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fleckcmscott · 3 years

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Coffee & Donuts

Summary: Arthur’s thrilled to be part of a crowd. Though the evening doesn’t go perfectly, Y/N’s flirtations make it sweet.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 4,602

A/N: Alright. After the heart wrenching angst of my last piece (which I love, by the way; don't get me wrong! 😂), I had to write another story in which Arthur and Y/N are happy and together. It's inspired by one of Arthur's visions during their kiss. I hope you all like it! Special thanks to @jokerownsmysoul for beta-ing!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Parties and celebrations weren't foreign to Arthur. He'd worked plenty, enough to make him realize what he'd been missing out on. He was well-versed in pin the tail on the donkey, musical chairs, and balloon animals. But as an adult, those activities didn't satisfy. He wanted to be included rather than paid. Connect with people, introduce himself. Discuss his experiences and pursuits. Feel sufficiently at ease to loosen up a little and have a good time.

Now he was a guest - a certified guest - at Patricia Gorman's fifty-sixth birthday party. The first party he'd been invited to since being the weird kid in class who'd rotated between three worn out sweaters and could never afford a gift.

He'd been a tad apprehensive about going to Burnside. Gotham's nicest borough had a reputation for high rents and low tolerance. When Y/N and he had entered 2E, however, Patricia's greeting ("You made it!") and the apartment were thoroughly welcoming. Crocodile brown walls and forest green shag carpet made the spacious living room a cozy hideaway. Marigolds leapt across the polyester of the T-cushion sofa and its easy-chair companion. The floor lamp's amber, crimped glass shades cast the spacious living room in a glow borrowed from warm autumn days.

Patricia's husband, Robert, was out on an emergency call. An HVAC had gone haywire in a residential building in Hinckley. Her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson had been by for lunch. That meant the only other guests were Matt - Y/N's old boss - and a bottle-blonde in a black halter dress and spike heels, who Y/N introduced as Laura. ("She's Matt's ex-wife," Y/N later disclosed. "He's been trying to win her back since I moved to Gotham.") Both shook Arthur's hand when he offered it, and he felt a little thrill whirl his stomach when Y/N laid claim to him by telling the woman, "This is my husband."

A collection of appetizers served as dinner, a fun and novel menu. The slow cooker meatballs Y/N and he had lugged over on the subway were a bit tangy; he still couldn't believe the recipe called for grape jelly. The deviled eggs with paprika, a pleasant mix of savory and sweet, was a dish he'd heard about on television. Cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches were light and airy, a good match for his iced tea. Only the artichoke and spinach dip gave him pause. Its beans and hot sauce made his taste buds wince.

That unpleasant flavor was quickly forgotten when Y/N pulled him to sit next to her on the sofa, so Patricia could open her presents. She proudly showed off the orange, clay ashtray her grandson had made for her. Arthur, having successfully kept the secret of her light smoking from Y/N, chuckled at Patricia fibbing she'd put candy in it. She thanked Matt and Laura for the champagne, wrapped in a silver bow with a simple "Happy Birthday" tag. The bottle wasn't popped. Upon peeking into the large giftbag Y/N placed on her lap, she made a soft sound. The Dazey whirlpool bath, which attached to the side of the tub and had three strength settings, was a hit. She announced her plans to try it in the morning. The dark blue Rexbuilt briefbag was intended to replace her cracked, leather briefcase, Y/N explained. Patricia ran her fingertips along the expanding inner compartments, the personalized planner that included the credential "CLA" after her name, and flipped through the included steno pads, eyes brimming.

She sipped at her cocktail and put an arm around Y/N. Melancholy tinged Patricia's voice. "At my age, the people in your life tend to stay the people in your life. Whether you like them or not." She reached further and patted Arthur's knee. "I'm glad an old dame like me gets to call you all friends." His throat clenched in gratification, though he wasn't daring enough to squeeze her hand and thank her for deciding he was a friend.

Still on top of the world an hour later, Arthur sauntered to the red and white enamel dining table to serve himself a second slice of upside-down pineapple cake. The evening had gone well, better than a guy with a natural inability to mingle could've expected. He bobbed his head to the beat of "Come Fly with Me." It was a happy coincidence that Patricia's taste in music aligned with his. She'd regaled him with tales of seeing Sinatra and Count Basie on her and Robert's honeymoon in Vegas. Arthur took a bite absentmindedly, wondering how long it would take for him to save the money to surprise Y/N with plane and concert tickets.

The daydreaming didn't last long. Matt's plodding footsteps preceded him, followed by a long sigh as he propped himself on the beige stone of the dining area's accent wall, across from the u-shaped kitchen. He held out a Budweiser and smirked. "Marriage is a hell of a lot of work."

Pleased that he was being treated like one of the guys, like a regular husband with a regular relationship who got to speak about his regular wife, Arthur accepted the beer and considered the comment. Matt's sentiment was hard to grasp. Dr. Sally had said marriage could be difficult, and Y/N's first hadn't survived the ripples of her life. But it didn't feel like work with her. Their arguments were minor. Her nagging him to find a primary doctor for annual check-ups, even though he'd survived this long without one. Or back in Missouri, when he'd told her to stop shielding him and trust he could take anything she had to give.

Arthur adopted a similar nonchalant posture and jutted his hip against the table's edge. "I like it. It's easy to take good care of her." He wasn't able to completely erase the smugness of success from his tone.

"You're what? Two years in with the most headstrong woman in Gotham? She's great and all, but she spikes my blood pressure." Matt slapped Arthur's back and let out a hearty guffaw. "Give it five more and you'll be in my office trying to avoid alimony."

"Don't. Say that." Arthur crinkled the can in his grip and glared up at him.

"Hey," Matt started, withdrawing even as he tried diplomacy. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean anything by it."

Flinching, pulling at the cuffs of his red sweater, Arthur fought the surge of anger in his veins. It wouldn't do to lose control and cause a scene. Of course Matt's comment about them splitting up was supposed to be a joke. But Arthur didn't find it one bit funny. Even with his complete faith in her and his firm belief that they were meant to be together, the possibility that she'd stop wanting him hurt. It didn't occur to him that the implication of the punchline could be that he'd get sick of Y/N.

With a muttered apology, Matt walked to the others in the kitchen. Arthur glanced over to see her laugh tipsily, until she grabbed her stomach and swatted Patricia's shoulder, a stark demonstration of how much he and Y/N differed. She always knew how to respond to people, the right comebacks. Appropriate timing and levels of interaction. It seemed she was in her natural element, the loveliest swan on a lake. Whereas after years of therapy and practice with her, he was still a fish out of water, flopping around on the shoreline in hopes some stranger would take pity on him and throw him back into the sea.

Maybe that was the real punchline. Eventually their contrasts would no longer complement each other and instead become a chore.

Scowling, he ambled towards the record player stationed before two double-hung windows. Increased the volume to drown out the intrusive notions. It didn't really work. He settled on a grounding technique he'd practiced, all the while lamenting that he couldn't handle a party without needing it. His attention went to the spinning LP, the needle following its grooves. The bright blue album cover, where Ol' Blue Eyes beckoned him, the scuff marks on the cardboard's corner edges. He acknowledged the spider plants sat on the windowsill, worried a papery leaf until it broke off. He stared out the window, taking in the whole of the city. Pinpricks of light dazzling in the darkness.

"Gotham's beautiful at night," Y/N said from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to watch her approach. Her cheeks glowed with alcohol and good cheer, the collar of her ivory blouse unbuttoned. "There's a life behind every light out there. Ten million of them. Here. Try this." She offered her hurricane glass, filled with an off-white slush.

He sipped the pina colada with cautious skepticism and grimaced as soon as it hit his tongue. The blend of pineapple and coconut tasted of cheap sunscreen and tropical imitations, the kind advertised in smudged brochures for bad cruises to islands with made up sounding names. "No, thanks."

Snorting, she shrugged and embraced his back at the waist. "How are we doing?" she asked, curling into his side. After a few seconds, she prodded him. "Had your fill of Matt?"

"He was just joking." Arthur rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. She set the drink next to the record player and brought her hand to his, trailed it over the inside of his wrist, up his forearm. She pecked his chin and nudged him until he turned to her. As soon as their gazes met, the concern in hers told him she'd continue to pepper him with questions. But he wasn't about to let his misplaced doubts spoil her evening. And he knew the perfect way to distract them both.

A new song started. An oldie that sang of Jupiter and Mars, playfulness among the stars. He cupped her cheek, thumb sweeping the corner of her mouth. "Dance with me," he said. Before accepting his proffered palm, she laid a sloppy kiss on him. With a flutter of her eyelashes, she grinned, and his smile grew to match her own. As he held her side, led her in a slow, swaying circle, he marveled at her. At her ability to soothe every molecule, every lingering ache. Self-assurance welled in him, chased away his earlier dejection. He cradled her to his lanky frame, trembled and felt himself blush. She was the only woman for him. That was as certain as his cigarette habit.

Despite Patricia's reassurances she was fine, that Robert working late wasn't unusual, Y/N insisted on staying until he got home. Though Arthur would have preferred they take their leave an hour earlier, being allowed to smoke inside blunted his grumbling. The disarming flirtations she bestowed on him also didn't hurt. She'd pour herself a drink (four in total, if he counted correctly), help Patricia make a plate of leftovers for her husband, then throw him a wink. Whisper and cackle while cleaning, then kiss his temple.

Around midnight, Patricia put her foot down. Ushered them out with a promise to call and a hug fierce enough to crush his ribs. She raised a brow at Y/N's unsteady gait, grasped Arthur's arm, and said with a wry, tired smile, "Make sure you put that woman straight to bed." His dark brows shot up and held. Had she intended a pun? Or had Y/N's spare caresses caused the interpretation? Either way, he liked being trusted to take care of her. And the hint of arousal that flared in his belly.

By the time they stumbled into their apartment, that arousal had reduced to a dull exhaustion. She kicked off her heels on the way to the bathroom, calling a slurred "night!" as she closed the door. Yawning, he put dish soap and hot water in the crockpot, scrubbed burned bits of sauce from its rim, turned it upside down on a towel to dry. Once he'd brushed his teeth for one minute rather than the recommended two, he tossed his sweater, trousers, briefs, and socks in the hamper, and went to the bedroom. He found his blue pajamas in their usual spot, the chair in the corner, and slid them up his skinny but toned legs. Tucked in next to her, he was carried to sleep on waves of fatigue and her quiet, wet snoring.

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A tickle threatened to rouse him. Whispers along the waistband of his bottoms. Heat snuggled his back. Delightfully drowsy, he cuddled deeper into cozy, cream-color sheets, already returning to a pleasant, dreamless slumber. But a rumble of exhaust, likely from a bus that needed a new muffler, dragged him to consciousness. Arthur grumbled and tucked his arm under his pillow, not ready to transition to a world of overcrowding and concrete, commotion and bad jokes.

Yet, Y/N's insistent grazes continued, luring him with promises of placid pleasure. Her toes wiggled at his heel until he made space for her to slip her foot between his ankles. The corner of his mouth quirked. He was reminded of last night's playfulness, her endless teasing. The way he'd held the crockpot as a shield to fend off her advances on the train home, her forwardness to the point that he would've preferred having a laminated card to present on her behalf. Forgive my wife: she has a condition. It causes frequent and uncontrollable displays of affection.

Nimble fingers edged lower, loosened the tie of his pajamas before dipping beneath the loose elastic to lace through his dark brown curls, darker than the chestnut hair on his head. Her knuckles ran over him, lazy caresses full of intent. Up and down, up and down. Delicate. Deliberate. The blood racing to his groin, the pleasant swelling, made his abdomen twitch. Soon full and heavy, the sensitive tip straining the cotton seams, he pressed his lips together. When she skimmed the tender skin resting on his inner thigh, he flexed the muscle at the base of his erection. It bobbed and hit her wrist and she let loose a girlish giggle, more intoxicating than wine.

With her left leg draped over him at the knee, she undulated against his rear. Plush lips brushed the boney knobs of his spine, damp breath fanned the nape of his neck, labored, needy. Pebbled nipples grazed his back through the thin nylon of her nightgown, taunting and compelling. He made up his mind to throw an arm around her, to yank her on top of him. To eagerly take part in her seduction.

But she withdrew from his bottoms to palm his stomach and plant a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear, whispering, "Sleep tight." The mattress shifted and she rolled away from him. He furrowed his brows. She rarely relented this easily - other times he'd awakened, hard and aching, enveloped by the captivating wetness of her mouth. What was she up to?

Covers rustled. Her calf bumped his. And the opposite of what he'd assumed occurred. Instead of light footfalls leading out of the room, there was silence, silence that seemed to stretch on and on...

Until a hitched gasp gave her away.

Touching herself. She was touching herself. She'd just been all over him, acted like he was some sort of model on the cover of Vue magazine, and now she was touching herself. Right beside him! Ecstatic to have inspired such brazenness, he grinned and fisted the pillow. Her fleeting, stifled moans tangled him in knots, implored him to give her what they both burned for.

He flipped in her direction, his hand shooting under the sheet to grab hers. "Gotcha."

Eyes wide, she gaped at him in surprise. But adoration softened her expression as she entwined their fingers. "How long have you been awake?" she asked.

"Long enough."

He stretched to rewind the shades, the diaphanous curtains staying in place. Sunlight diffused over them, wrapped around her face, lent her disheveled hair a warm luster. He twirled a feathered lock and pecked her eyelids. "Finishing what you started on the subway, hm?"

"Me?" Y/N brought his knuckles to her mouth. "You're the one who came to bed without any underwear."

"Well, it was a late night." The pad of his thumb tugged at her bottom lip to reveal the pink tip of her tongue. He bent to claim it. "I was lucky to find my pajamas."

Chuckling, she broke their connection. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah. The cake was good. And the music. Everyone was nice."

"Patricia loved having you there. She thought you were very sweet." A pause as she mapped a dimple. "Matt said he'd upset you. Something stupid about breaking up?"

Vague shadows of discomfort flashed through Arthur, a frustration he'd mostly moved on from. He did his best to ignore it, waving her concern away. "Don't worry about it."

"He was just jealous, you know." Her nails ran along the small of his back. "He wants Laura to look at him the way I look at you."

Arthur had spent so much of his life yearning for change, to understand his purpose in the world and improve himself. The idea that a man with a good education, a successful career, and no disabilities could ever be jealous of him was, frankly, bizarre. But he didn't correct Y/N, instead locking her praise within his heart, preserving it for when he needed it most. He boosted himself on his forearm and fiddled with her V-neck, traced its button loops as he slipped the plastic knobs through them. "And how's that?'

A hint of scandal glimmered in her irises. She arched into him as he eased a strap down her upper arm to reveal her shapely breast, the lilac fabric momentarily catching on its taut peak. "Like I can't get enough of you."

He huffed at that, fondled her faintly before his lips met the velvety skin of her chest. A tonic comprised of the musk oil she'd dabbed on before the party and distinct sexual wanting wafted to his nostrils. He licked at her nipple, the bumps on her areola, and drew it between his teeth. She whined softly and lifted the bottom of her nightdress to her waist.

Hurriedly, he yanked on the waistband of her cotton panties, pushed them past her knees. She kicked them off while he knelt to lower his bottoms. Straddling her, he pumped himself back to hardness and opened the drawer of her nightstand. He searched haphazardly until he retrieved a small, glass bottle of lubricant. (She'd ordered it from a mail catalog, both of them a bit too bashful to walk into an adult shop, even together.)

She snagged it from him and poured half a teaspoon in her hand, then palmed herself. He moved between her legs and she grasped his length, coating him with the warm, slippery liquid. He pushed forward into her. Gradually, slowly, savoring every millimeter of her enticing heat. He noted the stretch of her mouth, the jut of her jaw, the lifting of her upper lip. "Mmm..." she breathed and begged him to keep going. When he did, her head tilted back into the pillow, eyelids falling shut. A smile cut across her cheeks as she purred her satisfaction. "Arthur, I love you."

His touch wandered down the curve of her thigh. At the sight of her subtle writhing beneath him, the sway of her slightly uneven breasts in time with his languid thrusts, he pushed her knee into the mattress, splayed her wider. He grunted lowly. "Look at me."

Their gazes met but didn't hold for long; hers dropped to where they were joined. She caressed right above his pubic bone. "I love seeing you like this." Her fingertips walked a line up his sternum to his chest. "And touching you like this." She wrapped her arms around his middle and drew him to her, locked their lips in a greedy kiss. "And making love like this."

He snorted. "I think this is the only reason you married me."

"Well, not the only reason. There's your good hair, too."

"I've been thinking about cutting it. Trying something new."

"Don't you dare." She tugged at his loose curls, wore her best pout. "What else would I hold onto when we're doing this?"

Laughing lightly, he bumped his nose to hers. Falling into her was like falling into his old fantasies, the ones that'd sustained him through years of isolation. Dates at diners, at comedy clubs, at donut shops, at home. Their shapes had changed as he'd matured, his role in them, his aspirations and infatuations. But they'd remained a warm comfort nonetheless, a place that felt like belonging. And now he belonged with her. Hunger filled him. Happiness. And love. So much love, more than he'd ever believed he'd carried in him. He bucked a little harder. "You feel so good," he murmured. "You make me feel so good."

A strained cry left her and her pelvis answered his steady rhythm with demands of its own. Her calves rose to squeeze him closer, encircle his narrow hips. They were pressed together so tightly; it felt like they were one flesh. He never wanted it to stop. But a dizzying euphoria had ignited, one that eclipsed the romantic yearnings of his heart, twisting his desire to last all morning into the desperate drive to possess her. Gasping, Arthur raised himself to his knees, delving deeper with each push. Their foreheads met and he grit his teeth at the scald of her, the texture of her walls. She fit as though she'd been made for him.

He supposed she was.

Pressure began in the base of him, building and building in terrific torment. The muscles of his inner thighs contracted inward. Tingling climbed his shaft, his tailbone, his spine. He wove his fingers into the sheet, his grip a vise that wrested its corner from the mattress. She kissed the spot where his jaw met his neck, all the while murmuring encouragements for him to let himself go.

Bliss shot through him, from the tips of his toes to the follicles on his scalp, and his back stiffened as he whimpered and poured into. Fever engulfed his frame, sublime in its frenzy, leaving him in a heady stupor. Aftershocks made him tremble. Once, twice. Until, sated and spent, he landed on top her. He closed his eyes, ribs rising and falling as he forced air into his lungs.

A minute later, he swallowed and looked down at her. "You didn't come."

She carded through his sweaty locks. "It's all righ-"

"Shh." He slid out of her and settled at her side, reached between her legs to swipe at her core. "I'm not done," he declared, tracing the edges of her entrance, slick and swollen. One of his favorite things about getting her off was demonstrating his prowess in bed, how well he'd learned with her. His thumb met her plump clitoral hood, and he felt her throb beneath his ministrations.

Nails biting his bicep, she rocked upwards. A bewitching blush crept up her breast, her neck, spread across her cheeks. Shallow pants hit his face, short puffs suffused with high-pitched whines, utterly irresistible. He circled her nub at a steady cadence, tapping when she'd shiver, and she clasped the back of his hand. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucked the pretty peak, and lowered the other strap of her nightgown to bare her completely. A hushed plea fell from her lips. "Please, please..."

Suddenly, her vulva grew white hot and she seized, her hips stuttering with each flutter of his touch to her folds. She thrusts her breasts towards him, a sharp moan caught in her throat. Liquid pooled against his fingers, proof of her rapture that made him wish, with mild amusement, that he could be an unmedicated young man again. He would've gladly taken her a second time.

Giggling and rubbing her temple, she released a long exhale and opened her eyes. He brushed her hair back and grinned, completely smitten, like the first time he'd heard a joke and understood the punchline. The light brown picture frame on his nightstand caught his attention, and he regarded the wallet size photo in it, one of the shots of Y/N from the booth at Amusement Mile. The last thing he looked at before turning in each night. He lay his head her shoulder and hummed, listened to the drum of her heart.

She smooched his hairline and wriggled out from beneath him to stand. Her nightie had been reduced to a crumpled stripe of lilac cinched about her waist. It felt tawdry and shameless and he wanted to see her in it for the rest of the weekend. But she peeled it down her legs, wrinkling her nose when it got stuck on her thighs, and stepped out of it one foot at a time. She dropped it on the floral bedspread and retrieved her bathrobe from the closet. "Meet you in the kitchen," she said, opening the door.

The sun had risen higher, its beams slanting across the covers. He basked in it, catlike, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. He pulled on his pajamas, got a new pair of socks from their dresser, and made his way to the kitchen. He washed off the remnants of Y/N's arousal from his fingers, popped open a prescription bottle and took a tablet. He poured water into the coffeemaker, grabbed the can of grounds from the second shelf, added three scoops to the paper filter. Their three-tone brown mugs sat in their spot next to the machine, waiting to be filled.

When the glass coffeepot was half full, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, chuckling to herself. She opened the breadbox on the opposite counter and took out a wax paper bag. "Do you have any idea how dull this morning would have been if we'd never met? I'd have read the Sunday paper, had a drink. Probably worked on a file." He handed her a couple dessert plates, watched her put a donut on each one. "I wonder where you'd be. What woman you'd have breakfast with, what jokes you'd be writing, what magic tricks you'd have learned."

"Um..." At first he wanted to ask where this speculation had come from, if Matt had let her in on exactly what he'd said. But the confident slant of her smirk told Arthur she was teasing. He tried to play along but winced. No matter how appealing, how extraordinary she found him, his gut told him there wouldn't have been another woman. There'd be no more stand-up routines, no more Carnival. He certainly wouldn't be taking care of Penny. He'd likely be locked up in the hospital, maybe even dead. Without an anchor, his life would have lost what little sense it had.

Y/N was one of his anchors now, hooked into the sand alongside his material, treatment, the ability to pay bills. He seized her hand and squeezed it tight, unaware he was squishing her fingers. "I don't wanna think about it," he said quietly.

She sidled up to him and pulled him to her side. Rubbed his flank soothingly and pecked the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry." She took his chin and guided him to look at her. The intimate comfort of her smile helped him believe her next words, even before she spoke them. "I'll always be here."

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kirindensetsu · 3 years

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The Making of Fubuki

((Reposting from Den of Angels workshop thread because I wanted my friends to be able to see~))

After years of pining after dolls I couldn't afford as a broke teenager, my first BJD was a Bobobie Sprite I purchased for my 18th birthday. Unfortunately, she didn't live up to my expectations and I never really bonded with her. Her face was cute enough, but the Bobobie body lacked the grace and posing ability I imagined for the Unseelie faerie I'd been daydreaming of for years. Sueding and wiring didn't help, blushing and tattooing highlighted her blockiness, it was a mess. I packed her away and tried not to think about my disappointment for 12 years. In the meantime I learned to build and paint resin garage kits, inherited one of my sister's dolls, bought some others, took anatomy & physiology in college, and did a couple extensive restorations and full-body modifications. I was sure I had thrown her away at some point as a failed project, but last weekend I found her tucked away in a doll bag I thought was empty. Having just finished substantial mods on a Dollshe body, and awaiting an unfinished Unoa kit for my birthday in September, I decided that I owed it to her to try again. Doll nudity below the cut, looooong post--

My Sprite was originally going to be a pooka with golden eyes and extensive woad tattoos. The golden eyes are incredible, so those are staying, but she's now going to be a blue oni to fit in with the rest of my collection. My plan is to do extensive additive epoxy work, and then to use Krylon Fusion to give everything a unified finish. The goal of the project is to reduce the... idk, STRAIGHTNESS of the old Bobobie body. I was never going to be happy with it, the lines were all far too rigid.

Head: Modified mouth for a wider, smirking smile. Magnets added to headcap (old Bobobie used an S-hook iirc; I did this part back in 2008). Forehead drilled for 3mm brass rod armature, and epoxy used to sculpt horns over rod. Bust: Substantial subtractive modifications to breasts, which involved removal and readdition of nipples. Addition of epoxy clay to back and shoulders to give a more curved body line in profile. Deepening of shoulder sockets with 18mm eye bevel, followed by sanding to make shoulders narrower. Waist: Reshaping of upper torso joint into sphere for smoother range of motion. Subtraction of resin in back and addition of epoxy in front to enhance lumbar curve. Hips: Substantial reshaping of lower waist seam to more naturally follow the pelvic girdle. It reminded me of granny panties before Added epoxy to butt, again for lumbar curve. Thighs: Suwariko joint mod (cut the thigh and added a PVC insert to enable swivelling at the hip). Added epoxy to make her thighs look less straight. Calves: Removed 1cm of length at the ankles and rebevelled the socket. Removed resin at the ankles to bring them in, and added epoxy at the calves to make them curvier. Feet: Sculpted little claws, which were cute, and then decided the feet needed to be 5mm longer. Cut across, drilled and pinned with brass rod for structural strength, gap filled with epoxy clay. I also modded her feet to have defined arches and balls back when I first got her. Alas, spitting into the ocean. I added S-hooks, but did so by drilling the ankle and inserting brass rod to form the axle for the hook. Arms: The proportions on her upper arms BOTHERED me! they were so SHORT! and I only just figured out that's what I hated about them last week! I added 5mm to the upper arms by cutting them in the middle and using SteelStik to make a structural repair (plumber's epoxy putty has a shorter open time but far greater structural strength than artist's epoxy clay). Sanded the heck out of the wrists to give them a more delicate taper. Hands: Beyond salvage. The hands were my least-favorite part of this sculpt. I tried to bulk them up to look less spidery but it was just too difficult... I've ordered a different pair of MSD hands which will have claws added, and then when everything is painted it'll all match. Thanks for reading this far! Here's a preview of what her golden eyes look like next to Krylon Fusion in Antique Blue.

((first progress post)) I think I'm mostly done adding epoxy clay (at least where it'll show; presumably the wrist sockets will require tweaks to fit the new hands), so now it's time for finish sanding. I start with 60 grit for shaping, then switch to a 120 grit sanding sponge. To check for scratches, pinholes, and inadequately feathered edges, I apply a wash of diluted acrylic paint. Once the paint has dried, I scrub the piece with a nylon scouring pad. Paint remains in the surface irregularities.

All sanded with 220 grit. I don't think I'll be going higher than 400 because I want there to be some tooth for the paint.

Any pitting in the epoxy clay that can't be sanded out is marked with a Sharpie and will be patched with Tamiya spot putty.

I did a test spray of the Krylon Fusion on the headcap and it's fantastic! Holy cow is it *poisonous* tho, I'm used to working with volatile chemicals but this was something else. Get OUT OF THE AREA between coats and leave it outside until it stops outgassing, not just until it's ready to handle.

This test piece is four light coats sprayed 1 minute apart, allowed to cure for 4 hours, and then wetsanded to remove the spray texture. It's pretty sturdy but I will wait several more days to see how it continues to cure before experimenting with matte sealants. ((progress update 2))

Haven't done much but sand-and-fill-and-sand-and-fill, but my 14mm beveller came in today so I can start deepening her elbow and ankle sockets. Added some epoxy clay to the insides of the eyewells so 14mm eyes will fit with no gap. I need a needle file to clean up the corners of her mouth... Monster feets! Nails on the right came out better than the left, still need to feather-sand everything.

Elbows progress. The early Bobobie elbows are I guess /technically/ double-jointed because the joint is a sphere with two slots, but I thought I could do better than that. You can see epoxy clay spliced in to make the sphere into a peanut: this isn't a structurally sound repair unless you pop it apart and drill/pin/glue-epoxy it back together.

View from the back. By keeping the joint heads spherical with no elbow-shaped detailing, there's some rotation as well as flexion, which I like.

Touching her face with one of her old hands. I hope the new ones come soon!

((progress update 4))

In good news, these parts are all ready for paint! It's really hard to do prepwork with no filler primer, hope I didn't miss any spots...

In less good news, her new hands arrived and they are... very smol ;u; I forgot that the new trend for slim minis means that everyone has TINY LITTLE HANDS.

They are, however, beautifully sculpted and a good 3D reference for what needs fixing and how. Bobobie palm is very short relative to fingers: I made a transverse cut behind the knuckles and added epoxy to lengthen More curved volume across the back of the hand: Not necessarily realistic, but looks a little cuter, plus it makes the transition into the cylinder of the wrist look less stylistically jarring. More defined joint angles: Some of these I did via cut-and-thermoform repositioning, mostly I'm aiming to fake it by building up and carving away at the weird smooth curves. The fingers are just TOO SKINNY: But obviously I'm not going to squish rice-grain-sized blobs of epoxy to the fingers, right? It's too fiddly, it doesn't want to stick. What's the solution? Brace for a truly hideous WIP image--

"AAAAAAGH WHAT IS THAT DARK GRAY MESS" it's JB Weld epoxy! It's like load-bearing, slow-curing modeller's putty! Slathering putty onto an armature and then carving it away to refine the shape is how anime figure artists make hands and detailed hair. I was thinking about it from a polymer clay technique/perspective so I missed the obvious solution. Hand in the foreground has more layers than the hand in the background, every layer gets the shape a lil closer. ((progress post 5)) Parts set up on sticks so I can handle them without touching...

... and after 4 light coats!

Closeup of the head, lil' glossy because it's still drying. For the deeper areas like the joint slots, mouth, and the crannies of the ears, I'm going to have to decant some of the paint into a jar and apply it with a sacrificial brush.

((progress post 6)) I return from Depression! I finally finished sanding-and-spraying the Krylon Fusion coats, gave her a last polish with microfine to even out the texture, and have started blushing her. I'm using a mixture of Tamiya X-series acrylics applied via airbrush for basic contouring, then I'll go back in with pastel to add warm tones and details.

Fun discovery: in an attempt to cover some accidental overspray, I tried spraying the Fusion directly into the paint cup of the airbrush and using it to "erase" back to the base color. I'm NEVER using this product straight from the can again, it goes on so smooth and gorgeous from the airbrush! No orange peel or bubbles to sand away. I'm seriously tempted to get a can of pink and try blushing with it.

((progress post 7)) Doing a faceup over a spray-painted substrate is HARD I want to CRY. I talked about sanding out the spray texture to get an untextured surface, right? Welp, didn't/couldn't sand well enough in the corners of the mouth and the folds of the eyelids, so it's crusty-looking with pastels over it and now there's nothing I can do about it that doesn't involve stripping down to resin and starting again.

((final post)) Sueded and strung!

I didn't take pictures of the sueding process because I was using Barge Cement and it is messy and time-sensitive. I used masking tape to make templates of her joints, transferred to some thin gray lamb suede I found on eBay, and glued it fuzzy side out. The suede was thicker than real pliver, more like the thickness of silicone KIPS discs, but I think it worked out without too many fit issues. The trim store had 3.5mm elastic in a beautiful slate-blue color that I thought would look nicer in the joint slots, so she's strung throughout with thicker elastic. Some more poses to show off the functional mods~ Suwariko joints let her sit crosslegged, and more mobile wrists let her put her hands into the pose.

A more ball-and-socked shaped contact surface at her waist lets her slouch at a full range of angles instead of being locked into two.

With longer upper arms, she can reach the ground in this pose! You can also see how the modded waist joint lets her cock her hips.

She could always stand with locked knees. I think she needs some wire in her legs to let the suwariko joints hold their rotation against gravity, but I'll see how the elastic tension settles in first.

A parting shot out the snowy window. We've been having a hard time picking between a few names for her, but I think this settles it. Welcome back, Fubuki~

#making-of-fubuki #doll custom #bjd #bobobie

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yhjihyun · 3 years

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hey hey hey! guess who’s posting this up late late—it’s meeeeee! so, i’m yuv and this is jihyun, a yunhwa native and also 1/2 of the staff behind family run pojangmacha jihyun’s in the bimikil market square (boasting the best homemade mandu you’ll ever eat!). i have her all-in-one page up (though it’s really not much) HERE and i’ll be detailing more about her below the cut so!! and i know i have no plot pages (i’m not good at those rip) but please please give it (me) a chance and smash that like for plots!!!! i have lots of ideas i swear! thank u :D

tldr;

so! having been born and raised here and pretty much stuck here except for the three years in busan for college (final year was complete through online classes given her family situation) we can go ahead and assume that jihyun wants to leave yunhwa a.s.a.p.

unfortunately, given all of that (ailing mom and sole bread maker dad), it’s unlikely she’ll be able to leave anytime soon. which, lmao, she hates that.

alas, as the dutiful daughter it’s her job to stick around and care for her parents. which jihyun does with no complaints (because she loves them! obviously). but inwardly, it festers, y’know? she’s resentful, not of them but of her own situation. and she wants nothing more than to be able to leave with her parents.

personality;

semi-or otherwise mostly good natured, jihyun’s known around town by the older generation (late 20s to 30s+) as a bundle of joy. always eager to help and if pressed for a flaw, could only be seen as too hyperactive.

beneath that, is a sort of monster with one obsession only: getting rich. marrying rich? same thing. she’s not ungrateful for her parents, but she hates being here. hates that her youth is devoted to manning the stall (lunch and late-night shifts without fail, everyday). hates even more that she’s ‘talentless’ save her looks.

a grudge holder through and through, do not expect her to forget any moment she was ever wronged. from schoolyard fights to bad breakups, it doesn’t matter if you two built a bridge over it or if you’re older now or if she’s “matured”, she will “remember year 2003 sunday may 25th when you...” you into the next oblivion if it fits the situation.

daydreams and romanticizes things often, if only to pass the time and ease the ache and frustration building. when life moves as slow as it does in yunhwa, she’s willing to do all that she can to move time just a bit faster.

trivia;

has an extensive perfume collection (she’s convinced she has a particular “smell” to her, like garlic or tteokbokki or soju) she likes to rotate. currently smells like estee lauder’s pleasures eau de parfum

can be seen riding around town in either a) a lavender beat up vespa or b) a used truck

often works lunch shifts (alone) and late night shifts (mostly with dad)

thinks she’s “talentless” because she tried out for like five kpop auditions and did not make it in (and cooking is NOT a talent do not @ her)

i will post more (maybe) i just realized its 3am

connections; (roughly put together)

best friend we laughed, we fought, we conquered. jihyun’s bestie since forever! preferably a yunhwa native. and if you ever left yunhwa (her) after high school etc, she probably hasn’t talked to you since.

exes it’s a big small town

fwbs ??? maybe.... maybe not

hubby material (childhood friends) highkey lowkey she’s thought of marrying you at least once growing up

last year’s bestie this year’s enemy you two fought when you were in high school over something and somehow never got over it

brainstorm brainstorm brainstorm! hmu for some in depth plotties!! please!

#introyh

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Not Nineteen Forever (14) (Branjie/Scyvie/Ninex)- Ortega

a/n: hey hey hey! welcome to chapter 14 of n19f and thank u all so much for the love (and tears) over chapter 13. i’m sorry for breaking all ur hearts! hold tight to see where things go from here. the only way is up, right? as always plsssssssss send love and ur fav moments to my blog or to AQ! my fav food is delicious validation yum xoxo

please note: this fic contains young adults often behaving in irresponsible/unadvisable ways with regards to alcohol, drugs and sex. if you are someone who feels as if they could be heavily influenced by fic and incorporate what happens in the plot into ur own life, pls steer clear!

summary: Brooke, Yvie and Nina are three flatmates who forged a friendship in their first year of university and picked up some other waifs and strays along the way. Now in their final year, there are feelings that need to be unravelled and confessions to be made whilst navigating drunk nights, hungover mornings, takeaways, group chats, library meetups, cafe gossiping, and the small matter of getting a degree.

last chapter: Brooke decided that she couldn’t give Vanessa what she was looking for, and headed to her flat to have an important conversation.

this chapter: the girls deal with the aftermath, Monet and her flatmates provide a distraction, and Scarlet has a revelation.

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Scarlet looked at the door to the lecture theatre once, twice, three times, the biting of her nails an awkward accompaniment to her worrying. The clock seemed to tick in time with her heart, although she supposed it wouldn’t compare a bit to how Vanjie would be feeling.

Sighing deeply and drawing a little star on the edge of her notebook, Scarlet reflected on the events of the past few days. She and Yvie had been sitting watching some dumb Netflix show and procrastinating and had been contemplating what to have for dinner when a message came through on the old Branjie Sweepstake chat from Silky, Scarlet unable to believe it was her from the way she was typing.

Silky: Hey ladies so some of you prolly already know but Brooke ended shit with Vanjie earlier today. She’s pretty cut up about it understandably so just making you all aware so that none of you put your foot in it. Also just keep things on the chat as normal although V will prolly not be out at any nights out any time soon xxxxx

“Holy shit, Yves,” Scarlet had gasped, looking at her girlfriend who was also staring at her phone in shock.

“Well, fuck. She did it,” Yvie blinked at her phone, sighing heavily. There was a small pause of guilty silence, as if the pair of them were contemplating the knowledge they had withheld from Vanessa. Yvie gave a curt shrug. “Guess we can kiss goodbye to ending uni on a high, then.”

“Oh, Yvie, don’t be so selfish! We’ll all be fine, Silk’s trying to keep things as normal as she can for V’s sake!” Scarlet rolled her eyes at Yvie, her girlfriend ever the pessimist.

“Yeah, but you can’t deny things are gonna be a little bit awkward, babe. I’m not here for all that shit, we’re meant to be fully-functioning adults in, like, five months’ time. Not babies with drama issues.”

“The only baby with drama issues in our friendship group is me,” Scarlet raised an eyebrow, Yvie laughing and pulling her close. “We’ll all still be friends, Jesus. I’m just worried about V. God, I’m a shit friend, aren’t I? I knew this was coming and I sat by and let her think everything was fine-”

“You are not a shit friend,” Yvie insisted, squeezing Scarlet’s side so hard she felt her ribs might break. “I did the exact same. Besides, Vanessa’s an idiot if she didn’t see it coming. You can always tell when people are being off with you.”

“Hey, that’s unfair. You can tell that, but whether you choose to admit it to yourself or not is a different story,” Scarlet added thoughtfully. “Like if you started giving vibes that you wanted to break up with me. I feel like I would just lie to myself about it because I’d so desperately want it not to be true.”

“Aww, baby,” Yvie smiled, kissing the top of her head. “You’re adorable. You’re also dumped, by the way. Ha ha ha, dipshit. I broke up with you and you didn’t even know I was going to.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Scarlet thumped her girlfriend with a pillow.

After that, the pair of them had gone to Yvie’s living room in search of Nina, where they got two for the price of one- Nina and Brooke, sitting on the sofa, Nina talking gently to Brooke and the other girl staring so hard at the wall Scarlet was convinced she was going to rip a hole in the space-time continuum. They’d both sat down and spoken about the entire situation, but not in too much depth- Brooke explaining that her feelings towards Vanessa had changed, and she wasn’t sure she was what she wanted anymore.

“Wait, you weren’t sure? Do you not have to be pretty sure about something like that before you break up with someone?” Yvie had asked, her eyes narrowing. Nina had cast Yvie a glare and Brooke had tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling.

“I’m not really sure about any area of my life, Yves, so why should this be any different?”

Scarlet was jolted out of her daydream by the door to the lecture theatre swinging open, her heart rate rising only to find it plummeting again when two random girls from the course came through. A shot of adrenaline gripped Scarlet, however, when a girl traipsed in behind them that at first she didn’t recognise. Then swallowing a small bubble of horror as she approached Scarlet’s bench, she realised that the girl was Vanjie. Her dark hair hung like a witch’s over her face- matted and tangled with the frizz a telltale sign of Vanessa having slept in it and not bothered to brush it either. Her face was a pale, makeup-less mask with a decidedly grim, almost mournful expression. The outfit she was wearing was shapeless, a far cry from the ever-fashionable girl Scarlet knew she was, and the black joggers and huge navy jumper Vanessa had on could well have been the outfit she’d slept in. As Vanessa slid in beside Scarlet, she barely gave her eye contact.

“Hey babe,” Scarlet greeted her supportively, the other girl still not looking at her as she took her notebook out of her bag. “How’re you holding up?”

Vanessa gave a completely mirthless laugh as she scrambled at the bottom of her bag for a pen. “Aha. Not great, to be honest.”

Scarlet was hit by a wave of emotion. She reached out and squeezed Vanjie’s free hand. “Oh, Vanj, I’m so sorry.”

“Please-” Vanessa said, her voice choked and warped, two tears hitting the blank pad in front of her. “Please don’t be nice to me, it’s gonna set me off again.”

Scarlet could’ve cried herself at the state Vanjie was in. She watched their lecturer enter the hall and begin setting up. “Babe, we don’t have to stay here if you’re like this.”

Vanessa straightened herself up, tilted her head towards the sky and wiped two fingers under her lashes. “No, bitch. It’s been four days, I said I was coming to uni today and that’s what the fuck I’m going to do. The bitch might have broken my heart but I’ll be fucked if she’s taking a 2:1 from me either.”

Scarlet’s heart hurt a little hearing Vanessa talk about Brooke that way, but then reason kicked in and she supposed Vanessa wasn’t going to be down to shower Brooke with platitudes for the time being. She watched as Vanjie tilted her head back down, gravity doing little to stop more tears from rolling down her face. She gave a sniff and, in lieu of a tissue, wiped her nose on the sleeve of her jumper. Then, she used the other sleeve to mop up her tears.

“Stupid fucking cryin’, goddamnit,” Vanessa muttered angrily, growing frustrated with herself. Scarlet hurriedly reached into her own bag and brought out a small packet of tissues, wordlessly handing one to Vanjie. With gratitude, she blew her nose on it, the sudden noise causing a girl in the row in front of them both to turn around, her gaze lingering just a second too long on the crying Vanessa.

“What the fuck are you looking at, hoe? You want your face rearranged? You could fuckin’ do with it,” Vanessa snapped angrily, the girl quickly turning back around. Scarlet had had enough. In one movement she swept all of her and Vanjie’s things into her cavernous Hermes bag and shoved at her gently.

“C’mon. We can get the lecture notes later. You need a coffee and a talk,” she insisted, clamping a hand over Vanjie’s mouth as she opened it to protest. Scarlet rotated Vanessa’s shoulders towards the direction of the door and practically frog-marched her down the stairs and out of the door seconds before the lecture began.

“I need a fuckin’ wine and a talk,” Vanessa quipped, before the floodgates suddenly opened and the girl’s face crumbled like a ruin. Scarlet immediately crushed her in a hug. She rubbed her friend’s back and sushed her quietly as Vanessa’s chest heaved with sobs, her crying eerily quiet as if she had nothing left to give. Scarlet felt a wave of guilt crash against her, the thought of what she’d known and kept from Vanessa perhaps having been able to help the situation in some way being almost too much to handle. Just as she was about to let it out and confess it all to Vanessa she felt the girl take a huge deep breath and pull out of the hug. Her face was blotchy with red tear marks, but a small, albeit unhappy smile was plastered across her face.

“Sorry. It’s out now, no more cryin’. I promise,” Vanessa sighed, looking to the floor sheepishly.

“You don’t have to be sorry. Come on,” Scarlet slipped her arm through Vanessa’s, holding the girl up as if she was about to fall down. “Let’s go to the union. Then I can get a coffee and you can get a wine.“

They walked in somber silence, Scarlet giving Vanessa’s arm a supportive squeeze every now and then. She wondered what it would be like to feel how Vanessa was feeling in this moment. Like utter shit, obviously, Scarlet thought as she had to stop Vanessa from stepping into the path of a cyclist, so wrapped up was she in her own world. Somehow they reached the pub in the union without Vanessa suffering any fatal accidents. As Scarlet looked around and noted how quiet the place was, she felt relieved. At least they wouldn’t have any awkward run-ins with anyone they didn’t want to.

"I’m not even that in my feelings about it. Or no- I didn’t expect to be as in my feelings as I am,” Vanessa began, sitting down at a small table for two and shrinking into herself on the chair. “Like, we weren’t nothin’ serious or anything. So she technically didn’t even break up with me.”

“Yeah, but you still had a connection. That’s still shit to break off with someone,” Scarlet offered, shrugging her jacket off before she could give Vanjie her full attention.

“I know, but…ugh, I’m annoyed at myself, really. Like I shouldn’t have got so attached…but I thought maybe she…maybe we’d…whatever, I’m not makin’ sense,” Vanjie continued, shaking her head and running her hands through her hair to punctuate the end of her sentence.

“No, you are making sense! You’re totally valid. Of course you’re going to get your hopes up if you’re seeing someone that often and sleeping with someone that often,” Scarlet nodded, hoping she was reassuring her friend. There was a small silence where Scarlet wondered whether or not she should ask what she wanted to ask. “‘Ness, how did Brooke actually-”

“Dump me?” Vanessa gave another humourless laugh and shrugged, pulling the sleeves of her jumper over her hands. “In the nicest possible way, obviously. Fuckin’ bitch, can’t even give me anythin’ to be mad at her for. She came to my flat. Sat me down and was just like…yeah, this isn’t working. I feel like we want different things, and I can’t give you what you want right now. Did the whole you’re an amazing person schtick but by then I’d stopped listenin’ cuz ya girl was tryna focus on not cryin’ in front of her. Succeeded, though. Until the second after she left, obviously.”

“Fuck, Vanessa, I’m so, so sorry,” Scarlet sighed, guilt consuming her.

“No, bitch, don’t be. It wasn’t your fault-”

“But, fuck, it might have been,” Scarlet began, Vanessa’s face growing alert and curious. She sighed, wondering if she’d regret her decision. “At Monet’s party…Yvie told me that Brooke had said to her she was having second thoughts about the pair of you.”

Vanessa narrowed her eyes slightly. Scarlet held her breath. She could see the cogs turning in her head. “But that was weeks ago.”

Scarlet clenched her stomach muscles. “Yes.”

Vanessa’s face grew into a snarl, and she gave a bark of a laugh. “Oh fuckin’ Jesus, it gets better. So not only has she sat on this for about a month, but she’s also told the whole friendship group about it. Fuck, Scarlet, do you not think I would’ve wanted to know somethin’ like that?”

“I know, I know, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to know! I didn’t even want to get involved, but Yvie told me and then I just had the information in my head and I didn’t know whether I should tell you or mind my own business, and I’d promised Yvie-”

“Oh, you promised Yvie, that’s alright then. Fuck your friend ‘cuz you made a promise to your precious lil’ girlfriend, that’s fine. Good to know how much I mean to you, Scarlet,” Vanessa spat out bitterly.

Scarlet’s stomach was now tighter than she’d ever felt it in her life. She thought back to what Yvie had said, about the friendship group and about how it would all start falling apart. She thought about if she’d told Vanjie sooner, if her and Brooke could have talked it all out and stayed together. Unexpected tears started welling in Scarlet’s eyes. Trying to calm herself she took a long, deep breath through her nose, which turned into a sniff. The noise made Vanjie look up from staring down at the floor, and her hard expression softened into one of regret.

“Fuck, Scar, I’m sorry. Shit. Please don’t cry,” Vanessa murmured, reaching across the table and squeezing her hand. “It’s not your fault. Okay I’m mad at you, but even if you’d told me what the fuck good would it’ve done?”

As Scarlet wiped at her eyes with her free hand, Vanessa gave a heavy sigh. “She still wouldn’t have wanted me.”

Scarlet drew her last tissue from her pocket and wiped her nose with it. “But I should’ve told you. Maybe you’d have been less attached three weeks ago-”

“Scarlet, three weeks ago I liked her just as much then as I do now. It was never a gradual increase with that bitch. Liked her just as much the day we met as I did the day she broke up with me,” Vanessa said the last portion of her sentence quietly, breaking Scarlet’s heart in the process. She gave a world-weary shrug as she spoke again. “S’just hard trying to un-like her. Well, in that way, anyway.”

“Do you think you can even be friends with her again?” Scarlet wondered, biting the side of her finger as she worried about the answer.

“I mean, yeah, I guess. I just kinda need my space from her just now, you know? Which is hard, ‘cuz…obviously we’ve all got the same friends and I don’t want to have to hide away from them just to make things less awkward,” Vanessa frowned, Scarlet nodding sympathetically.

“Well, you’ve always got me.”

Vanessa gave the tiniest genuine smile which made Scarlet want to squeal with joy. “I appreciate you, boo.”

There was a small silence in which Vanessa seemed deep in thought. Finally, she spoke. “Did Brooke say anything to Yvie about it?”

Scarlet wondered if she should tell Vanessa about the “wasn’t sure” comment. She decided that the last thing Vanessa needed right now was any potential false hope. Instead, she sighed. “She hasn’t been very talkative about the whole situation. Just basically told her the same as she told you.”

Vanessa put her palms against her eyes and rubbed harshly. “Well. That’s that then.”

Just then, Scarlet heard a small scream of delight. Looking up and over Vanjie’s shoulder, she spotted Monet with two of her flatmates heading towards them. Monique, the girl whose hair was previously lilac, now had a mane of huge pink chopstick curls, and Cracker’s blonde hair was loose over her shoulders. Anxiously looking to Vanessa, she wondered if this was the right time for more people joining them. Before she could make a decision, Monet had reached them and was leaning over Scarlet making to hug her.

“Oh my God, hey! Fancy seeing you both here,” she smiled, giving Scarlet a hug and moving to hug Vanessa. “V, how are you, baby? Nina told me. Oh, not in a bad way, just…so I knew.”

Monet held the hug with Vanessa longer than she had with Scarlet, the other girl smiling gratefully as she pulled away. “I’m alright, bitch. Not great but not the worst I’ve been.”

Scarlet watched as Monet’s flatmates hovered awkwardly. She gave them both a smile. “Hey! Cracker and Monique, right? We met at the flat party. You’re welcome to grab a couple seats! We were going to get drinks, but we got sidetracked chatting.”

Cracker gave a smile of gratitude and pulled over two chairs for her and Monique, then a third chair for Monet.

“Hey,” Vanessa greeted the pair of them, looking down at her outfit awkwardly. “Well shit, this is embarrassin’. I look like a bag of trash.”

“A cute bag of trash,” Monique replied casually, Vanessa blinking a little in response, taken aback by the compliment. Moving on as if she hadn’t said anything, Monique gave a curious gaze at Monet and Vanessa. “So wait, what happened?”

Monet gave an awkward grimace, but Vanessa filled in the silence for her. “I got broken up with the other day.”

Monique’s face dropped in shock. “That girl broke up with you? Girl, that’s a fuckin’ gag, what? You’re so stunning! An’ she’s like…a slice of white bread.”

Vanessa let out the first genuine laugh Scarlet had heard her emit that day. “Bitch, no, stop it. She’s beautiful too. She just didn’t want a girlfriend. People want different things.”

“Yeah, that’s true. My ex wanted somethin’ different too. Apparently that somethin’ different was Naomi with a model body an’ an onlyfans account. Stupid fuckin’ man, thinkin’ I wasn’t gonna find that shit out,” Monique reeled off, Scarlet barely able to keep up with the pace she was talking at. “But anyway, that was, like, six months ago now. Anyway the point I’m makin’ is that it didn’t take me long to feel better, baby, so don’t worry.”

“The ten rebounds probably helped,” Cracker quipped from beside her, Monique shoving her as Scarlet, Monet and Vanessa all let out a laugh.

“Seven, actually! Come correct, whore. Anyway, we can’t all be as loved up as Miss Monet over there,” Monique raised her eyebrows, Monet rolling her eyes in response. Cracker excitedly turned to Scarlet.

“Oh my God, do you guys know what she’s doing?”

“Cracker,” Monet warned, her voice tinged with caution. Scarlet was interested.

“What’s she doing?” she asked, Monique’s face lighting up excitedly. Monet waved a dismissive hand.

“Guys, this is notthe time or the place to be talking about sappy, cheesy, Valentine’s Day bullshit,” Monet said exasperatedly, with a glance Vanessa’s way. The girl in question was leaning forward with interest, resting her elbows on the small table in front of her.

“Well yeah, Valentine’s Day can suck a dick, but if this is stuff about you and Nina then I’m listenin’,” Vanessa smiled calmly, Monet going slightly red at the thought of having to explain.

“It’s really no big deal-”

“Oh my God, it IS,” Cracker jumped in, hitting Monique excitedly.

“Will you two fuckin’ chipmunks go and find Alvin and stop molesting us! It ain’t anything big, I’m just…maybe…gonna ask Neens if she wants to be my girlfriend.”

Scarlet’s mouth dropped open, unable to contain her excitement. She gave a little squeal and clapped her hands. “On Valentine’s Day?”

“On Valentine’s Day! With a treasure hunt!” Monique continued, gushing with excitement. Monet rolled her eyes.

“Oh my God, bitch, can you date me instead?!” Vanessa chimed in, her mouth wide open in shock. “A treasure hunt?”

“It’s honestly no big deal!”

“It IS a big deal, fuck off Monet!” Cracker snapped, clearly fed up with her flatmate downplaying the situation. “So she’s getting all these pictures of Wills…Will Schuester from Glee, Will from The Inbetweeners, Will Young…then she’s getting loads of umbrellas and putting them in a pile- ‘cause obviously they all start with a 'U’,”

“- then -” Monique cut in.

“Why do I feel like I’m no longer in charge of anything in my life?” Monet interrupted dryly.

“- then she’s getting loads of bee-themed things, like honey, yellow stuff, Burt’s Bees lip balm-”

“They know what fucking bees entails, Monique!” Monet exclaimed, Vanessa snorting and Scarlet suddenly so glad of these three girls for the distraction they were providing from her friend’s shitty situation.

“- then she’s putting loads of stuff in a pile that belong to her, so obviously if I was Monet, it would all be ‘MY’ stuff,” Monique continued, ignoring her embarrassed flatmate’s interruptions.

“What’re you doing for ‘girlfriend’?” Scarlet asked excitedly, on complete tenterhooks. Monet opened her mouth to speak, but Cracker got there first.

“She’s made a playlist. A playlist,” she repeated, full of glee. “Of songs with the title ‘girlfriend’. Which there are surprisingly many of.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Monet, I hate you. It’s amazing. She’s gonna love it,” Vanessa smiled, seemingly genuinely enthused about her plan. Monet was now incredibly flushed in the face.

“I mean, she might misinterpret the whole thing. She might go ‘Will umbrella yellow objects songs’ or some shit.”

“Which knowing Nina, she probably will,” Scarlet offered, eliciting a laugh from Monet. “But it’s cute. ‘Ness is right, she will love it.”

“Thanks, girls. But no telling her, okay? Shit, I’m already so fuckin’ nervous and it’s still ages away,” Monet wiped her (presumably sweaty) hands on her jeans.

“Are you two doing anythin’ cute and vomit-inducin’ for Valentine’s Day?” Vanessa asked Cracker and Monique. The pink-haired girl tilted her head and gave a little smile.

"Damn, you tryna ask me somethin’? You move on fast,” she winked, Vanessa covering her cheeks with her sleeves.

“Shut up, bitch! You got some amount of nerve, tell you that,” she rolled her eyes, trying to look annoyed. Scarlet could tell she was secretly flattered.

“Well, I’m just going on a date with a girl I’m seeing. We’re trying to downplay it, but I’m highkey freaking out,” Cracker smiled bashfully, Monet sticking her tongue out at her.

“Kaaaameron,” she mocked, batting her eyelids. Cracker swatted at her.

“At least I have a date, bitch! What’re you doing, sitting on Tinder all night offering your services to every person you swipe?"

"Ouch,” Monet half-gasped, half-laughed. Unfazed, Monique shrugged.

“Hmm, prolly. Well, unless something comes up out of nowhere,” she said nonchalantly, checking her nails. Scarlet cast a quick gaze between her and Vanessa. Cracker snapped her out of her rapidly snowballing thoughts.

“What about you and your girlfriend, Scarlet? You doing anything nice?”

“We’ve booked a nice restaurant. It’s a horrifically overpriced set menu, but neither of us have ever really spent Valentine’s with anyone before, so we don’t really mind paying for the experience,” Scarlet smiled, feeling herself grow excited at the thought of getting to sit at a fancy table with candles and prosecco and seafood and chocolate desserts and just celebrate the fact that the pair of them were in love-

Well fuck. Scarlet hadn’t seen that coming. Cracker was replying to her, but she couldn’t hear her. Scarlet was only consumed by the one thought in her mind. She was in love with Yvie. Really properly in love with her. Of course she was, it was so fucking obvious! Why hadn’t she realised it before? Scarlet wanted nothing more than to find her girlfriend and tell her, but with a pang she remembered the hurt Vanessa sitting in front of her and knew where she was needed the most. Although she didn’t seem too hurt at the moment. Monique was telling a story and the heartbroken girl was leaning in, listening intently, her eyes sparkling.

“Hey, were we not getting a drink? My mouth’s drier than Ghandi’s flip-flop here,” Monet said suddenly, cutting Monique off mid-story. She rolled her eyes and took her purse out of her bag, promising to buy everyone’s round.

“Uh, leave me out actually. I think I’d better head off,” Scarlet excused herself, the thought of having to tell Yvie that she was in love with her becoming her number one priority. Feeling guilty, she looked to her friend. “If that’s alright, Vanj?”

“Yeah, boo, don’t worry about it! I’m actually havin’ fun for the first time in days,” Vanessa smiled up at her, casting a gaze to Monet who smiled back.

“Yeah, we’re way better than your other friends,” she said, sticking her tongue out at Scarlet who did the same back.

“We’ll look after her, Scarlet, don’t worry,” Monique smiled, taking Vanessa’s hand and giving it a little squeeze, then letting go again almost as if the interaction had never happened. The only evidence to suggest otherwise was a small blush on Vanjie’s face. Scarlet was intrigued by that whole dynamic. On one hand, she wondered if harmless flirting with Monet’s friend might do Vanessa the world of good, especially if Monique kept showering Vanjie with compliments the way she was doing. On the other, she wondered if Vanessa was altogether ready for a potential rebound. Not allowing herself time to think it over too much, Scarlet said her goodbyes, blew a kiss in Vanjie’s direction, and headed out of the pub and down the stairs of the multi-floored union, immediately messaging Yvie.

S: Are you on campus???

A reply came back within seconds.

Y: yeah my lecture just ended babe! Want to meet?

S: I’ll come to you

Scarlet raced to Yvie’s building, the crowds bustling about in the square that separated the union and the lecture buildings blurring into the background as Scarlet half-walked half-ran to get to where she knew Yvie would be. At that moment she saw her- dressed in her ripped blue jeans and her enormous black puffa jacket, her hair swept up into two wild, untameable space buns. As soon as Yvie saw her her entire face lit up in a smile and if Scarlet had been in any way unsure of how she felt before that, she knew without a shadow of a doubt now.

“Hey, baby! How are you?” Yvie greeted, going for a hug. Scarlet instead took both of Yvie’s hands in hers, gripping them tightly. Yvie’s face was instantly awash with shock.

“I need to tell you something important,” Scarlet insisted, pausing for a moment before she could say it. Yvie blinked at her, confused.

“Right, so…you’re pregnant?” Yvie deadpanned, her face still concerned. Scarlet was unable to help herself letting out a laugh. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

“Yvie, I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you, and I don’t know how I didn’t realise it until now. I’m ready, and I’m saying it, and I mean it. And I really hope that-”

Scarlet was shut up by Yvie pulling her close and kissing her gently in one swift movement. In that moment, it seemed as if it was their first kiss all over again, but so much better- the two girls fit together like pieces of a jigsaw, the way Yvie kissed and tasted so comfortingly familiar to Scarlet now as if she’d known Yvie’s lips her whole life. When they pulled away, Yvie instantly pulled Scarlet back in for a cuddle. With her head against Yvie’s chest, Scarlet could hear her heartbeat racing.

“Scarlet, fuck…I’ve been in love with you for so long. Since, like. The Christmas dinner.”

“Let’s never break up, okay? To go through what Vanjie’s going through, or to put you through that…ugh, it’s all so horrible,” Scarlet sighed heavily, tightening her grip around Yvie’s waist. Yvie gave a soft chuckle.

“So this is us, then, is it?” Scarlet could hear the smile in her voice, and she squeezed her eyes shut and willed this moment to stay as bright and clear in her mind as a memory as it felt right now living it.

“This is us, baby. You’re stuck with me.”

Yvie pulled away, and at once Scarlet could see the love painted on her face as she looked at her. “Well, I think being stuck with each other sounds pretty good to me.”

As they both walked away and Yvie held Scarlet’s hand in her own and spoke about what to have for lunch, Scarlet thought about how good she had it and how lucky she was.

She had to agree that being stuck with Yvie sounded pretty good to her too.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #scyvie #ninex #not nineteen forever #n19f #university au #college au #lesbian au #ortega #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #scarlet envy #yvie oddly #nina west #monet x change #monique heart #miz cracker #s11

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crapitskizaru · 5 years

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Side Effects May Include: Devil Fruits Edition

🦖 Could I request some HCs on how devil fruits would affect the user’s sex lives? :o this is so vague but it’s so interesting to consider that I wanted to hear your opinions, haha

Warning: in-depth analysis of all the naturalistic filth that comes along in the topic of a human body and sexual encounters + freakishly long-ass post that includes most of the currently known devil fruits

Logia Types

Hie Hie no Mi (Kuzan)

❄️ since he’s such a chilly guy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), he’d certainly use his abilities to cool down the temperature of his body during any sexual encounter - Kuzan doesn’t really like all the heat and sweat that is produced during the steamy see what I did here? hilarious times in between him and his current lover

❄️ if his partner’s vagina is sore because of reasons varying from physical injuries to hardcore love-making, he’s the perfect guy to come up with a quick solution - a chilly, smooth dildo of his own making to ease out the pain pretty much torpedoes the problem

Goro Goro no Mi (Enel)

⚡️ this one’s a little tricky; since he can transform himself into pure electricity, he’d have to keep that in mind at all times, especially when reaching his climax - so that he wouldn’t electrocute his lover from too much excitement

⚡️ if he’s an extreme sucker for kinkplays, he could use the tiniest bit of his powers to either stimulate his partner or punish them for disobedience of any kind, provided they’re into it as well

⚡️ given that Enel can also use his skills to listen to the electrical sound waves in the air, he’d have an incredibly detailed perception of how his lover reacts to particular sex positions, angles of his thrusts and so on i honestly don’t know what to do with this information

Gasu Gasu no Mi (Caesar)

☁️ sex in the air?????

Magu Magu no Mi (Sakazuki)

🐶 this shit only serves him an inability to get too caught up in the moment, unless he wants this particular person to get burned alive during sex

🐶 so besides the obvious flaws, the only advantage I can think of is being able to serve as a human heater to his partner during particularly cold nights if only he would ever actually cuddle someone

Mera Mera no Mi (Acey & Saboo)

🔥 just as with Akainu, these bois will instantly heat up even their coldest partners - a lot of warmth and a lot of sweat-producing usually accompanies them during love-making sessions

🔥 might include the annoying issue of holes being burned right through their clothing whenever they get too fiery with the act - as well as the possibility of unintentionally starting a fire in the room

Moku Moku no Mi (Smoker)

🚬 I can easily imagine him using the ability of producing as much smoke as he fancies to blind his lover for maximized kinky submission experience

🚬 also, using the great speed with which all the smoke allows him to move in order to intensify the frequency of his thrusts - could it get any better?

Numa Numa no Mi (Caribou)

🛸 used for stabilizing his partner’s legs/waist/arms so that he can devote all of his attention towards pleasuring both of them, without having to worry about occupying his hands to hold them

🛸 also available for kinky use - all of that bondage gear could be replaced with those muddy serpents of his just perfect

🛸 provided he’s got a rather powerful dominance/daddy kink, Caribou could also create the bottomless swamps to trap his partner and make them beg for his cock

Pika Pika no Mi (Borsalino)

💥 reflecting himself into various positions to gain dominance? Heating his partner up? Providing enough room lighting? Sex at the speed of light? What?

Suna Suna no Mi (Crocodaddy)

🐊 trapping his lover in piles of quicksand for further teasing seems like a good enough idea to me - also, since he can crumble things to dust in literal seconds, stripping his partner down is never as quick as when it comes to this man

🐊 the ability to absorb any liquid makes cleaning up his cum from the drenched sheets a rather easy job that’s quite handy actually

Yami Yami no Mi (Blackbeard)

👺 the only use of this shit that I can think of is, again, blinding his partner and surrounding them with pure darkness, leaving them all hot and bothered in anticipation for his traitorous cock

👺 could also serve as a technique of pulling a person towards himself, like he did with Ace, but that’s just too scary to me, idk

Yuki Yuki no Mi (Monet)

💨 compressing her snow to different bondage gear, as well as cooling her partner down at particularly humid times - although I think it’d be hard for her to control the powers while being in a highly aroused state

Paramecia Types

Ato Ato no Mi (Jora)

🎨 courting her crushes with abstract art paintings, thank u very much

Awa Awa no Mi (Kalifa)

🛁 unlimited lube supplies

🛁 now that’s what I’m talking about

🛁 I can assure you, this woman would go all out with those bubbly powers - using it to turn her various kinks into reality

🛁 used for draining her partner’s energy to gain as much dominance over them as possible; also to clean up from all the bodily fluids that cover them after each round of sex

🛁 could come in handy to relax her partner and bring them floods of pleasure, often to the point of overstimulation

Baku Baku no Mi (Wapol)

🏰 no, I can’t do this

Bane Bane no Mi (Bell)

🛎 boing-boinging into his lover during sex??????

Bara Bara no Mi (Buggy D. Clown)

🤡 oh, this one’s good

🤡 this fruit allows him to use more dildos and plugs with his fingers than he could count on one hand - mainly because he’s got two im so funny

🤡 thrusting inside his partner and giving oral at the exact same time, because why not; the only requirement would be that his lover can’t get too grossed out by all of this dirty shit

Bari Bari no Mi (Bartolomeo)

💫 being able to make love to his partner against the barriers that he creates/creating surfaces to fuck on in places that no one sane enough would ever consider as suitable ones for having sex

Bata Bata no Mi (Galette)

😈 imagine how much fun this woman has in bed - being able to control and restrict anyone’s movements with those buttery thingies, she doesn’t even have to try much to be the dominant one in between the sheets

😈 also, consider this: butter-flavoured lube and unlimited + unbreakable flavoured condoms

Beri Beri no Mi (Very Good)

🍇 berry/sphere-shaped dildos??? incredible

Beta Beta no Mi (Trebol)

💧 if his partner has a vagina, he could control their discharge, as in the amount and its texture - what for, I have no idea

💧 he’d also be able to restrict his lover’s movements, as well as come up with new positions, since he can attach himself to any surface

💧 other use may be as a lube? although that’s pretty disgusting

Bisu Bisu no Mi (Cracker)

🍪 do you find yourself daydreaming about sweets when close to climaxing? Are you experiencing unexpected, overwhelming cravings during sex? Constantly hungry? Or simply bored with orgasms? Fear not! This man will supply you with floods of biscuits to munch on so that both of you will be pleasured

🍪 moving cookie dildos??

Doru Doru no Mi (Mr.3)

🕯 various bondage constructions made with wax?

Fuku Fuku no Mi (Kin’emon)

👙 imagine how many sets of lingerie this man would create for his partner to wear - a literal dream come true when it comes to this pervert

Fuwa Fuwa no Mi (Shiki)

🦁 advanced sex positions in the air/rotating his lover according to the man’s whims

Giro Giro no Mi (Violet)

🌹 this woman would bring her lover as much pleasure as possible while also making their deepest kinks and desires come true

🌹 she’s also able to read which positions are the most enjoyable for her partner and what they secretly think of her sex skills kinda scary if you ask me

Gura Gura no Mi (Whitebeard)

🌎 what may be possible when it comes to this fruit is creating the tiniest vibrations in order to stimulate different areas of a human body and bringing powerful orgasms, although that’s just too good to be true

Hana Hana no Mi (Robin-chwan)

🌷 giving oral and being able to grope her partner, both at the same time, seems like a pretty good use of this devil fruit

🌷 slight possibility of sprouting as many pair of legs as she fancies and ability to take theoretically unlimited partners at the same time?

Horu Horu no Mi (Ivankov)

👅 starting the love-making session while having a dick and ending it with a vagina? Why not?

👅 imagine how much Ivankov could arouse their partner by increasing their levels of dopamine/serotonin/testosterone/estrogen, according to their desires

Hoya Hoya no Mi (Charlotte Daifuku)

🏺 gains +1 spectator, if he’s an exhibitionist ;)

Kage Kage no Mi (Gekko Moria)

🕳 could have multiple partners, exclusively at his service?

Kilo Kilo no Mi (Miss Valentine)

🎀 would totally be able to pin her lover to the bed, preventing them from flipping on top of her - what an easy way to gain dominance, although she’d have to be extra careful not to crush them well

Kobu Kobu no Mi (Bello Betty<3)

🌌 her partner receives almost overwhelming waves of encouragement, whether in order to praise them or to push them to keep going - this woman certainly doesn’t take sex lightly

🌌 is able to turn even the most insecure lovers into confident sex-animals in the matter of seconds

Kuri Kuri no Mi (Charlotte Opera)

🍦 moisture! Lube! Food kink! Quick snack! Fluffy surface! Whatever you want!

Mane Mane no Mi (Bon Clay)

🦄 ever wished it was your crush instead of ą random hook-up? Problem solved indefinitely~

Mato Mato no Mi (Vander Decken)

🐍 he could try aiming dildos at his partner from afar? Why did I even think of this?

Memo Memo no Mi (Charlotte Pudding)

🎞 rewatching her and her partner’s favorite sex moments whenever she wants, almost like a portable(?), realistic porn movie

🎞 being able to erase all of the sexual encounters during which she either didn’t enjoy herself enough or performed badly and doesn’t want her lover to remember it terrifying

Mero Mero no Mi (Hancock)

🎇 keeps perverts at distance

Mochi Mochi no Mi (Charlotte Katakuri)

🍩 food kink

🍩 is able to restrain his lover’s movements so that they have to plead for his cock - good method whenever Mochi’s in a dominant mood~

🍩 food kink

🍩 it also allows him to create as much mochi as he desires in order to either lick it off of his partner’s body or make them lick him clean

Nagi Nagi no Mi (Rosie)

🍰 his lover can be as loud as they want - screams, pleads, moans and groans of pleasure - nothing will be audible outside of his sphere, which comes in handy when he just wants to have a quickie and Doffy’s in the room next to them

Netsu Netsu no Mi (Charlotte Oven)

🌡 hot dick

Nikyu Nikyu no Mi (Bartholomew Kuma)

🐾 useful when you never want to see your partner again

Ope Ope no Mi (Trafalgar the Fucking Law)

⛄️ now that’s the kinkiest shit

⛄️ just visualize all of the fucked up poses and positions he could slice his partner into, and then multiply it by Law’s level of sadism - great

⛄️ this man’s totally able to make his partner watch from afar as he plays and fucks their body the way he likes

⛄️ could he slice his dick off and use it as a dildo though?

Ori Ori no Mi (Hina)

⛓ brings hardcore bondage to a completely new level (:

Pero Pero no Mi (Charlotte Perospero)

🍭 what else if not creating lickable, candy dildos - and just like Mochi, he loves to lick his own candy from his lover’s body

🍭 also various candy creations to restrain his lover with

Wara Wara no Mi (Basil Hawkins)

🃏 cute little voodoo dolls to cuddle!

Ito Ito no Mi (Donquixote Doflamingo)

🍨 imagine how incredibly kinky this man can get with his powers

🍨 holding his partner in the air with those strings? Leaving small cuts all over their body, if they agree to that, edging and marking?

🍨 also using it as bondage gear and maximalyzing his Daddy authority/dom position, since his partner can’t even wriggle so that they won’t get cut

Bastard Bastard no Mi (Eustass Kid)

🔥 manipulating the restricting bondage gear/handcuffs/jewelry of his partner’s according to his whims and wishes

🔥 also knife play mastered to perfection?

Zoan Types

🦖 every furry’s heaven, thank u

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nichester · 4 years

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5, 17, 24 for the songs ask? Sorry if this ask is too late 🙃 (Good luck for your OSCE!)

@manyarel It’s never too late for me to talk about music! I'm bored and refusing to prepare for my exams so im gonna give you like a million songs lol These are now playlist prompts and there's nothing I can do about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5) A song you like to daydream to: These are all from a playlist I used to listen to coming home on public transportation (rip the subway i miss u so much)

New Slang by The Shins

39 by Queen

Liza Forever Minnelli by The Mountain Goats

Buckets of Rain by Wendy Bucklew (Bob Dylan cover)

Sweet Jane by The Velvet Underground

17) A song that makes you grab your friends and jump up and down singing along: This is a playlist of songs on heavy rotation whenever my friends are together

Drag Me Down by One Direction

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Cut to the Feeling Carly Rae Jepsen

A Dios Le Pido by Juanes

Gold Digger by Kanye

24: A song to listen to on a long drive when you have the really strong urge to keep driving until you find somewhere to start a new life: this says european city but you know those bitches can't handle long drives this is an american roadtrip playlist! Organized from early early morning to late at night

Only Living Boy in New York by Simon and Garfunkel

Learning to Fly by Tom Petty

Let's Go On the Run by Chance the Rapper

Thunder Road by Bruce Springsteen

Wide Open by The Chemical Brothers

Thanks for wishing me luck--they’re gonna be over zoom can you believe >:|

#i just realized how long this is -_- why am i like this #obviously its because im procrastinating but still i should develop SOME restraint #i just love making playlists haha #playlists #asks #send me music asks yall i need a reward to convince myself to study

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gemsofgreece · 5 years

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(Aah sorry for the spam but I just saw tumblr ate the 2nd half of my post) Thanks for the quick reply! I was also gonna ask where u were from, if that's not too personal? I might be going back to Thessaloniki next year & I'd love some recommendations for places to visit around it if ur familiar w the area! I always seem to end up at the Mediterranean Cosmos & the Πλατεία Αριστοτέλους, which I love, but I'd like to branch out ahaha! Ευχαριστώ πολύ και καλή εβδομάδα να έχετε ♡ 🌸

Just to keep the standard internet precautions, I’ll just say I come from the general region of beautiful Thessaly :) But I lived in Thessaloniki for my studies, so I can recommend some stuff based on personal experience. So assuming you’ll be there for several days, these are my suggestions and if you don’t have enough time, choose the ones you prefer.

For culture: First and foremost, the Archaeological Museum and the Museum of Byzantine Culture. Don’t miss them. If the budget allows it, have a meal in the Byzantine Museum’s restaurant because it is ♡ ! Thessaloniki is often called the cultural capital of Greece because there is always something happening there. That’s why I recommend you check what’s up in the Concert Hall whenever you go back. I love Thessaloniki’s Concert Hall, especially in winter they have fantastic artists, orchestras and theatrical shows (even from Broadway), ballets from Russia etc. Check the Lazaristes Monastery which houses the Museum of Contemporary Art and also many concerts take place there. Go to the Fortress of the Upper Old Town and also stay there for a drink in a roof garden or terrace cafe during sunset - the views are fantastic. Visit the 7th century Church of Saint Sophia downtown, Rotunda and the Arch of Galerius (known as Kamara) close to the University. Also, you’ll find many ruins from the palace of Galerius and other stuff (lol I am so helpful) as you stroll around the city. Saint Demetrius’ Church is also massive and gorgeous. Basically, there are numerous monuments and museums in Thessaloniki but those are the ones I know first hand.

For views / entertainment: Visit the White Tower in the morning and ascend the stairs, there are beautiful views to the entire city and the Thermaic Gulf from its top. You can also go to the rotating cafe on the top of OTE tower which is not far from the White Tower but I have to warn you for the price. Then of course, Thessaloniki’s trademark is its waterfront. You can take one of the communal bikes and ride along the big waterfront. This is ideal in the morning, it is super refreshing. (There are also 4-wheel family bikes, electric scooters, carriages available.) Also Thessalonians of all ages hang around in the waterfront and its parks, some with their friends, some with their animals, some just go to read alone, it’s very nice. If you like nature, you can go for a walk in the Hill of Seych Sou or look up if there’s anything happening in the Forest and Earth Theaters which are located there. Saint Paul’s Church is nearby which is also very nice. One thing that is really trending in Greece and particularly Thessaloniki are Escape Rooms. I am pretty sure they are available in English too. I can’t recommend them enough. I ‘ve been to a lot BrainGame and MindTrap escape rooms but there are many more.

For shopping: Assuming you’re into shopping since you’ve been to Mediterranean Cosmos many times, I’d recommend Tsimiski, Navarinou and Egnatias Streets for average - tight budget and Proxenou Koromila Street for big budget or daydreaming lol

For food / nightlife: I don’t know much but I like “Diagonios” for meat & grill, “Ellinikon” for traditional greek mezedes (appetizers) and nearby “Marea Sea Spirit” for seafood. If you want portions for giants in very reasonable prices, go to “Kastro” in the Upper Old Town. Thessaloniki is famous for its sweets and pastries. You’ve been to Aristotle’s Square so you might have smelled the scents from “Terkenlis”. Try the trademark chestnut “tsoureki” (sweet bread) from Terkenlis. Agapitos pastry shop is famous too. But my personal recommendation is ice cream from Estia bakery / pastry shop. It’s close to the White Tower. Ice. cream. there!!! But honestly Thessaloniki is heaven for food, anywhere you go is at least decent, you must be really unlucky to have a bad experience. For alcohol and live Greek music at night, bars, clubs etc go to Valaoritou street. Specifically for hard partying and stuff, I don’t know much because it’s not my cup of tea but Thessaloniki has everything for everyone.

BONUS: If you stay a month and run out of my recommendations lol, you might want an excursion in the outdoors. Take a bus or rent a car for Chalcidice which is close to Thessaloniki (50 minutes min.) and has some of the best beaches in Greece. Holomon Forest in Chalcidice is in my opinion as good for hiking as its beaches for swimming. Which is quite something. Mount Olympus is about 1 hour from Thessaloniki. If you’re into lakes, wildlife, bird watching etc, Kerkini Lake in Serres is ideal and is about 1,5 hours from the city too.

So…er… that’s it. You can go to my Macedonia info page for more Thessaloniki monuments and museums that I don’t have personal experience for.

EDIT: Also, go to Ladadika area for food.

Καλή εβδομάδα και καλά να περάσετε

#greece #europe #thessaloniki #travel guide #travel rec #pegasusdrawnchariots #ask #mail #macedonia #mainland

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owo PLEASE TELL ME ABT YOUR SELF INSERT’S BAND!!! im interested and also if u need a bass player or backup singer im in-

Ok, so I may have made my S/I years ago, when I was like 10, I just never really told anyone about it, tbh I didn’t even know that kinda of thing had a name. Anyways, they started as a DC Comics S/I, so the members of the band are some very underrated characters that I love. The band’s name is ‘The Nest’, yeah, 10 year old me was clever with that one. I”ll try my best to explain some of the members the best I can, but it’s a rotating crew, except for certain members, and they are always on the lookout for more members. They only play covers though, it makes it easier to daydream scenarios that way. I’ll keep this under a read more, cause there is a lot.

Ok, so the member’s go as follows:

Matt/Crow/Me: Created the band. Totes the lead vocals, has a sick red keytar and is pretty good at piano’s in general. Can play drums, but isn’t the drummer. It really depends on the song that they play, but they can play auxiliary instruments like a tambourine or an accordion. Since they band only plays covers, you might think that not a lot of people like them, but Matt uses his powers to really put on a show, which can draw a crowd pretty much out of nowhere. Also helps that he dated a band member’s brother who happens to work for a music channel, who becomes their manager, but we’ll get into that.

Jamm: Oh boy, this guy. He uh, is one of the DC characters that no one likes. I mean for good reason. He is a 90′s rad skater dude from San Fran, who has to super power that let’s him tell people what to do. God I wish I could of made him up first. He’s kinda stupid, but he is my lead guitarist and a pretty good backup singer (I like to think he sounds kinda Like Axl Rose when he sings). A couple of friends and I made him a family tree, the Jammily, which in turn gave him a the brother that works at a music channel. Jamm pretty much just showed up on Matt’s doorstep and became his roommate. ‘Hey can you rock?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Cool, You’re in.’ Also he looks like this:

Lonnie/Anarky: Another DC comics character, but this one is a bit more popular, he doesn’t have powers, but he’s uber smart and is a pretty good hacker. I won’t get too much into him for reasons, but he’s the only member of the band with more than one brain cell. He rocks it on bass and backup vocals (I like to think he sounds something like Jim Morrison when he sings). Him and Matt grew up together and are pretty much like adopted brothers. He was also my first fave comic character, aka I have so may pics of him, but I limited myself to 2, the second one is his alter ego:

Jane Doe: Ok, these next few characters I haven’t really talked about publicly, but I still have my love for them. A DC character that is known for using other people’s identities as their own. May include murder. She’s also the band’s drummer and may or may not of been Matt’s first gf, it ended after about a week, but they were still on good terms. She has a lot of different looks, but my version of Jane comes from a very specific comic, Arkham Asylum Living Hell, and that’s the version I like to stick with:

Ok, now these next few are ones that come and go, and are usually replaced if I can find a better member.

Todd/Obsidian: A dude who is a Green Lantern’s (Alan Scott) son who has shadow powers. He’s also canonicly Gay. There’s more to him then that, but he doesn’t show up that much, like most of these other ones, he is a pretty good guitar player though. He’s the brunette, and I do like his alter ego costume too:

Lori/Black Alice: A pretty goth chick who died and then got the super power to absorb other’s nearby power and use it as her own. She plays pretty much whatever the song needs that someone doesn’t already play. Other guitars mostly. I may or may not of put her in a relationship with the next person on this list btw. She’s cute:

Death: Last but not least, the actual embodiment of Death. She’s here mostly thanks to some of Matt’s past, that will have to be a whole other post at some point, if you guys want it.... Anyways, she’s a total sweaty who also plays what ever the band is lacking for certain songs, but she focuses more on other piano and stuff Matt just doesn’t want to play. I may have set her up with Lori, mostly because I thought they’d be cute together when I was 10. She is also a cute goth chick:

I guess I had a type... Anyways, I think that’s all my main members, makes no sense for canon, but I gave up caring long ago. I’m sure these jerks would love a new addition! Mostly considering like 3 of them don’t even want to be there. Sorry this was long, this was 10 years worth of story shortened for one post. Hope it kinda made sense. I forgot to mention that Matt also likes to summon them at random points, just because he felt like singing, and they all just have to play so they can be sent home faster. Jamm seems to be the only one who likes to be summoned...

#Crow Caws #wow #it's way more than I thought....#The Nest #these guys are super close to my heart and I care about these losers

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emeraldwaves · 5 years

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Title: What We Lack Part 13 Pairing: Kacchako, Deku/Melissa, Todomomo Rating: T Word Count: 4,158 Read on Ao3 Summary:

Quirkless.

They’re the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for beta-ing

"Come on, Yuuta, attack me!" Shouhei called out, bouncing back and forth on his feet. He hadn't even activated his quirk yet, and already he was ready for a fight.

"Sh-Shou!" Yuuta cried back, shaking his head. "I think it's a bad idea for us to fight." He couldn't attack his boyfriend, if he was even calling him his boyfriend. Yuuta still hadn't worked up the nerve to clarify.

"We're not fighting, Yuu," Shouhei snorted, folding his arms across his chest. "We're fucking training! There's a difference, and this will be fun!"

Yuuta swallowed, unsure of how any of this could be classified as fun.

"But Shou... what if I... what if I hurt you?" he said, glancing down at the ground.

"Then we get healed! The whole point of training is to get stronger. You're going to have to face your classmates during the sports fest!" Shouhei said, pointing out the rather obvious truth Yuuta was trying to avoid thinking about.

Admittedly it was one of his biggest fears, fighting both Shouhei and Arata during the sports fest. Knowing his luck, he'd probably have to face both.

He slammed his eyes shut, trying to breathe. So many times now had he pictured the large stadium... Shouhei standing across from him, a smirk pulled across his lips. Sometimes it was Arata, his piercing turquoise eyes looking as though he were about to murder Yuuta.

Neither were a pleasant daydream and Yuuta's heart began to pound in his chest, his breathing growing shallow. He shook his head back and forth.

"N-No..." he said, pressing his head to his hands. "I can't!"

"Oi, oi, oi," Shouhei said, jogging over to him. His hands wrapped gently around Yuuta's wrists, pulling them down. "What's going on?"

Slowly turning his gaze to Shouhei, Yuuta bit his lip. "I-I... I can't fight you Shouhei," he whispered. "I'm terrified I'll hurt you or... or..."

Shouhei scoffed. "I guess I should be offended you think I'm weak enough to let you land a hit."

"Eh?" Yuuta blinked, confusion dancing through his dark eyes. "I-I don't think you're weak at all, Shou."

"Exactly. I can hold my own against you," he smirked. His thumbs brushed over the backs of Yuuta's hands. Somehow Shouhei was always so gentle, even behind his sometimes gruff personality.

"Yes but..."

"Boys!" Mina's voice cut Yuuta off and he jerked away quickly, not wanting her to see them holding hands. Or well, he supposed Shouhei probably wouldn't want her to see them holding hands. He wasn't sure how much it mattered.

"M-Mina-sensei! A-Ah uhm... Kirishima-sensei," Yuuta stammered. He knew they should be calling her by her family name, despite being more familiar with her.

"Yuu-kun," Mina chuckled, smirking at both of them. "If the rest of the class isn't around, you don't have to be so nervous and formal!" She giggled. "It's cute how much like your mom you are. Momo-chan must be so proud."

"I-I uh, I hope..." Yuuta muttered, looking down at the ground. So far he hadn't done much to warrant his parents being proud of him.

"What seems to be the problem over here? Everyone is training and you two are just standing here talking," Mina said, narrowing her eyes at the two boys. "You shouldn't take this time for granted, especially with the sports festival coming up! These hours we set aside for training are crucial!" she said, tapping her foot against the ground.

"Well Yuu-"

"It's my fault Mina-sensei!" Yuuta said, immediately cutting Shouhei off. "I-I told Shou I didn't want to attack him and I started thinking about having to face Shou or Arata during the sports festival and I just... I freaked out..." he muttered, his cheeks flushing.

"Yuuta," Mina said and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I get that fighting against your classmates might seem a little bizarre, but I promise it will be good for you! I paired you with Shouhei today because I thought you would feel more comfortable working with someone you know very well. I guess that was maybe a mistake?" She raised her eyebrow, smiling at the two of them.

"N-No!" Yuuta said, shaking his head. "I need to get over it... I know..."

"Try not to think too much about it," Mina explained. "Your mother and I used to spar all the time!" she laughed. "Same with me and Ocha-chan!" She glanced towards Shou. "Your dad was a different story. No one wanted to fight against Bakugou, save for like Eiji... Midoriya... Todoroki occasionally... Oh and of course him and Ochako-chan sparred all the time, probably why they got married," she teased, waving her hand back and forth. "Well, either way, neither of you are going to explode the other, so just try and have fun and give it your all! You're on the hero track for a reason," she said.

Yuuta bit his lip. She was right. He had chosen to do this... he knew what it entailed. He wasn't sure why he thought he would never have to potentially spar against everyone in class. As heroes, his parents never fought against their friends. Only people who were quite obviously villains… but even they probably did things like this in school.

"Right," Yuuta nodded.

"I can promise you your parents sparred all the time as well, Yuu-kun," Mina explained. "None of us became heroes by holding ourselves back."

"I keep telling him he's not going to hurt me," Shouhei huffed.

"Yes, give Shou-kun some credit!" Mina giggled. "Do you think you boys can try to practice now? If you don't want to be paired up in the future, I can make sure to avoid this again, but I think the two of you can help each other get stronger-"

"No! We can do it!" Yuuta said, pulling away from them to go stand more in the middle of the field. The last thing he wanted was to be denied more chances to work with Shouhei. "Let's go Shou!" he called out, letting the blue flames flicker around his palms.

"Alright, alright, give me a second," he said, running to stand across from him.

Yuuta glanced down at his hands, the blue flames cold as he started to warm their temperature, he saw Shouhei press his hands against a few large rocks, moving his fingers to raise them up.

They could do this... it was just like Mina said, they could help each other get stronger.

SLAP

The sound was sharp, echoing across the training room, Enji's palm connecting with Arata's face.

"You're late," he stated flatly.

The sting spread across Arata's cheek and he instinctively brought his own palm to gently rub the spot.

"I-I had to... change after class," Arata muttered, though even as the words left his mouth, he could tell they felt like a piss poor excuse. It wouldn't matter to Enji what he was doing... Arata was late and Enji wasn't going to accept any sort of reason.

"I don't appreciate people who disrespect my time," Enji scoffed. "You came to me Arata. Please keep that in mind."

"Yes Grandfather," he breathed.

"Good, I'd like you to spend the first hour rotating between core training; jogging, pushups, sit ups, etc."

He opened his mouth about to argue they had worked on those things today during their training session at school, but he didn't wish to elicit anymore slaps.

"If you truly wish to be stronger, Arata, you must discipline yourself. Right now, I question how serious you are taking this."

Arata's stomach dropped. He was questioning that? After how much time and how hard he was working both here and at school? Arata couldn't allow Enji to think that.

"I-I promise I want to take it seriously."

"Words are empty. Actions will prove to me how serious you are."

Arata nodded silently, making his way to the training hall. He would work all night if he had to, homework be damned. Even if he lost sleep, he could make up for the time at some point.

"There are many reasons we don't speak to your grandfather."

His father's voice echoed in his ear. It was a well known fact, even amongst the professional heroes that Todoroki Shouto and Todoroki Enji did not speak. Enji had been a strong hero before his retirement, maintaining the number one spot for quite some time. Eventually, as did most heroes, he grew too old, forced to retire the name Endeavor.

Arata didn't remember much about his grandfather. He recalled the smell of the house, like something was burning inside of it at all times. He remembered hugging him and excitedly showing his grandfather his quirk for the first time... that was the last day he had seen him with his parents alone.

Aunt Fuyumi occasionally would have the entire Todoroki family over, and Enji always went to that. He attended but he barely spoke, keeping to himself until he said goodbye to each of them, only glancing at Shouto once, nodding his head in acknowledgment.

Shouto never made it clear what their grandfather had done, but Arata wondered how bad it could've been. Then again, based on the way Enji spoke sometimes, Arata had a suspicion it had to do with their mother, and knowing his father, he was very protective of her.

Even Arata disliked the way Enji had made a few subtle comments about his quirk being too similar to his mother's.

"Grandfather..." Arata began, standing in the middle of the room. "Do you think... my mother is strong?"

"Your mother?" Enji asked. He sighed, letting his eyes shut. "Your mother is a strong woman, yes. She uses her quirk well, and has clearly put a great deal into her training."

"I see," Arata said.

"Your father is stronger..." Enji said, trailing off. "I don't believe this is something we should speak on. We're wasting precious training time."

Arata glanced down, staring his feet. "Do you think that... they shouldn't have gotten together?" he asked, biting his lip. Enji clearly wanted to change the subject, unsurprisingly. The few times Arata and Yuuta had brought up the topic of their grandfather to their parents, they too had been dodgy.

"Hm..." Enji sighed, huffing out a breath of air. "No. I don't think that. Momo has always brought out something good in Shouto." His voice gruff as he spoke the words, as though they were painful to him. "She makes him work harder and the two of them have always been a good... duo."

"Oh..." Arata muttered. "Have... you ever told him you think that?"

"He never gave me a chance," Enji muttered, standing up.

"Why is it that... you two don't talk?" Arata knew he was pushing his luck, especially from the way Enji's face fell slightly.

"Mmm," Enji hummed, tapping his finger against his arm. Arata watched, waiting for Enji to respond. "I wanted Shouto to be number one. I wanted him to carry on our family legacy. I pushed him, and he did not wish to be pushed in that way..." he explained. "But you, Arata, despite your tardiness today, I do think you can make it to the top. Your father is constantly fighting for the number one spot against Ground Zero and Deku, but if you work hard, you could own that spot. Just you."

"The number one hero," Arata whispered. It seemed like a dream beyond his reach. He never felt as strong as his father, nor did he think he was as strong as Yuuta even. Though his brother certainly didn't have the same drive Arata did. From what he could tell, he was only interested in following Shouhei around.

He clenched his fists, his eyes burning with more determination. "I'll do it. I'll be the number one hero," he said.

"Good, then I trust you will work hard at this training, and no more being late," he said, narrowing his eyes. "I do not wish to discipline you any more than I have to."

"No more being late," Arata repeated softly. He wondered if this was what his father hadn't liked. The pressure was already tightening in his chest, hoping he wouldn't do anything wrong to upset his grandfather again. If this was what he had to do to be the best... so be it.

Tapping his pencil against his desk, Yuuta twisted his lips. He was tired, and he really didn't feel like continuing his homework, but they had barely started school. He couldn't lose steam now.

He made his way down to the common room, pulling out a kettle to put some tea on when he glanced out the window, noticing a figure heading back towards the B dorm. He raised his eyebrow, noting the way they walked, their backpack and hoodie. There was no doubt in his mind it was Arata.

He pursed his lips and pulled out his phone, glancing at their messages.

[Text to: Arata]: Wow! Training was hard today, huh?

Yuuta sighed. Of course Arata hadn't responded to him. He barely acknowledged him, even when he saw him in the hall.

But what exactly was he doing sneaking around after curfew? Yuuta leaned over the counter, glancing down the hall. There didn't seem to be much movement... he wondered if he could sneak out himself...

He just wanted to talk to his brother... even for a second.

Stepping quietly back to his room, he grabbed his own hoodie and tucked his phone into his pocket. He prayed he wouldn't get caught, but even if he did, worst case, he could make up some excuse about missing his brother or something.

He snuck across the grass to the other building, stepping inside. Arata was on the fourth floor, and of course he had to be at the very top at the other end of the hall.

Taking a deep breath, he scurried towards his door, knocking on it lightly. "Arata," he whispered, and the door immediately swung open. His brother glared at him and grabbed his hoodie, yanking him inside.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, frowning. "It's after curfew."

Yuuta glanced down. "I could ask you the same question."

"It's... my room?" Arata said, glancing around.

Clicking his tongue, Yuuta folded his arms. "I meant I saw you sneaking back inside just now!" he huffed, and then frowned, noticing the redness on the side of Arata's face. Maybe he had been training... or... "Where... were you, Arata?"

"Whatever Yuuta," he scoffed, yanking his chair out to sit down. "I have homework."

"Arata, please," he said. "Are you doing extra training?"

"Yes, now go back to your room before you get us both in trouble!" he hissed, slamming his fist down against the desk. Yuuta jumped, freezing in place. He really didn't want to get caught in Arata's room but...

He had to get to the bottom of this.

"Where is this anger coming from? I don't... I don't understand," he whispered, stepping towards his brother's desk.

"I don't expect you to," Arata muttered, running his hand through his hair. "Look, Yuuta. We're both here to learn and become pro heroes. Can we just... focus on that? Please?"

"I just want to know where you've been."

"It's none of your business," he hissed. "Can't you just go back to Shouhei's room and make out or something?"

Yuuta bit his lip, his body deflating. "Arata I... don't understand why you're acting so... mean? What did I do to upset you? I-I just want to apologize and we can figure this out-"

"Yuuta, not everything is about you, okay? We don't all have our perfect lives figured out and we can't all just laugh and play around with our boyfriend while we half-assedly train. I don't get to just use my quirk casually like you," he snapped. "There's a lot to think about, and it takes way more practice!"

Sighing, Yuuta sat on Arata's bed, looking at his hands. "When we were little... I... was always really jealous of you," he began to explain. "You had such control over your quirk, and your crystals were... well, are, so beautiful. Mom was so helpful to you and... and I was a mess. I still am a mess. My quirk isn't easy to control. It's not like Dad where one side is ice and one is fire... it feels like mine is a weird mix of both and I still... suck at it. Secretly deep down it terrifies me," he laughed softly.

"So I guess what I mean to say is I don't understand why you're so jealous of me when... you have your life together way more than I do. I-I’m terrified I'm going to be a horrible hero. You're strong and badass, like... the perfect combination of Mom and Dad. I don't know why you feel so weak," he said, raising his eyes to look at Arata.

His brother had turned away, staring straight down at his desk.

"You were also the only person who wasn't afraid of my flame at first. When my hands ignited and I screamed, you were the only one to reach forward and grab them, completely unafraid. You've always been brave Arata, so I don't understand... this attitude. It kinda sucks," Yuuta shrugged. "Being pushed away over and over again... I... I don't like it."

Turning around, Arata sat next to him on the bed in a huff. "I wanna be the best, Yuuta. I know you don't care about this and you probably think I'm being crazy but... I need to do this... for myself. You need to do things for yourself too... we can't rely on each other forever."

Yuuta sighed and leaned against him. "Yeah but... we can still be friends. You're my best friend Arata, you always have been and always will be."

Arata sighed with him, rolling his eyes. "You're such a sap, Yuu," he chuckled, gently bumping his side.

"Can you please tell me where you went... I'm just worried..." he said quietly.

"Ugh, Yuu..." he muttered, running his hand through his hair. "Look if I tell you, you can't tell Mom or Dad. Especially Dad."

Yuuta blinked, nodding his head once before pausing. "You... You're training with Grandfather!" he said, thrusting his finger in Arata's face.

"W-What?!"

"Of course!" He jumped up, staring at him. "You want to get stronger and you're working really hard and sneaking away from school! Oh man," he smirked. "Dad is gonna kill you."

"Not if he doesn't find out! Yuuta I swear... if you tell them..."

"Oh my gosh, I'm right," he gasped, covering his mouth.

"I swear, if you tell Mom and Dad, I will kill you."

"Arata, you know how Dad is about Grandfather!" Yuuta said. "Dad might kill you first!"

"Look it's just... extra training and it's going really well... they don't need to know! I-I just... let me tell them on my own time?" he asked.

Yuuta sighed, taking a seat back on the bed. "Okay, okay... I won't tell them. You just have to promise me three things."

"Three?" Arata scoffed.

"Yes three," Yuuta nodded, folding his arms indignantly. "One, if anything goes wrong, you'll stop! Two, you tell Mom and Dad soon, and three, we can be best friends again."

Arata let out a long groan and fell back against his bed. "Fine, fine... I agree... but if I find out you tattled on me..."

"I promise I'll keep your secret... for now. If you don't tell Mom and Dad soon though... all promises are off," he hummed, falling backwards with him. "I really miss you Arata."

Pain flickered in his brother's eyes and Yuuta wondered why Arata was putting so much pressure on himself, why he felt like he had to hold back whatever he was feeling.

"Yeah," Arata swallowed. "I missed you too."

Yuuta could tell from the crack in his voice, Arata truly meant it.

Ochako stared at the table in front of her. For so long it had felt complete; her and Katsuki at the ends, Shouhei and Sayuri sitting across from one another in the middle. It felt whole, complete, and she hated that now the table had dwindled back to three.

She couldn't imagine what she would do in a few short years when it was back down to just two.

Katsuki stood in the kitchen, scrubbing dishes before he loaded them into the dishwasher. Sayuri had slipped away almost immediately after dinner. This was becoming her new habit, eat in almost silence, then escape to her room to work on what she claimed was homework.

She knew Sayuri was still adjusting to Shouhei being gone, and of course, the horrible girls in school who were still bullying her.

"Oi," Katsuki growled. "What's wrong, Cheeks?" He spoke, but didn't turn around from his dishes. How he was so in tune with her emotions always shocked her momentarily.

"I-I just..." She glanced down the hallway towards Sayuri's room. "I'm worried about Sayu," she whispered softly.

"No shit... she's barely talking to us," he snorted.

"Well you're not much of a talker, I guess she gets it from you," Ochako teased, watching the muscles in her husband’s back while he continued to wash through their plates.

"Probably," he grunted. "I'll make her speak if I have to. If it's those girls at school I'll fuckin' murder 'em myself," he snarled, his hand moving faster as he washed the plates aggressively and slammed them into the dishwasher.

Ochako giggled and stood up, making her way to wrap her arms around him. "I understand where you're coming from, Katsuki, but please don't break our plates."

"Those bitches deserve it! What does it matter if she doesn't have a quirk!? I just... it doesn't fucking matter. I sure have fucking learned my lesson there," he said, his voice getting quieter the more he spoke.

"I know," she said, gently stroking her hands over his chest. "Her being quirkless doesn't matter... it shouldn't matter."

"Why are you guys talking about me?" Sayuri's voice made both Ochako and Katsuki freeze in the kitchen.

"Eh? Honey!" Ochako gasped, turning away from Katsuki. "We were just discussing work, that's all."

"Mom, I'm not a fucking idiot," she snapped, glaring at both of her parents, admittedly taking on Katsuki's level of rage. "I get it okay!? It would be so much easier if I just had a damn quirk, wouldn't it?!"

"Honey that's not what-"

"Baby girl..." Katuski growled, turning to face his daughter. "That's not what we were talking about. We were angry about the shit girls at your school. Your mom is stopping me from killing them."

"Ugh, why," she rolled her eyes, snorting as she popped back down into her dining chair.

"Because that's wrong-"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it," Katsuki and Sayuri muttered at the same time.

Ochako couldn't help the giggle, shaking her head at the two of them. "We can start training soon," Ochako suggested gently, sitting down with her daughter.

Sayuri pursed her lips. "Yeah..."

"What's wrong, baby girl?" Katsuki asked, peering over his shoulder as he took his own seat at the table.

Gently brushing her thumbs over her own fingers, Sayuri shrugged. "I-I guess... being quirkless... not having a power or ability... it used to be normal right?" she asked softly. "Not having a 'mutation' was considered the normal and now..." she trailed off. "I guess I just don't understand why now it's considered so abnormal to be what once was normal..." She twisted her lips and looked down as if she was trying not to cry. "I just don't get why it matters-"

"It doesn't," Katsuki was quick to snap. "So don't tell yourself it does."

"I-I just don't understand why I don't have one. You two have such powerful quirks, Shouhei has one... so why am I sitting here with the short end of the goddamn stick!" she snapped, growing angrier.

"Sweetheart..." Ochako said, and gently touched her shoulder. "I don't want to give you a... scientific answer but... I guess it has something to do with genetics. There was nothing we could do about it, and honey you have to know we tried..."

Sayuri glanced towards Katsuki briefly and then back at her mother. "Well, science is fucking dumb," she hissed, pushing away from the table as she stormed back into her room.

Ochako sighed and glanced at her husband. "Well that went well..."

"Oh yeah," Katsuki snorted, rolling his eyes.

"She is your daughter after all," Ochako said, wishing she could say something to understand and make her daughter feel better.

"Yeah," Katsuki muttered, pushing away from the table to continue the dishes.

As Ochako sat by herself, she realized the table had never felt so empty.

#kacchako #todomomo #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #bnha #future au #what we lack #oc kids #minor abuse in this

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itscooltobefanficy · 7 years

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Feeling Alive- Part 2

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.

Introduction

Part 1 (Slow Hands)

Stay

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 3/?: Stay

Word count: 3494

Warnings: Mild physical injury

I’m really astonished by the feedback for this! Thank you to everyone who’s liked so far and/or asked to be added to the tag list. And thanks as always to @systemfailuresunshine for putting up with me <3 See bottom for author notes!

You’re running late, again. Groaning in frustration, you seize your keys from the table and grab your bag from the floor where you’d dumped it on your way in. Trainers, water bottle, towel- all in there. Thankfully you’d packed everything you needed this morning, and, on the upside, at least it isn’t raining. You lock up behind you and check your pockets for change. A handful of coins rattles at your touch: you sigh with relief. You can get the bus to the studio. You heft your bag onto your shoulder and set off in the direction of the stop.

It’s Wednesday, and the weather has, thankfully, done a complete U-turn since last week. The sun has been shining all day, accompanied by the merest handful of puffy clouds. You’ve caught yourself staring wistfully out of the library windows more than once; at least until Nahid inevitably throws a balled-up returns receipt at your head to shatter your daydreaming. Right now, though, you don’t need to hurry- the bus isn’t due until quarter-to- so you take your time to enjoy the walk in the gilded evening light.

That enjoyment is cut short, however, when you round the corner and catch a glimpse of who else is waiting for the bus. You balk for a second, then pull yourself together. You’re just going to walk up to this collection of tall, beautiful dancers and act completely natural. Nothing to worry about whatsoever.

They don’t notice you as you draw closer, so you take the opportunity to study them. Your ‘friends’ from last week have their backs to you, but the two people they’re chatting to are exactly what you’d envisage if somebody said ‘ballet school’. The white girl is both tiny and leonine, with vibrant red hair pulled back in a bun; the guy has flawless dark skin and muscles that stand out beneath his white t-shirt. You square your shoulders and cover the remaining distance.

“Hey.”

Steve, predictably, turns around with a smile.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You smile tightly as the girl lifts her gaze to coolly survey you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see James’ expression clouding over. Internally, you tut exasperatedly.

“Wait, this is Y/N? The one who schooled you on the way home last week?” The other guy snorts and holds out a hand. “Sam. Nice to meet you.”

“I see my fame precedes me,” You joke, dryly, as you grasp his palm. “Although what these two have been telling you-”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” The girl steps forward. “It’s good for them to have somebody disagree with them. Natasha.”

“Nice to meet you,” You say, on reflex, even as Steve makes a strangled noise beside you.

“Oh yeah, like you don’t do that enough, Nat-”

She looks up at him, eyebrows raised. “It’s nice to have some back-up, Rogers. Keeping your egos at a manageable size is at least a two-person job.”

“Objection, Romanoff. We’re not the ones attempting the ‘most difficult audition piece this academy has ever seen’.”

You blink in surprise. Unless you’re very much mistaken, James just said something that wasn’t horrifically serious.

Natasha just rolls her eyes. “You’re one to talk, ‘only dancer to achieve full-marks in your first-year practical exam’.”

Sam grins conspiratorially at you. “And then there’s me, who’s just average. I honestly don’t know why they keep me around.”

Steve claps him on the shoulder. “You and me both, Sam.”

You laugh. “And here I am: a librarian. I feel like a sore thumb.”

“Hey,” Steve wags a finger at you, “There’s no such thing as ‘just a librarian’.”

“Yeah,” Nat says, even as she steps to the curb to throw out her hand for the bus, “Librarians will be our saviours when the apocalypse comes.”

“Care to tell my employers that? I could do with a raise…”

The brakes hiss as the double-decker lumbers to a stop and the doors slide open. Sam steps aside to allow you and Nat on first. You pay your fare and follow her to the back seats.

“So are you and Sam taking the same module as those two?”

Nat nods as she gracefully sits by the window.

“We’ve got salsa.”

“And it’s not as bad as she says,” Sam cuts in, dropping into the seat beside you. Nat tsks.

“You just like it because you like having it easy.”

“Oh yeah, because that’s so foolish, having two hours a week where all you have to remember is basic, basic, turn, basic…”

You snigger. “Maybe I should sign up for salsa. I don’t think Wanda knows what easy is.”

“Wanda’s the hot teacher?” Sam asks; then raises his hands in surrender as you lift your eyebrows in a very pointed manner. “I’m just going off the information I’ve been given!”

“Which one of you has been describing Wanda as hot?” You demand, as Steve and James make their way down the aisle (Steve has to duck his head to avoid hitting it on the ceiling).

“I was speaking objectively, Y/N,” Steve says, “Just painting an accurate picture for them.”

You frown, but Nat smirks.

“You don’t have to worry about Steve, Y/N, he’s already spoken for.”

Steve rolls his eyes as he drops into the seat in front of you both, but you can tell by the way his expression has closed up that Nat’s hit a nerve.

“Don’t tease him about Peggy, Nat,” James says, mildly, “It’s not kind.”

“Yeah,” Steve seems to recover, and his tone lightens up, “It’s not like all of us get to spend seven hours a week in the presence of such beauty.”

“Um,” Sam scoffs, “You see me every day.”

They all laugh, you included.

“Well, I’m glad your beauty quota is filled, because Wanda is very much off-limits.”

“She have a partner?” Sam asks, and you twist your lip.

“Not yet. But she will, if I have anything to do with it.”

Nat raises one eyebrow. “Sounds intriguing.”

“Ah, it’s just this guy we see at competitions. He heads up Vision Studios, on the other side of town. He’s literally perfect for her.” You can’t help but roll your eyes just thinking about the two of them. Wanda laughs more with Luis than anyone else, but somehow they never seem to make that final push to exchanging numbers and going on an actual date. “One day they’ll see sense.”

Steve leans across to pat James’ knee consolingly and takes on the tone of a stereotypical maiden aunt. “Shame about that, Buck. Still, I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

James leans back, his mouth twisting into a grin. “She’s not really my type,” Is all he says.

“Are competitions a regular thing, then?” Nat addresses you, and you nod.

“Fairly. Wanda puts on more sessions when they’re coming up. I think our next one is in ten weeks or so?” You shrug. “Quite a way off, anyway. How does it work in the Academy?”

“We have auditions,” Steve answers, “For professional companies. They come through twice a year.”

You can’t hide your surprise. “That sounds pretty serious. Are you all going professional then?”

The four of them exchange looks. You huff a little. “You’re speaking to uninitiated, here!”

“Yes,” James answers, shortly.

“If we can,” Sam interjects, wryly.

“There’s no if about it,” Nat says.

“Not for our child-prodigy here-” Steve teases, and gets a whack on the arm.

“If you old men quit grumbling every once in a while-”

“Old men! You’d better watch your back, Romanoff-”

“Literally, you’ll probably end up with Steve for your duet,” Sam points out.

From the corner, James snorts. “I wouldn’t risk it, Stevie, she could seriously hurt you.”

“If you’re finished,” You say, standing up, “It’s nearly our stop, you two.” You turn back to wave at Sam and Nat. “Guess I’ll see you around?”

Nat gives you a small smile and Sam waves back as Steve and James get to their feet.

“Keep them in check, Y/N!” Nat calls, and a laugh bubbles out of you before you can stop it. Keep them in check. As if you could ever.

~~~

“Alright!” You push your sweaty hair off your forehead as Wanda calls the class to order. “As you may have noticed, this week we’re in the unusual position of having too many leads! So, as a special treat, I’m going to have you rotate partners!” The answering groan of protest doesn’t have the slightest effect on her gleeful expression. “It is good for you! Keeps you on your toes. We’ll have a break, then follows can move one to the left.”

You send a look of heartfelt misery her way, and she laughs.

“Like I said, it’s good for you, Y/N!”

“Yeah, suck it up, Y/N,” Clint messes your hair as he passes, and you make a half-hearted sound of outrage. “Got to stop being the teacher’s pet at some point.”

“Not funny,” You say, but you follow him off the floor anyway. “And at least I’m not speaking as an individual who lost at crazy golf…”

“Now that,” Clint glares at you, “Was not funny.”

You breeze past him to fetch your water bottle. “I’ll have you know that I’m hilarious.”

“It was pretty funny.” Steve walks past to where he had stashed his bag. You’d all walked in together: it had been kind of impossible to put your stuff separately. To your own surprise, the idea of spending further time in their company wasn’t entirely horrific. It was like there was a whole new side to them when they were around their friends. There was certainly a whole new side to James. Although he seemed to have clammed up again when he entered the studio, you’d been sneaking glances at the pair of them when you’d had the opportunity, and they’d clearly been practicing. Perhaps they did care a little more than they’d initially let on.

“Hey!” Clint protests, pointing a finger at Steve. “You don’t even know my name and you’re ganging up on me.”

“Ah, sorry?”

Clint cracks a smile. “It’s Clint.” He adds in the signed spelling. “Just remember that I’m always the funny one, and Y/N is not.”

“All the evidence would appear to be to the contrary,” Comes a quiet voice, and you look to one side to see James watching you both. Clint glares theatrically at him.

“You are fighting a losing battle, my friend.”

“OK!” Wanda’s voice breaks up their little debate. “Back to it!”

You stride back out into the centre of the room and try to shake off the uncomfortable feeling in your midriff that sparked when James took your side.

Wanda shakes her head in amusement. “Did you all think I wouldn’t notice if you just went back to the same partners? Come on! Step outside your comfort zones!”

Everyone reluctantly separates and all the follows move clockwise around the two lines of leads. You end up with Dylan, which is a relief. What’s more concerning is that James is only two spaces along- which means you’ll probably end up dancing with him. Today. Again, you squash down the tickly feeling.

“You can block with this partner- I’ll come around and correct your technique- then we’ll run through from the start.” Wanda looks positively gleeful at the glares most of her students shoot her way. “Off you go!”

Blocking passes without incident. Wanda incessantly corrects your wrists and hands (“Extend, Y/N! All the way to the end of the line!”) before sending you on to dance with Mo. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see James stood to one side, waiting out his turn without a partner.

“To music, this time! Remember, I want to see clean shapes.”

The hum flares out from the speakers as the song begins.

“Waiting for the time to pass you by, hope the wind of change will change your mind,

I could give a thousand reasons why…”

You slide into the isolations, playing with the positioning so it exactly mirrors Mo’s.

“All you have to do is stay,

A minute,

Just take your time.

The clock is ticking,

So stay.”

You turn to face one another, a smile forming on your face at the feeling of the movements flowing so easily.

“All you have to do is wait,

A second,

Your hands,

On mine…”

You join hands, then follow Mo’s grip to his opposite shoulder.

“The clock is ticking,

So stay-”

You slide your fingertips down Mo’s arm and hold onto his wrist, and as the tick-tick-tick of the beat rings out, you drop into the backbend.

Except- Mo doesn’t have your arm. For the briefest of moments, your balance hovers, tilted way beyond your centre of gravity- and then Mo’s wrist slides out of your grasp and you drop backwards with a thud. In the handful of heartbeats before you hit the ground, you frantically try to realign your neck and shoulders, trying to prevent your head from hitting the floor first; but there’s a sharp twinge of pain from your hips as gravity forces them to fold over at an angle you’re not flexible enough to handle and you let out a yelp an instant before you slam down on your back.

“Y/N?!”

“Are you OK?!”

The music stops. You’re only immediately aware of two things: the fact that there seem to be literal waves from the impact rippling through your skull, and that all the breath has been jolted from your chest. You wheeze, flat out like a stranded turtle, as Mo leans over you on one side and Wanda on the other.

“I’m so sorry,” Mo gasps, “I just missed the timing-”

“You alright down there?” Clint crouches down by your head, and Pepper peers anxiously at you.

The air seems to be filtering back into your lungs, and you wince as you uncurl your legs. “Been better,” You manage to say, “But I don’t think it’s a hospital job.”

“I don’t know,” James’ voice filters into your ears, “She hit her head pretty hard.”

You’d like to complain, but your brain still feels like it’s rattling between your ears. A furrow appears between Wanda’s eyebrows.

“Can you sit up?” She asks. You shove yourself up on your elbows, grimacing at the ache already settling in your shoulders.

“Look, not dead.” Christ. Your head really hurts; though you don’t mention that to Wanda. She’s worried enough as it is. You carefully look around.

“Alright.” James kneels down beside you. “Recite the days of the week backwards?”

“What?” You look at him incredulously.

“We get taught that when we’re checking for concussion, Y/N,” Steve says, somewhere to your left. “Ballet dancers fall over a lot.”

You snort, but try to focus. “Uh, Sunday, Saturday, Friday, Wednesday… Tuesday, Monday.”

James nods. Clearly your encounter with the floor has knocked you silly, because his eyes seem astonishingly soft. “And now count backwards from twenty?”

“Are you serious?”

James just looks at you, and you crack.

“Fine. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen…”

You reach zero without any mistakes, and James finally seems satisfied.

“Are we content that I don’t have a brain injury?” You grouse, and Mo offers you a hand up (still looking guilty, even though Pepper has reassured him at least three times that it was just an honest mistake). Wanda mock-shudders.

“Don’t even joke about it, Y/N. And you’re sitting out the rest of the session. I’m not having you damaging yourself any further.”

Again, you want to protest- but the pain in your head rivals a period cramp, and you’re not that much of a martyr. You nod (trying not to make the movement too severe) and shuffle over to the wall.

“I’ll sit out with her,” James offers, and you look up in surprise- but Wanda’s already nodding.

“Just in case I pass out?” You joke as he walks towards you. You carefully slide down to sit with the mirror against your back.

“Like Wanda says, don’t joke about it.” He sits a foot or so away as Wanda gets the class underway again. “Sure you’re OK?”

Your initial instinct is to reply with something snarky, but there’s genuine concern behind the question. Instead, you smile (well, it’s more of a grimace) and lift a hand to the back of your head.

“I’ve got the mother of all headaches and I don’t think my hips will be on speaking terms with me for a few days, but yeah. Like I said, not dead.”

He smiles with one side of his mouth. “Always a positive.”

You laugh softly as Wanda starts the music again.

“You know, you should do some stretches.” James speaks up over the music. “In general. It will help if you ever get concertinaed up again.”

You shrug. “I probably should. I’m just never focused enough to do them.” Or, rather, you can’t be bothered. “Your classmates would probably tear me limb from limb for speaking such heresy.”

James snorts and shakes his head slightly. Then he resumes his serious expression. “I can show you a couple, if you want?”

You’re so surprised, you almost forget to breathe. To cover your shock, you fall back on humour: you eye him suspiciously and ask, “How much will they hurt?”

“They’re supposed to hurt, Y/N,” He says, with more than a touch of sarcasm, “That’s how you know they’re working.”

You tilt your head back to rest gently against the mirror and ignore the fizzing in your stomach. “Fine. But, fair warning, I’ll probably whine a lot.”

James raises his eyes to the ceiling. “What have I let myself in for?”

“What’s that phrase? No take-backs.”

He pulls a face at you, and you have to fight the urge to stick out your tongue. James then wisely decides to change the subject.

“Is the studio space free before the class?”

“Yeah. Wanda sometimes runs her extra practices from four.”

James nods, looking pensive. Before you can ask why, though, Wanda’s announcing the end of the class and Pepper, Clint and Steve are heading your way.

“How’s the invalid?” Clint asks, and you make an ineffectual swat at his ankle. Pepper laughs.

“I think that means she’s fine.”

Besides the throbbing in your skull, you are fine; but that doesn’t stop Steve and James insisting you catch the bus home with them, and, when you hop off at your stop, Steve announces that they’re walking you to your door.

“Steve,” You say, trying to sound firm, but he shakes his head in a self-righteous manner whilst James looks on, amused.

“No, I won’t hear it! Can you imagine the guilt we’d feel if you collapsed out of sight round the corner?”

“It’s not like it’s far,” James says, in a mollifying voice, and you roll your eyes dramatically before gesturing for them to fall in beside you.

“If this carries on next week, I will not be impressed,” You warn. Steve nods seriously.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Honestly.” The exasperation in your tone sets James off into quiet giggles. “Look, here we are, and I’m still alive and kicking.” You stop outside the narrow door that leads up to your one-bed flat.

“Wait,” James says, before you can climb the steps, “You live alone?”

“Yes,” You say, trying to keep the suspicion out of your voice. OK, they seem nice- but you still barely know them. James holds up his hands in a conciliatory gesture.

“Just- it’s probably paranoia, but it would be nice to know that you’re up in the morning.”

“What, in case you need to break down the door and take me to A&E?” That seems like a very remote possibility, but Steve’s nodding.

“That’s a good point, Buck- have you got your phone on you?”

James fishes in his pocket and pulls it out, tapping in the passcode before holding it out to you.

“Don’t look at us like that,” Steve says, in that gentle teasing tone of voice, “We’re just concerned for your safety.”

“You’re worse than my mother, that’s what you are,” You mutter, but you acquiesce and take the phone. After tapping in your number, you hand it back. “There. Now that you have a way to be quite sure I’m not dead, I’ll say goodnight.”

Steve smiles at you, and even James’ face seems to have relaxed. “Goodnight, Y/N.” The pair of them don’t move. You raise an eyebrow. Steve just smiles wider. “Look, we’re going to see you safely inside.”

“You,” You say, vehemently, “Are both ridiculous.” You jam your key in the lock, swing the door theatrically wide and hop over the threshold. “Satisfied?”

“Goodnight, Y/N!”

Rolling your eyes for their benefit, you softly shut the door and turn the lock. Then you start up the stairs, with your mind firmly fixed on a paracetamol, a glass of water and the soft sheets of your bed.

AN: You know when I said that last part was long... It’s actually rare for me to write less than 3000 words per chapter, so if that’s not your jam then I quite understand. I’ve tagged all the people who have asked, and a couple who’ve liked both the parts that have come out previously- as per, if the story turns out not to be to your taste then drop me a line and I’ll remove you from the list. I always hesitate to tie myself to update schedules but I’ve just finished writing the tenth chapter of this (!) so I’ll be posting new chapters every couple of days. Once again, thanks so much for the feedback so far, I love you all <3

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Part 3

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