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seiyasabi · 3 years

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A Shifter’s Dream

(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution

TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)

“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you.

Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment.

She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part…

“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face.

“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!”

The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.”

Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements.

The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him.

He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate.

Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college.

Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult.

The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day!

But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him.

Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot.

Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.”

Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside.

Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big!

“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel.

You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere!

So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel.

A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction.

“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”

“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.”

Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you.

A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam.

Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!”

With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”

To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it.

You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit.

“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets.

His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible.

“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream.

He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible,

Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately.

“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!”

Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you.

“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”

#yandere n'doul #yandere n'doul x reader #n'doul x reader #jjba x reader #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #yandere jojo

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tgammsideblog · 2 years

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The Ghost and Molly Mcgee youtube livestream summary

Crew participants: Bill Motz and Bob Roth (Creators)-Dana Synder (Scratch)- Ashly Burch (Molly)- Lara Miller (Libby)- Steve (Excecutive producer)

Favourite episode:

Ashly: The Best of Nintentions

Dana: Mama's Gotta Hustle

Lara Miller: Friend Off

Bob Roth: Innocent Until Proven Ghostly

Bill Motz: Festival of Lights

Favourite part about Molly and Scratch's friendship

-Ashly says that she loves how Molly and Scratch help each other to be better people.

Does Scratch little house's decoration has a meaning behind it?" "Maybe"

Lara Miller is happy that people like Libby

Libby's mother name is Lya (I couldn't get this one)

Bill Motz "The last five episodes are wild"

Ashly talks about how Lara, Dana and her used to work together in OK KO Let's be heroes! Show

Ashly says that Molly would like watching Amphibia

Bob Roth likes the ghostsonas the fandons creates. Bill Motz adds that their own ghostsonas appear in the last five episodes.

Dana makes a joke about Scratch's ectoplasm is under -3C

"How old Scratch is?" "Spoilers"

"Are we going to learn about Scratch's past?" "Yes"

Steve-excecutive producer show- joins the stream

Favourite songs from the show:

Steve: "It's a Loose Loose"

Dana: "Together Forever"

Bob: "Fried Food"

Lara: The slam poetry song from Talent Show

Ashly: "My best friend's Bat Mitzvah"

Bill Motz shows a pre demo intro song when the show used to go by "The Curse of Molly Mcgee"

Ashly and Dana sing My Best Friend Bat Mitzvah!

Ashly sings "Just Give"!

Cut concepts from the show:

Darryl has a twin sister who acted like his lawyer in some episodes

Tammy used to go by Andrea in the pilot episode (The Unnatural)

The B plot in the pilot was about Darryl running one his scams by selling hot dogs

The show didn't use to be a musical at the start

Molly had a baseball song in the pilot, this would have taken place while Scratch gets summoned by the Ghost Council

They mention the "It was a credit union" twitter account

The winners fron the poster contest are said

They talk about their favourite and least favourite parts of the animation process

Ashly mentions how she loves to see the fandoms' reaction to watching the episodes.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #bob roth #bill motz #disney channel #lara miller #dana synder #ashly burch #tgamm interview #tgamm stream

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potteresque-ire · 3 years

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Commentary ~ Little Red Little Green Episode 18, “Fruits & Found Family”

Link to original post in Chinese, posted 2021/05/23. Link to official English translation.

(Disclaimer / Notes + Commentary under the cut!) (TW: possible eating disorder)

Disclaimer / Notes:

While the posts by Little Red Little Green (LRLG) are among my most favourite candies, I’d like to remind everyone that they are fake rumours, and should be read and enjoyed as such. ie, all CPN below!

The English translation linked above is the only one authorised by the Fake Rumour House; therefore, please treat all content below as a very casual, very *unofficial* convo between fellow turtle friends! ❤️💛💚

With Chinese being a highly region-specific language, my reactions to it is necessarily filtered through my background, which is, admittedly, somewhat removed from Gg’s, Dd’s and LRLG’s. However, it is not uncommon for even c-turtles (and several times, LRLG themselves) to be lost with what they read / heard due to regional differences ~ which reflects the reality of communicating in the Sinosphere. In fact, the regionality of the dialects used by different “characters” in LRLG’s dialogues is among the most critical elements that make these posts so authentic-sounding, and so difficult to replicate. A fun activity of following LRLG is to watch c-turtles patch their regional knowledge together, from local slangs to food choices, to make sense of what’s going on.

Okay, with that all said *phew* ... onto the commentary! “p. X” refers to the panel number in the official English translation (there are 7 total in the Twitter post).

p1. “Fairy”

Likely referring to the similarity between Gg’s current role for 玉骨遥 (The Longest Promise) and LWJ. Dd was praising Gg for being “fairy-like”; Chinese “fairies” (仙) have a certain style especially in visual media, similar to ... LWJ’s ~ otherworldly, white robes that billow in the wind, peaceful to the point of distant, scholarly, delicate. In between the lines, Gg likely said he was simply playing LWJ (hence, the ”act another me” in the translation), which Dd protested... and said Gg was simply playing himself. Whether that means DD IS NOT LWJ!!!!! 😡😡😡 or something else, we’ll know what we get to watch the show!

p1-p2. “Heat”

Yes about the Chang’e 嫦娥 reference!! Despite Houyi 后羿 shooting down 9/10 suns and saving the day, his wife is, indeed, more famous (and therefore the star, the more powerful one), because she’s frequently featured in Mid-Autumn festival art, along with her pet rabbit 玉兔 (”Jade Rabbit”),:

(Chang’e with her bunny, traditional Chinese painting. Source.)

Below is Gg’s rendition of Chang’e / Jade Bunny pair ~ Chang’e being the superman in the drawing while Jade Bunny is crouching on the planet!!

Guess of the missing convo from Gg’s side: Gg had wanted to bring something to Hengdian (where the filming of The Longest Promise was taking place) to cool himself down, and Dd had said it wasn’t necessarily. Hence Dd’s “My bad my bad” and the promise to send that something to Gg.

The loveliest line in this segment for me—and for many c-turtles— is the one about white hair. Turning grey a common, but very old-fashioned way of expressing worry and poor Dd, who hasn’t even turned 24, is claiming he was turning white because he got so worried every time Gg complained about the heat (Aww).

Turning grey with worry isn’t limited to romantic situations — it may happen to doting parents with wayward children, for example, or to ancient patriots over their crumbling kingdom. However, it’s also one of the more (very!) dramatic ways to communicate tragic love in Chinese fiction before Western influence allows “love”, as a term / word / character, to be used explicitly in writing romance.

Here’s a little example, a little diversion that may be of interest. Those who are familiar with the Wuxia classic Return of the Condor Heroes 神雕俠侶 by Jin Yong 金庸, whether it’s the book or its numerous visual adaptations, may remember how the hero, Yang Guo 楊過, went white at his temples overnight after his Shifu and lover, Xiao Long Nv (小龍女), didn’t show up at the cliff at the end of his 16-year wait for her.

Set photo from a TV adaption of Return of the Condor Heroes, 1995. Turtles may find the actress playing the perenially white-wearing, calm-to-the point-of-aloof Xiao Long Nv, Carmen Li 李若彤, familiar ~ she also played Lan Yi in The Untamed.

The 16-year wait, the invitation to Carmen to play Lan Zhan’s ancestor (when the two shared similarities in aesthetics and personality), were two of the three references from Return of the Condor Heroes I picked up from The Untamed (the last one was more specific—WWX mentioned Yang Guo’s master 獨孤求敗). This tribute is unconfirmed, but MXTX did say before that Jin Yong’s works were her inspiration. I also read a (small) discussion on whether LWJ’s hair carried a few pieces of white in the final episode, or if the lighter strands in it were a trick of the sunlight. (Here’s a screenshot of the approximate place to look!!)

While I lean towards the latter (the sunlight), turning white with worry, with love, is a tradition in Chinese storytelling. Here’s a little something I’ve noticed too, on this note ~ both in the actual interviews and in these fake rumours, Dd’s word choices, the way he conveys emotions are sometimes surprisingly traditional. It can be because of his background (which would require a study of how Luo Yang people and Koreans talk); it can be because the traditional way of talking allows for fewer words to be said, fewer things to have to be explicitly explained (example: LWJ), but the effect is that Dd has supplied the most romantic lines in LRLG’s posts because of that ~ romantic because it harks back to the rhythm, the themes of old poetry, of ancient stories that, as were true everywhere in the world, were about love.

Okay, back to the rumour (and hoping Dd won’t look like Bad Wig Yang Guo in a few more summers!) ....

The line after the one about white hair ... the way I understand the original Chinese sentence is “Heat is The Reason”: ie, anything Dd wants Gg to do and Gg disagrees, Gg would use heat as The Reason (R) to not do it. This anything may be eating, for example, which also has a strong possibility as conventional Chinese wisdom says that heat causes people to lose appetite. Dd’s worry would therefore be: Gg refusing to eat because he claims it’s too hot to do so.

“Corny joke” ~ the Chinese for this is, literally, “cold 冷 joke 笑話”, which becomes a pun as the gzry (team members)’s joke was about the (cold) winter and black hair. So... Dd threw a corny joke to combat a corny joke :D .

p3. “Apple”

The first half I also had to rely on c-turtles to help me interpret what it meant! Regional dialects aside, LRLG has captured dls’s very quick wit, the way his ideas freely hop from one concept to the next and this hopping carries traditional + popular cultural references that I know only a fraction of, not being a local after all.

I’ve read an additional interpretation of this segment: “big fruit” 大果兒 (as in dls: “Those are all big fruits, all big fruits”) is a Northern Chinese, traditional slang for women—dls might have connected that with the previous line in the convo about being Guowang, as explained in the translation, and “big and juicy” + “touch to feel” being suggestive phrases. Then, given the rare usage of the big fruit = women slang, dls expressed surprise that Dd understood what he meant, went on to say he expected Gg to know it (implying Gg could’ve taught Dd the meaning) ...

Which led to the entertaining part of this segment. Dd was like “You guys (= Gg + dls) talked?” Dls appeared to have thought of the scenario customarily inviting this question (scenario: someone on the verge of catching their spouse cheating) and began playacting that scenario, started to stammer ... as if he had just been got caught trying to chat up someone’s spouse ~ ”I-I-I....how to say it ...”. Dd caught on dls’s playacting and went along, continued with the “accusation”: “You’re stammering”. Dls then noted that Dd’s accusation was scary and Dd smiled, ending the playact ~ so, ah, readers, never mess with Dd’s spouse!! Dd gets scary!!

(BTW: ”nijia na kouzi” 你家那口子 was explained in the translation for a reason ~ It’s a warm, friendly term for a dear friend’s spouse. 😊)

p4. Lychees

Lychees. Has everyone tried them? It’s important not to over-eat them though...

In which the “Feeding Gg” saga continues! This segment is one of those that are wonderful for fic writers who wish to capture Gg and Dd in words. Gg, like many brought up in traditional families, has trouble saying “no” outright, which is often considered rude. As such, he resorted to delay tactics, something he had also done with the fried noodles in The Makeup Room BTS.

In the BTS, his delay tactics had been to argue that Dd hadn’t eaten his box of noodles and therefore, he couldn’t start (~2:35 mark)—as proper manners indeed dictated. In this dialogue, his delay tactics was to say he’d eat the lychees later, that the lychees would make him too full for the proper meal (rice).

A cute thing about this convo is that rather than pouting and grumbling his only being LWJ’s replacement (as he had hilariously done in the BTS), Dd had, apparently over the last three years, become an expert on countering such delay tactics. He peeled the lychees, which not only removed a major obstacle for eating, but also set a timer as peeled lychees get dry quickly (and Gg, despite being a picky eater, didn’t seem to like to waste food). He said the fruit could make appetiser. He got the help of their team members, who assured Gg that two lychees would be all right.

Gg’s response to the assurance... takes a little time to explain.

The original Chinese line for “Great, great, you’re so awesome” was 絕了絕了你們絕了。 “絕了”, a popular phrase used by Chinese netizens, was repeated three times.

絕, literally, means the extreme, the absolute, the end. 絕了 means pretty much the same ~ a thing that is 絕了 is standing en pointe at the edge of the cliff that is The Absolute End of a spectrum. It is the Ultimate. It can't be surpassed. It’s unbeatable.

絕了 is usually used in a positive sense, as in the English translation, with the positive being implied. If I say the LWJ photo above is 絕了, for example, I don’t need to specify that the extreme in 絕 stands on the good end. It’s understood given the audience of this post are mostly turtles (HELLO *waves*). We’re all heart-eyes here. We agree, without saying, that this photo is The Top, The Pinnacle; it can’t be better. 絕了 is higher praise than Excellent; it’s so good that there are no adjectives for it. Its own presence defines How Good It Is.

But 絕了 doesn’t have to be positive. If my audience is Su She ... he’s likely to take the same “This LWJ photo is 絕了” to mean the Mariana Trench kind of Absolute—the bottom of the bottom, the Unbeatable, Adjective-Defying Worst.

絕了 allows for that understanding too.

In this scenario, I interpret Gg’s 絕了 as taking the meaning of both extremes (which make it a fantastic phrase choice!): that Gg thought Dd and the team members were being both the Absolute Best (for thinking of Gg, caring for him) AND the Absolute Worst (for going against his wish to not eat!) Gg’s 絕了 also signals defeat; if Dd and his team members were The Absolute ... Whatever, then poor Gg had no choice but to yield to their wishes. I can already imagine his “I can’t believe I lose this way” Look (see: every rock-paper-scissors he lost, which was ... pretty much all of them), mixed with, perhaps, a healthy amount of bunny tooth warning (how dare Dd et al banded up against him)...

Those bunny teeth had to be taken care of, right? And so Dd went on to say lychees being good omen that ensure things would go smoothly for the eater... targeting Gg’s being a, as c-turtles call it, 小迷信 (literally, “Little Superstitious”, a young + adorable + superstitious person). Dd said that to help Gg justify the choice to eat, to make Gg feel better about his defeat.

(Of note: I had actually never heard of lychees being associated with good luck before, and a quick search online also didn’t yield any result. This could be a relatively rare association Google failed to catch ... or something Dd made up on the fly to make Gg happy.)

(Lychees have, however, been associated with romance. If Emperor’s Smile 天子笑 was The Love Drink in The Untamed, then what is Concubine’s Smile 妃子笑? Answer: it’s the RL name of a type of lychees, lychees being the fruit very much adored by Yang Yuhuan 楊玉環, the consort of the Emperor Xuanzong (685-762 BCE) of the Tang Dynasty and one of the four most beautiful woman in Chinese history. Since lychees had only been grown in southern China, the emperor had had the fruit couriered, in express mode involving many horses, to the palace up north to please his favourite wife. Lychees had become a symbol of love from that historical tale.)

Did Gg get Dd’s message then, the love and care packaged in those peeled, sweet fruit awaiting his bite? Yes, but not without a little more fight! “Eat eat eat, (I’ll eat) until you go bankrupt” is a literal translation of his final line. Tonally, I can see the following as being an alternative translation:

“Fine fine fine. I’ll eat, it’s not like I can bankrupt you by eating anyway!”

If it sounded a little sulky, that’s because it did ... a little sulky AND fiery. As expected from our favourite Chongqing Big Pepper 😂😂😂 (Poor Gg).

Dd smiled at that, needless to say. He won!!! He got Gg to eat!! The world shall rejoice!!

p5. “Showtime”

There’s a show coming up for Dd (the YH concert maybe?), and Gg offered suggestions.

The sweet point of this segment is about half-way down the conversation, in the piece of paper 📄 Gg gave to Dd (after “This is for you.”). Dd took the paper, noted the many words on it, and started saying 我把我整個靈魂, translated as “I bring my entire soul”.

c-Turtles have, based on these words, hypothesised that Dd was about to read out a quote that Gg had written on the paper, with the list of items Gg thought Dd should take, before Gg stopped him with a call of his name (“WYB”). The quote was included on the translation (”I give you my entire soul...only, a little good, love you.”) I have also talked about the same quote, in more detail, here.

I’m equally stumped on the final line of this segment. (Sorry!!)

p6. “Found Family”

It’s a heartwarming segment. While LRLG had previously noted that the TTXS bros had communicated with Gg, this segment made clear that they care for him like they do for Dd ~ as family.

* dls mailed Gg a lot of fruit for sharing with the film crew. “Family member needs to be impressive” is a rough translation, but this line does defy simple translation because 排面 a highly cultural concept that has much to do with the equally complex, Chinese concept of face (which this article explains... somewhat adequately). The message to take home is that dls cared enough about Gg that he wanted to make sure Gg wouldn’t lose face in front of the film crew; that, by having enough gifts (fruits) for everyone, Gg wouldn’t be viewed as cheap or inadequate or stingy, or whatever adjective that wouldn’t befit his top idol status. Because dls saw Gg as a member of his family.

* The prescription from hg had been mentioned in a previous LRLG rumour. 方子 is a Chinese medicine prescription, which, unlike Western formulations, is individualised both to the discomfort / ailment and to the “body constitution” of the person who'll take it, the latter deciding the kind of ailments the person is susceptible to, and which ingredients are expected to be more effective. Chinese medicine also places a strong emphasises on long-term conditioning, whether it’s for recovery from a certain condition or for general good health. A good 方子 is therefore a far more complex and personal thing than, say, a scribble of “paracetamol” / “acetaminophen” on a piece of paper. :D

* fg’s gift for Gg (xx) is something for the waist. A brace support, maybe? For example?

My favourite line in this segment is when hg asked what will Gg and Dd do when they reach hg’s age. Given that the last two items (the prescription and xx) were health-related, I interpreted it as hg worrying about Gg and Dd’s health when they grow old... with all the health problems they already have. It’s the kind of thing a worried parent say to their children ~ my mom has said the same thing to me as well. 😢

p6. “The Cat Paw”

Not quite sure what’s happening here ... not sure what the cat paw is. (Sorry!!) But that é in the translation is Dd’s signature laugh (collection here), which is written as 鵝 (”Goose”) in Chinese 😂.

p7. “The Cat Toy”

Dd appeared to be shopping for a cat’s toy (something that can “hook the cat” in the translation, such that the cat can entertain itself and not rely on human companionship as much). Gg had already bought the toy though and sounded quite proud of it, told Dd to return the toy. The implied cat was, of course, Nut (堅果 Jianguo)... which had been repeatedly referred to in LRLG’s posts as Gg’s daughter.

p7. “Cool vs Cute”

Gg is often viewed as cute, and Dd as cool. Did Dd dislike Gg taking cute pictures for public consumption? Were they scheming an exchange of image? :D

And that’s it for this issue! Ooh, this took unexpectedly long ... I apologise for the ridiculous delay between the original post and this commentary!

(I wrote half of it, then RL struck and I forgot about it.) (I’m hopeless.) (I need a 方子 for poor memory!!)

#pie eats candies #pie metas #yizhan #bjyx #LRLG

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pepperpills · 3 years

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The Harvest - RE8 fanfic

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A Resident Evil 8 fan fiction by Joana

Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

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This is the second half of Part I, when The Harvest actually takes place, as I promised I would be posting it today. Part II will be out next tuesday and has more of Karl's participation.

Part I - Destiny (1)

Part I - Destiny (2)

The site was formed by four giant statues, each one in a corner, in the opposite side of the gate, a low stone fence protected people from falling from a cliff into the misty unknown that laid below. All of its surroundings were made of grey, antique stone, carved directly into the mountain. In the middle stood a symbol in the ground in the shape of an umbrella where the Giant’s Chalice was placed.

Mother Miranda was right in the middle, dressing her usual priest like costume, only this time her areola was bigger. The parents, your parents included, with their anxious expressions, were on the left side, forming a mid-circle. No other villagers were allowed in The Harvest except the children’s guardians, it was exclusive. You smiled to your folks reassuring them that you were okay, prepared. Your mom buried her head deeper in your father chest, but smiled insecurely back at you.

You couldn’t help the feeling that a couple of eyes were laid on you, you felt observed and finally gave up to your curiosity and stared at the lords. Closer to Mother Miranda, on the right side of the site, stood tall Lady Dimitrescu, the tallest person you have ever seen and also one of the most elegant. She wore a white dress that resembled the Greek columns with three black roses on it, red lipstick and a black wide hat. She seemed excited as she analysed the 20s.

Then followed Lady Beneviento, her face covered in a grief veil, she was all dressed in black, except for her doll, Angie, who wore an unclean wedding dress and was laughing almost hysterically for no reason. It would have given you the chills if you weren’t so strangely calm.

The next was Lord Moreau, forever bowed with that bone crown topping his head, he looked like he enjoyed the spirit of the festival, more entertained by its totality than the young people there.

And at last, Lord Heisenberg, a couple of steps from you as you all closed the circle. He was smoking a cigar, making a mess of bracing smoke. He was wearing round sunglasses even though it was already very dark there, his clothes were crumpled and even a bit dirty, but had an explorer’s charm to it as he wore a once-white half unbuttoned shirt, a worn hat, a camel-coloured overcoat and some kind of baggy pants.

You had the uncanny feeling it was his glance that caught you since you arrived there, but couldn’t be sure, once his eyes were hidden from you. The other thing you noticed was that he has kind of handsome with his somewhat grey hair on the height of his bearded chin. Overall, he seemed rough, a brute beauty, but beauty anyway.

The air became denser, like it was charged with electricity, however, scanning your mates, everyone appeared to be still bewitched by Beneviento’s powers, paying attention only to Mother Miranda. It had nothing to do with you disliking Miranda ever since you laid your feet in the Village. No, this was another thing. You were attracted by something else, tempted even to look to your right. Being too suggestible to battle this urge, you moved your head only to be certain that Lord Heisenberg was looking straight at you.

You quickly turned your attention back to Miranda as she played with a black liquid inside the Giant’s Chalice. She called you all her children and made a speech about destiny and natural forces that pull you to it.

“Night demands you, my children. The moon reveals your fate and today your sacrifice will be noticed.” Miranda chanted, her voice floating through all of you, reverberating the ground.

She blessed you, walking the circle and pinning a dot of the Chalice’s black liquid in your foreheads. It moved, itching a little, as her words filled the ceremony site.

“Very well.” She spoke. “Now I shall call your names, the ones I call, please step to the right part of the site, the ones I don’t, to the left.”

A shiver flowed through your spine, awakening every part of your body, bristling your hair, hardening your nipples making you feel completely unclad – which kind of reached the ceremony idea of a virgin blossoming. The sensation was curiously similar to electrical shock, even the iron taste on your tongue reminded you of the electricity discharge, nonetheless, for your surprise, it wasn’t exactly unpleasant, definitely made your feel alive and even dilatated your pupils.

When it happened, you swore your heard Lord Heisenberg chuckling alone, he was contained for obvious reasons, but it disturbed you to see a smirk playfully on his scarred thick lips. No one else appeared to be bothered though, they hadn’t noticed the man acting schizophrenic, but it also made sense, they were all absorbed by Miranda’s discourse and, somehow, that grin was intended, presumably, only for you.

Just then you realized that Miranda had already been calling names and people were actually moving around you. Two of the boys who came with you were now on the very right side of the site. You were getting tense, the magical feeling that drove you to that place was slowly fading away, giving space to the cold sensation of fear. The girl to your left got called, she lost her breath as she heard her name, but rapidly joined her new, and temporary, team.

You looked up to your parents, your mom had that overwhelmed expression lines on her forehead again and you were most sure she was crossing fingers as she is a little stitious, not super, though.

Right now, you don’t believe that any herb, crystal, sacrifice, nor witchcraft would have spare you from your doom. A part of you knew it, even at that moment, as Mother Miranda made your name thunder in the site. Your mom held a scream, your dad looked down. You must go on.

Trembling a little, you went to the right side, closer to Lord Heisenberg, as he was the last one on the lords’ line. Your mates were rigid, the other girl was holding tears, one of the boys had desperate written all over his face, but the other one preferred to show bravery and you chose to stay with him in his decision. It didn’t past unnoticed to Heisenberg, but he constantly peering at you wasn’t of your greater attention, so on you didn’t acknowledge his offbeat interest.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you were afraid. You didn’t want Lady Dimitrescu to use your blood in her famous Sanguis Virginis, neither to be with Lady Beneviento and her forever tea party, Lord Moreau frightens you, due to your thalossophobia and for Lord Heisenberg, his temper is well known and poorly spoken by the villagers, he tends to get angry easily, not to say that no one knows what goes on in that factory, the bridge that leads to it emerges from the water, activated by some sort of mechanism that is inaccessible from the Village, so no one goes in, no one comes out.

When The Harvest ended, the villagers were exempted before the Miranda and her family, and you were allowed to go home, the lords knew you were supposed to say goodbye to your loved ones, after all, they aren’t monsters, right?

Thus, you walked back home in your parents embrace, they didn’t let you go, neither you wanted it. Being held like that made it feel better as if you had a bad dream and that was all. Your mother even sang you your favourite childhood song about a girl who gets lost in the dangerous woods inhabited by four monsters and a malevolent witch, but in the end, her parents save her from the beasts.

In the dawn, no villager was asleep, so you spoke to a lot of people, all your siblings, friends and acquaintances. Some of them cried, others smiled and a couple encouraged you saying it was going to be okay. You doubted it, but didn’t say a thing, you were too shaken still trying to be brave.

When the sun rose, you heard the chicken starting their day. You got up, put on a Victorian black dress with long sleeves and a corselet for the thorax area, and packed your few belongings, taking good care of your bow and arrows that once were a secret and now, you thought, might be discarded, but you would still be stubborn and give it a try, maybe they would let you have it.

You left the bedroom, leaving behind your talisman made by the cabin people with a note to your younger sister. Once she was born in the Village, she didn’t know much about the cabins, but you were sure it would protect her after you were gone.

You believed you could go away unnoticed, but your mom was sitting in the kitchen table, waiting for you, looking restless, but she found vitality to smile a good morning at you.

“You look pretty.” She said as she walked towards you and twirled your hair.

“Thank you, mom.” You simply replied, thinking that touch was soothing.

“We will miss you.” She sighed. “I will miss you, deeply, my angel.” Your mom is one of the kindest people you know, she always took good care of you even when you got older, you will miss her too.

“I will miss you too, mom… I love you.” You added and hugged her. You must be strong; her smell of country flowers softened you tempting you to run away from your fate.

“Promise you will try to write.” She pleaded, staring into your soul with her woody-brown eyes.

“I promise.” You meant it and did afterwards.

“It is okay, angel, you may go now, I won’t make it any harder.” She stepped aside, giving you space to walk to the door, when there you looked back one last time and waved goodbye.

At the ceremony site, they said you should gather again at the Chapel. A part of the building is destroyed, you are not sure what was responsible for it, but there are parts of the ceiling and the ground that are missing and underground tunnels with Gods know what meandering under your feet. The others arrived not long after you and less than an hour later Mother Miranda joined you.

She spoke from the pulpit. This sight gave you an uneasiness. You never liked her manners, always thought she considered herself too much of a priest, but you were not sure for what gods she spoken, in addition, she was also very domineering. There were stories of her whispered by mourning souls saying that she would tear some locals apart while laughing and enjoying the bloody spectacle. Maybe she was crazy. Believing it or not, she didn’t please you at all.

“Children.” She began. “Destiny calls you. You must fulfil your role in this circle. It is a sacrifice for all of us, so we can preserve our way of life.” Miranda went on like this for some more minutes before getting to the point.

“Each one of you has been designated or requested by one of the four lords. I will now say your name and the name of your Lord.” She finally said.

Your heart rate was worrying, your anxiety levels were high. You breathed heavily, trying to regain composure. Miranda called the brave boy first, he went to Moreau. Two girls got sent to the Dimitrescu’s castle, one more boy went to Moreau, another girl went to Lady Beneviento. Thus, there was only you left and Miranda’s phrase reverberated through the Chapel with its angelical acoustic turning horrifying.

“Y/N. Lord Karl Heisenberg.”

Your stomach sunk. You didn’t know if you were relieved or even more preoccupied. But then you felt that shock sensation again, the iron taste made you salivate and you thought it might have been worst, maybe all he expects from you is some cleaning, laundry and your normal daily routine.

Still, one thing that Miranda said echoed in your head: did you get designated or did he request you? You didn’t know which one would be better.

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samnyangie · 3 years

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Since people liked rsl interview on dps, I’d like to share one of my favourite interview by him. I think it’s one of those rare interview where he wasn’t joking around that much but discuss acting quite seriously haha

So enjoy:DD

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1990 New York Times

Young Actor's Life Has the Makings of a Movie

by Lynn Mautner

New York Times

May 20, 1990

It would make a good movie. A 15-year-old sophomore at Ridgewood High School is playing the Artful Dodger in the musical ''Oliver'' with the school's theater group, New Players, when he is discovered by a casting agency secretary and whisked off to Broadway and the movies.

That's exactly what happened to Robert Sean Leonard, now 21, and a star of the 1989 film ''Dead Poets Society,'' which received an Oscar for best original screenplay.

''My mother took me to New Players' summer performances when I was 10,'' he said, ''and I loved the camaraderie of people, rehearsing and singing. I began spending more time there, painting signs and moving furniture, and soon became an element of the company, with small roles in 'The Miracle Worker,' 'Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat,' 'Barnum.' ''

Starting as an understudy for three roles at the New York Public Theater (he never got on stage), Mr. Leonard amassed credits that include ''The Beach House'' with George Grizzard for the Circle Repertory Theater, television movies, ''Brighton Beach Memoirs'' and ''Breaking the Code'' on Broadway, plays at the West Bank Cafe on 42d Street and the recent ''When She Danced'' at Playwrights Horizons.

He has just completed a part as Paul Newman's and Joanne Woodward's son in the movie ''Mr. and Mrs. Bridge,'' filmed in Kansas City, to be released in August. ''I age from a 15-year-old Eagle Scout to 22, coming home from World War II with a mustache,'' Mr. Leonard said.

Mr. Leonard, who received a general equivalency diploma when he was 17, lives in New York City and attends Fordham University between performances. Soon to return from the Cannes Film Festival with his fellow actors in ''Dead Poets,'' he is next scheduled to go into rehearsal for the film ''Married to It,'' a romantic comedy.

Q. Do you remember when you decided on an acting career?

A. I never decided to pursue an acting career. It just has happened. I still think it's going to stop and I'll have to get a real job soon, but I'm afraid to question it because if I do, it will disappear.

Q. How do you think your theater experience in high school has helped you?

A. It was a great teaching experience that prepared me in a lot of ways. We did 10 shows in 10 weeks, so there was no time to think about method. It was running for the stage, hoping you'll make it in time for your entrance. In Steven Soderbergh's new book of his diaries when directing the film ''Sex, Lies and Videotape,'' he said that on a film set there should always be a chain of command, but never a chain of respect.

At New Players, those three to four years, everyone was given the same respect. You had to, because you'd be the lead one week and painting sets the next. That's a luxury that is not available in New York, unfortunately, because of the unions. You're an actor and that's it.

Q. Have you taken any acting lessons? Do you recommend them for others?

A. I've taken two classes - a video acting class to help me get from stage to film, with Marty Winkler, currently my manager, and an acting class at H. B. Studios.

Acting classes are tricky. It's like asking someone in therapy if they'd recommend going to a psychiatrist. For some people it's great; for some it's not necessary; for some it's harmful. The best way to learn acting is just to do it.

There's a danger to the classroom, because it's safe, and you can get addicted to it. The clique of people are there, and you might tend to remain with them and never go out on your own. So it can give you the safety net which can eventually strip away your courage to go out and really try. On the other hand, you can get a wonderful teacher who brings out the best in you and gives you the courage to go out and dazzle everybody.

Q. You went from high school to Off Broadway. What were your feelings and fears during your first professional performance?

A. The first time I performed in New York - in ''Sally's Gone, She Left Her Name'' - I played Michael Learned's son. I think I was too young. I wasn't even aware of reasons to be afraid. I was just there for the fun of it. Fresh out of New Players, I knew it to be fun. I've never worried about lines. In ''Brighton Beach'' I should have been tense, because it was Broadway. I was nervous, but not racked - more excited.

Q. What do you enjoy most about acting?

A. The people, and opportunities to learn, to travel, both physically and emotionally. To look at people other than myself and try to figure out what makes them tick.

Olivier said you never play a villain; you play a man considered to be a villain; that you have to justify everything he does first; you have to know that what you are doing is right and find a way to make it right - even murder.

I just played a conceited piano player in ''When She Danced,'' and I had to figure out what would make a person be conceited and make that O.K. with me. I learned where conceit comes from - from confidence and talent.

Worst thing you can do is play someone and judge him at the same time, saying: ''Here I am. I am so conceited.'' First you have to understand why you're that way so that people interpret you as conceited.

Q. Do you consider acting an escape?

A. I don't look at performing as escaping, as really becoming another person and leaving my problems for two hours, so I don't have to deal with me, because I don't become another person. I work, so that when I am working, in a way it is me at my best. I'm not leaving myself; in fact, I'm more focused on myself than ever. I don't become that person, but I fully understand him, fully explore him, as to why he does what he does and justify it.

You can't play a fool to play Bottom, who's the opposite of fool in Shakespeare's ''Midsummer Night's Dream.'' What makes people fools is that they're completely confident in what they're doing. They don't think they're fools; they think they're right on track, which makes them so funny and makes them look like fools.

Q. Who influenced you the most?

A. I have not had one person or experience that stands out that's a turning point. Every step in acting relies heavily on the one before. Everything I've learned colors everything I have known before, and suddenly changes it.

I have learned a little bit from everyone I have known, whether about acting itself, or living and working as an actor. Like a good detective novel, for every clue that is solved, two more appear. Every time I learn something, it opens two other doors. In ''Dead Poets,'' the rooftop scene, where I throw the desk set off, was improvised. Are instincts then a part of acting?

Q. Are there desirable qualities to have as an actor?

A. Concentration, perseverence, lack of inhibitions. There's no room for self-consciousness on stage. Also, there is an element in acting that is not fair. Whatever talent is, part of it can be learned and part can't. There are people that audiences like to watch or don't. In Soderbergh's book, he says that talent plus perseverance will equal luck. But I don't know what talent is; it is beyond definition.

Q. Do you learn by watching other films and plays? Your own? Other people?

A. Sometimes I watch for directing; sometimes for performing. There are lines in ''Dead Poets'' I would do differently, if given the chance. For example, Todd said: ''You talk and people listen to you, Neil. I am not like that.'' I answer, ''Don't you think you could be?'' I think I could have made it clearer. I don't get much from observing strangers, because although I see what they do, I don't know where they're coming from.

Q. What are the main differences between stage and film work?

A. I feel that as an actor, you should start in theater, to learn the process of creating a character, in rehearsal. Film is an arena for people who already know that, because on the set they expect you to know the character inside out.

Film work is harder, because this tangible part has to happen in your head before filming takes place. And it's more solitary. You create your character alone, without the give-and-take of other actors.

Q. What tips would you give young, aspiring actors?

A. Read plays aloud with friends at home; do any work you can do in high school. Hang out with jocks, leatherheads, and see what makes them work. Don't be a theater rat and only talk to actors. Read a lot. You really have to feel it; really want it; then take it. Don't take no for an answer. Seize the day.

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There’s another one I really want to share as well, I’ll bring it with me at some point:))

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itshardcandy · 3 years

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Strawberry Flavour Part Two

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader, Min Yoongi x Reader, Park Jimin x Reader

6915 Words

Genre: Fluff, Idiots Friends to lovers, crack

Warnings: Use of some swearwords, (Still) an unhealthy obsession for Jimin’s cakes, flirting, A Kithhh possibly?!👀 Excessive use of the word booth, Introduction of Arch-Nemesis, Rivalry in more than one case, Exo Baekyhun and WayV Lucas make an appearance (if you think I should add something to this list let me know)

Part one is here !

dedicated to my peeps @the--world--behind--my--wall and @a-noona-mous who encouraged and motivated me to keep going 💖💖

If you like it pls don't hesitate to Like and reblog, send me an ask or message me! 🥺💖

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The first day of the festival was finally here and you felt even more excited than you had throughout the days leading up to it. The thought of having all of your friends around you made you feel all fluffy and warm inside and you couldn’t wait for them to come and meet you and Jimin at the booth.

Jin had to cancel at the last minute but with the help of Namjoon, the booth was set up in no time. You could finally start assembling all your tools and materials around the very limited workspace in the back, while Jimin worked on the perfect presentation of the already prepared cakes, pastries and other treats.

Namjoon helped himself to a few of those before either of you could tell him no.

The official festival kick-off was still an hour or so away, so you and Jimin had some time to yourselves, before all the visitors would be arriving. Namjoon had excused himself for now but he would re-join you later in the evening with the others.

You still needed to change into your cute bakery uniform and it would probably make sense to prepare a few other things beforehand but right now, you wanted to admire your own work. You stood behind the display cases, eyeing every little cake in the selection carefully and making sure they were all still presentable after the journey,

“You need to stop worrying, everything will be fine.”

Jimin stepped behind you and tried to reassure you,

“The display looks good, the booth is holding up, we didn’t forget anything in the shop... We're prepared for today, ok?”

He put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, easing your worries. You took a deep breath,

“I know, I know I just… I don’t know, I can’t help feeling like we forgot something important, you know?”

He smiled and rolled his eyes,

“I know. But I also know, that we planned this for so long, there is no possible way we forgot anything. We brought back-up dough for the back-up dough; I think we’re good”

You pouted slightly, realising how ridiculous you were behaving,

“But how do you know?”

You asked and you heard Jimin sigh before he gently turned you around to face him, with both of his hands resting on your shoulders,

“Because I know you”

He stated matter-of-factly,

“And I know that you’ll do your best, just like me”

With your big, round, innocent eyes looking up at him, how could he not want to encourage and reassure you? All he wanted was for you to feel confident in your abilities.

Suddenly, you took his hands in yours and wrapped them around yourself, then you circled his middle with your own arms, hugging him tightly to you. Neither of you spoke for a few seconds. Jimin was too bamboozled to say anything until he felt you take a deep breath,

“Thank you”

You mumbled into his chest and he felt a tingling warmth spread through his chest. He’s never gotten to hug you like this before. It felt way more intimate than it should, when he let his head rest on top of yours,

“No need to thank me”

Could you feel the way his heart almost beat through his chest right now? He hoped not because that would be awkward. You pulled away and smiled before you could get any more emotional than you already were,

“Ughh, I don’t know what’s going on with me, I hate being so emotional”

You said and immediately punched Jimin’s shoulder to kill the mood. He tumbled backwards a little, acting cute,

“You? Emotional? Who said that? They won’t be getting any rice cakes today!”

Jimin aggressively pushed up his sleeves and made you laugh again,

“No need to involve the cakes, Jimin”

“With me, the cakes are always involved”

“I should have known”

“You love my cakes, though, right?”

It was definitely true, you did love his cakes, especially the ones that weren’t for sale. He didn’t need to know that, though.

Maybe it was time you changed into your uniform and got ready for the official opening of the festival. Jimin had already put on his, so you should probably get to it now.

You left him in the front of the booth and changed in the back, neatly folding your clothes and stowing them away for later.

A few of the other vendors and shop owners, who had some attractions set up, came by and checked out your little corner and wished you a successful day before they returned to their own spots.

To your surprise, Yoongi showed up early to the festival and greeted you and Jimin in the booth while some other people were already eyeing the display carefully,

“Yoongi, what are you already doing here?”

You smiled when he casually strolled up to you and Jimin, hands in his pockets, as usual,

“I know, I know, I’m early”

He said, as he walked up and let his eyes roam over the decorations and the cakes on display,

“But practice finished early today and I thought you might want some company or needed some help, or whatever…”

He looked cool and nonchalant but you saw right through him. Cutie that he was, he thought you could need help and he knew what a big deal this festival was to you and he wanted to be there for you. And Jimin. But mostly you,

“Thank you for coming, that’s really nice of you”

You said and went around the front so you wouldn’t have to talk over the display,

“Yeah, thanks for coming but we’re all set up already”

Jimin added and nervously wiped his hands on his apron. Yoongi looked a little discouraged at Jimin’s statement,

“Oh, well… then I- “

“Let me show you around a little, hm?”

You excitedly grabbed onto his arm and pulled him away to the other shops. That wasn’t what Yoongi had planned when he got here but he could never say no to you, anyway.

He wasn’t really a people person but he would gladly wade through a crowd of scolding parents and screaming toddlers if it meant he could spend a few hours with you after the festival ended. Even if it was just to help you and Jimin pack up and close the shop for the night.

For now, he let you pull him from shop to shop and from attraction to attraction and introduce him to everyone who would listen.

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“And this one is my favourite! Well, except for our own”

You said excitedly and pulled Yoongi to stand in front of the last shop and greet the owner,

“Hoseok, are you in? I want to introduce you to my friend!”

As you looked around the small space, a young man appeared from behind a shelf and greeted you with a bright smile,

“YN, you’re here already! I just finished setting up”

He walked up to you and put down a few more flyers and pamphlets around the open spaces,

“This is my friend Yoongi, the one who plays piano”

You introduced Yoongi to the guy in front of him and he shyly held out his hand,

“Hey, nice to meet you”

He said, trying to sound cool,

“You, too. I’m Hoseok, I work at the local animal shelter”

He shook his hand, sporting a radiant, charming smile and Yoongi immediately felt like he’d known him forever,

“Oh, the one near the park?”

He asked and Hoseok nodded,

“That’s the one. I met YN when she came in for Snuggle Sunday the first time a few months ago”

He explained and Yoongi mentally aah’d, remembering how you had called him a while ago, screaming unintelligible nonsense into the phone about how you were going to steal all the puppies and lil kitties, while some birds screeched in the background. He had to hold the phone away from his ear because you were so excited,

“Ah, yes, I remember. She told me all about the puppies”

Yoongi said and turned to you, smiling gently,

“Seemed like she had a really great time”,

Hoseok laughed and nodded,

“I’ve never seen someone cry so hard over a baby chameleon”

He said and you playfully hit his shoulder,

“Hoseok! You swore you wouldn’t tell anyone!”,

“I’m sorry but it was just so funny”,

“You’re unbelievable…”

You sounded stern but you smiled anyway,

“It’s a miracle you still have a girlfriend”

You said jokingly and started to wrap your hands around Yoongi’s arm again,

“Oh, by the way, she asked if you could save her some rice cakes, if there are any left tonight?”

Hoseok asks, as you already turn to walk away,

“Sure, come by later, I’ll pack some for her”

You answered and then waved your hand at him to signal him goodbye, so Yoongi did the same,

“Where to now?”

He asked you, after you had walked a few steps together,

“Well, that was everyone I wanted you to meet, for now. And I should get back, the festival’s about to start”

You said and Yoongi hummed in agreement. He escorted you back to the booth, where Jimin was already pacing back and forth, looking like he was anxiously anticipating your return,

“Ah you’re back, finally!”

Jimin exclaimed excitedly and walked up to you, as soon as you and Yoongi came back in view,

“I just saw Fluffy Clouds walk by and apparently they have a completely new concept cooked up for the festival!”

He reported and you immediately looked around you, trying to spot the booth of your arch nemesis,

“Where are they set up? What concept?”

You asked and Yoongi also started looking around, confused as to what you and Jimin are talking about,

“What are we looking for, here?”

He leaned in and asked you,

“Fluffy Clouds is the other bakery down the street I told you about. They’re basically, our arch nemesis”,

You explained while keeping an eye on your surroundings in case that smug bastard Byun Baekhyun was anywhere near and dared to come close to your booth again,

“They’ve been trying to steal our customers from the start”

Jimin chimed in and Yoongi raised his brows in surprise. Apparently, this small town did have some exciting drama going on after all,

“They always set up their advertisements in front of our shop and lead all the nice old ladies away when they know Jimin isn’t in”

Yoongi chuckled,

“Why only then when he’s away?”

He asked for clarification,

“Have you seen Jimin? He looks like an adult baby. Old ladies eat that shit up”

You turned to Yoongi, the disbelief at his serious question clear on your face,

“Yeah, have you seen me? I look like- wait-”

Jimin stuttered but you were already walking off, searching for the Fluffy Fools, as you and Jimin had (un-)lovingly dubbed them,

“Hey, wait!”

He called after you and pulled Yoongi with him to go after you,

“What are you doing? The festival is about to start”,

“I just want to have a look at their display, real quick…”

You mumbled,

“Just a friendly visit to our rivals on this fine day, that could very well decide the fate of our business, you know?”,

“She doesn’t look like she’s going for friendly”

Yoongi mumbled to Jimin from behind.

The look on your face was scary. It got even scarier when you spotted Baekhyun and Lucas setting up some decorations in their display case.

The fake customer service smile, that etched its way onto your lips and the lifeless stare in your eyes could make a grown man cry with terror if you set your mind to it and the two men in question had definitely been on the receiving end more than once. However, they still didn’t let you continue your business in peace.

You confidently walked up to them, chest puffed and fists balled at your sides,

“Hi guys! Wow the booth looks amazing!”

Both of the guys inside the little tent looked up at the sound of your voice.

You sounded so incredibly threatening that even Yoongi felt a chill go down his spine. When he looked at Jimin, the boy was obviously bracing for a storm; pressing his lips together, squinting and not daring to look at you directly. Yoongi chose to observe quietly for now,

“Thanks, YN! We worked really hard on it!”,

says the taller of the two, a bright, oblivious, dopey smile on his face,

“Yeah, it took a lot of planning and custom work”

The other one adds and sets a pretty bouquet of flowers on the counter

“Unlike your train wreck of a booth”

He mumbled under his breath and you immediately caught it,

“Sorry Baekhyun, what was that? I didn’t quite catch your snarky, hateful comment towards Jimin’s and my booth, would you care to repeat it?”

You retorted and slightly leaned forward, pretending to listen more closely

“I said yours looks wonderful, too, YN”

Baekhyun mocked and you took a deep breath,

“Anyway…” you started to say,

“I just wanted to wish you good luck and I hope you sell lots of pastries during the festival”

You clasped your hands in front of you and smiled,

“Aww, thanks, YN! That’s so nice!”

Lucas was genuinely happy to receive nice words from you, for a change,

“Maybe then you’ll finally be able to afford to stop blocking our door and window with your signs and advertising, hm? Maybe acquire some of your own customers for a change”

You added and the mans face immediately fell and he looked to his older friend for emotional support,

“Nice try, YN”

Baekhyun sneered and looked between you, Jimin and Yoongi,

“Now, if you would be so nice as to collect your puppies and bring them back before they wet themselves, hm? They look a little lost”

God, you hated him so much,

“Rot in hell, Byun”

You yelled and turned on your heels, pulling Jimin and Yoongi with you to walk back to your base.

Yoongi had always known you were passionate about the business you led with Jimin and now he knew just how passionate,

“Dang… that was hard to watch”

He said while you trotted back,

“This was one of the more civil encounters we’ve had, actually…”

Jimin mumbled and you breathed deeply,

“They just make me so angry”

Well, it was actually just Baekhyun who made you google inconspicuous ways of disposing of a body late at night. His partner Lucas was really not the issue here. Baekhyun was the brain behind all their operations and Lucas was the muscle. Muscle, that was nice to look at, admittedly, although that didn’t really help his case. The yeast in the bread he baked day to day worked harder than Lucas’ brain and that was just a sad fact of life,

“If Baekhyun comes anywhere close to the booth again, I want you to throw the waffle iron as hard and as accurately at his head as you can, ok?”

You said to Jimin, who just sighed and mumbled a silent ‘yes…’

It was useless to try and convince you to try and find non-lethal solutions to the problem.

Yoongi checked his watch absentmindedly,

“It’s almost time”

He announced calmly and you composed yourself with a few centered breaths. The festival goers didn’t need to see you like this if you wanted to sell some cakes today,

“I’ll let you get back to it and meet you later, ok?”

Yoongi said and waved you and Jimin goodbye before he casually strolled away over the festival area.

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Time flew by as the customers kept coming and you and Jimin did your best to brighten up their day with your delicious treats. Some of them even decided to leave with your business cards in hand and it made you incredibly happy to know that people appreciated your hard work and dedication to your craft,

“Jimin, quick! Hand me the frosting!”,

“Where is it? I can’t see!”

Jimin was frantically rubbing his eyes, trying to clear the powdered sugar out of his vision,

“Shit, I have so much flour up my nose, if security sees me like this, they’ll tackle me on sight”,

“Tough it out and put the next batch in the steamer, we can’t afford to lose this group of pre-schoolers!”

So far, things were going better than expected and soon, after the initial onslaught of customers had retreated, you could take a few minutes to yourself to breathe and sit down.

Jimin put the ‘back in 10 minutes’ sign up in the front and you retreated to the back for a much-needed break. Both of you let out a long, exhausted sigh and plopped onto the camping chairs,

“To be honest, I didn’t think it would be this exhausting”

You slurred with your eyes half closed,

“I can’t feel my legs”

Jimin replied,

“And also my chubby, pinchable cheeks… these sweet old ladies really are relentless”

He carefully rubbed his reddened cheeks and huffed,

“But we almost sold out completely in such a short time! We’ve never had so much business before”

He was right,

“Let’s just hope it takes off” you mumbled, leaned back and tried to apply every quick relaxation method known to man all at once. It wasn’t working particularly well,

“It’s almost time for all the sellers to close down for the day, anyway”

Jimin said after a quick look at his phone,

“When we closed up, we could check out the other attractions, maybe ride the-“ “Strawberry Flavor, are you in?” Jin’s voice suddenly disturbed Jimin in his attempt to score a Ferris Wheel date with you later,

“I’m done with my shift for today so I came straight here”

Surprised at Jin’s sudden appearance, you mustered up all your strength and got up,

“We’re in the back, you need to go around” you called and went to the tent flap in the back to hold it open. When Jin stepped in he was holding a few delicious smelling paper bags,

“I brought you some food, I thought you might need some sustenance”

He smiled brightly and handed you the bags. You ripped them open immediately and found some sandwiches and a variety of sides inside. The smell was hitting you right in the face and made your stomach rumble with impatience,

“Are you serious? Thank you, this is amazing, you’re my hero”

Your face lit up and Jin waved it off like it was nothing,

“Jimin, look! Food!”

Your eyes went glossy and Jimin smiled when he saw how happy you were after taking the first bite out of your sandwich,

“Ugh, this is so good, I can literally feel my body soak up the energy”

You mumbled while chewing and Jimin grabbed one, too, when you handed him the bag. When he wanted to hand it back to Seokjin, the man declined,

“Oh no, I had plenty back at the hotel. They miscalculated how many guests would be there for lunch and prepared way too much food”,

“Thank you for thinking of us”

Jimin said politely and finally took a bite, too.

You were happily munching away at the food when Jin started looking around,

“Woow, it looks like you almost sold out!” he commented and you nodded

“It went better than expected!”

You answered proudly in between bites,

“I’m sure we’ll sell the rest, too, until closing time”,

“People are going crazy for your cakes, huh?”

Jin asks jokingly and it makes you chuckle,

“You only notice that now? YN’s cakes have always been amazing”

Jimin added and Jin looked up, sensing a little more than innocent cake-talk,

“I wasn’t implying anything different. I’ve always thought they were the best cakes I’ve ever seen”

He said and Jimin squinted at him suspiciously,

“I’m just making sure they get the appreciation they deserve”,

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from an avid cake-lover such as yourself”

Jin raised his brows expectantly and Jimin felt the need to puff up his chest a little bit.

Meanwhile you were completely oblivious to the intense staredown between the two men and focused on the sandwich in your hands.

Silence fell over the three of you and soon your break was up and you needed to get back into the thick of it. It was Jimin’s turn to man the selling position in the front now, while you took care of preparation in the back. Jin decided to hang around a little longer and watch you guys at work, partly to help out if you needed him and also because you looked cute enough to eat in your uniform.

He couldn’t help you set up because he got called into work on short notice but he was glad Namjoon was there to help you. Now, he was here and ready to take on anything you threw at him, even if it was only verbal abuse,

“Jin, you need to move! Your shoulders may be broad but they don’t need to take up the whole space in here”,

“Relax, Strawberry Flavour, I’m just getting acquainted with the workspace”,

“Sure, why don’t you have some coffee and a rice cake while you’re at it, hm?”,

“Do you have coffee back here?”,

“Jin!”

He laughed at your desperation and got to work on rearranging the baking forms for you.

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“Here you go! Thank you, please enjoy them”

Jimin handed the cakes to the last customer for today and let out a satisfied sigh. He was proud to say that every last rice cake you planned to sell today had gone over the counter and found a new, happy owner. Working the booth had been exhausting, to say the least, however, Jimin felt more energized than ever when he turned around and saw your happy smile directed at him,

“We did it!”

You said and held up both of your hands for a high five, which he gladly put his back into. He didn’t let go and intertwined your fingers while your hands fell into the space between your bodies,

“It was one hell of a day but we did it!”

You repeated and Jimin felt his heart warm up at the relief in your voice,

“I never doubted it”

He said and you pulled him into a quick hug. Without warning Jin slung his long arms around both of you,

“Ah, don’t thank me for doing all the work, it was my pleasure”

He boasted and you wrangled yourself free from his embrace,

“You are so shameless, it’s ridiculous”

His high-pitched laugh sounded through the tent and Jimin also brought some distance between himself and the older man again. As much as he was intimidated by him, he also couldn’t deny the effortless charm the guy possessed and he would lie if he said he wasn’t jealous of the way he could make you laugh so easily. He knew Seokjin was important to you, so he did his best to make friends with him. Or at least be polite to him,

“What? Are you going to deny the essential part I played in selling all those cakes?”,

“You rearranged the forms and then blocked me every time I turned around!”,

“And it made you even more determined to work harder, didn’t it? Case closed”,

“I swear to god, Seokjin-“,

“Hey losers, we sold twice the normal amount of pastries today! Suck on that!” Baekhyun’s voice suddenly cut through the banter and you all turned around to catch him and Lucas waving wads of cash in your direction,

“Maybe we’ll consider buying your shack and finally turn it into a successful business, how’s that sound?”

Jin’s brows raised in confusion,

“Who are these clowns?”

He asked and watched the two men dance around while pretending to make it rain,

“Just the bane of our existence”

Jimin answered and crossed his arms in front of his chest,

“They’re the owners of the bakery down the street from ours. The fools I told you about”

You explained and Jin just huffed out a ‘Huh…’,

You turned to them and angrily pointed your finger,

“You better get the hell out of here before I shove my whisk up your-“,

“Ok, that’s enough of that”

Jimin pulled you away from the front and he and Jin watched a smiling Baekhyun and Lucas disappear in the distance,

“I hate them so much”,

You struggled to say through clenched teeth,

“Let’s just move on and forget about them”

Jimin patted your shoulder gently and Jin pulled out his phone,

“Namjoon just texted me, they’re on their way here”,

“See, our friends are here to distract you”

Jimin happily announced and you breathed in deep to relax again,

“You’re right, let’s clean up and get going”

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The thing about these kinds of festivals, fun fairs, or whatever people liked to call them, was that, unless you brought your family along, they possessed an inherently romantic atmosphere. Which was now becoming more and more obvious, even to you, as you strolled along the attractions and rides, which lit up the night sky like new year’s fireworks.

Jin and Jimin, 2 out of 3 of your best bois were accompanying you on the way to find the rest of your friends at the festival’s exit area. It was on the way to the beach, where your friends had planned to end the night with a bonfire and some drinks.

The way there, however, was not linear and Jin and Jimin made a show of vying for your attention at every possible moment. You were being pulled from mini game to mini game, watching the boys taking turns at winning toys and stuffed animals for you. Carrying all of it would be a challenge but that was the least important thing on your mind as you watched Jimin throw darts at the small balloons on the wall. Clearly, accurately throwing tiny, beat-up, plastic darts at miniature balloons was not one of his secret talents but at least he was determined,

“YN, look! I almost got one this time!”

He yelled proudly and smiled so wide that his eyes disappeared,

“Careful, don’t do too well, or the owner will have to file for bankruptcy”

You said jokingly, trying to motivate Jimin a little,

“I don’t think we have to worry about that”

Jin observed, giving Jimin the side-eye,

“Don’t be mean”

You murmured to him and lightly shoved him with your elbow,

“I’m just being realistic, Jimin might be the king of cakes but he sucks at balloon dart”

He commented and held up his hands in defense,

“Like you could do it any better. Literally every time Manager asks you to throw him the keys, they land in the pond in the hotel lobby instead of his hands!”

It was important to bring Jin back down to earth sometimes,

“Not every time…”

He mumbled a little embarrassed,

“How do you even do that? Last time we were standing in the kitchen and somehow, they still ended up in there”,

“Are you shaming me for my bad eyesight? You know I wear contacts!”,

“I’m shaming you for your non-existent hand-eye coordination!”

You snickered and Jin shook his head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close,

“Yah! You want me to throw you in there next time?”

He tried to sound threatening but you just giggled like a child when he gently bumped you with his shoulders,

“You’re welcome to try! I control the chicken so I would think twice before messing with me”

You knew this would hit Jin right in the feels and immediately he clasped his hands together in an apologetic gesture, bowing his head a little,

“Ah, I apologise deeply, Chicken-Overlord! I’ll be good from now on!”

He lamented and you went along with it,

“It’s forgiven. For now” you booped his nose and directed your attention back to Jimin, who just won a tiny, pink, plastic rose and made his way back to you and Jin,

“Look! I won something!”

He happily presented the flower to you,

“Woow, Jiminah, you’re so good at this game! Let’s get some candy cotton, hyung will pay!”

Jin grabbed Jimin by the shoulders and praised him some more while you couldn’t contain your laughter,

“Really?”

Jimin asked, smiling sheepishly and Jin nodded,

“Would I lie about that? Only the best players deserve cotton candy, come on!”

Jin looked at you and winked like the absolute smug clown he was and you smiled back at him,

“Thank you for being nice”

You mouthed and followed the boys to the nearest self-operating candy cotton machine.

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Satisfied with your gifted plastic rose and happily munching away on your cotton candy, you and the boys finally reached the others at the beach.

They already prepared one the of the fire pits and had a nice flame going, while they passed around drinks and snacks.

From the distance you could see Yoongi talking animatedly to Namjoon and next to them, Hoseok annoying his girlfriend with stupid faces. Taehyung, one of your regular produce supply guys from the hotel and his little brother Jungkook busied themselves with making smores over the fire and poking it with sticks. This bunch of weirdos always brought a smile to your face,

“Hey guys, we finally made it!”

You announced as you got closer to them and they all turned to greet you, handing you each a bottle and a bag of something fried to go along with it,

“Hey guys, I hope the booth didn’t collapse”

Namjoon said and held up his bottle to clink it with yours,

“I’m usually not the best at handling literally any kind of tool so I hope everything held together and no one got killed in an ugly accident”

He added and smiled hopefully,

“Don’t worry, we lived and the booth did too”

You answered and Namjoon wiped the metaphorical sweat off his brow,

“I’m glad you could help. I would have done it myself but they called me in to help with the shift”

Jin mentioned and Joon waved him off,

“Don’t worry about it! I wouldn’t have come tonight if you hadn’t asked me to help so I’m happy it worked out this way. I desperately needed to socialise…”

He took a long, relatable sip of his drink and Yoongi joined your conversation,

“Almost seems like it was fate”

He said,

“I didn’t know you guys knew Joon. We met in university and haven’t seen each other in a long time”

He explained and Joon smiled fondly,

“Kinda lost touch”

Yoongi awkwardly scratched the back of his head,

“Yeah, we’ve got some catching up to do…”

He mumbled and you sensed there was more to it. Not wanting to pry,

you let them continue their conversation and made your way around the fire to Hoseok and his girlfriend, telling her the rice cakes were all sold out but you would set some aside first thing tomorrow. She was the cutest lil’ bean and you could see how they adored each other. It was a healing relationship to witness and you definitely needed their energy in your life.

Behind you, on the other side of the fire, Jin and Jimin stood side by side, awkwardly trying to maintain a conversation while they were both aware of each other’s attention being focused on something(-one) else.

They rarely spent so much time together and it was clear that, even though they were part of the same circle of friends, they didn’t really have much in common, except their shared infatuation with you.

And they both knew it, which made this situation a little difficult.

They both watched you talk to the couple for a little while and kept some light small talk going while Taehyung and Jungkook kept them fed with smores, freshly melted over the fire.

As it was getting later, the drinks were starting to affect some (Hoseok) more than the others and soon, Hoseok’s girlfriend and Jungkook were trying to keep him from taking his clothes off and go skinny dipping in the ocean. It was a very entertaining sight and you may or may not have encouraged his shenanigans with some passive comments.

Drama was in your nature, sorry not sorry.

You had noticed that Namjoon and Yoongi had found a spot on the beach a little farther away from the group and were still engaged in deep conversation. You were relieved to see, that your friend was having a good time and that he got to reconnect with Joon, whatever that meant. He had never mentioned him to you before but judging by the looks of it, they had been pretty close.

Since you sometimes felt a little lost in the grand scheme of things, it felt good to see other people were finding new things and meeting people that gave them more reasons to be happier and feel connected.

It wasn’t like you didn’t feel happy; in fact, since moving to this quaint little town, you’ve felt the happiest and most fulfilled since you could remember. However, seeing Hoseok and his girlfriend, Yoongi and Namjoon, or even the random couples at the festival, sharing food and being cutesy with each other… it reminded you, that there was something like that missing in your life.

Or was there? You would say that a lack of companionship or human connection in general was not the problem per se.

Romance and relationships had never been at the top of your list of priorities but as you were getting older, you felt the slowly-growing need for something other than friendship in your life.

Or maybe that was just the liquor and the third-wheeling talking.

Meanwhile, Jin and Jimin had formed a delicate connection over their shared love for sweet foods, treats and definitely alcohol. They were probably responsible for the majority of the empty bottles that now lined the lukewarm cooler, and they were still going strong. They even laughed at the occasional joke together.

No one could resist Jimin’s natural baby charm forever, not even stoic Seokjin. It was clear, that they were finally warming up to each other.

You only noticed after Jimin had called you over, pouting and complaining about being tired and wanting to go home. He got a little whiney when he was drunk and it was better to just give him what he wanted.

It was fine anyway. It was getting late and you both needed to be up early again for the next day of the festival so you decided to leave soon and say goodbye to your friends until tomorrow night. Taking Jimin home before he turned into an even more whiney little baby was the top priority mission right now.

Hoseok barely registered when you said goodbye and you guessed he would tap out soon, too. You refrained from disturbing Joon and Yoongi and said bye to Taehyung and Jungkook before leaving with Jimin tucked into your side. Jin accompanied you for a little while and promised to swing by again tomorrow before you parted ways and he went home, as well.

From then on, it wasn’t long before you and Jimin reached home. Jimin sighed tiredly as the shop came into view and a last surge of drunken energy sped up his step. He skipped ahead, wanting to unlock the door but stopped short as he reached the glass façade.

What was that paper taped to the door? He ripped it off and found it to be a folded piece of paper that your shop’s name written on it,

“Huh?”

He whispered to himself and turned it around in his hands before opening it.

On the inside he found a crude drawing of you and him in the booth today at the fair. There was nothing unusual about it, except for the sign above the booth, that, instead of the cute rice cake logo and writing you had printed on it, now showed a generously sized, disturbingly detailed, pile of-

“What the absolute shit?”

Jimin jumped at your voice, spinning around and trying to hide the paper behind his back and you tried to reach around him to steal it,

“YN! Don’t look!”

He wiggled out of your grasp and ran to the closest trash bin to dispose of the drawing,

“Jimin, what the heck? Was that taped to our door?” you came running after him. Jimin needed a second to regain his balance. Running around while still drunk was not the best idea. When his eyes were able to focus on your face again, he nodded,

“Yeah…”

He mumbled and watched your shoulders slump,

“Do you think it was the fluffy fools again?”

He asked carefully,

“Who else?”

You replied, turning around and walking back to the shop. Jimin followed you. Without a word you opened the door and both of you went inside, taking the stairs up to the apartment. While standing in the narrow hallway, only illuminated by the light of the street lamps outside, you turned around to face Jimin,

“I don’t understand what their problem is. Sure, we’re kind of a similar shop but it’s not like we’re monopolising the bakery business! We sell so many different things! They didn’t even think of selling pastries like we did and now they act like they’re the big ballers in the game? Like we’re stealing their customers? Ugh…”

Usually when you ranted about the fools, you sounded angry and agitated. However, even drunk Jimin noticed that now you just sounded exhausted and sad,

“YN… don’t overthink it. They’re just acting like dickheads because they’re threatened by us”,

“But why couldn’t they just come and talk to us like adults? This is all so childish…”

Jimin wrapped an arm around your shoulders,

“I know”

He knew that there were few things he could say to make you feel better right now but he still wanted to try,

“Sometimes people need to feel better about themselves and they have to put other people down to get there. It’s not right and it’s not fair. But we’re good at what we do and they clearly know it. Don’t let it get to you, Rice Cake”

Hugging his side, you let out an exasperated breath,

“I know you’re right but I’m just so tired of it”

You mumbled. Jimin let go of you to gently place both of his hands on your shoulders,

“We’ll get some rest now and it’ll all be better in the morning, ok? Maybe I can go and talk to them; try and find some sort of common ground” he sounded so sure of it, that you could only nod in agreement,

“Really?”

You whispered and smiled at him,

“Of course. I’ll do anything for you and our shop”

Jimin answered and took in your hopeful eyes and slight pout and felt his throat close up at the sight. You looked so small and cute and Jimin suddenly felt even more drunk than before. He didn’t even notice that he had moved his hands up to cup your cheeks in his hands until he felt the soft skin under his fingertips.

Goosebumps rose on your skin at his touch and you weren’t sure if this moment was still about a friend comforting another friend as they were feeling upset. Seeing Jimin’s glossy eyes, his slightly parted lips and messy, fluffy hair in the soft lighting from the street lamps had you feeling like the mood had suddenly changed,

“Jimin, what-“

You didn’t get to ask the full question, as Jimin had already pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. Plush lips moulding to yours with careful movements and shy pecks until you ran out of breath and needed to pull away. Lightly pushing at his chest, you brought some distance between the two of you. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and Jimin seemed to be equally out of breath.

Even though there had definitely been some kind of atmosphere surrounding you just moments before, this was the last thing you expected to happen. You needed to sort through your brain and find the ability to speak before the silence grew too awkward. Jimin just kissed you, you were sure he expected at least some kind of response.

You brought a hand to your forehead, combing through some of the hair in the front and trying to find the right words.

Jimin on the other hand was too starstruck too even realise your inner turmoil. He was having a hard time just coming to terms with the fact, that he had just kissed you without any warning or build-up and that he was still drunk as heck. His brain was working overtime right now, trying to process all the different feelings and experiences that had occurred in the last thirty seconds. He could still feel your skin under his fingers, could still feel his lips tingle from the way they moved against yours and the taste you left on them. It was a lot,

“Umm… I- I need to go”

You stammered and suddenly turned around to flee to your room, leaving a perplexed Jimin standing in the hallway.

Shutting the door behind you a little too forcefully you took a deep breath. What the hell just happened?

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All I Want For Christmas Is You Chapter 1 ~Sparks Will Fly~

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Hey guys, I'm back with a Christmas Ficlet, "All I Want For Christmas Is You," starring our favourite couple, Jamie and Claire.

It won't be my usual long story, but it's my wee gift to my readership who'd been following my journey in writing and always encouraging me with their insightful comments and kudos.

Please don't be disheartened when I don't always reply back to your comments, as I spend every spare time I have writing. When I'm not writing, I'm dealing with this thing called life and taking care of my loves. But I promise you, I always look forward to reading your feedback, and if you have any questions of any sorts, I will answer them. If you see any mistakes or you wish to impart something I'm doing wrong or give me some ideas, please bear in mind I welcome constructive criticism, and I welcome opinions. I would even thank you for it, and I promise you I won't take it personally. The reason I say this is because I wholeheartedly wish to improve my writing and what a better way when my readers can share their thoughts with me.

Without further ado, I wish you all happy reading.

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James Fraser stepped into the pub followed by his older brother Willie. Although it was still early evening, there was already a small crowd all hyped up into a party mode. The multiple flat TV screens on the walls were showing world championship darts without the sounds. Instead, the speakers blared with Wham's Last Christmas song with the random interference from the resident DJ. While a handful of men milled around the bar holding their pints, the women sat at the table chattering animatedly and sipping long drinks and port. With Christmas Eve only two days away, there was a sense of excitement and goodwill in the air, typical of the festive season.

"Check out those birds at three o'clock."

Jamie cocked his head at Willie's words.

Two wide-eyed bonnie lassies stood next to the pool table sipping cocktails as if awaiting their turn for a game. Living in a tight community where everyone knew everybody and their business, Jamie immediately discerned the girls were visitors.

Willie unzipped his jacket. "I saw blondie first."

Jamie followed his brother's line of sight, but his eyes darted back to the dark-haired lass with the palest skin he'd ever seen, her tresses done up in a messy bun. Her long legs, accentuated by tight black jeans, grabbed his complete attention. She had a cropped red cable-knit sweater on and boots caked with mud which meant she must have been watching the shinty game earlier along with the rest of the village folks.

"Bloody hell, look at her," Willie murmured.

Blondie wore a purple turtle neck top that showed off her nice breasts, and jeans that hugged her hips snuggly. Jamie grinned. "Och, ye like 'em curvy, but I like her mate more. Shall we talk to them?"

"Aye, let's do that before one of those lads get there first."

Jamie made a move forward.

"Hang on a minute," Willie's hand slapped across Jamie's chest, stopping him mid-saunter. "Yer ex ... she's back here for the holidays. She's sat at the bar with her mates. Are ye sure ye're ready for this?"

"Aye, aye. It's been over between us for ages," Jamie replied, not taking his eyes off the dark-haired lass. He hadn't thought about his ex for a long time and whatever he thought he'd felt for her back then, was nothing but a distant memory.

"This is just a bit of fun, alright? Dinnae get to attached. Blondie and her mate are probably tourists."

Willie had seen him go through hell over a year ago with his ex, who he thought had been the one for him. She had turned his life upside down, affecting his job, and his ability to stay sober after she'd cheated on him. Once Jamie got his act together, he'd sworn off serious relationships and decided to concentrate on work.

"Fun. Fun sounds good," Jamie muttered. When Willie didn't release him, he looked at his brother square in the eyes. "How about ye?"

"What about me?"

"Ye haven't chatted up a lass in a very long time. Are ye sure you still know how to?" Jamie asked, trying to keep a straight face.

Willie shoved his shoulder and feigned offence. "Ye cheeky git! Cannae chat any lass up when I know everyone here, now, can I?"

Jamie nodded toward the two girls. "Weel, what are we waiting for?" He took a deep breath and kinked his head sideways to the left and then to the right. "If we're just gonnae stand here like a couple of numpties and discuss, we'd be too late by the time we get there."

"Mmm, never seen ye this eager to meet a lass before," Willie grinned.

Jamie looked back at the women and noticed they were beginning to garner attention from the lads nearby. The dark-haired one made a move around the pool table followed by her mate, and he was powerless to stop his gaze wandering down to the gentle curve of her arse.

Willie straightened his posture. "Let's go," he exhaled as he made a move.

Jamie followed suit and lined up next to his brother. As they got closer, he watched as the dark-haired lass skirted past a group of pool players with a polite smile, then wrote her initials in chalk on a blackboard mounted to the wall, claiming the next game. CB, she scrawled.

She wrinkled her nose and laughed at something her friend said as she started moving towards the bar. Jamie's frown deepened when the lass didn't see the sports bag put into her path. A few steps more, and she would trip and fall flat on her face. But not if he could help it.

"Hey!" Jamie shouted, abandoning Willie's side. "Hey, ye!"

She took another step, looking over her shoulder to acknowledge what her friend was shouting at her.

"Ah, fuck!" Jamie gritted his teeth and hurried towards her in quick long strides. He had no choice but to jostle a couple of bodies out of his way as she showed no signs of hearing him. He caught her as her foot connected with the bulky bag, his arms sliding under hers and pulling her up.

Her forehead bounced off his chin. "Oh, Lordy, Lordy." She let out a lungful of air and dug her fingernails into his forearms, her breath on his neck feeling like a double shot of heat warming his insides. "I'm such a clumsy oaf."

"Hey mate, shoved that bag under the table will ye, before someone breaks their neck," Jamie shouted over the top of her head at the owner of the bag, his voice sounding a tad harsh. With her front plastered against him, Jamie could almost feel her shock subside, giving way to the vibration of her laughter. Still holding her close, he puffed out a sigh and whispered into her ears. "Next time, ye should look at where ye're going. Ye could have landed on yer face, and that wouldn't have been a pretty sight."

Still laughing, her shoulders shook, presumably finding the situation hilarious. "We left our Airbnb earlier in a hurry, and my contact lenses are at the bottom of my suitcase. I'm farsighted, you see, but I'm too vain to wear my specs."

"Enough to fall flat on yer face? "

A few heartbeats passed. "If I say yes, are you going to start yelling again?"

"Aye."

"Alright then ...no."

Realising he still held the lass in a firm grip, Jamie let her go slowly to reassure himself she was steady on her feet. She kept her head down as she took a step back to rummage through the handbag slung on her shoulder. When she got hold of what she was looking for, she put on a pair of specs and blinked up at him through round, black-rimmed eyeglasses. As their eyes met, he felt something crank in his chest. He must still be wound up from the shinty game earlier because, on a sucked-in breath, an uneven sound passed through his mouth. A Dhia. She had the most beautiful amber eyes, and they reminded him of the colour of the finest heavily peated single malt whisky, Islay had to offer.

"Oooh!" she whispered.

Aye, tell me about it. "What's yer name?"

"You're one of the shinty players from earlier."

"Uh-huh." He tamped down the urge to laugh. "Yer name?" he repeated.

If the spellbound look in her eyes meant she was stunned by what she saw, she wasn't the only one. "Oh, yes. Sorry. I'm Claire. Beauchamp. Claire Beauchamp."

"Claire." For some reason, colour bloomed in her face when he said her name. "I'm Jamie Fraser."

"Hi." After a few seconds of just staring at each other, she recovered first and slapped a hand to her forehead. "Oh, shoot, where are my manners? Thank you. Thank you for saving me from an undignified fall." Her lips twitched, and her eyes twinkled. "If I had died of embarrassment, at least no one would care since nobody knows me here."

"I would care." Someone collided into him from behind, making him close the distance between them and her head tilt back to maintain eye contact. She was a tall lass, but still, he was a head taller than her. "So ... ye're here on holiday?" he asked.

"Yes, I am ...until Boxing Day. And then we're going to Edinburgh for Hogmanay. And then flying back to London on Three Kings from Glasgow." He heard her swallow. "I have a thing for Christmas in Scotland, you see."

"Is that so? What else do ye have a thing for?"

"Probably a lot of other stuff," she whispered, clutching her handbag in front of her. "But I'm having difficulty thinking of them right this minute."

"And why is that?" God, she's breathtakingly beautiful.

"I guess I'm still rattled by that near fall." She shrugged her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Or have you forgotten all about that already?"

Jamie couldn't stop his grin. "No, not at all." In his periphery, he saw his brother and Claire's friend chatting. He wondered if he could whisk Claire away. This lass is something else. She wasn't staying here for very long, and he wanted to get to know her and make every second count.

He cleared his throat. "Look, Sassenach ..."

"Sassenach?"

He felt heat glid at the back of his neck. "Sorry ... it's a Gaelic word. It means an outsider or someone from not around here. In case ye misunderstood, it's not my intention to make it sound like ye're not welcome here. Let's just say I meant it as a pet name. Endearment, if ye will."

He regarded her as her eyes searched his face, and she made no effort at all to hide her perusal of his lips. When a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes lit up into a wicked glint, his chest expanded a hundred-fold. "I like the sound of that ...Sassenach," she breathed as she rolled the Gaelic word in her tongue.

"Mmm, so, you're from London, huh?"

She shoved her hands in the back pocket of her jeans and rocked back on her heels. "Yeah. I'm originally from Oxford. But I live and work in London as an editorial assistant for a publishing company. How about you? What do you do, besides playing shinty?"

"I'm a tree surgeon. My brother and I run an arboricultural business."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, wow! I've never met a tree surgeon before. So I guess you must love your job to make it into a business?"

"Aye, I do," he smiled, basking in her open interest in his life. "I love the outdoors and the fresh air, whatever the weather. How about ye? Do ye like yer job?"

She paused and frowned in contemplation. "It's alright," she shrugged. "It's a job that will bring me closer to fulfilling a dream, I guess. I want to be a fulltime writer one day ..."

It was his turn to be surprised. "Maybe ye should move to the countryside if ye want to be a writer. Far too many distractions in London, don't ye think?"

She grinned. "Yeah, I suppose so. But I'm enjoying London at the moment, and I'm not quite ready to give up the city life. Just yet. Maybe one day." She glanced at her watch. "Umm ...you must have somewhere to go."

He wasn't ready to let her walk away, so he forced a worried cast into his face. "Eh, ye look still shaken up. We should probably get ye something stiff to drink ...and my phone number."

Her eyes widened, and after a tense split second, laughter burst out of her lips, loud enough to turn heads in their vicinity. She brought her hand over her mouth to stifle the giggle but failed. The sound was so infectious, his own low rumble accompanied it, and he couldn't help but think, there's never been a time he felt such a powerful connection with another person.

"Actually I'm with my mate here," Claire said finally, jerking a thumb over her shoulder and twisting around to the direction of where her friend stood. "She's my French flatmate. But it looks like she's already found someone to talk to." She paused and squinted her eyes. "Oh ...I recognise that bloke she's with. He played shinty too, didn't he?"

He waved at Willie and signalled him and Claire's friend to come over. "Aye, that's my older brother."

Claire's gaze shot right back to him. "Really?" With a smile that showed off perfect teeth, she pushed her specs higher on her nose. "I wouldn't have thought. I don't have a sibling, and I just presumed your whole family would have the same gorgeous auburn hair like yours. Well, alright ..." She crimsoned to her hairline as she looked at his approaching brother. "I see some similarities now ...height, broad shoulders and the colour of your eyes."

Jamie felt a pinch of unease. Even though her vivacity was endearing, he wasn't ready to feel drawn to anyone this deeply or to care at such an alarming rate and intensity. After his last relationship broke down, there hadn't been anyone that piqued his interest ...until now. And she would be leaving in a few days. Chatting to her was only meant to be a night of enjoying the company of a beautiful lass or perhaps a diversion in whom he could lose himself into for a short time. But the moment he'd looked into her eyes, warm feelings drove into his heart while burning urges grew low in his tummy. This lass was a breath of fresh air and sexy and exactly what he needed. He mentally shook his head to clear his brain. Looking beyond the top of her head, he blurred the image of seeing this as something more. The long-distance relationship was a no-go. He was a country lad at heart, and she belonged to the city.

"Jamie?" She was staring at him as if he'd lost some of his ability to think clearly.

"I'm sorry ...still listening. It's just that I'm not used to a beautiful lass pointing out my physical attributes," he reassured her with a smile.

That beautiful blush blew across her face again. Jamie found it adorable. How could she be direct and shy at the same time? "I didn't mean to sound so bold. It must have something to do with me living in the city for so long ...you know, us Londoners tend to have no filters."

He winked at her. "Dinnae fash, lass. I kinda like it." And he meant it.

She was about to respond when Willie and Claire's friend reached them, huge smiles painted across their faces like they'd hit it off.

The blonde girl took a step forward towards Jamie. "Hi! Claire and I enjoyed watching you guys play shinty earlier. I didn't realise it would be so aggressively physical. By the way, I'm Annalise," she smiled warmly, holding out her hand.

Jamie took it. "Aye, that it is and difficult to play when the grounds are too soggy. It could get pretty messy in this dreich weather." He shook her hand. "I'm Jamie ...please to meet ye."

"Likewise," Annalise replied, glancing at her friend.

Willie introduced himself to Claire, then brought his attention to their situation. "Looks like yer glasses are empty, ladies. Can we invite ye both to join us for a drink?"

Jamie saw Annalise elbow Claire with a conspiratorial look. When Claire nodded, Annalise batted her eyes at his brother. "Sure. That would be nice. I'd like a vodka and tonic please."

Willie grinned like he'd just received an early Christmas present and Jamie understood the feeling.

"Sassenach, what would ye like to drink?"

Before Claire could reply, Hugh, one of the lads in his shinty team, tapped her on the shoulder. "It's ye against me now, lass."

Claire swung around and looked at the cue stick being handed to her, and her eyes lit. Turning back to Jamie, she grinned. "This won't take long, but I'll have a single malt, neat, please." Then she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek. "This is for good luck."

He froze. It was an innocent kiss, but it packed quite a punch.

"Oh ...and yeah, it's a belated thank you again for breaking my fall," she quickly added, suddenly, appearing unsure like she doubted the gesture.

A slow grin roused to form on his lips. "Ye can thank me by going out with me ...tonight," he said, without thinking.

She blinked.

"I'd like to show ye something."

Her brows wrinkled as she studied his face.

"I'd really like to get to know ye better and take ye out," he said. "Please allow me." If she said no, he was quite certain he was going to beg.

"Alright."

He smiled as relief surged through him. "I'll wait for you until ye finish yer game," he said. "We'll leave after we've had a drink with my brother and yer friend."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere Christmassy."

She gave him a wary look, and he laughed.

"Listen." He leaned in close. "I'll get yer friend to take a picture of my driving licence if that will make ye feel better."

He was about to pull out his wallet to retrieve it when she stopped him with a wave of a hand. "I trust you."

"That's a good start."

She rolled her eyes and laughed, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

Slowly backing away from him, she smiled. "Let me play this one game first, and then I'll be with you."

With his heart in his throat, he watched her progress as she walked towards the pool table and swapped a few quick words with her opponent, who seemed to be humouring her. After the lively exchange, Claire pulled up the sleeves of her sweater to her elbow and rubbed her hands together. Before she began chalking the cuestick, she gave him a wink. That mere display made the muscles in his belly clench, literally whooshing the breath out of him.

A slap on his back tore his gaze away from Claire. "Easy now lad," Willie said in a low, amused voice. "Ye look like ye could use the same drink as her."

Jamie glanced back at the subject of their conversation. "Aye, but make mine a double," he whispered.

"On it," Willie replied, laughing as he walked off.

What the bloody hell? He should be withdrawing himself away from this attraction because this mad instant bond between them was like an overloaded electrical fuse, capable of incinerating him alive. He'd already learnt his lesson from his last relationship. He'd been there and done that, but yet he didn't have the will to stop himself from finding out how their connection would play out.

Oh, Christ, this is bad. So, so bad, I'm in so much big trouble. Taking a huge sigh, he found himself a stool nearest to the pool table and watched Claire steal the show from the best snooker player in Broch Mordha.

#melodyheart #all I want for christmas is you #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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If I was a Love Interest in Sweet Elite

In the game, I’ll be a highly fictionalised version of myself, my personality stays the same. Also, I am a WOC (woman of colour), so I am going to reveal my ethnicity. Also im rich as fu-

(following the student file format)

Student File

(General Information)

Name: Amara Olalia (my scholar’s name, so im using it here)

Gender: Female

Department: Fine Arts

Concentration: Screenwriting and Filmmaking

Height: 5′6/167 cm/1.67 meters

Ethnicity: Filipino

Nationality: Filipino/American (dual-citizen)

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(Skills)

Creativity: ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ /5

Academics: ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ /5

Teamwork: ⬛️⬛️ /5

Extracurricular: ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ /5

Technique: ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ /5

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(General Comments)

“Amara is a highly creative storyteller with intricate characters and symbolic cinematography. Her witty and very relatable dialouge in her scripts makes it feel real. Despite that, she is quiet, asocial, and hates working with people. Her concentrating in filming and writing is a weakness, if she doesn’t tell those her ideas. As I know it will be better than everyone else’s. What I have seen in the classroom, she is empathetic and emotional, which is one of her best traits. If she learns how to trust others with those exact qualities; where she can comfortably open up and reveal her plans, she can win awards with her future work.” - Prof. Robert Boss

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(Academic Record)

Strengths: Humanities, Fine Arts, Performing Arts, History

Weaknesses: Mathematics, Physics, Chemistry

Notes: “Amara knows how to tell a story through different perspectives, more talented than other aspiring filmmakers. Thanks to that, she knows how to build off the ground well. But she daydreams often.” - Prof. Robert Boss

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(Health Record)

Highly prone to mental burnouts

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(Awards & Honors)

Won in National Film Festival for Talented Youth

See comprehensive list of won short story competitions

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(Disciplinary Action)

Detention for not wearing uniform

Special permission: Can wear own version of uniform (as long is wearing pin or emblem)

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(Extras)

Works with the Fine Arts Department student led newsletter (Arlington News)

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My Character Arc (insert dramatic anime music)

I’d mention that I have a strong attachment to my family, especially my extended family (its true). It started when I became closed off and prone to crying, scholar and the 10 will become increasingly concerned, but Ellie was the first to find out. Scholar know that I never reveal too much about myself, but I know too much of others (like Neha’s status). When I finally open up that a close relative of mine passed away, the 10 finally saw how I actually feel for once. My emotions cannot be handled in a healthy way, so I just lash out. Eventually getting in a fight with Karolina. She said that seeing me geniunely angry was one of the scariest things she had ever seen. Scholar will soon confront me, and I’d let it out. On how I can’t go back home to hug my family and properly mourn. The 10 help set up with a virtual funeral, so I can still be there. My arc being resolved. Learning to open up about my issues and saying my actual opinions.

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My relationships with the Main 10/Other things

Besties!!!: Tyler, Ellie, Tegan (TENT BITCH)

Besties, but won’t say anything about it to Karolina until later: Neha

Close; Karolina, Raquel

Good terms: Alistair, Claire, Axel (mixed)

Its confusing, but we like each other: Tadashi

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Notes from relationships

Tegan and I play Smash Bros a lot to settle our arguements (i main byleth and roy)

Tyler, Ellie, and I dramatically act out my stories

Neha and Karol often invite me to go shopping with them

Karol actually tolerates and likes me, because of my relationship with Neha

Axel doesn’t like it when I criticise his new music, but he takes it as constructive

Raquel and Alistair watches sports anime with me (both get hyped while watching Haikyuu)

Claire gives me some plants she grew so I can send it to my mom as a gift

Tadashi and I have a brother and sister relationship (but he attacks me for not wearing my uniform at all)

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Uniform (but I actually despise uniforms)

I wear black boyfriend jeans, with an oversized college sweatshirt with the school’s emblem over the collared shirt. Wears white high top converse with shin high wool socks. Sometimes I would wear the skirt with black thigh highs, but its very uncommon. (in my first year, Tadashi and I had a fight about it. It’s where I first called him Nakahoe)

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Yeah, I'm rich as fu-

My family would own a software engineering company. Both parents would promote my creativity. I was born in America, but parents from the Philippines.

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Favourite/Least Favourite things

Likes: TV shows, movies, writing, family

Dislikes: Entitled people, hierarchies, science class

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Would Scholar like me as a friend or love interest?????

They would like me because I often make jokes that fits any kind of scenario (I actually do that). I would often rant about my stories, so they might find me endearing or cute because I love my characters from it. I’m also emotionally intelligent, so I often comfort Scholar, and know how they feel (I’d do that for my friends).

Why they would not like me, is because I never reveal anything personal. Compared to the others, who casually mention it sometimes (ie: Tadashi saying he is part of the Nakano family). I wouldn’t say about how I’m actually feeling or issues, but after my arc; I’d slowly open up.

#sweet elite #dulcet games #dating sim #english otome #otome game #this is so fun to write

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okaywitheverything · 4 years

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Can I request a Kakashi x reader where Kakashi and the reader have a unspoken thing between them, like they both know how they feel about each other even through when going through different relationships but it’s just not something they’ve acted on because of ✨ninja life✨ and ✨trauma✨then one of the readers relationships starts moving too fast so kakashi finally confesses. I love your writing btw sorry I went off on a ramble it’s like 4am and I’ve had a lot of energy drinks

A/N: Thank you so much honey! I had a kakashi kick so i decided to write this, Hope you enjoy! Please show it love and I’ll be more than willing to write a second part!

“I had a fun time too.” You lied straight through your teeth, with a smile on your face to make your statement look more convincing.

You had just returned from your sixth date with Genma, and you were the most cruel human possible for leading him on like this. Given, he was a player back in the academy and broke many hearts but he had now redeemed himself and parted with the playboy ways. Your intuition told you he was genuinely falling for you but you couldn’t reciprocate, constantly giving yourself the excuse of just one more date.

But how to give your heart to him when it already belonged to another?

He pecked your lips lightly and gazed into your eyes, then stepped back and continued, “So I was wondering if you would come back to my place for dinner next Friday?

He looked like a golden retriever yearning for its favourite toy, you didn’t know how to say no to him.

Of course, you weren’t dumb. You knew what he was hinting at. The next level of your relationship was physical intimacy. You were sure this was the longest Genma might have dated someone without indulging in uhh, lovemaking.

You knew he was trying to be patient with you, because you had never gone that far with any of

your previous relationships, third base was foreign territory to you. You knew this was a well known fact among your colleagues but you were over the initial embarrassment now.

But the question was,

Were you ready for that?

He was one of the most sought after bachelors in Konoha, alongside Izumo, Kotetsu, Kakashi-

Kakashi of course.

Kakashi was coolness personified and you were not even kidding. Almost every one wanted to either be him or be with him. Both applied to all possible genders. Even as a kid, he was a once in a millennium prodigy, the pride of ANBU during his youth, famous in every Ninja village across the world. He was a celebrity for goodness sake! He had his own horde of fangirls and fanboys alike. Kakashi had single digit failed missions in an entire record of few hundreds at least. It was almost an insult to give that skilled shinobi a mission below A rank. You both started alongside ay the academy and you were nowhere near his match. Both as an opponent and a partner. That too in both senses, as a team as well as a couple.

You were sure you were one of the many girls pining after him. Sometimes, you gave yourself false hope that even though you weren’t in the same circle at academy, he might have noticed you, crushed on you, felt the same adoration for you.

But who were you kidding? With a exquisite range of beauties lining up at his doorstep to create his progeny, where would you even stand?

“(Y/N) babe? You alright?” Genma asked snapping you out of your thoughts and you almost forgot he was standing in front of you, actually paying you some of his wanted attention and your younger self might have almost felt giddy about it, but you felt nothing but horrible. Horrible because you couldn’t return the enthusiasm and love Genma was offering to you with a pure heart. Horrible because you couldn’t find it in yourself to be brave enough and confess to someone you wanted to be with so much. Horrible because you knew, somewhere deep inside, that your favourite fantasies of love would never come true. But Genma didn’t deserve this either, he didn’t deserve to be treated this way, and the sooner you told him that, the more heartbreak you would be saving both of you from.

“Genma I have mission on Thursday, which might extend up to weeks. I’m sorry-” That was the truth. It might buy you some time as well to figure out what to say to him.

“Hey, it’s okay, not your fault doll. We’ll reschedule after maybe? That sound good?” He gave you a cheeky smile that you loved. Before any of this, you had been friends and he was a gem of a friend. Loyal, true and charismatic. You nodded a genuine smile up at him and suddenly hugged him, he was a good friend after all and you knew nothing would come in the way of that ever.

“Thank you.” You murmured in his chest and he kissed your forehead.

“Anytime.” He replied and left with a smile.

He knew you needed a friend at the moment and that was all he was being then, a good friend.

It was two nights before your mission when Genma suddenly asked you to meet him at the bar. ‘A casual hangout’ he said. But you knew that was obviously not the case.

You had dressed in a simple attire, a top and jeans, the basic only. You had thought it over the previous nights and finally reached the conclusion, you were going to tell Genma the truth. The exact conversation hadn’t played out in your head but you knew what lines to go along.

You would even tell everyone he dumped you and it would be okay if he never wanted to speak to you again cause you didn’t deserve even his friendship for being so ruthless and downright nasty.

But how would you survive without one of your true companions?

Well that was certainly your problem now, not his. Genma was immaculately kind and genuine and you were a cold bitch.

“This is clearly not working (Y/N).”

Well that wasn’t what you were expecting. You knew what he was getting at but juts so you were on the same page you dumbly asked, “What?”

He sighed and looked in your eyes, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“It’s getting kinda obvious. You do know I can read you quite well and I see there’s something you’re trying to hide, something that so clearly shows. I could tell you were moving on, well trying to at least. You gave your heart to him when we were just kids, while I gave mine to you. Funny how fate works?”

Neither of you laughed.

“But I guess this is some sort of karma. And it’s going to hurt me for a bit of time. But I’ll be okay. I can’t see you like anymore though. I really hope he appreciates all the love you have for him. And comes around soon. But stay in my life nevertheless.”

You didn’t realise when you started crying, but your face had heated up and you streams of tears tried to cool it down.

With a shaking sob, you replied, “I don’t deserve you Genma. But I Know you’ll find another and be just fine. For your sake, I really hope you do. And Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around him while tears landed on both your shoulders.

It must have been so incredibly hard for him to do this yet he never failed to amaze you. You were proud to be a part of his life. You tilted back and looked in his glazed eyes, stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his, one last pasting kiss. There was so much emotion in it, from both sides that you knew you’d never forget this moment ever.

Genma really knew like the back of his hand, you never even said his name but both knew who you were talking about.

Kakashi always sat at the back of the bar, where he could drink his beer without the prying eyes of others trying to see his face. He rarely drank, lest he was with his friends but his heart was aching right now. He had messed up his mission yesterday because he couldn’t think straight after he saw (Y/N) looking as gorgeous as ever With her sleek (f/c) dress and cherry red lips. He might have drooled, he did actually, but gained his senses when he saw Genma accompanying her. He quickly hid, masking his chakra and looked at the happy couple. It was his fault, if anything for never acting on his feelings.

What good are your worldwide achievements if you don’t have a family to share them with?

Both his parents were taken away from him at a very young age and he had no relatives. Studying too hard, over exerting himself and being bratty became his coping mechanisms. Since his early childhood, Kakashi was very independent and self-confident, at times even appearing arrogant and condescending. Despite that, Kakashi was very perceptive and intuitive, quickly realising the situation for what it was. After his father's death, Kakashi became more stern, aloof and cold toward others, dating was never something he considered important, it didn’t even cross his mind. The only people he ever let into his life were a handful of classmates like Gai, Asuma, maybe even Kurenai to some extent but romance was out of his story, At least he thought it was.

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go And you let her go

He first realised his love at some festival being celebrated in Konoha, when his bored eyes saw you all dressed up, beside your group of friends. You were laughing so wholeheartedly that even tears pooled there. He was thankful for whatever had you wheezing so hard. Sure, he always thought you were attractive, he knew how to appreciate beauty, but for some reason that laugh created a domestic picture in his head and he knew wouldn’t mind listening to it again.

That night he thought about you, like really thought about you. Reminiscing about every encounter you both had ever had, and he fell harder for you the same night. He remembered how you approached him after his father’s passing, the only person whose eyes held true sadness apart from his real friends’ circle.

He knew a lot of his admirers left him gifts at his house, expensive chocolates, cards, bouquets but he knew their intentions were never genuine. But he also remembered that among the lot, were homemade cookies and chocolates. They never had a name but he connected the dots when he found out your distant aunt had some sort of bakery. It was conformed when he saw you travelling through Konoha with several baskets in your hands, Your teen self trying to figure the addresses. He might or not have followed you. Some were your aunt’s deliveries while you brought some of them to your friends’ house and one last basket which you left at his doorstep.

You never approached him after to take credit, or with some other purpose. You didn’t even contact him in academy the next day.

He found himself wishing way too often that you did.

As much of a genius as Kakashi was, it took him way too much time, more than he’d like to admit, several years exactly, to realise the extent of his feelings. It happened when you started to date someone. It never crossed his mind why you never dated before but he wished it could go back to that. He caught you with your date kissing in a park and he swore he heard his heart break. Like really, really break. Then the intellectual finally figured out his Love.

And he knew he screwed up.

You see her when you close your eyes Maybe one day you'll understand why Everything you touch surely dies.

After that realization, you plagued his thoughts. He thought he would confess if your relationship ended but he was a coward. And he hated himself for it. He knew how shit his reason of losing you if he confessed was, but it was effective. The amount of close people he had lost just amplified his fear. He couldn’t afford to lose you, even if it pained his heart to admire you just from afar.

He was an exceptional ninja and his alert senses identifies your chakra as soon as you entered. Even in casual clothes, you were the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on. His gaze followed your short walk to the bar countertop where he found Genma and his mood turned sour. He was once again reminded of all he couldn’t have.

He observed the couple from a few feet behind his crush, and he saw you both hug suddenly. His heart broke all over again when he saw a tear roll down Genma’s cheek and you pulling Genma in a hot, steamy kiss. Though you both weren’t aware, you made quite a scene in the bar and everyone was gazing right at you both. Kakashi quickly paid for his tab and ran out, breathing heavily.

What if Genma proposed? That was a bizarre thought because he knew you’ve been dating for just over a month but Kakashi didn’t know how relationships progressed. That night found him lying awake in his bed and he came to a conclusion.

That he’d be damned if he let you get away without even trying.

A/N: Thanks for making it till the end. I hoped you liked it. Requests are open and if you don’t have any prompt, just comment which character you’d like to see more of and I’ll consider requests of that character. Please reblog and like. I’ll love you if you do.

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The Beauty That Is She

Part 3 is finally here!! Previous Updates Here:)

Before we get into this one, I want to say a quick thank you to those of you who have asked if I was alright and have been so, so patient for this update. I'm so sorry it's been so long, but this story was only meant to be a few chapters long and now, my ideas keep changing and there is so much I want to write for it. I can't thank you all enough for the kind words and the encouragement, I honestly didn't think people would enjoy this that much considering it's not one of the mains AND that I've paired him with an OC.

This one isn't my favourite but it is still important or you might get a little confused later on. The wedding/wedding night is in the editing process and I'm still deciding if it should be two small chapters or one big one!

Anyway, enough of my rambling and on with the show!

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It was the day before the wedding and Fenrys was terrified. Not because he didn't want this or he was having second thoughts, but because he was terrified Eva would say she didn't want this anymore, didn’t want him. But above all of that, he was terrified of the words about to come out of the trembling messenger boy’s mouth.

Rowan’s personal messenger, who had managed to secure his place when Rowan had found him trying to survive on the streets. His name, Fenrys remembered, was Kallias. He was just a year younger than Connall and abandoned by his family when he was spotted kissing one of the boys from the village. The family had up and moved not long after, the villagers saying they were too disgraced. Fenrys thought it was all fucking absurd. Your child was your child, regardless of who they chose to love and he would make sure his future children knew that too. The thought of those children, his and Eva’s, brought Fenrys back to Kallias.

“What is it, Kal?” The boy shifted on his feet and Fenrys heard the way he took several deep breaths before he spoke.

“The King wishes to see you out in the courtyard, My Lord.” He rolled his eyes at the title, trying to act as if those words weren’t scaring the fuck out of him.

“How many times have I told you not to call me that? It’s just Fenrys, kid.” Kallias nodded, but he still heard the muttered ‘yes, my lord’ before he turned to leave. Fenrys couldn’t help the way he tried to straighten his tunic and his hair before making his way to see Rowan. It’s not as if looking a bit cleaner would save him from the other male’s protectiveness. He understood though, because he would be the exact same way if his daughter was about to be married off. It would mean she was no longer his to protect, no longer his to care for. Although he would still do those things, every day, until his dying breath.

The halls of the castle were full of people bustling about, adding the last few touches of decorations here and there. Aelin could be heard before you even saw her, making sure everything was perfect. His Queen would like to think everything was done by her, but it was his Eva who led all of the wedding preparations. Fenrys was enraptured whilst watching Eva tell her mother exactly what she wanted, where it would all go and when it would happen. Aelin had tried to get her way only once, but Rowan had just given her a look, along with a light smile and she had kept silent and continued to make sure Eva wouldn’t have to worry about anything. He breathed deeply as he pushed through a large oak door and stepped out into the courtyard. Out of all of the places he’d seen, the places he’d lived, nowhere had ever felt like home as much as Terrasen did. Not even all of those years spent in Doranelle serving Maeve. Rowan wasn’t hard to find, all he had to do was follow the loud cursing and shouts of “You can get off of me now, Buzzard!”

When he reached them, he bit his lip trying not to laugh; lest he want to go a couple rounds with his Queen for making fun of her. Rowan had Aelin pinned to the ground, straddling her hips and a hand on each of her wrists, her blade knocked a few feet away. When Aelin noticed him, she twisted her head to look at him upside down, eyes narrowed. “What in the hell are you doing out here?” Rowan stood slowly, pulling his wife up beside him, placing a quick kiss to her temple.

“I sent for him,” he said, before Fenrys could even open his mouth. Aelin folded her arms across her chest and raised a brow.

“What could you possibly need him for? His wedding is tomorrow, he still has things to do.” He didn’t really have things to do, just to help set up tables outside for the festivities after the ceremony, but he thought his Queen might be trying to save his ass from Rowan’s ‘territorial fae bullshit’. Fenrys was grateful for the effort, though he doubted even she could save him.

“There’s something I want to show him. We’ll be back in time for when Lorcan and Elide get here, I promise.” Aelin stared at her husband for a few moments longer, having one of those silent conversations before she nodded, kissing Fenrys on the cheek before walking back to the castle, muttering about seeing if Connall wanted to read their newest book. Rowan looked to him when she was out of sight, an unreadable expression on his face before he said, “come and walk with me.” Not a question, nor a request, so he followed obediently as the silver haired man made his way to the tree line. They didn’t speak as they walked, the only sounds were of rabbits and birds that he wouldn’t know were there without his fae hearing, and the crunch of shrubbery underfoot. Studying the warrior a few paces in front of him, he noticed the male hadn’t actually brought any of his weapons with him. It made him feel better, knowing he wasn’t likely to get stabbed, but that didn’t mean Rowan couldn’t hurt him. There was no need for weapons considering how much power he had.

After what felt like hours in the silence, was merely a thirty minute walk to the hills within the grounds, but far behind the castle where Rowan halted them. “Where are we?” His King, his brother in arms, his friend looked at him with such softness in those stark green eyes; Fenrys couldn’t even find the will to look away.

“We’ll get to that, but first I have to say a few things.” He dipped his head for Rowan to go on. “When Aelin first told me she was carrying twins, I cried for hours. It was from overwhelming joy and excitement, but also from an underlying fear. Fae twins are rare, as you know, but childbirth for fae females is also a difficulty. I was so, so terrified something would go wrong, that I’d lose them, including Aelin and that it would be like Lyria all over again.” Fenrys pushed the thoughts from his mind, trying not to remember how cold and angry Rowan had once been. He knew that it would have been a lot worse this time, had the worst actually occurred. “But everything was fine. I watched as they grew, as they kicked their tiny little feet against my touch for the first time. And then suddenly, as if I had merely blinked, I was holding Evalin in my arms.” Images of the warm summer evening the twins were welcomed into the world bombarded him, and he could clearly see Rowan with a babe in each arm in his mind’s eye. It was a sight you simply couldn’t forget. “She may be grown up Fenrys, but she’s my little girl, as she always will be. But tomorrow, tomorrow she becomes yours to love, to cherish and protect and I’ll respect that of course I will, but she’ll never stop being my sweet little princess who used to whack me with wooden swords and put flowers in my hair.” There was a dampness to his cheeks and he realised with a start, as he brought his hand to his face, that he’d started crying somewhere along the way.

“Of course she’s yours Rowan. That will never change, but just so you know, I’ll spend every day of my life trying to be worthy of her, to be worthy of being loved by her.” It was true, he didn’t deserve someone such as Eva, but he’d do everything in his power to prove himself to her. Rowan brought him into a back-clapping hug and he could do nothing but return it.

“I know boyo, I know, I’m just feeling a bit emotional is all and Aelin probably would have told me I was being ridiculous. Also,” he pulled away and smiled wickedly, “even if you do fuck this up somehow, I think I would be lower down on your list of concerns.” Rowan started walking again, pushing between the low-hanging branches of two old willow trees.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I think Con would beat me to you. He may be younger than Lin and Mia, but he’s fiercely protective when it comes to his sisters.” The miniature version of Rowan Whitehorn was a hellion naturally, but it was worse when something had happened to the twins. Fenrys had seen a little bit of that protection show the day the mating bond had settled.

“Speaking of, have you noticed Con has been spending a lot of time with Kallias lately? I’ve found them together a few times in the library, though Connall usually catches me from the corner of his eye and darts away. Poor Kal is always left confused and I think a little hurt.” There was a low chuckle from Rowan, his head shaking.

“I’ve seen them. I’ve known about my son’s preference for males for years, but I think he’s scared to tell us. I think they might even get a little shock of their own in a couple of years, honestly.” Interesting. “Aelin is desperate to call him out on it, but I’ve told her this is something he needs to sort out within himself first. He’ll tell us when he’s ready, though I hope it’s soon, because all I want is for him to be who he wants.” He was about to retort when Rowan halted them abruptly, nodding his head to the right of them. When he turned in that direction, his breath caught a little in his throat. There, in amongst the trees, was a small little yellow cottage. It was dark inside and Fenrys could smell the stale scent of pine and snow, indicating Rowan had been he but not recently.

“Rowan?”

The male in question dug into one of the pockets on his breeches, and pulled a small, silver key that glinted in the few rays of sunlight that shone through the canopy. “I started building this when Aelin told me she was with child, and then started another one after she had announced it would be twins. I knew that when they were all grown up, my children would want to leave and live independently, to be their own person. I also knew it would be hard for us to let them out of our sight, so I wanted to give them somewhere that they were far enough away from us, but somewhere I knew they would be safe, protected.” He pressed the key into the palm of Fenrys’ hand and folded his fingers over it. The metal was cool in his palm, barely weighing anything at all. “You and Evalin don’t have to live here of course, but I wanted her to know there was a place for her to start this new adventure with you.”

“I don’t know what to say.” There were things Fenrys knew he should say, but the words got stuck in his throat.

“There’s no need to say anything.” Rowan’s eyes were lined with silver as he ran his eyes over the place he’d created for his child. It wasn’t hard to imagine being here with Eva, it wasn’t hard at all.

“You said you started another when you knew it was going to be twins, did you start another when Aelin told you about Connall?” His friend wiped at his eyes quickly before nodding in confirmation.

“Yes. Mia’s is to the west of here, barely any distance from here at all and closer to the lake. I built Con’s to the east side of the castle, actually. There’s a small cavern close to it that has a hot spring inside, which I thought would be good for practicing.”

The two of them stayed out there for a little while longer, occasionally letting a content silence between them, or talking about all sorts of topics and reminiscing on the past. Soon enough, they were on the move again, reaching the castle just in time for Elide and Lorcan’s arrival, Aelin waiting for them with a glare. It was possible that they were a little behind when they said they’d be back. Fenrys tried to greet his friend’s as they arrived, little ones in tow, but Rowan stopped him with a hand to his shoulder, telling him to go and rest because he had a big day tomorrow. He let out a breath and agreed, walking back to his room without stopping to say hello to anyone.

When he was washed and settled into bed, Fenrys let the darkness take him into the land of dreams with a smile on his face.

Tomorrow, he was getting married.

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