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backmuscles21 · 3 months

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Watching You

Tsu'tey x Reader

Summary: He loves you, but he doesn't know if you like him back. When he sees you sneaking off, he just wants to ensure your safety. He comes across something that would hurt him way more than it would hurt you.

Warnings - mild sexual content, voyeurism, masturbation, suggestive themes, peeping tom Tsu'tey

You didn’t miss a lot from your human life, there wasn’t anything that was more important than living on Pandora. You found yourself not missing your clothes, electricity or other personal artifacts. You just loved being here and being with the people and seeing everything this gorgeous place had to offer. However, you had to admit, if you had to pick one thing that you missed it would be technology. What you missed the most was your phone and not because you wanted to text old friends or look at photos or Google things. It was only for the music; you didn’t mind the songs here but you missed your different genres and English.

You missed throwing on a Playlist and dancing and singing your heart out regardless of how well you could sing it. You just wanted to throw on a Playlist and dance around the forest, singing the songs was okay but having the real thing is better. You wanted the beat, you wanted the fast-paced songs, and you wanted to dance without having to worry about singing as well.

So, when you went to the lab to visit some of the scientists, you ended up talking with Norm about some experiments they were doing on some of the flora. You ended up going to your old bunk from when you were still linking in, it was only recently that you got permanently put into this body. You looked at some of your old stuff, none of which you really missed. Then you came across your phone, you pressed the power button. Dead, of course, it would be, it’s been over a year since you’ve touched it. You left your room and brought it out to Norm to see if he could charge it for you.

He smiled and said he’d see what he could do, the thought alone of listening to some of your favourite songs again made you smile. You left the lab that day making a mental note to head over tomorrow to see if it was fully charged. You walked back into the village to see Jake with his kids, you waved to them as you continued on. That's when you heard the call of the warriors coming back, they just got back from a successful hunt. You watched as Tsu’tey rode in on his dire horse, he looked gorgeous as always.

He got off his mount and helped the rest of the warriors carry in their spoils. You tried to make it look not super obvious that you were drooling over him. You kept trying to look away, you watched as girls ran up to their mates and hugged them. You wished to do that with Tsu’tey but he would never, not with a sky demon or so you thought. He would never admit it but he grew to like you a lot, he loved your will, your strive and your passion. He liked to watch you as much as you watched him, it just never happened to overlap.

You kept moving to head back to finish your chores for the day, you couldn’t wait to sneak off into the forest tomorrow and dance around.

When you woke up the next day, you couldn’t wait to get to the lab to get that phone. You thought of the songs you’d listen to first and the ones you’d dance to. You raced to the lab to see Norm, he caught sight of you and smiled at you, he knew what you were here for.

“I got it.”

You gave him a big smile, the happiness spread across your face.

“Thank you, Norm.”

“Once a city girl, always a city girl.”

“I am full Na’vi. I don’t miss it. I just miss my music.”

“I’ve heard your music. Your taste is terrible.”

“Oh yeah, 'cause it’s sooo much better than yours.”

“It always will be.”

You started to head out, “you wish.”

“No, you wish your music was as good as mine.”

“Mine's better and it always will be. At least mine won’t put you to sleep.”

“At least mine wouldn’t give me a heart attack.”

You laughed as you opened the airlock, “bye Norm. Thank you.”

“You know it,” Norm said as you closed the door.

You started to walk off into the forest, the device was small in your Na’vi hands. You pulled up your music app and looked through your songs, even seeing the titles made you giddy. You started to look through some of your favourite songs to dance to. You ran off deeper into the forest, you wanted some privacy, and you knew that your English songs wouldn’t be understood. Not to mention the beat and the words would be so foreign to the native Na’vis, that you didn’t want anyone to be angry at you.

You found a good secluded spot and you chose a song, one of your favourites that was fun to dance to and good to get back to dancing. Your dancing could be very reminiscent of both club dancing and professionally choreographed moves. You just did what you felt from the songs, you were having fun, and you moved your legs, arms, body, hips, and waist. You had dropped to the forest floor and did some fun floor work, rolling to your back and getting back up.

You felt the adrenaline coursing, you were having the time of your life dancing around like you used to. After several songs, you felt tired, you were breathing deeply and you decided to head back to your home. This was the first of many trips out to the forest to dance and to the lab to recharge the phone. One thing you didn’t pick up on was the man who watched you every night run off into the forest and the fact that he was getting antsy to find out what you were doing.

It was about a week ago that Tsu’tey caught on to you running off into the forest when you had free time later in the day. He wanted to know what you were doing, what was going on, and if you were okay or not. He decided to follow you, it was in your best interest, at least that’s what he told himself. He has liked you for a while and wanted to start courting you, but for the first time in his life, he was a coward. You were so amazing and so bright and beautiful; he couldn’t face your possible rejection.

He followed you from a distance, still enough to see you but ensuring that you wouldn’t catch sight of him. He watched you set a small black rectangle onto the ground, he watched as you pressed it a few times and then he heard a sound come out. The sound was something he’d never heard before and something he couldn’t understand. He knew you were a sky demon, so he imagined that this was something from your world and that whatever he was hearing was something you enjoyed which was evident by your facial expression.

Then he watched as your body moved, he scanned your whole body and his eyes landed on your hips, they watched your hips intensely. Tsu’tey would never call himself a pervert, but right now he felt just as dirty as one. For what he was doing, he was invading your privacy, but he couldn’t look away, your body was just too enticing. His eyes moved as your hips did, he watched you move from side to side, it was turning him on big time and he had to stop but he couldn’t pull away. He wanted to court you properly, give you a choice, give you a fair chance to accept him and offer yourself to him. He didn’t want to touch himself while he watched you dance around and sing these songs. He knew what you were doing to him, he knew how turned on he was watching your body, and he was resisting his primal urges. However, he couldn’t resist forever, his eyes barely blinked, and he didn’t want to not see you move.

He knew this felt wrong, he knew he was terrible to do this, and he knew the great mother was watching him do this foul act, but he just couldn’t help himself. He slowly took his erect cock out and slowly stroked it, it felt so good to give himself some sort of relief. Your body didn’t stop moving, the sounds would change and you’d dance differently, your dancing was so much sexier than what he’d seen other Na’vi women do. He was happy that he noticed you left and that he decided to follow you.

He kept stroking himself, squeezing lightly, his eyes wouldn’t leave your body. His breaths were low and shallow, he was whimpering slightly, and he was so turned on. He had never done this before or wanted to do this, but you did things to him, terrible things. You made his most primal desires heightened, he wanted more of you, and you made him want to mate with you right here right now.

Luckily, your music covered up his sounds and Tsu’tey was a hunter he was good at staying hidden and quiet. You were moving your body so fast and you were not surveying your area, you’d never had seen him. However, Tsu’tey wasn’t hunting, he wasn’t being smart, he was horny, and he wasn’t careful. You saw someone’s leg, you saw the blue skin of a Na’vi, and you moved around enough to see this person’s face, it was Tsu’tey. Did you have a major crush on him, yes, was him watching you turning you on, yes.

You watched his face a little more, his facial expressions told you a little of what might be happening. You almost didn’t believe what your brain was telling you, the Na’vi didn’t seem like the type, and Tsu’tey didn’t seem like the type. But you were for sure, this man was touching himself while watching you dance, it boosted your ego. Your crush was turned on by you dancing your heart out, your crush liked you back.

You decided to stop, your back was to him, another song started, yet you stood still.

“You enjoying the show big boy.”

You saw his ears perk up at you speaking to him, this was the first thing he understood this whole time. He tucked himself away and stood up, he looked at you, trying to hide his shame.

“Never thought you’d be a peeping tom.”

“I don’t understand.”

You walked closer up to him, your hands resting firmly on his shoulders, “I didn’t think you’d like me back.”

You watched his face drop, the only thought through his head was the fact that you confessed to him, that you liked him.

“I wanted to court you officially. I couldn’t help myself.”

“I know. That’s okay. I like that.”

“You do?”

“I like anything that has to do with you.”

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growup-thatbeautiful · 1 year

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Suhl (peace)

Summary: Paul drives you a little bit crazy. Maybe you just need to get to know him better.

request: yes (to the person who request this ages ago, i’m very sorry for how long it took. it’s been an absolute whirlwind of a past few months, but now i’m super psyched about dune part 2!)

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Paul Atreides is annoying. He’s taking the Arrakis sun like he’s been here his whole life, and not complaining at all. He even looks good with sweat dripping down his face, whereas you, who’ve lived your whole life on Arrakis, look like you’ve been drowned.

The nerve of him.

You want to punch him in the face. Or stab him. Both are good options, if you’re being honest. Unfortunately, you can do neither one, seeing as he’s muad'dib. Some people might be upset about that.

It’s the worst. And you’re the one who has to put up with him while you travel through the dessert sand, stillsuits heavy against your skin. He doesn’t even look tired, the asshole. And he hasn’t complained at all.

You keep glancing back at him, and you tell yourself it’s so you can make sure he’s following behind you, but you know it’s a lie. You’ll take any excuse to watch him.

Paul finally catches you looking back at him when he looks up from where he had been concentrating on his feet, because he breaks the silence. "Can I have my weapon back?" he asks, annoyance in his voice. It’s close to the first time you’ve heard him talk. You don’t think he likes strangers very much.

"Say please," you respond shortly, holding his blade closer to yourself. "Then maybe I'll think about it."

Eventually, after he lets out a sigh and looks at the sky, he says, "Please can I have my weapon back."

"No," you respond shortly. "I can't trust you." With that, you turn and keep walking, sand blowing into your face as you make your way across one of the dunes.

“That was misleading,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t say anything else. Silence fills the gap between the two of you again, and you’re okay with that. You still have a few hours of walking to go, but after you make it onto solid ground it should be quicker, albeit no easier. Every part of Arrakis is a different challenge.

Once you get to a rock outcropping, you carefully step onto the solid ground. Paul is close behind you, and he stands with his arm against yours. “This part might be tricky,” you mumble, holding out your hand for him to take. He looks at it for a moment before accepting it between his own. You hate to do it, but you reach behind your back and draw his blade from your extra holster. “And you might need this. The park is uncertain.”

If he’s scared, he does well not to show it. He only nods and stays behind you, his hand stuck in yours. It’s not soft and unscathed like you thought it would be. Obviously it’s nowhere near as scared as the lines that map your own hand, and his skin isn’t as thick because he hasn’t had to face the sand as much, but he has callouses and hairline scars that trace across his knuckles.

Maybe he isn’t completely useless. Maybe there’s a chance that he might actually be able to help your people.

“Why is it unsafe?” Paul asks. “We aren’t on the sand.” He doesn’t sound judge mental; more curious than anything else. Usually when you make these kinds of trips the men second guess everything you do, despite the fact that you’ve been doing this since you were a child.

“There are different tribes that may be unfriendly towards you,” you explain. “Not all freemen are the same, and some could harbor negative intentions. We happen to be in land claimed by them. But al-lubb ay ma yawi ma yadi.”

“What does that mean?” he asks. You help him up one of the rocks, probably an unnecessary action, but it lets you pull him briefly closer to you before you keep walking. His hand stays firmly in yours.

“A wolf doesn’t attack on its own soil. We don’t need to worry while we’re on their land, but once we make it past the borders, I can’t ensure safety. I’d rather you be prepared.”

“Oh,” Paul replies. “Thank you.” You figure that it’s the diplomat in him that makes him thank you, because you wouldn’t want him to die on your hands. While you aren’t convinced he’s what people say he is, he’s still a person.

You nod your acceptance to his thanks and continue on the path, trying to be aware of everything happening around you.

When you hear something out-of-place in the desert’s normal sound, you squeeze Paul’s hand and he obediently stops behind you, his breath fanning across your neck. “Stay still,” you mutter, hoping that he hears you.

“Did you hear something?” he asks. You nod again and draw your weapon slowly, attempting to be as quiet as you can. After all the years, you’ve managed to learn how to do almost anything silently, but Paul has much less practice. When he pulls his knife from its sheath, the noise echos through the rocks surrounding you. If you weren’t too focused on everything else, you would glare at him.

A strong voice calls out from somewhere in front of you, the baritone echoing off the cavern walls. “Subakh ul kuhar?”

“Sbakh un nar?” you call back, pushing Paul behind you. Logically you know that Paul is probably stronger than you and mostly likely he can protect himself, but you’d rather be the first to attack.

“I too am well,” the voice responds. “You bring an outsider.”

“I bring the muad'dib. We are simply passing through, and we are prepared to go in peace.” Your voice doesn’t shake, despite the fear racing through you.

The voice’s owner steps out from behind an outcrop and you’re filled with relief. The familiar form walks toward you, and you reach out your hand to meet him in an embrace. “There’s no need to fear,” the man says.

“Stilgar,” you breathe, laughter light in your throat. “They sent you to find us?”

“Some doubted that you would make it,” Stilgar admits. “Not me, of course. I knew my wali would make it.” Blood rushes to your cheeks at the nickname, one you earned years ago in a battle through the sand.

“Wali?” Paul asks, shuffling out from behind you awkwardly. “I don’t know that one.”

“You don’t know much,” Stilgar smiles with absolutely no malice. “It means untried. She has been through much to earn the name, but she’s too modest to accept it.”

Stilgar leads you through the rocks into a small cave, where the sandstone fades into smooth black rock carved intricately with patterns and words. You’ve never been to one of the tunnels like these before; they’re reserved for only to most important circumstances. You guess that Paul is important enough for them.

“This will cut your travel time and save water,” Stilgar explains, more to Paul than to you. You let Paul go behind Stilgar, and you follow behind last, watching carefully in case either of them need help.

The sietch is quiet and still when you arrive, and you tread the well-known path to your tent here. Paul is lead the opposite way to a home arranged for him by Stilgar, one that you assume is much nicer than yours.

Because you travel so much, you’ve established little homes in almost every Freeman settlement across Arrakis. It’s not much, but it’s the only semblance of a home that you have. The canvas walls of the tent are deep red and worn down, and the floor is often dirty when you come, but you’ve collected enough trinkets and personal items to make it feel a little bit like yours.

You can’t help but wonder, as you fix your hair in the stained reflective glass that you use for a mirror, if Paul is doing okay. Most Freemen have trouble making the voyages that you make, and Paul’s no Freeman. You know he’s strong and capable, and you really shouldn’t be worrying when he’s shown such obvious distain for you, but you also have no control when your mind shifts to him.

Everything about him just seems to capture your mind. His eyes- the blue not so different from the blue of your people. His voice- the gentle commanding tone that somehow easies your nerves when it isn’t getting in them. His strength- almost unnoticeable to most, but clear and present in his chorded arms and set jaw.

While you think, you change out of your stillsuit and into the flowing, light fabric of your guimlik. It’s a light blue color, similar to the blue of your spice-laced eyes, and you pull your hair back with a dark black ribbon.

Normally, you would love the chance to wear the less obstructive clothing, but right now it feels too soft against your skin. You feel bare and unprotected, and you’re almost positive that Paul has something to do with it.

Past the beaded curtains of the entryway

You still feel like it’s your job to protect him, even thought you finished what you were supposed to do. You for him here, so why do you search for him in the crowd of people?

You find him sitting at a low table, Stilgar on one side and an unknown man on the other. He’s wearing a dark colored jubba cloak, his hair sticking up all over the place. You want to push it back down, but you resist and blend into the shadowy wall behind where he’s sitting. If he’ll let you, you’ll stand guard while he talks.

When he sees you approaching, he smiles and waves, as if he doesn’t know how much that sends electricity shooting through you. “Hello,” he says quietly, a grin still on his face. “I didn’t expect you to stay.”

The look you send him must convey your confusion, because he explains, turning around in his seat to face you. “I thought your only job was to make it here with me safely.”

“It was,” you respond shortly. “But I’ve since realized how incapable you are of taking care of yourself, so I’ll be staying around.”

“Good,” he says. “I need you here.” With that, he signals for the sour-looking man to move and you to take his place. Begrudgingly, the man does so, and you sit down next to Paul.

Before he leaves, the man leans down and whispers in your ear, his hot breath sticky against your neck, “He won’t always want the one who shares his bed by his side.”

He walks away and you’re left reeling, your eyes staring straight ahead at nothing.

“What did he say to you?” Paul asks with a crease in between his eyebrows. When you don’t respond, he grabs your chin in between his fingers and turns you to face him. “Tell me.”

You feel compelled to do as he asks, so you tell him in a low voice. Paul’s face turns cloudy as you explain, and he stands up, disrupting the others at the table with the noise of his chair falling back.

“If anyone else feels as though she is not qualified to be here-” he points at you “-then you may leave. Don’t come back.” It’s clear by everyone else’s reaction that he doesn’t need to say more, and you’re struck at how quickly he came to defend you. Hours ago you could hardly stand him, and now here he is standing firmly next to you. He sits back down and the conversations return, his hand automatically finding a place on your knee.

“Why?” you can’t help but ask. “Surely there are others more qualified who would be willing to serve.”

“Maybe that is so, but I cannot find it in myself to convince you to leave. If you wish to, then let it be of your own choice. However, I will have you stay as long as you wish,” Paul explains. “Do you want to stay?” The room grows louder and you lean in closer to hear him better, and your foreheads are almost pressed together.

“I do,” you whisper. Then, with more strength, you add, “Paul, I want to stay with you.”

“Then stay.” He says it so simply, so honestly, and you can do nothing but listen to him. His eyes glance down at your lips before he meets your glance again. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please.” He takes your permission and closes the gap between the two of you, his lips meeting yours gently as his hand comes up to cup your face. A small noise escapes the back of your throat and you kiss him back, your own hand wrapping around his wrist and holding him close to you.

Your eyes flutter back open as he pulls away from you, and you see a grin on his face that matches your own.

“So you’ll stay?” Paul asks, a glimmer in his eyes.

Some of the old annoyance toward him comes back, but without the edge of anger that you used go have. All you feel now is a fond exasperation. “Bi-la kaifa. It is final.”

You might have some work to do, and you’re sure that he’ll drive you crazy 9 days out of 10; but if this is what it’s like when you get along with Paul, then you’ll take the hard times.

Paul’s hand stays in yours throughout the rest of dinner, and your head eventually finds its way to his shoulder. It’s nice, being so comfortable with someone. You haven’t had that in a long time.

You never would have guessed that it would be Paul.

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emojellyace08 · 11 months

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Just a little too tight, ft.! Jay Hong (Lookism)

'Genre: smut/lemon🍋 Slight warning: penetration, oral sex (female receiving) squirting!/cum shot!/unprotected sex! public sex! virginity lost! (with consent, bleeding). (mentions of slang terms of male and female genitalia). CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female). summary: Being a shy person, you're not very social with new and unfamiliar people. (well at least sometimes you're trying to). Unexpectedly, you and the "Prince of Fashion Department" became close friends and study buddies. Asking Jay for help for your assignment, you both went to a boutique store and guess what happens next ;).

Ever since you've transferred to J High, you're happy-go-lucky persona have turned into a closed shell. You're used to hanging out with your most-trusted friends a lot of the time. So when your parent/s have to move out of town because of their business, you're also need to move with them. You protest a lot that you can take care of yourself but since your family often worry a lot when it comes to your safety and they would treat you like a baby and even spoil you a lot. But despite of some issues affecting your daily life, you're actually grown and matured into a responsible child (well at least most of the time). You have a good social life and made some friends and you're a good student in terms of academics and values. Even though for some people this can be an example of a "perfect life", you still can't help but to feel lonely because of your strict parents forcing you to shape and mold this "good girl persona" out of you. You always think of getting a break and unleash your "inner animal" out of you and go wild sometimes like drinking and getting wasted on a local bar or you trying to get a date. So moving into a new city have really affected your mental health and triggered your anxiety in making new friends.

It was 6 am when your alarm started ringing, your warm and comfy sleep getting disturbed. While you ignore the loud noise on your phone, you tried to go back to napping but your realization that it's the first day of high school and the sound of the unstopping alarm made you pissed off before grabbing your device and turning it off. You stayed in your bed for a while contemplating your thoughts on how things will flow, hoping that it won't turn bad as it seemed. You groaned and slowly got up on your bed and preparing yourself on your first day of school.

You got out of your house wearing the traditional J-High uniform while your hair is combed properly and carried some of your extra notebooks on your hands. You waited outside for your personal service and after a few minutes, a familiar f/c car drove into your street before stopping on your gate. "Ready Ms. Y/N?" your personal driver greeted you with a warm smile before returning his sweet gesture and smiling back at him, telling him that you're ready well obviously you're lying.

You got inside of your car, tidied up your skirt and placed your personal belongings gently on the extra space on the comfortable seats before closing the door. You remained silent for the rest of the car ride and you kept your focus on the window, admiring the buildings and the trees that the car passed by while the sun shine brightly in the sky. After for a few minutes, your driver tried to initiate the conversation. "Are you feeling well Ms. Y/N?" he humbly asked as you looked at him while he was focused driving, "I don't really know. It's really weird to be attending into a new school." your pessimist thinking started showing and your driver took noticed of this, chuckling lightly at your statement. Not intending to make fun of you, he cleared his throat and advised that you're just feeling new about the move and you're still adjusting in the new environment that you're surrounded to. "Y'know Y/N, I promise that things will be okay for you. You're a good person and who knows, you may see your future in this big city." "Eh! C-C'mon quit it!" you immediately blushed and yelped with a slightly frustrated reaction, his eyes widened as he meant it as something on your future being positive and happy in the harsh world that we're living in, and not something about your love life. Him realizing that you took it in that understanding, he laughed more with him obviously just teasing you. "I know ma'am, I'm just trying to make you laugh." you immediately silenced and relaxed while looking back at him smiling. Well at least there's someone who can cheer you up a bit you thought.

Minutes passed and you arrived at the big, academic building. Your driver told you that he'll pick you up at the end of the school day and your parent/s texted them to look on you. You reassured him that you'll be fine and you won't cause trouble which he smiled back at you, knowing that he trusts you fully by heart more than your parent/s will ever be. You stepped out of the car, hair flowing in the wind while inhaling and exhaling deeply. Hoping that this school year won't be bad as you initially thought. Walking in the building, you see lots of unfamiliar faces. They would look at you and gossip how good looking you are. You being really uncomfortable with the unwanted attention, you rushed deep inside the building not knowing where you are going. Not focusing on the hallway, you bumped into someone tall, muscular and a pale skinned boy making you winced in pain as your carried notebooks fell on your hands. New school, new life they said.

"Ah! So-Sorry! I didn't mean to-" you tried to apologized before the raven-haired boy apologized too and bending down and helping you picked up your notebooks. He introduced himself as Daniel Park as you tell him your name too. "Fashion Department too?" he asked while giving you your notebooks which you gladly accepted and answered politely that you're also in the same class as him. You asked if he knows the way to your classroom but as a transfer student too, he's also not familiar with the building structure as you apologized for the inconvenience as he shook his hands reassuring you that it's alright for you to ask him even if he doesn't know how to answer your concerns (which he thought he hoped he would). You and Daniel remained chatting before being approached by a man looking like his early 40's approaching both of you if you are the new students for the Fashion Dept. and replying yes with a positive reaction. The teacher took noticed of this and greeted both of you with a gentle smile, mostly hyping up Daniel for his "good-looks" but he can't blame his self though. Daniel looked like those K-Pop stars on the television and dramas and you see him as a pleasant person to interact.

Making your way into the class, the teacher introduced you and Daniel in the class. Girls have hearts on their eyes seeing the angelic features of Danny and boys drooling at the sight of you making you and Daniel slightly uncomfortable yet feeling appreciated. Daniel initiated that you start your introduction first. Not wanting to argue and disappoint him, you cleared your throat as sweat tickled down your face and introduced yourself. "I-I'm L/N Y/N nice to meet you guys". You tried to cheer up the weird atmosphere lingering as more girls whispered and complimented your "beautiful features" and the guys in the back already planning to ask you out for a date. Most people in the room commented about you except for the two boys who didn't deal much about it. At the back, a black-haired male with fixed hair just scoffed and looked outside the window, murmuring underneath his breath that Mira or someone which you didn't know looks so much better than you. You cringed at his remark, not because you're offended but mostly because it's the first day of school and you already felt that there are definitely some people who will be hard to deal with. But the one that stood out to you the most is a blonde boy whose hair covers his eyes, only showing his nose and rosy lips. He was staring at you (if he even got eyes) until both of you finally exchanged eye contact which shocked your senses. This remained for a few second before he finally broke the weird "staring contest" and him staring at the clean and clear window, not saying anything about it. You felt yourself blushing and focused on the mysterious male that you didn't realized that Daniel's finally done speaking and the girls' loud squealing didn't bother your eardrums until the teacher told both of you to sit down on your perspective seats. Snapping at your own thoughts, you were signed to sit with the blondy himself which made you surprised and thinking on what a coincidence this is. Daniel is now seatmates with the male with some gel on his hair. You can see the handsome male gulping harshly and being extremely nervous. Does he and the other guy have some beef? You shook your head not trying to get on anyone's business before approaching your chair as the blond boy stared at you more. You returned the attention at the male with a cheeky smile on your lips, obviously you trying to ease the tension between both of you. "Hi I'm Y/N nice to meet you." You happily greeted your seatmate but what's weird is that he doesn't talk (literally). Instead he looks at you with a slight confusion on his face before looking back at the window which leaves you wondering on what's his deal and why he's acting like that. Is he really that shy that even a single hello won't leave on his mouth? "Jay is just like that newbie. He doesn't really talk so get used to it" a boy replied to you while fixing his rimmed glasses. "Oh, I see" you replied back with a hint of disappointment in your voice before sinking back to your thoughts and sitting on the wooden chair. "So his name his Jay huh? What a really quiet guy." You thought at the back of your mind as you turned your attention back in class, trying to understand the lesson while Jay resting his hand on his face just stares at the beautiful scenery of leaves falling out of the big trees on a warm sunny day.

Hours passed and the bell rang loudly signaling that it's time for lunch. Before getting up, you are approached by a female with a thick amount of make-up on her face while wearing a big smile on her face. "Hi! I'm Zoe, wanna hang out in the canteen?" she asked with an energetic mood and you not wanting to be rude, you gladly and nervously accepted her offer. You and Zoe made your way to the canteen and oh boy, it's a whole big mess. There's bullies who beat the hell out of the guy and ordered the "ugly-ones" to get their food instead of doing it themselves. Which Zoe warned that you should never enter their territory and break the commotion or else "you'll get the taste of your own medicine". While she introduced the others to you when you're both in line for getting your lunch like Zack Lee who's the "professional boxer", Vin Jin and his little minions being one of the most notorious bullies at school and many more students with their "outstanding" personalities, one of them stood out to you the most and you can't help to ask her about Jay. Ever since you stepped your feet in that classroom, everybody fawned over you except him who just stared at you and him not starting any conversation bothered you a bit and making you also curious about him. It's not that you want to force yourself into others who's also uncomfortable with attention and cross that boundary called privacy, but you guess that his closeted personality is what makes you interested in him.

"Oh, Jae-Yol? oppa? Whew, he's a really hard guy to get in touch with". she stated looking a bit disappointed since she couldn't really ask for his number once while picking some tteokboki and placing it on her tray. "Why is it so?" you asked while getting some rice for your tray too while slightly looking at her concerned. "He is a really, I mean REALLY quiet guy. His looks are wasted for nothing if he would never interact with a girl even once! And besides you never get to see his eyes. I also heard that he's a child of a rich person so... It's a win! But he just y'know, he just never opens his mouth". she remarked while getting more food as you did the same, processing your thoughts on about what she gave some information to you. You're debating on the back of your mind if he might have family issues or social problems making him the way he is or if he's just really like that. "Is he really like that?" you asked curiously before Zoe answered your question. " Yeah. He's so hard to catch on" she paused for a second before talking to you again. Oh~~~ you like him right?!" she teased before you look back at her with a tint of red on your cheeks. "What! Hell no! It's the first day of school and why would I get a crush on a guy that fast!" you defended yourself while she still teased you like saying that she can get his number for you which you hissed back at her saying that you don't need it making her laugh while you're getting red like a tomato. As you bicker with the girl, you didn't even noticed that there's a familiar blonde head that's listening to your conversation just a little miles away while eating his lunch.

After a whole boring hours of fashion history and measurements which doesn't make a lots of sense to you, you're all dismissed and it's time to go home. And despite being the first day, there are already some homework that are assigned to you that are required to finish it the next day. You sighed in disappointment knowing that you can feel your burnout from the stress that you're feeling right now. As everybody gets and lifts up their backpacks, you remained in your seat leaning down on your study table, head down on the wooden surface with your pen and paper right all over your face before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You groaned as you looked up at someone who's offering you something. You saw a familiar face. Jay was just offering you a pack of tissue. "Oh. Hi, but what are those for?" you curiously asked him even though you know that he won't answer your question verbally. He pointed on his head and traced it down to his face, you find it really hot that he did that, not comprehending on what he's trying to say. You realized that he's trying to tell you that you're sweating. Looking shocked on what you thought about instead of paying attention, you shook your head and looked back at your homework which is a bit stained from your liquids as you get flustered violently. How the hell did you just embarrassed yourself to him. Not looking back at Jay, you picked some pieces of tissue with shaky hands and thanking him for it but he still hands you the whole pack. Him hinting that it's okay for you to take all of it. "Wait, you're giving it all to me?" he nods slowly as you gently get it from his hands. Yours making contact with his as you feel the sexual tension rising from the both of you. You quickly let go of his hands as you thanked him again for the tissue and he just rubbed his neck, you slowly glimpsing that he has a small smile forming on his lips. He's probably not bad as you seemed he is at first. You fixed your stuff and as you were going to exit the classroom, he held your hand as he was trying to say something. "What's the matter?" you shyly asked before he got his phone on his pocket and typed something on his notepad app. After for a few minutes trying to find his words (no pun intended), he finally showed you on what's written on his phone. You leaning in, you read the words out loud saying the following. "I can help you with the homework". Your eyes widened as you thought that he's also an observative person as he quickly noticed you getting troubled in the assignment. "Sure! You wanna meet up in my house?" You asked him curiously hoping that he would accept your request and he nods again in approval as you smiled brightly and exchanged contact numbers and thanked him for the offer to help as you walk out of the room with him (you really need that number though, so denial at first huh?).

And that's how you and Jay became study buddies and friends. Months passed by, whenever there are quizzes, activities, and exams coming you and Jay and sometimes Daniel including his friends Jiho and Duke will be meeting at a special place like a cafe or even in your house for studying and hoping all of you will pass. Most of your classmates were shocked that Jay is finally socializing at least with someone like you and Daniel and the fact that you can understand him even when he's not saying anything. Jay mostly shows this soft side with the two of you. But what's the most obvious change in Jay is that he's finally have a courage to talk to a girl which makes your classmates laugh out loud that even your classmates shipped you and him. But you're embarrassed by this, you reassuring that you and him are just friends making your classmates raise their eyebrows. But really? he treats you snacks and lunch every single day even if you have your own allowance, he takes you out on random days (just the two of you), and always spend time in you even with no reasons or even if it's not the time for you to have a study session. You thought Zoe and the other girls were "delusional" for thinking that he likes you in that way and you should ask him out for a proper date. But since you're afraid of rejection, you won't make the first move to confess your real feelings for him.

Months to years passed by, there are many dramas happening in your school, student fights with more homework piling, and also your relationship with Jay slowly processed and bloomed like a flower. You and Jay get to know each other. On what's your favorite color, your favorite food, yet alone each others' birthday and celebrate it with your other peers each year. Your happy that you have a "friend" on your side. But as more time you spend with each other, the more your feelings for him developed. You found out about each others weaknesses and you didn't judge each other about it. As much you want to confess to him, your insecurities get in the way and the fear of rejection and loosing a friend gets in your way on voicing out on how you really feel about him. You went from the shy freshman student from a senior now graduating. Your homework gets a little bit challenging particularly this specific assignment about dressing semi-formally for the prom that will be organized by the Architecture Department. Your task is just simple yet you all need to be creative. While the Baking Department was to prepare the sweets and other food, the Vocal and Dance Department is to prepare the special performances and handle the audio system, and the Beauty Department is to fix the guests make-up, you and you're classmates task is to organize the dress code for the other guests to follow to. All of you should buy clothes or make a slideshow of some dresses, tuxes and other accessories and make a presentation to the teacher before he approves it for the event. Instead of making a slideshow since you have lots of money, you decided to buy some clothes for the activity. You also planned to style it up a bit but since you're not confident about your fashion taste, you decided to ask some help from the "Prince of the Fashion Department", Jay himself. You texted him if he can help you with it and he quickly replied saying where can you both meet up. You decided to ask him if you can shop with him in this new boutique store in the city at the new mall which he gladly agreed to.

It's 2pm and you made your way to the mall in your car. "I'll pick you up at 5:30." your driver reminded you. "Please pick me up at 6:30, if that's fine." You humbly requested with closed hands as he sighs deeply. "Y'know your parents are strict especially when it comes to your curfews right?" he gently replied as you had that "puppy eyes", begging him to give you more extra time. Sighing once again, he agrees to your request. "6:30 it is. No extensions." "No extensions" you replied back as he smiled. You got out of the car shutting the car door gently as your driver rolled down the car window. "Enjoy." he replied once again as he rolled up his car windows and drove away. Watching the f/c move away slowly getting out of your sight. "Where is Jay now? He said he's on his way now". you thought to yourself as you feel getting impatient as you wait for him, you sure are so excited to see him. Minutes passed as a familiar car made it's way on the entrance as it's stop right in front of you. A familiar blonde head got out of the car wearing a white Gucci t-shirt and dark blue pants with a smile on his fair and smooth face as you waved back at him acknowledging his presence. An old man also advised your friend to take care of himself before driving off. Being stuck in that familiar and slightly weird atmosphere lingering between you which happens all the time, you decided to break the silence as always. "You wanna come in that new fast food chain? I heard their food tastes so good". You asked him out and he nodded in agreement as you heard his stomach grumble as a sign he didn't take his lunch at home before going outside, making you chuckle at the cute action as he blushed violently.

You spend some time eating in random food stops at the mall and walking around for a bit, admiring the new shops and products that are now open to shop on. After getting some rest for a while, you and Jay now went on the department store to shop on some jewelries as you also suggested if chokers can be paired with dresses with he kind of agreed with (he probably means that it depends on the style of the dress) as he did the same looking for good pair of earrings for his self probably. Hours passed on spending your money on food and on your assignment that you didn't keep track of the time passing by. "Oh wait, It's almost 6! We gotta pick some clothes first 'cause my service will be downstairs at 6:30". You explained to the blonde male nodding once again as he understands that your parents are really strict when it comes to hang outs especially in public places like this (you talked about some certain part of your life to him opening up on your insecurities about yourself when you have study sessions at each others house/apartment which he comforts you for since he understand how you feel).

Both of you went inside on the newly opened boutique store. The store has a really warm and cozy atmosphere with the yellow lights that lighten up the place. The shelves were made of fresh wood and is filed with lots of beautiful designer-bags. The place was also filled with the craft of the creative, various and complex designs of dresses, skirts, blouses and other form of clothing you can name. "Wow it looks so pretty here!" you remarked as you feel being free for the first time, your eyes shining like the little stars in the nighttime as your cheeks flushed deep pink like a newly bloomed rose. Jay smiled on your reaction thinking it was really cute and it's the first time that he saw you really happy and satisfied. Shopping with your parent/s is definitely not fun as they always pick the clothes for you instead of you choosing instead from the different options of clothes that you have to pick.

You continued to look around for clothes feeling amazed as Jay followed you and stayed on your side before being approached by a sales lady wearing her cream colored uniform and her hair tied in a bun. "Hello ma'am, how can I help you?" she asked politely with a smile plastered on her bright red lips before you turned to look at her and blushed a bit, thinking your amusement is childish. "Um-Hi. I just wondered if you have both clothing for men and women?" you asked shyly as she asked back if it's a pairing of tuxes and dresses for you and Jay attending a wedding lmao. "Oh, no no no! just uh- it's just for a event on our school that will be held next week." you shook your hands as you assured her. "Oh I see, my apologies. Is it for a prom? formal or semi formal?" she asked curiously as you answered her politely that the dress code will be semi-formal as Jay stood silently at your side trying to understand your conversation with the lady. The female lead both of you to the semi-formal section as your eyes sparkled more as you went through to look for the clothes that you thought suits you the best as Jay did the same. You selected some dresses with Jay helping you on what he personally thinks suits you the best before going on the fitting room as Jay did the same but in a different cubicle. Minutes passed as Jay is done fitting all the clothes he picked, all of the tuxes, pants and suits him perfectly (as it should). He got out of the other fitting room as he was approached by the sales lady if he can pay for the clothes now, which he shook his hand in disagreement as he waits for you to get finished. As more minutes passed, he remained waiting for you until he knocked on the cubicle door that you're in which make you yelp in surprise.

"Oh-Jay is that you?" you asked as he didn't respond verbally which always happen. You're glad that there's a space on the bottom of the door which you can look down as you see a familiar white sneakers on the floor as you sighed that it's really is Jay and not some random creep. "Jay can you help me? I think this dress is too tight." you explained to him as you approached the door knob and unlocked it and opened the door and you see the familiar blondie. He looked shocked to see what you're wearing. A black spaghetti strap dress which perfectly wraps around your body size, exposing your tits and cleavage while the short length of the dress shows off your thighs and legs. Jay tries not to look on your parts while he tries not to blush at the sight, feeling warmth slowly spread against his body. "Can you help me take it off? The strap is too tight, if you mind." you innocently requested as Jay nodded harshly, trying to show courage. You have trust issues with these things with other people even with the sales lady since you're really shy about your body. But since you trust Jay, you didn't see anything perverted anything about this.

You turn you back to him as you face the cubicle with the mirror seeing you and Jay's reflection. Jay's shaky hands made its way to your shoulder straps, trying not to touch your bare skin and creep you out. His shaky hands adjusted the dress's straps as he breathe in and out gently trying not to panic, trying to think that nothing is wrong. It's completely normal and he also fixed his younger sister's clothes when she needs help, so why is he feeling nervous? You stared at each other's reflection as you wonder why Jay's face is red. Is he not feeling well? Did you made him uncomfortable?

After he fixed the straps, he quickly put his hands on his pockets. Fidgeting and playing with the pant's fabric as he quickly looked down trying not to avoid eye contact with you. You worried about Jay, you leaned on his face asking him if he's fine while brushing his hair against his eyes. This made him panic deep inside more as your braless chest is exposed all over in his face. You didn't even noticed that your face is too close against his. And that's when the most unexpected thing happened. He first wondered why you turned completely silent as your eyes keep looking down and why your cheeks were just red as a tomato like his before and as he looked down at what or where you at looking at, he noticed his "little" pet getting excited. He finally understood what is happening. You see his dick getting hard poking his denim pants. This made him terrified and embarrassed. He didn't mean to look at you that way as you unintentionally asked for help while looking sexy! "So-Sorry Jay! I didn't mean to!" You yelped covering your eyes as he quickly looked away as you did the same. Jay just wants to disappear and make his way to heaven as get away from this accident. But not being able to control his horniness at the same time, he gently grabbed your face as you see him parting his lips as he wants to say something. But him not being able to verbally express his love to you, he gently pecked your lips as you remained frozen processing what is happening until you finally understand what is going on, you decided to finally kiss him back.

"Jay, I-" you whimpered against his soft lips as he kisses you again, this time finally inserting his tongue against your mouth as both of you went inside the cubicle, him pinning you against the wall. Your tongues fought for dominance but Jay being obviously stronger than you, was able to take over you as you slowly gave in. Your tongue making contact with his as he continued to fuck your mouth make your thighs sweat and your pussy twitch. You never felt this way before neither touch yourself, Jay is the only person to make you feel this certain way that you don't understand. But none of that matters now, what matters is you felt safe around him that's why you let him kiss you. You feeling that you're loosing air, you broke the kiss as a trail of saliva formed between your warm tongues as Jay looks at you with a lustful expression. Brushing his nose against yours as if he's trying to tell you something, you asked if it's okay if you and him can kiss more, him nodding as he gave you consent. But before doing so, he noticed that the door is open. Not wanting to get caught, he made his way to close the door as he did silently and locking it. This made you blush even harder as you can feel your heart pumping louder in every beat. "Is this really happening now?" you thought to yourself but there's no turning back now. You've been hiding your feelings since the first day of school and it's the time to express to him on how much you like him. He made his way to you as you remained standing at the wall. He kept looking at your eyes (well you can feel it) as if he wants to ask you something. "Jay, it's fine. You can kiss me more." you whispered on his ear not wanting to expose yourself to the sales ladies as he locks his lips again against yours, you and him repeating the same lewd actions using your mouths. After some minutes of making out, breaking the kiss his lips slowly made his way on your neck giving it wet, pampered pecks as his hands hold your waist gently and you biting your knuckle trying to limit your noises. "Jay..." you moaned his name as his cock twitches more, wanting his dick deep inside you but he chooses to take his time with you not caring about each other's curfew. Him finding that sensitive spot that he's looking for underneath your ears making you yelp as he gently sucked on the soft skin. Him making hickies and love bites where it won't be noticeable. Your body has its own movements as you bucked your hips on his length as he gritted his teeth trying not to make any noise.

"Ha~" you moaned more as his lips moved lower reaching your cleavage as he gently kissed it. Him looking back at you for consent, you smiled as a sign that it's okay for him to take your clothes off. Him taking off the straps on your shoulders as you felt the dress fell off from your body down to the wooden floor, exposing your perky and soft tits and your f/c panties with a wet patch forming which makes Jay's cock getting more aroused. Jay continued to kiss on your cleavage before looking back at you asking for consent again for him to kiss your breasts which you smiled and telling him it's okay. Staring at your breasts again, he started to kiss on the plump skin which makes you moan and call for him name softly as he continued to plant hickies on your sensitive skin. His tongue now makes direct contact on your hard nipple as he swirls his wet muscle against your aroused bud as he squeezes your other breast which makes you cover your mouth as you moan more underneath your hand. "Jay, Ah..." you continued to call for him as Jay continued to make the same action on your other breast before making his way to your stomach leaving trails of kisses on your body before facing your most delicate area. Looking back at you again he asks for consent as you approved for his request to pleasure you. Jay pulled down your underwear letting it fall down your legs, you sighing as the cold air made contact with your wet pussy. You're blushing about the fact that your first time is going to happen on a public place. Topics about sex enough is alone to make you flustered, yet alone doing the act especially with someone who you really trust. You were lost on your own thoughts that you almost moaned so loud when Jay's tongue finally made contact on your vulva. "Oh! Jay~" you whined as he licked a stripe on your slick tasting your sweet liquids forming on your private area. Jay continued to give kitty licks on your pussy as you continued to moan for his name before hearing a knock on the door.

"Ma'am are you alright there? do you need help?" you heard a familiar and sweet voice coming from the outside. "Oh-Uh-No! I-I'm alright here." you nervously replied hoping that she won't look down and notice the two set of feet on the same cubicle and get caught having sex. "Are u sure Ma'am?" "Ye-Yeah! I'll be there." You replied back hoping that she would go away and luckily she did. Waiting for the sales lady to be far enough from the dressing room, sighing you and Jay both smiled thinking both of you were lucky for not getting caught doing the deed. "I'll be more quiet. I'm sorry." you shyly apologized with Jay shook his head in disapproving signing that it's alright. Going back to action, he continued to lick and slurp on your cunt which makes your eyes roll back at the back of head getting lost from the feeling of warmness and pleasure just from his tongue. The blonde started sucking on your swollen clit making your eyes widen from the stimulation. Covering your mouth from making more suspicious noise. Jay continued eating you out like a hungry wolf who hadn't got his meal for years. The blonde continued to repeat the same motions over and over, his tongue would swipe and lick your entrance teasing you more and coming back to your clit just to suck it making you want to moan louder as you hoped that no one will hear you. Jay did this for minutes making you see dancing stars before you felt his tongue entered inside you. "Hmph!" you moaned while covering your mouth as his wet muscle make contact with your tight walls. Jay continued to suck on your entrance as his tongue flickered and tickled your insides. His tongue continued to make swirls and circles and as he kept sucking and licking you outside and inside. You felt a weird feeling building on your stomach as Jay continued to eat you out. "Ja-Jay I-I think I'm gonna- Oh!" you called for him again as he felt your insides squeeze his tongue and felt liquids coming out from your hole. He continued to fuck you with his mouth as you experienced your first ever orgasm. As you finished cumming, he pulled out his tongue from your pussy as he tasted your liquids dripping out of your hole.

Him getting up with glossy and wet face, he pulled you for another kiss as you taste yourself from his mouth. You continued to make out as you unbuttoned his pants, him not flinching is a sign that it's okay for you to undress him letting his pants fall on the floor and removing his boxers next. Breaking the kiss, Jay's veiny cock started poking your sensitive clit hinting if he can take your virginity and be inside you. "Do you want to do it?" you nervously asked him as he nodded while cupping your cheeks. "Just be gentle, it my fi-first." you stuttered as you began feeling nervous hoping that it won't hurt. Jay noticed your nervous reaction about this as he cupped your cheeks more and making more eye contact. It's like he's saying that both of you don't have to have sex if you're feeling uncomfortable. You reassured him that you're alright about this and you wanted your first time to be with him. He paused for a while before finally understanding that you trust him enough and whole hearted for him to be your first, he smiled at this as he gave you another peck, this time on the cheek as you chuckled as he's finally going to express on how he likes you too spoiler oops.

You positioned yourself, hands on the wall and on all fours exposing your pussy making the blondie's cock grow bigger more getting excited. Jay sighing, he pumped his cock as precum starting to build on his tip before pushing it inside you. Your senses were in shock as his thickness occupied your tight cunt, making you scrunch your face as you felt a mixture of pain and pleasure down to your core. "Jay... it hurts" you whined softly as you try to restrain your voice. You don't want to hear the sales lady you whimpering in pain, she might think that you're in trouble and need help! Jay took his attention at you're feelings as he's about to pull out, not wanting to hurt you even if it's unintentional. You felt Jay pull out his cock on your tight cunt, he watched your cunt is bleeding as your hole spill blood staining his cock. He gently grabbed your face making you face him a little bit as you see his lips form a frown. "Jay it's okay... Wait, am I bleeding?" You asked him as you see drops of red liquid stain the floor. You not wanting to stain the unbought black dress and pay more, you sighed as you kicked off the piece of clothing even if your cunt is literally feeling and screaming in pain right now as your thighs and legs shook in sync making it hard to balance yourself especially when you're standing. You guessed that Jay is too big for you.

"Jay, please put it again". you begged for him as he frowns more worried if you felt forced to do this just because he got horny from the sight of you wearing a very appealing dress. You asked him back if he wants to stop too as he shook his head. He wants to do it with you obviously, if his cock didn't got up he's obviously not going to panic that bad. He positioned his self, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he pushed his member again this time being more gentle. You sighed as you felt his cock fill up your virgin walls as he bends down to give kisses on your shoulders, comforting and distracting you from the pain and uneasiness that you're experiencing right now. Minutes passed as you finally told him that he can move slowly. He slowly trusted in and out of you. Despite the gentle force, you can feel his tip poke and hit your sweet spots as you moaned quietly feeling that familiar mixture of both of that positive and negative feeling that your pussy is receiving.

After a few moments of adjustments, Jay slowly but surely picked up the pace of his movements making you yelp and moan, not in pain this time but in pleasure. "Ja-Jay!~" you moaned trying to be silent as Jay continued to fuck your insides. Your slapping bodies continued to make that lewd noise that can be probably heard outside but neither of the staffs makes its way to ask you if you are done fitting your clothes. They probably don't give a fuck anymore as they probably know that you and Jay were doing something suspicious anyways.

"Hmph, Fu-Fuck! Ah~" you whined as his tip is now hitting your cervix over and over again making your legs shake much than before. You and Jay continued to fuck like animals in heat while lewd noises coming from your filthy mouth and the contact of his pelvis and your ass fills the cubicle. His big cock hitting your special parts makes you feel that familiar ball of heat that's about to release again. "Jay I think I'm going to- Hah Fuck!" you called for his name as you felt your release made its way out of your pussy as Jay continued to pump his dick in and out while his body starts to sweat from all the effort he's putting in just to make you cum. He felt your insides squeeze him even tighter than before as he tilt his head back, thinking to himself that this is feels so much better than fisting himself when he's thinking about you, feeling his own orgasm coming soon. Gently getting your hands that are pinned over to the wall he continued his horny puppy dog pace gripping into your hands tightly, completely making your pussy feel so good as you felt your once virgin area completely fucked by his big boner. After a few more hard core thrusts, Jay quickly pulled out of your cunt as you whined from the feeling of emptiness on your pussy and he came on your now swollen vulva and clit. Pumping more of his liquids as he achieves his mind blowing orgasm that even his own hands can't achieve when he masturbates.

You and Jay remained in your position panting for air before you face his handsome face and asked him if he's feeling well. He nodded with a smile as he tucked your hair behind your ear and giving you a sweet peck on the lips for reassurance as you did the same, returning the lovable action. You and Jay just made love.

You and Jay got cleaned up and dressed (luckily you bought packs of wipes, dependable for really important matters ;). You checked the place first before you signaled him to get out with you not realizing that there's CCTV filming you ehem, him carrying the clothes you picked for the event. You and him made your ways in the counter to pay for your stuff. The cashier noticed your blushing face and shaky legs, asking you if you felt sick but you shook your head saying that you're fine. Jay paid for your stuff even if you insisted that you can pay it yourself (this happens always). Carrying your personal belongings as your blondie helped you, you and your Jay made your ways out of the boutique and the mall at exactly in time, not caring if the CCTV filmed the whole commotion you did in the dressing room.

"That was fun." you exclaimed as you enjoyed your day being in Jay's side as he felt the same smiling back at you and leaning down to give you a proper kiss as you kissed him back. Just in time, your service made it's way to you to take you home. "Ms. Y/N." Your driver called your name as you laughed at his silly voice as Jay smiled seeing you smiling genuinely makes him happy enough and makes his day even better. "Jay are you sure that you'll wait your service here?" you asked him as he nodded and kissed your cheek in reassurance making you flustered and your service makes an "oh" reaction. Making your way into the car, Jay being a gentleman opened the door for you and helped your carry your shopping bags and other stuff. "Texts?" you asked him as he nodded once again and you tell him to take care and stay safe, waving your hand goodbye as Jay imitated you giving you farewells before your driver pulled off.

"Wow, Ms. Y/N I didn't know you got yourself a boyfriend now." he chuckled lightly at your flustered reaction, telling him that he can't tell this to your parent/s. Him not wanting to take away your trust, he reassured you that he won't spill the tea, making you smile back at him. The entire car ride was quiet before you heard a notification on your phone inside your bag. Being curious, you took your phone and opened your contact app as you see that it's just Jay. You opened and message and read it in your head. "Did you got home?" he asked as you replied back that you're still on the car as you asked him the same question and he replied with the same answer. He also asked you if you and him can go to a date. "You wanna meet up for a date at the mall again and have some dinner?" he asked you. You and Jay are becoming a thing now! "Sure! what time?" you messaged and he quickly replied back stating the time at date. You also suggested if he can come over your house tomorrow and he replied with a yes and ending his message with a positive note. 'Good night love you. Get home safe." he sent the sweet message as you smiled reading the message and replying back at him with a the same message. You finally found your someone, someone who is named Hong Jayeol. And someone that you can love for the rest of your life as Jay thought the same while leaning on the car window watching the lights complimented with the dark hues of the purple and dark blue sky slowly turning into a black color as the sun sank in the beautiful horizon.

A/N: (feel free to request some Lookism related one shots with your favorite characters! female or male is fine. But I don't do character x character though.)

I might probably write a Park Junggun or Zack Lee smut x female reader after this lol good night

#lookism smut #jay hong x reader #jay hong #lookism x reader #manhwa smut

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ladye-zelda · 5 months

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Because I have a crippling addiction to Barbie nostalgia, here's a bit more of a deep dive in the princesses for the 10 Princesses AU:

Queen Lullaby

Age: 28

She got her nickname lullaby due to at one point lulling all her younger sisters to sleep by playing her harp after their mother's death

Became queen at 22 after the king had been driven to insanity after Aurora was cursed (he couldn't handle the grief after his wife died)

When she was a little child, the first instrument she learned was the ocarina (due to being the oldest, she would've inherited the Ocarina of Time), but after entrusting it to one of her soldiers for safekeeping she made the harp her main instrument

Often snuck out of the castle in a Sheikah alter-ego when she was a teenager, though that stopped when she was coronated

She is very protective of her younger sisters; so much so she does sometimes snap at them just to ensure their safety due to the kingdom's expectations of them

Princess Artemis

Age: 25*

Got her nickname for being the "warrior" out of the sisters (would sometimes boast by being the best archer, but all of the sisters knew that title belonged to Dusk and Tetra)

Ever since she was a young child she always copied Lullaby (not that she minded). It was because Lullaby was taking harp lessons that Artemis joined as well (even adopting a Sheikah persona when Lullaby did)

She uses her alter-ego to sneak into the army. Only Lullaby knows about this, so it is a secret even kept from the rest of her sisters

She is Somewhat Responsible. She realizes she is the next in line for the throne, so when she is forced to be in that "coming of heir" position she will put on her third persona: the ruler of Hyrule one

Princess Dusk

Age: 22

Got her nickname for being a night-owl for so long

She's more introverted than the rest of her sisters, largely due to the fact she "lost" her twin to a curse

Though she stopped dancing in the public eye for quite some time, she still loves to dance under the cover of night in her mother's garden when she cannot sleep (which is quite often, hence her nickname)

When she does speak, she speaks a lot more formally than her sisters. She's also the least likely to cause any trouble, so when Lullaby is talking to the rest of the sisters she never refers to Dusk (but of course that "good girl" mentality gets to her sometimes)

Despite being almost always by herself, she is still very warm and caring to her sisters, especially to the younger ones

She is extremely pale due to her being inside so much, so Artemis would often get her to go outside in the sun to practice archery (which doesn't last long when Artemis gets upset that Dusk is so much better at it)

Princess Aurora**

Age: 16 (physically and mentally, but in reality she is 22; the same as Dusk's age)

The sisters have been calling her that in hopes that she would someday wake up, just like the fairytales

She looks very similiar to Dusk, albeit a bit younger now

She got accidentally cursed when she opened up a gift meant to be for her father

Not really much to say about her at the moment, other than if she wakes up she'll have no idea that years had passed

Princess Sun

Age: 20

Got her nickname because she is the most optimistic and cheerful of the sisters

Also took harp lessons because of Artemis, just because it looked fun; also the best singer out of all of the princesses

Was favored by the king due to resembling so much of the late queen (can you tell that the late queen was technically Hylia lol)

Has fallen in love with one of the knights (Sky). All of the sisters know about it, even Lullaby, who lovingly teases her about it

The two have been discussing a secret marriage, but there's always the threat of Sun being the one to inherit the throne due to her being the only one in a concrete relationship (she doesn't want to put Sky through the stress of being a royal)

(Lullaby lets it all slide, though she does become increasingly worried the more the secret relationship goes on)

Princess Flora

Age: 18

Got her name due to always being outside, inspecting the plants and whatnot

She can sit down and name every plant in her mother's garden all by scientific name

She feels the effects of her father favoring Sun the most out of the other sisters, mainly because she (and her twin) also looked like their mother, but the king seemed to always pick on Flora for being interested in the more "mundane" things

(If she had a movie counterpart it would be the little sister who collects bugs; Flora would do the same but with... well... flora ig lol)

Once had a bodyguard (Wild), but had gotten into an accident causing him to lose his memories. Flora blames herself for it and still has nightmares about the event

Princess Fable

Age: 18

Got her name due to being obsessed with fairytales and whatnot (she's the one who suggested the nickname for Aurora)

She loves curling up by the fire reading a good book for fun

When she's not reading, she's often tending to her other sister's emotional needs (like comforting her twin or going up to Aurora's tower to bring food for Dawn)

(If I ever do an Island Princess AU, which is unlikely lol, she would be Princess Luciana rooting for Legend (who would be Prince Antontio) and Marin (who would be Ro))

If her twin is science, she would be magic as often she is studying about making potions and making sparkles and fireballs come out of her hand (ssb reference)

Also yes, the Fable-in-that-one-dress-from-Barbie-as-Rapunzel post is SUPER canon

Princess Dawn

Age: 15 (almost 16)

She got her name for being an early riser (even despite her young age)

She cares the most about Aurora, even though she doesn't remember a whole lot about her. She would spend the most time in her tower; dusting the place, talking to Aurora as if she was awake, etc.

Not much to say about her either, other than she has developed a little crush on the flute boy who comes to the castle every now and then (she doesn't know his name so that's what she has been calling him; this crush is not as obvious as Sun's attraction to Sky)

Princess Dot

Age: 15 (almost 16)

Got her name due to being the only one of the sisters with freckles; but not by one of her sisters but by her best friend

She's also the only one out of her sisters to have a best friend outside of the castle

She's very quiet and emotional; the movie equivalent to her would be Lacey, as much like Flora she is also underconfident of herself (probably due to her being the most forgotten out of all of the sisters)

Thanks to her best friend, she can see the minish. She is sometimes caught laughing to herself whenever she sees them do something funny

Just like Dusk, also the least likely to do something chaotic

Princess Tetra

Age: 13

Got her nickname because she hated that she was just another "Zelda" so changed her name (her legal name is Zelda the 10th oof)

Made rejecting the castle life her whole personality

The most chaotic out of her entire sisters

Sneaks out of the castle the most (alongside Sun) but she has the guts to do it in broad daylight at least

Archery is her main passion of course; inspired from Artemis

If you ask her Artemis is her favorite sister (they're very alike in personalities, except Tetra has no sense of responsibility)

The most extroverted of the sisters and is most likely to be thrown in jail

Dreams of becoming a pirate queen

*the original post had her at 24 but for some reason I keep writing 25 so she's a year older now

** in the original post I was kind of worried I didn't clarify the thing about her age; kind of think of it like Link and Zelda from botw on how technically they're both over 100 years old but physically and mentally 17. The same goes for Aurora

This list will probably change in the future as I think more about their personalities, but this is just what I have down for now! Feel free to ask any questions about them!

#10 princesses au #linked universe #lu lullaby #lu artemis #lu dusk #lu aurora #lu sun #lu flora #lu fable #lu dawn #lu dot #lu tetra #linked universe au #barbie and the 12 dancing princesses au #this took me so long to write please send asks #(if you want to of course)

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oogalaboogalabich · 14 days

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More Bloodweave comic outline. Links to 1 & 2 below.

Part 3: Orb Boy starts learnin' The Angry on how to vampire better

The first battle against the goblins commences not long after they pick up two females. A gith and a half elf. Both seem very fun and very angry at each other.

They do surprisingly well, though astarion gets fairly badly hurt.

He watches while gale and this blade of frontiers fellow and how well they work off the others fighting style. Same with the religeous and military types that have been bickering the whole fight despite the fact that they practically danced together. its actually quite fascinating to see in action, despite the frustration of being basically ignored while hes bleeding out.

He fails to dodge when The Blade lobbs something at him. He readies a nasty lityle retort about how whatever he tried to do didnt manage to kill him... when he realized hed been healed. Almost entirely.

The....the bloody -hero- just ...-helped- him.

What a fucking idiot.

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Astarion hangs back when everyone heads to camp to fuck with the blacksmith, who seems actually very nice. Its a bit off putting in a way that a quick cuppa with Auntie Ethel cures with ease, and decides to actually pay her that visit sometime.

Astarion returns from the grove with some things he plans to squirrel away. He would deny it if asked, but he directly avoided stealing anything from the hellspawn. Not out of pity of course. Definitely not. The druids were massive pricks anyways.

He finds gale resting atop the boulder pile in the center of camp, splayed out shirtless and laying in the sun.

Fuck thats right. Hed been so worried about everything, he hasnt even taken the time to enjoy the fucking sun.

Gale hears him approaching, twists to one side and utterly beams down at him. Hes cleaned up really well.

The sun, astarion notices, shines almost red through his hair.

"Youre back! Excelent!" He lifts himself into a one handed flip off the rock with the practiced ease and casual nature of a man who has no idea hes showing off and lands a few feet from him. He looks a little toasted, but it makes him look all the more lovely- LIVELY. Lively is what he was thinking.

Tch... bloody prick with his crazy acrobatics and dumb fuck beard.

and his stupid perfectly waxed moustache, and rediculous tattoos down one side of his torso and...straight past the beltline of his breeches...

His mouth felt so dry all of a sudden.

"Must say i havent had such an easy time getting warm in quite a while. The rock behind your tent is the nicest but i dont much think youd appreciate me looming about your tent, aye?"

(should gale say "aye" in this au? Should look into waterdavian/dnd pirate slang if thats even an elaborated thing. I like it. I need an excuse)

Astarion and he talk about how it felt stepping into the sun for the first time in forever.

Astarion had woken up in the pod and promtly begun panicking until he realized there were holes in the transparent chitain, and the sunlight was beaming through. He lifted a hand to it and felt such a rush that hed managed to break himself out and spent some time just ....being excited about something. Anything at all.

Gale finds he rather likes that mental image. This surly little wildcat grinning up at the sun and raising both hands up while he laughs for the wonder of it.

Perhaps then falling back and flipping off the very sky...it seems like something he might do.

Gale simply woke up on the beach and lay there a while to process and plan, nothing too interesting.

So Gale mentions that sometimes, back home, he would stay up late certain mornings to watch Artor step out into the Sun.

Its a morning ritual to keep himself sharp and humble. He would stare out until the sun peaked over the horizon, cast a sphere of invulnerability and watch from the safety of it.

(Note: this doesnt actually work in canon, but gale either wouldnt know that or would have been forced to forget whenever he relearns that fact. Plot thickening joose)

"He wont admit it but im almost entirely sure he used to collect his own ashes, before he learned the spell. that was a long time past, though, far before either of us were a glint in our mothers eye."

"Collected them? What for?"

"He probably wanted to see if it was useful in some way. Mummy dust can be a Powerful addative to healing salves and potions of disguise."

He holds up a finger.

"Though never vice versa, mind.- Stands to reason vampire ashes might be valuable. He still has a small warehouse full of the stuff.

"Round oh id say ..nearly seven maybe eight thousand clay urns, in all. he tells everyone they were a group of spawn hed collected in his earliest centuries.

"But Im fairly certain he says that to keep us on our toes. I cant imagine how he would have managed such a massive hoard. I have fourty someodd siblings, and most of them are a bloody handfull."

"Seven thousand!?"

"The man is over a millenium old, astarion. Thats a lot of sunrises."

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Things branch off to where Astarion says he cant turn into mist or summon wolves because hes a spawn, and he feels a little cheated that spawn have no substantial powers or abilities aside from basic teleportation. And even thats gone with the tadpole.

This distresses gale on his behalf.

"I...astarion i think cazador has been keeping you far more ignorant than you are aware of. Vampire spawn have a veritable littany of skills and abilities to hone on, it just takes time and practice like any other."

"What do you mean?" And gale vanishes in a puff of smoke turning into mist and back with his arms out in a gesture of "see?"

"What in the hells?"

"I cant summon wolves per se. But with ...well proper feeding, theres a great deal we can do. We arent helpless. Were just

"Slaves"

"I would more readdily compare us to marrionettes. Poppets, worker drones and the like. but yes. Essentially."

"Well.." astarion huffs, " what can we do?"

Gales smile grows boyish and enthusiastic, and he grabs astarions hand- pulls him towards the water. " Do you see that cave over yonder, just past the canoe?"

"I see it." Astsrion yanks his hand free with a disgusted little sneer.

"Alright. I want you to picture yourself in total darkness. The furthest reaches of the light are several turns out, and none can reach you.

"This had better be going somewhere."

"Just do it, trust me."

"....Very well."

"Alright now...connect to that darkness. Feel where your body ends and the shadows begin. Feel their coils reach out and embrace your limbs, your lungs, your mind." He presses a palm near the center of his back "draw them in with your breath. anchor yourself with them until you sink deep....deep into the dark...."

He feels those shoulders relax just a little.

"Now...tell me ...whats inside that cave, astarion?"

"....how should i kn-....oh...."

Hes suddenly there, as if one foot of his essence has stepped from where his body stood into the dank cavern.

"theres. Hmmm well theres an astonishing lack of dirt...it smells ...gods just -awful-...but its soft....and...warm." he gets an almost whistful quality to his voice.

"so wonderfully warm..." he draws another breath, as if he could consume that warmth. he hears a chittering at his ear, and suddenly realizes.

"Bats....there must be dozens of them." Gale is surprised by how bright that smile is. It warms him to see.

"now...call them."

"How do i do that?"

"I cant tell you that, you have to figure it out."

There was a physical whomph of sensation within him as his own irritation broke his focus.

"Tch well thats not very generous of you."

"I cant teach you to walk astarion, i can only offer you my hand."

Astarions pout deepens and he opens his mouth to speak, but gale continues.

"If you still need help in say...give it three days. Why mess with a cliche? If you havent summoned those bats by then-

"What makes you think we will still be here in three days?"

Gale thinks of all the goblins they've fpund dead around here. The goblins theyve killed. there will be way more further out. Way more than they could realistically fell in a few days.

"Just a hunch."

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #bloodweave #gale x astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 au #vampire au #artor morlin #baldur's gate au #astarion x gale

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coffeelovesdramasalatte · 1 year

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LITA Ep. 4 Rewatch Thoughts Pt. 2

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

I see you being a GIANT SOFTIE Phayu, nice try

Rain looks so smug in this sequence, as he should be. Also appreciate the positive reinforcement Rain provides with his compliments

I love Phayu's side-profile right here! The reddish-brown tint of his hair is apparent and pretty, and it's just a nice shot all around. P' Saifah walks in and calls him a meanie, to which Phayu replies "don't piss me off." Look at poor Phayu being all grumpy bc he couldn't tease his Rain more.

P' Saifah, the voice of reason, reminds Phayu that while it's good that Phayu is worried about Rain losing focus, he shouldn't be too mean or Rain will run away.

Sidenote: P' Saifah, I don't think you'll get through if you're "straight" with him, just saying...

Ok I LOVE this sequence because yet again, we have Phayu having full faith in Rain's abilities AND confidence in his feelings as well as Rain's reciprocation of them. We stan one confident king <3 I also love the upbeat, kinda jazzy background music here - it makes me think of the word whimsical for some reason, except the point being made here is that neither Phayu nor Rain are acting on a whim. Weird mental contrast...

And then P' Saifah summarizes the whole PhayuRain situation for us in one sentence with a necessary addendum:

And then we cut to Rain taking his work seriously while my other son, Sig tells us about his atrocious hygiene habits

I love how even while showing us that Rain's working hard, we're also made aware that he's prioritizing his time with Phayu too. Yay work-love balance!

Only someone with the brilliance of Sig's single braincell could come up with a nickname like Cloud Jizz for Rain. Unparalleled and highly perceptive

Poor Sky, being responsible for 3 grown children on the daily

Then we cut to the next day, after everyone has turned in their homework. Ple invites Rain out for food together, and Rain's face goes through the funniest sequence of expressions as he tries to figure out a way to get out of it bc he planned for this time to be spent parading in front of Phayu dammit! He ultimately fails though and presumably goes to eat with her.

This is literally "QUICK, THINK OF SOMETHING, ANYTHINGGG"

Ok folks, here begins Phayu's complete and utter descent into ruination courtesy of Rain. We know Phayu is attracted to Rain from the beginning, but to me, this is when we really get to see what that means.

But first, Rain what is this sleeping posture? How are you breathing with your windpipe nearly smushed like that? Also how is your tummy not cold? Are your feet getting any blood circulation? Seduction should not come at the cost of safety

Then we get Phayu coming in wearing yellow and blue, a color combination I never thought I'd see on someone who wasn't Sonic the Hedgehog, wearing a fuzzy soft smile

This is honestly just a really good angle for Boss. Petition for over 50% of shots to be taken of this particular angle. Also there's something so sweet about Phayu helping Rain out with this little task - this scene makes me feel so warm. Loving the trend of backlighting with bi-colors every time they're in this room!

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

#love in the air #lita the series #lita rewatch thoughts #bossnoeul #phayurain

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roseonne · 4 months

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pillars made of stars

The GOD-za trio ponders on a whimsical, hypothetical motif for their fabulous troupe.

happy 7th a3!nniversary ! ( ao3 link )

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And thus comes nightfall.

The entirety of Veludo Way lights up in a wink, making sure that all life shall keep moving even through the sun's temporary absence.

The star-filled expanse of the evening skies seem to invite those who happen to look up to witness its beauty from their homes to come out and admire it some more. The moon's gentle rays add the perfect touch to invoking senses of introspection and gratitude meant for such a special night like this.

Within the safety, comfort, and warmth of being indoors, Shift is quietly glued to a corner, just right by the window.

Haruto notices. The top actor's been watching the outside world go by since the moment he stepped inside his senior's apartment; with Madoka tagging along, of course.

"Wow..." Shift mumbles softly to himself, but clear enough for Haruto to perceive.

Is there something out there that he likes? If so, what is it? Could he perhaps be eyeing a little trinket being sold just across the street that he's too embarrassed to ask about? Odd. The word 'embarrassed' isn't normally partnered with Shift's name.

"Hey," Haruto speaks at last, after coming from the kitchen and helping himself onto the couch, "what's wrong? You're being too quiet, it's quite alarming."

Shift merely lets out a stifled laugh. "Don't worry Haruto-san, it's nothing," he assures his senior with a raised thumb.

"Maybe you're just hungry?" Madoka too must have heard and hence he asks; a phone remains in his hand as he returns from receiving a quick call. "The food's on its way, I think."

"Nah, I'm alright!" Shift insists, beaming with his signature smile. "Really, I am."

Haruto grunts, not so much as satisfied with Shift's minimal responses. But, regardless of how curiousーno, he's not worriedーhe is, he won't pry. This kid doesn't get a lot of chances to act his actual age in the first place. So as his respectable senior, Haruto will no longer criticize him for how he chooses to behave. (He mentally wishes for Shift to take it easy, though.) "Fine, if you say so. Just tell us immediately if you need anything, ya hear?"

"Ayeeee, sir!" The easygoing cheer in Shift's voice that Haruto and Madoka are used to hearing is now back in full effect. Finally. The two consider it a relief. (A big one, at that.)

"Uhm... If you don't mind me asking though, what exactly were you looking at?" The playwright bashfully asks. He walks over to where Shift is seated, and crouches down to his knees beside him.

Curiosity may not have overcome Haruto, but it evidently got the better of Madoka. Oh well. The youngest gladly points to the sky anyway, poking at the little twinkling lights scattered all over it.

"I see." Haruto proceeds as well to stand alongside his juniors, an arm proudly resting on his hip. "Fabulous, aren't they?"

One may think, stargazing is a common recreational activity that families and friends enjoy together on lovely, starry evenings. And it certainly is; until the 'families and friends' in question is GOD-za's famously inseparable trio. With how busy these three are individually and collectively, any supposed time to spare for leisure is rather spent either addressing matters of urgent concern and/or perfecting themselves for the utmost performances to ever grace theater's centerstage. So brief moments like this when the spinning of their worlds slow down a notch (or two), truly equates to a breath of fresh air that each of them hasn't fully realized they all needed at this point.

"Ah!" Madoka suddenly springs to his feet. As if having remembered, he hands the phone he used earlier back to Haruto. "Thank you very much."

"Anytime." He graciously accepts it. "Were you able to contact who you were planning to?"

Madoka politely nods. "I just ordered flowers for my brother."

"Oh, from the flower shop I know of?"

"That's the one!" A chuckle escapes the youngest Ikaruga sibling's lips. "I figured my brother would probably like his motif flowers as a present... Erーaside from onigiris, of course."

"Probably?" Haruto raises an eyebrow. "Madoka, he'll love anything as long as they're from you."

With a remark as such, Haruto could almost see for himself just how heartwarming this brotherly interaction will turn out when it does actually happen. The wishful smile on Madoka's face screams years and years of yearning for a family's love; something he's ever wanted, deserved, and will from now on have to get used to living with for the rest of his life. Good for him.

"Hm... Motif flowers? Mankai Company has them, right?" Shift recalls out loud, breaking the silence that once filled the room (and the mood). "If I remember correctly I think Azami has one assigned to him too!"

"All of them each have their own distinct flower. Although it also depends on the troupe they belong to, I believe." Haruto explains, as a-matter-of-fact-ly; while reclaiming his seat on the sofa. How did he know all this? Let's just say he's that keen as an observant of important details.

"Whoa!" Shift also scoots over to the center table only a couple inches away from him. "We should have flowers for us too!"

"HAH!?"

"Flowers, huh? Well, it does suit their aesthetic." Madoka considers, clutching his chin in thought. "But I'm not really sure if it's in line with GOD-za..."

"Exactly!" Haruto demands, hysterical in both word and deed. "If we're to set a motif for ourselves then it has to reflect GOD-za as a theater company. It has to accurately capture the essence of each member, not only as an employee but also as a person. It should also... And with a... But it must not..."

Amidst the pink-haired's nearly endless rattling, it's as though a lightbulb has been lit that Shift and Madoka come to what appears to be a telepathic agreement between them.

"Whimsically," Shift begins.

"Hypothetically," Madoka adds.

"Haruto-san. If you had to choose something to represent us, GOD-za, what would it be?"

Taking a sip from the cup of tea he brought with him from the kitchen a while ago, Haruto lets out a snarky sigh. "That's easy. We all know the answer to that."

"Uhm... Birthstones?" Madoka attempts a guess, despite hesitating.

"Eh. Not bad. But too predictable."

"How about our favorite food, then?" Shift also tries swinging his take around. Anyone who knows him likewise knows that he's thinking about just one type of food to assign himself to.

Haruto smacks a palm onto his forehead. "What are we, a restaurant?"

Guiding his juniors onto the same page as he is, is proving to be a much harder task than he expected. But they ought to step up their game; for Haruto's just about to show them what it looks like to be inside the realm of someone already treading the path of eternal beauty.

In one, quick swoop of his round lilac eyes towards the window, Haruto urges them to see once more, what's lies ahead from there. He witnesses a familiar fire light up in both Shift's and Madoka's gazes as they follow through not long later.

The three all share a knowing, insightful look. And without saying anything else, they all turn their heads to the sky; the fabulous answer they so seek, now presents itself gloriously before them.

"The stars!" Madoka exclaims, clearly convinced.

"OHHH!" Shift adjusts himself to view the heavens again, rightfully intrigued.

"Constellations," Haruto repeats, raising his arms up and lacing his fingers together at the back of his head, utterly fulfilled, "there is no other match."

Indeed. The evening has progressed nicely into a darker shade of the night; the moon reigning high up on her throne. And just as the stars seem to sparkle more than they ever have so far, but way before any of them could even recognize the various patterns these glistening lights form into, the food they ordered for dinner that Madoka referred to arrives at long last; pausing any and all sorts of discussion the trio's in the middle of tackling.

Haruto fills in the duty of accepting its delivery and providing payment for such. While he's away, however, mischievous Shift has a secret plan up his sleeve.

Suspiciously crawling his way towards Madoka, he whispers to him with a hoarse voice, "do you think we can talk Reni-san into this?"

"Into having our own motifs!?" Madoka's eyes turn as round as donuts in surprise. "But I thought this was only a hypotheticalー"

"Oh, c'mon. Let's try it! Just once, I promise!" Shift clasps his hands in plea. He doesn't look nor sound like he's backing down from this one any time soon.

Causing Madoka to find himself in a tight pinch. "Well... Maybe we could, butー"

"Great!!" Shift rapidly rubs his palms together. "Let's surprise Haruto-san!!"

Madoka scrambles forth into a panic. "W-Wait! I think we should talk everything out to everyone first..."

"Talk about what?"

Hearing Haruto's stern, regal presence all of a sudden leaves their insides tingling with either anxiety or excitement. Well. Actually, maybe both.

"Haruto-saaaaan!" Shift rushes to his fellow actor in a swift, carefree sprint. "We'll live up to all your expectations, just you wait and seeeee!"

Madoka scurries close after him, desperately hoping to stop him in his tracks on time. "Shift-san, noooo!"

"Haaah!?"

And thus is how the dearly adored GOD-za trio concludes their 27th of January. Loud, but fun. Unironically usual, and perfectly on brand.

Their not-so whimsical, hypothetical zodiac-based motif proposal must still undergo a rather tedious evaluation by the higher-ups, unfortunately; but in hindsight, doesn't it make total sense?

Madoka as Pisces; creative, gentle, and kind.

Haruto as Virgo; hardworking, loyal, and sympathetic.

Shift as Libra; charming, friendly, and acts as a bridge between people.

Whether or not GOD-za approves of such a gig, no thing nor person can ever take away the fact that these three are ultimately meant to be the pillars of the most fabulous theater troupe in Veludo Way.

#a3!#godza #god-za trio #haruto asuka #shift arakawa #madoka ikaruga #inside seonne's head

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Spiraling

Alternate titles: "I'm Having a Bad Day, so Guess What? So is Farah" or "I Use a Lot of Metaphors." I'm so sorry Farah my darling. Apologies if anyone seems OOC.

Like clock work, the summer months draw to a close, the hazy, quiet warmth of Alfea's halls reignite with the bustle of returning staff, catch-up chatter filtering through the formerly empty space. Lazily attended-to paperwork now reaches priority levels. Farah's mornings start no earlier but she's required to actually start: no more quiet cups of coffee, watching the sun rise, admiring a certain Specialist's early-morning training from the safety and anonymity of her suite. She rises with efficiency now, the familiar routine of dressing and pinning up her hair with the same meticulous detail she used to pay to her battle armor. Every year for the last sixteen years, the time arrives when she must return to duty and schedules with more rigidity than she allows herself during those free months. Sixteen years of complacency, sixteen years of a familiarity she's taken for granted.

This year is very much the same, at least in theory. The paperwork takes greater precident than before; she doesn't have an assistant to handle deliveries of inventory anymore but Sky and Terra and Sam are more than happy to help, especially if it means she isn't the one lifting the boxes of books and carrying Ben's floral samples. Saul's early morning training sessions still take place, though not as early as either of them is used to. Now when Farah wakes, Saul is there with a cup of coffee ready and waiting, a silent support and appraisal of her well being before he leaves her side. The changes feel subtle in that they slide seamlessly within Farah's typical return-to-school routine. But then the day before students arrive dawns and Farah wakes feeling not entirely herself.

She wakes too early, the sun barely reaching above the trees and a deep unidentifiable ache in her bones and muscles that have felt too strained in recent days. She can hear the steady beat of rain on the roof, a welcome and anticipated summer shower Ben's been praying for; it's also the cause of her pain, and she rubs absently at her knee, another at a twinge in her once-broken neck, marking the time on her bedside clock: four-thirty-six in the morning. Plenty of time to fall back asleep, but she's not going to, she knows that.

She swallows the pain killers dry, moving on stiff steps from the bed to the bathroom, easing back beneath the blankets to stare at the ceiling while Saul slumbers peacefully beside her. And as the light creeps across the carpet, her mind wanders, edging closer to that dark dip she usually teeters far enough from the edge not to risk falling in. Typically, Saul is there, physically if not also mentally, with a firm grip on her waist to haul her back as needed. Her hand is never empty for long, not with her students so eager to reach for it. She's kept busy enough that the cliff's edge isn't a worry; it's a barely-there precipice. But this morning, her mind is idle. This morning, her heels stray so close to that steep mental drop she can imagine the crumbling stone beneath her feet.

Another year, and she barely survived the last one. She technically didn't survive the last one. They'd finished the year strong, a school united in loyalty and grief, but the fear had still been palpable, a virus spreading through the students that'd remained until the end, not pulled out by their parents or recovering beyond the walls that'd housed their trauma. Farah has done her best not to dwell, to put one foot in front of the other for the sake of the others, if not also herself. If she allows herself to dwell, she'll spiral.

She's spiraling.

How is she meant to look the students and staff in the eye and promise protection? How is she meant to encourage moving on from last year when she can't? How can she expect their trust, their respect, considering how drastically she's failed them? If a single student shows up at all, it's an undeserved reward for her incompetence. She doesn't deserve to even hold the title of headmistress after everything she's been through, everything she's done or not done. The secrets kept, lies told, fear and mistrust fostered. It's her fault. It's all her fault. She would weep, if it weren't for the all-encompassing numb weariness that settles over her the longer she succumbs to the gravity of her own thoughts.

Saul grunts, a long, slow breath drawn through his nose that signals his return to consciousness; Farah feels the familiar warm hum of their bond waking with him, and she clamps down on the darkness of her thoughts with an iron fist. By the time Saul blinks at her with a sleep-clouded gaze, his smile is soft and lazy, no indication he's aware of her hovering breakdown.

"Morning."

"Good morning."

"You're up early," Saul glances at the clock: six-thirty. Farah musters up a smile that isn't completely forced.

"Not by much," Farah lies; she switches off the alarm, set for six-fifty.

Saul takes advantage of her shifted position to wrap an arm around her waist, hauling her closer to press a kiss to the shell of her ear.

"Everything alright?"

The confirmation she knows he's looking for, that she's not alright, catches in her throat. He rests his chin against her collarbone, that look on his face she knows he gets when there's no one else to see them like this, like he thinks she's hung the moon and stars. Now is not one of the times she feels the warmth of such a look, however: it leaves her feeling guilty and ashamed and undeserving. She so badly wants to confide in him, knows in her heart and her mind there's no reason she can't, but she can't. She wants to, but the words won't come. They swell and stick tight behind her teeth, a silent dam she doesn't have the energy to rebuild, today of all days. Because as soon as she starts, she won't be able to stop, and the words will tumble and flow, gain momentum like the proverbial snowball, and the tears will follow, and she can't afford it, much as she may want to. Not today.

She's careful to keep her mind clear, as gentle and calm as the waves she practices picturing to calm the tumultuous thoughts of others threatening to invade and quiet her mind. It's a practice she's used since her own Alfea days, before Rosalind's more extreme methods took over, and a trick she's implemented again just recently when the sudden resurgence of her magic was too overwhelming following her resurrection. The levity in her tone is forced, but not detectibly so when she smiles at the man she adores, and who adores her right back, knowing she's breaking his unsuspecting heart keeping this bottled up. When he discovers her ruse, as he's likely to, his anger will be non-existent, his disappointment crippling, and his own hurt more painful than any wound she's been afflicted with.

"I'm fine."

She follows her words with a kiss pressed to his nose and a smile he returns easily.

"Coffee?"

"Please."

He sits up, then presses his full weight to her chest so he can pepper her face with kisses until the weight in her mind eases and she's swallowing back her mirth. She indulges him in a proper kiss, watches fondly as he slips a shirt over his naked torso and disappears into the kitchen. She hates how quickly the smile drops from her lips, but she can't help it. Not today.

"...missing a batch of aconite but not to worry there, it hasn't been swiped, I've got an invoice from the company about a delay and- Farah?"

She blinks, aware in that simple action that her lids have dipped lower than is acceptable for a conversation with a colleague, let alone a friend. It's exhaustion, plain and simple, and as the morning hours drag on the effort of holding her head high grows harder and harder. The rain lashes hard against the windows, a mirroring of her overwhelming emotions. She clenches a fist loosely atop her checklist, woefully unfulfilled, and manages a bland smile for Ben.

"I'm sorry. I am paying attention-"

"You and Saul," Ben gripes, "No appreciation for the finer details of horticulture."

It's a joke, a tease, and it doesn't fall flat, but it slides easily beneath the cracks in her emotional armor, poisoned with unspoken things she doesn't hold Ben accountable for not saying because she knows he wouldn't. But she hears them all the same, those venomous adders snaking into her mind reminding her of her failings as a friend not to humor Ben in this most basic of interests, something he shared with dear Rose. But now with her gone, why, knowing the pain of her passing, does Farah find it so difficult to lend an ear? Beyond inventory, beyond invoices and potion supplies, why does Ben put up with her?

She's still spiraling, riptide drawing her out to sea, caught in a current of her own making. She keeps her head above water by sheer force of will, but she's slipping.

"Farah?"

"I'm fine."

The lie falls easier from her lips with every additional time she utters it, twice more to Saul at breakfast when he'd caught her staring out the window at the rain, and once even to Terra, the bewildered earth fairy tossing out steadying hands when her pseudo-aunt almost walked straight into her, brows furrowed in concern as she'd asked after the mind fairy's well being. Farah, far more familiar with lying to her students, hadn't hesitated a second before reaffirming -a futile attempt to convince herself, too- that she was "fine."

Ben's brows are furrowed just like his daughter's, gaze a little too lingering, a little too appraising. Farah forces her smile to be softer, but it feels strained, and she purses her lips to cover it. Storm clouds are gathering behind her eyes, between her temples, rumbling with upset and the strongest pressure for tears she's felt yet. She takes as slow a breath as she dares through her nose, careful to keep it steady. She's prepared to brush the moment aside, perhaps confirm exhaustion, as Ben is probably expecting, but her friend beats her to the punch. The invoices are set aside and he rummages through the pocket of his forest green cardigan, handing Farah a handkerchief she knows has dried many a childish eye of crocodile tears. She takes it, with the robotic instinct of one being handed something regardless of her puzzlement as to its offering; when she turns a critical eye to Ben, his smile is soft and sad.

"You're crying, my dear."

Despite the handkerchief clutched in a vice-like grip, she swipes her free hand across her cheek, feels both the trickle that replaces what she's just removed and the dampness on her fingers. The breath she takes now is shuddering and she dabs at her eyes with the handkerchief futiley, the evidence of her tears releasing the flood she's been holding back all morning.

"I don't know why I'm crying. I don't know what's wrong with me," she admits, trying to brush the moment aside -should she blame hormones?- but Ben tuts, coming around the side of her desk to rub soothingly at her back.

"Nothing's wrong with you," because he knows what she really means, and the admission has her tears falling harder, faster, as she knew they would, silent grief turning to stifled sobs Ben muffles against his shoulder when he turns her to him for a hug.

"Nothing's wrong with you," Ben repeats, "I've had a feeling this was coming."

"How could you possibly have known that," and it's less a question than a demand for an answer because she doesn't do this. She doesn't fall apart for no good reason. She feels Ben's chuckle against her cheek, his hands still tracing soothing paths up and down her arms.

"Because I know you, Farah, and I know when you're upset. Saul mentioned you weren't quite yourself this morning, but he didn't want to push you if you weren't ready to share."

And she feels foolish now for thinking he wouldn't have noticed, for no one knows her as well as Saul Silva, and vice versa. She huffs not-quite a laugh, throat blocked with emotion and nose stuffed with congestion. She draws back from Ben's embrace, sniffing hard and dabbing at her eyes again, smudging mascara across the faded fabric.

"I'll wash it," she murmurs forlornly, fingers toying with the fraying edges and Ben chuckles again, crouching to take the handkerchief and wipe her eyes properly.

"And it'll certainly come out. Rose charmed it herself never to stain."

"Everything is tarnished," she murmurs in weary explanation, and Ben leans back, arms draped over his knees.

"How so?"

"Rosalind. Everything," Farah waves a hand noncommittally, "Alfea was meant to be a safe space, a place the children could learn without fear, but it isn't, not anymore. I've failed them. I abandoned them to her influence and neglected to adequately pick up the pieces left behind."

"Might I ask that you not be quite so harsh on my best friend?" Ben demands, and Farah blinks, more startled tears tracing clear tracks down her cheeks.

Ben stands to lean one hip against her desk, "You see, she's had quite the terrible year, confronting demons from her past, digging up old traumas, not to mention having herself dug up after she was killed by her former mentor. It's in my best herbologist's opinion that you go easy on her."

"Ben-"

"Might I remind you you couldn't walk on your own power a few months ago?" Ben continues, "And not even moments after you woke from your inconceivable resurrection you were demanding information on the well being of your students. You nearly gave yourself a stroke worrying after Bloom, and you nearly gave Saul and I a coronary sneaking off as you did after Rosalind a second time. And you nearly died again. For good Farah. I don't know that you fully grasp the consequences of your own martyrdom."

"It was never my intention to be a martyr-"

And there's a bit more strength in her disagreement, but Ben interrupts again.

"Intention is nine-tenths of the law," he quotes sagely, "But in this case that one-tenth holds far more weight. You may have intended the outcome of Rosalind's first attack, but you had no way of anticipating the nature of her second. And I don't know that you've let yourself think about it. No," he corrects, "I know you haven't. Because you've never given your feelings any consideration when there are others involved, and now it's all catching up with you."

Ben ducks his head to catch her eye, and Farah feels shame heat her cheeks at the realization she's been avoiding his gaze.

"There is nothing wrong with you," Ben repeats, again, "There is nothing wrong with prioritizing the feelings of others, but there is also nothing wrong with allowing yourself to feel your own feelings. And nobody blames you, nobody thinks less of you for it. You're allowed to cry and be upset at what is quite an upsetting thing."

"I am upset," Farah confirms with another sniff, fingers twisting the handkerchief Ben had returned to her.

"As you should be."

"I was terrified."

"Quite understandably."

"I feel so useless and- overwhelmed," and the tears begin anew, Ben reaching for her again without hesitation. It solves nothing, not really, but it's cathartic, and Ben's right, it's overdue. Like unblocking a culvert destined to be refilled with debris, but for the moment, her mind feels refreshed, troubled waters running clearer with the silt settling back on the river bed.

"Do you feel better?" Ben asks when the well has run dry, and Farah does feel well enough to pout, respond indignantly:

"No."

But then she sighs, fingers catching at the pins in her hair when she tries to run a hand through it; she contents herself with twirling those loose curls around her face, twining them round and round her finger.

"Yes. But I don't know why."

"You don't have to," Ben advises, "Sometimes it isn't about deciding why something helps, only that it does. There's absolutely no reason why hot chocolate and biscuits at midnight helped Sam and Terra with nightmares, but it did, no matter what the parenting books said about sugar and bedtimes. It's enough that it makes you feel better, it doesn't have to make sense."

Farah sighs, confronted now with itchy eyes and paperwork sure to irritate them further, and far fewer hours left to accomplish all she needs to before the start of term. But before that same feeling of overwhelming can creep back up to block her throat, Ben speaks.

"I believe Saul should be finished setting up the training grounds," he cranes his neck as though he can see out the window, but they both know he can't. "I'd say it's time for a cup of tea, a snack, and then we can put that 'headmaster' title to good use and have him tackle some of this. No reason you can't share the load."

"No," Farah concedes, "That sounds perfect. Thank you Ben, I mean it."

"I know. And you're welcome, my dear, any time."

I have no explanation, other than I have been having A Day and somewhere along the way it just got to be too much for no explainable reason, but suddenly everything was so much worse. And then I cried and felt so much better even though nothing changed because I always remember what the mother in Princess Diaries says which is "you've been hurt, so you just cry, okay?" And sometimes you just need that, even if you don't know what hurt you. Anyone else have days like that? But I thought you know who else might feel this way? Farah. And then I self projected so many words. And I know the prequel book said Farah only cried once at Aster Dell, but I reject that.

#eve best #fate the winx saga #ftws #fate winx saga #fate: the winx saga #farah dowling #saul silva #rob james collier #ben harvey #fate fanfic #long post #farah dowling x saul silva #farah x saul #silrah

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penflicks · 1 year

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Andreas talking to Bloom and telling her she's got to give up thinking she can save everyone because that's exactly what led him to disaster.

Andreas found Bloom sat by the strip of water that ran the length of the training field. It was late and he should tell her off for being out after curfew but she was Rosalind's new favourite and he remembered the advantages that brought onto too well. So instead of hauling her up and shooing her inside he sat down beside her and listened to the nocturnal wildlife going about their nightly business.

"You might look like Sky but you don't move like him. So if you're trying to trick me into telling you something it's not going to work." Bloom voice sounded different to how Andreas had heard it before, reedy and vulnerable as if she'd been crying.

"Rosalind been telling you that only you have the ability to save people? She had a similar line for me, and one for Ben and one for Farah. Fuck knows what she said to Saul but he's certainly not the social butterfly he used to be." Andreas laid on his back and worked to stretch out one of the muscles which had been pulling all day. He either had a muscle knot there or had somehow strained it. The tension pulled free and he flopped in relief.

"She thinks I can save the otherworld." Bloom looked over at him with a lost expression that reminded him of his own little Beatrix.

He leaned himself up onto one elbow and tried to work out what would bring her the most comfort, encouragement that she could do it, or some unpleasant truthes. He'd got the former when looking back he'd needed the latter, who he decided to give that one a go.

"Then she's setting you up for failure, and you're going to break when it all comes tumbling down." Andreas rolled onto his back and looked up at the night sky. "Just like I did. Just like Farah did. Just like Ben did. Just like-actually no Saul seems to have made complete peace with it because he's so fucking adaptable."

"Miss Dowling wasn't broken," Bloom, loyal to the end, defended.

"Course she was, we all were by the ones we couldn't save, and I'm not talking Aster Dell. That was a whole other thing of misinformation and loss of nerve and soul deep exhaustion. If you want the lesson from that, it's don't keep important information to yourself and don't push your unit without rest for months." Andreas has after all chosen to throw himself on Saul's sword rather than try and puzzle out what was actually going on, which in hindsight was an extremely telling move of his mental state.

"Who are you talking about?" Bloom asked.

"Your friends who have convinced themselves that you'll safe them, that your power and skill can overcome all dangers. And then you watch as they die in front of you, the hope leaving their eyes because somehow even at the end they still believed you'd be able to save them from the monster that ran them through." Andreas breathed in deeply filling his lungs with the cool night air to drive away the sense memory of blood coating the inside of his nose. "Don't let her turn you into a hero Bloom. Don't be her monster either or I'll be out of a job and fuck knows I've got nothing else going for me."

"Andreas? There are still people who care about you." Oh she had a heart of gold this one, wanting to save him when Andreas had doomed himself a long long time ago.

"Don't worry about me. Just don't let them put you on a pedestal, Bloom, don't let them convince themselves you're some kind of saviour." Andreas sat up slowly and hunched over his knees. He could still see their desperate, hopeful faces that everything Rosalind had led them to believe was true and he could lead them to safety by her side. He remembered them being cut down, one by one as distractions for the burned ones he was helping her take out. "I must prefer the role of monster. Seeing hatred in distrust in their eyes is a lot easier to bear than the hope going out of them." Andreas touched Bloom's back softly.

"What should I do?" Bloom asked. "I don't want to be this mythical dragon flame sent to save the otherworld."

"Then don't isolate yourself, trust your friends to find other solutions and work as a team. My happiest moments were when it was just the battalion and we had each others backs. No heros, no monsters, just the fight and the celebration of being alive afterwards." Andreas got up. "And also it's after curfew, so go to bed, young lady."

Bloom pulled herself to a feet with a thoughtful expression as she walked back to her suite. Andreas just hoped it would be enough to keep her from taking the world on her shoulders.

#fate the winx saga #Fate winx saga #ftws andreas #Ftws #andreas of eraklyon #bloom peters #I hope this isn't too rambly and makes sense #I wrote it with a migraine

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lackuraphi · 10 months

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Angel wings au)Chapter 4:Black angel

Emmet was a black angel.

(⚠️Caution⚠️)

I used a translator

This is the Fan fiction

It’s different from the original

Pokemon doesn’t appear(Except for one)

All Trainers have angel wings

This AU includes discrimination

Content Warning:offensive words, train accident, character gets a lot of hate and mentally hurtful

Black angels have long been persecuted by angels. They were persecuted for not just white wings. No one knows when they have been persecuted. Maybe they were persecuted in the first place.

Then one day, the black angels disappeared. And the angels began to fear the black angels. They said the black angels might come back one day…

The angels' rejection of the black angels turned into fear. —————————————

So many things have happened in the meantime.

"What?! Emmet is a black angel?!"

First, Ingo, Emmet, and Elesa told her best friend Skyla about Emmet's secret.

"But whether his wings are white or black, the fact that Emmet is Emmet remains the same!" "Skyla….!" "And if the wings are both equally white, it will be more confusing who is Ingo and who is Emmet? To be honest, I can't tell the difference between the two yet. Hee-hee!"

Fortunately, Skyla also accepted the black angel Emmet.

"So are you going to tell the other friends that Emmet is a black angel?" "Are you trying to spread the word to all the students? Skyla?" "Maybe The bullies can beat Emmet!" "I am Emmet. I hate bullying." "Oh, that's true.. I'm sorry, Emmet…" "Don't worry Skyla! I'm fine!"

And Ingo and Emmet went to school without any problems. Except for the safety class to watch out for the black angels..

"Be careful even if the black angels are not in front of you right now. Black angels are hiding around us. And they're looking for a chance to attack us. So always look around."

"Hey, Ingo. I don't like this safety class." "Then, why don't you imagine a train that you like with your ears and eyes closed?" "Yup, I will."

A few years later, at the age of 15, by the standards of angels, Ingo and Emmet, along with their classmates, graduated from school in Straton City without any problems, encouraged by Alder, the elder angel of Unova.

"From today on, you have become adult angels! Now that the wings have grown, the sky can fly higher! ..That doesn't mean your growth is over! You guys still have the potential to grow more than you are now! And fly vigorously up the higher sky!"

The graduates followed Alder, who spread his large wings, and threw the academic cap they were wearing. However, Emmet, who was hiding his black wings with a bandage, took off his academic cap, which he was wearing without spreading his wings. Ingo also quietly took off his academic cap, which he was wearing without spreading his wings along with Emmet.

"Ingo….." "I don't ignore Emmet…"

But being an adult wasn't all good. They had to take different paths for their dreams.

Elesa, who had been close to them since childhood, became a model she had dreamed of for a long time, but her job as a model was busier than she thought, They couldn't see Elesa's face very often except for her walking on the runway or appearing in fashion magazines. Still, they were able to communicate with her, but it was different from seeing three people in person.

Ingo and Emmet became Depot Agents for Gear Station, a subway station in Nimbasa City. They loved the train, so it was perfect. But the distance from Anville Town to Nimbasa City was very far, even with direct trains, So Ingo and Emmet had to leave their hometown of Anville Town and go to Nimbasa City, where the Gear Station was located.

Nevertheless, Ingo and Emmet were more active than anyone else in the Depot Agent's work at Gear Station. So they made a very good impression on people.

"Ingo has a blunt face, but he is warm and friendly and helps passengers well! And his work is excellent! Ingo is popular because he is reliable! In short, he has a scary face, but he's actually a good person!" "Emmet always has a bright smile. So Emmet is also popular with passengers. ..it's heartbreaking that he's still wearing a bandage because he hurt his wings…I hope his wings will be fully recovered soon…"

With the good reviews and high performance of Ingo and Emmet, the Gear Station people unanimously appointed Ingo and Emmet as the 'Subway Boss', the very high position that manages everything in the Gear Station. Ingo and Emmet, of course, were very pleased.

"It's such an honor..I can't believe I'm Subway Boss…" "I am Emmet! I am so happy to be Subway Boss!" "By the way, Emmet. Subway Boss's uniform must be chosen between black and white." "What I do. What I say. Always the same. I like white. And white is the color of Ingo's wings, right?" "Then I'll choose the black one that I like. And black is the color of Emmet's wings, right?"

Ingo and Emmet, who became Subway Bosses, managed the Gear Station together in uniform opposite to their wing colors.

"Thank you for riding the our Subway today." "Now then, ALL ABOARD!"

Gear Station was crowded with people to see Ingo and Emmet as well as subway passengers.

"Since Ingo and Emmet became Subway Boss, more people have visited our Gear Station!" "Thanks to Ingo's kindness and Emmet's smile!" "I can't believe the number of users has increased..I'm so happy!" "I am Emmet! If Ingo is so happy, I'm so happy, too!"

※Caution: The content will become more serious ※

Tragedy happened suddenly one day in everyday life.

Emmet was welcoming people as he walked around the platforms of Gear Station with a smile.

"Hello! Emmet!" "Hi! I am Emmet. Follow the schedule. Everybody smile!" "Your smile makes me smile!" "Look! It's Subway Boss Emmet!" "Yup! I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss." "Emmet! You're walking with energy today as always!" "I am Emmet. I like to walk more than to fly!"

And he was soon on the platform where the train was coming in, guiding people to step back behind the yellow line.

"The train is coming here soon. Stay safe and take a step back from the yellow line."

Also on the platform, a drunken Clerk was stumbling along to catch the train.

"Hiccups! Boss..You always make me work overtime..Hiccups! Huh? When I was your age?! Hiccups! black angel boomer.. Hiccups! Everything from A to Z is the worst! Hiccups! Hiccups! black angel boomer boss!!! Hiccups!"

Emmet looked at the Clerk and gave him a scowl. He walked around the platform drunk, smelling of alcohol, offending people, and the expression "black angel" made Emmet feel bad.

'That man. made me feel bad. I want him to go away.'

But suddenly, He heard a scream from the side of the track. Emmet turned to the track where he heard the screams. The staggering drunken Clerk fell off the track with a loss of balance. And unfortunately, the train was approaching. The ATO system, which automatically drives the train, detected a person who fell on the track and was stopping the train in a hurry, but it was useless because it was a train that was running at such a high speed.

Emmet didn't have time to think. Emmet quickly ran to the tracks.

'I am really serious. Really serious.'

Emmet then released the bandage from his wings and quickly flapped the black wings to rescue Clerk from falling on the tracks before being hit by a train.

"It's.. okay.. now…"

At that moment, Emmet thought.

People who saw Emmet's black wings would still like Emmet, realizing that their thoughts were wrong..

'But whether his wings are white or black, the fact that Emmet is Emmet remains the same!'

It's like Skyla, who knew he was a black angel when he was a child, and still was a close friend…

"I..It's a black angel! The Black Angel has appeared!"

But not all the angels were kind to Emmet.

People who saw Emmet's black wings began to buzz. Some of them said hurtful things to Emmet. No, most were people who said hurtful things to Emmet.

"Oh my god! Emmet was a black angel???" "Hiccups! Black angel..! Hiccups! Don't touch me! Hiccups!" "When I first saw him, his smile really gave me goosebumps!" "I felt bad about his smiling face!" "Mom, why does that guy have black wings?" "Don't go near there. There is a black angel." "Ugh..I'm going to get a refund!" "Go away, black angel!" "It's better to fly to my wings, even if it's hard, than to use a Gear Station with a black angel." "I'll never go to Gear Station again!" "Why doesn't Gear Station put that black angel out of work?" "He can never be fired! That black angel is Subway Boss who manages Gear Station, the highest position here!" "No way! Did he become Subway Boss not to be fired?!"

All the bad gossip about Emmet poured down on Emmet like a lot of arrows.

"………"

Emmet eventually collapsed on the spot.

"Everyone! Please! Please stop! The train is about to depart! Aren't you going to board the train?" "Ha! You're lucky, Black Angel!"

The situation calmed down only after Ingo, who heard the situation belatedly, hurriedly flew in and covered Emmet, who had collapsed.

Emmet was shivering in Ingo's arms.

"Emmet.. I'm so sorry.. I'm late…" "…..In…go….." "Emmet…." "I'm…Not……Okay…."

Emmet shed tears in Ingo's arms. But Emmet was still smiling. Ingo's heart ached as he looked at Emmet, who was keeping his smile.

#submas #ingo #emmet #sbms #subway boss #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #subway master #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #pokemon elesa #pokemon skyla #nimbasa trio #pokemon alder #Angel wings au

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Hi Kym!!! Hope you are well! Here with my first costume ask of the season, hehe. ::Rubs hands together:: So I saw a post earlier this week that had a picture of Maddie in What's Your Grievance, as she calls the Buckleys to express her worries about Buck being in therapy. Obviously this issue was a pretty major trigger for her, and what I found Very Interesting is that the shade of her light blue cardigan (worn over a white shirt underneath) looks to my admittedly very untrained eye to be very close to the light blue of Buck's polo in 6x02 that you discussed in your meta. Do you think there's any connection? Light blue is the color of Buckleys about to go through it, apparently, if fandom's observations and predictions about Buck's arc are accurate.

Hey Kate

I'm excited to get your first costume ask of the season - sorry its taken me a few days to get to it, life has been very busy!!

The connection to Maddie in the blue cardigan from Future tense is an interesting one. it is a similar shade of blue - not quite the same - Maddie's is more of a sky or baby blue than Bucks, but they are close enough to be considered the same shade in this context. I also don't think that fact that Buck is in therapy is the thing that connects the two scenes, not do I agree with the fandom assertion that light blue means Buckleys about to go through it and I have a couple of reasons for this, so lets look at all the times Maddie and Buck have worn light blue;

Maddie

3x01 - When Maddie an Chim discuss if they want to have children - Maddie is wearing a white tee with blue stripes and a bright blue shirt over the top

4x03 - Maddie talks to her Mom on the phone - she's wearing a white camisole and a blue longline cardigan

5x04 and 12 the video recording of Maddie telling Chimney she's left and not to come looking for her - Maddie wears a bright blue shirt with a line check pattern on.

Buck

4x05 - Maddie and Buck make peace and Maddie gives Buck the postcards he sent from his travels - Buck wears a white shirt with very pale blue pin stripes and a blue sports jacket

5x18 - Hen and Karens vow renewal - Buck wears the light blue suit

6x01 - the lasagne kitchen scene - Buck is wearing a light blue zip front denim shirt with cream pinstripes (I'm including this because although its not technically the same blue, its close enough - my previous connections about this shirt still stand, its just been cleverly woven into this other narrative by the costume team!)

6x02 - Locker room scene - Buck wears the blue collared waffle knit top

there are a few times Buck wears a very very pale blue shirt or jumper such as the hoodie he sleeps in in 4x14, but they are a different shade of blue so don't really count towards this!

As you can probably see - none of these scenes connect with a Buckley sibling 'about to go through it' - the only one that fits into that category imo is the blue shirt Maddie is wearing in the video message to Chim - and shes already in t by that point, so I'd argue it still doesn't fit that idea!

In my opinion the connection between all of these scenes is actually family - both history and finding your place and building your family - that search for Happiness (which is the thing we know Buck is actively looking for now, but its also the the thing he's been searching for all his life). We see Maddie's journey - from that first blue top centring around a conversation about children - wanting them but never feeling safe (and we obviously know it was foreshadowing the events of the end of the season and season 4), her concern over Buck being in therapy and wanting to not keep Daniel a secret anymore - the one thing that is stopping her at this point in feeling content in the family she's building for herself, and then when she fears for the safety of her family and chooses to run away - when her mental health is preventing her from being able to feel like she can have the family she has created (in its barest form - PPD has so much angles to it!)

Then there is Buck - his awakened understanding of why he's never felt like he fit with his family - but gains an important pice when he and Maddie make peace and she gives him the postcards he sent her. Then ther eis the important moment when Buck has freed himself from his relationship - an important moment for him as its the first time he's chosen something for himself - he's freed himself from the potential of an unhappy family life (and also the possibility of not actually having a family of his own - we don't know if Taylor wants children but she's so career focused its fair to assume that she may not!) with someone who doesn't fit in with his wider family - the one he's been steadily building. He is also watching a family renewing their commitment to each other - the very thing he wants for himself so the suit is a double whammy of meaning here. Then there is the lasagne shirt - again the family he has been building and a moment of happiness for Buck (he just hasn't fully connected the dots yet), before finally we get the locker room shirt - the most explicit of all of them, but also a follow on from the lasagne scene in many ways.

For me the connection between the two scenes you mentioned specifically is actually Daniel. At the time, we the audience are as in the dark as Buck is about Daniel, but we get these two lines from Maddie;

'He doesn't know anything, but maybe he should'

'How do you tell somebody that you've been lying to them for their entire life'

Daniel is the key to Bucks happiness and the key to Maddies as well - although she has now dealt with much of it - the knowing and not knowing about Daniel created a fugitive and a settler. The fugitive who knows and then runs from it (because thats essentially what her parents have been doing the whole time) because it is something too big to be reckoned with until she has no other choice. And the settler - the one who didn't know and who has found ways of coping - traumatised by something he wasn't aware of and so clung to whatever he could get. Now having taken that first step to freeing himself from clinging to something that isn't working is at a point where he has to reckon with the big trauma because it is the only way to heal - the only way to deal with the associated trauma of always hating who you are and who you have been (hence the software updates - its a way of distancing yourself from a version of you you don't like - you update and don't have to be that version anymore -its no longer a part of you and in your head if you update you can pretend that person is someone else and you don't have to face up to why you behaved a certain way or feel a certain way. Buck being in therapy first time around (with Dr Copeland) was never going to work when he didn't have all the facts and there is a reason we haven't seen or heard of him in therapy since and it all goes back to Daniel - the big thing Buck hasn't faced up to - but is going to have to if he wants to find happiness.

Sorry I don't know if this makes nay sense - I got a bit rambly (and I think I might be projecting a bit of my own experiences onto Buck 😳) Basically what I'm trying to say is that the blue we're talking about is about Daniel and (Maddie and) Bucks first trauma - and those two scenes connect the first time we see the Buckley siblings starting to reckon with that trauma - the recognition that they need to deal with it to be able to live their lives and find happiness. Maddie had bumps along the road, so expect Buck to as well - I would expect to see him in this blue again in correspondence with that!

#kym answers things #asharadaine asks #Kate asks #I loved this ask - it really got me thinking #911 costume theory #kym costume theory #the buckley siblings in blue #why do I always get long when I answer asks 😂#the buckley siblings #we hate the Buckley parents on this blog #its all about dealing with childhood trauma #911 on fox #911 fox #911 #buck #evan 'buck' buckley #maddie #911onfox #maddie buckley

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It can’t be happening again!

You know, the first time around, going on daily walk did do wonder for Dawud’s mental health, so might as well try it again. Well, arguably the first time, it was because he got dragged out by force from his depression den, but you know, going outside to get some fresh air ever once in a while doesn’t hurt either. The next step should be getting an haircut, but anyway.

As Dawud was walking towards the edge of town, he noticed the sky getting brighter and brighter, which considering it was the evening, should not be happening. Like usually it’s the other way around but who knows, maybe some rogue spellcaster threw a weird spell that reversed the day/night cycle.

Dawud: Uh, that’s an odd looking pl- THAT IS NOT A PLANE!

Holy shit. It’s happening again. He managed to see another UFO. How can this keep happening to him? All Audrey wants is to see one and in her five years living in Strangerville she literally never, and he gets to see one twice!

No no no no. There’s got to be a logical explanation. It was definitely not a bird, but what does he know about ornithology? It could be a weird trick of light, or maybe it is indeed a odd looking plane! He remembers when his father was still alive, he was an aeronautical engineer, and he used to show him sometime plans for potential future aircraft models, and some of them did look pretty damn flying saucer-like. Which is a shame as one of the beauty of airplanes is that they look like giant winged phal- Sorry, gotten away here. Anwyay, what he was thinking is that, well, his dad showed him these future models more than a decade ago, and the military tends to enjoy technological advancement long before civilians, so maybe???

And so, he just...went home. There is nothing to worry about, no way he saw weird unexplained thing in the sky twice! No way! He’s just going to go back home, mind his business and act as if nothing was. Not even gonna tell Audrey this time, it’s just not worth it.

At around midnight, Audrey put on her pjs and started to wonder what movie they should watch that night.

Dawud: Any interesting movies are airing tonight? Audrey: Into the Woods. Dawud: That’s the title of my sex tape. Audrey: ...Wha- OH COME ON!

That’s when they heard a knock at the door. Uh? Strange...Audrey looked through the peephole and she recognized who was on the other side. One of her colleague at the Strangerville lab actually. Though the last time he ever came to her door late in the evening, it was to send Dawud to San Myshuno for his own safety.

Audrey: Jeffrey, what are you doing here? It’s midnight! Jeffrey: Hello Audrey, hello Audrey’s friend. I have been sent here after being told someone in this house has witnessed extraterrestrial activities earlier today. Audrey: Um well, I haven’t...DAWUD??? Dawud: Yeah... Audrey: How come you saw a UFO twice and I can’t even once! Dawud: I wish I knew. Neptune: MEOW MEEEEOOOOW

Well, guess it’s time for him to pack his bag, he’s being sent to San Myshuno yet again. Though at that very specific point in time, his biggest worry was giving a little treat to Neptune, as she would not stop meowing for attention while Jeffrey was trying to explain the rule he’ll have to follow next.

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starcatcher144 · 6 months

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What if...? - Part: 3

Another Request! Ready! Cang Du & Gremmy Alive Au!

Summary:

The Sternritters pursue Ichigo before Ywach can kill them all. Liliac facing death and life for a quick second.

Character(s):

Cang Du

Bazz B

Gremmy

Oc(s) Present:

Lilac

Juniper Jupiter

He stared at Bazz B, who tried to chase after Ichigo, only to be stopped by a wave of sakura petals. Cang Du watched as the petals dispersed, revealing the Soul Reapers. He was about to step out of the shadows of the building that he was hidden in when he felt something stop him. He looked around and saw nothing, making him hesitate and retreat back.

He watched as Ichigo left, as the Shinigami tried to stop the Sternritters from reaching him. Bazz B faced off against a spiky red haired Shinigami.

"If it isn't the Iron Wall... Sometimes I wonder what is going on in that mind of yours. Maybe thinking about the safety of a certain rooster... I would not know. Anyway, why are you waiting in the shadows?"

Cang Du turned around, to see Sternritter V, "Vision, Gremmy Thoumeaux. He narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that Gremmy was a sadist and could end up harming whoever, just so that he could kill his enemy.

"Calm down Cang Du, remember that we are on the same side. His Majesty would have not agreed if we both fought against each other.

Cang Du stared at him, studying if what he said was true. Gremmy smiled at him as he walked towards him.

Something is not right...

Cang Du stepped back and glared at Gremmy. "Who are you?"

Gremmy stopped smiling and was now staring at him seriously. "You seriously don't know who I am?"

"Juniper... what have I told you about using that ability of yours."

Gremmy smiled and slowly faded away, revealing a juniper hair color. The young woman smiled at him and walked around him.

"Clever! I always thought of you like that!" Juniper said as she faced him. "Though... Why did I get this power if its almost identical to Roy and ... Roy?"

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"Lilac was worried that Gremmy might be in trouble, so I decided to follow her..." she said softly.

Cang Du looked back at the battles that had suddenly spawned. He stared as Bazz B fought with all his might, using only two fingers. He felt his heart beat nervously as he watched him fight fiercely.

He needs to work in his precision, Cang Du noted mentally.

"Where is Gremmy?"

He looked to his right and saw Lilac stand right next to him, looking at the fight worriedly.

"Gremmy being a sweet little crazy boy will be fine!" Juniper said as she joined them.

"He is not crazy or insane! He is sweet and caring! You just haven't seen it," Lilac quickly defended.

"I did not say insane but you are right!"

"You just don't know him that well! Its like me judging Bazz B without knowing him!" Lilac shot back.

Juniper tilted her head in confusion. "But... I am not going out with Bazz B... He is a rooster though!"

Lilac tilted her head and shook her head. "Thought you were... You talked to him a lot."

"Well I don't! and second, he is not my type! Also, I have met Gremmy and I did not like spending time with him when they decided for me to join in on a mission! Nope! Did not like it."

Cang Du glanced at them, seeing tension grow. He opened his mouth, only to stop when a blue light suddenly illuminated the area. They all turned their attention to the battle, seeing many Quincies get enveloped with a long blue light. He heard many screams, pleas and saw the soldiers cry into the *dark sky illuminated by those blue lights. His eyes widened as he watched Bazz B get enveloped by that same light, along with other Sternritters that were not that fortunate.

He quickly got out of the way and pushed Juniper out of the way. They both fell on the dirt floor with sharp rocks, poking them as they landed. He looked down at Juniper, making sure she was fine. She quickly pushed him off, turning her head, looking for Lilac. He turned as he watched Gremmy push Lilac out of the way, as she watched in horror as he was enveloped too.

They watched as his Vollstandig. was taken away from him. Lilac began to cry, watching him wither in agony. He felt Juniper grab him tightly by the arm, hearing her sob lightly. Doubt clouded his mind as he watched all the people he knew.

Why are you doing this your highness...

"WE CAN'T DIE HERE!!!"

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A/N: Sorry for the very late Request, should have placed an announcement for it... My mind for a while could not think of anything. Not even draw something until recently. Due to also being busy :3 I will keep requests open but it would be a slow update!

*: Forgot what the name was...

#bleach #cang du #bazz b #bazz du #bazzdu #bazz b x cang du #gremmy thoumeaux #OC: Lilac #Oc: Juniper Jupiter

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venusiansilk · 7 months

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◞♡ INTRICATELY WOVEN.

kento embraces the life you’ve created together while feeling fond about the days that led up to it all.

f!reader ⊹ no curses au ⊹ fluff. established relationship ⊹ 1.6k.

꒰ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ! ꒱

nanami kento knows one thing for certain: he loves you.

the years cave in on each other, and somehow all become one giant amalgamation of time, the memories he holds with you intricately woven between. he often finds himself in a daze, tangled in the warm little web, observing all the moments that lead up to where the two of you are now. he’s grateful for the safety and security he always feels being by your side. kento has always been the stoic type, but with you, he learned to submerge into softness with tender intent.

you’re incredibly reserved and equally sensitive. over time, he learns there’s only one way you’ll be held: lovingly. in the past, he was here, there, and everywhere but over time he seems incapable of doing anything less than linger wherever you are. in truth, you’re his safe haven.

the thought of a distressing event is enough to cause him anxiety, but a memory of you is always enough to calm him down. a kiss, a hug, a simple touch, or even your adoring sigh always manages to bring him back to a peaceful state of mind. he loves everything about you, everything about the relationship you both have, everything about the devotion cultivated between you both. nanami kento finds a deeply-rooted sense of security in everything you choose to do. the way you touch him and he feels your adoration blossom along his skin. loving you feels like spring. you smile like you’re the sun and he helplessly blooms for you. it’s the way you sleep with your head on his shoulder; it’s the way you reach for him in the dead of night. there’s a quiet declaration somewhere in there about trusting him to keep you safe without question, a sweet vulnerability in the small ways you cling that hold him on his worst days. you laugh at his ill-timed and poorly-executed jokes. you hold his hand when he feels scared, a feeling that seldom arises but never goes unnoticed by your divine eyes. with you there exists a mountain of moments he cherishes deeply. your affection is an avalanche he’s happily buried alive under. his love for you is immeasurable, and he makes sure to show it to you every day.

he’s not the type to always surprise you with flowers, but when you come home from a long day, he has your favorite scented candle lit so you can come inside humming about the loveliness of ivy and rose. he pours you a glass of your favorite wine and has it waiting. he’s always willing to massage your feet. he always picks up the groceries early saturday morning before you wake so you don’t have to worry about waking up at a specific time on the weekends. you never have to worry about what the two of you might be running out of. you know you can rely on him to take care of it. it sounds like something so small but as a woman who’s already prone to anxiety and bouts of overthinking, he knows it helps you a great deal. to him, that’s love. the purest, most basic form of it. knowing your habitual movements so well that it’s his own labor of love to anticipate and meet your quiet needs. he shows his love by taking mental loads off of you. he tries to think ahead of you and eliminate your concerns so you can rest. he loves it when you rest easy. he prefers it, too. he perpetuates actions and habits that lengthen the span of your relaxation. he even watches your god-awful dramas with you just to have you right next to him.

[ he also loves being close to your instances of showing your elation. he wants to be nearby when you giggle. he wants to be the first one to catch your smile. he wants your laugh to come so abruptly and loudly that he can’t help but follow suit. ]

now on the rooftop of your apartment building, you both watch intently as the sun sets over the city. the sky turns into a beautiful explosion, a mural of plum, vermilion, peach, and misty rose. awe-struck, you whisper, “isn’t it beautiful?” it makes him remember your first date, the night he watched the fireworks with you. you display the same glossy gaze and astonished eyes. he can’t believe that was now a handful of years ago. time moves much faster than what he can reasonably make sense of. he never feels the years go by; nostalgia just comes out of the blue and informs him that although his love keeps him in the same spot with you, time moves adoringly around you both and tangles your threads even more. he just so happens to be standing somewhere, someday, and is suddenly overcome with a rush of remembrance, a flurry of memories all funneling back into him with an ache to return to them, even if for only a moment. kento replies, his arms wrapping around your waist, “absolutely gorgeous,” as the sun dips below the horizon, he feels the familiar sensation wash over him again. he remembers the first time he met you and the instant connection he felt between the two of you despite the distressing reason for your encounter. of course, he indulges in a small smile. “do you remember the first time we met?” he asks, a twinge of amusement pouring into his tone. “at that café?”

you snort with a nod. “of course i do; you spilled iced coffee all over me. how could i ever forget how you ruined my chanel?” he chuckles, the embarrassing moment painted clear as day in the forefront of his mind. “yes, that wasn’t my finest moment,” he says. “but hey, i replaced it eventually, and it gave me an excuse to see you again. hence, why we’re here now. you’re quite welcome.” “you’re truly awful.” you whine. “but…i am thankful we bumped into each other that day. and i suppose i’m glad you ruined my chanel that i saved up for two whole summers to have. it ended up adding a new kind of value to my life.”

kento lets off a full laugh. “you were significantly happier when i replaced it. didn’t you shed actual tears?” “so what?!” you retort. “chanel is expensive and exclusive. what if you were never able to find that specific purse again? huh? i would have been eternally devastated. honestly, i don’t think i could have continued dating you at all.” this makes him pout, burying his face into your neck, nose rubbing against your skin. he hates it when you even make allusions to a life where he’s not yours, and you’re not his. he takes in the scent of peony and tonka bean, heart bursting from fullness, before he sounds off his soft protest. “don’t say that ever again.” he demands in a murmur. “so mean.” with a giggle, you relent. “fine, fine.” you lean your head back to rest against his shoulder and watch as the sky darkens and the city lights flicker to life below. kento feels a sudden longing for simpler times, the days before the demands of your careers took over. he recalls a tiny flat that was hardly big enough to stretch his limbs, but it was his so you insisted on squeezing yourself in where you could. nanami happily made space for you to take up all of him. he recalls the sun spilling into a single, thin window and the light sculpting around the curve of your body. he remembers late strolls down dead roads, convenience store lights buzzing, and aimless wanderings to stargaze. there was a time when you both slept on a thin mattress he kept on the floor, fingers playing with the other’s and talking about the life you wanted to build together, musing over what you both might be like in love later down the line, daydreaming about your dying days spent in malaysia. he sees glimpses of your exhausted bodies dragging in from your second jobs, day in and day out. he hears those moments when you both laugh hysterically out of sheer delirium from sleep deprivation. he still feels the stickiness of your skin in july when your bodies were tangled despite the heat, stress threatening to suffocate you both, and a notice on the door counting the days until you were without shelter if you both didn’t figure it out, but you did. you always did; you always do. a content sigh leaves him as he declares, “i think i’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

you both faced every hardship together. you both held every bit of hope together. you both sacrificed it all to keep it standing, to make sure the home you were building out of each other had an unyielding foundation. “you better.” you grumble. “there’s never any walking away from us, okay?” in truth, he can’t imagine anything else but this. he can’t imagine a single outcome that doesn’t lead right here to this rooftop, with the evening fading and the night being welcomed by late city bustle. a light chuckle. “walk away and go where? back home to you?” you turn to face him, playfully grinning as you nod. “precisely. see? i knew you were a perfect choice.” nanami kento’s heart swells with love for you, and he leans in for a tender kiss as it does. when your lips meet, he feels a renewed sense of gratitude for the present moment and the love that you both share, that you both have tirelessly cultivated together. at this moment, nothing else matters. you’re both happily in love, happily lost in each other’s embrace, and cherishing the memories of the past while still carrying that old hope for your future.

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