#lesson 35-10

[kannra21]

Laughing my ass off bc Asmo of all people tells me "if Luci starts acting inappropriate call me" 😂 king, literal king

[himluv]

Yes. Also want to add, my Papa told me once, when I was very little, that he never said "too" at the end of "I love you" because it made it sound like his love depended on being loved first. That it was conditional.

I have never said "I love you, too" since.

the “i” before “love you” MATTERS

[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — smau

after getting evicted out of your old place, you're left with no other choice but to look for a cheaper alternative. which is how you end up becoming neighbours with lee haechan, who has a passion for music and disturbing whatever peace and quiet there is.

or in which you found yourself a very nice apartment, the only issue? your neighbour is your friend's somewhat ex-situationship who won't stop playing his guitar at 2 am in the night.

neighbour!haechan x fem!reader

genre ; enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, probably slow burn, humour, neighbours au.

extras ; haechan is kinda an asshole | boy next door + likes everyone but you trope-ish | profanity and death jokes because they’re silly! | probably romantic tension | some mark x reader here and there | renjun and jaemin having their own e2bffs moment | probably inaccurate depiction of how someone would get evicted pls don’t shoot me 😅

notes ; i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan <333 idk i got nothing better to do now so i’ll just start this because i know i won’t be posting any of the other long fic wips any time soon 😭

PLAYLIST ; She , Tyler The Creator — For The Night , Chloe Bailey — IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU , Bktherula — Surprise , Chloe Bailey — I Wanna Be down , Brandy — Suite Life , FLO — Is It A Crime? , No Guidnce — Round&Round , NCT U .

STATUS ; completed! (18.02.25)

profiles (1) profiles (2)

intro

1 ) jaehyun’s trophy wife

2 ) free cookies (not really)

3 ) midnight disturbance

4 ) attempted murder?

5 ) THIS IS FAMILY

6 ) haechan’s second identity

7 ) kiss buddies and useless complaints

8 ) critically acclaimed idgaf veteran

9 ) founders keepers..?

10 ) yangyang’s new interest (y/n)

11 ) a late welcome party

12 ) invest in a cage jaemin

13 ) cat fight (REAL)

14 ) the cure to a lack of sleep = cup pong

15 ) who said quiet guys can’t be freaky?

16 ) you got a girlfriend?

17 ) i DO have a girlfriend

18 ) this is life, i love life..

19 ) nah. they fucking.

20 ) let’s play apex?

21 ) whole house mad

22 ) drunken regrets

23 ) he’s got to be fucking with me..

24 ) a sincere apology letter (kinda)

25 ) are we cool or not?

26 ) we’re good (for real)

27 ) a personal guitar lesson

28 ) LIVE TWEETING YNHAE MOMENTS

29 ) a moment of vulnerability

30 ) friendly q&a between friends

31 ) that’s strange.. that’s weird..

32 ) solution to job loss = family guy (???)

33 ) what has jaehyun done for society?

34 ) ynhae bonding activity hours

35 ) an unwanted double date with yangyang

36 ) an overwhelming realisation

37 ) the universe can kill itself

38 ) a “what are we” conversation

39 ) i got that hair too, kinda

40 ) reviewing haechan’s tweet and new issues

41 ) diagnosed with the crush disease

42 ) putting your satisfaction first

43 ) some girl talk with mark.. this diva..

44 ) girls day gone WRONG

45 ) homies before hoemies

46 ) #BringBackGenderNorms2024

47 ) no one but us

48 ) the words of the DEVIL

49 ) remove the fake from life

50 ) y/n and jaemin would’ve loved this

51 ) you’re a queen and he’s just.. there

52 ) we are sooooo fixing this

53 ) spiritual connection attempts

54 ) satanic mind manipulation

55 ) cucklord

56 ) when you kinda gaf

57 ) when you been thuggin it out for so long

58 ) a second try

59 ) be careful who you call OOMF

60 ) the paid price

BONUS:

TBA . . .

TAGLIST is closed

[yeonmuse]

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like getting close to new people, but when a little girl shows up to his place of work in need of skating lessons he finds himself getting oddly close to her older sister. Now he’s starting to realize himself developing some uncontainable feelings while having to teach not only her little sister to skate, but her as well.

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary ⛸️

ૢ CASTING ༉ ot7 Enhypen. THE GANG ot9 andteam, lesserafim chaewon, katseye manon. READERS FRIENDS boynextdoor woonhak, boynextdoor leehan, blackswan fatou, loona jinsoul, theboyz chanhee, txt yeonjun, pamalaaam as mari. HONORABLE MENTIONS theboyz sunwoo, soloist alexa.

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED❕ 🏷️ | SERIES PREVIEW

ღ GENRE smau & written parts, fluff|slight angst, acquaintance to lovers, non idol enhypen, university enha, crack tweets & texts. 3rd person reader pov

CHARACTER PROFILES › ENHA & FRIENDS | READER & FRIENDS | HONORABLE MENTIONS

1 › prince of the ice

2 › let’s go bears

3 › UOA vs DVU

4 › take this L

5 › aint no party like a yeonjun party

6 › fuck you sim jaeyun and nishimura riki

7 › park sunghoon

8 › jinsouls shayla

9 › I’m sorry

10 › you did what ??

11 › case of the stolen teammates

12 › three thousand dollars

13 › @/princeoftheice followed you !

14 › failed ransom

15 › the zamwhati?

16 › according to google 🤓☝️

17 › am i literally stupid ?

18 › should I flea the country ?

19 › im cooked

20 › soft hands

21 › swimmin with the fishes

22 › snowed in

23 › Fuck you mother nature

24 › sweatpea?

25 › skate night

26 › yn and sunghoon sitting in a tree

27 › place your bets

28 › im so screwed

29 › this isnt a kdrama

30 › happy soobin day

31 › nurse shes out again

32 › mr lonely and the girl with infinite homework

33 › you like krabby patties don’t you squidward

34 › wonder about you

35 › ice cream you scream we’re all screaming

36 › jealously jealousy

37 › the club is calling

38 › liquid courage

39 › dont fuck this up

40 › sweater weather

41 › bitchless activities

42 › ending: Merry Christmas

[animusrox]

MY LETTERBOXD

TOP 10

1.    Dune: Part Two 2.    The Substance 3.    Hundreds of Beavers 4.    Anora 5.    Dìdi 6.    Nosferatu 7.    Nickel Boys 8.    The First Omen 9.    Sing Sing 10.    Civil War

GRADE A 

11.    No Other Land 12.    Robot Dreams 13.    The Peasants 14.    Conclave 15.    Smile 2 16.    Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes 17.    We Grown Now 18.    Memoir of a Snail 19.    The Last Stop in Yuma County 20.    A Real Pain 21.    It’s What’s Inside 22.    Red Rooms 23.    Sometimes I Think About Dying 24.    A Different Man 25.    Better Man 26.    The Brutalist 27.    Heretic 28.    His Three Daughters 29.    Hard Truths 30.    Evil Does Not Exist 31.    Late Night with the Devil 32.    Alien: Romulus 33.    MadS 34.    Rebel Ridge 35.    Humanist Vampire Seeking Consenting Suicidal Person 36.    Challengers 37.    Strange Darling 38.    Flow 39.    All We Imagine as Light 40.    Longlegs 41.    Saturday Night 42.    The Apprentice 43.    Terrifier 3 44.    The Seed of the Sacred Fig 45.    A Complete Unknown 46.    A Quiet Place: Day One 47.    Juror #2 48.    Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl 49.    Oddity 50.    Kneecap 51.    Touch 52.    Mayhem! 53.    The Order 54.    In a Violent Nature 55.    Small Things Like These 56.    Twisters 57.    Hit Man 58.    Woman of the Hour 59.    Stopmotion 60.    The Wild Robot 61.    Deadpool & Wolverine

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GRADE B

62.    The Devil’s Bath 63.    The Bikeriders 64.    Sasquatch Sunset 65.    The Lord of the Rings: The War of the Rohirrim 66.    Monkey Man 67.    Last Straw 68.    Abigail 69.    Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga 70.    Tiger Stripes 71.    The Book of Clarence 72.    The Instigators 73.    I’m Still Here 74.    The Coffee Table 75.    The Return 76.    Problemista 77.    Trap 78.    MaXXXine 79.    Love Lies Bleeding 80.    You’ll Never Find Me 81.    Between the Temples 82.    Marmalade 83.    Blitz 84.    Speak No Evil 85.    Asphalt City 86.    Piece By Piece 87.    Wicked Little Letters 88.    We Live in Time 89.    Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story 90.    V/H/S/Beyond 91.    The Dead Don’t Hurt 92.    Suncoast 93.    Maria 94.    My Old Ass 95.    Immaculate 96.    The Truth vs. Alex Jones 97.    Cuckoo 98.    Daddio 99.    We Were Dangerous 100.    The Outrun 101.    Infested 102.    Monolith 103.    Azrael 104.    The Last Showgirl 105.    Babes 106.    The Fire Inside 107.    Lisa Frankenstein 108.    Here 109.    Thelma 110.    Queer 111.    Out of Darkness 112.    Y2K 113.    Handling the Undead 114.    Bad Boys: Ride or Die 115.    I Saw the TV Glow 116.    Arcadian 117.    Transformers One 118.    Never Let Go 119.    The Piano Lesson 120.    Beverly Hills Cop: Axel F 121.    Wicked 122.    Gladiator II 123.    Carry-On 124.    Blink Twice 125.    Self Reliance 126.    Fly Me to the Moon 127.    Boy Kills World 128.    Kinds of Kindness 129.    Nutcrackers 130.    Skincare 131.    Ezra 132.    The Front Room 133.    Mothers’ Instinct 134.    Inside Out 2 135.    Omni Loop 136.    Girls State 137.    Beetlejuice Beetlejuice 138.    Your Monster 139.    Babygirl 140.    Mufasa: The Lion King 141.    The Greatest Hits 142.    Horizon: An American Saga - Chapter 1 143.    Magpie

GRADE C 

144.    The People’s Joker 145.    Nightbitch 146.    Road House 147.    Young Woman and the Sea 148.    Am I OK? 149.    Music by John Williams 150.    The Killer’s Game 151.    Oh, Canada 152.    Wolfs 153.    Sting 154.    The Idea of You 155.    Don’t Move 156.    1992 157.    Werewolves 158.    The Killer 159.    The Shadow Strays 160.    Rez Ball 161.    MoviePass, MovieCrash 162.    The Fall Guy 163.    Lee 164.    The End 165.    Godzilla × Kong: The New Empire 166.    The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare 167.    Madame Web 168.    Caddo Lake 169.    Watchmen: Chapter II 170.    Watchmen: Chapter I 171.    Salem’s Lot 172.    The Exorcism 173.    The Watchers 174.    Kill 175.    Jackpot! 176.    Rumours 177.    Damsel 178.    My Spy: The Eternal City 179.    Drive-Away Dolls 180.    IF 181.    Spaceman 182.    Joy 183.    Joker: Folie à Deux 184.    Megalopolis 185.    Monster Summer 186.    Lovely, Dark, and Deep 187.    Bob Marley: One Love 188.    Kraven the Hunter 189.    Moana 2 190.    I Used to Be Funny 191.    Goodrich 192.    September 5 193.    Hold Your Breath 194.    Apartment 7A

GRADE F

195.    The Platform 2 196.    Arthur the King 197.    Shirley 198.    Back to Black 199.    Land of Bad 200.    Poolman 201.    Emilia Pérez 202.    The Room Next Door 203.    I.S.S. 204.    Brothers 205.    Knox Goes Away 206.    Mean Girls 207.    Krazy House 208.    Slingshot 209.    Mr. Crocket 210.    Argylle 211.    Sonic the Hedgehog 3 212.    Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood and Honey 2 213.    Afraid 214.    Tuesday 215.    Spellbound 216.    Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part Three 217.    Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part Two 218.    Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Part One 219.    The American Society of Magical Negroes 220.    Subservience 221.    Time Cut 222.    Night Swim 223.    Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire 224.    Red One 225.    This Is Me…Now 226.    Despicable Me 4 227.    The Union 228.    Ricky Stanicky 229.    The Beekeeper 230.    Honeymoonish 231.    Hot Frosty 232.    The Deliverance 233.    The Garfield Movie 234.    Lift 235.    Atlas 236.    Trigger Warning 237.    House of Spoils 238.    Borderlands 239.    Tarot 240.    Venom: The Last Dance

Bottom 10

241.    Imaginary 242.    Unfrosted 243.    It Ends With Us 244.    Dear Santa 245.    The Crow 246.    The Strangers: Chapter 1 247.    Harold and the Purple Crayon 248.    Rebel Moon - Part Two: The Scargiver 249.    Dirty Angels 250.    Miller’s Girl

[twoidiotwriters1]

Benedict Bridgerton xFem!Princess Reader

Dearest Gentle reader, as another season starts so do the surprises. It has been said that we are to welcome the Queen and King of Genovia for the first half of this season, and not only that but to witness the very first public appearance of their eldest, Princess Y/N Devereaux. I'm sure the Queen will want us to be the most gracious hosts, even if this family of royals have a reputation for enjoying scandal. Isn't it exciting when life becomes a fairytale of sorts?

(Bridgerton x Princess Diaries crossover)

Chapter 1. Fun Times & Potty Rooms

Chapter 2. The Botanist

Chapter 3. Faux Pas

Chapter 4. The Artist

Chapter 5. Drawing Lessons

Chapter 6. Thoughts & Ink

Chapter 7. A Moment of Enlightenment

Chapter 8. An Offer From a Gentleman

Chapter 9. Wallflowers

Chapter 10. Lilacs

Chapter 11. Gilded Feathers

Chapter 12. Roses

Chapter 13. Hyacinths

Chapter 14. Ivy

Chapter 15. Red Catchfly

Chapter 16. Oak-leaved Geranium

Chapter 17. Weeds

Chapter 18. Little Joys

Chapter 19. Lavender

Chapter 20. Moss Rosebud

Chapter 21. Uncharted Waters

Chapter 22. Michaelmas Daisies

Chapter 23. Pear Trees

Chapter 24. Reveries

Chapter 25. Hydrangeas

Chapter 26. The Oddities Parade

Chapter 27. Cabbage Rose

Chapter 28. The Knight

Chapter 29. Lemon Blossoms

Chapter 30. Peach Blossoms

Chapter 31. The Kettle-Head

Chapter 32. Yellow Tulips

Chapter 33. Double Reds

Chapter 34. A Minute of Sunshine

Chapter 35. Lint

Chapter 36. The Royal Family

Chapter 37. What Is It to Truly Admire a Woman?

Chapter 38. Forget Me Nots (July 19th)

Chapter 39. The Critter (July 26th)

Chapter 40.

18+ story (Minors DNI!) so yes it's smut with A LOT of plot

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-Danny

[sylusjinwoon]

This is such a random question but have you ever written a story where the reader goes with jinwoo to the international guild conference(I think thats what its called)

Im not asking you to write it, you’ve already written so much. Its just that you have so many works I struggle to find a specific one

Byeeeeeee! Have a good day/sweet dreams

hey sweetheart! and no, i don’t believe i wrote a story where the reader attends a conference with jinwoo. however, i can help you find a specific jinwoo story that i have personally written to suit your needs! so i have made a summary of every single jinwoo story i have written under the cut with their links ♡ !

1. { sparkle } - first jinwoo story i have ever written told in jinwoo’s POV where he realizes he’s in love with reader

2. { 3RR0R } - where the system shows jinwoo that his soulmate is not cha hae-in

3. { pillowtalk } - reader speaks to jinwoo about her love for him while he sleeps.

4. { season’s call } - reader is constantly under protection from jinwoo’s shadow soldiers.

5. { hold me like a grudge } - investigator!jinwoo protects the reader while hiding a secret from her.

6. { surround you } - jinwoo is away on a business trip, leaving reader alone as she muses on how much she misses him.

7. { like you do } - reader is a young woman living in the real world who gets the chance to live out her dreams of being with jinwoo in his world.

8. { butterfly kisses } - reader comforts jinwoo during a bad day.

9. { love letter of flowers } - florist! reader and s-rank hunter! jinwoo fall in love 💐

10. { slow dancing in the dark } - reader sees jinwoo dancing with hae-in and feels envious.

11. { boyfriend headcanons } - general fluff headcanons

12. { arise } - reader is resurrected as one of jinwoo’s shadow soldiers due to a tragic event.

13. { rose-colored boy } - jinwoo takes care of a sick and feverish reader.

14. { sands of time } - academy arc; reader can’t stand jinwoo and lowkey hates him… or does she?

15. { light in the darkness } - antares!jinwoo basks in the reader’s softness.

16. { tiptoe } - reader is kept hostage as potential leverage, but it fails when jinwoo brutally attacks her captors to teach them a lesson.

17. { snooze } - reader loves to humble jinwoo by calling him dorky nicknames.

18. { enough is enough } - reader and jinwoo get into an argument.

19. { motherland } - jinwoo comforts reader after her failures.

20. { love me for me } - reader can’t stand being second best to her sister, hae-in.

21. { follow you } - reader becomes anxious at work due to a persistent co worker who can’t leave her alone…

22. { house of gold } - jinwoo fumbles his proposal LMAO

23. { headfirst for halos } - first yandere jinwoo fic.

24. { penpal } - academy arc; jinwoo wishes to get closer to his beloved reader.

25. { proud to be yours } - jinwoo makes a huge announcement during a press conference.

26. { the dark knight } - reader is a capable hunter who can’t stand it when jinwoo purposely prevents her from attending raids.

27. { musings for yandere jinwoo } - more yandere stuff

28. { moonlight } - jinwoo becomes captivated by reader when she calls him a strangely unique nickname.

29. { anomaly } - reader gets isekai’d into the world of solo leveling.

30. { of gifts and curses } - jinwoo muses how his strength and power are for the sake of protecting his beloved…

31. { reader inserts } - reader gets emotionally scarred after reading a painful reader insert.

32. { too sweet } - jinwoo falls in love with a reader who is the embodiment of sunshine.

33. { peaches } - a love story between jinwoo and the reader whom he has always loved.

34. { the only exception } - yandere jinwoo who falls head over heels for reader at first sight, willing to do anything to keep her by his side.

35. { selfish } - jinwoo being a jealous bby 🥰

36. { belong to you } - 100% jinwoo spice / thirst post

37. { touch starved } - jinwoo tries to woo (lmao) the reader and win her heart ♡

38. { cry for me } - another thirst post based on an ask ♡

39. { lover is a day } - comfort fic for jinwoo

40. { heartbreak feels so good } - reader is embarrassed with having a one night stand with jinwoo and wishes to forget. unfortunately for her, jinwoo wants nothing more than to remember and finally claim reader as his.

41. { marked by you } - more thirst posts for jinwoo

42. { the prince and the pauper } - historical romance / fairytale au with prince jinwoo sung and a commoner reader

43. { darling } - a yandere story with a twist. yandere jinwoo and yandere hae-in are deeply in love with the reader and would kill each other just to have you all to themselves…

44. { company } - lmaoo reader keeps friendzoning jinwoo, and he hates it.

45. { autobiography } - reader is an author that wants to write jinwoo's biography; what more can i say? 🥰

46. { perfect } - 18+ only, another thirst post for jinwoo

47. { saturn } - will jinwoo learn to love the reader’s true self hidden beneath a cheerful façade?

48. { slow it down } - boy next door jinwoo! what more can i say 🤭🥰

49. { that green gentleman (things have changed) } - single dad! jinwoo x daycare worker! reader

50. { god is a woman } - 18+ thirst post / drabble

51. { the admirer } - jinwoo loves to annoy the reader to capture her attention

52. { not a want but a need } - 18+ thirst drabble

53. { marry me } - the title says it all, really 🤭

54. { your heart belongs to me } - another 18+ thirst post

55. { the haunted one } - academy arc story where reader can see jinwoo’s shadow soldiers and becomes terrified of him.

56. { me + you } - another cute academy arc story where reader is struggling with math and jinwoo tutors her

57. { of painful auras and cute boys } - university au; reader has a migraine and needs to be saved;;; but by who ;3c

[justawasteoftime1122]

I thought I'd do one of these cuz I'm bored and don't expect it to get that far

No more limit

A note game!

10 notes- I'll make an aroace bracelet/anklet ⚘

15 notes- I'll redraw a drawing from my old sketchbook ⚘

20 notes- I'll redraw my first digital drawing ⚘

25 notes- I'll clean up my drafts and inbox -

30 notes- I'll make Gender Fluid bracelet/anklet⚘

35 notes- I'll put GF and Aroace beads on my shoe laces -

40 notes- I'll draw a ship from a ship wheel -

45 notes- I'll learn to draw more body shapes +

50 notes- I'll try to fix my sleep schedule +

60 notes- I'll get my friend to stop making trans + jokes (they annoy me now. It's not transphobic just annoying)

69 notes- I'll write a short smut story -

80 notes- I'll get into drawing more horror +

85 notes- I'll branch out and start dressing and asking for more clothes that help me feel masculine and neutral +

90 notes- I'll draw characters based of off the main LGBTQIA flags +

100 notes- I'll start drawing more infectious aus and share more art with my family -

110 notes- I'll ask my parents to get Vocal lessons-

(Edit, adding more)

120 notes- I'll redraw an entire sketchbook +

130 notes- I'll force myself to do more writing (and on my fanfics)

140 notes- I'll start branching out into new series and continue arcane. +

150 notes- I'll work up the courage to tell my friend when I feel masculine +

160 notes- I'll start writing the story about The Lesbian and the Conversion Therapist that fell for her -

Edit 3:

170 notes: I'll animate more +

180 notes: I'll expose my main Spotify playlists -

190 notes: I'll finnish more art in my ibis paint + gallery

200 notes: I'll draw a something for a random liker (no corn but I'm willing to do gore) -

210 notes: I'll practice more drawing on paper and will use my alcohol markers more.

220 notes- I'll draw the cheese burger spider from cloudy with a chance of meatballs

250 notes- I'll animate a gif

270 notes- I'll animate cheese spider

300 notes- I'll animate something small for a random person who liked/likes this post ( I will not animate corn but am willing to attempt gore)

That's all for now

⚘= Done

+ = Started/ In progress

- = Haven't Startes

[auraisereigh]

Star is Fen Riorson's daughter and Xaden's older sister. When the Rebellion ends she finds herself mourning her loved ones while trying to pick up the pieces her father left behind. All the while she finds herself feeling things about a certain Sorrengail. Masterlist ☆ Support me ☆ Standalones New chapter every wednesday.

Pre- fourth wing

Part one, July 628 AU - July 629 AU

Chapter 1: "Promise me, little star"

Chapter 2: "Watching the stars"

Chapter 3: "A darkness in ash"

Chapter 4: "The general's son"

Chapter 5: "Assembling an assembly"

Chapter 6: "For the love of... Whatever lord you pray to"

Chapter 7 part I: "Hello to you too, Star"

Chapter 7 part II: "For love now lost, for endless pain"

Chapter 8: "Way too sweet"

Chapter 9: "A dive into the past"

Chapter 10: "One chance"

Chapter 11: "Conflicted"

Chapter 12: "Peace in the quiet"

Chapter 13 part I: "Blades to celebrate"

Chapter 13 part II: "Sweets"

Chapter 14: "A proposition"

Chapter 15: "Warmth in the cold"

Chapter 16: "Regal"

Chapter 17: "Heavy is the past"

Chapter 18: "A painful tale"

Chapter 19: "Bittersweet snow"

Chapter 20: "A warm solstice"

Chapter 21: "The red gem"

Chapter 22: "What the heart wants"

Chapter 23: "A short lesson in magic...or in cold"

Chapter 24: "Flowers for the night"

Chapter 25: "A chocolate sweet birthday"

Chapter 26: "The edge of peace"

Chapter 27: "Butterflies and scars"

Chapter 28: "Lanterns"

Chapter 29: "Old wounds bleed the same"

Chapter 30: ""Where the light lingers"

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Part two, August 629 AU - July 631 AU

Chapter 31: "Never fall for aristocracy"

Chapter 32: "Something like peace"

Chapter 33: "Where is my daughter?"

Chapter 34: "Pain, love and some flirting"

Chapter 35: "A study for magic"

Chapter 36: "Pinky promise"

[h0neybane]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ TWST fankid ask game

༊*·˚ hii!! here's the ask game for ur twst fankids! feel free to reblog this to get people to send these questions. these are also open for me so feel free to send these questions my way!! also i tried to make this cute did i succeed

1. 💌 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What was their first word?

2. 🍼 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What was their parent's reaction to holding them for the first time?

3. 🐣 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Did they ever have any babysitters? Who was the babysitter?

4. 🎒 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ How were they on their first day of school?

5. 🍳 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Favorite food as a child? Do they still like it?

6. 💗 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Do they share any expressions with their parent?

7. 💢 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What did they get in trouble for the most as a child?

8. 🎮 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Favorite game as a child? Did they play it with anyone?

9. 🚀 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What did they want to grow up to become? Has that changed in any way?

10. 🚶 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ When and where did they take their first steps? (swims??? if a mer??? or i guess you technically could still do first steps)

11. 🌍 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ If one of the parents is a Yuu, has your fankid ever been back to their home-world? How connected to it are they?

12. 🧸 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Did they have any stuffed animals as a kid? What was their favorite? Do they still have it?

13. ⏳ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What's their favorite way to spend time with their family?

14. 💕 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Did they have any childhood friends? Who were they, and are they still close?

15. ✌️⋆.ೃ࿔*:･If they have siblings, how close are they with them? If they're an only child, did they ever want siblings?

16. 👁️⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Do they have any unique physical traits? (moles/freckles, hitchhikers thumb, dimples, etc)

17. 🏡⋆.ೃ࿔*:･What does their room look like at home? What does it look like in their dorm?

18. 🐈‍⬛⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Did they have any pets growing up?

19. 💔⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Have they ever had to deal with loss as a child? How did/would they deal with it?

20. 💘⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Who was their first crush?

21. 📺⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Did they have any favorite shows as a child?

22. 📚 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Do they like to read? What is their favorite book or genre?

23. 😳⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What's their guilty pleasure?

24. 👠⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What's their sense of fashion? Has it changed over time?

25. 🎻⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Did they take any afterschool lessons as a kid? (music, art, karate, sport, etc)?

26. ⏲️ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ If your fankids were transported back in time to the present of TWST, what would be their parents reaction? (basically, your ship meets their future children)

27. 👨���👩‍👧‍👦 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ How does your ship parent your fankids? Is there anything that your fankids don't like about it?

28. 🎶 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What songs did they listen to as a child? Do they still like those songs?

29. 🏥 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ How were they at their first visit to the doctor?

30. 🎁 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What gifts did they want on their birthdays growing up?

31. 🩷 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ How does your ship show affection to your fankids?

32. 🏪 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Did your fankids ever get lost in a store? What was their reaction? What was their parents reaction?

33. 💅 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Do they share any mannerisms or habits with their parents? (bouncing their leg when nervous, playing with hair, etc)

34. 🕷️ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Do they have any fears or phobias? Is there a reason for them?

35. 👄 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What physical traits did they inherit from their parents? Did any genes skip a generation and end up on your fankid?

36. 👩 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Do they have a favorite parent? Favorite grandparent? Favorite aunt or uncle? Favorite cousin or sibling?

37. ☹️ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What's something they SUCK at doing?

38. 👋 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ How easily can they make friends?

39. 👛 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Are there any trinkets or objects in their room with sentimental value? (For example, a purse that was a gift from their favorite cousin)

40. 👀 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ How aware of their surroundings are they? Do they flinch at the smallest noise, or do they sleep through a hurricane?

41. 😂 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What does their laugh sound like? Is it similar to one of their parents?

42. 🏢 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ If they attend NRC, what dorm would they prefer to be in if not their current dorm? If not attending NRC, but another school, do they like their school? Or do they want to transfer to another?

43. 🏰 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Speaking of NRC dorms, are they in the same dorm as their parent?

44. 💄 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Do they like to wear makeup? What styles or products do they prefer to use?

45. 🛁 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What selfcare products do they like to use?

46. 🍭 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What's their favorite flavor? (cherry, chocolate, matcha, etc)

47. ❄️ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ How resistant are they to the cold?

48. 🔥 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ How resistant are they to the heat?

49. 🩸 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ What was their first injury? What was their reaction? What was their parents reaction?

50. 🌡️ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ When was the first time they got sick? What was their reaction? How did their parents take care of them?

going to stop here and continue later! will edit, reblog and retag when it happens 🌟 edit 10/21: UPDATED WITH 25 MORE QUESTIONS! some are more abt the parents then the kids but shhh....

tags (im just gonna do all my moots with fankids, SORRY IF I ACCIDENTALLY MISS ANYONE):

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interlude: you and 7

U N7 masterlist

word count: 5504

warnings: alcoholism, self-destructive behaviour, Yoongi is in a bad place. time skips; it's a filler chapter for Yoongi's pov while you are in Busan

music: back to me by the rose

february 25th missed call, 12:00 missed call, 12:10 february 26th missed call, 10:20 missed call, 11:00 missed call, 17:41

february 26th, 22:00 no gym? what's going on

march 2nd, 18:35 y/n, can we talk? march 2nd, 19:00 if i did something wrong, please let me know. give me a call march 7th, 10:00 hey, it's weird not having English, i just got used to studying again

march 9, 12:09 i seriously am okay with dealing with whatever you're going through. i just want to understand what happened. it's not fair you speak with everybody but me march 15th, 21:39 how do you choose pears? why do i always buy the green ones

march 16th, 02:40 can i call you april 11th, 16:00 how are you? april 11th, 16:23 i just don't get it

may 24th, 04:50 i am really sorry

june 11th, 12:42 Seokjin is still complaining about the fruit. we miss you. but you probably know that

june 14th, 23:07 can you please text me back. please. i am sorry. we're leaving

2nd of March

Yoongi takes off his hat and ruffles his hair free.

"what do you mean?"

"you know how trains work?" Taehyung seems like he's about to bite him. it's all fine, the last week has gone under the flag of emergency. something snapped, maybe you had a mental breakdown, everybody was a little spooked. but it's a little rich that, of all the people, Taehyung is for some reason angry with him exclusively. the boy and his constant misplaced irritation. Yoongi is trying to find someone who will explain it to him. preferably, like he is dumb. what do they mean, y/n took the train to Busan and left. without even saying goodbye?

Yoongi never says goodbye because he hates goodbyes. because he never wants to part for good. he suspects your lack of goodbye was of different nature.

he goes home at the end of the day distraught, confused, with a headache. the doctor told him in the morning, you need to stop drinking. tough luck, buddy, he is dying soon it seems like. Yoongi picks a bottle out of the cupboard and drinks in silence, staring at the dark screen of his huge tv, his phone lying dead on the couch next to him. he is a little alarmed, flabbergasted, mute. the shadow twin in the reflection moves his arm up, bringing the glass to his mouth, as he is trying to pretend he doesn't have a clue.

well, disappointment is nothing new in his life. neither is anxiety. he could call you himself, but he sees his messages falling into nothing, not even a 'read' mark below, and he feels so fucking. tired of this. how many years has Riko tormented him? he would call her in moments like this, when she treated him to silence. toxic, capricious challenge. only to be cut off again. she would pick up, listen to him for a second, and hang up. no more. Yoongi isn't dramatic, he isn't desperate, he just wishes things were clearer. there's still something that keeps eluding him. every time he thinks about you, a feeling similar to gaping hunger hits the upper part of his stomach. like failing to catch something that's been flying straight to his face.

fine.

it's nothing. maybe you're sparing him of the crazy. you've always been kind of a wild card. happy one day, depressed the next one. it is intriguing as much as a warning. no, Yoongi thinks, he's had enough crazy. he hates himself for that, but Riko, whom he doesn't love anymore, thank god, keeps occupying his thoughts like an example he keeps coming back to. sometimes in our lives we meet such atrocious people that they become even more than a running anecdote we keep telling everybody. a life lesson. exhibit a. the bitch who shredded his heart, plucked all his nerves one by one and then cheated on him. now she keeps texting. everybody keeps texting him, except for you. he is overtly polite with her but barely responds anymore: it's becoming a burden. but she was a useful lesson in dealing with crazy. if you are that, maybe it's good that you're gone because he doesn't want to go through all that again.

deep down Yoongi knows you're not like Riko. where she was cold, you were always warm. even snapping your sharp teeth at him, protecting your boundaries, you were kinder about it. you never treated him like he was less than. no, no, you were not crazy, but something crazy has been happening to you, for sure. and everybody seems too fucking arrogant to talk to him about it. Yoongi feels like a complete idiot the whole March, feels like he is the only one who is kept in the dark. maybe he is imagining things.

the others start looking at him weird. half of them, with pity, the others, Jungkook and Taehyung, like he's done something wrong. has he? did he say something that would warrant you to get all your stuff and move to another city? was it the stalker, he panics for a moment? the word is, no. the stalker has been inactive lately.

the rehearsals get so intense as June approaches, that he barely has time to think, let alone have enlightening conversations with them. Hoba is irritated, but that is a norm when the deadline is close: he is always nervous, even if things go well. barks at them all the time, massaging his forearms that go numb when he practices for eleven hours straight. this year the training is hard for all of them, even Jungkook and Jimin. drippers are brought to the studio. age is age, there's nothing to do about it. their bones recall the pains of two thousand thirteen, when they would sleep on the floor of the dance studio because they'd get so exhausted that the idea of taking the bus to the dorm made them sob. now it's almost the same. minus the sleeping on the floor. this whole spring feels like a dark urge, like something bad is coming. like they will fail. all they speak about is how they need to fix the choreo; and then Jungkook loses his voice, a month before the tour. loses it to the point where he can't produce a sound for a whole week. the doctor tells them it's a combination of exhaustion, drinking and stress. they are all forbidden from drinking until June, strictly. and it gets even worse. fights. physical fights: Jimin's temper gets the best out of him when Jin can't memorize four simple steps. he lashes out because he has to repeat the same pirouette two hundred times, and is getting dizzy. Namjoon rushes in to shut him up, and Jimin lashes at him, too. Jungkook would get involved but he can't speak. Taehyung gets angry at everybody, but delegates all his rage onto Yoongi for some reason. they end up taking an hour long break and find out there's no place to go from the studio: there's either the kitchen or out the window. Yoongi contemplates the latter. they haven't had such explosive quarrels in many years. they all thought they were past that. but this has been the worst spring in years, as well. and for him, Yoongi knows why. he allowed himself to fall in love again, only to get screwed over, again. and he feels so dumb about it, and he definitely doesn't need Taehyung's attitude adding up to the whole pile of shit.

the boy is of other opinions. he chuckles without any smile in his mouth, looking directly at him. his hand squeezing a pear that's too unripe and green to eat. nobody cuts their fruit into cubes anymore. nobody does their dishes anymore; Jimin had to call Nari and beg her to come round and do it from time to time, call Yuna, they will pay money, because the dishes grow in the sink. nobody yanks them away once a day to relieve them of the stress and tell them how smart, and good, and superb they are.

23th of May

"...and it's somehow my fault?"

Taehyung keeps pulling his mouth to the sides. maybe he thinks Yoongi can't yell back? forgotten that he, also, has a temper? just because he is patient doesn't mean Yoongi is ready to deal with their fucking characters all the time.

"it is fully your fault".

Namjoon snaps his jaws in a warning, sighing, but doesn't say anything yet. he looks like a thought it cooking, but his stove is only half on.

"care to explain that?"

Taehyung taps the pear on the table like it's an egg that needs to be cracked.

"really? are you not done playing dumb, Yoongi?"

it's very rarely that they will omit the 'hyung'. it stings more than he is ready to admit. Yoongi likes to be loved. when maknaes "forget" to use the affectionate term, it's very mean.

"you", he points his finger at Taehyung, "always keep talking like i am supposed to be in on a secret, but i have no fucking idea. are you not tired of always pretending you're the smartest in the room?"

Jungkook is sitting at the kitchen table with his knees spread so wide that he takes up half of the room at once. Jimin is hiding behind the fridge door, his ass sticking out.

"Taehyung, it's not always so simple", he hoots from there. his soft comment is ignored completely.

"you have no idea. no, it's really epic", Taehyung exhales, his chest shaking, "you have no idea she loved you for seven years that you knew her? you'll tell me you had no idea? or you pretended not to notice?"

everything goes quiet. the spider nest erupts, and the nasty, black venom spreads everywhere. Jungkook's face goes pale, his eyes stare through space. he'd be screaming if he had voice. Jimin stands up, looking at Taehyung, and lets go of the fridge door.

"the fuck is wrong with you?" he asks quietly.

"huh?" Taehyung fences. he is slowly going livid, his neck is quite pink at this point, "we'll tiptoe around this forever? how long are we supposed to pretend nobody knows?"

Yoongi crosses his arms on his chest because he doesn't know what else to do. it looks more like he is trying to cover himself.

"what did you say?"

Taehyung finally leaves the pear alone, and it rolls across the table and stops at the edge.

"she's been in love with you", he says, clearly, cruelly. "i dare you to tell me you didn't know".

"i thought it was just a crush".

Jungkook's mouth twitches. he still avoids looking at anyone, chewing on his lip.

"not a lot going on in that head of yours", Taehyung concludes, "honestly it's pathetic with you two. movie classic. right person, wrong time, right?"

Yoongi slowly looks across the room, taking in the faces. Jungkook lifts his eyes and stares him down, and the things slowly start making sense. all of it. like the veil drops. like it's not elusive anymore. he's been copying a picture from memory, but was a few meters off. he thought you weren't ready, that there were other factors, that this job burned you out. he thought, he thought things. he was protecting himself.

"you all knew?" he asks quietly.

Jungkook and Jimin exchange glances and say nothing. Jiminie looks like he is trying really hard not to blame him, but does anyway. it's enraging. it's him against all the others: even Namjoon glances at him like he kicked a puppy.

"seriously?" he presses. "i am the bad guy?"

"nobody's the bad guy", Namjoon inserts quickly. he is pressing himself into the wall. "listen, it's nobody's fault. we're not sixteen".

"if we were sixteen", Taehyung puts his thumb straight into the bleeding cut and presses, "she would've been nine when it started. that's how long".

Jungkook tries to say something, and Jimin shushes him to protect the voice. but nothing comes out anyway; it's a purely psychological condition now. only air.

"this is a bit stupid, isn't it?" Yoongi utters, still observing them. the hatred he feels as of now, although it won't last, is refreshing. "coming from you. are you angry about y/n or yourself?"

Jungkook's face darts to him, unbelieving he just went there. Taehyung, however. is impressive. he smirks at the jab, it slides off him like water off a feather.

"look at me", V offers, "and tell me you never had any idea she was suffering".

that's the point. finally, the words that he needed to hear, that explain the mood. the suffering. Jimin grabs his elbows.

"i never had any idea", Yoongi confirms, his chest clutched for a second. "i thought she liked me, fine. it was never a problem".

what he means is, you were never a problem. Taehyung sniffs through his nose.

he was, in fact, so proud of himself. he was so happy he had all that space and gradually made his way to you. was thinking how neat it all was: you being always there, the friend that was never stingy with support. after the mistakes he made with Riko, it almost felt like fate; the love for you felt like an endless summer that's always waited for him. he had no idea how sorely he was mistaken. how far off he was. spectacular irony.

"we're not fighting about it", Namjoon hammers in his ordering voice. the voice that they usually don't argue with. "you two. shake hands. now".

only Namjoon can command them around like this. the fact alone that he needs to resort to it means the situation is drastic. Jungkook rubs his eyes with the tips of his fingers.

"i will shake his hand when he stops being a coward and fixes it", Taehyung replies. Namjoon sucks the air through his teeth sharply, but Jimin suddenly chimes in:

"no. no fixing".

they are all startled by it. but Jimin knows what he's talking about. it hits Yoongi like a hammer: he would always race through Seoul to be with me and bring food when i was breaking down; he can hear your voice like it's saying the words right into his ear. he can see your face, in his mind, smiling with such affection, cheeks a little flushed after the workout. Jimin has been the one who consoled you when you suffered.

because of me.

the realization that he made you ache tastes like flowers dying. it's like winter clutch. it's weakening. there's no point being defensive about it. he fucked up, whether intentionally or not, it doesn't matter. wow, he fucked up so bad.

"what?" Taehyung asks, his eyes on Jimin. suddenly, they all start understanding Jungkook's silent language. maknae shakes his head up and down, and then his palm slaps the table. it's a question: why not?

"Yoongi does nothing, i forbid it", Jimin sounds like a father. like he is five feet tall. his stare is direct. it's protective.

"you leave her alone".

all of a sudden, Joon snaps. his hand grabs Taehyung's neck, making him ouch with surprise, and drags him forward like a kitten. before Yoongi can do anything, as if he can do anything, he sees his leader's cougar face, jaws pressed together, and feels the painful grab just below the back of his head.

his forehead crashes into Taehyung's nose, and the boy yelps with pain this time. Namjoon refuses to let go, pressing them together like sock puppets.

"get your shit together before i make you kiss on the mouth", he grunts, then abruptly releases their necks, and Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut.

they make up with effort. it's creaking at first, but the catharsis of the moment facilitates the onset of peace. in a week, Jungkook starts speaking again, and Hoba becomes a little more relaxed, and May ends. they come out on top: they always do. it's always hectic and unsure, but they are Bangtan Boys. they've been through much worse.

─────────────────────────────────────

August

the tour comes and goes, and they come back home to hot, moist, choking Seoul, polluted streets and feeble greenery framing the housing districts, the hills and salty heat of the asphalt.

Lee Nayoung contacts him with a song request. correction: attempts to contact him with a song request. Yoongi is drowning in alcoholism after the tour, while he has the holiday, soaking at home, cradling his sore limbs, sleeping off the mounted jetlag. the first week he ignores people's calls completely so that Vicky has to come over and bang her fist on the door with the force of a SWAT team. Yoongi reminds her through the small crack of the door that he is on hiatus. he has earned this vacation with his hard work. Vicky lets him know he has been overstaying it a week already. Yoongi has lost around eight extra days barricading at home, emptying bottles and torturing the piano. he checks the calendar and thinks she is lying, the clocks are lying, and the time is lying. it's been a year you've been gone, and he still checks his phone in case you called. the disgust he experiences for himself is so strong that Yoongi gets sober, cleans up and gets ready the next day. he cuts his hair, washes all his clothes and takes the trash out. the embarrassment. people have been waiting on him, and Vicky was the only one brave enough to shove his nose into his own shit. Yoongi contacts Lee Nayoung back and apologizes. she says she wants a song about broken love. so funny! she recently went through a tough breakup; left with the feeling of regret, she claims. Yoongi has just the song for her, he promises. shit, he has a full album. take your pick.

Nayoung picks him.

she picks him up when he falls asleep in his chair at the studio, and puts a small pillow under his head and turns off the light.

she picks up the takeout for him and brings the food when they work.

she picks up the empty soda cans he keeps leaving around, and throws them in the trash.

she picks up on his habits and comes a little bit later in the morning to always give him some time to start the engine in his brain. Yoongi can't seem to gather himself completely, and once she picks up on that, too. she never wears pants, her soft femininity assuring, calming, self-sustained. she simply tilts her head and narrows her misty-dark eyes, and Yoongi feels as if she's reading his mind.

"your writing has been erratic", she notes. he nods and scratches his elbow. his phone lights up, and the piercing habit zips his ribs, the reflex at this point. y/n? no... someone else, again.

"it hits raw when it's real", Nayoung continues. Yoongi's neck goes numb because he has been stooping again. he winces, massages his shoulders.

"yes, last year was strange".

"i don't need to know to empathize", she shrugs, simply. Yoongi gazes at her and all his insides go cold. he looks at her round shoulders, parted lips with masterfully injected filler looking natural and tasty.

"so, you mean good erratic?" he specifies. Nayoung nods and approaches, her gaze friendly. there's no deceipt to her demeanor. the girl is very down-to-earth. what she says is what she means. she moves the pieces of paper around.

"although we need to change some of the adjectives, or it's going to sound like i was in love with a girl who smelt like green tea".

they both stare at the empty sound booth where she's supposed to be. instead, her hand lies on his shoulder and squeezes lightly. i don't know, but i care. it's the same gesture he extended you, forever ago. and it's such a small thing, such a rare human favour, that Yoongi feels drained again. he gives in, drunk, irritated, disappointed. he knows what he is doing is terrible. but he allows Nayoung to love him. allows her to take care of him until he is capable of moving on his own at least. allows her to believe he feels the same. lets her onto his lap, making the old chair squeak, and lets her part his lips with hers, and closes his eyes.

he goes back to that January when you listened to the new album: same studio, same chair, he's even wearing the same t-shirt accidentally. that's what was supposed to happen; as Nayoung's mouth is licking his, he suddenly gets a hint of strawberries on his tongue. he pushes away gently, staring at her, and she reads his mind.

"lip balm".

fake fake fake fake fake fake

at least she is there. at least she isn't distant, or crazy, or unstable. she doesn't push him away - she pulls him in. Nayoung brings plants into his house and places them in the most random places, finishing the cosy look, and makes Yoongi water them on time and fertilize them. Nayoung accepts the songs he writes for her, making her corrections gently, with caution. she slices his fruits in cubes and carries her phone in a funny, clunky case that she swings around like a mini-bag. she is nice, perceptive, kind. she is too soft with him, like the opposite of Riko. whatever he asks for, she does, and she balances her life with his with the mastery of a gymnast. the summer and autumn they spend together are calm and nurturing like graveyard soil, rich in juices and worms. Yoongi is slowly thriving, sucking the life out of her like a vampire half-way out of the casket, and Nayoung resides in this delusion that if she tries hard enough, she will make him forget. she never catches him staring at her.

she catches him sending you a happy birthday message, though. it's not long, just one line, but she asks why Yoongi keeps apologizing. like she hadn't heard the fucking song. they are, all of them, a bunch of cretins living in their bubble labyrinths they've built themselves. Jungkook lying to himself he never loved you. Taehyung lying to himself he stopped loving Jungkook. Yoongi lying to himself he is going to move on, tomorrow, tomorrow, and Nayoung lying to herself she didn't propose to him out of fear. her sudden request was so rash, almost shocking. like she was in a hurry to settle him and lock him away. click the handcuffs closed. January saw Jimin and Nari's anniversary. and Yoongi and Nayoung's slow, unpleasant fallout. and Riko, again.

"i made a mistake. it has always been you".

Yoongi blinks. he is groggy, heavy, holding himself against the table with his arms. it's the last thing he wants to see so early in the morning. he hisses dismissively, amused, and Nayoung turns her head.

"what?"

"nothing".

he can feel her eyes touching his forearm, then climb up and settle on his face. Yoongi looks at her pretty lips and thinks of unrequited love. humanness is so dumb, he ponders. always with some bullshit holding him back. phone vibrates again, and his gaze drops.

"call me, Yoon"

he begged for the same thing, too, he recalls. you can't always get what you want. he blocks her number, finally after all this time, to spare himself of at least one of the interferances. he raises himself with an effort, breathing full lungs of air, and starts noticing how messy the living room is. clothes lying around, wrappings of packages, tools, furniture moved sideways. he wants a cleanse.

and a divorce. because Nayoung is a good person who's been trying to mount the wrong person. god knows why she chose him specifically in her soul purifying trip, but Yoongi doesn't question things anymore.

Jimin says you live surrounded by fruit trees and the strait, and Yoongi craves to be by your side, listening to the waves and looking at the yellow of Busan streets. the year that's passed was his karma, it's been the year of falling deeper into depression, into love. he is searching for your eyes in everybody he looks at but he never calls because he is horrified of making it worse.

Jimin had told him everything. he came round back in August, while they were reeling after the tour still, going back to work slowly, carefully and lazily. sitting on his couch with a bottle of strawberry beer, he had mercy on his hyung, telling him about what the slumber parties were about. what the karaoke was about. how you sometimes hugged him for too long, too tightly, clearly wishing he was Yoongi. Jimin sent him a link leading to a playlist that clearly meant something to you, but nobody knew exactly why. funny how Yoongi could read it like a poem. songs that reminded you of him. some of them you mentioned during lessons, some you listened to together, and some are of his own creation.

"SUGA's interlude", you'd always beam, "is my spring song. it sounds like riding a bike in new shoes through the park, nineteen all over again". you'd always get so shy every single time you spoke to him about his music. about him. he always took it as dismissal.

he always underestimated absolutely everything about you. in awe of how dumb he was. he never listened to you just closely enough, because if he had, he would've heard you. but at first, there was Riko, then there was the getting over Riko, and then there was the train to Busan. the boys aren't actually angry with him, not anymore. but, he is.

he takes Nayoung's heart that should never have been in his vicinity and squashes it dead. she takes nothing: not the house, not the car, not the plants, she just disappears. calls him names, of course. not harsh enough, in his opinion. if Yoongi were to dissect this short relationship, he'd say Nayoung's fault was being spectacularly stupid. even a complete idiot would see what she was getting into, that it was a case of doom. now, she is forever smeared with "prod. by SUGA" and can't shake it off. it's like shooting someone down and kicking them when they are on the ground. Yoongi is glad he never ended up making a whole album with her.

what he ends up doing, is getting himself into the hospital.

July

Taehyung is really mean at times, but everybody knows that he is a softie at heart. all his attitude is the result of the passionate desire to constantly keep everybody intact. Taehyung needs people that he loves, around him at all times. he is anxious. he hasn't been angry with Yoongi since that one fight at the studio. Taehyung's been uncharacteristically nice, maybe out of the guilty feeling, and enforced his own company more and more often when it was time for drinking. especially after the divorce: he's been there constantly, which reminded Yoongi sharpy of the earlier years. he couldn't believe he forgot it's Taehyung's finest trick. back then, years and years ago, when he couldn't live with the chronic pain anymore, and wanted to simply blow his brains out, Taehyung hung on his shoulders like an annoying monkey and kept screaming his lungs out until Yoongi got proper help.

Taehyung must feel the same way now, because he trails behind him after the studio, once he leaves the building, follows in his steps, expecting to catch him, to the point of being annoying again. but this time, instead of getting cross with him, Yoongi turns and actually pays attention. why now?

because you look like shit, hyung, Taehyung replies, because life has run you over at least twice and i am afraid if you keep drinking, you will die.

you will die.

Yoongi collapses on the ground right in front of Hybe; it's like a scene out of a movie. the whole upper chest is suddenly on fire, the heart clutched in a small ball, and the breathing gets stuck somewhere behind the top ribs. he stares at the tip of the building he, sorry, Hoseok, built, and at the sky, and thinks about the weather in Busan. because the consciousness is leaving him, his brain starts inducing memories and hallucinating smells to keep him awake. Taehyung's hand shakes his neck instead of calling an ambulance. Yoongi closes his eyes, thinking, at least i won't hurt anyone else, but it just sucks that you haven't replied to his messages. would've been neat to receive at least one word from you.

he wakes up in the hospital bed thinking he's had a heart attack, but the doctors yank his hope for early death away, saying it was the gallbladder attack. Yoongi thinks for a minute, trying to remember the placement of the organ.

"what'd i do?" he asks.

"it's a call for help", doctor clarifies, "alcohol and stress made your body blow the whistle on you. it's a warning".

"of what?"

he clicks his tongue, thinking.

"you need to go easier on yourself. and stop drinking. but you've been told the latter many times".

there's commotion outside the door, and Taehyung pulls into the room, with Jungkook in his arms. looks like either he was trying to stop the maknae, or the maknae collided into him on his way, and they stumbled inside together.

"hyung", Jungkook stretches nasally, like a child. Yoongi is a little embarrassed. he tries to look away, but doctor retreats and leaves them alone, him and two of the three loudest people he's ever met.

the third one is you.

he misses you so fucking much it's ridiculous. there's still mild pain in his upper stomach and he yells with it when Jungkook elbows him just in the spot, trying to hug. the boys probably don't even know he is hopeless. he's been keeping to himself, and they let it go. life goes on. but now, as he looks at them, he gradually realizes he's had enough, again. these last two... three... five... years have been exhausting. all he wants is rest, and he hasn't rested since you went away.

fuck what Jimin says, or forbids. he's not your father, or his manager. even if he was his manager, a manager is the last person Yoongi listens to.

he isn't dramatic. he isn't deadly desperate yet. he is heartbroken and sad. he is smart. he knows you might not love him anymore. because you haven't sent him a single text in two years, and he never hears that you ask about him. every time Jimin comes back from Busan, Yoongi knows you didn't ask about him. he knows if he does the dramatic run to the city of the sea and confesses his deeply rooted, highly neglected, monstrously underestimated love, you might simply punch him in the face.

he has to be smarter.

he has to be the person Taehyung thought he was: cunning and hypocritical, unbothered. he has to lure you in instead of getting rejected directly. you are guarded and snappy, and too prideful for your own good. he has to make up an excuse to see you regularly that won't look needy. that will seem realistic. he has to trick you into loving him again, an almost hopeless cause.

he has to try. that's what Yoongi does: fixes things. he has to fix this.

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October

one more year later, he finds you sitting in front of the big panoramic window and looking at the pear trees. living room is empty of the pretty carpets, and expensive couch, and colourful book cases. all packed, all travelling already.

the whole day you're looking like he is forcing you to move. like he put a gun to your head and said: gather your shit. we're going back to Seoul.

"i wish i could take them with me", you mutter. Yoongi approaches you, feeling his back slouch. the old instinct that he fights off. shit, he is traumatized, too. always expecting to be slapped away.

even when you're sad, you still reach out for him with your hand, like he magnetizes you.

finally, the balance. the pull is equally strong on both ends.

"you don't have to do it", he says carefully, looking at your hand tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie. the heating has been shut off already, it's quite late to say these words. the apartment has been sold. your independence, your freedom, have been sold.

"no, i want to", you reply. he almost got used to your quieter, melancholic expression that's been there already when he came to Busan with his unconventional offer to be more than ex-friends. he is methodical. he is unhurried, much calmer than he was when it began. he is sure he will find a way to stomp out this melancholy, as well. plus, when you smile, it's the same smile you used to have when you first met. open, drawing lines at the corners of your eyes.

"you sure?"

you shiver a little, your hands rub over your shoulders quickly, as you nod. Komangi is lying in a curl at your thigh, also trying to warm himself up. not packed yet, this one will travel by plane.

"whatever are you going to do without the sea?" he asks, like he is testing your resolve. trying to make sure you know what you are doing. like he isn't the sea, and the ocean, to you. like he isn't the one who will make you follow wherever. you stare at him with the expression in your eyes that he always took as cheekiness.

but now that he has seen your eyes directly enough, he knows he has been mistaken about that, too. it's love. that's what it looks like. not the cold, elusive stare from under the lashes, or wide-open, demanding gaze. it's this: cutting smile in the depth. straight to the brain.

"Seoul is still loud and dirty", he presses further, as if teasing, and your lips curve delicately.

"i... me, too".

Yoongi opens his mouth.

"you trying to make an innuendo?"

"yeah", you exhale roughly.

"it's so bad", he can't believe your joking your way out of conversations always works, as his head tilts, and keeps tilting until he falls onto your lap. your hand gets to his face immediately, then swipes into the hair. you laugh, and it's the only warm thing in the room. Komangi purrs, and Yoongi does, too.

"you make a better one if you're so smart".

"i'm not smart, i am extremely dumb".

your hand brushes over his forehead and he can't believe human touch can heal so fiercely.

he hates being the one to nag, but it still bothers him.

"you don't look too happy".

"i am worried about the pear trees".

"damn, i will uproot them if you want. we will say it's carry on luggage".

uprooting is what he's done with you, twice. first, squeezed you out of Seoul, now yanked there again. he can see the way his words travel to your brain, and the little goosebumps on your throat.

"i just want to be where you are", you say. you push it out slowly, in between breaths. you think it sounds pathetic. Yoongi's crescent eyes smile at you the way you never thought you'd see.

"sorry".

"if you say sorry one more time, i will break your nose".

he turns to his side and presses his face into your stomach to hide the target and his smile. silver earrings in his ear click against each other.

fixed it.

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₊˚⊹⋆ HEECHWE 3K CELEBRATION .𖥔 ݁ ˖

First of all, I would like to thank every single person who has followed me since going from 2K to 3K, and in such a short time based on the numbers—it's unbelievable. Coming back last August felt really daunting as I was unfamiliar with all the new groups aside from Enhypen that immediately stole my heart, and I am still working day to day on my own imposter syndrome, need to compare myself and my works to others—long story short, it hasn't been easy. And now we're here and I'm so happy with the ideas I have and the friends I've made getting to this point. It's insane that we're here and only going up. I could not have been in this position without all of you who have taken a chance on me and my writing—the soft, the smut, the everything in between. And this may be so mushy to include BUT to my friends (just to tag a few)—@innocygnet @faeyun @bambiihee @ghstzzn @lovetaroandtaemin @frenchkisstheabyss @prkhaven @tinycatharsis @xomakara @okiedokrie-main @temptaetions @kwanisms and so many others I've loved reaching this part of my journey with—I would not be here without y'all. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much to everyone, and I hope I can continue to create stories you enjoy ♥︎.

Now, onto the celebratory part of this celebration...

I am opening my inbox to HARD THOUGHTS for all the groups I write for—Enhypen, Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, and TXT! Outside of the topics I do not write for (please see my guidelines for more information on that), anything is on the table! I have provided some ideas below from two lists I will link under the cut, and you can request more than one prompt. Even if someone does a suggested prompt before you, you can still request it for a different idol! Requests should be formatted like this: (member) + (hard thoughts). Ideally, I would love you to repost this to spread the word for the event, but it's not required.

The suggested thought prompts are down below!

Both prompt lists (not mandatory just some ideas!) are originally from @prompt-heaven ♥︎

1) classic only one bed, then oh no we’re cuddling in our sleep that then evolves into sex

2) hate fucking

3) friends with benefits 

4) first time

5) phone sex

6) public sex

7) possessive sex

8) sex outdoors

9) gangbang

10) casual threesome between pals

11) cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together

12) sex pollen

13) high on adrenaline kind of sex

14) make up sex

15) break up sex

16) inexperienced person gets a little “lesson”

17) reunion sex

18) complicated sex with an ex

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight

20) gentle comforting sex

21) overwhelmed, but happy crying during sex 

22) crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over 

23) depression sex in order to feel something good for once

24) messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after

25) filming it, either for private purposes or because they’re amateur pornstars

26) mutual masturbation

27) spying on/walking in on their partner touching themself 

28) sex in exchange for a favour

29) car sex

30) quiet airplane bathroom sex

31) touching the other while at the movies

32) sex while there is the background noise of a rainstorm outside

33) being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace 

34) pool/hot tub sex

35) stargazing that turns into sex

36) the classic “oh, let me help you put some sunscreen on” but then the little massage turns into something more

37) sex while camping

38) fucking in the bar bathroom and being too drunk to care about being quiet 

39) when the teasing in the dressing room gets a little too hot

40) shower/bath sex

I look forward to seeing you guys in my inbox! Again, thank you so much. Here's to another thousand! ♥︎

[milaalkhansah]

100 hal yang aku pelajari di 2024

1. Nggak ada orang lain yang lebih penting dalam hidup seseorang kecuali dirinya sendiri. Berhenti merasa spesial.

2. Berhenti berteman dengan seseorang yang menganggapmu saingan, bukan seseorang yang bersedia untuk diajak tumbuh dan berkembang bersama-sama.

3. Tidak ada seorang pun yang bertanggungjawab untuk membahagiakan dan memperjuangkan hidupmu selain dirimu sendiri. Semua orang sibuk dengan hidupnya masing-masing.

4. Mengubah hidup terkadang sesederhana mengubah pola pikir.

5. Satu-satunya waktu yang kita punya adalah saat ini. Later or tomorrow isn't a promise.

6. Everything takes time. So be patient for what we have been trying and wishing for.

7. Kebanyakan orang seringkali hanya ingin mendengar apa yang mereka percayai, bukan apa yang sebenarnya terjadi.

8. Tidak perlu menjelaskan sesuatu. Orang-orang yang mengerti tidak membutuhkannya, dan orang-orang yang membenci tidak akan mendengarkannya.

9. Hidup tidak akan berubah kalau bukan diri sendiri yang memulai untuk mengubahnya.

10. You vs you. Not others.

11. You deserve better.

12. Tidak ada kezaliman dalam takdir Allah bila kita beriman.

13. Sesungguhnya Allah Maha Baik dan cuman bisa berbuat baik. Jaga terus prasangka baik kita kepada-Nya.

14. Done is better than perfect.

15. Nobody can understand me better than Allah and myself.

16. Reality is what happens. Not what i think will happen.

17. Dream isn't what I'm thinking of, but what i create, build, and fight for.

18. if i don't wake up to pray qiyam, then i don't want it enough.

19. In order to make people understand i have to talk

20. My family needs 'thanks, ask, and sorry' from me too.

21. There's no benefit for anyone to know what i have done or what my kindness is.

22. Less is more.

23. World doesn't end just because i miss some people, made mistakes, or haven't learn something yet.

24. What's for me never miss me, and what's not for me always finding ways to go. 

25. Not everyone has the same heart as mine, nor think the way i think and that's okay.

26. If they wanted they would. I don't want to force anything anymore.

27. Two things I'll never forget: how someone treats me and what they made me feel.

28. Not everyone matters.

29. I will never accept any disrespect.

30. My peace over anything.

31. Time will pass anyway

32. If it’s the right time everything will be easier

33. Life keeps going with or without the people i think would stay

34. Everyone makes mistakes. Me either

35. Just because it's taking time, doesn't mean it's not happening

36. If they think they can find better, let them

37. People changes. Me either

38. Small progress is still progress

39. I don't need to understand everything

40. Growth requires discomfort

41. Im not what i thought

42. If i didn't different then nothing changes different too

43. My current self vs My old self. Don't compare myself with others cause it's not relevant

44. To be friends with me is to be privilege. And not all people have that privilege.

45. Maybe, it's a journey to finding myself, not finding a love

46. Sometimes i need to walk alone to truly find myself

47. Nobody's perfect

48. Forgive myself for not knowing what i didn't know before learning it

49. The wrong ones have to leave to make space for the right ones.

50. My new life will cost my old one

51. If it's possible for others, it's possible for me too

52. My past was a lesson, not a life sentence. Never be a prisoner

53. If i prayed for flowers don't be surprised if it starts rain

54. The way they treat me defines them. Not me

56. It has to fall apart temporarily before it falls into place permanently

58. Having boundaries is the way to have self-respect

59. The distance between my dreams and my reality is action

60. I'm much more learn from my mistakes not from theory

61. Some people won't stay

62. Words have a big power

63. It doesn't matter how good you explain yourself to others if Allah already knows how you are

64. Satu-satunya cara untuk mengetahui kita bisa apa enggak adalah dengan menjalaninya bukan dengan menebak-nebak

65. Ketakutan lahir dari ketidaktahuan dan tidak adanya persiapan

66. Jangan jadi menjadi obat bagi orang yang tidak mau sembuh

67. Terkadang, satu-satunya cara untuk bertahan adalah dengan meninggalkan

68. Tidak ada yang salah dengan menjadi lebih egois demi ketenangan dan kebahagiaan diri sendiri

69. Terkadang, respon terbaik adalah dengan tidak memberi respon

70. Menolong orang lain sama dengan menolong diri sendiri

71. My standards are never too high enough

72. I don't have to take the responsibility of everything

73. Some things are out of my control

74. I did all that i could

75. Cringe means growth too.

76. I'm stronger than i thought

78. I'm what i think

79. Love is real, because i exist

80. I deserve better

81. People are so lucky to know me

82. Never hate on previous of myself

83. I have nothing but hope

84. Be patience. Good things are coming

85. If someone isn't for me, Allah will never let me at peace with them

89. I was fine before them, i will fine after them too

90. Everything happens for a reason

91. Focus on improving not proving

92. Work in silence then let the success speak

93. Being nice doesn't mean making myself small for other people's comfort

94. Hard choice = easy life

Easy choice = hard life

95. Choose myself first before others

96. Sometimes being more heartless makes life get easier

97. Someone out there feels so grateful of meeting me

98. Wanting a sign, is a sign too.

99. I can always be a better version of my current self.

100. Look at people's actions. Not their words.

[whaledenwtf]

Professor!Gale x Reader - Extra Credit

Oh yeah, its all coming together. I really like the idea of Professor Dekarios and I find teachers really hot (and so is Gale). Also, since this is a student teacher scenario, I imagine the age difference to be about 10 years, with you being around 25 and Gale being 35. Both legal and consenting adults. So many people have already contributed to this scenario and I decided to try!! Hope I do this hot wizard justice. :)

AO3 LINK: Here

Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist: Here (MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN PLEASE REQUEST STUFF)

Warnings: afab!reader and Male Smut, Body Worship ( Female Receiving), Squirting (hehe), Creampie, Oral (Female Receiving), Sex on a desk (you're welcome), Praise Kink, Power Imbalance, CONSENSUAL Teacher and Student Dynamic, Slight Angst, Speaks of Academic Anxiety and Fear of Failure

My priority is always trying to keep the characters as close to their in-game personality as possible!!

WORD COUNT: 6892

You have been attending Blackstaff for the last couple of years. Nothing was truly noteworthy in that time, until your last semester of your last year. You were a flourishing wizard, excelling in every class. Until you were seated in his class.

In your first day of class with Professor Dekarios, you were taken aback by his good looks. You were so used to old stuffy wizards for professors that you could never fathom them to be young, and attractive. You were distracted by his looks, and then his knowledge. He's well-read, and holds the interest of all his students. You knew that most of your classmates were attracted to the wizard, but you felt so incredibly awkward sitting in his class spending the majority of it fantasizing about him.

"Here are your current marks in my course. Most of you are excelling-" He gives a pointed glare to the backrow of the class, who are all giggling at his attention. "But for those who find their grades are... less than subpar, you can speak to me after class or in my office hours." Your hands brush when he hands you your grade, and your heart speeds up a bit. After everyone has received their grade, you hear groans of exasperation and gasps of elation. Flipping over the paper, your eyes widen.

A-

This can't be right you think to yourself, questioning what you have done to slip from your perfect A+ average. Logically speaking, you knew this wouldn't kill you outright, but it sure felt like it would.

"Now, we will continue today's lesson with the history of the evocation spell Green-Flame Blade. Interestingly, the spell's origins come from-" His voice drowns out. Your heart thumps loudly in your ears. You felt... anxious; confined and claustrophobic. You feel a minor tremor go through your body. You snap out of it, and look up to see everyone packing up to leave. How long was I not listening? You ask yourself. You felt guilty, your wandering mind has allowed you to lose track on your priorities. You couldn't fail. You had to succeed, and push yourself further than you have ever had in your life. The line to speak to Professor Dekarios was not as long as you expected, but your anxiety had slowly increased with every second you were left waiting. Once the person in front of you had left, you step closer to his desk, shy and nervous.

"Ah, Miss (Y/N)! How can I help you today?" He is standing behind his desk, slightly bent over so he could lean over it.

"I wanted to speak to you about my grade, Professor Dekarios." He furrows his brows.

"You're grade? I'm surprised, considering you are my best student-" He shuffles closer to you, conspiratorially. "Between me and you, the entire class has an average of C+. You're the student who I see the most potential in." You blush at the words. You were surprised that you were his best student, considering the many talented and intelligent peers you were surrounded with. You find it difficult to believe the course average is a C+.

"I want to know if there is anything to raise my grade. I find this to be unacceptable, and wish to boost my grade." You whisper quietly. He hums.

"You remind me of myself when I was a young wizard. Despite the fact I excelled, I felt the need to better... the best." You've heard the rumours about your professor. He was once Mystra's Chosen, and the whirlwind romance was all anyone could talk about. One doesn't simply get chosen without reason; you had to have unimaginable potential and have such an understanding of the Weave that Mystra herself would welcome you.

"I remind you of yourself?" He hums in affirmation. He begins packing his things, before glancing up at you.

"You think that this grade is the end of your world. That the universe itself will implode around you." He states it as though he read your mind, and you wonder if he casted detect thoughts on your mind. "I see no issue with your grade, (Y/N). In all my years of teaching, you're the first student who even reached an A grade in any of my courses. You're an intelligent, talented wizard." You shake your head, frowning.

"Please, Professor Dekarios. Let me prove myself to you." He finishes packing up, before standing at full height and rubbing his beard.

"Well, perhaps I can find something that would be stimulating enough for your caliber." You smile wide then, and squeal.

"Oh thank you! Thank you! I won't let you down." He chuckles at your enthusiasm.

"Come to my office hours later tonight and we can further discuss what can be done." You nod, your cheeks straining from how wide your smile was.

"I'll see you then." You begin to walk away from his desk, picking up your things. As you walk out of his class, you turn around to look at him again. He is turned away from you, and you admire him from a distance. You cross the threshold of the door, head held high. You will prove yourself.

You were grateful that you could change out of the Blackstaff uniform you were forced to wear. You were in a blouse and skirt, with your Blackstaff cloak around your shoulders. You knock on the door of his office, nervous and excited.

"Come in." Despite being muffled, you could tell it was him. You open the door slowly, before walking in and closing the door behind you.

"Hi Professor Dekarios." He smiles up at you from his seat, waving over to the two armchairs infront of his desk.

"Take a seat, Miss (Y/N)." You go to sit down.

"You can just call me (Y/N)." You tell him, biting your lip. His eyes glance to your lips for a moment before connecting your gazes.

"Alright, (Y/N). I went ahead and took the liberty of getting your transcript and I must say I am truly impressed." You glance down to his hands to see him holding a piece of parchment. "I had not realized I had such a prodigal individual in my class, though I am not surprised. You have exceeded my expectations for what I see in students. I can say with certainty that we are more alike than I originally thought." You blush at his words, the praise from his lips making your heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you, Professor." He leans forward, to once again look over your transcript.

"That being said, imagine my surprise in seeing your transcript! Your grades are extraordinary. In both theory and practical courses you've achieved top grades." You hum as a response, nodding. His eyes snap up to yours, and you get struck by his beauty. In the light of his office, his eyes are a chocolate-brown. Despite having the most common eye colour, on him they seem well-placed. Perfect.

"Is there anything that may be affecting you outside of your studies? You may be my best student but I can tell your mind wanders elsewhere during my course." You blush and look down.

"My mind often wanders, and I am sorry about that." He hums, rubbing his beard in thought.

"Is there any issues at home? A particularly distracting significant other?" Your head snaps up at his words. He is watching you intently, his attention on you completely.

"Oh- um. No. No family to have issues with, and no relationship to be distracted by. Just me and my wandering mind." You see him exhale, and the tension in his shoulders leaves.

"Alright." He sounds pleased at the information. "Well, there isn't anything I can do regarding previous grades as they are already in the system-" You whimper, eyes watering. He stands to crouch next to where you are seated. He places a hand on your arm, rubbing it in a comforting matter.

"Please don't cry. I'm not particularly good at handling beautiful crying women. " You turn to look at him in shock.

"I'm sorry professor-" He cuts you off, still rubbing your arm.

"Please call me Gale." You nod, looking down. He goes to stand, knees cracking.

"However-" Your eyes snap up. "I may be able to give you an additional assignment that can boost your grade. Like I said, you're my top student and you don't need much to boost such a grade." In your excitement, you jumped up and hugged him.

"Oh thank you Gale! I won't let you down." His arms wrap around you as he chuckles.

"You can't disappoint me." He says with certainty. You look up at him blushing. His eyes glance down at your lips. After a breathe, you move away from him, biting your lip. He coughs, trying to clear the atmosphere.

"What do you need for the assignment?" He ponders this for a moment.

"As an exception, I'll accept anything. Whether that be a written assignment, practical application or otherwise." You smile.

"I can do that." He smiles at you, and you blush at his radiance.

"Perfect! As long as it is done before the final grades are processed the grade will be adjusted and your transcript unaffected." You nod excitedly.

"I'm forever in your debt, Gale." He waves you off.

"Pish-posh. Just trying to help." You turn to walk to the door, but before you can step further he grabs your hand gently. Your head snaps back to him.

"Please do not hesitate to speak to me if you need anything else." He squeezes your hand before letting go, and you've never felt such an acute sense of loss.

"Thank you. I may take you up on that offer." He smiles down at you.

"Take care of yourself (Y/N)." You nod, before leaving his office. You felt a sense of excitement, and were grateful for Gale's ability to bend the rules for you. You will not let him down.

The next time you see Gale was in class the next week. You decided to apply yourself further, and made it a personal goal to answer more questions and be part of more discussions. You can feel the ire from your classmates, but you ignore them in favour of basking in the validation and praise from Gale. "Very good, (Y/N)! The application of Mage Hand can be used only outside of combat! However, it can be used to pick up weapons. I remember once when-" He cuts himself off when a student raises their hand. You turn to look at the student, who you remember was one of the girls who usually interrupts class.

"So can we use it in the bedroom?" She asks flirtatiously. Her friends all giggle around her. You roll your eyes and look at Gale. He coughs to cover his shock.

"I-um. It can be." You smirk at his reply. His eyes glance at you and the side of his lips quirk up.

"Do you have any experience using it, professor?" He blushes.

"I don't think that's an appropriate question regarding the lesson." She sighs. Before anyone can speak up, the bell rings and people get up from their desks and leave. You walk up to Gale, holding your notebook. There are still some people in the class, wandering and speaking to eachother

"Hi Ga-Professor." He smiles at you.

"Hi (Y/N). How can I help?" He asks as he packs up his things.

"I have decided on what to do for the assignment." He perks up at your words.

"Wonderful! May I ask what you plan on doing?" You grin.

"It will be a surprise, but I will be casting a spell! No written assignment." He closes his bag and stands to his full height.

"I'm excited for your practical prowess. When do you plan on showing me this incredible act?" You think for a moment.

"Anytime that works with you." He nods to the door, silently asking you to follow him. You follow next to him as he speaks.

"I do not have any other commitments today." You bite your lip.

"Me neither." He opens the door for you, waving you to walk in front of him. You bow jokingly, before walking ahead of him. You both laugh as you walk out.

The walk to his office is filled with varying topics of conversation. From his Tressym, Tara, to topics regarding spells and their origins. You were slightly disappointed when you arrive to his office door, saddened by the end of your conversation. Once again, he opens the door and lets you in first.

"Let's get started! You are keeping me at the edge of my seat." He lays his things down before standing next to you.

"I've decided that I will be casting a spell above what you have taught us." His eyebrows jump up his forehead.

"Which spell?" He asks, curiously. You lay your things down, and raise your hands into position.

"Astral Projection." You tell him confidently. His jaw drops.

"Holy hells. Are you sure you will be able to cast it? What about the hour long casting time? Have you considered-" You cut him off as you begin the hand gestures.

"I've been concentrating for the last hour. I've also successfully casted this spell multiple times." You tell him. He leans forward on his desk, watching you intently. You begin to mutter the cast, the Weave flowing through you like water in a river. You look directly in his eyes as you mutter the last word, and then you feel yourself floating. Once you feel the ground under your feet, you look next to you and see Gale in awe.

"Phenomenal! You executed the spell perfectly- furthermore you concentrated during our conversation. I've never been so impressed by such a feat!" He tells you, his voice echoing in the astral plane. You grin at him.

"Did I pass?" You ask coquettishly. He laughs out loud, looking at the outline of his body.

"Pass? I'm considering sending a strongly worded letter to the Dean to have you graduate right away!" You laugh out loud. He walks forward, looking at the area in interest.

"Are you able to transport us into a different realm?" He asks excitedly. You giggle at his enthusiasm. He smiles at you.

"Of course. I have a place in mind!" You close your eyes, casting a silent spell. When you open them, you find yourself in your bedroom.

"Is this your bedroom?" He asks curiously. You nod, smiling.

"It is my safe haven. It's where I first casted most of my spells, and successfully astral projected for the first time." He walks around, looking at the stacks of books and trinkets with interest.

"It suits your style." He says gently. You blush at his words. He sits down on your bed, taking a book into his hands.

"Death and Divinity: A Godly Guide. Interesting tome." He tells you. You sit next to him, taking the tome in your hand.

"I was curious about death. It takes so much from us, and will take us too, one day." You tell him quietly, explaining how the tome got into your possession. He hums, placing a hand on yours.

"Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live." He says sadly. You turn to look at his profile, and see a sadness that seems exhaustive.

"Life gives us a lot. But it can also take. You're stronger than I am, especially after all you dealt with." You tell him as you squeeze his hand. His thumb caresses your hand gently.

"I am no stronger than any other man." He replies, looking at you.

"I find it difficult to believe that." You whisper to him. His eyes glance at your lips again.

"I'm afraid I am no different than any other. Quite ordinary." You glance at his lips, leaning closer.

"Nothing about you is ordinary, Gale Dekarios." He leans closer, and his lips graze yours. You drop the tome on the floor and grip him closer to you, basking in the comfort and warmth of his kiss. His tongue traces the seam of your lips and you gasp. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hands moving to grip your face as his tongue explores your mouth. You moan, leaning further into him. After a moment you separate, gasping out.

"I am so sorry." Gale apologizes profusely, standing. You stand with him, smoothing your hands down your clothes.

"Do not apologize. It's my fault." You tell him, embarrassed.

"I am the one who went further. I will be honest, (Y/N). You've captivated me. You are a constant in my thoughts. I apologize for being so unprofessional." Your heart sings at his words. You take his face into your hands and pull him into a kiss.

"The only reason I was distracted in your course was because I think of you. You occupy my thoughts- and I cannot stop." You tell him earnestly. His eyes widen.

"O-oh." You pull away to grip his hands.

"I'm sorry Gale. I understand this will only cause you problems. I can transfer course-"

"Absolutely not. Despite the fact that I am your professor, I can not imagine you removing yourself from my course. I- I do not want to let you go now that you are in my reach, and in my grasp." He tells you as he leans in, his breath fanning across your lips. He kisses you again, passionately. The back of your knees hit your bed, and you fall over. He climbs over you, still kissing you. As his hands begin to roam, your concentration snaps, and you find yourselves in his office.

The fantasy was ripped from you both. You are panting, eyes wide as you stared at your professor.

"I-" You start, breathless. He takes two steps forward, pupils blown wide.

"Please." He whispers. You wait for a moment, before the urge is too strong. You pull him down to kiss you, moaning and gasping into his lips. You open your mouth, and he spares no time in exploring it. Your tongues dance around each other, exploring and absorbing the other. You pull away when you hear footsteps outside the door. You jump from him as they get closer. You rush to hide under his desk, grateful that nobody could see you from the other side. The doorknob shifts, and someone walks in.

"Hi Professor Dekarios~" You frown as you hear the voice of that student who interrupted class today.

"To what do I owe the-" he harrumphs. "pleasure?" the way he said it with such disdain makes you smile.

"I heard another student speaking about an extra assignment and was wondering if it would be possible for me to have one as well?" You don't hear anything for a moment, but you assume Gale waved her over to the chair in front of his desk as you see his feet shuffle closer to you.

"I suppose I can do so. What did you have in mind?" He asks her as he sits down, trying to not kick you.

"I can think of a couple of things I can do to boost my grade." She says huskily. You bite your tongue, trying not to groan at her words.

"Well I am all ears." Gale tells her. You smile at his inability to understand her intentions.

"Well... We are here, in your office... alone." You can hear her lean forward by the way the chair creaks.

"Yes?" He asks her unsure. You stifle a giggle in your hand, which she didn't hear. He had heard your giggle, and nudged you with the toe of his shoe.

"I can do anything you like. Some have said I'm good with my mouth." He coughs out, and from your angle you see his eyes are wide like saucers.

"A-are you insinuating that- Absolutely not! I will have to send a letter to the Dean of the academy to have you cease your studies immediately-"

"B-but Professor-" She squeals out. He goes to stand.

"Not only is that incredibly disrespectful and unprofessional, but you make a mockery of wizardry itself. Leave now-" He says angrily, before pausing. "please." He ends softly. You hear her sobs as she runs out, the door slamming behind her. He sighs as he goes to lock the door. Once you hear the click of the lock, you make your way out from under his desk.

"I am sorry you had to hear that-" You wave him off.

"Do not apologize to me." He exhales loudly, rubbing a hand over his face which looked tired all of a sudden. You pick up your things which were hidden in the corner of the room.

"Are you leaving?" He asked sadly. You turn to him, biting your lip.

"I understand you have a lot on your plate, Gale. I do not want to add to it-" You walk towards him, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "But I also do not want to overstay my welcome after such a situation. It doesn't change what I said and how I feel." You reassure him. He closes his eyes, running his fingers through his hair.

"I feel the need to apologize for ruining the moment-" You cut him off, taking his face into your hand and caressing it with your thumb. His eyes flutter open, eyes gazing into you with tenderness.

"There will be many more moments. If you'd like-" You take a random sheet of paper from your notebook and scribble on it before tearing it off and giving it to him. "Here is my address. Send me a pigeon or come visit me." You graze his lips once more, before pulling away and unlocking the door. You turn to glance at him once more, and see he is holding the paper, rubbing his lips softly. You blush and turn away, heading home for the day.

That night, as you are sitting on your couch and reading a novel you hear a knock at the door. Your bare feet patter against the hardwood of your floors. You open the door to see Gale standing there, holding a bottle of wine and a bag full of books.

"Oh! Hi Gale." You usher him in, closing the door behind him as he toes off his shoes.

"I understand you probably did not mean I could come over tonight, but I had to see you again." He tells you. You blush at his words, before taking the items from his hands.

"You are welcome any time. Please, take a seat. I was just reading." You usher him to the couch, where he takes a seat and looks around your home, interested.

"I brought a bottle of wine and some literature. I thought you would enjoy it." He tells you shyly. You grin at him, and he is struck by your beauty.

"I don't need anything to enjoy your presence, Gale. The thought is appreciated regardless. Let me get us some glasses so we can enjoy it together." He nods at you, smiling. As you walk to the kitchen, you ponder the day over in your head. You were in awe of what transpired today; between you admitting your feelings for your professor, to him reciprocating those feelings! From the student who over imposed, to your perfect cast of Astral Projection. It was a taxing day, and you are glad you could relax before tomorrow's sun rose.

As you walk back to your living room, you see Gale has stood and looked over your bookshelves.

"Are you impressed?" He jumps at your words, before turning around and smirking.

"Many of these tomes I have at home. Quite a collection you have here." You smile, putting down the two glasses on an end table next to the couch.

"Not as extensive as I wish, but I will hope to get there." He turns around to look further, before chuckling. He pulls out a slim novel, grinning.

"The Tale of Tadpoles and Illithids; Saving Baldur's Gate-" He smirks at you, as you blush. "Didn't think you were such a fan. Want an autograph?" He teases you. You snatch the book out of his hand, sticking your tongue out.

"Not my fault you are an accomplished wizard and author. I happen to enjoy reading all sorts of topics and... well... I was interested." You admit to him. He puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in, before kissing the top of your head.

"I am interested too- in you, of course." He says confidently, before rushing in to add that last part. You laugh at his fumble, leaning your chin on his chest to look up at him.

"Is that so?" You ask him lowly, biting your lip. His eyes follow the movement, and he exhales softly. Now in the privacy of your home, in your space, you feel confident and sure of your actions and words.

"I do." He whispers. You pull away from him, taking his hand in your own and tugging him to the couch.

"Let us enjoy good wine and great company." You tell him, smiling as he gets comfortable.

"Thank you for-" He harrumphs, blushing. "-for letting me in." You pour the wine into the glasses, handing him one. You edge yourself closer to him, the heat of his body warming you in different ways.

"Of course. I won't leave you outside. I extended an invitation for a reason." You lean against your hand, taking a sip of wine. You moan at the taste, your tongue swiping across your lips to catch any stray drops. He blushes into his glass, all of a sudden bashful.

"Was there anything in particular you wanted to speak about?" You ask him curiously, after a minute of silence. He looks down at the glass in his hand, swirling it around.

"I just wanted- no needed- to see you. I do not know how to traverse this path we laid out for ourselves... I mean, I am your professor! I cannot help wanting you in every way, and any way. Intellectually, spiritually, physically-" He ends huskily. You gulp a sip of wine, blushing into the glass. "You have taken my thoughts hostage, and I cannot help but be gravitated to you. You are phenomenal in ways I admire, and like a moth to a flame, I am magnetized." Your thigh bumps into his as you pull your legs up onto the couch.

"I am honoured that you think so highly of me. I can't help but feel concerned that you will realize I am not much. You've experienced so much, and I feel- no; I know- that I will come short of your expectations." You tell him honestly, sighing. His hand makes itself known on your thigh, his thumb caressing circles into the thin fabric of your lounge clothes.

"I cannot let you think for a moment that you will come short of any expectations I have. You've exceeded any and all expectations I have had in others for the longest time. You're absolutely radiant. Let me show you." His hand begins to move upwards. You bite your lip as your gaze trails from his hand, to his face. He was already watching you intently, looking for any sign of denial.

"Please." You whisper, echoing his words from earlier today. He stands to take both your glasses and sets them down, before crouching down in front of where you are seated on the couch.

"May I?" He whispers, looking up at you. You can't help but feel as though he was a worshipper, and you, his goddess. You felt a pang of adoration for him, and cannot help but understand what enthralled Mystra when she came upon him. He was utterly irresistible, and you were tired of resisting against him and his charm. You nod, swallowing in excitement. His hands caress your calves, going up and massaging your thighs. He takes his time, even laying soft kisses on the top of the fabric covering your thighs. His eyes glance up as he does so, taking in the small gasps and sighs of pleasure coming from your lips. He slowly tugs the fabric of your pants down, pulling them off your feet and folding it with a gentleness you admire.

You are already buzzing in excitement, pupils blown wide and hands gripping the fabric of your couch. When he looks up from his task, he is aroused at the fact you were parading around without any undergarments.

"You little minx. I cannot wait to devour you. Would you like that?" You moan, your hand going to his hair and tugging as you nod excitedly. He chuckles at your enthusiasm, before his hands go to your knees to spread you open. You whimper as he does so, and the groan he lets out when he sees you spread open for him is whorish.

"Look at the mess you have made for me. Such a good girl for me." He whispers into the skin of your inner thigh, his beard scratching you deliciously. You whimper at his words, one of your hands going up to your top to pull it up over your breasts so you could play with them.

"J-just for you." He moans as you speak, inhaling your scent. Your core pulsates at the action, your cunt tightening around nothing as your slick leaks out.

"You smell delicious. I know I will get drunk off the taste of you." He tells you before kissing your clit. You arch off the couch, your foot sliding up and finding purchase on his back. He curls his forearms under your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge of the couch, and the show of his strength makes you moan out his name. He begins to lick your lower lips, moaning into you at your taste.

"Gods, I have dreamt of this for months. I will make sure you cum on my tongue more than once tonight. Consider that a promise, sweetheart." He says into your core, eyes looking up at you.

The picture you painted was gorgeous, with blushing skin and half-lidded eyes. Your hand is holding your breast in your hand, playing and tugging with its peak. He keeps his gaze on you as he expertly explores your inner sanctum. You gasp, moan and whimper at every flick and swipe of his dexterous tongue, his name a prayer on your lips. His tongue prods at your entrance, as one of his hands spreads you open further. He thrusts into you with the appendage, as his nose bumps into your clit. He pulls away to suck the pearl, groaning at the sight of you arching painfully off the couch in pleasure. Your other hand finds itself in his hair, tugging on it and pushing him further into your cunt. You feel the coil in your lower belly snap, and you shout, your body almost split in half from the way you arch. You can feel your spend rush out of you, squirting and coating Gale's lower half of his face; you think even his shirt is drenched. You have minor convulsions of oversensitivity and Gale continues to lick you, groaning at your taste.

"O-oh. P-please ah. I'm sensitive." You whimper into the air, body hunched over. You felt like jelly. As your eyes come into focus, you see Gale looking at you with a dark look in his eyes.

"I promised more than once. I will deliver through with that promise. Be a good girl and hold your legs for me." You whimper, your arms limply moving to hold them up for him. His arms uncoil from your thighs to gather some of your slick from the inside of your thighs. He looks directly into your eyes as he licks up the spend, his tongue weaving through his digits. You whine, gyrating your hips. He chuckles at the movement, before taking two of his spit-riddled fingers and thrusting them into you. He groans at your tightness, scissoring his fingers to spread you open.

"You are so good for me. Want me to make you feel good?-" You nod, whimpering. "Such a good girl. Can't wait to make you scream my name again. This time I'll make you cum on my fingers." You never expected Gale to be so forward and... dirty. Hearing those words come from lips that brought you to another dimension of pleasure was nothing short of thrilling, and your body was already begging him for more. You nod, tears welling in your eyes from the overwhelming need you felt for the man who spent the last twenty minutes worshipping your figure. He begins to thrust his fingers as his tongue laps up at your still sensitive clit. You knew you wouldn't last long with the way his tongue and fingers worked together to make you come apart for him.

Your hand finds itself back at the roots of his hair, tugging the strands. He groans at the action, kissing the side of your inner thigh as his eyes glitter with adoration.

"Gods. I do not know how I could ever let you go after tonight." He whispers. You suppose he was speaking to himself, but you heard him and you felt an overwhelming sense that your heart felt... full. You're not sure if it's the arousal, the adrenaline from the mind-blowing orgasm or something that is just Gale Dekarios, but you decided it was a dangerous feeling. Those three words made your tongue feel like lead, and his touch was distracting enough for you to only let out sounds rather than words. He started tracing letters on your clit, and you begin gyrating on his face again, his beard burning you slightly.

"That's it, sweetheart. Take what you need from me. Gods you are beautiful. I love seeing you like this." You gasp out when you hit your peak again, explosions behind your eyelids. You tightened around his fingers, whimpering and mumbling nonsense in your deliriousness. Your ears are ringing, and you just babble words. For a moment, he looks at you with shock before he gazes at you with adoration, petting your hair and kissing random parts of your body as you come down from your high. Once the last tremor goes through you and you can hear the world again, you look around and realize he is laying down under you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you struggle with the loss of time you faced.

"I-I never experienced... What happened?" You ask him, turning over so you were chest to chest. He chuckles at your questions, his hands caressing your back and arms.

"Not to toot my own horn, but you seemed very adamant in not coming back down from your high. Said such nonsensical things..." He whispered, kissing your lips. You fidget on his chest. your thigh bumping into his bulge as he groans.

"What did I say?" You whispered worriedly.

"You said you loved me-" You groan, hiding your face in his chest, which you now notice is shirtless. Just how much did you miss? "Now don't hide such a beautiful face-" His hand finds itself at the back of your neck, positioning you to look up at him. "I love you too, you know." He whispers, the hand at the nape of your neck pulling you forward into a passionate kiss. You felt overstimulated, between the kiss, your heightened adrenaline and the fact he laid his heart bare- you wanted to give yourself to him wholly. You pull away from his lips, hands on his chest so you could look down at him.

"I need you." You tell him blankly. His eyes widened.

"Do not feel the need to please me. What I did, I wanted to. I will never ask you to reciprocate." He tells you, his hand pushing away stray hairs and tucking them behind your ear.

"I don't remember stuttering, Professor Dekarios." In a sudden show of strength, he picks you up and lays you on the closest flat surface - your desk.

"Such a naughty girl." He tells you, groaning. As your back is laid flat on the desk, you spread your legs, biting your lip.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Your foot nudges the seam of his pants, toeing the button holding them up. He closes his eyes, biting his lip.

"If you continue that I will not last as long as I'd like." He tells you honestly, groaning. You pull your foot away, but he grabs it to kiss your calf. You smile up at him, as he gazes into your eyes adoringly.

"Gods. How lucky am I?" He whispers into your skin. You giggle, running a hand through his hair sweetly.

"I feel as though I'm the lucky one." You tell him, smile widening. His hand goes to the button of his pants, pulling it out of the loop. His pants fall, leaving him in his undergarments. He pulls those off too, leaving him completely bare. You raise yourself onto your elbows to admire him.

His physique was exquisite, with defined muscle and the perfect amount of hair. His chest had a light scattering of it, which then trailed down to his belly button before becoming coarser and showing a darkened happy trail, which was accentuated by his v-line. His trail goes lower until it reaches the base of his cock, as trimmed as the rest of him. What excited you, though, was his cock; it was like the rest of him- perfect. He was above average in length and girth, and the tip was flushed with pearls of precum leaking from his slit. He pumps himself once, then twice, before smirking down at you.

"Admiring what you see?" He asks cheekily. You bite your lip as your eyes trail back up to his face.

"I'd like a taste." You whisper sensually. He gulps loudly, before his hand goes to the back of his neck.

"Ah-That won't be necessary. I'd much rather bring you to the planes of ecstacy." You pout at his words.

"Next time I want to please you. Bring you passion." You respond. He smiles.

"Next time?" He's being cheeky again. You hum, taking your legs into your hand and bending in half to present yourself to him. Your hands are on the insides of your knees, and this angle shows your puffy and overstimulated pussy. He groans at the sight, and another pearl of precum leaks from his cock.

"Please... Gale. No more teasing." You whimper, watching as his hand strokes himself again. He nods, shuffling closer to you. He rubs the head of his cock against your slit, bumping into your clit. You jump at the touch, gasping. You then feel the tip of him go to your entrance, entering it slightly before pulling away.

"GA-" You couldn't even finish saying his name, as he bottoms out in one thrust, both of you moaning in unison. His thrusts are slow but deep, his girth stretching you to your max; and his length poking at your cervix. He thrusts slowly, his eyes gauging your reactions and what you like.

"M-more." You whisper. He begins to speed up, the friction between you both making lewd noises that fill the space. All you can hear in your living room is the slapping sounds of him thrusting into you, your pussy's wetness and the joined whimpers. He leans in closer to kiss you, his chest rubbing against your nipples. The change in angle also leads him to go deeper, his tip kissing your cervix much more roughly. You feel your end coming closer, your moans loud against his lips. He pulls away, looking at you with hooded eyes.

"Give it to me. Cum on my cock." He tells you roughly. You feel his fingers begin to rub tight circles around your clit. The coil snaps, and you cum around him, gasping his name repeatedly. As you ascend, Gale groans into your neck, your tightening walls bringing him to his end quickly. He stills, filling you with his seed. You both stay there, panting. As you descend from your highs, you feel yourself be lifted by Gale, who brings you to your bedroom.

He lays you on the bed, before going into multiple rooms. You hear him go aha! from your position on the bed. Lifting yourself onto your forearms, you see him walk back in with a cloth. He wipes you down gently, one hand on task and the other carding itself in your hair. Once he deems you clean enough, he lies next to you and pulls you into his arms. He kisses your forehead and sighs.

"Thank you." You tell him, curling into his embrace as you lay your head on his chest.

"For what?" He asks you curiously. You lean your head up to look into his eyes.

"For allowing me extra credit." He chuckles and leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back sweetly, excited for what your future will look like now that he is in your life.

[cyberscratch]

werster and susie interaction comic after a suggestion from a friend. some of it was rushed due to circumnstances out of my control, so i apologize for the bad writing (also, yk. non native english speaker)! text transcription with some fixes is under the cut!

+ bonus context + possible future mini comic (i hc the axe gerson gives susie is a paint brush. despite her having more stuff in canon with music than visual art... as an artist i obviously focus on the latter for my little fan oc interaction comic.)

text transcription, sorry it's styled this way, copy and pasting this on Mobile from discord. best i got!

(2) [BANG BANG BANG]

(3) W: Hey, easy on the door, would'ya?!

(4) W: Oh, it's Susie!

W: From Ms. Alphys class, right?

S: Yup.

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(5) W: What brings you here?

S: ...

(6) S: You do art classes here, right?

(7) W: Oh, I do! Why, would you be interested?

(8) S: Um - No - Yea, I mean -

(9) S: Duh. Obviously. Why else would I be here?

(10) W: Y'know! I'm a tad surprised!

(11) S: For... For what?

(12) W: You called my classes 'dumb'!

S: HEY! I THOUGHT THE *ART* WAS KICK-ASS!

(13) W: GWAA HA HA HA!

(14) W: Eh, don't fret it, lass. Appreciation for art is a skill. Come on in!

(15) S: Wait, you're taking me in? For real?

W: Yup!

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(16) W: Don't mind the mess.

(17) W: So, what kinda art skills are we workin' with here?

S: Uh, none. Like, at ALL.

(18) W: Really, nothing at ALL?

(19) W: Tell you what. Show me what you've got!

S: Dude, what?!

(20) S: Sorry, I mean... Don't you usually do like, boxes and stuff first?

(21) W: Eh, it's mandatory school (material).

W: Either way, I just gotta know what YOU can do.

(22) S: So like, what do I draw?

(23) W: Whatever.

(24) S: Shouldn't you teach me what, though?

(25) W: Gwa-ha! Nope!

W: Here, focus on the blank canvas.

(26) W: What drives you?

(27) W: What ignites a flame within you?

(28) W: Your dearest inspiration. Hold onto that thought.

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(29) S: Psh. That's pretentious as hell.

W: OR draw a dragon! I saw you ooglin' my art there!

(30) S: (Nah) I know what I'll draw.

(31) S: [Damn. I don't even know if I'm supposed to wash the brush. Or how to do anything.]

(32) S: [How do artists even do this?]

(33) W: [And they say this girl's trouble.]

(34) S: ...

(35) S: Just tell me it's ass.

*(There was meant to be a pause here)*

(36) W: You really care about your friends, don't you?

S: ...Yeah.

(37) W: What you see as "ass", I see as you spilling your heart out! W: What you lack in other aspects... (You) make up (for it) in passion! AND you'll learn (more)!

(38) W: The moment you create anything, it's art!

W: You pass the first lesson!

(39) S: Pass?!

(DONT ASK WHY THE PART BELOW IS NORMAL. IDK FORMATTING. TUMBLR IS FUNCTIONAL.)

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(40) S: I didn't even sign up (yet)! W: Would you like to? (41) S: … S: Hell yes. (42) W: HELL yes! That's the spirit! S: HEEELL YESS!

(43) S: Though, can I ask you a question? W: Yea, shoot. (44) S: The teacher in my class… BEFORE Ms. Alphys… (45) S: Gerson Boom? S: That's your dad, right…? (46) W: GWAA HAA HA - W: -ha! Yup! Me 'n Alvin's! (47) W: Haa haa… (48) W: He would've loved to (have) you. (49) S: Really? Huh… S: I, uh… Think he raised good kids. (50) S: (And) From what I know… S: You're a lot like him! That's all. (51) S: Thanks for the lesson, Mx. Boom. (52) W: Pleasure havin' ya, kid! W: See you soon.

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(53) W: That girl's a riot.

W: Oh dad... You would've gotten along (so) well.