everything in her hands to avoid any kind of physical violence.

Jennie (and Jisoo):

She's a gang leader, she looooves fighting and she will take any excuse to do it. Oh, did you happen to look at her for more than 2 seconds? BAM That's a fist to your jaw. Did you happen to bump into her on the street? PUM that's a kick to your groin.

•Seriously it has gotten to a point where even cops avoid her side of the street.

•If you were wondering, yes, her gang is Ikon and yes, she's the only female.

•To be honest it was all CL's fault, she took her in when she ranaway from her house and basically taught her every move she has. She also taught her to adopt that kind of attitude of she wanted to survive in that world. She just happened to fall in love with the lifestyle...I mean is hard to hate something you're good at, right?

•Truly for all she knows she's living her best life....until another bigger gang beat hers and claimed all her territory.

•She could've died bleeding to death on the street is if it weren't for Jisoo finding her that fateful night and nursing her to health.

•Since then Jennie practically became Jisoo's cat. A very possessive and grumpy cat but a cat anyways. She's literally only soft with Jisoo and only Jisoo and god help you if you do anything to her.

•She finally accepted to enroll in the "BlackVelvet" gym per Jisoo's request when the older girl explained to her that she kind of needed money (now that they were two and sadly her job at the local café barely allowed her to pay the rent to her small studio apartment) and there was a small local competition being held there with a handsome cash prize.

•She ended up winning ofc and getting scouted.

•She only accepted after they agreed to let Jisoo be her manager

Irene:

She's the most desired, beautiful, young CEO of the 21rst century according to forbes magazine. Having started her own business as early as 20 yrso and getting said business raise as one of the biggest monopoly in the world at 27 yrso. Thanks to her Bae Industries is for sure a name that will stay with ppl for generations to come.

•What they don't know about the beautiful CEO is that while in the day she remains as the sharp, intelligent business woman everyone have come to fear and admire by night she's one of the strongest underground fighters in Seoul.

•Fighting is the only true stress reliever she has for having to deal with condencending, sexist, mysoginistic, pervy (old) men all day at work.

•She had to pull out of the underground scene when one of the fights got too much and she was forced to kill a man (it was either him or her and Bae Irene wasn't about to quit out her life for the sake of morals)

•As much as she hates men, the incident did weigth a lot on her consciousness. It got to the point where she started to get trouble sleeping and with her only get away closed she was starting to go insane with stress.

•Thankfully for her, just when she was about to lose her mind she got quite the good news from her old friend (and ex-gf, who she might still have feelings for but shh you didn't hear it from me) Wendy telling her about this new Gym she opened along with two of her mentors and that she should check it out sometimes you know in case she needed to let off some steam and who knows even find an actual challenge for her.

•As soon as she saw the new blood fighting she knew she was in for the long ride.

•She's also a MMA fighter but on the lightweight divition. Don't be fooled though she's been doing this for quite a while and has developed quite the skill to take down several opponents twice her size without breaking a sweat.

•She sort of becomes a mentor for Seulgi, who's new in all this but has the potential to surpise even her in a few years easily.

Wendy (and Joy):

Used to be a big name in the wrestling world with several championships under her belt before migrating to the martial arts (Taekwondo).

•It was in one of the latters matches that she got a severe knee injury that ended her career.

•She used to be childhood friends with Irene, and later her girlfriend, until the day of her accident. She got a deep depression from it and decided to listen to her family and move to Canada to see if the change in scene helped her get over it.

•It took her a few years to finally accept she wouldn't be fighting professionally ever again and a few more to understand that not being able to fight doesn't mean she had to quit the world entirely.

•So she packed up her things and moved back to Korea to find her old manager, mentor and friends with a new propose in hand. Those being Tiffany, Taeyeon and Heechul.

•She wanted to start her own gym and help coach new, promising fighters. Taeyeon is a retired Taekwondo and kickboxing champion, Fany a very rigourous and determined manager who knew next to everything you needed to know about whatever discipline her clients were in and Heechul has the best eye for talent there needs to exist and together they founded the Gym.

•The first couple of months was harsh, they barely had enough to meet the ends day and despite the big names managing it, there were few aspirants willing to sign up and Wendy refused to go to Irene for monetary help.

•She felt ashamed for the way she just left and ended things with her (even when Irene told her more than enough times that she understood) she just wasn't ready to face her yet.

•Thankfully they found the perfect star that would later help them get the fame they needed to become one of the most requested (and then exclusive) gyms in the country just in time. The star being none other than Park Joy.

•Park Joy was Wendy's roommate. She just started college and was more than a little excited to finally be out of her parent's house and Wendy's very comfortable apartment was possibly in the best location next to her college with a much cheaper price than the dorms.

•Despite being way younger than Wendy they clicked instantly and became best friends in record time.

•Much to Joy's annoyance Wendy used to see her as a little sister, incapable of protecting herself. That quickly changed when one night after picking up Joy from a party and lecturing her about the dangers of frat parties and the drunk dumbasses lurking about and how defenseless she was in comparison that Joy snapped and showed her just how wrong she was by breaking several bricks without blinking and explaining to her she got Taekwondo classes when she was young and was already a black belt.

•Wendy was amazed and ever since then she started to beg Joy to pleeeease enroll in her gym and let her coach her into professional Taekwondo. Joy accepted but only after agreeing that she would no longer be required to pay rent.

•Something that luckily worked for both when she ended up victorious competition after competition and the news about it spread all around the country.

•Soon after more and more aspirants started to sign up for the gym along with other professionals wanting to train (and some even teach) there.

•It was only when her gym was successful enough that Wendy got the balls to contact Irene again and let her in inside her life once again

Kim Yeri:

She's Irene's personal assistant and possibly the only one besides Wendy who knows about her secret hobby before she went and joined the latter's gym.

•She's a huge MMA fan who goes to practically every major fight she can get whenever she has the time.

•When she heard about the mysterious goddess (Irene) who had been making a huge name of herself on the underground scene for quite a while now she just HAD to go to one of her fights.

•Her cute enthusiasm and surprising insight quickly got her the older's attention and she didn't hesitate on employing her as her assistant as soon as she saw just how capable Yeri really is.

•To say Yeri was living the dream would be an understandment. She was the person closest to her idol, the pay was more than satisfactory and now she has thr opportunity to engage and interact with the other big names in the fighting world.

•It was after meeting and befriending Lisa that she got the nerve to finally start getting classes for herself and step from being a fan to possibly be a star of her own.

•She decided to take on Muay Thai seeing as none of her closest friend where stars in the discipline and she wanted to be a first.

There it is...maybe I'll add some more later hehe

[emybain]

Danna and Celeste fluff, please

these two are literally adorable. I wanted to write more, as usual, but then decided to keep it short and sweet. in all honesty I didn't think people would care much about danna having a wife in that Christmas fic I posted forever ago, but I was wrong lol. I personally love celeste, and I really want marissa to at least hint at Danna getting a girlfriend in the third book bc after everything’s she’s been through, sis deserves one. also, side note, i apologize for my french bc 1) im a little rusty bc i havent taken a class in a while and 2) i tried to give context for when it was being spoken. anyways, hope you enjoy! it’s been fun writing this!

Also, as a note to everyone, if you like this fic PLEASE reblog! likes are nice, but reblogging really helps the work spread! always reblog other people's art/music/writing/etc!!!

summary: Danna is 19 and traveling across the world, learning about different cultures and customs. currently, she is in Lyon, France. her next destination is Paris, where she plans on seeing all the major monuments and artworks. however, a run in (literally) with a stranger may push back her trip to Paris a few days, or maybe even longer...

   It was a rainy day in Lyon. Most days were rainy in Lyon.

    Danna sighed. When she had first come to Lyon a few days ago, she was excited to see that it was raining. Other parts of France that she had visited so far were sunny, which was nice, but she loved rain.

    But it had been raining for three days now, and according to locals, that was normal for October.

    Danna pulled her sweater closer to her body, getting a sudden chill. In front of her sat her keyboard and tablet. On the tablet sat an open document with detailed notes and comments. For over a year now, she had been travelling the world, visiting country after country and learning new cultures. She wanted to write a book about becoming an active member in the community and giving a voice to people who didn’t have one. But Danna had a problem: she had no idea how to write a book, or even where to start. No number of how-to-write-for-beginners books had come in handy.

    She sipped at her black coffee and tapped her stylus against the table she was sitting at. She was at a coffee shop near her hotel, Le Café, if she remembered correctly. She had been holed up in her hotel room all morning and afternoon, having visited most of the city in the first two days, and finally decided to leave in search of inspiration.

    So far she had nothing.

    Danna set down her stylus and rubbed her eyes. A notification showed up on the top of her tablet. She clicked on it, not even checking to see what it was for. Her messenger app opened, revealing her chat with Ruby. Danna tried to keep in touch with her friends in Gatlon, but the time differences made things hard. While it was currently just after five in the afternoon in Lyon, France, it was only eleven in the mid morning in Gatlon. It wasn’t as bad as when Danna was in Beijing, though. When she was eating lunch, it was still the previous day in Gatlon. Just to give an example.

    She looked at the photo Ruby had sent her. It was of a passed out Oscar on the couch of their apartment. Danna snorted. On closer examination, she saw a plate laying in his lap that was scraped clean. Their cat, Craig, was sprawled out across his chest.

        thinking of you! how’s france? also, is it okay if we video chat later? everyone’s coming over for game night and we want you to join in!

    Danna mulled over the question. If she chose to play with them, it would be well after midnight. It wouldn’t be the first time Danna had joined in on their game nights, a tradition she had once been a part of before leaving Gatlon.

            France is great! I miss you guys so much...thinking about a quick trip home. And that depends...what’s the chosen game?

    Ruby responded immediately. 

    ooh yes PLEASE come home!!! craig misses you the most! and the game is your choice!

        Danna chuckled. Craig was a good cat.

        Will your fiancé be okay with me choosing? 

    Oscar was the usual game-chooser for game nights, as he knew some good games. He took it personally when someone else wanted to choose. It had since become a running joke in their friend group.

A large group of girls walked into the shop, chattering and laughing loudly. Danna took one glance at them and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. They were around her age, university students. She was sure they were nice people, but did they have to be so loud? In a coffee shop? Hopefully, they were getting drinks to-go.

        he will be if i say he will be.

    Danna laughed into her coffee cup, snickering silently. Ruby and Oscar had gotten engaged a few months ago. No one was really surprised; they weren’t even twenty yet, but they were the definition of soulmates, perfect for one another. She sent Ruby a laughing image and closed their conversation.

    She sighed again, grateful for the distraction. For a few minutes, she just sat there, staring out the window beside her table. People and cars went by. It would be dark pretty soon. The aroma of pastries surrounded her, and her mouth watered. She checked the time, and decided she deserved a quick snack before heading out for dinner.

    Grabbing her wallet and turning off her tablet, Danna stood from her table. Only to stumble back and clumsily fall onto her seat as she was immediately drenched in something wet. And cold. Very. Cold.

    “Zut alors!” a voice gasped. Danna sat paralyzed, staring down at the iced coffee that was now all over her shirt she had bought in Vienna. “Je suis désolé! Je ne savais pas que vous-”

    “Ne vous inquiétez pas à ce sujet.” Danna winced at her accent. She had learned some French when she was younger, but it wasn’t her strongest language. Thankfully, she could at least understand that the person was apologizing, and she knew enough to be able to tell them it was fine. “J’ai besoin de serv...” Her words died in her mouth as she looked up at the girl who spilled her ice coffee on her. It was one of the girls from the loud group of college students. She looked just as shocked as Danna was.

    They blinked at one another, and the girl offered a shaky smile. “Serviettes?” she said softly, and Danna nodded numbly, unable to tell if it was from the cold or something else. The girl left and returned shortly with a handful of napkins.

    “Merci.” Danna took a few of the napkins and began wiping at her shirt, but to no avail. Hopefully, it would come out in the laundry. The girl busied herself with cleaning up her drink on the floor, blushing furiously. Danna opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by one of the girl’s friends, who hollered at her from across the shop.

    “Celeste! Allons-y!” The other girl waved for her friend, Celeste, to go. She and the rest of their group were at the door, waiting for Celeste to join them.

    The girl grumbled underneath her breath, too soft for Danna to understand it. “Attends, Annette! Une minute!”

    Danna grasped for something to say. After stumbling over a few words, she managed to tell the girl she could go, that Danna could clean the rest. But the girl just smiled and shook her head. Then, she turned her head to the rest of her party of friends and told them to go without her. She would catch up later.

    “Est-ce que vous êtes Français?” she asked after her friends left, dropping wet napkins into her spilled cup. Danna shook her head and told her that no, that she was from Gatlon, headquarters for Renegades, and that she spoke English. The girl gasped and looked up at Danna, eyes wide. Danna’s heart lurched. She asked if Danna was a Renegade, and when Danna didn’t answer, she giggled.

    “I am joking,” she said with a thick accent, smiling. “That’s not my business.”

    “You can speak English?” Danna blinked, surprised. The only English speakers she had come across in France were mainly tourists and shopkeepers who wanted to be able to communicate with their customers.

    “Yes. My maman is from Edinburgh, but my papa is from here.” She stood, finished with cleaning her spill. She grabbed Danna’s used napkins and put them in her cup. “I’ll be right back.” She went to a trash can near the order counter, then returned.

    “Um...thank you.” Danna swallowed. “I’m Danna, by the way. Danna Bell.” She held out an awkward hand, not really sure why she was introducing herself to a stranger who was going to leave soon anyways.

    The girl smiled brightly and accepted her handshake. “Celeste de la Fontaine. It’s a pleasure spilling coffee on you, Danna.”  

    “Iced coffee, too.” Danna managed to smile in return. “It’s October and freezing outside. Why did you order an iced coffee?”

    Celeste giggled, and Danna’s cheeks grew warm. “I don’t like hot coffee. It’s better iced.”

    Danna raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you’re one of those people?” she teased. Immediately, she was surprised how easy it came out. She was usually very stiff around strangers.

    “You could say I’m rare,” Celeste retorted. She gestured to the seat across from Danna. “May I sit?”

    Danna nodded.

    “Your friend sounds like a likeable guy,” Celeste said, unable to contain her laughter as she took a bite of her pastry. “But also very stupid.” Danna had just finished telling Celeste a story about how Oscar had pranked Adrian’s dads and the rest of the Council and gotten away with it. The only people who were truly mad about the main lobby floor being covered from wall to wall in balloons were Thunderbird and Tsunami. Adrian’s dads and Blacklight were highly amused, probably because they knew who was behind the prank, and knew that his accomplice was Adrian, who helped by drawing the balloons. It was a better idea than the one Oscar had originally planned, which involved covering all the walls in papers stating a required inspection of all male Renegades concerning...something Danna would rather not repeat. But then Danna, Nova, and Ruby heard of his plans, and they all took turns in lecturing him on the stupidity of his prank, and how he could potentially offend or scar someone.

    Danna snorted. “Yeah. Oscar’s a special one. He annoys me seventy-five percent of the time, but I tolerate him the rest of the time.”

    They had been sitting in the coffee shop for over an hour, chatting and laughing. Danna had smiled more in an hour than she had in a year. There was something about Celeste that made Danna be so drawn to her. She was intelligent, kind, and was an activist like Danna, although she only had enough time to spread activist information via social media. She was also pretty, with brown eyes and dark hair and olive toned skin. But there was something else that made Danna’s heart flutter.

    One of the workers approached their table and kindly told them that the shop would be closing soon. Danna and Celeste collected their things and threw out their trash. When they stepped outside, now night, they were met with a blast of cold air. Celeste grinned and pulled her jacket tighter around her frame.

    “I love the cold.” She breathed in deeply. “Gives me an excuse to wear big sweaters.”

    They strolled down the sidewalk, neither in a huge hurry. Danna shifted her bag on her back and stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I meant to ask you earlier, but what happened to all of your friends?”

    Celeste shook her head, nose scrunched up. “They were going off to some movie that I wasn’t really interested in. Some predictable romantic comedy.”

    “So, you just used me to get out of it?” Danna bit her lip, glancing at Celeste, who shot her a full smile, white teeth showing.

    “Perhaps.” Maybe it was Danna’s imagination, but she thought she saw Celeste drift closer to her. “Or perhaps I just wanted to stay and talk to you.”

    They stopped on a street corner. Danna turned to face Celeste, both of their faces illuminated by the street lamp above them. Celeste’s cheeks were rosy, her eyes bright.

    “How long are you in Lyon?” Celeste asked, voice dropping just slightly. Danna knew for a fact that she shifted closer this time. She took note how much shorter Celeste was than her.

    Danna toed her boot against the pavement. “I was planning on leaving tomorrow, but I told myself I would stay a little longer if I found something really interesting.”

    Celeste nodded slowly. “And?”

    Looking down at the ground, then back up at Celeste, suddenly feeling a wave of embarrassment overtake her, Danna said. “I think I can stay for a few more days.”

    They exchanged numbers and social medias, Danna promising that they could meet up again before she moved on to Paris.

    But something deep inside of Danna told her that she wouldn’t make it to Paris for a while.

[wistfulcynic]

Another Brick In The Wall: Chapter 8

a/n: Effusive thanks to @hollyethecurious for the artwork! I love it so much! Thanks also to everyone for reading, commenting, kudos-ing, and reblogging! I'm so pleased by the way people have been engaging with this story. Love you all xxx

Summary: Emma Swan, sheriff’s daughter, mayor’s niece, quarterback’s girlfriend, is the undisputed princess of Storybrooke High. She is smart and confident and used to getting what she wants. What she wants is Killian Jones, the new boy in school. But Killian is not easily manipulated, and reluctant to allow the dark secrets in his past to touch the girl he is rapidly falling in love with.

Rating: T

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Chapter 8: 

Killian was out of school for a week, for a “mental health break” he called it with a chuckle, apparently a term he’d gotten from Dr Hopper. He saw the psychiatrist daily during this break and spent the rest of his time at the harbour with Liam, working on their boat, reading, playing his guitar, and talking with his brother about everything that had happened. 

“We’ve hashed it all out in excruciating detail,” he told Emma as they sat together in the boat’s cabin, she working on her college essays while he practiced a new song. “It’s such a relief to be able to really talk to Liam again. There was a time when we had no secrets between us. He showed me all the information he had collected on Milah and her situation. Apparently her divorce is almost finalised and next month she’s starting a job teaching English in Japan.” He smiled. “She’ll like that, a chance to travel. What she always wanted.” 

“Hmmmph,” said Emma, glaring at the screen of her laptop as she typed rapidly. 

“Swan,” he admonished, giving her a mock scowl as he strummed a chord at her. 

Emma slammed her hands down on the keyboard. “Killian, I just don’t know how you can be so forgiving after what she did to you.” 

He set the guitar aside and his expression became serious. “I have to be, don’t you see?” he asked, looking at her intently. “I can’t hold on to my anger or it will eat me alive. I didn’t even realise how angry I was until Dr Hopper helped me see it, and how by not acknowledging it, allowing myself to feel it, and then letting it go, I was only hurting myself. Besides, I did genuinely care about Milah, and I’m glad she’s finally in a place where she can be happy.” 

“Hmmmmph.” Emma concentrated on deleting the gibberish she’d produced by her attack on the keyboard.

“A place that doesn’t include me,” said Killian brightly, picking up the guitar again and plucking out a cheery tune. “That’s good, isn’t it Swan?”

“I suppose so,” she grumbled. “Though I’d still prefer if the place was dark and scary and full of nettles.” He laughed heartily at that and she couldn’t hold back an answering smile. “Hey, I’m nearly done with this, will you read it over and make sure it’s okay? Just check my grammar and punctuation and stuff.”

“Of course, love, though I’m sure it’s already brilliant.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Freed from the weight of his worry and guilt, Killian gradually began to smile more easily, and his witty, teasing nature (“cheeky git,” Liam called him, his voice irritated but with a relief so profound it bordered on joy in his eyes) came more readily to the fore. When he returned to school the following Monday, he moved through the halls with a swagger that Emma had never seen on him before. Unlike the arrogant, bullying one that Neal always had Killian’s evoked a simple self-assurance that she had to concede looked really good on him. Despite how much emotional baggage he still had to work through he clearly wasn’t burdened by shame anymore, and equally clearly did not intend to take any crap from anyone. 

This made itself evident that morning when he shut his locker and turned towards his first class, only to find himself confronted by Felix and Rufio. 

“Really, chaps?” he said, raising an eyebrow at them. “You couldn’t even wait until after school so you could chuck me into the bins, like proper high school bullies?”

This mockery went clean over the other boys’ heads, and they continued to block his path, trying to look intimidating while also trying not to be intimidated by Killian’s calm demeanor and his amused expression. 

Felix, the sligtly cleverer of the two, suspected he was being laughed at but couldn’t put his finger on why. He didn’t like it. 

Bristling, he sneered at Killian. “Bet you think you’ve won,” he snarled. “Now that Neal’s in jail and out of the way. Now you can move in on Emma like you did on that—” he broke off as Killian stepped into his space. There wasn’t much difference in height between them, but somehow Felix had the impression of Killian towering over him, his face calm but his eyes darkly furious, and for once in his life he felt a stab of genuine fear. 

“I’m only going to say this once,” growled Killian in the new, lower register his voice had taken on more often of late, “So you’d better listen carefully. Your mate Neal is a criminal, and not even a good one. He’s in jail because he’s stupid, and that’s nothing to do with me. I have no doubt it’s where he’d always have ended up eventually. Bit of advice: If you’re going to steal confidential information, don’t take pictures of the evidence on your phone, and definitely don’t then show those pictures to the sheriff’s daughter. Neal got what he deserved. I now consider this matter closed, and if you or anyone else—” he raised his voice so that the rapidly assmbling crowd of onlookers could all hear, “—tries to take it any further, you will not care for the repercussions.” 

Felix wasn’t sure what “repercussions” were, but the hint of repressed violence in Killian’s manner made him keen not to find out. He had always been content to follow Neal, less out of respect for the other boy than a simple unwillingness to make a thing out of Neal’s belligerent insistence that he should be the one in charge, but he’d always sensed that there wasn’t much substance underneath Neal’s bluster. Killian however didn’t bluster. He simply stated facts, and Felix could tell that he was not the sort of person to make a threat he couldn’t back up with action. Perhaps it was time to step out of Neal’s shadow, thought Felix, and take over leadership of their little gang. He certainly couldn’t do a worse job of it than Neal had, and escalating a pointless conflict with a guy who looked prepared to fight dirty if necessary was much more Neal’s style than Felix’s. He nodded at Killian, and stepped back. Rufio looked surprised but followed his lead. 

Killian nodded back then transferred his glare to the crowd of onlookers, which had grown considerably in the past thirty seconds and now included Emma and Ruby, he could see out of the corner of his eye. “As for what you may have heard about me,” he said, loudly enough for all to hear. “It’s all true.” He smirked for a moment as a gasp went through the crowd, then his expression hardened. “It’s also no one’s business but mine, and those in whom I choose to confide. This is all I have to say on the subject. Now, if you’ll all excuse me I don’t wish to be late for class.” He slung his satchel over his shoulder and headed down the hall, turning his head briefly to shoot Emma a wink. People moved aside to let him pass and as soon as he had turned the corner furious whispering erupted in his wake. 

Ruby pursed her lips. “I may have underestimated him,” she remarked. 

Emma’s heart was pounding, a familiar occurrence where Killian was concerned, but this time it felt different. She’d been worried about how he would react to the ineveitable curiosity and questions from their classmates, but this smooth handling of a potentially explosive situation instead of calming her fears instead filled her with the wild desire to run after him, to fling herself into his arms and kiss them both breathless. 

“He’s just so wonderful,” she sighed, and Ruby laughed. 

“Down, girl,” she teased. “I’ll grant you this one’s worth your time, unlike the douchemaster general, but remember we’re in school. No one wants to see that.” 

Emma rolled her eyes and gave her friend a shove, but the butterflies continued rhumba-ing around her insides, this time accompanied by an odd, hollow sort of ache as she remembered her resolution not to pursue Killian anymore. She was now all but certain that she loved him, that beyond the hot, tingly sensation she always felt in his presence lay a profound devotion. She would do anything for him, sacrifice anything to give him what he needed, and that terrified her. For the first time in her life Emma felt vulnerable, exposed, as though her chest were torn open and her heart lain bare to the mercies of fate and one gorgeous, troubled boy. She hated it. Even knowing that Killian would never intentionally hurt her was no consolation when the truth was that he could hurt her simply by caring deeply for her as a friend. If that was all she could ever have from him she would take it, she knew, without pushing for more, but it would be a wound on her heart that would never heal. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“He’s a bully,” shrugged Killian at lunchtime, when Emma, this time accompanied by a very inquisitive Ruby, found him in the library. “Bullies are just cowards at their core, and cowards are easy to intimidate. He won’t do anything because he won’t want to call my bluff. I might not be able to back it up but he’ll be too scared to risk finding out.” 

“And what would you have done if he had called your bluff?” inquired Ruby. 

Killian shrugged again. “Probably got the shit kicked out of me.” 

“Would you have, though?” Ruby pressed, watching him through narrowed eyes.

He returned her stare with a look of wide-eyed innocence. “There were two of them to only one of me. Seems inevitable.” 

“Does it?” Ruby’s disbelief was almost palpable, and having fenced with Killian for months now Emma shared her friend’s suspicion that he was deliberately underplaying his fighting skills.

“Let’s hope we never have to find out,” said Killian with a small smile, in a tone of voice that made it clear he would answer no more questions on the subject. “I quite like my face arranged the way it is.” 

“It is a nice face,” said Ruby with a wolfish grin that widened as Killian’s ears turned pink. “But I didn’t come here just to flatter you. Victor asked me to ask you if he could have your phone number.”

“My number?” Killian blinked in surprise. 

“Yeah, there’s some concert in Portland and he doesn’t have anyone to go with and he thought you might be interested.” 

“Um, sure, I guess.” Killian rattled off the number and Ruby sent Victor a text. A minute later his phone buzzed and he looked at it, snorting as he read the message. “Bit of a wanker, your boyfriend,” he remarked to Ruby. 

“I don’t know what that is but I’m somehow sure that Victor is one,” smirked Ruby. “Is that gonna be a problem?”

“Not at all, I’m rather fond of wankers,” said Killian absently as he typed his reply. “My brother is one, after all.” His phone buzzed again almost instantly and he raised an eyebrow at what he read on it. 

“Ems, I think maybe we should leave the boys to their chat,” said Ruby, and as much as she hated to sacrifice free time with Killian, from the way he was fixated on his phone, his expression almost gleeful as he typed rapidly, Emma had to admit she was probably right. 

“Okay,” she said. “See you in class in a few minutes, Killian. And maybe hang out after school?”

“Hmmm? Oh, I have an appointment with Dr Hopper at four, but I can text you when I’m done.”

“Okay.” She smiled at him but his attention was back on his phone, so she followed Ruby out of the library trying not to feel too disgruntled. Killian should have other friends, she told herelf firmly, male ones who shared his interests. That was normal, and he could use some normal in his life right now.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Over the next few weeks, things at school settled back into a routine, albeit one that was markedly different than it had been. Neal had been officially arrested after David’s investigation, charged with burglary, theft, and theft of a medical record, and was facing up to five years in prison. His parents had put up their house as collateral to pay his bail, but weren’t allowing him to return to school. 

“Not much point when he’ll just go straight back to the slammer after he’s sentenced,” said Ruby viciously. “So much for that football scholarship he was so cocky about.”

Emma tried to find some compassion for Neal and what was basically the wreck and ruin of his future, but couldn’t dredge up a single particle of it. He had committed several felonies for no other reason than to stick it to Killian for outsmarting him and for becoming her friend, and he’d committed them flagrantly and with no thought to the consequences. He’d probably thought there wouldn’t be any consequences. Killian was right: Neal deserved everything that was coming to him, if only for being so colossally, arrogantly stupid. 

People still whispered about Killian as he walked through the halls but true to character he paid little attention. He did, however, gradually began to open up more and allow more of himself to show through his defences, willingly participating in classes and talking to people other than Emma and Ruby. By the time finals week arrived had actually made a few friends. 

Killian reflected wryly that in a twisted sort of way Neal had done him a favour. With all his secrets now out on the open he was free to embrace the opportunity for a new life he’d found in Storybrooke. Not that there had been anything particularly wrong with the old life, at least since his father had finally left. He’d been a mean old drunk, Brennan Jones, and by the time he’d been forced to flee his creditors for good, stealing a boat from Bristol harbour and melting into the offshore underworld, his sons had been glad to see the back of him. Killian thought about what he himself had been like back then, before Milah, and even though it had only been about a year since he’d first become involved with her so much had changed both in his circumstances and in himself, he feared that hopeful, enthusiastic boy was lost forever. Who exactly had taken his place was the question Killian had asked himself daily for weeks now, and he still wasn’t sure how to answer it. He’d become so used to holding everything in, to keeping such a tight rein on his thoughts and feelings that letting them out, accepting that it was okay to express them had become almost unbelievably difficult. The only person he felt even remotely comfortable being fully himself with aside from Liam was Emma, whose support and friendship remained unwavering as he bumbled and struggled thorough the reclamation of his life, and he remained intensely grateful for it. 

Only one thing about Emma troubled him-- that she no longer seemed to be interested in anything beyond his friendship. All the little hints and cues she had been giving him since they’d met were suddenly gone, and while he was relieved to be free of the added stress of constantly resisting something that part of him desperately wanted, he couldn’t help wondering if there was a darker motivation for this abrupt about-face. Perhaps, whispered an evil little voice in his head, Emma was actually more disgusted by his past than she let on and was simply too kind to tell him directly. Maybe the thought of him touching her turned her stomach now. He certainly couldn’t blame her if it did.   

“What do you want from your relationship with Emma?” asked Dr Hopper one afternoon, after Killian had finally brought himself to mention the change in her behaviour. “Do you want it to be romantic?”

Killian frowned, struggling to sort through the complex tangle of his feelings about and for Emma. “I don’t want a romantic relationship with anyone,” he said finally. “I still feel too messed up for anything like that. But I— I’m still really attracted to her. I think about her all the time, about how we kissed at her party, and I want to kiss her again pretty much constantly, but then I remember Milah and how I thought I felt about her, and I just—” 

“You don’t trust your judgement.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Killian, it’s important for you to remember that you have a much more equal relationship with Emma than you ever did with Milah.”

“Equal, with Emma?” Killian snorted. “You have met her, right?”

Dr Hopper smiled patiently. “I understand that you feel she’s beyond your reach, and that’s a separate issue, but what I mean by equal is that she’s your age and at your stage of life. With Milah you were constantly struggling to relate to her life and her experiences, and when you couldn’t you attempted to make up for that by offering her the affection and sexual attention she craved. You forced yourself to offer these things even though you didn’t genuinely feel them because you feared the consequences of not offering them. But with Emma there is no need to manufacture anything. She is placing no demands on you and therefore any attraction and affection you feel for her is genuine.”

“But what should I do about it?”

“Why should you have to do anything? You said you’re not ready for a romantic relationship, and that’s fine. Let yourself heal. The process is slow and frustrating, but believe me you are making progress. Let your feelings for Emma and your relationship with her develop at a pace that is comfortable for you. From what you’ve said it sounds like she will still be there when, if, you’re ready for more.” 

“It’s more than likely she no longer wants more. And even if she did, what happens when she meets someone who isn’t so hopelessly fucked up? Then where does that leave me?”

“Why don’t you worry about that if —not when— it happens?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On the last day before winter break, Emma nervously approached Killian’s locker and handed him an invitation to her parents’ annual Christmas party addressed to him and Liam. 

“It’s just a thing they do every year for their friends and our neighbours,” she began to ramble as he examined the card, certain he would refuse and wanting to delay that painful moment. “My mom loves to entertain, and my dad says it’s good for building a rapport between law enforcement and the community, and—”

“Swan,” interrupted Killian, giving her that soft, indulgent look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking. “I’m sure we’d love to attend. Thank you for inviting us.” 

The butterflies soared in a grand jeté, and she felt like she was flying with them. “Great,” she said trying to keep her voice calm, “I guess I’ll see you then.”

Her delighted smile made his breath catch, and his answering grin set her heart galloping. Their eyes met and held, and as the end of semester chaos whirled around them they stood a breath apart, swathed in frustrated yearning and brittle tension, the only two people in the world.  

Then the final bell rang, and they leapt apart, Emma smoothing her skirt with shaking hands while Killian ran his own trembling fingers through his hair. 

“So, onion rings at Granny’s?” ventured Emma, wanting to kick herself for making him nervous again, after all her resolutions, hoping desperately he wouldn’t pull away. 

Killian sighed in relief, tinged with a hint of disappointment. Granny’s was safe. “Sounds perfect, love,” he said. 

[schooloftieflings]

I, Fiery Music

In Revenland, on the streets there was a poor little boy, singing a song and accompanying himself with a lute he was gifted, the thing he valued over everything in his life.

`See the sun set

In the skies

As a tiefling

“Mercy!” cries-

Gods do see ye

Doing a’right

Will they help me

Feel the light?

Will the crowd be

Mercy-less?

Or do will be

Helpin’ god bless-`

The child singing this hid his face under a hood of old fabric, perhaps it was once a potato sack. He looked poor, hands appeared to be all painted black. But what was really giving him away was his tail. The kid was a tiefling, a teen somewhere in his fifteenth year alive. In a leather hat he set before him he had at least half a galleon. Not everyone wished to throw their coin at a poor hell spawn, but some did, and even smiled at him.

Some called him Tief Bardling, playing with words, and he accepted that rather silly naming. But his true name was different, and he was hiding it well.

Singing his song and playing the tune, he was startled when someone appeared before him and threw a shiny golden coin into the hat.

Tief’s heart pounded fast. He was afraid to look up, but managed to sing a little shaky melody, improvised to thank the stranger-

`Gods do see ye

Doin’ a’right

You jus’ help’d me

Step t’wards the light-`

— You play pretty good melodies, son, — Said the stranger whose face Tief was too afraid to see, looking down at the hat, at the golden coin in it. Shiny, among dozens of copper ones and two or three silver ones. Golden, yellow, shiny, with a lion on it. — But I’ve heard you’re a particular master of rushing music. I’ve also heard you were causing little miracles on the streets. If you play some of that, I will give you another shiny…

The stranger seemed to have very good boots, real leather. To buy those it would cost more than Tief could get for a year of playing the lute, and they would last a long time before getting worn out.

Tief felt a lump in his throat. Fear. He didn’t trust no one, even dogs, even street cats who sometimes were stealing his food. And now a man in some stylish trench coat, expensive boots… It was just smelling like a trap. He learned how to see a trap on the streets, when anyone comes at you with friendly faces, looking you all over, trying to see where you hide your coins…

Tief cleared his throat. But two golden coins! He already had one, and now could get another… When the stranger will give one to him he will grab the hat and run, and now…

The kid tuned his lute with jerky movements, trying not to show that he is trembling.

He hit a note. Two, three, and now he was just doing magic. The lute was singing, not him. This sound... It was like the wind was flowing through the trees, the sound of leaves in the storm, the sound of a mountain rivulet rolling downhill…

Tief sang. The passerby people on the street looked over their shoulders to see what’s going on. What is this beauty on the edge of cacophony?

`Iya web a sehtt-a

Lyrre ivin geth o’lyr

Ayem lyr-ivekem

Hefhed ullyr oht’e zyr-

Iya web a sehtt-a

Lyrre ivin geth o’lyr

Ayem lyr-ivekem

Oht’hekhem oneht o’lyr-`

It wasn’t Common, no. It was something way, way more ancient and extramundane.

The street was slowly getting filled with people, everyone was enjoying the new “concert” the little tiefling just started. And then something new appeared…

Tief’s eyes were glowing bright, and claws on his fingers almost sparkling up raw magic. The quick, devilish melody was filled with joy and swift tones, it was emitting a glow around Tief, warm, as if radiating this urge to dance. Tief tapped his paw foot on the stone pavement of the street rocking the beat. Soon several people were already dancing a little bit, trying to sing the same lyrics as the tiefling kid sang. The crowd grew. The stranger who donated Tief his golden coin looked around, spinning and laughing in the tone of the melody. It was raw magic, a talent, and it was filling him with joy.

Soon there was almost a rain of money being given to Tief, silvers, coppers, he was singing with his eyes closed not even counting his new fortune.

And then, climax, lyrics grew tension and he finally ended the song with a last riff.

Ovations. The many humans of the town who knew him in this neighbourhood were cheering and shouting.

— Damn if he could do ‘at ‘verydaye!

— Should’ey go to’e Bard College aye! — People in the crowd were shouting and nodding. No one much cared for him being a tiefling, the neighbourhood people knew him.

The Stranger was gone. There was another golden coin in the hat, and a little sheet of yellowish paper…

In a blink of an eye, someone ran past the hat and grabbed it, stealing all of Tief’s fortune.

— NO! — He protested, looking at the back of the filthy thief who dared to steal from him. Tief saw the thief’s back in the crowd, two or three people tried to catch him, resulting only in spilled coins.

Tief rushed to him, but the snatcher was already running away, so he had to raise the tempo. Almost shrieking from anger, real fury, Tief chased his fortune.

— Piss off, fiend sucker! — The male prowler shouted, trying to get away with the money.

Tief was running behind almost on all fours, agile like a mountain lion, almost choking on tears, a lump in his throat from anger.

The prowler turned left to the alley leading to another neighbourhood, across the grand road. Little coins were falling from the hat as he ran, and this metallic tinkling of his money hitting the pavement was enraging him even more. Tief almost collided with someone, past everywhere where he ran now there was chaos and rantling.

There he was, so close… But the prowler escaped again. With his lute on his back, Tief was slightly imbalanced. But to leave the lute would mean to leave Seth. This was his gift. To leave Seth’s lute would mean to betray him, his memory.

Rushing one more time, his heart pounding and panting heavily, Tief finally succeeded to catch and tackle the prowler on the ground. The coins all fell around, the two golden ones still there and several silver ones.

— Argh! Guards! Call the guards, this tiefling tries to steal my money!

A total lie. But it wasn’t his territory, Tief wasn’t a commoner here. He wasn’t welcome, and from all around him there was already shoutings of rage and hatred.

— Hang the fiend! Get ‘im!

— Throw a brick at ‘im Jamie! — Tief clawed into the prowlers neck, leaving a bloody wound, and rushed to grab the two golden coins - they were enough to live a month or two without working, and the sheet of paper, where was it, where-

It was so light the wind was tumbling it in the air, downstreet, deeper into the enemy’s territory. Tief was already choking on tears, rushing to catch the mysterious paper before someone hit him from behind with something heavy. The said brick some Jamie threw hit Tief in the spine badly, making him arch his back and shout from pain. Miraculously, it didn’t hit the lute.

— They are brawlin’ Bardling! Get ‘em! — A familiar voice from behind came: it was one of the commoners who just witnessed Teif’s concert. And from behind there was coming a raging crowd of people who were ready to defend him. He, limping, tried to catch the paper. He did, and stained it in the blood of the prowler, who now was holding his neck and bleeding, shouting for help.

Tief didn’t have his hood on anymore, and was revealing his face to everyone now. Black, bluish skin, glowing eyes of amber, and short messy hair, covered in ash and dirt so much its colour was unrecognizable as it appeared just as black as his skin.

— Get ‘e freak! — Some man tried to catch Tief, but he managed to swiftly get away. He was running towards the crowd of his people, with the two golden coins, the hat, and the paper.

As he ran to his shelter, behind him was left a real brawl between the two neighborhoods.

…

Gasping for air, panting from the long run, sobbing from the pain in his back from the rock thrown at him, Tief leaned on the wall, holding all that he managed to retrieve to his chest. He was crying out of all the emotions.

It was the local chicken coop, “Billiehorn Roost”, where he managed to get himself a little place he could stay at. It was under the main porch, in a little room right under the stairs. From all sides except one this room was surrounded by hen houses, every day and night he was surrounded by the smell of dirt, chicken shit, and the sounds of clucking.

He laid on his little bed, just a rafter with hay by the wall. Hiding his goods in the corner, he rubbed his back, crying silently not to break the deal: he could stay in this place only if he didn't make a sound.

Sometimes, in fact, he was paid to play some songs advertising the chicken coop and it’s products. Billiehorn brothers, the owners of the place, were grumpy sturdy men with beards, they were selling everything from chickens: live chickens, chicken meat, chicken assortiment meat, nuggets, legs, wings, whole, stuffed, chicken bones, chicken heads, chicken feathers, chicks, roosters, even chicken shit which some alchemists used for who knows what. Tief could get a silver coin from that, but he was mostly being paid in nothing but this room.

He laid on the raft in a fetal position, crying quietly, in pain both physical and emotional. Poor teen, with nothing in life and no future. Tief only trusted himself, and Seth, when he was still alive.

Seth…

[vivipuppy]

neil 4, 8 even though i've listened to his entire playlist, 16 bc ik u love his relationship w his moms, 20, 28, 32, 36, 44, 64, 68. brorre 6, 15, 21, 27, 33, 39, 45, 51, 57, 63, 69. moro 1, 10, 14, 22, 30, 34, 42, 46, 58. nyatalia 17, 25, 57!

Sho you madman. This is so many thank you. Im going to put these out based on the character, as to not just be a really shitty wall of text on my blog. isntead it will be 4 walls.

Neil, the Old One Warlock who, after falling from grace as the most intelligent person in the most intelligent city of the world, his paranoia and fear of the world around him turned up past 11

4) if they could learn one spell that isn’t available to them at present, which spell would it be? Neil ended as an 8th level warlock, so he never got to super high stuff. THE most neil spell is Maddening Darkness, the 8th level evocation spell. A 60 ft sphere of darkness that nothing can illuminate beyond 8th level or high spells. Filled with gibbering shrieks and mad laughter. Its not a very STRONG spell, but its a large area, and his inability to control his magic surfacing with aoe spells was a big thing for me to do with him, as well as the flavor just fitting so well.

8) 3 songs that fit them

Haha i always had so much trouble with neil's playlist. Always felt like too like... shitty whiny white boy music was so self depreciating and neil is, at his core, incapable of self depreciation. His ego is core to his character.

Still Feel by Half Alive will always be a neil song to me

Ramblings of a Lunatic by Bears in Trees is like... probably like. THE neil song to me.

And... i cant NOT include touch tone telephone right? the song that created him, despite it not really fitting him anymore? I cant not include that, its too important to creating him. He's as far away from the energies or themes of that song as possbile now, but i have to include it.

16) what are their feelings on the people who raised them? This is.... a very hard question. His moms love him, and he... loves them. But a big big part of what made him so obsessed with knowledge and the need to handle anything the collage put him through was because of them in the first place. He didnt have friends, he had them. And they pushed him to chase his dream, because it WAS his dream. He always saw that tower, and wanted to be there, because everyone who was anyone was going there. But when it became too much.... he couldnt let them down. They were his only support and he was an adult now who could see that they were getting older and unable to get out of their intense poverty that he couldnt just NOT finish his schooling. And he... he resents that. But he knows its not fair, but he still does. He loves them, but they're the only ones, so that becomes a problem. 20) which of the five senses do they rely on the most? Sound. Tell when a spell is cast, tell how many footprints, and most importantly- when he listens to peoples thoughts, thats the Only thing you can trust. Is when you sneak into their mind and hear their true thoughts. Actions cant be trusted, thats easy. He knows how to lie- everyone does, then. Sound. Just gotta open up your ears to hear more than people think they do

28) who would they kill? who would they kill for? Who? anyone, really. Which sounds crass, which sounds cold, but... neil would never take the life of an innocent unless it garunteed the saftey of more than the one he had to take. His cold logic is harsh, but in the end, the results are proven. And for who? Well... for Justice, Buck and Cho of course. He cant do what he set out to do alone, and whether they agree or even have the same goal, he knows they'll listen if he tries to make them. And together they can accomplish a lot.

32) Do they seek control? Or do they want less of it? Whoooo boy another tough one. He wants control. He needs it. But... but if he could release it completely.... thats what he REALLY wants. But... but he doesnt trust another soul as much as he trusts himself. HE can do things NOBODY else can. So HE is the one who needs control. HE must do it. Nobody else can be trusted to. But really, deep down... if he could just let go of the magic... if he could stop staring at the stars that whisper to him how small he is... he would. In a heartbeat. But he cant just let go. He has to do this. He is the only one he can trust to.

36) whats a secret that they kept? TBH NONE mmgf he's so.... he was meant to hold onto his big secret stuff of becoming a warlock for a Long time, but it kinda came out the first time it came under pressure by people he couldnt just run from. If anything, id say his ex is a sore spot, but not necessarily a SECRET he's keeping.

44) what do they need to learn? go back to 32 and read that. He needs to get off his high fucking horse. Even though hes come SO far in letting other people INTO his life, i genuienly dont know if he'll ever let go of his ego in the way he needs to. Its the only thing that protected him for the years he was alone, and even before that it was such a good thing to have people look up to you the way he did. His ego is important because without it, i genuinely think he would just... crumble and not... do... anything. And really, that would be for the best, if he could let it stay that way and find happiness as a normal person. But he cant be a normal person. He has to be Polaris Neil, Walking Encyclopedia, Book King of Stuenia. Or else who is he, if not that?

64) Do they value justice or mercy more? well Justice is the name of his friend. Also... mercy? mercy gets you nothing. Mercy is the act of not following through.Justice? yeah. Yeah the guy whos killed innocents and will kill again should be stopped. its simple mathmatics. To hurt people is wrong. So he shall stop it.

68) What was the best moment of their life? ... I mean. It... was probably being accepted into the college... the joy he felt then was amazing... he finally got what he wanted... his mothers made a delicious stew, and hugged him tightly and talked about all the memories they shared of looking at that giant tower that loomed over them, that ruled their lives in ways they couldnt control. He was going to become a part of it. Its all he ever wanted, it was going to change his life. and i mean, it did, didnt it?

[pwjins]

just neighbor things

summary: your new apartment life starts out rather bad, but luckily, your odd friendship with your new neighbor helps keep both yours and his life just a little bit more manageable. member: seongwoo genre: fluff?? neighbor!au???  a/n: i literally have no idea what im doing i’m so sorry  insp. by these au prompts!!

congrats

You just got kicked out of your parents’ house

And now you’re trying to haul 50 pounds of stuff into your new and kind of shitty apartment

But as a 3rd year college student with a questionable major 

Who has no idea what the fuck they’re doing

This was a pretty good start for you

The rent for the apartment was pretty cheap considering it was small

But anything you could afford with your half assed part time job at the local supermarket was good enough for you

You finally lugged the last of your boxes into your apartment, letting out a heavy breath

Instead of throwing yourself on the floor and rewarding yourself with a nap

You figured you should be a good new neigbor in the apartment complex

So you showered and freshened up, making yourself look less sleep-deprived and somewhat presentable

You rushed out your door and knocked on the door of the apartment to the left of yours

You were hopeful to make some new friends in the complex and get along with your neighbors

Since you’d be living here for a while

However, your hopes went down the drain when you heard the sound multiple cats screeching behind the door

And angry footsteps moving forward and swinging the door open

Which probably would’ve hit you in the face if you didn’t step back

You were faced with an elderly woman, holding a chubby cat in her arms that looked as pissed as she was

Still, you decided to be confident and move on, greeting her with, “hi! my name’s Y/N! i just moved–”

Before you could even finish your introduction she glared at you with her angry old woman eyes and cut you off

“new neighbor? ANOTHER kid?”

You were unable to even respond to her as she kept annoyedly complaning about something like “noisy kids” and “don’t know what they’re doing” and “no decency”

The second she finished her thoughts, she shut the door 

Without even greeting you, leaving you alone in the hallway

“nice to meet you too i guess” you mumbled

Okay, so not a great start

But hey you still had your other neighbor to greet who hopefully wasn’t an ass

With new high hopes, you knocked on the door a couple times, waited for a minute or two

But there was no response

You decided to knock a few more times aaaaaand still no response

Giving up, you figured that your neighbor was either dead, asleep, or out of the house

You really hoped it wasn’t the first one

As you were about to turn and head back to your apartment

A voice a couple feet down the hall called out to you

“hey, what’re you in front of my apartment for?” they said, sounding slightly annoyed

You stiffly turned around, not wanting to make yet another bad first impression

You were expecting another angry person to be yelling at you

Boy oh boy you were SO wrong

The second you turned around and faced the person, you swear your heart probably stopped

Oh my god he’s hot

You were faced with a tall guy, subtle dark circles underneath his eyes and a family size bag of hot cheetos in his arms like it was his firstborn son

But oh man did he rock that sleep deprived look 

He was probably around the same age as you, college student you assumed

You struggled to get your words out, only managing to sputter, “uhh i’m y/n! i’m your new neighbor?”

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you up and down and completely iGNORED YOU

Before unlocking his apartment door and disappearing inside without saying another word to you

Good job, y/n, first day in and you’ve pissed off both neighbors

He might’ve been cute 

But that didn’t mean anything if he was as much of an asshole as the elderly cat woman next door

You sighed and decided to wave the white flag for the day, retreating back into your apartment to rest

Your place wasn’t exactly super well furnished

So at most right now, you had a crappy mattress, some blankets, and your best friend, the coffee maker

But you just had to deal with it until you unpacked everything else so you crashed on your mattress

And scrolled through your social media until you knocked out

As if your first day/night in your new place couldn’t get worse

You heard some loud and rapid knocking at your door, waking you up from your sleep

It was dark inside your apartment and outside the window too

So you pulled out your phone to see what time it was, squinting at your bright screen in the dark

3:17AM

Literally who the fuck was bothering you at 3am

You groaned and threw your blankets off the mattress and got up to head towards the incessant knocking

When you finally got to the door, you threw it open to see the dumbass trying to bother you

“i’m tired what do you wan–” you grumbled, unable to finish your sentence when you saw once again

Your undeniably good looking neighbor from earlier who didn’t look too sober at the moment

He looked pretty disheveled at the moment, but still damn

His brown hair looked slightly messy and he wore a plain t shirt over black jeans, and the three cute little moles on his cheek caught your attention

Before you could even ask if he was okay because he clearly did not look like it

He immediately fell against the doorframe, leaning and holding onto it as to not fall over

And he began rambling endlessly without even giving you a second to comprehend what he was trying to say

“hi i know it’s like 3am i’m so soryr but i’m just really tired and really drunk right now and i dont’ know WHERE my keys are and the old lady next door scares me with her gardening shears so please hav mercy on me and let me crash for the night plus you’re pretty and i know we just met but i think i like you so hi hey how’s it going”

And with that, he fell asleep against the doorframe

what the fuck

One part of you just wanted to leave him there and go back to sleep

But then another part of you didn’t want to be sued for abandoning a helplessly sleep deprived guy

So you tugged him forward so that his body fell over your shoulders and you dragged his RIDICULOUSLY HEAVY BODY into your apartment

jesus christ i just wanted to sleep

You didn’t have any couch or chair to lie him down in

Nor did you have the strength or patience to lug him all the way to your mattress

So you decided just to leave him on the floor by the kitchen and threw a blanket over him

You mentally pat yourself on the back for being a good citizen of the world and crawled back into bed

Right as you were about to fall asleep again, loud snoring began to echo through the apartment

You sighed in regret, contemplating if bringing him in was even a good idea

But you just ignored it and pulled your pillow over your ears and finally got to sleep

The next morning, you tiptoed into the kitchen pouring out some cereal into two bowls and making yourself a mug of black coffee

As you waited for the water to boil, you walked over to the sleeping body in your living room

You squatted down in front of him and nudged his shoulders lightly

He didn’t budge at all so you started nudging him harder, basically almost shaking his shoulders till he started moving

His eyes finally cracked open and he began stretching his arms a bit before sitting up and rubbing his eyes

He looked around your apartment which was stilled filled with boxes and tons of junk lying around

Poor guy looked so confused until he saw you sitting in front of him

“well this doesn’t look like my apartment”

“no shit it isn’t” you replied

“i think you’ve got things backwards, first you wake me up at 3am drunk as hell, crash in my living room, eat my cereal, and i don’t even know your name yet” you said

He struggled to stifle a laugh as you got up to hand him a good ol bowl of Fruit loops and a fork

He accepted the bowl but held up the fork with an eyebrow raised at you

“look i just moved in and i can’t find my spoons so you’re just gonna have to eat with a fork” you shrugged, shoving fruit loops down your throat

“funny because my apartment has all spoons but i can’t find my forks,” he laughed, “the name’s seongwoo, ong seongwoo, but you can just call me ong”

You smiled at his humorous personality– he was definitely growing on you

“y/n, but maybe you would’ve know that already if you didn’t oh so gracefull ignore me yesterday,” you chuckled

“Yeah, sorry about that, running on 2 hours of sleep and hot cheetos can make a guy moody sometimes” he responded

And so began your long morning of eating cereal and talking with your new neighbor, seongwoo

You learned that he was a year older than you and went to college about 15 minutes away from yours

He used to live on the on-campus dorms but got evicted by his roommates after his 2nd year for being too noisy

And apparently the person that used to live your apartment before you came was some middle-aged man that would steal his coupons from the mailbox

So he was relieved that that DEMON was finally gone

His other neighbor was yet another old lady who was overly obsessed with her plants and would try to cut him with her shears if he got too close

The two of you bonded over complaining about old cat lady and old plant lady, laughing over your encounters with them

After demolishing your box of fruit loops and talking all morning, you asked, “hey since i basically housed and fed you for the last 8 hours, can you like please help me unpack”

He happily agreed and you both spent the rest of that afternoon unpacking the boxes and uncluttering the apartment

While you would unload the rest of the plates and bowls into your lower cabinets

seongwoo would be putting away the cups and mugs onto the higher shelves that you couldn’t reach

Finally you had some chairs and other furniture to fill the space so that you weren’t eating on the floor or with forks all the time

You finished unpacking nearly all of the boxes, leaving some in the closet for another day to handle

After you guys finished, you exchanged numbers in case you guys needed something in the future

“if you need anything or need to drunk crash at my place whenever you lose your keys, just knock really loudly,” he laughed, heading out the door and back into his own apartment

Turned out his keys were under the mat the entire time

After that incident, you guys just started depending on each other for a lot of things

Because you guys were basically each other’s only friend in a building of angry elderly women

If you ever needed something from a tall shelf and couldn’t get it, you’d just knock violently on the wall for seongwoo to hear on the other side

If the landlord was inspecting rooms to make sure they weren’t being trashed

You’d help seongwoo hide all of his junk in the closet to make his apartment at least look clean

So that he wouldn’t get evicted from ANOTHER place

Whenever you’d forget to bring one of your textbooks to class, seongwoo had your spare key and was only one text away

Would drive all the way to your school just to drop it off so you didn’t fail chemistry

And of course there were nights where you’d both go out to drink together just for fun and it didn’t matter whose apartment you both crashed in

As long as you could at least get in to one of them

Yeah both of you tend to forget your keys a lot LOL

Studying for your midterms and having a mental breakdown?

No prob, seongwoo’s got you

He’d come over with a bag of hot cheetos, a 6-pack of dr. pepper, and popsicle he bought from some ghetto vendor down the street

“i heard you slamming your head against your textbook from across the wall so i thought i’d come help”

Whenever he was sick of his job at his college’s campus cafe and wanted to go home, you’d call his phone and act like you were his dying relative

So his boss would let him go home early

And MOVIE NIGHTS

Every friday you guys have a ritual where you alternate between crashing at each other’s place and watching a movie until you both fall asleep

To cool off from the stress of being poor, tired students

But sometimes you guys argue over what movies you want to watch

Or what you guys eat as a snack

“bitch you picked the movie last week now give me the remote before i feed your house keys to the neighbor’s cat”

BUT IN THE END YOU GUYS ALWAYS HELP EACH OTHER OUT

Like you could knock on his door at 2AM just to rant

And he would let you in and feed you stale poptarts until you calmed down

Or you guys will do face masks together and do some EXTREME pore cleansing while watching reality tv shows

The only thing you guys can’t depend on each other for though is food

One time you barged into seongwoo’s place and begged, “i’m out of food please help i really can’t adult today”

And he’d laugh at you and say, “you know the funny thing about this is that you ACTUALLY think i can cook,” as he pulls out ramen cups out of his cupboard

and oh boy y’all are just really cute n friendly neighbors that help each other out