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kabibblewrites · 2 months

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LET'S GO ANSWERED ASK TIME BBY

Is she going to stay YN or are you going to give her a name?

I'm going to give her a last name, but I'm really gonna try to write it such that [Y/N] or [Name] isn't explicitly used in abundance. That way everybody can feel like they're part of the story! I know a lot of people find the [YN] jarring as far as flow goes, and so I'm going to try to minimize it's use as much as possible.

There will definitely be some parts I'm sure where I'll need to use it, but for the sake of flow I'm going to try to make it as natural as possible.

As far as their last name...it's Tatsuma. Because that's the Family that Reader chose. <3

2. Can you share fun facts about her?

Reader attended her college program in America on a scholarship (so she's bilingual). She and Ryuko ended up video chatting at all kinds of weird hours thanks to the time difference. I like to imagine there was probably also a group chat that got inundated with all kinds of pictures and updates!

Her official job is in Risk Management with a focus on Pro Hero Liabilities, Damages, and Insurance. Essentially the liaison between agencies, Pro Hero's insurance policies, and she's the adjuster on claims for aforementioned damages (property or otherwise). The clerks can either work for third party insurance agencies or with a Hero Agency directly managing their insurance policies, payouts, and claims. As you can imagine, it's a lot of numbers.

Pro Hero chucks your car through a building? She's the one that manages that on behalf of the Pro Hero's Agency. Large agencies can usually afford to have their own dedicated Clerks and Adjusters, but smaller agencies contract out to 'Companies' that handle that sort of thing.

She got a bunch of vindictive pleasure of seeing All Might being active in America during her program. She was also known on her college campus for her Fiery Distaste of Pro Hero Endeavor when it came to discussing international rankings or Property Damage rates.

General Theory among the Risk Management course was that he blew up her car or something in collateral damages or something, but nobody was ever really sure.

Her Top 5 Favorite Heroes are: Ryukyu, All Might, Wild Wild Pussycats, Godzillo, and Present Mic (she likes his radio show).

3. What inspired you to create her?

There I was, sitting on my ass one snow-day like "Damn I wish Shouto had a better fucking family life--WAIT I CAN GIVE HIM ONE!"

Then I was like "I will also incorporate the Dabi is Touya Todoroki Theory" that was popular before the reveal.

I'm a sucker for family fix-it and Golden Route stories. Also I LIVE for found family and Characters who are now Dads to Gremlins. Dadzawa and Dadmight are my jams

As far as Reader's personality SPECIFICALLY...you'd need to have a pretty big fuckin' backbone to go against the Mountain of Horrible Temperament that is Enji Todoroki, so I started thinking about what may have caused him to be like that. I thought about what it might be like to have to constantly live with somebody with that Holier than Thou attitude, and what that must be like for somebody who wasn't as strong as he was. I admit that a LOT of fanfiction exploring Bakugou's bad attitude kind of steered how I figured Enji was raised. Bakugou was never told 'no' as a kid, and was always told he was going to be great...but lucked out that he ended up catching his mistakes in the Manga (eventually).

Enji Todoroki managed to make it to adulthood without Checking Himself before he Wrecked Himself, so I wrote Reader exploring that kind of childhood.

Also at the time I was a Teacher and I needed SOMETHING to do that wasn't stuffing my face with a dozen Krispy Kreme donuts every night due to stress so I picked up the super unstressful habit of WRITING /s

4. What's her relationship with All Might going to be like?

Until she knows him better/realizes he's her Super Hot Fence Hopping Neighbor, her relationship with All Might is going to be separated in the sense that most Fans are. Maybe with a little bit of personal umph in there because she wants SOMEBODY to keep putting Enji in his place and All Might is the most equipped to do it.

She also agrees with what he stands for, and helping others. It doesn't hurt that Shouto and Izuku are basically in love with the guy, so he's her favorite on principle because anything that makes Her Kids Happy makes her happy too.

It wouldn't matter if those kids were obsessed with Condiment King she'd buy all his merch if that was the case. It does come back to bite her in the ass when Touya smirks and asks for Midnight Merch and she side-eyes the fuck out of him because he's SUCH a little shit and he knows it

After she knows?

"I cannot bELIEVE you let me bad-mouth your Agency's handling of the last villain incident you listened to me BITCH ABOUT YOUR POLICY FOR HOURS--"

"I thought it was cute."

"I told you that you had a nice ass TO YOUR FACE!"

"That was also cute."

5. What's the relationship going to be like with her and her other niece and nephews?

***Natsuo: This boy has been stuck in the Middle for SO LONG. Between Touya having mental breakdowns at him, his parents fighting, and Fuyumi trying to constantly Fix the Family, he has not been allowed to Feel his Feelings for a long time. Co-conductor of the Endeavor Hate Train now that he is allowed to openly express his frustration with the previous family dynamic.

As far as his relationship with the Reader, he's on edge at first and keeps to himself. Definitely the 'Watch and Wait for the other shoe to drop' kind of situation. It takes a while before he's convinced that it's real and not just Endeavor Lite. He's quiet and easy going now that he's not under so much stress, and spends a lot of time being Very Interested in what Reader does for a living. He's interested in the Medical Field or Medical Warefare (according to the wiki), so he's interested in the non-spotlight hero work.

Definitely sits with Reader and popcorn going over old fight documentaries and pointing out the best ways to minimize damage, apply medical knowledge to combat situations, and treat casualties. Izuku fucking lives for these discussions and "Nerd Night" is a regular feature in the household (Fuyumi likes to watch her family be happy, Shouto is happy to discuss Pro Heros, and Touya just scrolls on his phone but he's THERE ok they're HIS nerds)

***Fuyumi: Eldest Daughter Syndrome (more like ONLY daughter syndrome) is going to be SO hard for Reader to break; but she's going to make damn sure that Fuyumi is able to have her own life outside of constantly trying to fix her family's problems! Out of all the siblings (aside from Shouto), Fuyumi is going to be the first one to warm up to Reader.

Reader makes sure to have Girls Night with Fuyumi either one-on-one or with Ryuko in attendance. It's important to have that dedicated time when you're surrounded by testosterone all the time! The fact that she wants to be a Teacher is touching and Reader is There For It and waving the biggest fucking embarrassing banner she can find at Graduation.

Fuyumi also gives The Stinkiest Side Eye whenever Reader just eats an entire box single-pack ramen noodles for dinner on late nights/busy seasons for work.

"Did you eat today?"

"Does 3 packages of Ramen count as eating--"

"AUNTIE I SWEAR--"

***Touya:

The TRAUMA with this one. Touya is going to be the kid that parents think of when they go "I hope you have a kid JUST LIKE YOU" only then Reader will shove her foot up their ass. He was raised just as brutally as Shouto was training wise, but then as soon as his Quirk started to show some drawbacks he was dropped like a sack of hot potatoes in favor of his literal baby brother.

This crushed his self-worth and he took it out on his Siblings (especially Shouto). Of all the siblings, Touya is going to be the one that holds out on Reader the longest. He just doesn't believe her when she tells him that it's ok to hurt, or that he's still worth something. There will be some INTENSE family therapy sessions with just the two of them, along with joint family therapy sessions to work through the trauma and abuse. Honestly that's not even going to cut it...and that's where Papa Yama has to step in and give him an outlet in the form of the Kickboxing Gym.

Sometimes you just have to punch a photo of your shitlord dad that your Aunt tapes to a punching bag for you to address your feelings.

Reader and Ryuko work together and find a quirk therapist to help Touya work through the drawbacks of his high-temperature fire, and one day he comes to Reader and asks if he can be a hero like he is with his flaws and all, and she doesn't even hesitate when she tells him "of fucking course you can, you are perfect just as you are."

He may have ended up dropping his cup and crying but then when it shows up in a display cabinet Kintsugi style...

"Oh shit? Am I the Kintsugi?"

"Yes you idiot you're my Kintsugi and I love you."

"You are a fucking sap"

"I am YOUR fucking sap get over here and give me a hug"

"Ew no fuck off--I SAID NO, STOP CRYING--goddamnit, fine."

Will low key (or maybe just high-key) eviscerate anybody who threatens Reader once he's older. That is HIS Emotional Support Aunt and he'll FIGHT YOU ABOUT IT. Also fiercely protective of his siblings (maybe Izuku and Shouto more so than the others, but this is Big Brother Privileges ok so fuck off)

Random Stranger: You Bitch!

Touya: *PSYCHO MUSIC ACTIVATE*

Shouto and Natsuo: I got your flower, go kick their ass, Bro.

Izuku and Fuyumi: NO TOUYA NO--

Touya: TOUYA YES

Touya is also allowed to blast all the Punk Rock Emo shit he wants even if he's embarrassed that Reader knows ALL THE WORDS and sings them SO FUCKING LOUD when his friends are over. They think she's cool. He knows she's a dork.

5. Does she still do kickboxing or go to her dad's gym?

Yeah, she still shows up from time to time at the gym! She's never NOT going to be there; that was like her second home! Admittedly she's rusty as fuck, but there was No Way that Ryuko and Yama were going to let her just NOT know self defense!

She ended up spending a lot of her free time there growing up, so she's got a decent relationship with the entire gym staff and clientele. Yama has a soft spot for lost causes, so he works a lot with troubled youth programs, giving kids a productive outlet and working through their issues/providing a safe space and positive role model.

As a result most of the reformed thugs in the area and gym patrons are basically like her extended fucking bodyguard network, but she doesn't know it at all. Except when the more vocal ones offer to jump Endeavor, which she knows is a one way ticket to jail so she DOES discourage that.

Yagi thinks it's funny that about 10 high-school aged punks try to corner him one day at the combini after patrol threatening to fight him for Reader's honor. They don't know he's All Might

6. What's her mom like?

Keiko knows what it's like to have people judge you for appearances; girls in her time were supposed to be quiet, small, and demure. Keiko can pick up a fully loaded semi truck and chuck it through the 8th story of a 7-story building. So when Yama shows up, gruff as shit with a soft gooey inside?

She saw that big, burly dragon man and basically screamed "Dibs".

Keiko Tatsuma Does No harm but Takes No Shit. Keiko is the mom that makes homemade pancakes every Sunday, but if you so much as look at her kid wrong she'll break you with her bare hands. She's...a big inspiration to Reader and was the mother she always wanted.

Those are her New Grandkids and they will have UNBRIDLED LOVE AND AFFECTION.

#fic information #family ties information #answered ask #fic ask #getting this out helps me flesh out my chapters

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sifwithagun · 1 year

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(long boring post about old consumer electronics incoming, sorry to anyone who doesn't have these truncated automatically)

yesterday i went to the thrift store because i'm trying to find a little combination TV-VCR for my room. i couldn't find one but i did find this weird thing:

this is a set of plug and play karaoke microphones. if you ever had an e-kara as a kid like i did, you probably know how these things work, but the cool thing about these is that they come with hundreds of songs built in on top of supporting song chips, whereas e-kara had like... five built in songs or something stupid like that

i can hardly find any information about them but i believe they are made by a company called Entertech that still makes similar products. this particular set appears to be from the early 2000s since it doesn't have anything more recent than the first few Britney hits but there isn't any kind of date that i can find anywhere (or even a confirmed product name and company for that matter).

in addition to the English pop hits, there are a number of songs in Tagalog, and having searched for similar mics it seems that these are sold (or at least popular) in the Philippines. that said, when i finally got the mic up and running the menu was in Chinese, so I have no clue where this set might have been purchased

they're definitely pretty old though, not only because theyre kinda beaten up, but also because of another cool feature they come with, which is USB support for adding your own .kar files. This is something I find really exciting since I like singing Japanese music and could probably source my own midis and maybe even make the .kar files myself, which sounds like a fun project. Unfortunately, the USB port is... weird:

it looks kinda like a USB mini, but also not. USB mini didn't fit -- it was too big and the shape was wrong. i figured it was proprietary, but couldn't find any leads on what kind of proprietary connection it was specifically, and the manual didn't mention what kind. i don't even think that a cord came with the initial set. it just said to use "USB".

finally after a day of research i got fed up and googled "weird old USB port". it was the second result. turns out it's a bizarre not-proprietary but also not-standard early format called USB-Mini 4P and the cords are super hard to find. i was able to get one but it was more expensive than I would have liked. still, it's almost worth it just to have a really bizarre early USB cord for historical reasons and also in case I ever run into another old device that uses it

as for the mic itself... well I haven't tested the second ("sub") mic yet, but it works? kinda? the mic itself doesn't seem to be able to pick up my voice, but the tv connection and song selection does function. unfortunately theres either a ton or EMI or the composite cord it came with needs replacing because the screen is uh... completely in black and white and becomes scrambled if you move the microphone at all. it honestly looks like a low-effort analogue horror video, complete with the whole "languages i cant read are inherently spooky" thing coupled with completely normal videos of people walking around Japan. but that cord luckily seems pretty standard and shouldn't be too hard to replace, hopefully

i know if i wanted to i could get a newer model like this but i love how weird this thing is and i really want to use it as intended lol

#txt #long post #personal

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shoutaaizawas · 4 years

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↳ aizawa shouta x reader → where’s my love pt. one

summary: you love aizawa shouta but he thinks your flirting is just a game. what will it take for him to realize how much you care? word count: 3.7k+ tags/warnings: angst!, mutual pining, v sad, injuries, hospitals a/n: aizawa angst requested by @winnies-headcannons i hope it was angsty enough! i wrote most of this while listening to wheres my love by syml (slowed + reverbed version is amazing and sad)

part two

There was something about you. Usually when people said that they meant it in a good way. You annoyed Aizawa at best. He wasn’t even sure why you always ended up running into each other so much. You were more of a typical pro hero, enjoyed the limelight. Yet you were always running into him on his night patrols. He would be taking down a villain and you would show up with that irritating smile, trailing behind him as he tried to make it clear he was leaving. But you would keep talking and laughing and flirting with him as you followed him.

The flirting was the part that annoyed him the most. You would tease him and compliment him. Were you really so cruel that it was funny to make him think you might like him? Or maybe it was just your personality. Something you did without thinking. Either way, he couldn’t stand it. He liked you but he knew there was no way you felt the same. He wished you would just leave him alone so he could try and move on.

“Evening, Eraserhead~” Your cheery tone filled his ears. You had been perched on the brick wall he was passing by. You gave him a big smile as you hopped down, landing beside him and following his pace. “How’s your patrol been tonight?”

“Shouldn’t you be somewhere doing a photoshoot?” He said in an annoyed tone. He was having a bad day, the last thing he wanted right now was to deal with your flirting.

“Silly, I got those done last week.” You never flinched at his harsh tone or words. They always rolled off your back with a teasing reply, your smile never faltering. “C’mon I just know you have some exciting story to tell me from patrol. If not patrol maybe something from your personal life. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say. With a voice like that, I’d listen to you read the dictionary.” You said with a wink.

His heartbeat always picked up when you complimented him, he wished you meant it. How could someone like you think that he was attractive? Why would a top ten hero like you, who could have anyone they wanted, want anything to do with him. He had seen you on dates with guys that were better looking than him, who were more popular heroes than him.

It was overwhelming, it felt like there was a pressure pushing in on him. He knew she never would want him no matter how much he liked her. He wished he could forget her. Between the emotions flooding through him and the bad day he had he snapped.

“You know what.” He said stopping and turning quickly towards you. “I just don’t get you. You follow me around every night like some stupid kid, getting on my nerves every way possible. Aren’t you a top ten hero, don’t you have something better to do than bother me every chance you get?” His tone was biting.

It was cruel, he knew it was. It had been a long day, it was hard to think about anything other than her sometimes. It hurt that he knew she didn’t mean anything she said. How could she mean it? Why would a young hero at the top of her game want anything to do with him? It was just salt in the wound all the flirting that she did.

It was quick, gone in a flash but he saw the hurt in your eyes. For just a moment he saw the devastation of his words before it disappeared.

“Sorry, Eraserhead.” You replied, your cheery tone still strong. “You’re probably right, I should go back to my agency and get some work done.”

How was your smile still so bright despite what he had said to you? Before he could say anything else you turned to walk away. Before you fully disappeared into the night you turned around giving another bright smile.

“Stay safe out there.” You said eyes closed grinning. The glow of the street light illuminated you, the sight of you almost made his heart stop. How were you so beautiful? Why were you so close to him but still out of reach? He was frozen as you disappeared into the night.

Fittingly a crack of lightning flooded the sky and rain began to fall down. The water started to soak his hero uniform as he continued on. What was wrong with him?

☾

It was a burden like no other to care for someone. You weren’t exactly sure how it happened. You had been going home after work when you ran into Eraserhead. You stopped to help him apprehend a criminal. You had heard of him before but never met him. As soon as you met his dark gaze you felt a pull towards him that you couldn’t resist.

You found yourself looking for him at night. You didn’t work night patrols often but after you finished up work at the agency you would try and find him on the way home. Some nights you were so tired you could barely stand but it didn’t stop you from at least popping in on him and saying ‘hello’. You weren’t very experienced with relationships. You weren’t really sure how to go about starting a relationship. You hoped that if you flirted with him enough he’d get the hint and ask you out.

It hadn’t worked yet but it didn’t stop you from your visits. Some nights you would follow him around talking about your day. Or you’d help him with a villain. Some nights you would try and get him to talk about himself but he rarely did. There were rare occasions where you would have a moment with him, he would open up and you felt like you were getting somewhere but the next day he would be closed off again.

Today had been a long day. It felt like everything had been as stressful as possible. You had been knocked around by a strong villain earlier leaving you bruised and sore. Then at your agency, it seemed like everyone there had a question or a problem to fix. By the end of your shift, you were exhausted. You hadn’t eaten anything all day and you hadn’t slept much the night before.

It didn’t keep you from Eraserhead, the thought of seeing him put a little pep in your step even if you felt like you might fall over. You knew if you saw him your day would instantly be better.

You saw him walking down the street so you perched yourself on a wall in his path. You liked keeping your entrances creative. You didn’t want him knowing that your run-ins were intentional, that would just be pathetic.

You smiled, the sight of him warming your heart. He replied in his usual manner and you teased him in return. It was an easy dance, your retorts always on the tip of your tongue. You never took his words seriously. If he wanted to tease you about being a popular hero you’d take it in stride. You complimented his voice, his low tones always sent your heart racing no matter what he said to you.

You weren’t prepared for what happened next.

“…stupid kid…” The words rang in your head. “…don’t you have anything better to do?…”

You had thick skin, you rarely took his words to heart but the acid in his voice. The way his words dug into the flesh of your heart leaving it bleeding. You felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs.

You were so stupid, how couldn’t you see it sooner? He couldn’t stand you. Your flirting, your following him around, he hated it. Shame flooded over you and you wondered how you hadn’t seen it sooner. Your heart was caught in your throat.

You mumbled an apology, making an excuse to leave before turning and fleeing the scene in the most normal way possible. You wouldn’t bother him anymore, you’d leave him alone. If your presence just annoyed him, put him in a bad mood, you would stay away. The thought of not seeing him again made you tear up but you remained strong. At least get out of here first before you cry.

If this was the last time you’d see him, you wanted to say one last thing. Not leave it on some excuse to run away.

“Stay safe out there.” You said giving your best smile, hoping he couldn’t see the tears welling up in your eyes.

You ran, you ran as fast as you could. Not looking back. Embarrassment and heartbreak flooded through you. Your tears ran down your face, how did you not know how stupid you were?

Rain began to pour down matching your emotions. The chill of your soaked clothes didn’t bother you, you were so lost in thought.

You were dead on your feet but you keep going, not sure exactly where you were headed. You saw the neon sign of a bar and decided it was better than going home. You sat down at the bar, ordering a drink before settling in.

“Hey, what a coincidence.” You heard a voice from beside you.

There sat Present Mic, or rather Hizashi Yamada. Of course, you would run into Eraserhead’s best friend.

“Oh, hey.” You mumbled not really wanting to talk right now.

“What’s wrong? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without a smile on your face.” He asked. His hand moved to pat your shoulder.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“Well, then I’ll just keep you company. If you don’t mind.” He said, raising a hand to order another drink.

Hizashi rambled about his day, about the students at UA, about the villain he ran into on patrol, about his radio show. It was nice, it was easy to sip on your drink and get carried away in his stories. You realized it had been a long time since you’ve had a normal conversation with someone. Everything was always at work or you were trying your best to get Aizawa’s interest. You had so little time to yourself to just relax and unwind.

You knew that Hizashi could see something was wrong and you appreciated his attempts at distracting you. You weren’t very close with the hero but you knew each other well enough.

Maybe it was the drinks or maybe it was too crushing to hold it all in but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“You know I love Aizawa.” The words slipped out before you could stop them. Hizashi didn’t react much, just looked at you waiting for more. “I’ve been trying to get his attention for so long but he hates me.” You said, letting out a pitiful laugh. “The one person I’ve ever met that I’ve loved and they hate me…”

Your heart sunk, saying it out loud hurt more than you expected. Hizashi gave you a sad look.

“I don’t know how he feels about you exactly but I don’t think he hates you.” He said.

“Really? Because he just called me a stupid kid that follows him around and asked if I had anything better to do.” You replied. “You know I don’t even have night patrols, I just like seeing him. I like helping him out when I can.”

You looked down letting out a sigh.

“It’s not fair, I’ve tried dating other people. I thought that I made it so clear I was interested in him but he never did anything in return. I thought maybe he wasn’t interested so I tried to move on. But every date I went on all I could do was compare everything to him. How can I move on when all I can think about is him?” You let out a huff. “So I thought maybe if I hang around him enough I’ll grow on him. Maybe if he just gave me the chance that he could love me back. I’m so stupid.”

You dropped your head against the bar, leaving it there.

“Aizawa is a very complicated guy, I’ve known him my whole life. He’s been through a lot, most of it bad. I don’t think he’s the type of guy to respond to teasing and flirting. He assumes the worst in most things so he probably thought you didn’t mean it. Maybe if you told him in a more serious way, tell him in a way that leaves no room for guessing.”

“Do you think I have a chance?” You asked.

“There’s only one way to find out.” He said giving you a soft smile. "It's better to know than spend the rest of your life guessing."

Walking home that night you wondered if he was right. You hated the thought of asking him directly, to hear him reject you might be the worst thing possible. But would it be any worse than today? If he told you directly that he wasn’t interested maybe you could move on for real. Maybe you could write a letter.

When you got home you sat down at your desk, you were exhausted but you wanted to write the letter while you still had the courage to do it. Maybe you could have Hizashi look at it after you finished. Maybe he could give it to him.

Maybe you had a chance.

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Aizawa felt bad. The whole day he had been in a fog. His words ran through his head again and again. Why did he have to be so cruel? He didn’t mean it. He had been in a bad mood, it was wrong of him to snap. That split second of hurt in your eyes haunted him.

He promised himself he would apologize to you when he ran into you on patrol tonight. If he didn’t see you he would find you. It was his fault that he felt so insecure, he shouldn’t take it out on you.

Aizawa was grading papers at UA after class when he got the text.

Did you see the news?

The text was from Hizashi. Confusion filled him as he turned on the TV in the teacher's lounge.

“-was injured in a big fight just moments ago. The pro hero was defending civilians from a villain's devastating attacks when she was injured severely. They are currently in critical condition at a local hospital. Many fans are showing their support, hoping that she will pull through but it is still unsure.” The news reporter said in a professional tone.

The TV showed clips of the fight. You stood amongst the rubble, bloody and bruised but still standing. The villain’s attack sends you through a few cement walls before your body crumbled to the ground and the camera cut away. It showed fans standing outside of the hospital wearing your merch and holding signs of support.

It felt like everything stopped, he felt like he could throw up. Were you going to die? What if you were already dead? What if you were gone and the last thing he said to you was-

No, he had to see for himself.

Aizawa left his papers on the table and rushed to the hospital.

“She’s in critical condition, we’ve operated on her and fixed the damage we could but it’s up to her to heal the rest of the way. We’re just not sure if she’ll pull through.” The doctor’s words made him sick.

“Can I go in?” He asked.

“Yes, no one else is here to visit.” The doctor said.

Aizawa opened the door carefully. Almost scared to look. The sight of you in the hospital bed cuts and scrapes everywhere. You had a neck brace on and a tube down your throat. Wires and IV’s connected everywhere. You looked so small, so defeated. It tore him apart.

He slowly approached your bedside sitting down on the chair there.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was thick with emotion. He could barely get the words out. “I’m so sorry for what I said. I was going to tell you tonight but now I can’t-”

His voice cracked and tears streamed down his face. He wouldn’t get to tell you how sorry he was. He might never get to tell you how sorry he was.

“Shouta.” Hizashi’s voice came from the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“I ran into her last night, we had a pretty serious conversation. I thought I should be here.” He said. Aizawa could tell that there was something else he was hesitating to say.

“Last night, I was awful to her. I said some things I wish I could take back.” He managed to say.

“I know, I found her at a bar after. I was there for a drink but we started talking. She told me about it.” He explained. “…She wrote you a letter, she wanted me to give it to you but I don’t know if I should after what happened.”

“A letter?” He asked. Why would she have written him something? Especially after what happened last night.

“Here.” He said cautiously, handing it over. “I’ll be outside when you need me. I’ll give you your privacy.”

He opened the letter, taking in your neat handwriting. Even in your handwriting, he could feel your bubbly personality. How could he have been so cruel to someone so kind?

Dear Shouta,

I’m sorry if using Shouta is too personal but this letter is pretty personal. I spoke with Hizashi tonight. He told me that maybe my actions and words were being taken the wrong way. I’m not sure if that’s the case but at this point, I don’t have much to lose.

When I flirt with you or compliment you it’s not just a joke. It’s not a game. Not at all. From the first moment, I saw you I was drawn to you. Maybe it was your looks or your brooding personality but I couldn’t stay away. The more I got to know you, your dedication as a hero and a teacher. Everything that you do, that you are intrigued me.

Everything about you makes my heart beat faster. The more time I spent around you the more I fell. I never even worked night patrols, I just stopped by to see you after work. It made me so happy being around you. It’s probably pathetic to fall in love with a man who is never anything other than annoyed with you but I couldn’t help it.

I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. If you don’t feel the same way, or even slightly interested, please disregard this letter. Pretend it never happened. But if you think you might be able to see me as something more than an annoying hero that interrupts your patrols then please tell me.

The letter fell from Aizawa’s hand, even more sadness descending upon him. He felt like he was drowning. This whole time she had felt the same way. She had loved him and he treated her terribly night after night. He wasn’t someone to pass the time on her patrols, she wasn’t even working when she stopped by to see him.

“All I ever thought was, I wish you would leave me alone. I wish I never had to see you again and now that’s the last thing I’d ever want. Please come back to me. Please.” He sobbed out, eyes searching your face for any sign you could hear him but you were still. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Aizawa covered his face in his hands letting the sobs out. They fell on deaf ears, your unconscious body laying there. The only other sound the beeping of the machines.

Aizawa returned every day, anytime that wasn’t spend working was at her bedside. The nurses allowed him in even when it wasn’t visiting hours. He knew they didn’t know exactly what the situation was but they felt bad for him.

Weeks passed and every day you looked less broken. Your bruises faded and cuts healed. Tubes were removed and you had fewer bandages every day. But you were still asleep.

“She’s recovering well but she’s in a coma. There’s nothing we can do more than hope she’ll wake up.” The doctor told him one day. “There’s a chance she may never wake up.” He said solemnly.

Aizawa sat at your bedside as he did every day. The doctor’s words echoed in his mind. What if you never woke up? What would he do? He pressed his eyes closed, thoughts flooding his mind.

He moved his seat closer to your side, hands grasping your cold hand in his own.

“I wanted you to be awake when I told you this but-” He let out a shaky breath, trying to gather his emotions. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance. I feel the same way. I’ve felt the same way for a long time. I always liked you but I never thought it’d be possible that you’d feel the same way about me. But this whole time we both felt the same way. We wasted so much time dancing around each other and now we won’t ever get to have that time-”

Aizawa rested his forehead against her hand, tears running down his face.

“We’ll never get to go on a date together, go out to dinner and spend time alone. We’ll never get to watch a movie curled up on the couch together in each other's arms. I’ll never get to see your face when I bring you flowers. I’ll never get to know what it’s like to kiss you.” Sobs wracked Aizawa as he imagined all the things you could have enjoyed together. “I’ll never get the chance to tell you how much I love you.”

If this was a perfect world you would have opened your eyes. You would have smiled at him with that heart-stopping smile of yours. You would have told him everything is okay, we have all the time in the world to catch up on what we missed.

But this wasn’t a perfect world. Your eyes remained shut. Your face blank in your continuous slumber. The only sound in the room the muffled sobs of Aizawa.

part two

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Don’t Hold Your Breath ~ jjk

Chapter Six (M)

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: As the CEO of an international government security company, you have the world at your fingertips. Living life lavishly and extravagantly has become the norm. Behind closed doors, however, you host a past that renders you lonely and, quite frankly, miserable. It’s only a matter of time before your past comes back to bite you right in the ass.

•••> Pairing(s): Jungkook/Reader, Taehyung/Reader (slight)

•••> Inspo: This fic is inspired by the song “SAVAGE ANTHEM” by PARTYNEXTDOOR. Thank you to @dariangarcia, @btssmutgalore, and @junghoseokit for supporting my work. To my mamas, Kaitlin, Adora, Lauren, Lanie, Lu, and Sher.

•••> Word Count: 7.81k

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Warnings: angst, dirty talk, sexual teasing, heartbreak, cursing, pining, depression, breakup, emotional instability, arguing | Warnings are written specifically to chapter.

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~#~

“I put the dirt into dirtbag. Still got your jacket in my bag.”

THEN.

“Kookie!” You screamed in between breaths, eyes watering at the struggle. “Stop! Please!”

“No way!” His laugh was buried in your hair as he pressed his face against the back of your head. “Apologize!”

“For what?” You wheezed, attempting to get away from the curling fingers that tickled your ribs relentlessly. His long legs were wrapped around your body, restricting your movement and effectively taking away almost any opportunity to escape.

“For calling me a singing demon!” His hands continued their assault, sending you into another laughing fit. You fought helplessly against his tattooed arms.

You wanted to bite back, but the lack of air in your lungs prevented you from doing so. Your heart beat wildly, adrenaline spiking and arms flailing against his grip. Desperation flooding your mind, you wrapped your hand around the one that caged your neck and dug your nails into his flesh in hopes that the pain would get him to weaken his hold.

Jungkook only laughed again and hummed teasingly. “Oh, just like that. Harder, baby.”

Squirming didn’t help much, but when you shifted your hips and felt something poking into your spine, you huffed with defeat on the horizon. His obvious boner signified that he liked your struggle- a clear indicator that there was no way he was letting you go any time soon.

Unless…

With another shift of your hips to grind your ass upwards on him, seating his dick between your clothed ass cheeks, you let the situation take over your body with your brain rewiring into a horny mindset in order to distract him.

“Jungkook,” You whispered through a gasp, hoping the change of pace would throw him off. It was a stunt you always pulled; whether it be during an argument or sex, changing the pace would unfocus your boyfriend’s attention and give you the upper hand.

Sure enough, Jungkook’s embrace around you loosened so that he could give himself more room to slide his manhood against you.

“Oh, baby...” He grunted into your ear with a sliver of surprise tainting his lust.

Slowly, so as to not trigger him, you slid one hand down his stomach and slid two fingers below the waistband of his shorts. With your body on top of him, you couldn’t go further inward, so you settled on harshly scraping your nails across his hip while you dug your other hand harder into his forearm.

“Please.” You said with more air in your lungs. Finally, you could breathe.

“Are you begging for me to fuck you?” His dick twitched against you, desperate to bury itself between your thighs. “Or are you pleading for mercy? Tell me, Y/N,”

Jungkook flipped the two of you over so that your chest pressed into the bed and his entire body pinned you to the mattress with a swift cant of his hips. “Which one is it?”

For a moment, you rolled your eyes and struggled to look at him from your compromised position. It wasn’t until your eyes caught sight of the numbers on the clock sitting on the nightstand that you began struggling with a new burst of concern in your mind.

“Jungkook!” You wheezed. “The time!”

“Answer my question, Y/N. I can stay here all night. The stage can wait.”

“But you’ll be late!” Your voice increased in volume.

“Only if you continue avoiding my question…” Jungkook trailed off for a moment before he leaned down to murmur softly in your ear. “Well, I’ll only be late if you refuse to let go of your pride to ask for mercy and beg for my cock instead. I will rearrange your guts if that is what you’re asking for.”

You huffed in frustration, the desire to fuck your boyfriend dissipating with his words. You knew that Jimin would be through the roof by now, searching high and low for the lead singer of BTS to dress him properly.

“Mercy.” You finally grumbled in defeat, not wanting to delay him any longer.

Almost disappointedly, Jungkook grunted as he removed his weight from on top of you. “Fine.”

“I’ll go turn on the car.” You got up and swiped the keys off of your dresser, thankful that you were still dressed in your internship clothes.

“You go do that.” Jungkook chuckled whilst sliding his shorts off of his body to reveal a very obvious boner tenting his boxers that you pretended to be oblivious of. “You’re a master at turning me on so I trust you with that.”

“Ew.” You grimaced at the poorly-delivered joke. “That was terrible.”

“No, it wasn’t. It was clever.” Jungkook chided.

“Not at all.” You quipped. After you watched him slide a pair of jeans up his muscular legs, you turned to leave. You just needed to make sure he got dressed. “I’ll be in the car.”

~#~

Jimin’s knowledge of art always mystified you. His prowess wasn’t the type of intelligence like knowing how Picasso depicted the loss of innocence in Guernica or how the melting clocks of Dali introduced surrealism to the world of art- no, that was Taehyung’s strong-suit.

Jimin knew how to create his own version of art that left viewers wistful and in absolute awe by making a stage the vessel of his masterpieces.

As you sat on the balcony, overlooking the crowd while they all thrashed and jumped to the beat of Hoseok’s bass drum and the duo of guitars that was Namjoon and Jungkook, you just had to sit back in your chair and stare at the composition that was Jimin’s show.

Flashes of blue and red lights swept across the crowd, printing themselves temporarily into the crowd’s retinas so that when the opposite color came back, a light hue of purple was brought into the experience for a fleeting moment. Short puffs of fire whenever Namjoon strummed a power chord warmed your face, even from the distance in which you sat from the stage, and lasers shot through the crowd every time Yoongi penetrated the sounds of his group with the keys of his keyboard.

Graphics on the jumbotron behind the band, which were also of Jimin’s creation, outlined each member with curls of dark, tentacle-like wisps that matched the purple hue of the crowd with its raven color.

The last song of the setlist, Blue and Grey, was one you were all too familiar with. The lights faded to a soft blue for a moment as Taehyung began the first strong notes with his bass and the crowd in the venue whooped and hollered in excitement- Blue and Grey was BTS’ most popular song. A year and a half into their journey of being a band and they already had a crowd favorite.

As Taehyung continued his bass line with his guitar and tattooed strumming arm put on display by Jimin’s spotlight, Jungkook leaned into the mic and began strumming his own guitar.

“Where is my angel?”

You sighed and leaned forward in your seat, loving the way Jungkook’s voice carried throughout the performance hall.

Taehyung accompanied Jungkook with the intro until Hoseok joined in to transition into the first verse with his high hat and snare drum.

Once the chorus hit, you couldn’t help but stand from your seat as you began to feel the power of BTS’ music rocking the venue.

“I just wanna be happier. To melt the cold me.”

Jungkook’s neck veins bulged from his skin as he belted out the notes, sweat dribbling down his temples from exertion. Even as he huffed for breath in between his lines, the image of him dressed in all black and owning the stage while ripping his fingers through his guitar strings was one you could never get tired of.

The songs were full of angst- the dark, unspoken feelings that not many people talked about- and you loved how you heard them from Jungkook through music. If only he were this honest when it was just the two of you.

“Don’t say it’s okay, ‘cause it’s not okay.” Jungkook closed up his lines with a heartbreaking tone that every fan in the crowd sang along with as Namjoon prepared to sing his part. For a brief moment, your boyfriend met your eyes across the large venue.

“Please don’t leave me alone. It hurts too much.”

~#~

NOW.

You walked into your building, grateful for the warm protection it offered against the freezing winter of New York City.

Noticing the lack of staff around, being that there was only the elevator operator and the receptionist sitting behind the marble counter, you glanced at your watch to check just how long you spent working.

20:17, your watch read. You had been working in front of computer screens and reading contracts for almost 9 hours.

“Greetings, ma’am!” The receptionist stood from his chair. “May I be of any service to you this evening?”

You shook your head to the man and continued on your path to the elevator where the other employee in the lobby waited to take you up. “None needed. I’ll be leaving momentarily.”

“Very well. Please let me know if you need anything.” He sat back down and turned his gaze to the computer in front of him.

The sound of your pumps echoed against the vast but empty room until you stopped in front of the elevator where the woman already had the doors opening in preparation.

“Good evening, ma’am.” She said lowly.

“ ‘Evening.” You responded, stepping inside without another word. The woman kept the conversation at that, which you appreciated, so you smiled at her in gratitude after you placed your key in the penthouse slot. She returned your smile with her own before the doors closed to encase you in silence.

The ride up was quiet, warranting you to pull out your phone so that you could read over your conversation with Taehyung again.

Why am I wearing think socks? I hate thick socks.

Read at 8:01 pm

Trust me. You’ll regret it if you don’t.

Is that so? Why?

Read 8:03 pm

Just wear the damn socks, Y/N.

Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?

Read 8:04 pm

Negative, captain

Why am I a captain now

Read 8:04 pm

Cuz I said so. Now stop talking or you’ll make me give away my position

Alright.

Read 8:05 pm

I said stop talking

…?

Read 8:05 pm

Fucking hell.

You let a small giggle slip past your lips at how normal the text conversation was. It was as if you never stopped talking to him, slipping into the normalcy of having Taehyung back in your life as quickly as it had been to cut him out of it. You zoned out for a moment in thought.

The strange sensation of friendship didn’t take any getting used to as it settled itself back into your bones and filled your heart with warmth like it never left- like the ice covering the beating organ was only temporary. As you stood alone, staring shallowly at the increasing floor numbers, you smiled in content.

The elevator slowed as the cabin came close to reaching the top floor, bringing you back to your senses. Sliding your phone back into the pocket of your slacks, you looked up once the elevator doors opened, only to drop your briefcase to the floor loudly.

Jungkook sat against the wall beside your door with his knees tucked under his chin and his arms wrapped around his legs. At the sound of your clumsiness clattering on the ground, his gaze snapped to you as he scrambled to stand up.

Anger flooded you immediately. You wanted to backhand him and rip his hair out. You wanted to scream and cry and lose your shit. However much you wanted to hurt him, though, you could not afford catching an assault charge on the man who defaced you once before.

There was a break of silence as you stood staring at him, unsure of how to handle the punch in your mood while the memories were forced to surface in your mind.

“Y/N…” Jungkook trailed, breaking the tangible barrier of tension. He took a step forward whilst obviously hesitating. “I-”

Instead of screaming at him, you went for the more sophisticated and controlled route to keep your lividity at bay whilst stopping his sentence in its tracks.

“How did you get up here?” It was a sensible question to ask. You just wanted to prevent him from deepening the conversation.

“I pulled some strings.” He murmured, looking down almost shyly, before piping up with more confidence. “But listen, I-”

“Save it.” You cut him off again, unable to control your facade much longer. “Get the fuck out of my face.”

His anxious expression turned worried- desperate. You didn’t miss the way his eyes became more expressive than you’ve ever seen them. “Please, Y/N.”

“Please what, Jungkook?”

“Please just give me a moment to speak.”

For a beat, you pondered his request. Taehyung’s words weighed heavily on your mind. We needed to talk.

Fuck talking. You have been done talking for ages.

“Wow.” You scoffed coldly, ice barriers slamming back into place over your heart. Taehyung had been able to melt them away, but Jungkook put them right back with fierce determination to completely ruin you. “You just want to take everything from me, huh?”

“Y/N, what-“ He blinked cluelessly, caught off-guard by your sarcasm.

“I gave you years to speak, Jungkook. I gave you everything.” You stepped forward, the boiling rage overtaking your body, and came to a stop in front of him with the fury of a charging bull. You wanted him to feel small and vulnerable.

“What else could I possibly give you? I have nothing left.” He took everything. The veins in your body were emptied and exhausted of every single ounce of energy to fight for someone.

You were unaware of the way Jungkook’s fists were clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white and his nails dug into his palms.

You failed to notice how much he trembled under your gaze, physically struggling to protect his butterfly from your wrath.

Your vicious swings at the dainty being of hope were nothing compared to what he, himself, had done to it. Jungkook found it ironic that you gave him an aspect that he was just barely strong enough to protect yet took the darker things from inside him and destroyed them as if they were mere placeholders- as if you were his puppeteer.

You were too stressed to realize the toll it took on Jungkook to keep his act together. He needed to keep the door open long enough to be your friend. Anything to prevent losing you. Earlier, his demons swooped in and overtook him, suffocating him to silence once again, but for the first time, they ebbed away at the mere thought of you.

As he walked down the street with his stage persona flowing, the simple thought of your name empowered his butterfly to beat its wings so fiercely that it blew away all of the impending smoke and dark tentacles of smog that threatened to overtake his vision.

Once he thought of you, he thought of everything.

Your anger was justified. He understood that now. Watching you huff breath after breath following your question was somehow relieving- you still cared enough to be pissed off. Jungkook forced himself to look on the bright side of the encounter with you; he made himself see that you were still passionate about the past. You were passionately upset and he couldn’t be happier.

He had seen you with Taehyung. He saw the way you were happy again. Jungkook wanted a part of that because he was too selfish to back off and stay dormant in your life- too determined to make you silence his demons.

Even if it was just as a friend. He could deal with that.

“You’re right.” Jungkook stated.

You paused in your tracks at the concession. Anger no longer blazing- staying right where it was- you quirked an eyebrow at him. Any time the two of you fought, he would never come even close to alluding that you were right.

“You’re right and I’m sorry, Y/N.”

An apology.

Words always seemed minimal to you. Unless to communicate information, you found that words filled with feeling didn’t mean much from someone you didn’t know.

After Jungkook, anyone that told you they loved you was promptly deemed a liar. Kate worked hard to make sure you were aware of the fact that she would actually take a bullet for you because of how much she loved you. She spent moment after moment proving to you that she cared deeply even though she didn’t have to put up with you.

Your parents, despite not talking to you much, expressed their love and gratitude whenever you sent them money. You knew they were hard workers like you and didn’t have time to worry about trivial things like words. Instead of taking the easy way out by simply telling you that they loved you, they showed you.

But Jungkook, who claimed to love you in the way that a lover would- the only person to actually do so- lied.

You could never trust the words in that way again.

Still, you couldn’t help but be taken by surprise.

“I’m right? Really?”

“Y/N, you’ve been right since the beginning. I took and took and just stopped giving back. I understand that you’re angry and I want to fix it so that you don’t hate me anymore. I want to make it right.”

You were silent. You hadn’t expected him to admit his fault so easily. Jungkook changing the pace of your conversation ruined your momentum, sending you stumbling and scrambling for thoughts.

Jungkook sighed for a moment, pressing his lips into a thin line as he let his eyes drop to the floor in your silence. He wasn’t about to lose the opportunity to elaborate further, though.

“Look, I know I fucked up. Bad. I know you can’t possibly forgive me right now, but I want you to know that I’m sorry for the things I’ve done to you.”

Your automatic reaction to being emotionally pushed came back, closing you down and disguising you as a cold woman.

“What the fuck do you know? What the fuck do you know about how badly you fucked up? I don’t need your lame-ass apology, Jungkook. I don’t know you and you don’t know me. Stop pretending that you do. Sure, we fucked a little and kissed a few times, but that’s all that it was.” You grit out the last few words, lying through your teeth. “Now please move. You’re blocking the door.”

Shockingly, Jungkook obeyed. He stepped aside and clasped his hands behind his back without another word, allowing you to walk to your door and open it.

Don’t look back. Don’t look back.

No matter how many times you repeated the words in your head, commanding yourself to abide by the mantra as if it were law, the emotions in your head managed to break through and force your head to turn back after stepping through the doorway.

Jungkook stood as still as a statue, staring at you with a blank expression that was almost eerie. You glanced down quickly, unable to maintain the eye contact, and noticed that his knuckles were clenched.

It was almost as if he was a completely different person because of the fact that his appearance was drastically different from that of BTS Jungkook. The man that stood in front of you was no rockstar. He was not an idol nor a role model that millions looked up to.

He was a scared boy. The fear that riddled his eyes was extremely difficult to miss and it made him seem almost small whilst standing in the small junction between the elevator and your penthouse.

You shut the door in his face impulsively, hoping that you wouldn’t have to see him again.

Backing away from the door slightly, you waited until you heard the elevator signal that its doors were closing before going to look through the peephole. You finally released your breath and slumped against the door when you saw that he had left.

Without his presence putting you on edge and keeping you on your toes, you could finally reflect on the conversation that just transpired.

He admitted his wrongdoings and apologized for them. He showed you his belly and became vulnerable. He admitted defeat.

Jungkook wasn’t an apologetic person in the slightest; he wasn’t a forgiving one either. In all the years that you had known him, he was headstrong and stubborn- if you looked past the part where he closed himself off and cheated, of course.

This Jungkook, the one you had just spoken to, was not the one you remember. Maybe you were right. Maybe you didn’t know him anymore.

Your phone vibrating in your pocket distracted you from pondering any further over the epiphany, prompting you to pull it out and fumble with it to get away from the confusing subject. You were thankful for the distraction.

Kim Taehyung (BTS)

I’ll be out front in 15 mins

Cursing internally, you left the idea of Jungkook behind you and rushed to change into clothes better suited for the cold weather.

It was a given that a small smile pulled at the corner of your lips when you slid thick tube socks over your ankles. You hadn’t actually worn tube socks in ages because they didn’t exactly go with your usual professional style of suits and heels.

You zipped your coat up about three-fourths of the way before turning to look at yourself in your mirror with a huff.

Suddenly, you were bombarded with a memory as it flashed before your eyes.

“You know you look good, babe.”

You giggled as Jungkook came up behind you to look at you in the reflection, setting his chin on your shoulder while he used his tongue to toy with the hoop pierced into his lip.

“Thanks, Kook. Just want to look my best is all.” You met his eyes in your bedroom mirror, smiling softly.

“Well, you look beautiful.”

You were left staring at the empty space where his face was, unsure of how to react as you stumbled back from the intrusion. Another meaningless scene came barging into your senses before you could process the first.

“Wow…” You trailed off as you looked at the angry red spot on Jungkook’s chest. A brand new tattoo, the size of your hand, raised out of his skin and shined under the luminescent light of the tattoo parlor. With the tattoo artist cleaning up his station behind the two of you, you were left to admire his beauty in his reflection.

Jungkook stood shirtless in front of the full-length mirror as he smiled brightly at the last tattoo to complete his set. Your eyes drank in the way each exhibit of inked art contrasted with his smooth, caramel expanse of skin while you stood behind him.

The new piece, which was almost large enough to touch the Chinese characters stamped onto the side of his neck and the back of his ear, was a depiction of an angel falling from the heavens. The detail in the blackening feathers attached to the angel’s back was mesmerizing, drawing all of the attention from the rest of the tattoos covering Jungkook’s chest.

“Is there any special meaning behind it?” You asked, knowing that your boyfriend had a few meaningless tattoos that were part of his ‘woke-up-and-it-was-there’ collection.

For a moment, Jungkook stayed silent as he studied the work of art in the mirror. It wasn’t until you called his name again that he answered your question while meeting your gaze in the reflection.

“Nah. It just looked really cool to me.”

You pressed your hand to your forehead and looked away from your mirror, wondering why- now, of all times- you just had to remember those small memories.

You didn’t miss him- you know you didn’t. But something within you twisted at the thought of being with him- the memory of how it felt to be his.

The disconnect between the feelings of your heart and the thoughts of your mind, ever so obvious, shifted. His apology was unexpected, to say the least, but it was also surprisingly heartfelt and pulling on your need to forgive.

Saved by the bell, your landline phone began to ring.

You rushed to the bedside table and grabbed the phone from its dock, pulling it to your ear.

“Ms. Y/L/N? It’s the front desk. Mr. Kim Taehyung is here and waiting for you.”

“Got it. Thank you. I’ll be down in a moment.” You hung up the phone and grabbed your wallet and keys before shuffling over to your desk to grab your briefcase on instinct.

“Wait,” you spoke aloud, laughing at yourself and withdrawing your reach. “I don’t need that.”

As you opened the door to your penthouse, the sound of something lightly hitting your door had you looking down.

A small, navy blue bag, the size of your palm, swung from the doorknob and hit lightly against the wood from the momentum of you opening your door. Confused, you unhooked the loop from the doorknob and looked inside the bag to find a familiar-looking box inside.

Gingerly, you pulled it out and opened it. In the way of the box’s contents was a folded piece of notebook paper with your name scrawled across the top in Jungkook’s messy handwriting.

You held your breath after reading the note and looked down at the small charm.

Since you gave me yours, I’ll give you mine. -jk

In the fabric of the satin display lay the familiar gold chain that Jungkook gifted you those few years ago, but, instead of the small J that you were so familiar with, lay your own initial.

You knew Jungkook’s way with words well enough to know that the small note connected his intentions to the chain. You were instantly pulled back to the night that he gifted the necklace to you in the first place.

“It’s beautiful. Happy one-year, babe.” You whispered onto his lips with a smile.

After you sat back into your seat, Jungkook walked to your side of the table to put the chain around your neck. “I obviously have the describe how much this necklace means so that you never take it off.”

You laughed. “I wouldn’t even dream of taking it off, Kook.”

“I still need to explain. It was like a message from heaven when I saw them in the jewelry store.” He pouted, returning to his seat. “So the idea with these is that we’re wearing parts of each other. You’re wearing the part of me that belongs to you and I’m wearing the part of you that belongs to me.”

Jungkook continued as he raised his glass. “So even though you think this necklace is yours because it’s your letter, it’s actually mine.”

You cocked your head in confusion, struggling to understand the concept. “What are you talking about?”

“It sounded so much better in my head, I swear.”

You understood the idea now.

Push off the emotions. Don’t think about them.

You were hellbent on ignoring the weakness, knowing full well what path you would go down if you let them get to you.

Instead, you made your way down to the lobby with the bag gripped tightly in your mitten-clad hands, heading to the desk with determination furrowing your brow. Even as Taehyung stood from the small sofa in the lobby upon seeing you, you did not spare him a glance.

Forcefully, you thrusted the bag into the receptionists’ face, internally wincing at your rude gesture.

“Please put this in the lost and found. I have no idea where it came from.”

The receptionist did well at hiding his expression, however, you could still see a sense of somber recognition behind his eyes. You decided not to press him seeing as you want to avoid the topic of Jungkook like the plague.

“Understood, ma’am.” He took the bag from your grasp before you had the chance to rethink addressing his slip of emotion, placing it in a drawer by his knee. He looked back up and gestured to Taehyung after locking the drawer. “Mr. Kim is here for you.”

You sighed in a mild sense of accomplishment, forcing yourself to shut out the regret and sadness for giving away a formerly precious memory, before turning to face Taehyung with a small smile to mask your inner turmoil. Your smile faltered when you noticed that Taehyung mirrored the same expression on his face that the receptionist wore.

“What?” You asked, walking to him.

“I just-” He looked down for a moment, scowling, and you noticed he had placed his small barbell back into his eyebrow. “-nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Why won’t you tell me anything?” The two of you had walked to the door, stopping before going out into the cold so that you could finish your conversation.

“Like I said before, it’s not my place to say or judge.”

Taehyung opened the door to an icy gust of wind before you could protest, chilling you into a mind-numbing stupor as you whispered, “Holy fucking shit.”

“Good god, it is freezing.” Taehyung mumbled, linking an arm around your body and ushering you towards his SUV across the sidewalk.

Once sat inside the warmth of the cabin, you shivered in satisfaction at the heat gracing your body.

“Please tell me we’re not going to be outside for whatever we’re doing.” You pleaded to him. The light from the city was filtered by the darkened car windows, however, you could still see Taehyung’s shoulders moving up and down when he chuckled.

“Unfortunately, we are, but fortunately, I brought some heat packs for us.”

You whined in protest, looking up to the GPS screen in front of the driver to see if you could identify where the two of you were going. Without a route plotted, you were left even more curious.

About twenty minutes of small talk and a brief roast session targeting Hoseok later, you sat in front of the ice skating rink at the Rockefeller Center.

“We’re ice skating?” You asked, suddenly in shock. You hadn’t been ice skating since-

No. Stop it. Your mind warred with itself as it suppressed the memory threatening to spill over into your eyes.

“You’re quite the detective.” Taehyung’s sentence was drenched in sarcasm, functioning as the perfect distraction, and prompted you to lightly shove him with a giggle as you exited the vehicle.

“I thought I was a captain.” You pouted against the cold, pulling your hat down on your head even further in hopes of retaining your body heat and warmth from the van.

“You are.” Taehyung laughed again. “Captain Detective.”

You only rolled your eyes at his playfulness before you turned to face the rink from the sidewalk. A person passing behind you and bumping into your back lightly had you cursing New York City’s busy and bustling population.

Seeing all of the people on the rink, you instantly remembered that you did not inform Jay of your whereabouts.

“Do we have security?” Worry riddled your brain as you turned to look at him with your eyes widening in a panic. You became hyperaware of all of the possible outcomes to Taehyung being identified in such a crowded place.

Taehyung sighed as he walked you up to the ticket booth. “We don’t. I just want to have a normal and plain but fun time with my friend- without someone glaring at me like they don’t want to be here while they breathe down my neck.”

Despite understanding his statement, you couldn’t help the automatic stress to being in public without any form of protection.

“Taehyung,” You warned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Y/N,” He mocked your tone childishly before leveling it to his regular voice. “Relax, weirdo. We’re here to have fun and people are too busy having their own fun to notice us.”

“I doubt that.”

It wasn’t until you got your rental skates tightly secured onto your feet and began walking toward the ice that Taehyung mentioned a vital detail that he definitely should have mentioned prior to arriving at the center.

“You what?” You were baffled to say the least.

“I can’t skate.” He sheepishly brought his hand to the back of his head and adjusted his trapper hat under your scrutiny.

“Then why did we come?” You were almost yelling at that point.

“Because Brian told me that you liked ice skating!” Taehyung gripped at your fingers tightly, anxiety getting the best of him.

Fucking hell, Brian.

“Did he?” Your laugh was almost hysterical because of how wrong he was. You were becoming increasingly hesitant about giving your personal assistant a raise now.

Still, it was worth the effort. Brian was just trying to help the world’s most popular bassist when he came to him in need of information. It was a decent attempt.

“Yeah,” Taehyung huffed. “He did.”

“Well, Tae, I’ll have you know,” You moved towards the ice rink with determination. “I haven’t been ice skating in ages and I hardly like it. Hopefully, I still have muscle memory.”

“Oh god.” Taehyung groaned, tipping his head back as the feeling of imminent and utter chaos ensued. “Fucking hell, Brian.”

As soon as you stepped on the ice, you realized that you were still perfectly coordinated enough to complete the task.

Taehyung, on the other hand, clung to the walls like the world was attempting to swallow him into the ground. Dutifully, you stood next to him with a cautious hand on his back in the case that he went tumbling.

The sight was one to behold.

Kim Taehyung, hard core rockstar- the physical definition of a stereotypical ‘bad boy’- with tattoos littering his skin and a glistening eyebrow piercing that was winking at you from under his gray trapper, stood hunched over and afraid as he moved baby step-by-baby step to proceed further around the rink. You couldn’t help but giggle as the man who possessed the prowess of an elegant panther on stage adopted the likes of a stumbling newborn giraffe within the span of five minutes.

You were still concerned for him despite how funny it was. Tentatively, you reached your hand to grip his shoulder and urged him to look at you.

“Tae, are you okay? We can do something else if you’d like.”

“No, it’s okay.” He wheezed in effort. “I got this.”

Making a show out of how brave he was, Taehyung stood up straight on shaky legs and began progressing forward by attempting to walk on the ice.

“I can show you how t-” Taehyung cut off your offer before you could finish it.

“I’ve been shown countless times how to skate and the best I can do is walk and maybe slide forward a little. I’m a lost cause, Y/N.” Even though he seemed upset, Taehyung couldn’t help but crack a smile at how clumsy he was.

You smiled pitifully at your clumsy friend before you stepped in front of him. “Here, hold onto my shoulders and we’ll slide forward together.”

All Taehyung could do was begrudgingly agree, hating the idea of having to lean on you for support but wanting to remain close to you for the majority of the night. Once he placed his hands tightly on your shoulders, you moved.

At first, you skated slowly so that Taehyung could adjust to the feeling of being pulled forward. Once he got the hang of keeping his legs locked so that you could move around easier, you skated at a normal speed.

After about ten minutes of joking around and catching Taehyung’s slipping form a handful of times, your mind was left free and without defense.

You hadn’t realized how vulnerable you were because of it.

“Y/N, slow down! I can’t go that fast!”

Your breathing came to a halt at the voice that echoed in your ears.

“Here, hold my hand and we’ll skate together.”

Panicking, you rushed your mind to shut it out. No. Stop.

Unknowingly, the chaos in your mind and the desperate need to get away from the memories had you gradually increasing your own speed to subconsciously escape your thoughts.

Taehyung’s nervous laugh and call of your name in warning fell on deaf ears while you furrowed your eyebrows in concentration.

“See? It’s easy. Just step and lean. Step- and lean.” His hand clutched yours as if he was trying to squeeze all of the blood from your fingers but you only squeezed back in reassurance.

“Don’t let me fall, please.”

Taehyung’s skate crashing into the back of yours served as the perfect distraction, yet it only lasted for a split second as the two fo you went tumbling to the ice in a hauntingly familiar manner.

In the process of falling, Taehyung had managed to wrap his arms around your waist and twist his body so that he could take most of the impact from the ice. Landing on top of him with an ‘oof’ reminded you of the last time you went ice skating.

Even with your face mere centimeters from your friend’s, all you saw was him.

Taehyung’s small puffs of air against your lips were an indicator of how close you were to kissing him. Truly, you could kiss him if you wanted to, needing only to relax your neck and let your head fall to close the rest of the minimal gap between you. He looked up at you with wide eyes, holding onto your gaze with an unreadable expression on his face.

All you saw, however, was a small mole dotting the underside of his lips. Fuck, you wanted to kiss Taehyung and rid yourself of the nightmare, but you couldn’t shake the sensation of how wrong it felt to kiss anyone but Jungkook.

“Y/N,” Taehyung called your name cautiously and pulled you from your thoughts. Instantly, your eyes welled with tears at the realization of how fucked you were.

You yanked yourself from him with abandon, needing to get far away from the reminder that you couldn’t move on.

Kim Taehyung was mature. He was kind and respectful- everything you could ask for in a man- yet the thoughts of Jungkook and the good memories you had with him outweighed the bad, preventing you from truly letting go.

Before Taehyung could protest, you stood and left him on the ice, making for a quick exit. You wanted to go back and help him up so that he wasn’t in danger, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at his face in this setting.

Instead, you skated off the rink and walked to the skate rental area, plopping down on the bench weakly to untie the laces. Once you did so, you set them on the counter and waited for your boots with your eyes on the ground. You didn’t want anyone to see you on the brink of crying.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s voice was loud and attention-grabbing. You had half the mind to be concerned that he would cause people to notice him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you finally got your boots and rushed to put them on. Taehyung was finally off the ice when you slid the first boot on.

“Y/N,” He called your name again, awkwardly approaching you with the blades still on his feet. “Please, talk to me.”

You could only sniffle in response and continue to put your boots back on, a fresh wave of tears welling in your eyes and threatening to spill onto your cheeks. You’d kept them at bay thus far but Taehyung was making it extremely difficult as his comfort approached you. The welcome yet heartbreaking aura he exhumed paired with your teetering emotional stability wouldn’t fare well in such a public setting.

Without hesitation, you stood and walked away once you were done securing your shoes back on your feet. Again, you felt the urgent need to be alone.

And again, Taehyung was right behind you as he ran without putting his shoes back on.

“Y/N!” He grabbed you as he called your name more sternly, forcing you to face him. Your eyes met his briefly before you looked back down to the pavement and cursed yourself once a tear slipped out. “Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Because I-” Your breath caught in your throat as it constricted due to the beginning of a sob building in your chest. You cleared your throat and struggled to breathe your way through your response- one you had trouble communicating. “-I just can’t.”

Taehyung grimaced, looking around with concern, before he ushered your body to begin walking away from the busy area.

Once you were a good distance down the street, he grabbed both of your shoulders and forced you to face him once again. Away from the well-lit area of the ice rink, the only light that shone in the middle of the dark night was that of the street lights. With bated breath, you looked up at your friend with your mouth closed tightly so that the sob in your chest wouldn’t come barging past your lips.

The pain was nearly unbearable. It anguished you, knowing that you were stupid enough to think that you could eventually move on from Jungkook. It pained you, being aware of the fact that Taehyung had offered himself to you and you did nothing but continue to look at Jungkook.

But most of all, it hurt that you still wanted Jungkook.

If only you could reach into your chest and tear your heart out so that you couldn’t feel anymore. If only you could shut off your feelings so that it didn’t agonize you like this. If only it were that easy.

Under the light of the street lamps with Taehyung’s look of pity- the one he held as he looked at you across the club on that dreadful night those few years ago- on you, you broke.

As you began sobbing, Taehyung pulled you against his body and backed up into the darkness to give you the privacy to cry without being seen.

The pain stabbed your heart repeatedly; quick blows, shallow at first, became increasingly deep as you drowned in the memories of what once was.

Falling so passionately in love became your biggest regret. For so long, you hated the idea. You hated the fact that you still loved Jungkook notwithstanding the things he had done. You denied the fact until you started seeing the good memories again- until it was an unavoidable and objective truth.

The truth that you still loved him.

As Taehyung held you tightly in his embrace while you held your hands to your face and dug your nails into your skin, you sobbed uncontrollably at how completely and royally fucked you were.

“W-why-” You blubbered into your palms. “-why do I-I still lo-ove him?”

“Because your heart wants what it wants, Y/N. You have no control over that.”

At this point, you had to tell him how you felt- how you truly felt.

“I w-wish that it wa-anted you. I’m so sorry, T-Tae.”

“Hey, now. Don’t say that. It’s a waste of time to wish for things that you have no control over. Don’t waste a wish on something stupid like that.” Taehyung pressed his face to the top of your head, pressing his lips there to leave a small kiss. “Besides, I have someone waiting for me back home so you don’t need to worry anymore.”

Instantly, you looked up at him in shock while still hiccuping. “You do?”

“Of course.” Taehyung laughed warmly, smiling down at you. “I wasn’t gonna be stuck on you forever. One way or another, you move on.”

“It’s been years since I’ve even seen him, Tae. The fact that I still haven’t moved on despite that has to tell you something.”

“Which is why I told you that you still need to talk to him. You can’t move on or do anything about the way you feel unless you communicate it.” He pulled back to bend his body to become eye-level with you so that he could look you in the eyes as he spoke. “There’s things you don’t know.”

For a moment, you weighed his words in your mind. If they’re things that Taehyung can’t tell you because they’re ‘not his place’ to say, then you figure that the matter must be a serious one. Your curiosity was getting the best of you. It wasn’t long before you gave in.

“Yeah…” You trailed off in hesitation, suddenly regretting shutting out Jungkook. “I guess I do need to talk to him.”

“Please just… take your time and be patient with him.” Taehyung winced slightly. “He’s hot-headed but he’s a lot better than he was before. I promise you that.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Taehyung.” You scowled as you backed out of his embrace.

“You know I don’t. I would never suggest that you talk to him if he was the same as he was before.”

A few beats of silence passed before you asked the question that had been nagging at your mind since your revelation of remaining love for the lead singer of BTS.

“Do you think we still have a chance?”

Taehyung answered immediately. “That’s not my place to judge. All I know is that you guys did something sad like being broke up even though you had life.”

“Good god, Tae,” You huffed out a laugh. “Are you quoting Lil Dicky right now?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” Taehyung crossed his arms and let out a small ‘hmph’ as he lightly stomped his foot onto the sidewalk. “And you can’t stop me.”

For a while, Taehyung let you catch your breath and calm down while looking up and down the street. It seemed as if he was planning something.

Before you could process what he was doing, Taehyung took you by your arm, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, and began walking across the street. You looked up in the direction of your path and noticed that you were heading towards the quaint coffee shop that seemed to be the only open place at the current hour.

Your eyes hurt from crying. Your chest ached from sobbing and hiccuping. Your heart and head hurt as they came to blows with each other. You were slowly beginning to freeze as the calming of your emotions slowed your heart and cooled your body. It was so fucking cold.

You could use a coffee right about now.

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Walpurgisnacht

Since I saw this name first, I’m writing this with Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic). Walpurgishnacht is the German equivalent of May Day, or in the pagan/Wiccan/witchcraft communities, Beltane, which is on May 1. As you might be able to guess throughout this work, Beltane is a holiday centered around fertility, sensuality, and celebrates the beginning of summer. I probably should have written this way back at the beginning of the month, but my personal philosophy about the “witches’” wheel of the year, AKA Wiccan Wheel of the Year, is that dates are kinda arbitrary and I’m not really bound to follow a calendar invented by a random British dude in the 1950′s. I also wanted to include the full moon as a theme because of today’s super rare “Flower Moon.” But enough rambling, I guess.

e/c--eye color

Content: outdoor sex, semi-public, cream pie, praise kink, slight voyeurism on reader’s part, drunk sex (but both participants are still able to consent), also the reader isn’t wearing anything under her dress

Beltane

Lá Bealtaine. Calan Mai. Rudemas. May Day. Floralia. Walpurgisnacht.

Call it what you like, but whatever its name, it gathered local witches to a wild field surrounded by a forest made green with newly sprung leaves. Birch, hawthorn, and oak. Pine and rowan. All made up the woods ringing around the field of weeds, daisies, and grass that stood up to mid-calf. A band of fiddles, drums, and pipes played nothing but rowdy tunes as the sun set low beyond the hills and played louder when the moon, the full moon, rose up and took the sun's throne in the sky. A bonfire was set in the middle of the field encircled by rocks painted with symbols of fertility, joy, and whatever the witch desired most for the coming summer. Because of the ruckus humans were making, the woodland creatures, except for the owl, stayed away from the revelry. Attracted by the bright light, moths fluttered in and around and into the dangerous fires and were sometimes consumed by it once they got too close.

In the shadows, the Maypole stayed erect, bedecked in ribbons of different colors. Green, white, and red were the most popular. Decorating from top to bottom with bells, feathers, leather, and felt bags of herbs and spices, ahem, and phalluses, it was a strange juxtaposition of innocent Christmas colors and pagan heathenry. There was no time to think about Christmas or winter or autumn for that matter. Each and everyone was in the moment, dancing, singing, hopping, jumping over the broom, and kissing one another.

No kids allowed. There were blankets laid out in the shadows, cooled by the damp earth. While nobody was outright having sex in front of everybody present, there was undoubtedly couples, and at least one group of three, enjoying a heavy make-out secession or heavy petting. The smell of sex and sweat was just as pungent in the air as the wine, smoke, and summer fruits. Your cheeks were warm to the touch, whether from the sights before you or from drinking too much wine, you could not tell. Barefooted, you stood, tapping your foot. You watched dancers go round and round the bonfire in a frenzy. It was like watching an ancient Bacchanal. And there you were without shoes, in a red dress resembling a Greek chiton and a flower crown of ferns, blackberry stems, and primroses. What more, you lacked a couple of other things too, not that you were going to explain to the whole company partying it up in the woods what you weren't wearing underneath that red linen dress.

So, you stood there awkwardly. Not dancing, not engaging in conversation, not passing kisses to strangers, just observing. You sipped from a golden cup, not real gold, of course, but made to look like it. The wine ran down your throat. It warmed your throat, your cheeks, your head. The wine settled nicely in your full belly after a day of eating on meat, vegetables, stew, and whatever everyone brought to the table. It didn't go straight to your head, though you slowly started to feel the effects after two cups. This, your third, was already halfway gone. You continued to watch everyone else have fun, but for yourself? A swarm of butterflies crippled any chance of introducing yourself. This community, too large to be a coven, was brand new to you and you to them. They knew you about as well you did them. They were strangers one and all, and you'd been tempted to stay at home and hold a private Beltane in your kitchen, attended only by you and your hearth spirits.

And yet, here you were. Standing off to the side and seemingly content to watch rather than participate, but you were there. That should have counted for something, right? An evil, annoying thought crept into your brain and squatted there. The only reason why no one was paying attention to you was because they were too drunk and absorbed in each other's touches too much care for what you were doing. If they suddenly became sober and stopped making out with each other, then they'd be busy staring at you and wondering why you bothered to come at all. You shivered despite the wine in your system and the waves of heat rolling off the massive bonfire. Your toes curled up in the grass and dirt.

You turned to find a quiet space to collect your thoughts when your eyes met with someone else's. A pair of emerald-green eyes met your (e/c). The man was tall, lanky, and had golden blonde hair flowing down his shoulders. You saw a drink in his hand, a cup similar to yours, which explained the pinkish glow in his cheeks. You caught his eye from across the field. He handed over his goblet to a dark-haired man with an unshaved face. The man with the green eyes bobbed and weaved his way in between the dancers, narrowly dodging a swinging arm to the face. When he, at last, stood at arm's length from you, he smiled at you. You looked behind you and to either side of you. You pointed your finger at yourself.

"I noticed you standing off by yourself. My name is Hizashi Yamada." He held out his hand towards you, a silent request for you to take it.

You took a long swig from your cup and emptied the rest of your wine down your throat. Throwing the cup down, a rush of excitement fogged your mind. You not only reached for his extended hand and took it, you shook his hand vigorously as the alcohol made the blood in your temples throb. Your heart beat like an excited bird in a cage.

"Y/N. That's my name. Y/N L/N."

"Would you care for a dance?" Hizashi bowed from the waist. His hair cascaded off his shoulders in a golden waterfall.

You bit your bottom lip. You looked at Hizashi, then at the dancers. The butterflies in your stomach nearly burst out of your belly. Finally, you swallowed hard and answered, "Yes."

Hizashi took you by the hand with a gentle hold and guided you to the band of revelers. He also kept you within touching distance to not lose you or have you fall on your face. It took a couple of songs before you threw yourself into the dance. Energy seemed to stem from the earth beneath your feet and reach up deep inside of you. Sweat beaded down your neck, face, and arms, but all it did was to help you become more comfortable with whatever it was that entered your body. Hizashi helped you slow down when the players switched to a softer melody. You managed not to step on his feet during the next couple of slow dances. How you did it, you wouldn't be able to say, considering how you kept your eyes on him the whole time.

The butterflies disappeared to but a few. You and Hizashi were staring into each other's eyes even as the band picked up again. Those dancers who hadn't collapsed asleep or paired off and wandered into the woods started again. The two of you, however, stood still among the chaos. The wine had been beaten out with sweat and dancing, but you wondered if it was gone altogether. For it wasn't like you to want to kiss the first stranger you meet at a party. Hizashi wore doeskin leather pants, a flowy white tunic, and a green vest. Both his shirt and vest were opened to give you a good view of his chest. Your eyes fixated on a particular bead of sweat making its way down the plain of his muscled stomach. A treasure trail of blonde hair led to the hem of Hizashi's tight pants. Unconsciously, you licked your lips.

"Would you like to take a break?" Hizashi asked.

You swallowed hard, then nodded. "Yes. I could use a break from dancing." You were panting for breath as Hizashi once again took you by the hand. This time, he led you away from the swirling crowd of dancers still going at it even though the night was running short. He guided you past the couples laying out on blankets kissing and snuggling beneath the moon. You craned your neck to see that silver disk rising high in the sky, almost cresting in the middle of the star-strewn blanket of night. Hizashi led you under the outstretched arms of the trees and finally stopped to rest beneath an oak. You both sat at its roots. You could barely see the dancers, musicians, and couples through the trees, but you could still hear them. Crickets and other insects joined the chorus of the party.

In your revelry, you hadn't noticed how the strap of your dress slid off your shoulder. You thought a moment about pulling it to its correct position, then reconsidered. You leaned against Hizashi. Sitting together, watching everyone else through the brush, you could catch your breath. Away from the crowd and the bonfire, the coolness of the night settled around and on you. You were sobered up by the time you reached for Hizashi's sleeve and gave it a little tug. He turned to you. Your faces were a hairs' breadth apart. Just as you started to lean in for a kiss, another noise caught your attention.

It was two people, a man and a woman. You got up to investigate, and Hizashi followed you. Together, you crept through the woods towards the strange sound. You stepped a little further than the bonfire's light could reach. Your eyes had to adjust to the darkness but then fastened on the small glowing light of a flashlight on the ground. With the flashlight somewhat discarded, the other pair was bathed in moonlight. You hid behind a tree to watch them.

The man buried himself all the way to the hilt inside of his lover, who clawed at his back. You couldn't see their features, but you could see their bodies writhing against each other. More to the point, you could hear them a little too well. He was grunting as he rutted into her and scraped his lover's back in return against the trunk of the tree. Beneath the swollen moon, the woman howled in pleasure and panted. Warmth spread in your lower belly. You never watched two people fuck before; you never watched porn before. Slick began to pool between your legs.

Hizashi's hand found its way to your shoulder. You jumped a little at his suddenness, then just as quickly regained yourself. Hizashi pulled himself closer to you until his chest was against your back. His other hand came to your bare shoulder. Hizashi flexed his fingers on your joints and pressed his fingertips into your flesh. He tucked his chin on your shoulder like he was trying to get a better view of the other couple. The wet slaps of skin against skin silenced everything else. It drowned out the far-away music. You stood there watching those to rut and listened to their moans. You didn't stop Hizashi from kissing the side of your neck nor when he pressed his hardness against your backside.

"It looks like they're having fun." Hizashi chuckled. His laugh rippled along your skin as he pressed his mouth on your neck.

"Y-Yeah," you said.

"Wanna join them, sweetness?" He toyed with the strap that hadn't fallen off.

"Gods, yes," you half moaned.

Before you could realize it, Hizashi spun you around. He kissed you full on the mouth. He toyed with your tongue and explored the cavern of your mouth until he turned you into a moaning mess. Hizashi slid between your legs, forcing the dress to hike up to your hips. His knee brushed against your clit, making you gasp louder than you intended. Hizashi grazed his hand along your hip as if feeling for something that wasn't there.

"Oh my. You're shivering pretty little thing. Aren't you wearing anything underneath that flimsy dress?"

You shook your head. You bit your lip because you were too ashamed of saying such things out loud. You arrived without any underwear at all beneath your dress. Hizashi's arms lowered you to the twig and grass-ladened ground and nudged your opening further with his knee. You gasped again, louder this time even though you saw it coming and could have prepared for it. By the light of the moon, you saw Hizashi's golden brow shoot up, and his mouth bore an impertinent smirk.

"You naughty little thing!" Hizashi bent down and kissed your neck, and left a fiery trail to your breasts.

He lay flat against you, almost to the point of smothering you. Hizashi was careful not to do that. His hands ran up and down your torso; his fingers hugged and gripped every curve they could get a hold of. Your nipples pebbled through the linen fabric of your dress. Hizashi pulled down the straps and the front of your clothing to present your heaving chest to him. He kissed, licked, and nibbled on your breasts until you were pretty sure you were going to melt, thanks to his affections.

"Harder, harder. F-Fuck! Oh god, you make me feel so good. Fuck me harder!" The woman cried out.

The man grunted loud enough for you to hear. Your fingers knotted into Hizashi's long hair as he suckled on your breast like a newborn. He looked you in the eye after letting go of your nipple with a wet pop.

"Would you like to continue?" He asked.

You rubbed your thighs together and found them soaked. The other couple started moaning louder than before. The man was pounding into his woman harder at her request. Hearing them edge towards their climax only made you hungry for your own.

You nodded and added, "Please."

Hizashi sat on his knees. He ditched his shirt and vest (not that they were doing him a disservice, to begin with). His fingers untied the front of his pants, laced up instead of a modern button and zipper. You watched in awe as his finger flew through the knot and lacing. Unlike you, he wore a pair of black boxers. Hizashi shoved down his pants and boxers together to pull out his long, hard cock. A bead of pre-cum leaked at the blunt head. He grabbed the back of your knees and shoved your legs open. There was little preamble when he slid inside your tight heat.

"Sweeting, do you feel good?" Hizashi asked with a strained voice. You looked to see his face scrunched up as if in pain. It must be taking everything for him not to savagely rut into you.

"So good," you whimpered, but it was a pleasing noise. You never felt so full.

"I'll be moving, okay?"

"Okay."

Your single word was all Hizashi needed. He held the back of your knees still as he pulled halfway out then pushed back into your cunt. Your panting returned as soon Hizashi moved in earnest. Each thrust of his hips earned him a moan or a whimper from you. The sound of you fucking joined with the other couple's.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Hizashi

"Y-Yes!"

"G-Good, good. You feel good to me too. You're so wet. Can you hear yourself? How naughty you sound down here?"

A wave of heat passed over your face. Hizashi was right. You were overflowing down there, and each thrust of his just accentuated the sound. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Hizashi's hands landed on either side of your head to grasp at the dirt. He fucked you faster and faster. Both of your bodies were quivering of each impact. Hizashi was reaching deep inside of you. The couple just beyond the trees hadn't stopped either. Four wanton people were fucking their respective partner's brains out, and nobody was disturbed by the fact. You clenched around Hizashi's cock, pounding away at you.

"Damn, girlie. Does being fucked into the forest floor get you hot and bothered?" Hizashi husked next to your ear. "Or is it the fact that you got all excited after watching another couple getting it on?"

Your only reply was dragging your nails down his back while he continued pounding your cunt. Your back ached because of a twig rubbing against your spine, but that was the least of your concerns. Hizashi leaned back on his haunches, grabbed your hips, and fucked you harder. The new angle reached inside of you deeper than before. His cock found your G-spot. The moment Hizashi hit it, you screamed all the more. Beyond the trees, the other couple responded with a few grunts and cries of their own in reply. Hizashi smirked at knowing where the special button was. With that knowledge, it was easy to hit it over and over again to make you scream again for him.

You felt Hizashi's eyes trail up your body from where you were connected to him. He placed a palm over where he was currently buried, inside your warm cunt. You were sucking him in and gripping him tight with your walls. His fingers trailed over the bunched-up linen fabric of your dress and plucked your nipple. Your breasts bounced with each thrust of his and kept his attention for a moment. Hizashi watched them bounce with every rock of his hips between your legs. You were getting tighter, and he was so close himself. He could explode right then and there, but he wanted to see you come undone first. He had been wondering since the moment he laid eyes on you what you looked like in complete ecstasy.

Hizashi moved his hand back down and flicked your clit. His eyes searched your face. Your eyes were made glassy; he flicked it again. You knocked your head into the ground, moving it side to side. Hizashi kept fucking you and moved his fingers along your clit.

"Yeah, yeah. You're going to come soon. Fuck, babe, let see your pretty face when you come. Let me look you in the eye as you come," said Hizashi. He thrust deeper, faster, and harder into you and moved his fingers at the same pace against your clit.

"That's it! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming!" The other woman shouted. The man came with a loud, animalistic grunt, which caused his woman to howl in return. Her cries died off into whimpers that you could still hear.

"Fuck, baby, there's so much," the woman whined.

"And don't waste a fucking drop of it either," said he.

The image of cum dripping down your cunt was more than enough to yank you off the edge. Your back arched like a bow. You dragged your nails down Hizashi's back, only this time drawing blood. Hizashi shuddered as you clawed at him like a cat in heat. The sting made his eyes screw tight. He let out a hiss, then he grunted. Without warning, he was spilling all over your insides. His pulsing cock was entirely inside your cunt when Hizashi painted your walls white. You had another orgasm, albeit a smaller one. Arms wrapped around each other as Hizashi flopped down on top of you, unable to pull out and roll over. He was stuck.

There were giggles and rustling leaves. Footsteps approached, but you both were too exhausted to care about who saw you and how you might have looked. Whoever they were, they quickly moved along without saying anything about you or to you. After a while, Hizashi finally regained enough strength to pull out. Luckily, he carried a handkerchief in his pocket. It came in handy when it came time to clean up the mess he made between your thighs. You thanked him and offered a bashful smile. Hizashi helped pull you to your feet, and you walked back to the celebration hand in hand.

The bonfire continued to burn until dawning. When the first morning light began to shine, announcing the first day of the new summer season, you found out that you and Hizashi, as well as that other couple weren't the only ones to have taken advantage of Walpurgisnacht's sensual energy. A bit of slick down your thigh that Hizashi missed when you finally parted and made your way to your car. As you put on something a bit more decent than a linen dress, you couldn't help but wait until the next sabbat to see Hizashi again.

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rouiyan · 4 years

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𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 [ 𝘭.𝘫𝘯 ]

⧏ part of the before i met you collective ⧐

synopsis: after an accidental leak, the news of you and jeno’s relationship becomes the talk of the world. to satiate the incredible curiosity of fans and news outlets alike, the two of you take on a variety show, knowing brother. will this bold move prove to everyone that your relationship is more than just a publicity stunt?

✧ lee jeno x (fem.) reader ✧ idolverse au, knowing brother au, established relationship au

✧ genre : fluff ✧ word count : 1.9k ✧ disclaimers : minor swearing, i talk about eyes a lot lol

✧ author’s note — was supposed to be a short drabble but i got carried away and ended up going into so much unnecessary detail. super fun to write; this idea expertly fought my incoming writer’s block.

you let out a suppressed laugh as jeno profusely denies the apologies that come his way from the girl that just recently joined the makeup team. she had used a much thicker brush than needed on his lips and in turn, they’ve grown almost twice the size, the natural mauve color spilling over the edges. he gives you a pointed look but it’s taken with less seriousness than he’d like, his lips clearly making the expression funnier than intended.

“stop, y/n,” he mumbles, though his face is more of a pout as you crane your neck to watch him, the same girl now fussing with makeup remover blocking your view of him. as she leaves to grab a thinner brush, jeno turns to look at his reflection in the mirror and you make your way across the room to stand next to where he is seated. the both of you stare at each other’s reflections in the mirror, smiles filled with soft adoration. “you nervous?” he speaks, eyebrows shifting up ever so slightly. you swear the way the lights of the vanity reflect off his pupils make it look like he holds the stars in his eyes (and you're sure he does). nodding, you express to him the pressures you’ve been facing, “i hope we do well.”

he hums and removes his stare from the mirror to the actual you, looping his arms around your waist loosely. “we will, babe. we’re unstoppable when we’re together, you know?” he feels more than hears the soft chuckle that you let out and he raises his head to look you in the eyes. “i guess you’re right.”

it’s been a little over a year since jeno asked you out, right outside the convenience store a few blocks down from the nct dream dorm. a chilly two a.m. snack run where jeno had spontaneously been gifted with the confidence to tilt your head up with his index finger and swoop in for a kiss after his heartfelt words were received with tired enthusiasm. he thinks about that night a lot more than he’d ever admit.

he also thinks about a similar night, only three weeks ago from now, outside the same convenience store, this time at three a.m., when his hands intertwined themselves with yours on instinct and when you looked up at him with that pretty little smile of yours. he can still hear the shuffling of feet behind him, the click and flash of a camera following. he can still feel the way his heart stopped as he drew his and your hats lower, turning over his shoulder to be face to face with a camera peeking through the shadows. he can still remember the way his hand unwinded from yours, instead wrapping around your whole frame, bringing you closer to his chest and further away from view. he could still hear your heartbeat against his, erratic, and he still remembers praying to dear god that they didn’t catch your face. he stills feels the guilt gnawing at his gut when he found out that it was too late. what was supposed to be a simple first anniversary was turned into a day of phone calls, pr meetings, frustrated managers, and even worse, angry sasaengs camping outside both of your dorms.

he knows it’s not exactly his fault, though he did admit that to the higher ups much to your dislikes, but he can’t help but feel responsible for all his desperate fans going after your reputation, your job, group, family and friends, and most importantly, you. in all honesty, he also received plenty of backlash from your fans as well but it aggravated him much more than it should’ve that people would dare talk shit about his girlfriend.

making headlines, your relationship with jeno was widely labeled as sm’s bid for attention and monetary gain, however untrue that was. most fans were in denial because of countless other situations where a rumored couple would be later revealed as a publicity stunt, especially since you and jeno were of a big company and from popular groups. of the many game plans that were presented to the two of you, he found this one the most effective. to go on a variety show together and show the compatibility and chemistry between the two of you, to verify your relationship as real and deserving of humanly respect.

jeno is brought back to reality as a colored brush is applied to his lips once again. he looks up to gauge what had happened whilst he was spaced out and sees that you are talking animatedly to the manager that had accompanied you here today, a bright look on your face as your fingers fiddle with a water bottle lid. after getting his makeup done, properly this time, he stands and stalks over beside you, half listening to the conversation about mic settings. with a pout, you hand the water bottle to jeno and he immediately unscrews it, neither of you looking at each other, the act seemingly a casual exchange.

jeno corners you before going on set, hands on your shoulders, to tell you that, “we’re going to do great, princess.” the nickname rolls off his tongue with ease and leaves a pink dust across your cheeks, blooming under the blush that’s applied on top. he gives your shoulders a reassuring squeeze and slips in a few more encouraging compliments (“so pretty,” tucks strand of hair behind your ear, “i got quite lucky didn’t i?”) before the two of you are called on set to start filming.

the cameras start rolling and as the hosts go about their usual introduction banter, you slip a finger into the indent in the door and on cue, slide it open, revealing your smiling face, jeno’s secure hand on your back, reminding you that he is there with every step into unfamiliar territory. the hosts turn and gape at the pair, having not met backstage to save the guests as a surprise. hodong, is the first to talk coherently among all the commotion, “wah, the power couple of the century is here today!” chuckling at his comment, you and jeno take your places behind the podium at the front, wary of their stares on you. for a second, you feel as if you are in an actual classroom, introducing yourself on the first day of your transfer with an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

“hi, it’s nice to meet you, i’m y/l/n y/n, from sm high! please take care of me!” your nose scrunches at how cringy the school name sounded in comparison to when you and jeno were making it up back in the dressing room. jeno follows with his introduction after you politely bow, “hi, i’m lee jeno, also from sm high! please take good care of us!” a chorus of applause echoes around the three-walled setup and you feel jeno’s hand move from the small of your back to rest upon your shoulders; unconsciously you lean into his frame, his warmth inviting you in ways you don’t even process.

“so the rumors are true, huh?” you look over at soogeun, one of the hosts that you had chosen to sit next to. he’s kind from what you can tell, and almost exactly like the person you see on tv. the other hosts are busy chatting with jeno and you look over at them before settling on the man speaking to you. “yeah,” your voice is soft, “they’re true.” a smile adorns your face as you say this and the little moment that’s caught on camera is enough to melt the audience, (or so the editors think as they go through the tape after filming).

the hosts inform you that instead of the ‘ask about me’ segment they’re going to, instead, ask the two of you questions, more or less about your relationship. you figure that this has a lot to do with the whole reason you're here and you feel comfortable knowing that you get a chance to explain, to clear the air of assumed rumors.

the first to ask is janghoon, a simple question to start the segment off, “how did you guys first meet?” jeno and you take turns answering the questions, jeno taking the lead on this one. “it was… january of 2015, i think. like, one year before i debuted and y/n was new to the company. i remember that she was chosen to be in a debut group almost instantly after she joined and some of the other boys in my group were talking about how talented she was.” he takes a second to look over at you, seeing the way your eyes light up when they meet his, “i first talked to her at a showcase, i think. she was already pretty close with mark and haechan, from my group, because they trained together for a bit. even then, i remember her being probably one of the prettiest girls i had ever met. and it wasn’t just the looks though, she- y/n’s always been a kind girl and i guess that i always thought she was too good for me… i still do, for the most part.”

your eyes are slightly wide when he finishes and he gives you a questioning look. “wow, i don’t remember talking to you until that one halloween party…” the room falls to silence before everyone laughs at jeno’s bewildered expression, clearly baffled at how you didn’t even remember when the two of you first met.

the show moves on good-naturedly before heechul pops the big question, “do you guys love each other?” he says it rather sarcastically, in case you are uncomfortable in answering, but you take it upon yourself to make this situation into a bit of a turning point in all the fun. “of course, jeno’s a big part of my life. whenever i’m not onstage or working, he’s always the one i’m with. this job, it really isn’t the easiest. besides getting to do what we love we also have to be watched constantly, but it’s okay for me at least, having someone like him by my side makes it all okay.” you can almost imagine the cameras showing jeno’s face at this moment, the little hearts edited into the frame of the captured scene, his expression a mix of shy smiles and lovesick eyes. it’s easy to say when you mean it and you know that it’s also easy for jeno when he simply wraps you up in his arms, with content coating his embrace and without care as to the cameras shooting in all directions.

it’s safe to say that the episode went viral, only a few hours after its airing. most fans gushed over your relationship with jeno, sharing screenshots of you in his arms. jeno loves how some fans are even shaming those who look down upon your relationship and he's even happier that he’s allowed to take you out on dates, to add you as a plus one to special events, and to finally be able to call you his, loud and proud.

(bonus: jaemin is beyond excited to watch the episode right when it comes out, popcorn and lights dimmed in preparation. he even dragged a poor renjun to watch it with him, claiming he needed a shoulder to cry on if you guys were being too sweet. he didn’t actually cry, but renjun practically vomited as he watched jeno hoist you up upon his shoulders to reach the basketball hoop during the game segment. he hurled towards the trash can.)

#nct #nct fics #nct jeno #nct jeno fics #rouiyan fics #rouiyan writes

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shepherds-of-haven · 4 years

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College!Au of Shepherd members? What likely are they (i.e. jock, player in the soccer team, bad-boy, the clichès.)? definitely not thinking of writing an au, and im certainly not thinking of maybe making a small edit about it. nOt aT aLl cApTAiN

Hi there! Have you seen the college AU asks? This one is pretty detailed about what kind of students they are, and this one is more succinct with their majors/minors! But I’m always happy to go more in-depth about AUs! 😉

In my imagination, Blade, Trouble, and Chase were suite-mates freshman year and get an apartment together when they’re not living on campus. (Halek, Red, and Riel are also roommates and then Riel can’t stand living in a dorm anymore so he buys a townhome with his family’s money and allows Halek and Red to live there to give himself some semblance of a social life.)

Blade is the scion of a very wealthy family who’s expected to take over the family business one day. Instead he majors in Criminal Justice and--in my imagination--secretly aims to become either a detective or a prosecutor because he suspects his family is involved with criminal organizations. He’s generally quiet, solemn, broody, and troubled (just like in the game lol) and is only dragged out to do “normal” college things by Trouble and Chase’s persistence! He’s in the fencing club and also goes to a mixed martial arts gym off-campus, sometimes with Trouble, which also happens to be the one Briony goes to.

Trouble is in ROTC and majors in mechanical engineering, with dreams of joining the Air Force and becoming a pilot after graduation if he can keep his grades up. For some reason I have this idea that he got into this university on a soccer scholarship? He plays guitar and later gets a dog because fuck it, he’s always wanted one, and he’s rebuilding an old motorcycle in his spare time at this garage where his old school friends work. He definitely wears bomber jackets and letterman jackets like, a lot. He’s very popular and considered a “jock,” but a friendly one! He has an English class with Red and a math class with Riel, going to both of their study groups and then driving them crazy because he either doodles instead of studying or texts. Part-time, I feel like he delivers pizzas for some reason...

Chase is the third part of their trio and is more lax about his studies than the other two (which is a bad influence on Trouble). He does not talk at all about his family or home life and generally spends the holidays with either Blade or Trouble’s families. He’s an undeclared major and has no idea what he wants to do after college and is not worrying about it. He pays smart kids to do his homework for him, so he has an excellent GPA, much to the class president’s (Riel) fury. He’s part of a frat but doesn’t actually drink at parties, more concerned that everyone’s having a good time and making fun memories than he is about himself. He doesn’t allow any scummy behavior in the frat and secretly, on a whim, auditioned for a student play and is surprisingly very into it, to the point where he asks Briony and Trouble for help with his lines. After throwing a huge party where [x] happens, he starts a group chat with everybody involved in this story and it’s sort of how they all become friends, even though many of them already knew each other individually. Oh, and he’s very into Tinder, much to the chagrin of his other two roommates.

I think Briony, Ayla, and Lavinet are also roommates, and so are Shery, Tallys, and Mimir. Briony-Ayla-Lavinet’s place (BAL? Brionaylavi?) is Party Central, whereas Shery-Tallys-Mimir’s place (STM? Shallir?) is Quiet Coffee-Drinking Art Loft Sometimes Hipster Slam Poetry Book Clubs Central.

Briony is either a journalism student or a law student, I can’t really decide. She takes a lot of extracurriculars at their university as a way to blow off steam, including a painting class (which is where she met Shery) and a horseback riding class, because why not? She has been training at the same mixed martial arts gym since she was a teenager, and she starts bringing Ayla and Lavinet there so they can defend themselves when they’re not altogether. Despite her cheerful attitude and popularity around campus, she seems to be running from a past back in her hometown that she doesn’t talk to anyone about, not even her closest friends: an obsessive ex and a dark past are just some of the things she doesn’t want catching up to her. Sometimes she earns part-time money covering shifts at the cafe Shery works at.

Ayla is a journalism/communications student who will later switch majors to hospitality and hate it. She gives wilderness tours and white-water-rafting tours in the summers as a seasonal job and plays volleyball on the university team during the spring seasons and track and field during the fall. Her grades are abysmal and she goes to the tutoring center often for help, which is how she meets Red and Riel. She rides a Vespa around town and also attends the yoga class that Tallys teaches. Yes she wears leather jackets and occasionally beanies. She was too cheap to a buy a meal plan at the university cafeteria so she often skims from others or uses their extra meals before the week runs out. She is a lover of junk food and crams their apartment pantry with all manner of chips, soda, ramen, packaged mac and cheese, and etc! She also definitely games.

Lavinet is a wealthy socialite daughter of the CEO and founder of a huge conglomerate: think a Paris Hilton, but more grounded. She’s majoring in business and political science, being groomed to take over her father’s role, but she wants a taste of “normal” life before that happens. All of her rich friends from high school thinks she’s slumming it with the other kids, but Lavinet’s having the time of her life. She tries not to stand out too much, but she unconsciously does, anyway: wearing designer coats and sunglasses to class, driving a flashy convertible, and keeping her books in a high-end handbag, because backpacks are “schlubby.” She means well but can sometimes be a bit of a drama queen to her roommates. She also loves juicy gossip and eats it up! She has been known to take her roommates’ phones and flirt for them with potential dates. She has a popular vlog and Instagram account, which I imagine is how Briony’s dark past catches up to her. She loves to get coffee at the shop that Shery and sometimes Briony work at and always seems to have a latte in her hand. She can point at any given person and name what lipstick they would be if they were one. She’s fairly good at her studies and loves to be in charge of study groups and gets into a war with another girl who tries to ‘poach’ her study partners. She absolutely takes French and fashion design classes and heads all over campus turn when she walks past!

Red, Riel, and Halek live in what is known as the “Nerd House.” Red is pretty much always at coffee shops and libraries, studying and reading, so much so that he doesn’t notice multiple other students checking him out in his rolled-up sweater sleeves and messenger bag. He’s got a bit of an “Academic Hipster” vibe and definitely has hipster tastes in music and books. He goes to poetry readings at cafes (of which Mimir is a staple) and goes on a lot of first dates that don’t lead anywhere, giving him the reputation of either a really picky person or a playboy. Does he wear glasses? Absolutely. Is it because he needs them? Probably not. On some subconscious level he is probably aware that he looks smart and cute in them. Sometimes he plays pickup soccer with Trouble’s practice team (he played in high school) when he realizes he’s been sitting around too long reading and needs to get some blood pumping! He studies philosophy and history as a double-major.

Riel is the class president and later valedictorian of their class. He majors in math, business and finance, history, and psychology as one of the university’s only “quadruple majors”. He comes from an extremely wealthy family that has donated so much money to the school that many of the buildings have his last name on them. Occasionally he volunteers at the tutoring center, where his worst and most rebellious student is Ayla, who he vows to break. You can often find him in the music building, reserving one of the practice rooms to play beautiful classical piano, which he doesn’t like to play at home with his roommates around. He abhors eating or studying outside because, mysteriously, every time he walks through the quad, a frisbee hits him in the head. He is the head of a business fraternity that is constantly being pranked by Chase’s frat.

Halek initially attended their university as a Food Science major, but dropped out and now attends the culinary arts institute across the street. (His twin brother, Naolin, goes to a prestigious university across the country and is studying to become a doctor.) He works as a barista at the cafe where Shery and sometimes Briony work as servers: the one with sleepy eyes that you end up spilling your life story to when you sit at the counter to drink your frappe and study. Plays the drums in a band that performs at open-mic nights and owns a tank of fish. In class he was constantly falling asleep at his desk but has no trouble now. Definitely smokes weed in his room occasionally and has a litany of tattoos up and down his forearms and hands (and for that matter, Ayla does too).

Finally, the Art Loft trio, Tallys, Shery, and Mimir, who definitely have a garden on their roof and hang their clothes up to dry in the sun up there, which Lavinet for whatever reason refers to as their “solarium.”

Tallys is a plant biology major who aims to be recruited into the country’s top holistic/nature-based pharmaceutical company. She teaches yoga outside of class to make money (and Ayla and sometimes Lavinet attend her morning classes). For whatever reason I feel like she smokes and looks really freaking cool doing it but decides to quit after a relative has a cancer scare. She enjoys classical music and plays the violin when she can. She is shares cooking duties with Shery and picks her up from her job at the cafe so she doesn’t have to walk home at night, leading many to mistakenly assume they’re girlfriends. She constantly has AirPods/earphones in, listening to music, and rarely speaks to others outside of class. Strangely, she owns a flip phone and owns no social media.

Shery is a nursing student who loves to cook and bake as a hobby. She’s a natural introvert and prefers to stay in with her roommates, watching TV while she embroiders, or something, but one day she decides she wants to be more social and that’s how she befriends Halek and Briony. She owns a cat who rules the roost in their apartment as well as a hamster. She keeps detailed diaries and also writes poetry, but is too shy to share it with anyone, including Mimir, her roommate who’s an art major. She always wears pastels and very cute clothing and is a straight-A student. Her parents are pretty stingy so she works at a coffee shop, the Haven, as a way to earn money. She’s also helping with costume design for Chase’s play and rides a bike to campus and to work. She’s close with her professors and often visits them during office hours just to chat.

Mimir is an art student who’s making a big splash in the local scene, as she’s regarded as something of a young genius for her bizarre slam poetry and cryptic, surrealistic paintings. She often does readings at the Haven coffee shop during open-mic nights, and she constantly wears a hoodie, even to class. She paints her nails black and rocks that goth artist aesthetic, complete with dark eye makeup and black lipstick. She rarely speaks, but when she does, it’s usually to say something startlingly-insightful or incredibly mysterious. She feeds birds in the main quad on campus, to the point where they recognize her and will fly to her hand. She smells constantly of incense and can sometimes be seen rummaging around in trash cans on campus for her art installations. There is a mysterious cloaked figure on campus who rides a unicycle while blowing on bagpipes that also spew fire that everyone thinks is her, and she only smiles and fades away when anyone asks.

#aurynofhavens #Shepherds of Haven #AU #modern AU #college AU #college #university #all characters #long

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[THOMAS DOHERTY, CISMALE, HE/HIM] WHO’S THAT? OH IT’S [DALLAS WESTON]. I HEAR THEY’RE [21] AND ARE KNOWN AS [THE RICH KID ADDICT] AROUND [NEW YORK] AND HAVE A VOICE LIKE [JAMES BLAKE]. THEY'RE ALSO A [JUNIOR] AT [NYU] AND A PART OF [WNYU-FM AND WAITER AT SARDI’S]. THEY’RE KNOWN TO BE [CHARISMATIC AND FUN] AND [INDULGENT AND RECKLESS]. SOME PEOPLE SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF [STAYING OUT UNTIL THE SUN COMES UP, GOING TO CLASS HUNG OVER AND MAKING OUT WITH HIS FRIENDS].

BASICS

Full Name: dallas roy weston

Nickname: dally, dal, d

Birthday: august 8, 2021

Place of Birth: los angeles, ca

Age: twenty one

Zodiac Sign: leo☼, leo☽, sagittarius↑

Hometown: calabasas, ca

Current Residence: a lofty, spacious studio in bushwick, just underneath miles pearce’s penthouse apartment

Sexuality: heterosexual

Relationship Status: single

Education: high school diploma (oak park high school), currently enrolled at new york university

Major: music / music technology

Occupation: student / waiter at sardi’s

Activities: college radio host (wnyu-fm)

LIKES/DISLIKES

LIKES: the west coast, writing music, performing, producing, tea (the drink...but gossip works too), staying out late, party drugs, microdosing, one night stands, vacation, laughing so hard he can’t breathe, jewelry, making friends, being the center of attention, being admired, romance, the ‘talking’ stage, generosity, jam sessions

DISLIKES: having his ego bruised, being embarrassed, being ignored, reality checks, juuls, country music, feeling inferior, people who are uptight, rigidity, playing it safe, last call for alcohol

TL;DR BIO

Dallas is a charming, happy person who is just trying to live fast while he’s young. He’s a bit of a cliche—a New York transplant from Los Angeles pursuing music. He’s a generous spirit with a good heart, and sure, his overindulgence in alcohol and other substances isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but anyone willing to see past that will get the opportunity to bask in the warm light he radiates. In his opinion, it’s not that hard and it’s definitely worth it.

FULL BIO

Dallas was born to Brody and Casey Weston. Despite being named after his mother’s hometown, Dallas was born and raised in sunny Los Angeles. His mother is a high profile talent agent at ICA, best known for discovering emerging talent and catalyzing their careers, while his father continues to write and produce movies after penning the Academy Award nominated film, The Male Escort Diaries.

Growing up in the valley near Los Angeles with two successful parents working in the ever elusive ‘industry,’ it was no surprise that Dallas also took an interest in entertainment. Although he appreciates film & television and the work his parents do, his passion is and has always been music. Because his parents’ network was vast, Dallas was lucky enough to grow up around musicians—whether they be clients, colleagues or friends of the family. He started playing the piano when he was only eight years old and taught himself how to play the guitar in middle school. When his parents realized that he was serious about music, they sent him to singing lessons and began investing in his hobby when they realized he had potential.

At Oak Park High, Dallas’ winning smile and warm personality catapulted him to the top tier of the social pyramid. Was he the most popular guy at school? No, but he was definitely friends with that guy. If someone asked Dallas if he cared about popularity, he’d say no, but the reality was that he loved having his ego stroked. He liked being the life of party and the center of attention so...the admiration and praise that came with being popular didn’t just feel like a want, it felt like a need.

Dallas always considered himself a pretty average kid. He knew people with parents more famous, rich and powerful than his, so to him? He never considered himself that wealthy or whatever. He was blissfully unaware of how different his upbringing had been compared to say...some random kid from Ohio. That changed when he decided to attend New York University.

New York (specifically NYU) was definitely still riddled with snobby, rich kids...but the flip side also existed...and Dallas found that he liked the company of those kids more. The deeper he got into his education, the more he realized he didn’t want to be written off as some rich kid with connected parents. So he tends to keep his background to himself unless asked. He has a day job (although he doesn’t need one) and he works hard at school to prove himself.

When Dallas first arrived to New York, he believed the only differences between there and LA were that LA had better looking people, better food, better weather, and people with better attitudes. However, with every subway ride or new venue discovered, he realized New York had something LA didn’t. Culture. Personality. The music scene in New York was grungier and more exciting and Dallas loved it. He figured LA could stand to lose him for four years while he earned his degree. He was sure he’d be back in his hometown soon enough.

Now that he’s completing his third year at NYU, Dallas feels pretty entrenched in the city’s music scene. He’s getting consistent praise for his sound engineering and song writing, which means he’s performing at open mics more frequently, all in the hopes that one day he’ll play for the right person and get ‘discovered.’ Despite not having made it yet, Dallas is already living like a rock star. He stays out all night partying, dabbles in almost any drug that is handed to him and, on the flip side, shares his stash of party favors with anyone and everyone who so much as flashes him a smile. He has a steady rotation of sexual partners, all of whom he genuinely enjoys, but none of whom he takes seriously enough to actually commit to.

Overall, Dallas is a charming, happy person who is just trying to live fast while he’s young. He’s a generous spirit with a good heart, and sure, his overindulgence in alcohol and other substances isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but anyone willing to see past that will get the opportunity to bask in the warm light he radiates. In his opinion, it’s not that hard and it’s definitely worth it.

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E3 may have started as an industry show designed to give developers and publishers the kind of public platform that they were previously denied, but over the years, it’s become clear that the show is really all about memorable moments.

It’s sometimes easy to confuse one E3 event for another or forget which games were revealed in which year, but the thing you never forget are those moments that nearly stopped the show. While said moments certainly include shocking reveals and incredible trailers, anyone who has watched E3 over the years knows that this event is also often defined by moments so bad that they bury themselves in your brain and refuse to leave.

From wonderful presenters who remind us why we love video games to the horrors of giving Jamie Kennedy a microphone, these are the best and worst E3 moments ever:

20. Konami’s Unbelievably Bad Press Conference (E3 2010)

Konami hasn’t exactly been at the top of their game lately, but with the possible exception of the Hideo Kojima fiasco, the company’s lowest public moment has to be this truly terrible E3 2010 press conference.

It’s like Konami gave all of their presenters different drugs, a live microphone, and only the vaguest hint of what they were actually supposed to be talking about. Between the luchadors that start slapping each other for a few minutes and Thomas Nagano pretending that he had been decapitated, this conference is nearly impossible to watch if you’re at all opposed to acts of public speaking awkwardness.

19. Ikumi Nakamura Delights the World (E3 2019)

While it’s understandable that so many companies heavily script their E3 press conferences, that strategy sometimes results in the entire event coming across as frustratingly disingenuous. Nothing kills the buzz around a big new game quite like having to hear another executive dryly talk about quarterly reports and insider tech jargon.

That’s what makes Ikumi Nakamura’s speech during Bethesda’s E3 2019 conference so special. Nakamura may have described herself as “nervous,” but the energy that she brought to the stage that night can only be described as genuine. I don’t know why more speakers can’t have this much fun with their E3 presentations, but then again, most speakers aren’t Ikumi Nakamura.

18. Keanu Reeves Takes Our Breath Away (E3 2019)

The history of celebrity presenters at E3 is…not great. While most E3 celebrities try their best (with some notable exceptions we’ll discuss in a bit), it’s hard for them to shake the vibe that they are there for a paycheck and that we all just need to get through this together.

Then there’s Keanu Reeves. Moments after the world learned that Reeves would play Johnny Silverhand in Cyberpunk 2077, the star walked out onto the E3 2019 stage and received the kind of applause pop typically not heard outside of pro wrestling arenas. This was just the perfect combination of timing, star power, and delivery that most E3 celebrities couldn’t hope to match.

17. “Mr. Caffeine” Takes Awkward Presentations to a New Level (E3 2011)

Look, Aaron “Mr. Caffeine” Priceman might just be the worst E3 presenter ever. His strangely offensive humor and forced energy have inspired some to compare him to The Office’s Michael Scott, but that honestly gives this guy too much credit. There is not a moment of genuine entertainment to be found in his entire speech.

What’s really fascinating about Priceman’s presentation all these years later, though, is the popular belief that Ubisoft or Priceman may have actively been trying to troll the audience for reasons that remain unknown. Maybe Priceman went rogue on the live mic, or maybe someone at Ubisoft just wanted to get fired. There just has to be an explanation for…whatever this was.

16. Davide Soliani Reminds us Why We Love E3 (E3 2017)

Mario + Rabbids Kingdom Battle may not have been the biggest reveal at E3 2017, but watching creative director Davide Soliani cry when Shigeru Miyamoto took the stage to praise him and the game he worked on will rightfully remain the most memorable moment from that event.

While most of us would cry if Miyamoto addressed us during the biggest show of the year, the genuineness and suddenness of Soliani’s reaction really helped sell Mario + Rabbids Kingdom Battle in a way that no trailer or speech ever could have. It certainly didn’t hurt that the actual game eventually captured the joy of this pure moment.

15. Microsoft’s Painfully Long Kinect Reveal (E3 2010)

You can’t talk about defining E3 moments without including at least one botched peripheral reveal, but which botched peripheral reveal to choose? Joe McHale awkwardly suffering through a game of Ubisoft’s Battle Tag? Sony almost sinking their brand with the infamous Wonderbook? Wii Music…Wii Music?

In the end, this honor goes to the Kinect reveal for the simple fact that Microsoft chose to devote so much of their 2010 E3 stage time to show off a device that clearly wasn’t ready for primetime. It’s one thing that the Kinect often didn’t work properly during the presentation – that’s fairly standard for E3 failures – but the moment that a parade of unenthusiastic participants bombarded the stage to participate in awkward white water rafting, fake popcorn eating, and extended yoga sessions, Microsoft ensured that everyone in attendance was not going to buy a Kinect out of sheer spite.

14. Gabe Newell Appears During Sony’s E3 Conference (E3 2010)

The word “surreal” has joined the likes of “epic” in the category of “Words that the people of the internet have collectively watered down.” Whereas surreal used to be used to describe a situation so out of the ordinary that it’s almost dreamlike, now surreal can be used to describe seeing someone eating a Whopper at McDonald’s.

So far as truly surreal E3 moments go, however, Gabe Newell’s 2010 appearance has to be near the top of the list. At a time when Valve was considered to be one of the most clandestine game studios in the world, the god of the PC master race himself took the stage at a Sony press conference of all things to announce that Portal 2 was coming to the PlayStation 3. While the sight of Gabe at E3 on a competitor’s stage was odd enough, this moment has only become even more surreal as time wears on and Valve slowly shuffles away from the whole game development thing.

13. Bethesda Hosts the Perfect Press Conference (E3 2015)

While non-console manufacturers getting their own E3 conference wasn’t entirely unheard of by the time that Bethesda took the stage at E3 2015, it was a bit unusual for all but the industry’s most powerful manufacturers to get their own stage time at the biggest event of the year. Sure, Bethesda was a fairly beloved game developer, but an entire E3 press conference devoted to the studio? How was that going to work?

Bethesda showed everyone exactly how it was going to work by pulling off what could arguably be described as the perfect E3 press conference. It began with shockingly good footage of Doom, continued with the much-anticipated debut of Dishonored 2, and concluded with a Fallout 4 reveal that was made all the more shocking by the announcement that the game would be released in a few months. Bethesda’s 2015 presentation set a new gold standard for game-focused conferences and proved that the right studio could steal the show from anyone.

12. Reggie Fils-Aime Introduces Himself to the Gaming World (E3 2004)

It’s not that there hadn’t been memorable Nintendo E3 moments before 2004, but rather that many of the studio’s most memorable E3 moments earned that distinction for all the wrong reasons. Nintendo had long struggled to properly present themselves within the constraints of the E3 format while Sony and Microsoft were well on their way to mastering the subtle art of the E3 press conference.

That all changed the very moment that Reggie Fils-Aime kicked off Nintendo’s E3 2004 press conference by saying, “My name is Reggie. I’m about kicking ass, I’m about taking names, and we’re about making games.” Fils-Aime gave Nintendo an undeniably charismatic on-stage presence that none of their previous E3 conferences had benefited from. While many of Reggie’s quips would go on to become internet memes (most notably, “My body is ready”) there is no denying that he became the centerpiece for one of the greatest E3 presentations any major studio has ever given.

11. Kevin Butler Delivers the Only Funny Presentation in E3 History (E3 2010)

For a brief period of time, the world got to enjoy the genius that was the Kevin Butler marketing campaign. For those who don’t remember, Kevin Butler was a fictional PlayStation executive who starred in a series of commercials that featured him answering various questions from PlayStation fans. They were genuinely funny and clever adverts that broke the mold of awkward video game commercials in a big way.

While actor Jerry Lambert’s appearance at E3 2010 as the one and only Kevin Butler could have been an utter disaster, it instead turned out to be one of the few attempts at a funny E3 presentation that was actually funny. Actually, it might be the only comedic E3 presentation to not completely bomb. Butler quip that “Gaming is having a ridiculously huge TV in a tiny one-bedroom apartment” and still lives in infamy.

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10. Jamie Kennedy Secures His Status As the Worst E3 Celebrity Presenter Ever (E3 2007)

On the complete opposite end of the Kevin Butler presentation, we have Mr. Jamie Kennedy. Now, some of you fortunate souls may have never heard of Kennedy. If that is the case, just know that Kennedy was a self-stylized comedian who specialized in mocking other people. For instance, if he noticed you were a larger individual, he may make a remark about your excess fat and proceed to make a 50-year-old observation about how it could affect your daily life. He presumably made millions of dollars doing this.

Kennedy’s career low point may be the moment that he drunkenly took the stage at Activision’s E3 2007 conference and proceeded to put on a miniature comedy spectacle that only those with an abnormal tolerance for awkward comedy will ever be able to watch in full. It was bad enough that Kennedy wasn’t funny (“Neversoft…wasn’t that the first name for Viagra?”), but when he resorted to insulting the audience and industry, he ensured that he would become the gold standard for awkward E3 celebrity presenters.

9. The Final Fantasy VII Remake Genuinely Surprises Millions (E3 2015)

At a certain point, video game wishes turn into inside jokes. The most obvious example of this phenomenon is certainly Half-Life 3, but there are many games which fans dream of and talk about for so long that they eventually become memes. For years, Final Fantasy VII‘s remake was such a game. Square Enix had used footage of such a title as part of a tech demo, but fans long stopped believing the studio would actually make it.

That is until E3 2015 when Final Fantasy fans across the world were suddenly looking at a very real remake of Final Fantasy VII. This is a deceivingly simple moment in the history of E3 that is amplified by just how rare it is for a game like Final Fantasy VII to actually appear at E3. While the remake still isn’t out yet – which is rarely a great sign – the moment of the reveal itself really summarizes why E3 is sometimes a very special event

8. Half-Life 2 Exceeds Impossible Expectations (E3 2003)

In 2003, Half-Life 2 was about as mythical to the average gamer as Half-Life 3 is now. Most people knew that Valve was going to release a new Half-Life, but few felt that there was any chance of the sequel surpassing the standard the original had set. Half-Life was one of the most revolutionary games ever made. To convince everyone that Half-Life 2 was going to be just as special, Valve would have needed to put together quite the presentation.

So, that’s what they did. The first Half-Life 2 footage showcased things that gamers simply had never seen before. True physics-based combat, the innovative gravity gun, A.I. that felt dynamic, and seamless cinematic storytelling all highlighted a roughly 20-minute video that left gamers feeling like they’d just seen the exciting future of the industry play out before their eyes. It’s everything you hope a major game reveal will be.

7. A Single Battle Nearly Determines the Xbox One/PlayStation 4 Console War (E3 2013)

At E3 2013, Microsoft and Sony were scheduled to reveal their respective next-gen consoles. Microsoft, who was coming off the wildly successful Xbox 360, kicked off the festivities with an Xbox One presentation that many have since described as the company’s biggest failure. The initial Xbox One design was not only expensive and reliant on the controversial Kinect but required users to always be online, wasn’t backward compatible, and may or may not have allowed people to play used games. It was a spectacular PR disaster.

Sony followed that up with a PS4 reveal that was simply sublime. Not only was the PlayStation 4 cheaper than the Xbox One, but Sony even modified its planned conference in ways that allowed them to take plenty of shots at Microsoft’s failed Xbox One reveal. It was a presentation designed to please the masses and it succeeded in every way possible. While many E3s feature console war battles, few battles have ever ended up dictating the success of individual consoles quite the way that this one did.

6. For Better and Worse, the Halo 2 Reveal Sets a New Standard (E3 2003)

You had to be around for Halo to truly appreciate what Halo meant. Halo not only gave millions a reason to buy the Xbox; it showed those same gamers that consoles could offer up a first-person shooter experience largely free from compromise. It was a unique title that became a true phenomenon in a matter of weeks. Needless to say, the hype surrounding an eventual sequel was at a fevered pitch by the time E3 2003 rolled around.

The Halo 2 reveal represents the good and bad of E3 game reveals. The good is obviously the moment of the reveal itself. The first footage of Halo 2 received an audible “pop” of applause typically reserved for major moments during championship games. It was a wave of relief and anticipation just gushing out at full force. On the bad side of things is what happened after the incredible footage aired. Bungie later admitted that they could not replicate the footage that they showed at E3 and had to basically rebuild Halo 2 from scratch. The success of the Halo 2 reveal and the unreasonable hype it generated has come to be all too typical.

5. The Zelda: Twilight Princess Trailer Caps off Nintendo’s Greatest E3 Presentation (E3 2004)

It’s easy to make fun of Nintendo. Fun, too. For instance, one could say something like, “Why did Nintendo cross the road? Because it was the least efficient way possible of getting to where they were going.” For as many, many mistakes as Nintendo has made at E3 over the years, the company’s 2004 presentation stands as the company’s one perfect presentation. Not only did it feature the aforementioned Reggie Fils-Aime introduction, but it introduced gamers to the Nintendo DS (arguably the greatest handheld gaming device ever made) and even offered up the first public reference to the console that would become the Nintendo Wii.

However, the best was certainly saved for last. At a time when many Zelda fans were still upset that Nintendo had abandoned a more mature style of Zelda game in favor of Wind Waker’s Saturday morning cartoon visuals, Nintendo came along and debuted the decidedly mature and dark first trailer for Twilight Princess. The reveal was topped off by Shigeru Miyamoto gracing the stage with shield and sword gleefully in hand. It was the kind of moment that only Nintendo could deliver.

4. Killzone 2’s First Footage Kicks Off 12+ Years of Trailer Controversy (E3 2005)

In many ways, E3 is about hope. Those that watch it are certainly hoping they will see great games revealed for the first time, but they also hope that E3 will show them something entirely unexpected. Not a game or a console necessarily, but rather a brief glimpse into an unimaginable future. In 2005, Sony offered that window into the future when they revealed the first trailer for Killzone 2. To say that Killzone 2 looked better than any other game on the market at that time would be a drastic understatement. Killzone 2 looked like it was hand-delivered from 10 years into the future.

Actually, that’s not too far off. Right after the Killzone 2 footage stopped rolling, speculation concerning the authenticity of the footage began. The conversation that followed included phrases like “in-engine footage” that have now become all too commonplace in a world where doctored trailers are perfectly normal. For better or worse, the Killzone 2 footage was a true innovator.

3. Sony Almost Kills the PlayStation Brand with One Awful Presentation (E3 2006)

We’ve picked on Microsoft’s bad E3 presentations a couple of times throughout this list – with good reason, mind you – but in the interest of complete fairness, let’s talk about why no company’s E3 presentation will ever be quite as disastrous as Sony’s E3 2006 spectacular. Sony’s 2006 E3 conference revolved around the formal reveal of the PlayStation 3. Given that the PlayStation 2 was far and away the world’s most popular console, the reveal of the PlayStation 3 should have been a simple way for Sony to retain its market dominance.

Instead, they seemingly went out of their way to sink the PlayStation name. It began humbly enough with the reveal of the PlayStation 3’s gaudy $599 price point (for the top tier model) and continued when the Genji development team promised to show us a game based on authentic Japanese history before revealing footage of players attacking a giant enemy crab’s glowing weak point for massive damage. This is also the conference that gave us the “Riiiiiiddddgggee Racer!” meme, the world’s dullest tech footage, and the promise of a gimmick-free console that was immediately undone by the introduction of three or four major console gimmicks.

2. Metal Gear Solid 2 Makes Games the Star of E3 (E3 2000)

In its early days, E3 was much more of a traditional industry trade show. While early E3 conventions featured occasional surprises, big announcements, and all the usual spectacle, the first E3 shows didn’t really emphasize the excitement of individual game reveals. Generally speaking, technology and industry ruled the day.

In many ways, Metal Gear Solid 2 changed that dynamic. The Metal Gear Solid 2 trailer shown at E3 2000 was long (over 19 minutes), traditionally cinematic, and entirely devoid of developer voiceover. It wasn’t quite the kind of trailer you’d expect to precede the release of a major film, but it was certainly different from any game trailer released before it. Even people who didn’t care about Metal Gear Solid walked away from the event talking about this footage. From that point on, developers knew that a single game could dominate E3 headlines.

1. Sony Establishes Two Dynasties with a Single Number (E3 1995)

In some ways, it’s appropriate that the very first E3 featured the definitive E3 moment. Then again, given how much E3 has evolved over the years, it’s also somewhat surprising that no moment has ever topped this showstopping reveal.

It began with the Sega Saturn. Sega took to the humble E3 1995 stage and debuted a sizzle reel of all the great things the Sega Saturn could do and how it would change the world forever. It was your standard E3 presentation complete with awkward live-action segments. Shortly thereafter, a Sega exec informed those in attendance that they could purchase the Sega Saturn right now for the low price of $399. He then confidently exited the stage at which point the gentleman from Sony took to the platform, said “$299,” and exited. By undercutting the Sega Saturn by $100, Sony sealed the fate of the Sega Saturn in North America. In the process, they kicked off an entirely new era of gaming and established E3 as the one must-watch show every year.

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WELCOME TO THE CHOIR ROOM, DALLAS WESTON (thomas doherty fc),

here is your SCHEDULE! you have twenty-four hours to turn in your account and post an intro. good luck and have fun with the semester!

[THOMAS DOHERTY, CISMALE, HE/HIM] WHO’S THAT? OH IT’S [DALLAS WESTON]. I HEAR THEY’RE [21] AND ARE KNOWN AS [THE RICH KID ADDICT] AROUND [NEW YORK] AND HAVE A VOICE LIKE [JAMES BLAKE]. THEY’RE ALSO A [JUNIOR] AT [NYU] AND A PART OF [WNYU-FM AND WAITER AT SARDI’S]. THEY’RE KNOWN TO BE [CHARISMATIC AND FUN] AND [INDULGENT AND RECKLESS]. SOME PEOPLE SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF [STAYING OUT UNTIL THE SUN COMES UP, GOING TO CLASS HUNG OVER AND MAKING OUT WITH HIS FRIENDS].

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At Oak Park High, Dallas’ winning smile and warm personality catapulted him to the top tier of the social pyramid. Was he the most popular guy at school? No, but he was definitely friends with that guy. If someone asked Dallas if he cared about popularity, he’d say no, but the reality was that he loved having his ego stroked. He liked being the life of party and the center of attention so…the admiration and praise that came with being popular didn’t just feel like a want, it felt like a need.

Dallas always considered himself a pretty average kid. He knew people with parents more famous, rich and powerful than his, so to him? He never considered himself that wealthy or whatever. He was blissfully unaware of how different his upbringing had been compared to say…some random kid from Ohio. That changed when he decided to attend New York University.

New York (specifically NYU) was definitely still riddled with snobby, rich kids…but the flip side also existed…and Dallas found that he liked the company of those kids more. The deeper he got into his education, the more he realized he didn’t want to be written off as some rich kid with connected parents. So he tends to keep his background to himself unless asked. He has a day job (although he doesn’t need one) and he works hard at school to prove himself.

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All of your life you had loved the idea of love. Just the thought of sharing your life with someone--every hope, dream, struggle, and passion--filled you to the brim with an overwhelming feeling of warmth. You’d often see lovers around you: an elderly couple on a park bench, two new parents with a stroller, or two young teenagers sharing a milkshake at some burger joint. Love was everywhere, but somehow you never found someone of your own.

You had always imagined yourself finding someone special, getting married, and having kids by 27. Countless times you would play out romantic scenarios in your head where you’d run into a handsome stranger, or brush hands with someone when you reach for the same book at a library. It was the thoughts of a hopeless romantic, but you couldn’t help but fantasize.

After no luck in high school at finding love, you told yourself that you had lots of time to find someone. You were only just eighteen after all, and you still had years to stay on track with your domestic plans. But as time relentlessly moves onward, life gets complicated and bigger and more important things consume your attention. Love becomes a forgotten hope.

Now, at age 25, you’ve found that you have matured a lot since high school. You pursued a higher education, took many internship opportunities, and found yourself working as a pro-hero for the past three years. You have really made a name for yourself as Lady Luck in the hero business, quickly rising on the popularity charts to a comfortable spot at number 8.

Now, you’d think with a quirk as cool as Luck you’d be able to find true love fairly quickly, right? Wrong. Sure, while Luck was great for school, battle, lotteries, every day conveniences, and literally any other thing you could think of, the one area you seemed to be unlucky in was love.

Admittedly, you found yourself thinking less about love and more about your work. To say you were married to your work would be an accurate statement, though one you disliked hearing. It only served as a reminder that you only had two more years to fall in love, get married, and start a family. Truthfully, you had begun to realize that such a feat was nearly impossible, and that giving yourself a deadline had been a foolhardy mistake on your part; suddenly you were in a position where you were set up for failure. How could you possibly reach your unrealistic expectations in such a short amount of time?

You didn’t have much time to worry about it, though. Crime never slept, and the safety and wellbeing of the city and its citizens was your top priority now. Sure, it was always in good fun when talk show hosts asked about any secret romances, but you could almost always hear a disappointed sigh from the audience when they heard your lack luster answer. Hey! It wasn’t your fault that being a hero was a full time gig. You didn’t have time for love anymore, and even if you did, you’d never had the opportunity to explore it.

So imagine your surprise when you got a call one night from one of the largest channels on television. “Is this Lady Luck’s hero line?” came a distorted voice over the telephone. Sitting at your desk, you cleared your throat.

“Yes, hello, how may I help you?” you asked, only partially listening to the call as you filled in some paper-work at your desk. For you, work never seemed to end, even if crime rates had drastically dropped within the past year. It seemed that with all the new up and coming heroes popping up everywhere, villains were in a constant shortage.

“(Y/n) (L/n),” the voice spoke your civilian name over the line, surprising you. “I would like to cordially invite you to participate in our new televised dating show, “Love in Limelight.” You would be paid accordingly with your involvement, and you may even find a chance at love!”

Nearly choking, you coughed into the phone, quickly taking a sip of water to calm yourself. “E-Excuse me?” your voice came out shaky, stunned. “I-I think you must be mistaken. I’m very busy at my hero company and have no time for a cheesy romance show.”

The man on the other end had you beat, however. “Not so, Ms. Luck! We’ve already spoken with your employers at Four-Leaf Hero Agency and they’ve already cleared you to partake in the show. We only need you to sign the paperwork.”

You felt your legs go numb. The agency was already on board? No doubt they viewed it as a publicity boost gone cash cow; and, with crime so low, you needed as many opportunities as possible to stay in your position within the top ten.

Still, despite the advantages, something about going on a publicized dating television show seemed nerve-wracking to you. You haven’t had much luck in romance before, and now they wanted you to start dating on cable tv? It had messy written all over it.

“Thank you for the offer,” you began slowly, “But I’m not sure if I’m the best choice for the show.” It was a wimpy excuse, you knew, but you were running out of ideas.

The voice on the other end of the line hardly missed a beat. “Of course you are, (Y/n)! The public loves you, and people have been dying to see you find a romantic partner for well over a year now! You’re young, attractive, successful, and single! We’ll knock that last one off right away for you on show!”

Ahh, nothing like some salt in the wound. Feeling your lips purse tightly, you thought about your options. You could agree to the show and put up with it for a few months, or deny it and face the wrath of your employers. They’d been bugging you about finding someone for a while as well, and no doubt they had a few personal ulterior motives to try and get you on the show.

Releasing a sigh, you shifted the phone slightly in your clammy hands. “Fine,” you said, giving in. “I’ll do the show. When should I begin packing?”

You could hear the smile in the man’s voice as he spoke again, a pen clicking on the other end of the line. “Immediately, my dear! We’re announcing you live on air tomorrow night at 7pm sharp! Don’t be late~” You swallowed, and after a brief goodbye, the phone call ended.

You stared at the half-finished paperwork on your illuminated desk, setting the phone down slowly. Your mind was fuzzy and your eyes were heavy. What had you just gotten yourself into?

The next morning, you found yourself waking up early to meet with your employers and the show executives. Upon signing the necessary paperwork, you felt your toes curl nervously. There was no going back now. Sharing a lunch in the conference room, the producers explained the premise of the show to you.

You’d be the center bachelorette of a dating show, with 21 contestants each competing for your heart. Every two weeks, a rose ceremony will be held where you will need to select which contestants move on to the next round. The end of the show will result in an engagement with whoever you choose to give the final rose to. The show will take place on a remote island destination away from public interference. Social media during filming is prohibited.

The rules went on and on, and you felt weak at the knees. An engagement at the end of the show? You couldn’t seem the stomach the thought of being engaged within 5 months. Is five months even enough time to find love, and between 21 contestants at that?!

The whole situation felt surreal to you, though you didn’t have much time to stress over it. Within two hours you were already getting prepped by the makeup crew for the live interview that was going to take place that night. As a pro hero, you’ve gone to countless interviews and talk shows, but somehow this one felt different.

You were nervous beyond belief, and the feeling was new to you. Being lucky and all, you didn’t have a lot to be worried about as things often fall in your favor. But now, you couldn’t help but activate your quirk every once in a while to keep a little excess luck on hand.

Once dressed and prepped for the cameras, you waited in the green room, feeling anxious. One or two of the stage girls waited with you, talking cheerfully. Both were clearly excited at the news of you going on a dating show, and you tried to share their sentiment. After a moment, the show was on air and the host, Present Mic, was just beginning to welcome the viewers when the girls began to lead you out from your room backstage.

Shoes clicking on the floor beneath you, you fold your hands and pulled the best smile you could as you waited offstage. After years in the public eye, you learned how to give an excellent show!

“And now, to introduce our first ever bachelorette!” Present Mic spoke enthusiastically into his microphone, earning a loud chorus of cheers from the live audience. “Now everyone, let’s give a loud, warm welcome to…” Ever the showman, he paused for a moment. “(Y/n) (L/n), our very own Lady Luck!!!”

The crowd erupted into an explosion of noise as your name was called, and before you knew it, you were walking onto stage and waving to the audience. Present Mic grinned at you from behind his shades, standing and clapping for you as you took your seat near him. As the cheers began to die down, he took his seat next to you and folded his hands across his desk.

“Welcome, Ms. Luck,” Present Mic spoke, smiling at you. It seemed as though both heroes and civilians alike were excited to hear the news about you.

“Hello, Mic, thanks for having me! It’s great to be back,” you spoke sweetly, earning another few cheers from some of your more excited fans.

Grinning, Present Mic waggled his eyebrows at you. “So, it seems as though you were hiding quite the secret from us! How does it feel to be the first bachelorette on the new show Love in Limelight?”

Thoughts raced through your head. How did you feel? That was easy. You felt like you were going to throw up from all the butterflies bouncing around your stomach. “I feel so ecstatic, Mic! I can’t wait to meet everyone and find my lucky someone.” You earned a few laughs from your cheeky pun, and Present Mic shook his head in amusement.

“You always were a cute one, (Y/n)!” he said, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. “I guess what we all want to know is, why did you wait so long to look for someone? It seems as though you’ve chosen to be single for a while now, as you’ve mentioned on shows in the past. So what changed that you want to find love now?”

‘Chosen’. Hah. As if you had much choice in the matter. How do you choose whether or not to be in love? Why was everyone so interested in your love-life anyways? Can’t a girl save some lives as a hero without needing to be the subject of romantic interest? Though deep down you knew you wanted to find love, the fact that this journey was going to be public still made you feel uncertain.

“Well Mic, I was always very interested and busy in my career, as many of you know!” A few head nods and hums of approval followed your comment. “Though I think what changed is that I’m ready to find love now! Crime rates have been at an all time low for a year now, giving heroes like me a chance to experience some of life’s other gifts!”

“What sort of “gifts” are you looking forward to on the show?” Present Mic suggested with a wink, earning some whistles and hollers from the crowd. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly, and knew you were beginning to blush.

“A-Ah, Mic!” you scolded playfully, feeling embarrassed. Earning a laugh from the host, you continued, smiling bashfully. “But, I’m afraid I can’t disclose any of that. Don’t want any spoilers now, do we?”

A few aww’s resonated from the crowd, but you only smiled at Mic, who grinned back. “Well, knowing you, I’m sure you’ll be very, very lucky in the following months!”

Face blooming again, you forced yourself to laugh with the crowd at his innuendos. “You rascal!” you teased, willing away the blush on your cheeks.

Sparing you from any more embarrassment, Present Mic concluded the interview. “Well, we wish you all the best as you fly out to the island tomorrow, (Y/n)!” The crowd was already slowly growing in applause. “Thank you so much for joining us tonight, and we can’t wait to see the first episode of Love in Limelight premiering next Friday!” Turning to address the cameras, he gave the closing words before commercial. “Lady Luck, everyone! We’ll be right back after this short break!”

The camera lights shut off, and you felt yourself release a breath. Standing up, you managed to tone out the cheers of the live audience as Present Mic rose from his desk to embrace you in a hug. Whispering quietly to you, he spoke some words of encouragement. “You’ll do fine, my dear.” A wave of excited energy passed through him suddenly. “And, besides!” he added, “I’ll be co-hosting the show! So I’ll get to see all of your progress live~!”

“A-Ah, I’m so glad!” you forced out, still uncomfortable with the idea of people watching you struggle at dating. Escorted back off stage, you only managed to get changed in the dressing room briefly before you had to leave the studio. Tomorrow morning you had a flight to catch.

By the time the private jet had landed, you had gotten an excellent tour of the island from a bird’s eye view. It was honestly a gorgeous sight! White sandy beaches and lush green vegetation. The whole island seemed as though it was a billionaire’s playground, and you could hardly believe you were going to spend the next 5 months in this paradise.

Stepping off the plane, you didn’t even have to grab your luggage as copious crew members moved to settle you in. Looking up, you noticed none other than pro-hero Midnight walking toward you with open arms.

“(Y/n)!” she called, quickly enveloping you in a tight hug. You could feel her breasts pressed against you, and you swallowed down the awkwardness on your part as you returned her embrace.

“So good to finally have you here! When the producers asked me to host, I just had to say yes! It’s so exciting that you’re our little miss bachelorette!” As she pulled back and winked at you, you looked up at her with a shy smile.

“Ah, that’s what everyone has been telling me,” you joked. “You must be co-hosting with Present Mic then?” Midnight nodded her head at your question.

“Yes, but he’s still on his flight. He’s a bit late because of complications with the talk show. But enough of that, why don’t I take you to your suite, hmm?” Midnight turned and began to walk with you, leaving your things for the crew to move in.

As you moved away from the flight area, Midnight helped you into a limo, a chauffeur already seated behind the wheel. As she got into the seat across from you, you were a little overwhelmed at how luxurious everything was. Everything seemed as if it was all happening so fast.

You stared in awe out the window as the culture and vivacity of the island moved past the glass. Truthfully, the limousine attracted a few glances as it weaved down the town roads of the indigenous people on the island; it certainly wasn’t the type of car they typically saw around here.

The car ride was about 45 minutes, and as you pulled up the grand drive to the private property you would be staying, you were at a loss for words. A large beach house towered over you, but surrounding it was a small village area of tropical huts, pools, beaches, bars, and all sorts of amenities. You couldn’t believe how fancy and gorgeous this place was, and the fact that you’d be living here was beyond your comprehension.

“It’s so empty,” you murmured to Midnight. “Where is everyone?” Midnight stepped out of the car as it parked just in front of the beach house. As you stepped out after her, you could immediately taste the sea on the air. It was practically in the backyard!

Midnight hummed. “They haven’t arrived yet. The 21 contestants fly in later this evening, and you’ll be their greeter for the cocktail party tonight.”

Walking, you followed her up the stairs and into the beach house, cocking your head slightly at her words. “Cocktail party?” you asked curiously.

Midnight hummed again, giving you a tour of the house seeing as you’d be staying there for a while. “Yep! Before each rose ceremony there will be a cocktail party. For tonight, however, the cocktail party is simply an introductory event. You’ll also have an impression rose that you’ll give out. The impression rose just means that they’ll automatically move onto the next round because they made a good first impression on you!” She smiled. “Hopefully you can remember all of their names!”

You nodded slowly, taking in all of the information she was throwing at you. Right...21 was an awful lot of people! Eventually reaching your room, Midnight opened the door for you. “And this,” she spoke, “is your room. I’ll leave you to settle in. In the closet is a dress you’ll need to wear for greeting the contestants tonight. Once you’re ready, we’ll need you to come down at 6:00pm sharp in the garden!”

Nodding your head, Midnight closed the door, leaving you in your rather large room. You released a breath, already feeling overwhelmed with everything going on. Turning your head to the left, you noticed the large wooden balcony overlooking the beach. A light ocean breeze blew the sheer curtains toward you gently, calling you toward the balcony.

Listening to the call of the sea, you walked outside onto the balcony, hearing the sound of the waves ebb onto the sand just a short distance away from your room. Seagulls cried overhead, and the sun bounced golden rays off the waves. You felt the tenseness in your shoulders relax a bit as you closed your eyes and listened.

The buzzing noise in your head seemed to clear away enough for you to form understandable thoughts. You were finally here. Within two days you’d been recruited and flown out to an island for this television show. Within two hours, 21 people will be arriving where you’d greet them one by one in the garden and onto the estate. Of those 21 people, you’d be engaged to one of them by the end of 5 months.

You released a shuddering breath. Suddenly being married and pregnant by age 27 didn’t seem so impossible anymore. In fact, the thought of potentially having a family so soon was nauseating. Maybe...maybe the person you fall in love with didn’t even want kids. Did you even want kids? You were only 25, a pro-hero at that, and suddenly you felt like a kid with no idea what to do. You had saved countless lives, have been through so many challenging and dangerous situations, but you found yourself anxious at the thought of growing up. You were still young, and you could feel your life changing before your very eyes.

Feeling distant, you sat at a patio chair and leaned back, trying to relax the worries and insecurities racing through your mind. What if out of 21 people, you didn’t find...anyone to love you? What would you do then…

After an hour or so of trying to calm your internal civil war, you made your way back indoors toward your closet. Stepping into it, you spotted the dress instantly; it was a gorgeous, sexy red floor-length dress that seemed more expensive than anything you’ve ever worn before. Blinking the stars out of your eyes, you quickly changed into the clothing and prepared to greet your prospective dates.

Once you felt confident in your appearance, you gave yourself a small thumbs up in the mirror. Time to make some good first impressions. Checking the time, you exhaled. 5:45pm...in fifteen minutes, the first contestant would be arriving to meet you in the garden. As you walked to the garden, you could feel your heart beat painfully against your chest.

You could be meeting the love of your life in just 15 minutes.

Reaching the garden, you saw Midnight and Present Mic, who’s plane had finally landed. They each hugged you upon seeing you, and somehow they seemed to sense your nerves. “(Y/n), there’s no need to be nervous,” Midnight spoke, all hints of her usual teasing gone from her voice. “Just have fun with this. Everything will happen in its own time.”

Present Mic nodded his head, giving you a thumbs up. “They’re going to love you!” You smiled slightly at their encouragement, feeling a little better. Whatever happens, they’d be there to support you through the journey. After a few moments, both Midnight and Present Mic left to wait in the parlor where the cocktail party will be hosted, leaving you alone in the garden.

Clearing your throat, you smoothed out your dress before folding your hands in front of you, looking and waiting for anyone to arrive. Your thumbs twiddled, and you tried not to look around for any of the hidden cameras.

The sound of a car pulling up brought your attention back to the reality of the current situation, and looking up you saw a black car park on the driveway right at the end of the garden.

The chauffeur exited the car and walked around to open the door for the mysterious first person. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Out of habit, you snapped your fingers a few times to muster whatever luck you could.

The door opened, and clad in formal wear stepped out...

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