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[my-equity-guru]

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[mayuri-manufacturer]

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[mahesh23]

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[rajeshiv]

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[rochenn]

The Jedi Order mainly being an institution about teaching makes me sad that we never see more "Jedi classes" outside of the popular ones like martial arts, healthcare and Force wackery.

Alongside basic language and science education etc there have to be at least some trade and college courses on offer, right? The Jedi need a bunch of their own people with law degrees. Proper pedagogy studies for future crèchemasters. Cooks. Managers. All types of engineers. Electricians. Accountants. Researchers. How many Jedi hold a doctorate or professorate? Because I think a large number of them do. Their databanks are filled with millennia of dissertations. You can still find Yoda's articles from 500 years ago and cite them in your history research paper.

The Order just having its own micro-economy going on and every member getting their own regular job education next to all the lightsaber swinging adventures... pls

[phoenixyfriend]

STAR WARS PREQUELS BALLET AU

Anakin does ballet, and Aayla is the prima, they end up as leads most of the time.

Obi-Wan is a teacher, obviously, but still dresses like a close to a philosophy professor as possible.

Padme is primarily ballroom, both competitive and teaching, but she's at the same studio as the rest of them. It's a shared space they trade off in schedules, so she runs into Anakin sometimes and they hit it off.

Ahsoka does swing. She and Rex are on a competition circuit, but they also take hip-hop and breaking classes with Aayla, who recently went from senior student under Quinlan to an actual teacher herself.

Mostly though, I'm imagining Anakin and Aayla at barre, gossiping as they stretch and wait for their classmates. Ridiculous Dancer Warm-Up Fashion included.

Alas, it's very much an AU that's suited to art rather than fic.

Obi-Wan teaching a youth class with 11yo Reva and 13yo Kanan and Cal...

(Also I keep imagining 37yo Obi-Wan having a cane here. Lots of injuries a dancer could have, I'm thinking ACL.)

[faulty-writes]

HIII!!! My dear, favorite tenya writter.

Could i please request some headcanons of iida with a very poor childhood friend? Like, they met when reader was trying to trade a penny for his whole aah school backpack or something 😭

(By the way, just so you know, i am currently reading every single tenya fanfic you have ever wrote)

((i am so normal about him))

Awe, I'm so glad I can be your favorite Tenya writer. I would love to write another AU one shot featuring him, but I can't think of any solid plotlines. Eventually, I'll get there. But this request sounds adorable. I hope I did it justice.

Tenya took pride in the Iida family name, but he was never one to flaunt his high status until he met you. The ragged clothes you wore caught his attention, as did the way you were staring at him and your attempted trade-off of his backpack and supplies for one yen coin.

"It's quite alright. If I wish to be like my elder brother, I will provide aid to you." His family legacy of heroes was something he took seriously, and as such, he helped provide financial aid for your school supplies, clothing, and on occasion meals.

You tried to repay him for the good deeds he provided by giving him handwritten cards, self-made crafts, and subtle signs of affection. He seemed appreciative of them, but you vowed to repay him more properly one day.

"You are capable of achieving whatever you desire. However, if you need assistance, I would be honored to aid you." Being low-class, you didn't have a lot of dreams because reality was nothing but a nightmare. But Tenya always encouraged you to pursue your ambitions, even if the two of you were small compared to this big world.

While Tenya wasn't popular, he had more friends than you and it was assumed this was because of his high-class status. Still, he always invited you to do activities with his other friends and made sure that they weren't rude to you. If by chance they were, he'd speak up and request they apologize for mistreating you.

"It's quite fine if you require some time to properly express how you feel." On occasion, Tenya would find you isolating yourself and recognized this typically happened when you were emotionally overwhelmed, and he tried to offer comfort and support. Most of the problems were related to your social status and poor home life.

You were grateful that you created memories with Tenya. Although being children, it was hard to tell what the future brought. Still, the days you spent eating lunch together, playing in the sand, and being pushed on the swing were something you knew you would treasure for the rest of your life.

[simply-ivanka]

Who’s Afraid of Project 2025?

Democrats run against a think-tank paper that Trump disavows. Why?

Wall Street Journal

July 29, 2024

By The Editorial Board

Americans are learning more about Kamala Harris, as Democrats rush to anoint the Vice President’s candidacy after throwing President Biden overboard. Ms. Harris wasted no time saying she’s going to run hard against a policy paper that Donald Trump has disavowed—the supposedly nefarious agenda known as Project 2025. But who’s afraid of a think-tank white paper?

“I will do everything in my power to unite the Democratic Party—and unite our nation—to defeat Donald Trump and his extreme Project 2025 agenda,” Ms. Harris tweeted shortly after President Biden dropped out. She’s picking up this ball from Mr. Biden, and her campaign website claims that Project 2025 would “strip away our freedoms” and “abolish checks and balances.”

***

Sounds terrible, but is it? The 922-page document doesn’t lack for modesty, as a wish list of policy reforms that would touch every part of government from the Justice Department to the Corporation for Public Broadcasting. The project is led by the Heritage Foundation and melds the work of some 400 scholars and analysts from an eclectic mix of center-right groups. The project is also assembling a Rolodex of those who might work in a Trump Administration.

Most of the Democratic panic-mongering has focused on the project’s aim to rein in the administrative state. That includes civil service reform that would make it easier to remove some government workers, and potentially revisiting the independent status of agencies like the Federal Trade Commission.

The latter isn’t going to happen, but getting firmer presidential control over the bureaucracy would improve accountability. The federal government has become so vast that Presidents have difficulty even knowing what is going on in the executive branch. Americans don’t want to be ruled by a permanent governing class that doesn’t answer to voters.

Some items on this menu are also standard conservative fare. The document calls for an 18% corporate tax rate (now 21%), describing that levy as “the most damaging tax” in the U.S. system that falls heavily on workers. A mountain of economic literature backs that up. The blueprint suggests tying more welfare programs with work; de-regulating health insurance markets; expanding Medicare Advantage plans that seniors like; ending sugar subsidies; revving up U.S. energy production. That all sounds good to us.

Democrats are suggesting the project would gut Social Security, though in fact it bows to Mr. Trump’s preference not to touch the retirement program, which is headed for bankruptcy without reform. No project can profess to care about the rising national debt, as Heritage does, without fixing a program that was 22% of the federal budget in 2023.

At times the paper takes no position. For example: The blueprint features competing essays on trade policy. This is a tacit admission that for all the GOP’s ideological confusion on economics, many conservatives still understand that Mr. Trump’s 10% tariff is a terrible idea.

As for the politics, Mr. Trump recently said online that he knew “nothing about Project 2025. I have no idea who is behind it.” That may be true. The chance that Mr. Trump has read any of it is remote to nil, and he doesn’t want to be tied to anyone’s ideas since he prizes maximum ideological flexibility.

The document mentions abortion nearly 200 times, but Mr. Trump wants to neutralize that issue. The project’s chief sponsor, Heritage president Kevin Roberts, also gave opponents a sword when he boasted of “a second American revolution” that would be peaceful “if the left allows it to be.” This won’t help Mr. Trump with the swing voters he needs to win re-election.

By our lights the project’s cultural overtones are also too dark and the agenda gives too little spotlight to the economic freedom and strong national defense that defined the think tank’s influence on Ronald Reagan in 1980.

***

But the left’s campaign against Project 2025 is reaching absurd decibels. You’d think Mr. Trump is a political mastermind hiding the secret plans he’ll implement with an army of shock troops marching in lockstep. If his first term is any guide, and it is the best we have, Mr. Trump will govern as a make-it-up-as-he-goes tactician rather than a strategist with a coherent policy guide. He’ll dodge and weave based on the news cycle and often based on whoever talks to him last.

Not much of the Project 2025 agenda is likely to happen, even if Republicans take the House and Senate. Democrats will block legislation with a filibuster. The bureaucracy will leak with abandon and oppose even the most minor reforms to the civil service. The press will revert to full resistance mode, and Mr. Trump’s staff will trip over their own ambitions.

Democrats know this, which is why they fear Trump II less than they claim. They’re targeting Project 2025 to distract from their own failed and unpopular policies.

[jexnkookie]

The Law of Attraction (Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader) [Part 8]

Story Synopsis: Throughout his life, Jung Kook has only ever loved one girl. Despite her being out of his league and of an elite class that he wasn't born into, he fell hard, keeping his feelings a closely guarded secret. When they parted ways, and Jung Kook pursued his law career, he did so with the intent of moving on. But when she unexpectedly arrives back into his life, Jung Kook finds himself once again face to face with his own insecurities, and the girl of his dreams.

Story Rating: M (18+) [Language, sex, depression, alcoholism]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Characters/Pairings: Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader)

Chapter Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Note: *SPOILERS: Please read after reading the chapter* As I mentioned in my author's note, the places in this chapter are either inspired by, or directly noted, as real places in NYC. The 'French language book store' is heavily inspired by Albertine, which does have a beautiful ceiling on the second floor, like the one described here, and is only a twenty minute walk away from the second location, Central Park Zoo. So this chapter largely takes place in the irl area of Upper Manhattan. Again, thank you so much for reading!

Taglist: @cassies-cookies @crisle19 @dream-cvtcher @jimincrystal @jksusawife @jk-190811 @khadeeeeej @kooklovee @lalataegi @lallataegi @mukeovernetflix @rispwn @shellyyy177 @smoljimjim @taetaecatbo @user-190811 @whoa-jo @11thenightwemet11

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Blueberry pancakes were a treat that you haven’t enjoyed since you were a kid. You used to make them during warm, summer mornings with your mother. You remember sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your small legs off the edge, with a bowl in your lap that was almost as big as you. Your mother always used bright blueberries picked from her garden, and joke that it was her trick to get you to eat more fruit. But it never felt like a trick to you; it only felt like a treat. 

Maybe that’s why this morning felt strangely familiar. Jung Kook had gotten fresh blueberries from the market earlier that week, and had the idea to drop them into some pancake batter. You felt like a little girl again, only this time, your legs were longer as they hung off the edge of a kitchen island that wasn’t yours. You were still in your grey pajama shorts and an oversized black sweatshirt, with your slightly brushed hair pushed away from your bare face with a plain black headband. Jung Kook wouldn’t mention it, but he had never seen you look more beautiful. He just settled on sending you gentle looks as he watched you stir the batter. 

The apartment was comfortably quiet. You could hear the morning traffic from the streets down below, but just like the first night you spent here, the outside world seemed a million miles away. You absentmindedly looked around his kitchen while you cooked, glancing past Jung Kook, whose back was turned towards you as he plugged in his griddle, and onto the photo you saw the other night. 

“Hey, Jung Kook,” You caught his attention. “Is that your Eomma? In the photo?” 

“Hm?” He hummed, turning towards where your attention was. “Oh, yeah. She was at my graduation.” 

“She’s very pretty.” You complimented, making him grin. “Your parents must be so proud of you.” 

“I hope so.” Jung Kook offered a soft smile. “Appa passed away years ago, but I like to think he’d be proud of me.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know-”

“It’s alright.” He chuckled a bit to himself. “Really, it’s ok.” 

“Still. I’m sorry.” You apologized, letting a moment pass before asking, “Did he practice law, as well?” 

“No, he um, he worked at the ports.” Jung Kook explained, putting his hand above the griddle to check the heat. “He was hired during the big trade boom that happened years ago, right when the Busan ports really took off. He uh, worked in a warehouse.” 

“That sounds like hard work.” 

“Yeah, I remember he had a lot of pain.” Jung Kook recalled, leaning against the counter. “When I tried to play with him, he’d complain about his legs. But I don’t know how much of that was from really from work, since he was sick too.” 

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded, saddened by his story. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. Jimin talks about losing his Eomma sometimes, and I feel like I never know the right thing to say.” 

“Is there ever really a right thing to say?” Jung Kook asks, with a sad smile and a shrug. “I didn’t know that Jimin lost a parent too.” 

“Yeah, a long time ago.” You said, memories flooding back. “She was always so nice. She used to bring Jimin to my house for playdates when we were kids, because she was friends with my Eomma. We used to play in the pool in my backyard, while our mothers would talk for hours.” 

“Your families must know each other well.” Jung Kook said, hoping his voice didn’t sound too sad. 

“Our parents have been friends for years.” You nodded, and explained, “Sometimes, I wonder if that’s the only reason why Appa said yes to our engagement.”

There was a silence. So much hung heavy and thick in the air, that Jung Kook wanted to know. Has your father changed his mind about Jimin? Do you need to be engaged to someone from yourworld of wealthy, business families, in order for your family to approve? How does he, the son of a warehouse worker, have a chance with you? But as he looks at you, the only thing he could focus on, was the empty spot where your engagement ring should be. Its absence gave him hope that he clung to, despite knowing like he shouldn’t. 

“I think uh, I think its hot enough for the batter now.” Jung Kook lightens the mood, taking the bowl from you, before turning around. “I’m starving.” 

“Me too.” You responded, thankful for the change in tone. “You still haven’t told me what we’re doing today, by the way.” 

“Can’t.” He tsked, spooning out batter and grabbing a spatula. “That’s a surprise. Top secret.” 

“No way you’re keeping secrets right now.” You joked with a smile. “And to think, we were getting along so well.” 

“Were?” He looked at you from over his shoulder with a playful look in his sparkling brown eyes. “After today, I think I’ll be your best friend.” 

“Best friends don’t keep secrets.” You mumbled, making him shake his head with a dimpled grin.

You ate breakfast, before getting ready for the day of whatever Jung Kook had in mind. As you slipped on a floral mini sundress and a pair of comfortable sandals, you realized you hadn’t stopped smiling since retreating back to the guest room.

As the two of you left the apartment building, and made your way down the stairs and onto the subway, Jung Kook couldn’t stop his fingers from twitching slightly and fidgeting by his side, like there was something magnetic trying to pull his hand towards yours. He wanted so badly to touch you, but he resisted. So he just sat in silence, as the train moved quickly down to its next stop, and watched as you looked through your phone’s camera roll to pass the time. You stopped on the photos of Jimin just a little longer, looking at his happy smile and crescent moon eyes that you’ve grown to love. You don’t see them much these days, and you missed them. 

Jung Kook watched your finger hesitate above the screen to move past each photo of Jimin, despite knowing he would be on the next one too. He had to admit that Jimin looked happier back then, the excitement of a newly found love clearly written on his soft features. 

“Hey,” Jung Kook said calmly, making you look up at him, your shoulders touching as you sat close together. “Everything is gonna be ok. You’re worried, aren't you?” 

“Yeah.” You agreed. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be sad today.” 

“It’s alright.” He reassured you. “I think you have every reason in the world to be worried right now. But, I also think that everything is going to work out.” 

“Yeah?” You asked. 

“Yeah.” He smiled, giving into his temptation to hold your hand in his, settling it comfortably on your lap. “I think everything will work out for the best.” 

When the subway stopped, he kept his hand in yours and led you through the crowd, out of the subway. He let go as you two walked side by side down a few blocks into the city. The air was warm but not unpleasant, with a slight breeze blowing through your hair. You looked up at him as he spoke animatedly, pointing to various things he’s discovered since moving to the city, and you noticed yourself matching his energy so easily. When Jung Kook smiled, it made you smile, too. His laugh was contagious, making you laugh along with him. When he became excited in sharing something, it made you want to be excited about it, too. There was a boyish charm to him, an almost innocent undertone, to everything he did that made it so easy to be with him. 

You realized that you weren’t with Mr. Jeon, professional and put together. You weren’t with the shy student who sat next to you in class and bought you a chocolate bar on a hard day, either. You were just with Jung Kook; the son of a middle class warehouse worker, who worked his way into one of the most elite law firms in Manhattan. A man with dazzling brown eyes, dimples, and a sleeve of tattoos decorating one of his toned arms, who looked more like a rock drummer than a lawyer. A man who, until now, you have never looked at too closely. But now that you have, you admit to yourself that you find it hard to look away. 

“I’m really excited to take you to this place.” Jung Kook said, standing beside you facing a crosswalk. “How much French do you remember from university?” 

“I use it often, just so I won’t forget.” You said with a smile. “I can’t believe you remembered I minored in French.” 

“Y-Yeah.” Jung Kook said, suddenly embarrassed. I remember everything, he thought to himself. 

The two of you quickly walked across the street, and into a beautiful, small bookstore. Jung Kook walked over to the mini espresso bar, and ordered two vanilla lattes while you looked around the store, realizing all of the books were written in French. 

“A French language book store.” You realized, turning to the man coming over with two drinks in his hands. “Jung Kook, how did you even find this place?” 

“I found it one day, just passing by on my way to our next stop.” He explained, feeling happy that you were happy. “There’s an upstairs, too. You have to see it, it’s the best part.” 

He led you up the creaky wooden steps, and into a gorgeous room, with a ceiling painted a deep, navy blue. Spots of gold paint contrasted against it, like stars, and brought of the gold of the large pendant lighting fixtures illuminating tables of books. 

“Jung Kook, it’s so pretty.” You said, staring up at the ceiling. Captivated by the art deco work, you didn’t notice Jung Kook was captivated by you.

“Yeah.” He agreed, his soft eyes focused only on you. “Really pretty.” 

You stared at the fake stars, painted onto a fake sky, and Jung Kook continued to stare at you, and feel something undoubtedly real. It was the same real feeling that he felt this morning, making pancakes with you. The same feeling, when he saw you sitting alone at a restaurant, abandoned by your fiancé. The same feeling he had every day, sitting next to you in class. The same feeling he’s had ever since he met you. He knew what he wanted to call it, but naming the feeling would make something that’s real, a little too real. So he watched you take a photo of the ceiling, and browse the books, and sip your coffee, and do what you’ve always done best; make him feel something and not know. He continued to do what he does best; fade into the background, and not let you know. 

“Are you done looking too?” You asked, walking over to where he was standing. “This was amazing, Jung Kook. Really, thank you.” 

“Any time.” He smiled. “C’mon, I’ve got one more stop.” 

After exiting the store, and walking down a few blocks, you realized the direction you must be headed when in front of you, was a large, green area.  

“The park?” You asked. 

“Kind of.” Jung Kook said. “I mean, yes, Central Park, but uh… more specifically, the zoo.” 

“The zoo?” You smiled. “You’re taking me to the zoo?” 

“Is that ok?” He asked, his voice had a touch of nervousness to it. “I think there’s something here you’ll really like.” 

“It’s definitely ok.” You said, touching his arm to relax him. Little did you know that had the opposite effect, making his cheeks turn pink at the contact. “I haven’t been to a zoo in such a long time.” 

“Great. You’re going to love this.” 

Taking your hand to lead you through the crowded ticket booth and entrance, you finally made your way in, and just like the subway, he dropped your hand when the crowd was gone. You understood why; he was being respectful, not wanting to cross any boundaries, or act inappropriately. But you still couldn’t shake away the small, unfading sense of disappointment when he let go. 

He helped you up close to the glass, so you could look in to see fuzzy, red pandas lazily sleeping around their exhibit. Jung Kook pointed, sticking his finger to the glass, at one that had a bit more white in its face, making it look extra adorable. You watched him excitedly talk about them, and how he’s excited for the zoo keeper to do their feeding demonstration. 

“It’s almost time.” He said. “They’re just so cute.” 

You realized just how well that word suited Jung Kook, too. The curve of his nose, and his charmingly big puppy eyes, and his toothy grin, and his dimples. Standing next to him felt like being next to comfort personified, and as you watched him, that one, perfect word spun around your mind; cute. 

That word stayed, lingering persistently, on your way back to the subway, and when his hand slid so easily into yours again to lead you through the crowd. It stayed on your walk back to his apartment, and when he came out of his bedroom dressed down in black sweatpants and a t-shirt. It stayed when he sat on the floor of his living room with you, eating freshly delivered pizza and pouring you a glass of wine. 

That one glass became two, which became three, and casual conversations turned into deep belly laughs over university stories that you knew you’d never forget. His laugh, his fluffy, dark hair, his energy that seemed to radiate off of him. Everything was just…Cute. 

As you were helping him clean up the mess from the kitchen for the night, a red wine buzz inspiring clumsy movements from both of you, you let out a giggle every time your bumped into each other within the small space of the kitchen. You helped in putting up cleaned plates, while Jung Kook placed left over pizza in the refrigerator. The two of you turned around at the same time, almost colliding with each other, if it wasn’t for Jung Kook quick placement of a hand on each of your arms and steadying you. He froze, locking his attention onto you with wide eyes. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled with a grin. 

“It’s ok.” You replied, meeting his grin with your own. 

You both stood there smiling for a moment, before Jung Kook’s eyes dared to look down slightly, taking a peek at your lips. He let his concentration stay there for a moment too long for you not to notice, and the air became heavy, yet somehow delicate, at the same time. The traffic that could usually be heard from his apartment seemed to have fallen silent, and the room around you melted into empty space. He stood still, afraid that if he moved too quickly, he’d scare you away. So he waited for something, anything, unsure of what he was waiting for, or if he’d recognize it if he saw it. 

Then, a ring of his phone in the living room brought you both crashing back to reality. You looked away from his face with a funny feeling in your chest that you couldn’t place. It was like being greeted by an old friend from years ago, but not quite remembering their name. 

“S-Sorry.” He stuttered, taking his hands off of you to walk quickly towards the living room, leaving you in the kitchen alone. 

“Hello?” He answered, mentally cursing whoever was on the line. 

“Hey, it’s Namjoon.” Namjoon said. “I just wanted to check in with you and Ms. Y/L/N, just to see how she’s doing today.” 

“She’s good.” Jung Kook responded, resisting the urge to hang up the phone. 

“That’s good to hear.” Namjoon’s voice sounded mildly suspicious. “Listen, I also wanted to give you a heads up about tomorrow; you’ll be receiving a call from a possible new client in the morning who I sent your way.” 

“O-oh, ok. Wow, uh, thank you.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. “I appreciate that.” 

“Don’t mention it. He gave me a brief run down of the situation over the phone today while you were out; damages to a private yacht, he says it’s not his to pay. He’ll tell you more tomorrow.” 

“Sounds good.” Jung Kook said, looking at you finishing cleaning in the kitchen, finishing with everything without him.

“I’m sure you’re tired, I won’t keep you on the phone. Get some rest, alright? I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” Jung Kook said quickly, hanging up the phone to see that you were already walking away, retreating to the guest bedroom. 

“‘Night, Y/N!” He said, cringing internally at himself for how loud and rushed his voice came out. You politely stopped and turned, meeting him with a smile. 

“‘Night, Jung Kook.” You waved. “Thanks for today. I had a lot of fun with you.” 

“Me too.” He said, kicking himself for his response as you walked away and closed your bedroom door. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled at himself, before going into his bedroom for the night. 

[ashtavula]

Royalty AU: Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle

This is going to provide a bit more lore for the au, as well as providing some information about what the rest of the boys are doing in this world!

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Your Kingdom:

-Your kingdom is known as the Kingdom of Sages, and its capital is the city of Ramshackle. As the heir to the throne, you reside in Night Raven Castle, along with your staff. You have Crowley, your tutor and advisor. Master Crewel is your personal healer. Trein is the steward of the castle. Sam is the castle's quartermaster, and Captain Vargas is the leader of your Royal Guard. There are also more maids, butlers, and cooks than you can count. Your parents also reside within the castle, but you don't often see them, due to their royal duties.

Heartslabyul:

Riddle:

-The Rosehearts manage the Heartslabyul march, which is a fairly large patch of land on the borders of your kingdom. However, only Marquess Rosehearts actually lives in the march. Marchioness Rosehearts and Riddle both reside in a rather lavish estate in Ramshackle. The family's investments in medical research have made them more wealthy than most others of their class, and plenty of nobles despise them for it.

-Riddle's mother is still extremely strict with him, but her motivations are a bit different here. The marchioness is fairly power hungry, and she wants social status more than anything. Thus, she's been raising Riddle to be the most suitable candidate for your hand in marriage. If you choose him, then she'll be the mother of your king consort, and that grants her more social standing than the rest of the aristocracy. Riddle, for what it's worth, is hesitant to actually court you because of that. He's aware of what she's like, and he doesn't want to subject you to her whims.

Trey:

-He's recently taken over for the Four Leaf Bakery, which is the most popular sweet shop in Ramshackle. His mother, father, and siblings are still helping out, but his parents are trying to make sure that he knows how to run things properly before they get too old. Trey likes to think that people come to the bakery because of how good his treats taste, but honestly, people also come to see him. He's polite, hard working, and sweeter than a slice of his bakery's famous strawberry tarts. Swing by the shop, won't you? He'll make sure to whip up your favorites.

Cater:

-Cater works for the capital's best selling newspaper, the Ramshackle Gazette. He's always busy writing new articles, and interviewing people. Pretty much everyone recognizes his charming smile, and his news stories are always plastered on the front page. Secretly, he finds all the running around to be more than a little tiring, but he wouldn't trade his job for the world. You've spotted him prowling around the gates of your castle recently, hoping to snag an exclusive interview with you. After all, putting your words to paper will make him even more popular.

Ace:

-Ace works as a delivery boy, making sure people receive their packages and other sundries. He's often paired up with Deuce, who works for the same company. Ace ends up running around all over the capital, and he usually complains about having to do so. Honestly though, he's not sure what he'd rather do in life. He enjoys doing little magic shows, but being a street busker isn't a steady job, and his mother would yell at him for doing it. One day, he might figure out his life's purpose. But that day isn't today, he thinks, as yet another bundle of mail is shoved into his hands.

Deuce:

-He also works as a delivery boy, but he gets a few more benefits, since his mother is the one who runs the office. Unlike Ace, Deuce does like the job. He gets to wander all over the city, and meet interesting people. But he wants to be a knight, deep down inside. He grew up hearing stories about valiant knights protecting delicate princesses, and he's been enamored with the idea ever since. Still, his mother always says he should keep his head out of the clouds. So he'll work hard to make her happy.

Savanaclaw:

Leona:

-He's still the second prince of Sunset Savannah, and he still resents his place in life. However, Falena is doing what he can to further diminish Leona's political power by planting rumors and stirring up their citizens. Leona is intelligent, bitter, and ambitious. Three traits that make him a rival for the throne, despite the birth of Falena's son, Cheka. The best way to get rid of Leona is to marry him off to someone outside of their country, where he won't pose as much of a problem. Falena doesn't quite like the idea of Leona becoming your king consort, but it's better than letting him continue to stay. Besides, if you marry his brother, then your country will be more open to diplomacy, and trade. And that's what's driving Falena to push Leona your way.

-As for Leona himself, he's heard about your search, but he isn't all that interested in going to see you. He's not keen on the idea of actually courting you, because he's aware of what Falena is attempting to do. Besides, he doesn't want to end up playing second fiddle to a spouse that won't take his advice, or let him rule beside them. Although, he has to admit that he's a bit curious as to what you're actually like. And who knows? Play your cards right, and you might just be able to snag his full attention.

Ruggie:

-Cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, scrubbing floors, he does it all. Ruggie is a personal attendant for Leona, and that means doing whatever the prince demands of him. It's tough, and he almost never has time for a break, but it's not all bad. Normally, Leona would have a small fleet of servants, but thanks to Falena's efforts, Ruggie is pretty much his only servant. Despite that, Ruggie is proud to serve Leona. The prince pays well enough for Ruggie to feed his family, and that's what matters most. And, if Leona marries you, hopefully the man will remember who actually took care of him.

Jack:

-Jack serves as a personal guard for Leona. Admittedly, Jack isn't sure how he ended up being the one to guard the prince. Protecting the royal family is usually a task only given to the very best of the royal guards, but Jack is still a fresh faced recruit. Still, he takes his job very seriously. He's never too far from Leona, and he's constantly scanning his surroundings. Once he hears the news about your search, his mind instantly goes to his prince. He sincerely hopes that, if you marry Leona, you'll let him continue to protect the man who's earned his steadfast loyalty.

Octavinelle:

Azul:

-His mother owns what is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, one of the most famous restaurants in your kingdom. Even your own parents have been there, and loved every dish she presented. Azul, however, wasn't satisfied with just helping her run the family business. He set his sights higher, and managed to open his information agency with the help of the Leech family. It's worth knowing that, despite Azul's wealth and connections, his reputation isn't the best. Sure, he always delivers exactly what you asked for, but many people have figured out firsthand why you should always read the fine print.

-As for his reasons for courting you, he claims that it's all about the power he'll gain from winning your hand. And he's not exactly lying about that. But he's also a romantic, deep down. He's always wanted a fairytale romance, and he sees the opportunity to have that with you. He sighs, already dreaming about the tales people will tell about how the heir to the throne fell deeply in love with a common octopus mer. Floyd and Jade are already teasing him for how often he's practiced writing "King Consort Azul" on the margins of his papers.

Jade:

-Jade is one half of Azul's "eyes and ears." Literally. When they first started helping Azul with the Octavinelle Agency, the twins struck a deal with Azul. Now, Azul is capable of seeing and hearing the same things as them, to an extent. As for your search for a husband, he's extremely curious to see who you'll select. After all, it might be fun for him and his brother to have royal backing for their antics. Or, it might be even more amusing to watch you fall for someone else, and crush Azul's hopes and dreams.

Floyd:

-Right now, he's bouncing between eagerly listening for news on your search, and getting irritated at you because it's all anyone's talking about. Honestly, it's so much fuss! He sometimes entertains the idea of trying to woo you himself, just to see the looks on everyone's faces. But Azul's quick to remind him that meeting you is going to be a big deal, so he needs to be on his best behavior. That sounds so boring! He'd rather see how cute you'd look if he gave you a little squeeze. You won't mind, right?

[cheriden]

「 txt in kindergarten 」 。。。

𐙚 SOOBIN

• Passes by his friends’ houses to collect them, walking together to school • Pouts whenever someone else takes something he’s set his eyes on but doesn’t say anything about it. He tells himself it’s fine, as long as they're happy • Only brings essentials to school, but overpacks on situational things he might need like band-aids and bug lotion/patches — “What if I get bitten by a THOUSAND mosquitoes today?!” • Loves to play with house toys, such as kitchenware with fancy wooden stoves. A bit stressed when someone comes along and plays beside him.  • At the playground he tries to conquer the seesaw. Unfortunately he is afraid the person on the other end might not let him down or catapult him into the air, so he just sits on it with nobody on the other side. • Lunchbox has every food group, sometimes even gets dessert when he’s behaved enough. Eats the longest because he may have to force himself to eat whatever he doesn’t like. • Favorite time of the day is nap time! Everyone is quiet and he gets to sleep, no complaints here

𐙚 YEONJUN

• In charge of looking both ways when crossing the road, grips hard when holding hands. • Overpacks toys and stationary, but still capable of forgetting something mildly important.  • Loves to play with building blocks and matching games/puzzles. • At the playground he’s at the top of the slide, ruling over his minions and most likely hogging it. • Likes to trade lunches with other kids, particular about the quality to quantity ratio. Expert at haggling. — “I’m taking more from you because my dish is harder to prepare and has more ingredients! Maybe if you give me a piece of your sides, I’ll consider it.” • Favorite time of the day is recess! Likes mingling with other kids, there is no set agenda so he could talk about or do anything

𐙚 BEOMGYU

• Strays and wanders away from the walking group, sometimes gets lost. • Things are heavily personalized, same unsure handwriting that says "beomgyu" on every item he owns, and as much as possible they’re all the same color or have the same character.  • Erasers are the gel fruit ones that get lost (or eaten) • Loves to play with very select plushies, may throw a tantrum if he doesn’t have it with him • At the playground he can be found in sandboxes, making castles and pretending to be a monster. • Steps on other kids’ work in the process. Sometimes it’s an accident, most times it's intentional — “I didn’t destroy your castle because it’s better than mine, which is a lie. I destroyed it because I’m godzilla.” • Brags about all of the snacks and candies his parents gave him (or what he takes from the cupboard) • Favorite time of the day is arts class! A subject where he can be as loud and messy as he wants for the sake of whatever project he’s making that day.

𐙚 TAEHYUN

• Has a map in his bag in case they forget the route • Loves to talk about his surroundings, eyes glistening when others ask follow up questions • Always asks questions in class, he’s so attentive !! • Complete stationery set, including a cool pencil case with a built in sharpener. Will let others borrow but will ask why they need it, asking every other second if he can have it back because he’s afraid they’ll lose it or keep it • Loves to play with interactive books, pop-ups and especially ones where you can feel the texture of things. • At the playground he loves being on the swing sets, telling other children to wait their turn or when 5 minutes have passed to let others have a chance on the swing. — “Your time was up two minutes ago! Why am I still here? I’m the reason you get turns in the first place!” • Always eats whatever his parents have prepared for him, boasts about being healthy and outliving everyone else. • Favorite time of the day is math class! Since math class is technically indirect and simple arithmetics, such as adding apples, sometimes it’s easy to cheat (count on his fingers)

𐙚 HUENINGKAI

• Stops to look at all the fauna and flora, squealing and telling those around him. My little arthropod lover! • Extensive art set that gets everyone's attention, other kids love to borrow from him and he can be kind of a pushover. Unfortunately, they end up losing them. • Loves to play with anything colorful that makes sound, such as a rainbow xylophone • At the playground he loves the roundabout, but he’s too shy to get on. He patiently waits for someone to invite him to ride, so instead he pushes the others around. • Tries to eat his lunch quickly in case someone might ask him to share. He will, but he will sulk a lot. It was prepared for him! • Favorite time of the day is music class! Generally this is a time where everyone just makes noise, but most eyes are on him when he learns a new toy instrument. He doesn’t like the attention, but it’s not so bad either. — “This? Oh, I guess it’s just easy for me. wait, sorry! I didn't mean to brag.... When I want to hear a sound, my hands move on my own to do it! Teach you? Um I’m not really good at that… But sure!”

i saw that pic of them in the unifs and imagined little tubatu crossing the street hand in hand :(

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[mesetacadre]

When the Red Army entered Korea in early August, 1945, heavy battles took place in the north, but the Japanese rule remained tranquil in the south, for the Russians stopped by the Yalta agreement at the 38th parallel, while the Americans came several weeks after the surrender of Japan, and ruled at first through the Japanese and then through the Japanese-appointed Korean officials and police. So naturally all of the pro-Japanese Koreans – former police and officials, landlords and stockholders in Japanese companies – fled south to the American zone. The flight of all these right-wing elements amazingly simplified North Korean politics. The Russians did not have to set up any left-wing government, assuming that they wanted one. They merely set free some ten thousand political prisoners and said, by implication; “Go home, boys, you’re free to organize.” Under Japanese rule all natural political leaders either served Japan or went to jail. With the pro-Japanese gone, the ex-jailbirds became the vindicated heroes of their home towns. They were all radicals of sorts, including many Communists. Anyone who knows what a tremendous reception was given to Tom Mooney when he was released to come home to the workers of San Francisco, may imagine the effect on the small towns and villages when ten thousand of these political martyrs came home. North Korea just naturally took a great swing leftwards, and the Russians had only to recognize “the choice of the Korean people.” People’s Committees sprang up in villages, counties, and provinces and coalesced into a provisional government under the almost legendary guerrilla leader Kim Il Sung. Farmers organized, demanded the land from the landlords and got it in twenty-one days by a government decree. (Compared to the land reforms of other countries, this sounds like a tale of Aladdin’s lamp!) Ninety per cent of all big industry – it had belonged to Japanese concerns – was handed over by the Russians “to the Korean people” and nationalized by one more decree. Trade unions organized, demanded a modern labor code, and got it without any trouble from their new government, with the eight-hour day, abolition of child labor, and social insurance all complete. Another decree made women equal with men in all spheres of activity and another expanded schools. Then general elections were held and a “democratic front” of three parties swept unopposed to power. The natural opposition had all gone south, to be sheltered – and put in power – by the Americans. This is the, reason, I think, for the almost exaggerated sense of “people’s power” that the North Koreans express. Their real class struggle is coming; it hasn’t fully hit them yet. The reactionaries all fled south, where they are bloodily suppressing strikes. In North Korea the farmers are building new houses and buying radios because they no longer pay land rent, while the workers are taking vacations in former Japanese villas. The North Koreans assume that this is just what naturally happens when once you are a “liberated land.” “They aren’t yet liberated down south,” they told me. “The Americans let those pro-Japanese traitors stay in power.”

In North Korea: First Eye-Witness Reports, Anna Louise Strong, 1949

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[chion3spid3r]

will love prevail ?

pairings : e1610!miles x blackcat!fem!reader

warnings : violence, mention of injuries and blood, gun, abduction and coercion, emotional distress, crime and theft.

summary : miles morales, the brooklyn spider-man, encounters black cat, a skilled thief who turns out to be a girl from his class...

word count : 2.9k

a/n : this is a story I wanted to do for a while, thats why i took long to write the first chapter but dw more to comeee ! enjoy your reading !

pt1 -> pt2

The moon hung low over Brooklyn, bathing the cityscape in an eerie glow and casting long, distorted shadows across the rooftops. The bustling city, usually vibrant and full of life, now seemed like a ghost town under the spectral light. Miles Morales, the new Spider-Man, swung silently between the buildings, his senses heightened and on high alert. Whispers of a high-profile theft had reached his ears, and a tingling sensation at the back of his neck told him that tonight would bring a confrontation he had been anticipating for days.

His premonition proved to be correct. As he perched atop a water tower, his keen eyes spotted a lithe figure moving with feline grace in the glow of a nearby rooftop skylight. Your sleek black suit hugged your form, accentuating every curve, while the white fur trim added a touch of elegance to your ensemble. Despite the mask obscuring your face, it was clear that your focus was solely on the task at hand – stealing a priceless diamond.

"Black Cat," Miles murmured under his breath, recognizing the notorious cat burglar. The name was whispered with a mix of respect and wariness, for he knew of your reputation all too well.

Without a sound, he dropped down behind you, his voice firm but calm as he announced his presence. "Planning a heist, are we?"

You whirled around, your eyes narrowing behind the mask as you took in the sight of the web-slinger. "Spider-Man. Didn't anyone teach you not to sneak up on a lady?"

"Didn't anyone teach you it's wrong to steal?" he retorted, taking a step closer, his body tense and ready for action. The air between them crackled with tension, each sizing the other up, anticipating the next move.

A smirk played across your lips, the expression almost feline in its quality. "It's not always black and white, hero." Your voice was smooth, carrying an undertone of amusement, as if the entire situation was just a game to you.

Before Miles could react, you turned on your heel and fled, your movements as graceful as a dancer's. Without hesitation, he shot a web at you, but you dodged it effortlessly, your agility matching his own. The chase was on.

You leapt across the rooftops, each movement a dance of agility and precision as you traded blows and taunts. The city below seemed to fade away, leaving only the thrill of the pursuit.

You led him through a gauntlet of urban obstacles. You vaulted over air conditioning units, slid under clotheslines, and even used the hanging fire escapes to swing yourself around tight corners. Your movements were fluid and precise, displaying a level of athleticism and agility that impressed even Miles.

"Too slow, Spider," you taunted, glancing back with a mischievous grin.

Miles responded with a burst of speed, launching himself off a rooftop and flipping through the air. He shot a web at your feet, trying to trip you up, but you saw it coming and flipped gracefully over the sticky strand. Landing on the next rooftop, you immediately spun and hurled a small metal disc at him.

Instinctively, Miles dodged to the side, but the disc exploded mid-air, releasing a blinding flash of light. He winced, his vision momentarily blurred, but his spider-sense kept him alert. He sensed you closing the distance, your silhouette barely visible against the afterimage of the flash.

You struck first, a rapid series of kicks aimed at his torso and head. Miles blocked and parried, countering with a punch that you deftly avoided. You were quick, almost impossibly so, and every movement was calculated to keep him off-balance.

"You're good," he admitted, ducking under a sweeping kick and attempting to web your feet again.

"Better than you," you retorted, catching his wrist mid-web and twisting it, forcing him to flip to avoid a dislocation. Using the momentum, you aimed a palm strike at his chest, sending him stumbling back.

He recovered quickly, launching himself into a spinning kick that connected with your side. You grunted, but rolled with the blow, using the momentum to spring backward and gain some distance. You paused for a moment, both breathing heavily, your eyes locked in a silent challenge.

"Not bad, Spider," you said, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of your mouth. "But let's see how you handle this."

You pulled out a whip-like weapon, cracking it in the air with a sharp snap. The end glinted with some kind of metallic filament, and Miles knew it would be dangerous to get tangled up in it. He dodged the first strike, but you were relentless, your attacks coming faster and faster. He weaved and ducked, looking for an opening.

Finally, he saw his chance. As you brought the whip down in a wide arc, he rolled forward, coming up inside your guard. He grabbed your wrist, twisting it just enough to make you drop the whip, and then swept your legs out from under you. You hit the ground but immediately rolled to your feet, your eyes flashing with determination.

You clashed again, a flurry of blows and counters that left you both gasping for breath. Miles could feel his muscles burning, but he pushed through the fatigue, knowing he had to end this. In a final, desperate move, he managed to catch you off-guard, yanking off your mask with a swift, precise motion.

He froze, his heart skipping a beat as the face staring back at him was all too familiar. A girl from his freaking class.

Your eyes widened with recognition, but you quickly composed yourself, a confident smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Surprised, Spider-Man?" Your voice was a blend of challenge and familiarity, a reminder of the person you once were and the thief you had become.

Before he could respond or even process the shocking revelation, you dropped a smoke bomb, disappearing into the night and leaving Miles with more questions than answers. The smoke dissipated slowly, but the confusion in Miles's mind lingered, the image of your face etched into his memory.

The next day at school, Miles spotted you in class, but he acted as if nothing had happened, his mind still reeling from the previous night's encounter. He couldn't risk revealing his identity, not even to someone he had known and trusted. The weight of your secret identity as the elusive Black Cat hung heavily upon him, and he knew that your paths would inevitably cross again in the never-ending game of cat and mouse between hero and thief.

As he sat in class, he couldn't help but steal glances at you, wondering what had led you down this path. Each glance brought more questions: Why had you turned to a life of crime? How long had you been hiding this secret? And most importantly, what would he do when they met again? Miles knew that your relationship had forever changed, and the line between friend and foe had become dangerously blurred.

As the school day dragged on, Miles kept a watchful eye on you. You seemed normal, but he knew better. Something was off. During a particularly dull lecture, a faint buzzing caught his attention. Your watch was ringing. You glanced at it, your expression shifting to one of alarm, and quickly excused yourself from the classroom. Miles didn't waste a second. He slipped out, changed into his Spider-Man suit, and followed you.

He found you in an alley, nervously looking around as your watch projected an image of Kingpin, the infamous crime lord. "You're late," Kingpin's deep voice rumbled. "I don't tolerate delays."

"I had to be careful," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "Spider-Man is onto me."

"Then deal with him," Kingpin growled. "Or I'll deal with you."

Before you could respond, Spider-Man swung down, landing between you and the projection. "I don't think so, Kingpin."

The hologram flickered and vanished. You looked both relieved and terrified. "Spider-Man, you shouldn't have—"

Miles cut you off, his voice stern and unwavering. "Why are you talking to Kingpin? What's going on?"

Miles tightened his grip, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. "Start talking. Now."

Your eyes darted around, searching for an escape, but there was none. "Listen Spidey, let me go or I'll get killed, I'm not laughing now."

He looked at you with a worried look on his face; he wasn't going to let you go.

You sighed, your shoulders slumping in defeat. "I didn't have a choice, Spider-Man. My father worked for Kingpin. He's dead because of him, and now he's threatening to kill me if I don't do what he says."

"Why didn't you come to me?" Miles asked, his voice softer now. "I could have helped you."

"You don't understand," you whispered. "Kingpin has eyes everywhere. He said if I tried to get help, he'd kill my father and everyone I care about. I couldn't risk it!"

Kingpin's voice boomed from the watch again, "Black Cat, I'll give you one minute."

"No no wait!" you yelled, your voice desperate. "Please, you have to believe me."

Miles looked at you, his mind racing. "I believe you. But we need a plan to take him down. Together."

Your eyes filled with hope and fear. "I…I don't know if we can. He's too powerful."

"We have to try," Miles insisted. "But first, you need to tell me everything. What has he asked you to do?"

You took a deep breath. "I've been gathering information on you, and giving it to him. He's been planning something big, but I don't know what. He keeps everything compartmentalized."

Miles nodded. "Okay. We need to get you somewhere safe, and then we'll figure out how to use this information against him."

"Please, Spider-Man," you begged, tears welling up in your eyes. "If he finds out I've betrayed him—"

"You're not alone in this anymore," Miles said firmly. "We'll take him down together."

Suddenly, the watch's projection flickered and died. Silence hung in the air, thick with tension and fear. Heavy footsteps echoed from the shadows. Kingpin stepped into the alley, his massive frame blocking the exit. His presence was menacing, his eyes cold and calculating. "I don't have time for this," he snarled, his gun aimed directly at you. "You're a traitor, collaborating with the enemy, and traitors pay with their lives."

"I'm not! I swear—" you started to say, but Spider-Man's grip loosened in shock. You took the chance and pulled away, but you were too slow. Kingpin's gun fired with a deafening crack. Miles leapt forward, but not in time to prevent the bullet from grazing your abdomen. You collapsed in his arms, blood staining your suit.

"Spider-Man," you whispered, your voice weak and full of pain. "Please, you have to go, he'll kill you."

"I can't do that," he said, his voice trembling. "You're not dying on my watch."

Kingpin growled and lunged at Spider-Man, who quickly placed you down gently. A fierce battle ensued, with Miles dodging and countering Kingpin's powerful blows. Despite his size, Kingpin was fast, but Spider-Man's agility and determination gave him the edge. After a few intense minutes, Miles managed to web Kingpin to a wall, incapacitating him for the moment.

Panting and bruised, Spider-Man rushed back to you. "Hold on," he said, his voice filled with urgency. He scooped you up and swung to a nearby rooftop, placing you down gently.

You were pale, your breath shallow. You coughed often, it was bad. "Miles," you whispered, your eyes fluttering. "I've always wanted love, I'll die before even having my first kiss, what an irony…"

"That's bullshit," he replied, tears welling up in his eyes. "Y-you're not dying on me."

With determination, he lifted his mask just enough to press his lips to yours. The kiss was tender, desperate, and tinged with the metallic taste of blood. Your eyes fluttered shut during the kiss, and you passed out.

"No…no no no no, stay with me, stay here!" he murmured, his voice breaking. He quickly swung towards the nearest hospital, landing at the entrance as people gathered, whispering and pointing. The sight of Spider-Man, blood smeared on his lips and yours, was striking.

He rushed you inside, shouting for help. Nurses and doctors quickly took you from his arms, and he watched as they wheeled you away. The crowd outside grew larger, murmuring about the blood-stained kiss. Miles stood there, his heart pounding, hoping with every fiber of his being that you would survive.

The minutes felt like hours as he paced the waiting room, the images of the day replaying in his mind. The nurses and doctors rushed past him, their faces set in determined lines. Every now and then, he caught a glimpse of concerned looks thrown his way.

Finally, a doctor approached him, her face a mask of professional calm. "Spider-Man," she said, "we've stabilized her, but she lost a lot of blood. She's going to need time to recover, but she'll make it."

Relief washed over Miles like a wave. "Thank you," he breathed, feeling the tension drain from his body.

As he stood there, he overheard snippets of conversations around him. People were talking about the kiss, about how Spider-Man had saved you, and the blood that had smeared between you both. It was a scene that would not be forgotten easily.

Miles found a quiet corner and sank into a chair, his thoughts a whirlwind. He replayed the moment of the kiss in his mind, the desperation in your voice, and the look in your eyes. He knew that they still had much to discuss, and that your connection to Kingpin needed to be unraveled. But for now, he was just grateful that you were alive.

Miles visited the hospital every day, waiting for news. Every time he approached your room, his heart pounded with a mix of hope and fear. He brought flowers, books, and sometimes just his presence, sitting silently by your side, holding your hand as you lay unconscious. The doctors told him it would take time, and he clung to their words, hoping for a miracle. When you finally woke up, a wave of relief washed over him so powerful he had to hold back tears. It took a month, but you were strong enough to be discharged.

He waited outside the hospital, his heart racing as he paced back and forth. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden hue over the city. He wore his Spider-Man suit, the mask securely in place, concealing his emotions. When you finally emerged, your steps were slow and cautious, but your smile was weak yet genuine when you saw him.

"Hey," he said, his voice soft.

"Hey yourself," you replied, your voice carrying a hint of the old spark.

"Ready for a swing?" he asked, extending his hand.

You looked at his hand, then back at him, and nodded. "Yeah, I think I am."

With a gentle swoop, he wrapped an arm around your waist and shot a web to a nearby building. You soared through the sky, the cool evening breeze rustling your hair. The city below you was alive with lights and sounds, a stark contrast to the serenity you felt in each other's presence. You landed on the highest rooftop, where you often found solace. The view was breathtaking, the city lights twinkling like stars below.

Miles sat beside you on the rooftop, the city sprawled out below you like a glittering maze of lights. The cool night air whispered around you, but his concern for your wound weighed heavily on his mind. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked gently, his voice betraying the worry etched on his face.

You nodded, a faint smile touching your lips. "I'm alright. The doctors did a good job. It's healing."

He exhaled softly, his fingers tracing over where the wound had been, now concealed beneath your suit. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of this. None of it should have happened."

You looked at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and sadness. "It's not your fault. I chose this path, even if it wasn't really a choice at all."

"Why did you work for Kingpin?" he asked quietly, his gaze searching yours.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to reveal the truth you had carried alone for so long. "My father… he was a thief. Always was, since I can remember. He taught me everything, how to be quick, how to be silent. I thought it was just a game, a way to bond with him. But he was working with Kingpin long before I was even born, and even promised me to him to be the next Black Cat. And then, when he grew too old to keep up, Kingpin… he killed him."

Miles felt a pang in his chest, hearing the pain in your voice. "And then he took you in," he murmured, more statement than question.

You nodded, tears shimmering in your eyes. "He took me, trained me. He made me into Black Cat. Promised my father's skills and my loyalty before I even knew what was happening. All I ever wanted was to be a hero, to do good."

"You are a hero," Miles insisted, his voice firm with conviction. "Despite everything, you've saved lives. You've helped people."

You shook your head, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. "At what cost? How many lies have I lived? How many people have suffered because of me?"

He reached out, gently cupping your cheek, his touch warm against your skin. "You're not alone in this anymore. We'll find a way to make things right, together."

Tears spilled down your cheeks, and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes briefly. "I'm scared, I don't know if I can face him again."

"You don't have to face him alone," he whispered, his thumb brushing away your tears. "I'll be there with you, every step of the way."

You sat in silence for a moment, the weight of your shared burdens hanging between you. Finally, you looked up at him, your eyes searching his. "…Can I trust you?"

He met your gaze unwaveringly. "With everything."

You hesitated for a moment, then reached up to unfasten the mask that concealed your face. As it slipped off, your features softened, vulnerability shining through. "I'm y/n," you said softly, your voice barely a whisper.

He swallowed, his heart racing as he reached up to remove his own mask, revealing his face to you for the first time. "I'm Miles," he replied, his voice gentle yet resolute.

You stared at each other, your masks now discarded, laying bare your true selves. You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "Thank you, Miles. For everything."

He squeezed your hand, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Thank you, y/n. For trusting me."

You sat close together, your shoulders touching as you watched the city below, the night sky stretching endlessly above you. In that moment, you weren't superheroes burdened by duty or past mistakes. You were just two people, finding solace and understanding in each other's presence.

"I never thought I'd find someone who understands," you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

"You're not alone anymore," Miles said softly. "We'll figure this out together. And we'll make sure Kingpin pays for everything he's done."

You nodded, determination flickering in your eyes. "Together," you echoed, a sense of hope blooming within you.

As you sat there, wrapped in each other's warmth and acceptance, you knew that your journey ahead wouldn't be easy. But as long as you faced it together, you were ready to rewrite your story, to carve out a future where you could be the heroes you had always dreamed of becoming.

Over the next few weeks, you and Miles formulated a plan. Using the information you had gathered for Kingpin, you were able to uncover his major operations and weaknesses. It was a risky gambit, but you were determined to bring him down once and for all.

The night before the big confrontation, you met Miles on that same rooftop overlooking the city. The air was thick with anticipation and apprehension.

"Are you ready for this?" Miles asked, his voice laced with concern as he took your hand.

You squeezed his hand, steadying your nerves. "As ready as I'll ever be. We have to do this, Miles. For my father…for everyone Kingpin has hurt."

He nodded solemnly. "I'll be right by your side. No matter what happens."

Leaning in, you pressed your forehead to his, drawing strength from his presence. "Thank you," you whispered. "For everything."

The next night, you infiltrated Kingpin's compound, slipping through the shadows like the skilled thief you were. Miles provided support, taking out guards and clearing a path for you to reach Kingpin's inner sanctum.

The confrontation was intense, a clash of wits and brawn as you faced your former master. Kingpin was a formidable foe, his bulk and strength almost overwhelming. But you fought with a ferocity born of years of pain and oppression, determined to break free from his grasp once and for all.

In the end, it was Miles who landed the decisive blow, webbing Kingpin and leaving him vulnerable. As the authorities swarmed in to arrest the crime lord, you stood there, chest heaving, a mixture of triumph and disbelief washing over you.

"It's over," Miles said, his voice quiet yet filled with wonder. "You're free, y/n."

Tears streamed down your face as the weight of those words sank in. You turned to him, throwing your arms around his neck and holding him tight. "Thank you," you whispered fiercely. "I couldn't have done this without you."

He returned the embrace, his arms enveloping you with a sense of safety and belonging. "You were the brave one," he murmured. "I was just here to support you."

As you pulled back, your eyes met his, a lifetime of understanding passing between you. Without hesitation, you leaned in and kissed him, pouring every ounce of gratitude and affection into that single moment.

When you finally parted, breathless and grinning, you saw the city stretched out before you, a tapestry of lights and possibilities...

*to be continued*

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what races, classes, and subclasses in dnd would the yakuza boys like to play? (or the yokai harem 💕)

I'm going to use BG3 as a reference, because I never had the friends to play/get to know D&D. :') So there may be some slight inaccuracies to the original lore.

Daitou would be intrigued by a race like Dragonborn or Githyanki. They look different and intimidating, which resonates well with him. He'd probably pick a class like a Paladin or Warlock, because again, he can relate to the concept. "Heh, that's a little like me and Boss, ain't it?" he'll conclude after you explain what everything means. Bonus: he'd probably relate a lot to Durge.

Kazuya would go for a Tiefling or Elf. Either a Bard, or some ridiculously strong combo like Gloom Stalker Assassin. He likes being a charismatic character, but also thrives for power. "What do I pick so I'm the strongest of the team?"

Kiritsubo might go for a Dragonborn because he's a dragon spirit himself; he doesn't really understand all these fancy names, so he just picks whatever feels familiar. Using the same logic, he'd choose either Fighter or Barbarian. "I just have to swing a sword around, r-right?"

Murasaki would be intrigued by the Githyanki or (female) Drow. The discipline, the reputation, the arrogance, they certainly feel like home. As for class...he'd probably research some multiclass combination in order to be an efficient jack of all trades. Maybe something involving Sorcerer, for the long range and spell variety.

Suma is a simple man. He wants to use his fists. Give him a Half-Orc Barbarian or Monk and he'll be happy.

Yuugiri would probably choose an Elf because they look nice. Then go for some Bard/Rogue combination, so he can steal, backstab, and manipulate people. "What? I can roll to convince the enemy to just...kill themselves? This will be my signature move."

Sakaki immediately chooses Deep Gnome. They're frequently enslaved and mistreated (at least in BG3), and he finds the misery poetic. For the same reason he'd go for something like Cleric, Trickery Domain. "I have been killed again. Revive me if you must: but I shall savor death's sweet embrace." Bonus: Probably a Shar simp.

Sekiya is amused by the idea of being a human. Becomes terribly flustered and embarrassed when you tell him it's considered a boring choice. Went for Warlock because it was recommended as a balanced choice for beginners. Has been killed several times because he jumps in to protect his spider familiar. "You know what I can't summon again? The trust I could've lost if I let my companion die."