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twillightteaparty · 3 years

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Thank you for writing such headcanons about asexual S/o, I asexual and it really helps not worry about it. So, can I request headcanons about asexual S/o with Malleus, Jade, Riddle, Epel??

Admin Tea here! I'm glad to hear that you like and find comfort in the Asexual S/o headcanons that I've made. I'm Asexual myself so I know how little content there is for it so I'm always happy to make more Asexual content for those who need it. with that, all said I hope you enjoy the following post!

Twisted Wonderland Characters With an Asexual S/o! Part 2!

Malleus Draconia~

I don't know if anything of the sort ever crossed his mind. he mostly cares about the fact he fell in love with you and who you are. he treasures you for every little thing you've ever done. all he really cares about is if your happy and how to maintain that happiness.

would like to just cuddle all day every day but like apparently that isn't allowed and both of you have things you need to do sometimes if not most of the time. much to his dismay. but he starts getting creative with how he gives and gets affection. always making sure it's something your comfortable with.

please PLEASE imagine him getting you things to be a supportive ally. like it might be something as simple as getting a flag or something more complicated and more meaningful than that, but he definitely wants to do what he can to support you and show that he cares. secondly PLEASE imagine him getting you a locket that is all shiny and stuff, might have a gem on it but most importantly has a picture of the two of you, and if you'd like it's you guys making a heart with your hands or arms. it's very cute.

otherwise, I don't think there is much difference in how he'd go about this kind of relationship. he is happy to love and have been loved. finding mutual happiness is what's important to him. } : )

Jade Leech~

I think, with his fixation on mushrooms and plant life, I think he is the one that understands the most. he just kind of is like that's cool, anything else I should know for future reference? very business casual about it and will listen to anything you have to say about the whole thing, he'll ask questions to make sure there is good communication and there aren't any miscommunications.

Loves giving and getting little gifts. especially loves getting rocks and mosses to take his mushroom collection to terrarium collections real quick. as for giving gifts, he is always very intentional with his gift-giving it always has a meaning hidden or otherwise. he also just likes seeing the smile on your face when you get something.

hikes for mushrooms are always nice ways to spend the day, but maybe a walk along the beach is more your style? I think he would rather enjoy seashell collecting with you. maybe keep them in jars or bowls/baskets for decoration? sounds lovely to him.

I don't think by nature Jade is a very cuddly person, but he does greatly appreciate it so he'll never turn away from it especially if it's coming from someone he cares about.

Riddle Rosehearts~

I think riddle might be the most surprised but I don't mean he's going to be rude about it. just he overwhelmed with a lot of things and he just didn't see it coming because he never really thought about it because he didn't have the time. but nonetheless, he is overall supporting, tells you to tell him if there is ever anything you need and always call him out if he does something you don't like.

will have lists of things that he knows are okay and not okay to do with or around you in his room or notebook or something so he never forgets these things, wouldn't want to upset you in any way by accidentally forgetting.

Unbirthdays are probably the best, and if big parties aren't your thing small but still awesome unbirthdays. he always gets you several gifts for unbirthdays, absolutely spoils you. but on other days when nothing is happening, he likes to spend time with you. sometimes cuddling but sitting together is good as well. he likes to sit and have tea with you and make small talk, to just have a break

riddle loves giving you very poetic or meaningful nicknames/pet names or whatever. but he is always flustered if you ever return the gesture and gets embarrassed if it's in front of people. though he honestly wouldn't have it any other way thus why he never makes a big deal out of it,

Epel Felmier~

Might have a few questions at first because he doesn't necessarily get it completely at first. but like after that does a lot of research and is super understanding the whole time. because Epel has a whole thing with not wanting to be feminine I have a suspicion he might be trans, but that might be me reading too deep into things. but I'd like to think even if he's not part of the community he's still supporting nonetheless.

will go out of his way to make you feel loved and let you know that he loves you no matter what. please imagine all of the date ideas: apple picking, horseback riding, picnic under the stars on a hilltop, etc. they are very cute every time, he always brings something to give you- or better yet if he doesn't he makes you a flower crown.

if you have long enough hair he'll style it, with braids and flowers and make it all pretty, if not he'd like to just play and fluff up your hair if that's alright. especially if you guys are cuddling, he would love playing with your hair while cuddling.

"why wouldn't I love you still? You're still the same person I fell in love with after all. Your just a butterfly who's found its wings"

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Admin Tea speaking once more, just to say I hope you enjoyed this one. I did struggle with Riddle a little bit but I hope you find it good nonetheless. anyone is always welcome to request more Asexual S/o content for more twst characters or any of the fandoms I write. it will always be loving and safe content because I know that's what I want to see more of without the content being acephobic.

and with all that said, I leave my loving regards here.

oh! and you can find part one here! (includes: Vil, Jamil, Floyd, Azul, and Lilia)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six

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uhhhyaenbyjade · 3 years

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This is the art I made of me as a Pokemon trainer! My first game was X, then ORAS, then SM/USUM, and then Sword, so that's kinda the basis for the following:

Jacob was born in the Kalos region, and lived there for a few years. He got a Mega Ring and a Jaw Fossil as a going away present when he moved to Alola at the age of eight.

On Melemele Island (his new home), Hacob quickly became friends with Hau, another kid his age. When they reached fourteen years of age, they started their Island Trials while Kukui began building the League. He met many strange characters, and met wonderful people as well.

He stopped Necrozma from stealing Alola's light, and helped rebuild Ultra Megalopolis, the Aether Foundation, and Team Skull (Jacob became an honorary admin because of this)

Pokemon caught in Alola:

Decidueye - Ronin

Talonflame - Apollo

Mega Venusaur - Dionysus

Mega Gyrados - Jormungandr

Tyrantrum (shiny) - Hades

Mimikyu - Doodle

Raichu- Maui

Vikavolt - Artemis

Golisopod - Guzma

Noivern - Murcielago

Solgaleo - Nebby

Necrozma

Naganadel

On a vacation trip to Hoenn, Jacob played a role in the stopping of Team Magma's schemes to bring out Groudon. He helped May take down the group, and then he helped Zinnia summon Rayquaza to take out the meteor holding Deoxys.

Pokemon caught in Hoenn:

Mega Rayquaza

Deoxys

Back in Alola, at 18 years of age, Jacob decided to give up his Champion title to Hau in order to try out the Galar League. Gladion, now the CEO of the newly refurbished Aether Foundation, gave him the last Type: Null. As organized before he left, Jacob stayed with a distant cousin of Hau's, Hop. Hop helped him learn and explore the cultures of Galar in preparation for the tournament, which is for adults to participate in. He starts his journey, catches new Pokemon, makes new friends in Sonia, Gloria, Hop, and Leon, and even starts dating Marnie after a fierce battle outside Spikemuth. After defeating Mr. Rose and catching Eternatus, Jacob becomes Champion of the Galar League. He is invited to The Isle of Armor and The Crown Tundra, where he goes to further his Pokemon journey, preparing for the next adventure.

Pokemon caught in Galar:

Gigantamax Cinderace - Darren

Gigantamax Sandaconda - Apophis

Silvally - Gladion

Barraskewda - Nepthys

Orbeetle - Khepri

Snom (x50)

Arctozolt - Ghidorah

Eternatus

Zacian

Urshifu

Galarian Articuno

Galarian Zapdos

Galarian Moltres

Regieleci

Regidrago

Calyrex

Jacob has been hailed as the strongest Champion in Galar, a region who has consistently put out strong champions throughout the years of pokemon battling. Being strong enough to beat Leon, then being trained by former Champion Mustard, and then frequently battling former Champion Steel Peony, a good friend according to the man, certainly has improved on his rating. In fact, in one of his more recent exhibition battles in Kalos, Champion Jacob effortlessly wiped out Champion Diantha's team, her Mega Gardevoir being taken out with a single hit from a 'Let's Snuggle Forever' from his Mimikyu, Doodle.

Being one of the few trainers to utilize all three main styles of alternative battling, those being Mega Evolution, Z-Power, and Dynamaxing, Champion Jacob is a fierce rival. While he is good at strategizing his battles (and he frequently switches out Pokemon when necessary), Champion Jacob prefers using raw force in his moves, blasting through opponents with powerful moves like Earthquake and Sunsteel Strike. The only real threats to him in a restriction-free battle, are Champion Cynthia of Sinnoh and Champion Red from Kanto. Champion Cynthia's Garchomp is the only Pokemon to have taken out Champion Jacob's Tyrantrum: Hades, in a single move. And Champion Red was the only person to last more than thirty minutes in a battle with Champion Jacob, at a time of thirty one minutes; Champion Cynthia from Sinnoh lasted twenty eight minutes. In both battles, the competitors where left with a single pokemon each. They are the only trainers that Champion Jacob calls rivals, though he is adamant that anyone who puts in the amount of work he has could become just as strong.

In a restricted fight, Champion Jacob is still a strong contender. In these fights, Champion Jacob is stuck to one alternative battle form, which he usually chooses based off of where the match is taking place. In these battles, he shines in his ability to strategize, taking the time to set up traps, Leech Seed being a favorite. Poisoning his targets is also a common tactic. One of his most famous restricted fights took place in Kanto, where he faced Former Champion Blue and Champion Red, alongside his longtime friend Champion Hau. This battle was the first time were Champion Jacob showed off his Mega Rayquaza in an official match, the pokemon devastating the opposing team. Only the combined forces of Champion Red's Charizard and Former Champion Blue's Blastoise defeated the Legendary, and the rest of the match ended quickly as Champion Jacob sent out Calyrex to finish them off. After that match, the restricted battles Champion Jacob were festure din only allowed one Legendary Pokemon.

Another strong trainer that Champion Jacob likes to praise is his girlfriend Marnie gave him the most trouble through all his journeys. According to exclusive interviews with Champion Jacob, Marnie could easily become Champion of almost any region she went to, but prefers to stay as a Spikemuth's gym leader and try to knock him off his throne.

Jacob's team often changes in exhibition matches and tournaments, but the following twelve pokemon are those who show up the most, his most common party as the top 6, with an appearance rating of 37%.

Shiny Tyrantrum - Hades

Mega Venusaur - Dionysus

Calyrex

Gigantamax Cinderace - Darren

Silvally - Gladion

Urshifu

Mega Rayquaza

Solgaleo - Nebby

Eternatus

Mimikyu- Doodle

Zacian

Gigantamax Sandaconda- Apophis

Outside of battling, Champion Jacob is still a popular guy. He is often seen in public with his friends, and frequently takes trips to Kalos and Alola with Marnie. Team Skull Leader Guzma is often around the two in Alola, trying to beat the two 'into a pulp' with his Golisopod. He is also featured on several if Gym Leader Klara's songs, apparently he is a good singer.

Here is a list of all of Champion Jacob's known associates:

His mother - Alola

Professor Kukui - Alola

Lillie- Alola/Kanto

Champion Hau - Alola

Aether President Gladion - Alola

Team Skull Leader Guzma - Alola

Professor in Training Hop - Galar

Professor Sonia - Galar

Pokemon Trainer Gloria - Galar

Gym Leader Marnie - Galar

Gym Leader Bede - Galar

League Chairman Leon - Galar

Dojo Master Mustard - Isle of Armor

Gym Leader Klara - Isle of Armor

Former Champion Peony - Crown Tundra

Champion Jacob is also very friendly, taking a lot of time out of his day to talk to fans and give advice. He frequently let's kids play around with his less dangerous pokemon, and will sometimes give people rides on his Rayquaza. Described as shy but loving attention, he and his Tyrantrum Hades are showcased often in selfies from fans. In fact, the most liked social media image in the world is a photo of him, Champion Cynthia, Gym Leader Marnie, and Team Skull Leader Guzma standing in the mid background of fan's selfie photo. With 4,375,036 likes.

In one interview, Champion Jacob was shown a list that a group of fans had put together. Taken from multiple sources over the years, it showcased the few things that Champion Jacob fears in a battle:

• Team Skull Leader Guzma's Golisopod getting a 'First Impression' hit

• Champion Cynthia's Garchomp

• Champion Red's Charizard

• Gym Leader Marnie's Morpeko changing to its angry form

• Any competitors Legendary Pokemon

• Moves with less than 90% accuracy

• Lillie's angry face when he takes out a Pokemon with an overkill move

• Former Aether President Lusamine's Clefable

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Okay so that artwork was done a while before I got my whole backstory written down, which is why there isn't the main pokemon I use in there. But I think it's still good for a year ish old!

I hope you guys like all the backstory I did! A lot of the future stuff in the last section was fun to write! Especially my little headcanons! I love headcanons.

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dishonoredrpg · 4 years

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Congratulations, NAY! You’ve been accepted for the role of THE LOVERS with the faceclaim of ASHLEY MOORE. Admin Cas: I think we can all agree that The Lovers is a difficult concept to pin down. It’s a task in itself to balance the devotion they have for The World, her world, while not sacrificing who they are at their core. But, Nay, you were certainly up to the task. There’s something so lovely about Prudence, so beautiful and admirable, but something hungry. So much of her life revolves around The World, but that does not mean that Prudence doesn’t have a story of her own to live out. I particularly enjoyed the way you likened her story unfolding to a caterpillar grows into its chrysalis; to become a butterfly or moth, either is possible. I can’t wait to see what you do with her!

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Out-of-Character.

NAME: nay

PRONOUNS: she / her

AGE: twenty-two

TIMEZONE, ACTIVITY LEVEL: gmt + 5 ; and i’d say my activity ( especially with quarantine, still ) is at a 7/10. lately, i have been trying to write every day, and that means at least a reply every day – even if posted through queue after being written on a better writing day.

ANYTHING ELSE?: i wrote this way too quickly, because i suck at being patient and didn’t want to wait a week to turn in an app, so forgive me for the sinful typos committed in my haste! this definitely isn’t as polished as i wish it were. also? there are possibly too many insect-facts in this and if that shit squicks you, i am so sorry.

In-Character.

SKELETON: the lovers

K E Y W O R D S

UPRIGHT: love, harmony, relationships, values alignment, choices

REVERSED: self-love, disharmony, imbalance, misalignment of values

| source: x

NAME: prudence “prue” luna lockhart

→ ETYMOLOGY ;

P R U D E N C E / “intelligence; discretion, foresight; wisdom to see what is suitable or profitable;” also one of the four cardinal virtues, "wisdom to see what is virtuous;" from Old French prudence (13th Century) and directly from Latin prudentia “a foreseeing, foresight, sagacity, practical judgment,” contraction of providentia “foresight” (see providence). Secondary sense of “wisdom” (late 14th Century) is preserved in jurisprudence.

L U N A / “the moon,” especially personified in the Roman goddess answered to Greek Selene; also, an alchemical name for “silver”; from Latin luna “moon, goddess of the moon,” from PIE *leuksna- (source, also: of Old Church Slavonic luna “moon,” Old Prussian lauxnos “stars,” Middle Irish luan “light, moon”), suffixed form of root *leuk- “light, brightness.” The luna moth (1841, American English) so-called for the crescent-shaped eye-spots on its wings.

L O C K H A R T / Scottish: of uncertain origin, probably from a Germanic personal name composed of the elements loc 'lock', 'bolt' + hard 'hardy', 'brave', 'strong'. English: occupational name for a herdsman in charge of a sheep or cattlefold, from Old English loc 'enclosure', 'fold' + hierde 'herd(er)'.

| sources: x & x

FACECLAIM: zendaya coleman ( or ashley moore or natali litvinova — in order of preference! )

AGE: three-&-twenty for zendaya / four-&-twenty for ashley or natali

→ BIRTHDATE: fantasy-equivalent of july 8th; the most cancer baby there ever was!

DETAILS: it took me forever to find a skeleton that made me feel the enduring love i’ve been searching for beyond the ability to see a story, and as it always, unfailingly, tends to happen for the rare occasion where i opt for a softer character, it caught me completely off-guard. initially, surveying the tags, i was leaning towards the skeletons of the wheel of fortune, the hierophant, the devil, the hermit – all of whom, in my opinion, are characters who have been shaped by a darkness, be it inherent or inflicted, that’s rendered them with shadows or edges. with the lovers, that’s not the case. they are tender: like a paramour’s kiss, or a bruise, or an overripe peach you can sink your fingers into. and maybe it’s my unflinching desire to subvert the stereotypical presumption of what it is to be soft, the fragility noted in their skeleton does not translate to weakness or meekness to me; i enjoy that they are both tender, and possess the ability to be chaotic, and manipulative, and impulsive and desperate and vindictive and defensive. what i love most about this particular skeleton is the sheer humanness of them.

that, and their love for THE WORLD. for a moment there, that was definitely what drew me to them; this idea of love as religion had my mind reeling like a siken poem, rhapsodising about a love so powerful, it can alter a person. this is partially because i am the most hopeful and shameless of romantics, and partially because love, its nuances, and its powers and vulnerabilities genuinely, deeply interest me. however, working my way deeper into this application-form, that changed.

it is the love that the lovers — or prue, to me, now — holds for THE WORLD is one that attracted me. it is her own potential for growth that’s kept me in her clutches, besotted, wishing to tell her story. hers is a tale, i believe, of metamorphosis: a question i posed in a later section, as well as what lurks in my mind, is whether that metamorphosis is one that leads to a moth or a butterfly. did you know it is moths who come from cocoons, but butterflies who come from a chrysalis? moths, who are drawn to light. butterflies, who drink nectar, also help spread the seeds to grow more of the flowers. both which come from a caterpillar, whose first meal is typically the egg they come from. what i enjoy is the ambivalence that presents itself — or, as i like to call it: potential. there are several directions that prue’s story could go in, several choices that could define her, and it’s all up in the air until it isn’t anymore.

i wish i could tell you that my EUREKA! moment wasn’t insect-research, but i can’t, because that would be a lie. i’m not even sorry.

BACKGROUND:

☉ CONTENT WARNING(s): infant death, stillbirth, body horror imagery, insects

come, dear reader, won’t you settle in? let me spin you a tale—a tangled web of one, indeed—about a girl who smells sweet as white roses and is as satiny to touch as her gossamer-thin garments. this girl is just a girl; she has never been the girl. even so, this story is her story, and though she is not equipped to be the heroine of a story, or so she believes, she is the heart of this one. like a heart, she is swollen with the fullness of blood: thus, let me etch this tale into parchment with the blood of love, in crimson-ink of metallic-reek.

it comes in three parts: a beginning, a middle, an ending; it is for you, dear reader, to decide which is which.

let us anoint this tale the title of METAMORPHOSIS –

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i. THE EGG ;

before there is the girl, there is a man and a woman who live in faerûn by the sahrnian sea, bound together by a contract that is decidedly not the forest-fire love faerie-tales herald. yet that is not to say that love never comes, just because love comes after. when it does, it is a calm love, a steady one; a love that has never cost one to lose one’s mind, and has been grown, meticulously, over the passage of time and the trials and tribulations have littered the path of a match made by those who are older and have witnessed so much more life than them. it is not for years that the woman feels nature stirring within her body’s vessel, and when it does, it is with the undying bestowing upon her a gift that makes up lost time.

when the girl comes, she comes from a belly more full than most. it makes sense that it is so, for there were meant to be two of them: a boy, and a girl. one might suppose that, in the end, there still were, yet only one in the way it mattered.

( you decide, dear reader: which is which? )

she is born — and it is days, and days, before her time. no matter, a name still awaits her. prudence, they call her. pierce, he would have been.

from the beginning, she emerges from the ruddy cave of her mother’s womb incomplete. a greyish pallor remains where life ought to be warming her skin; it is as if he leeched enough life from her for him to choke on, and she siphoned her brother’s death through the connection only womb-mates share – and this is what she will hear in later years, when she asks about him.

she will wish she hadn’t.

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ii. THE CATERPILLAR ;

( when you feel unforgiving, dear reader, remember: it is a caterpillar’s job to eat; without an abundance of consumption, it cannot survive. it is this abundance of consumption that allows for the production of silk. it is this same abundance of consumption that is its undoing. )

years do not care if one is ready to bear them; they come, when they must, as they must. and so comes to pass the childhood that tries to swallow prudence lockhart whole, over and over and over –

as an infant, blood is filtered out of her body and fresh blood poured into her veins. it helps, some. it does not help enough, yet there is nothing more to be done; her parents must take her home, and pray to the undying god for the rest. they pray, and pray, and pray, as two people of noble blood and lucrative business-dealings rarely stoop to, for lack of need to need it.

as a child, prue is still a frail slip of a thing, with bones jutting out against taut bronze flesh in protest. fill yourself up, her mother pleads. you must survive, beloved. she offers her savory meals and sweet decadence twice, and anything she takes a suggestion of a liking to just as many times more — and it works; it takes time, but work it does, and prue’s cheeks round some and at times flush rosily, some weakness giving way to the minute miracles that are her tardy signs of life. it is not much, but it is enough, isn’t it? it is to the mother who has warred for her existence. who still combats for prue’s survival.

when does the girl begin to feel that it might be her that her mother is fighting, when every frustration about her lessness, her inherent lessness, begins to steal the breath from prue’s lungs – for is it not her who is all poetry & rot, wisp-thin & about as flimsy? her heart fills with hot, vital blood then: it beats loud and clear as a belltower’s toll, cutting through all else with the potency of its truth. this is as much as i am, she beseeches in turn, as her mother had once done, except not, for graceless tears roll down her cheeks in impassioned rivulets and the voice that thickens with feeling.

how will you survive the world, beloved? her mother implores.

i might not, prue knows. i might not, she accepts.

it is the caterpillar’s destiny to unbecome –

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iii. THE CHRYSALIS ;

– unbecoming takes time.

it takes long enough that both mother and daughter grow used to it, initially, and then around it, ultimately.

there is, after-all, the distraction of warfare engrained in the backbone of their precious faerûn. there is the journey to tyrholm, the settling into the dregs of hightown – not quite lowtown-bound, and not-quite-not. it fazes her parents to not be profound upper-echelons of society; her father, a man used to running the business inherited by the men in the lockhart family, and her mother, who had spent all of her time worrying for prudence and never had to about wealth. but prue, for her part, is accustomed to the notion of not-quite-right / not-quite-enough; the feeling might not be home, per se, and yet she recognises the walls of the house all the same – could walk its rooms in the dark, if she had to.

it is circumstance that calls the lockharts to castle tyrholm.

it tears at her parents: her father believes in not squandering opportunity, and her mother would rather squander anything but prudence. even THE EMPRESS sees it, does she not, when she cants prudence’s head and observes her fragility? the king’s reputation precedes itself; would a heart as true and innocent as hers survive a court like his? within minutes, it is too late to ponder it any longer. within minutes, it is no longer a choice, but a deal already struck. just like a match: it cannot be unstruck. one can endeavour to douse a fire, but it is not the same as un-starting it.

for a time, the castle is one more place prue does not feel she belongs; it is alright, she tells herself. you are alright, she says – because her mother is no longer by her side telling her anymore, is she? silken thread ensnares the girl when THE WORLD knocks on her door one evening; it is lilly-white, the radiance of their smile. prue does not understand why, then; she is nothing exceptional, she flounders for the right thing to do, and even then, she gets it wrong so much more often than she ever gets it right. perhaps, she will never understand why – why they are so kind, why they make her feel seen, why…

and still, this once, there is no question of whether it is enough. they are more than enough.

for the first time in her life, prue discovers what it is to be warm.

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tell me, dear reader – is this a butterfly’s or moth’s metamorphosis?

PLOT IDEAS:

❂ “love, for you, / is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like religion. it’s terrifying.” – richard siken

see, i told you: siken’s poetry reeling through my mind. religion is a really interesting ideology to link the notion of love to, because there are so many boundaries one crosses in the name of faith. at times, we call it the lesser evil. other times, we say it’s letting the end justify the means. we’re all trying to be holy.

this is where i want to start discussing potential plots for prue — but i want to, first, preface it by saying that though THE WORLD is very much at the centre of her story, it is because prue’s unparalleled love for them is central to her life-story; i treat it like an experiment, where prue is the dependent variable and her love for THE WORLD is the independent variable that incites action & reaction, placed in different situations. it is, that said, the most potent of variables, and can hardly be called controlled, despite how desperately prue herself attempts to keep it to the corner-alcove they hide the truth of their love in. this love is not a selfish love; it is strong, and all-consuming, and maddening – more than a soldier’s swearing fealty to a kingdom, it is the most devout of prophets bowing their head at the altar of the divine deity they put their faith in. that’s pretty intense stuff, right? i want to see what it elicits.

this can be a double-edged sword, and in fact, i’d be rooting for it to be. on one hand, i want to explore how this love has made prue strong. i want to see how it has made her braver, and more resilient. i want to explore that she took THE EMPRESS deeming her fragile-seeming, and how she’s donned it as armour, because it is that same delicacy that has made THE WORLD love them. i want to explore it through interactions with the royal family foremost — THE WORLD, of course, but THE EMPRESS, THE EMPEROR, THE CHARIOT, and if it works out, maybe even septimus himself. it’s rare for prue to not let things slip, and roll off her back, but that is when it comes to her. her love for THE WORLD makes her want to protect them, fiercely; it lights a fire in her soul that has never been lit before. and fire? yes, it warms – but oh, it burns, too, doesn’t it? it has the power to ruin. and i don’t want to limit that exploration to just the royal family; i want to explore it with the animosity-potential between her and TEMPERANCE as well, but that’s one plot i’ll talk more about further down.

there are little ideas floating around in my head that i would love to explore with the respective players, but i could imagine a friendship between prue ( probably due to her sweet-tooth luring her, too often, to the kitchens ) with THE HANGED MAN – and to explore a bond, that could further be complicated, potentially, by prue not being able to talk about what she and THE WORLD share. or, more chaotically: for her to share it, and for THE HANGED MAN to let it slip to THE DEVIL? how far would prue go to protect this? and would she, if it presented the opportunity for the future where she and her love get to be together is pushed closer by it? how selfless is her love? how powerful would fear be against it?

i’m honestly just a firm believer that, when our backs are against the wall, that’s when we find out who we really are. and that’s the main storyline i want to explore with prue, more than anything else, because i think that she has never been pushed to that edge and, because of it, she’s never copped up to her own identity. she met and fell in love with THE WORLD at such a young age, so quickly and wholly, that it has shaped so much of what her ideal self is. i want to see how her ideal self would differ from the reality of her. and i want to see her confront it.

❂ “you are going to break your promise. i understand. and i hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that i will not hate you.” – catherynne m. valente

very recently, someone put forth an idea to me: love is a promise. that’s what i want to talk about here. there’s a sense i got — both from the lovers’ skeleton, and THE WORLD’s — that both of them know that there is a time-limit on their relationship. or, at the very least, whatever room there is for prue in their future, it isn’t a room where they share the bed. but i also get a sense that they know it, and neither of them talk about it. i think a part of prue feels like the amount of good that THE WORLD has brought her will last her a lifetime, and i think that isn’t true, so much as she’s hoping it is? i want to see the two of them talk about it. i want to see prue wanting them to fight her love. i want prue to admit she wants to be chosen over duty, or a marriage with someone who isn’t her, or fear, and i want to see what something like that would do to their relationship. or hell, i want someone who has power over THE WORLD, like THE EMPEROR, or THE EMPRESS, or THE CHARIOT or THE HIGH PRIESTESS to find out about the true nature of their relationship and force that choice once they even start talking about, so the situation can force their hands even if they don’t force one another’s.

there’s so much between the two of them i want to dissect and play with, it apparently needed to separate quotations. oops?

❂ “all things truly wicked start from innocence.” – ernest hemingway

we all have the occasional ( or perhaps more, no judgement! ) propensity for wickedness. i feel really passionately about softer people not being safe from cravings for chaotic behaviour, even if they might, in prue’s case, justify it through the innocence of intention. a lot of her initial effusion is of a heady amalgamation of sweetness and delicacy; i want to see her display a dash of something that takes leave from that, and surprises even herself. now, though not at all set-in-stone and totally up to be discussed with the respective player, i could easily see it rearing its head in the dynamic between herself and TEMPERANCE. how many times will she be shooed away from a room with a beautiful woman and the love of prue’s life? it terrifies prue, the idea that THE WORLD will slip out of her fingers like the sands of time, so much sooner than she is ready for. i’m curious: would there be a moment where she would not leave? where she would make the nature of their relationship known? would she ever snap back, or continue to smile tenderly, bow her head, and listen?

i’m also dying to explore the potential plot brewing between the lovers and DEATH. part of this is a total shot in the dark, so bear with me, but – imagine this: there is a darkness in them that tugs at the darkness in her; they are hungry, and she is a starving-thing, and what a pairing they could make. imagine prue venturing into lowtown with them, and for the alternative reality DEATH’s hunger dangles that could open a door to an actual future with THE WORLD? i want there to be temptation — towards darkness and chaos, yes, because i am a sucker for moral ambiguity, but also for the loyalist that prue is to be lured by the revolt.

❂ “you cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.” – clive barker

it is difficult for even me, as i delve into prue’s psyche, to be a wordsmith adept enough to encapsulate the sheer magnitude of her love for her lover. let me tell you this, though: it is love that is devout enough that prue would sacrifice herself before it. she would shirk what she believes she knows of herself to fight for THE WORLD. but there is little in the universe free of the shackles of consequence. it feels inevitable to me that, at some point, sooner or later, prue will commit an action or reaction in the name of love — and then, she will have to live with it. it’s even better to me for her to go beyond her limits for this love that is everything to her, and then find herself turning to them to sacrifice for her as freely as she does them… and for them to, perhaps, not be able to. or perhaps, for it to turn prue into a person she herself can no longer recognise. there was a part of me that wanted to already cook something up, and to toss it into the writing sample portion, but i decided otherwise. if i get to write this character, i want to start in a place that is different, and develop my way towards a darker pasture, so to speak.

a darker pasture, however, is where i want her to at least visit. in a setting such as this one, i don’t think it can be helped, truthfully.

❂ “each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” – anaïs nin

while i was trying to knit this application together into one whole piece, a recurring concern for me has been that i want this character to have its own story, and the lines of that can get awfully blurry when the character is one the feels as intensely as prue lockhart does. she is such a hypersensitive creature; more than anything, it is her interactions that penetrate her, and alter her, and cause the discord between the sides that are wont to tug at her, who stands in the most Lawful Neutral of spots. i’ve decided to lean into it, though, because i genuinely believe that it poses an intriguing dichotomy between her inherent nature and the nurture that moulds it beyond the obvious, magnitudinal parental hand in it. that said, there are actual several different potential connections i want to toy with here. ( one of which is THE HANGED MAN, but i already mentioned that above, and didn’t want to be repetitive! )

THE MAGICIAN / listen, prue is so used to being the Softest. but this little baby is even softer than her, and every time they flinch, she just wants to help. she tries, at every turn, to be kind and i really want to see her become a friend / confidant for them? maybe learn about their magic. to maybe give them a secret of her own back ;) gal pals, gimme. i need something wholesome; it can’t all be agony & ecstasy, god damn it.

WHEEL OF FORTUNE / it is pure coincidence that throws the two of them together as often as it does. but prue is the sort to believe the best in people, and is never too arrogant to admit where she’s been wrong. this bond is where her feelings towards magic first begins to see development, and i am so, so, so interested in toying with it. even more so when you throw in their bond with THE EMPEROR — does faze prue a little — and his relationship with THE WORLD in there. such potential for growth and drama.

DEVIL / for years, every time prue has seen them, she has walked in the other direction. otherworldliness is unnatural enough as it is, but the proof of what they can do scars them with evidence of it – and so, out of genuine fear, she’s evaded them. and yet, coincidental interactions with the WHEEL OF FORTUNE has made prue think twice. a look at the haunting in their eyes has made her think thrice. i want to play with that dynamic!!!

THE MOON / hers is the only magic that does not scare prue, i think. it is the only one she is not too intimidated to ask questions about, because she truly is extremely curious when she takes an interest in something, and a lifetime of listening in the background has given prue a taste for stories. i feel like she could bring out something adventurous and wild within prue? a part which prue never got to explore, because she grew up with a very, very cautious mother who kept a very close eye on her and treated her like glass because prue really does look fragile. i want a bond to make her feel stronger!

THE STAR / if there is one thing that prue has grown up to be, it is a true romantic. it makes him something of a kindred spirit; something in her could reach out to something in him, creating a kindred bond that makes her feel seen in a way that only THE WORLD has ever given her.

THE TOWER / because she was raised right by it, the sea is where prue feels most at home, and she always has. i could see there being something about THE TOWER’s stories making her feel warm inside, and thus, her braving a friendship with them. i think she could use the wisdom of someone older? and there’s just something about them that made prue shyly scuff her toe at the ground, like – an oliver twist moment of, “can i have more, please?”

THE FOOL / stories talk about princes and princesses. the dragon’s fire, the nobel steed. prue looks at him, and she wonders: where are the stories about them? the princess’ lover, and the king’s soldier – those who fight for the crown, without wearing it. it could make for such an unlikely bond, but such an intriguing one, i think? i got the idea, and i just could not shake it. humour me!

and 0f course, there is potential with literally every other character, too, but i honestly ran out of time before i could come up with something for them too. i’m down to flesh it out~

❂ “we grow. it hurts at first.” – sylvia plath

at the start of her story, prue starts off as a fragile underdog. she turns blossoms into a lover, and it turns her fiercer – which is not the same thing as being fierce, but it’s a start. what i want for her — what any writer wants for their muses, i reckon — is growth. i want prue, who has grown up sheltered and protected, to experience pain and hardship. i want her experiences to call into question what she thinks she knows, flip it on its head, and make her think. i want her to think, and to change her mind, and to change it again. i want her to confront her fears, and her uncomfortable truths, and to experience all the tempestuous emotions she’s spent her entire life keeping at bay, having convinced herself they could shatter her. i want her to unearth her endurance, to test its limits. i want to explore her undoings and remakings. what i enjoy most about her is the volatility of her that most would not see coming, because volatile and tempestuous and emotional is what she is. she is all heart, all the time, everywhere. can you imagine how visceral that has to make every experience?

imagine the potential for growth if she let herself just feel all of it. if she opened herself up, and let the universe rush in, instead of walking on eggshells as she does. just imagine. that’s what i want for her.

CHARACTER DEATH: i could, of course, see prue meeting an end. in fact, there are a couple of circumstances that could make it deliciously poetic, even.

Writing Sample.

They match each other: step for step; right, then left –

Hardly anyone turns to look at the two of them anymore. The two of them, making their way down the hall, with their dark heads leaned close together, like two plants growing towards one another when the sun leaves them for too long. It might be more peculiar to see them apart. There is a strange pride that twists a corner of Prue’s mouth at the unshakeable knowledge of the fact – a hint of tremendous pride at the small, precious claim THE WORLD makes with the statement of their proximity. It is everything to her, and perhaps it is what lends to the smoothness of her gait as they move past the portrait-eyes that scrutinise it, as if they await another of the many stumbles they’ve already witnessed. Prue floats beside them.

Her heart is gone, long-since pressed into the palm of their hand. Does it weigh them down? She could pretend it is why she keeps their fingers curled into the crook of her elbow, helping them carry the heaviness of the heart she’s given away to them; Prue holds fast to that touch with her own hand covering their fingers, unwilling to give up those four pressure-points that burn her flesh through the silk of her sleeve for anything, enough to shield it with the dome of her palm.

“ – Prudence?”

Their hand flinches at the same time as Prue’s grip on their fingers tightens. As if a chill blew in, and froze the marrow in her bones, the girl stills in place. It is not because she recognises the voice. It is because she ought to have done, for what the cant of her head finds is a woman whose gaze mirrors her own: amber-warm, almond-shaped. It is her same mouth that speaks the syllables of a variation of her names that does not belong to her, not as Prue does.

“Mama –” she says, her voice so quiet, she fears it might not reach her.

She is too far away now. Even mere footsteps away, she is too far.

Extras.

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Idol: Suyeon (Weki Meki)

Prompt: Hi! Could it be a WekiMeki scenario with Suyeon. High school AU, where Suyeon is a smart one in the whole school is paired with reader who is an outcast (too silent/avoids everyone). Maybe reader will protect her from sth while they were working on the project? (Sport if this is too complicated). Thank you! Much love ❤️

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Okay so. Basically Suyeon is a bit of a nerd who also doesn’t have many friends and the reader is still kind of an outcast/”bad” student. Hope this was what you had in mind anon! I really couldn’t wait to write for Suyeon because she’s such a character and I love her. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and support Picky Picky!

Warnings: Some cursing and bullying. Also it’s long.

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Suyeon had never cared much about appearances. Sure she did her hair and made sure her uniform was pressed and nice, and occasionally wore more makeup than foundation, but she didn’t really care what people thought of her. School was much more important, and as long as her friends liked her, she didn’t need to care about anyone else. She’d been at the head of the class since elementary school, and although some people hated her for that, she intended to be first until she graduated and moved on to university. She was happy with what she had.

But sometimes being the smartest kid in the school had consequences. Those consequences had everything to do with the fact that teachers thought she would be able to help tutor all the kids they didn’t want to deal with. To be honest, Suyeon hated every minute of it and thought it was a waste of time to have a student teach another student, especially when one student hated the other, but she couldn’t tell the teachers no without even more consequences. Still, she really, really wanted to tell the teachers no, just this one time.

“Guys. I’m so annoyed. Mr. Jung paired me up with (Y/N) because apparently they need someone to ‘keep them on track’ and he thinks I’d be good for that.” She slammed her AP bio books down onto her desk, ignoring the annoyed looks from her other peers as she turned to her friends and slumped into her chair. “Just kill me now before they do.”

“Mr. Jung is the worst. You know, he paired me up with that delinquent girl Chungha last semester because he thought the same thing! And I had to work really hard not to fail that project!” Yoojung sighed and shook her head. “When will the injustice against smart students end?”

“Didn’t you fuck her?” Elly asked with a grin, twirling her pencil in her fingers, a nervous habit.

“Elly! Language,” Suyeon hissed, glancing around the class. The other girl just shrugged.

“What, the teacher isn’t here. And Yoojung definitely fucked Chungha. For like a good few months.”

“Okay, fine, maybe. But you’d fuck her too, she’s hot!”

“True, true.”

“Can we please not talk about Yoojung’s sexual encounters with delinquent girls while I’m having a dilemma over here?” Suyeon asked, reaching over to gently kick Yoojung’s chair. “She just has a thing for bad girls. Look at Doyeon.”

“Doyeon’s actually just a sweetheart though, didn’t you play basketball with her in middle school?” Yoojung looked over at the older girl with her eyebrows raised. “You’re the one who told me she’d be good to date!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Still! What am I supposed to do with (Y/N)? I’m asking for help here!” Suyeon turned her attention to Elly and narrowed her eyes. “And don’t you dare think up anything inappropriate.”

“Me? Inappropriate? Never!”

“Lies. We have a liar on our hands.”

“Whatever.” Elly sighed and twirled her pencil again, propping her head up with her hand and leaning onto the desk. “Just deal with it, what else can you do? You know Mr. Jung doesn’t change his mind about anything. Do what the rest of us do and deal with it while you do the project yourself and then you never have to deal with (Y/N) again.”

“I don’t want to do an entire project by myself! That’s so annoying!”

“Would you rather have to try and convince (Y/N) to do work instead?” Yoojung opened her notebook and glanced up at the front of the class, where the teacher had just started to open her own books, calling for the students to settle down. “Trust me, it’s easier that way.”

Suyeon didn’t want to believe her, but she didn’t really have any other options. With a sigh, she sat up in her seat and pulled out her pen, ready to get to work. This was just another trial that she, as the smartest student in the school, had to go through.

The classroom wasn’t big enough for everyone. As soon as Mr. Jung called for everyone to get into their pairs, the room erupted into mildly controlled chaos, much too loud for Suyeon, and she grimaced. She could hardly hear herself over this mess, much less hear anyone else, and she knew she couldn’t work like this. Just as she was about to grab her things and ask Mr. Jung if she could work in the library, someone cleared their throat behind her and she turned around to see you leaning against the wall, looking bored.

“So. We’re a pair, right?” Your voice was hardly loud enough for her to hear, and she sighed. You hadn’t even been in class last time, so she was hoping you’d skip again today. No such luck.

“Yep. But I can’t work when it’s this loud. I was going to ask Mr. Jung if we could go to the library, is that cool?” She picked up her back to sling it over her shoulder, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Wow, would he really let you do that?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“If I asked, he wouldn’t even hesitate to say no. Must be nice being the smartest girl in the school.” You stood up straight and she rolled her eyes at your words.

“Whatever. Let’s just go.”

“After you, captain.”

You were already annoying her, but she knew she got annoyed easily, so she tried to ignore you as she walked up to Mr. Jung and gave him her most trustworthy smile. “Mr. Jung? I can’t work when it’s this loud. May (Y/N) and I have permission to work in the library?” She knew she would be allowed to, but the way his eyes darted to look at you before he answered made her a little nervous about the future of her project.

“Well, okay, but make sure you’re working while you’re in there.” His words were directed at you instead of her, but she still smiled and nodded her head, ready to duck out of there before he changed his mind because of you.

“Of course! Thank you, Mr. Jung!”

Outside the classroom, the hallways were quiet, most classes still in-session, so when you let out a chuckle, she could hear it loud and clear. She turned to look at you, a little apprehensive about what you would say, only to see you smirking as you shifting the strings of your drawstring backpack on your shoulder.

“What? What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, that was just impressive. I think your voice raised three octaves back there.” She could feel her face flush at your words and she quickly looked away, glaring at the floor.

“It did not.”

“The teachers must think you’re a really sweet, innocent girl, huh? Do they know that you’re rude to everyone else?”

“I’m not rude,” Suyeon scoffed, shaking her head. “I’m nice when people are nice to me and not nice when people aren’t nice to me.”

“When was I not nice to you, then?”

“It’s the tone of voice, (Y/N).”

“Oh, so you do know who I am! I figured the school’s number one student wouldn’t have time for a loser like me!” You were wearing a sarcastic smile on your face when she whirled around, setting her jaw.

“I’m tired of you already. You’re acting like I’m popular when you don’t even really know me. How do you know my name, huh? From the scholarship? From the school newspaper? Or did you maybe hear people talking shit? Talking about how I suck up to the teachers, or how I’m a nerd? How I do nothing but study to make everyone look bad? How much they’d love it if I just disappeared so their parents would stop comparing them to me?” She clenched her fists and took a deep breath, glaring back down at the ground. “I’m tired of this. Whatever, I’ll do the whole project myself and you don’t have to do anything. That’s what you wanted, right? See you at the end of the project date.” She spun around again, but you reached out and grabbed her arm, making her flinch a bit.

“No.”

“No what?”

“I might not like people or school, but I’m not a fucking leech either. Just give me work to do and I’ll do it. I’m not going to let you do the whole thing.” She stared into your eyes, but you stared right back, challenging her. With a deep sigh, she yanked her arm away and rubbed at the place where your fingers had been.

“Fine. I’ll give you work to do if you stop being a jerk.”

“You-. Okay, fine. I won’t be a jerk.”

“Good. Let’s just go to the library and forget this happened.” She spun around and marched ahead, and it took a minute for you to follow, much quieter than you had been before. Suyeon knew she said too much, knew she snapped, knew she took out the anxiety and pressure onto you, but she couldn’t bring herself to apologize. You had been the one to push her, and it was bound to come out eventually. She was just glad none of the teachers were around to see it, and hoped this would all be over soon.

“I snapped at them.” At Suyeon’s words, Elly looked up from her textbook and across the community library table, eyes wide behind her glasses.

“What?” Suyeon sighed, not reading the book in her hands but also not able to tear her eyes away from it.

“(Y/N). They were pushing me and we got into a bit of an argument and I just snapped.”

“Oh. That’s not good.” Elly glanced around the library. Most of the tables were empty, so she got up and moved over to sit beside Suyeon instead, reaching over to rub her back comfortingly. “What all did you say?”

“They were acting like I was popular.” Suyeon’s voice was soft, even softer than necessary for the library as she leaned into her best friend, shoulders slumped. This was another side of her that she usually didn’t let people see, the girl who was still shy and would rather stay at home with her books than go out and talk to people. “And I just couldn’t take it anymore. I asked them where they heard about me, and asked if it was from all the gossip and bullying.”

“Mmm. How did they react?”

She paused, closing her eyes as she tried to recall how you’d looked. You’d seemed somewhat shocked, mouth slightly open and eyes wide in a way that was no longer mocking. “I think I shocked them. But they said they’d help with the project, at least.”

“Better than nothing. I’m sorry that happened though. I wish I could have been there.”

“You couldn’t have been. We have different classes.” Suyeon let out a sigh and set her book down onto the table, opening her eyes. “You know, they probably think I’m crazy now.”

“I doubt they think you’re crazy. But they might think of you differently.”

“I hate that. I hate it when people think I’m weak. Anyone other than you, that is.”

“I don’t think you’re weak.” Elly gave her a soft smile and tucked her hair back. “I think you’re a very strong girl who’s had to deal with bullying since we were kids. You’ve had to deal with so much, but you just continued studying because you wanted to, because you wanted to show them and because it was your dream to be first. You’re the toughest person I know. You never give up, no matter what.”

“I feel like that’s my fatal flaw. Never giving up.” Suyeon let out a little laugh. “I wish I would let myself give up every once and a while.”

“And give me the first place spot? You’d never.”

“True.” She leaned her head on Elly’s shoulder and smiled. “Hey, I’m glad you’re my best friend.”

“Yeah, same to you.” The other girl pitched her voice high and pinched one of Suyeon’s cheeks. “I love you!”

“Ew, gross,” she said with a laugh, pushing away Elly’s hand. “Don’t say that!”

“You have to accept my affection!”

“Nope! That’s not a rule!”

“Yes it is, it’s in the best friend rule book!”

“I never read such a book.” Suyeon grinned as she ducked away from Elly’s hand once again, feeling much better. Maybe she could face you again tomorrow.

This time, you met her in the library instead of the classroom, letting out a sigh as you dropped your backpack to the floor. She raised her eyebrows, looking up from her work.

“Oh, you’re here.”

“You aren’t going to believe this, but I actually had a dentist’s appointment, which is why I was late. And then it took Mr. Jung a long time to let me come meet you here. He’s a pain.”

“If you stopped skipping class, he wouldn’t be so strict on you.”

“But world history is so boring,” you groaned as you sat down in the seat across from her. “I feel like we’ve learned everything in this class a hundred times.”

Suyeon allowed herself to smile a little and she passed over one of the worksheets to you. “That’s because they teach most of it every year, but are required to keep teaching us history. At least it’s an easy pass.”

“Yeah, if Mr. Jung likes you. He keeps marking me down on answers I know I’m getting right just because he doesn’t like me.” You sighed as you looked over the worksheet, and Suyeon stalled at your words.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah? Teachers do it all the time. If you were to compare my test with yours, I’m sure he’d mark me off for answers that you got right.”

As much as she didn’t want to believe that teachers would do such a thing, it didn’t sound like you were lying. She scrunched up her nose and shook her head incredulously. “That’s crazy. Why would a teacher do that? Shouldn’t they want you to succeed?”

“Not if you’re not the student they like. Still, I don’t really care. At least I’m passing. That’s all I care about.”

“If a teacher is doing that, you should bring it up to someone!” Her voice was a little loud for the library, and she flushed, leaning back into her chair when people looked over. Your eyes were wide, kind of like the day before, hand paused on the worksheet, but you recovered in a moment, letting out a quiet, bitter laugh.

“I mean, who would listen to someone like me?”

“I’m listening!” She was careful to keep her voice down, but she put her hands on the table. “Bring it up to your parents too, and the principal. This isn’t right! I mean, I don’t think you should skip classes, but you also shouldn’t be marked down just because the teachers want to punish you or something!” You smiled, put your chin on you hand, and raised your eyebrows.

“You know, Suyeon? You’re not half bad.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, going back to her worksheet.

“No, I mean it. I misjudged you. I’m sorry for what I said yesterday.” She looked up at you, surprised. “It was out of line.”

“O-oh. Um. Thanks for your apology. I’m sorry, too, for blowing up on you like that.”

“Nah, I kind of deserved it. I was being an ass. I’d like to make this project a success.”

She bit her lip for a moment, considering her options, before she reached out her hand for a handshake. “Alright then. Let’s make it a success. Partners?”

“Partners.” You shook it, hand firm around hers and a smile on your lips, and when she pulled back, it felt like her hand was tingling a bit. She ignored it, quickly going back to her worksheet. She had work to do. The school’s number one student didn’t have time to worry about... whatever that was.

“Then let’s get to work.”

That night, she laid beside Elly on the floor of her bedroom, looking up at the ceiling as your words echoed in her head. She hadn’t been able to forget about it.

“Hey Elly? Did you know that sometimes teachers give students bad grades just because they don’t like them?”

“Yeah, it’s bullshit. It happened to me a few times in elementary school with Ms. Jones. Why?”

“No reason. It just makes me angry.”

Elly didn’t reply, just smiling and reaching over to ruffle Suyeon’s hair. There was something about her smile that made Suyeon think she knew something, but she tried to dismiss it. “That’s because you’re a good person. You’ll never have to worry about it, though.”

“Yeah.” The ceiling still had glitter on it from her childhood, and she watched as the sparkly pieces blinked at her, almost as if they were accusing her: you know, and you’re doing nothing? “I don’t have to worry about it.”

“Hey, (Y/N), have you saved your tests?” She asked the next day, nonchalant. You looked up from your worksheet, then up at Mr. Jung at the front of the classroom, looking a little nervous.

“Uh, somewhere in my room, I think. Why?”

“Well, we have a lot of classes together, and for the classes I’m not in, I think you’re in those classes with my friend Yoojung. We could compare our answers and show for sure if they’re grading you down without reason.”

“You’re still thinking about that? It’s fine, nothing’s going to change. Who would we even go to?” You sounded like someone had drained all of your confidence, and Suyeon hated that.

“The principle likes me. I can bring it up to him.”

“But what if you get in trouble?”

She gave you a small grin, shaking her head. “They can’t get me in trouble, this school needs my grades to survive. Without me, the funding would be cut in half.”

You let out a low whistle, impressed. “Wow, you nerdy kids are next level.”

“Don’t call me that. Still, I think if we bring it up to her, it’ll probably change. Especially if I’m the one who brings it up. We can do it anonymously, so that the teachers don’t know who ratted them out.”

“We’re allowed to do that?”

“We have rights too.”

You glanced once more at Mr. Jung and shrugged. “Well, I guess if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Bring me your tests tomorrow. I’ll remove the name with white-out so they won’t even know it’s you.”

“If only this school knew that their number one student was so mischievous.” You reached out your hand like she had before, making her laugh. She was aware that Mr. Jung was watching her, but for once, she didn’t care. “Partners?”

She grinned as she shook your hand. “Partners.”

“(Y/N), Suyeon, what’s going on over there?”

She put on her best innocent face, and you tried not to laugh, and she realized that she was having fun. It was rare that she actually had fun at school, and it made her feel giddy. You really weren’t so bad after all. “We’re just working!”

“Alright... Hold it down over there, okay?”

“Yes, sir!”

“You’re exposing the teachers?” Doyeon looked all too happy with this news, and Suyeon shifted on Yoojung’s desk chair, a little bit shy. She’d come over to see Yoojung, but Doyeon was there too, and now she was in the room sitting beside her as Yoojung rummaged through her drawers, trying to make small talk and hoping this wouldn’t get out.

“Yeah? I guess so? I just need everyone’s tests. If you’ve kept them.”

“Hell yeah! Down with the overlords! Power to the students!” Yoojung bounded over from her dresser, arms full of papers. “I keep all my tests for studying so I’ve got everything.”

“You don’t want my tests. My teachers don’t doctor them, they just aren’t good,” Doyeon said with a shrug, wrapping an arm around Yoojung.

“Awe, babe, you’re a solid B student! Don’t talk like that!” The two girls giggled, and Suyeon cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Uh, thanks Yoojung. I’ll get out of your way now.”

“You don’t have to go!”

“Ah, I have things to do, don’t worry.” Suyeon gave the two an awkward smile and wave as she stood up and shifted the papers underneath her arm. “See you guys in school tomorrow.”

“See you! Don’t get in too much trouble because it’s a Friday tomorrow and we need to hang out!”

“I’ll keep that in mind!” Suyeon quickly stepped out of the room, letting out a sigh of relief once she was back outside. She loved her friends, but she was still glad to be out of there. There was a little pain in her heart, something that whispered about her wanting that too, but she dismissed it as she walked back towards her house, focusing on the task at hand. She didn’t have time to fall in love.

Unlike most kids, Suyeon had never had a bad experience at the principals office, so this was the first time she found herself nervous, bouncing her knee as she clutched the folder in her hand. On one side, she’d organized all of her and Yoojung’s tests, and on the other were yours, all correlated to show the ways teachers were marking you down. That morning, you’d handed over your tests and bit your lip, grabbing her hand before she left.

“Just. I don’t know. Be careful?”

“Don’t worry. I know how to talk to teachers.” Her words had been true, and still were true, but as much as she wanted you to believe that she wasn’t nervous, she was. This was something big, and if she did one wrong move.... All of the names in the folder were whited out except for hers. She was the only one who could be blamed.

“Suyeon?” She jumped and looked up at the lady at the desk, who gave her a smile. “The principal is ready to see you.”

“Thank you!” Swallowing, she stood up and hugged the folder to her, giving the lady one last smile as she passed, walking into the principal’s office. His office was familiar, but foreign at the same time. Suyeon had only been there a few times, so although she knew the room, she still felt out of place.

“How’s the school’s number one student doing today?” The principal smiled at her from behind his desk, folding his hands together, and she gave him a shy smile back as she sat down. She could do this, she knew she could. She was going to do this for all the students suffering because of their teachers. She was going to do this for justice. She was going to do this for you.

“I’m doing well, sir. But I wanted to speak to you about a matter that has recently come to light among my peers.”

The meeting went well, and Suyeon walked out of the office with a small smile on her face, folder handed over to the principal. Since she had specific teachers, the principal had agreed to look into them, and had even praised her for looking after her less-fortunate peers. Down the hall, you were taking a sip from the water fountain, and when you saw her, you stood up and wiped your mouth, looking at her with wide eyes.

“How did it go?”

“It went well! He told me that he had no idea this was happening and that he’d look into the teacher’s grading systems, and he even thanked me for going to him with proof.”

You grinned and held out your fist for a fist-bump. “You’re incredible, you know that, Suyeon?”

“I try,” she replied, knocking her knuckles against yours. “Hopefully something changes soon. For now, I should probably get to class. Number one student perks only last so long.”

You chuckled at her words and fell into step beside her, walking quietly as the two of you headed back to class. Just before your classroom, you stopped, and she turned to look at you.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” You gave her a smile. “I just wanted to say thank you. I’ve never had anyone care about me like that.” Something that she could no longer ignore jumped around in her heart as she smiled back.

“You’re welcome.”

Fridays were always pretty great, but this particular Friday, Suyeon was feeling great. She’d already seen the principal pull Mr. Jung aside, she’d gotten full marks on all of her tests, and you’d smiled at her while you thanked her, not to mention that she’d brought pizza for lunch. Everything was going pretty great as she walked towards the area at the back of the school building where she usually ate lunch with her friends. But unfortunately, nothing good ever lasted in her life, and she blinked as a hand slapped the phone from her hands, causing it to clatter to the floor.

For a moment, she just stared at her phone, before looking up to see three kids that she barely knew glaring at her. “Uh. Can I help you guys?”

“Can you help us? Can you help us?” One of the guys said, stepping towards her, and she instinctively stepped back, confused. Had she said something wrong. “You have the nerve to sound conceited now?”

“I think that’s just how my voice-.”

“Shut up. Do you know how annoying it is to be around you?”

Suyeon swallowed and glanced back down at her phone. She didn’t like where this was going. “Uh. No?”

“This is why everyone hates you! You’re so smart and you think you know everything, and you’re so rude to the rest of us. The rest of us who can’t catch up to you no matter how hard you tried. Ms. Parks said that she’s making the next test harder, because you aced this one and she wants to challenge you! And how’s that fair for the rest of us? I’m trying to get good grades and my parents expect me to be at the top of the class, but I can’t, because you’re over here making us all look stupid!”

“I don’t mean to-.”

“Just shut up!” One of the other guys stepped forward and pulled up his fist, and Suyeon flinched, closing her eyes. She could fight with them, she was still strong from her basketball days, but there was no way she’d be able to take on three at a time, and she didn’t want to get in trouble on school grounds. If he just hit her, maybe it would scare them if she fell and-.

She realized that she still hadn’t been hit, and opened her eyes.

You stood in front of her, arms crossed, glowing at the trio. “What the actual fuck is going on here?”

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here, sticking up for this goody-two-shoes? Did she hire your lonely weird ass as protection against all of us lowlifes?”

“No, she’s helped me out and now I’m helping her. And I suggest you leave before I get angry because I assure you that two of us against three of you is a much more even fight, and Elly and Doyeon are waiting right outside those school doors. If they hear Suyeon yell, they’ll come running, and Doyeon doesn’t like bullies.”

One of the guys wrinkled his nose and spit at your feet as they turned to leave. “Sell out,” he muttered as he walked away, and Suyeon let out a sigh of relief, clutching at her bag.

“I’m glad you showed up.”

“They’re just angry because they can’t get an A and they want to blame it on you,” you said, turning around and looking her up and down. “Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“I’m fine. I’ve had worse.” She let out an awkward laugh, but you didn’t seem to believe her as you reached out to grab her hand.

“Your hands are shaking.”

“Well, yeah! I almost just got hit!” Normally, Suyeon would yank her hand away. But she found that she didn’t want to, so she let you hold it, swallowing nervously. “Seriously though, how did you find me over here?”

“I was going to ask you something during lunch, and then I heard some commotion over here and, since I got beat up over here once, I figured something was going down again. Then it turned out to be you and I was glad I came over to check.”

“Oh. I’m sorry that you had to go through that.”

“Looks like we aren’t so different after all, huh,” you said, giving her a little smile that she easily returned.

“Guess not. Other than the fact that you’re apparently much more intimidating than I am.”

“Nah, it’s only because I mentioned that your friends were out there. They are out there, right?”

“Probably? Still, I couldn’t have done that. So thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You helped me, so I’m helping you.”

Suyeon’s heart dropped a bit, and she nibbled at her lip, looking down. “Is that the only reason why?”

“What?” Your eyes were wide and confused again, and she was too nervous to meet them.

“Are you only acting like this because I’m helping you out?”

“I mean, that’s one of the reasons,” you said, squeezing her hand gently. “But it’s not the only reason. The more I get to know you, the more I like you, Suyeon.” Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and she wished she had worn more makeup, because she knew she was blushing.

“Oh. Oh, good. ‘Cause I like you too.”

“Good. Are we good?” She looked up and met your eyes, then immediately smiled, embarrassed.

“Yeah, we’re good. Um, you were going to ask me something?”

“Oh! Yeah! I still kind of owe you, in a lot of ways. I also want to make up for the fact that I said mean things about you the first time we met. So I thought I’d invite you out to ice cream. My treat.” You tugged nervously at your backpack with your free hand. “Sorry if that sounds too weird or anything, I’m not good at this stuff.”

She couldn’t help laughing, and you looked a little nervous until she squeezed your hand and moved in a little closer. “I’m not good at this stuff either. But I’m down for ice cream. Is it a date?” Your face flushed, but you were smiling.

“If you want it to be.”

“Then it’s a date. Call me!” She went to move away but you kept hold of her hand, stopping her.

“I don’t have your number.”

“Oh, yeah! Sorry-.” She pulled out her phone, flushed to her ears as you did the same. “Here, put your number in my phone and I’ll put mine in yours.”

“Yeah, great. Good. Awesome.” Again, the two of you burst into laughter, and when she handed back your phone, she noticed you put a glasses emoji beside her name.

“Hey, you calling me a nerd?”

“No, I think it’s cute.” You grinned. “See you later, Suyeon.”

“See you!” She waved until you turned around, then looked down at your number in her phone and, for once, didn’t ignore the excited feeling building up in her chest. She couldn’t wait to tell her friends, even if she did know Elly was going to make a big deal out of it.

It hadn’t been perfect. It was awkward, but it was you and it was her, and that was all that mattered.

#weki meki #weme #suyeon #femifics #weki meki scenarios #suyeon scenarios #suyeon scenario #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups #t:highschoolau

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rkwxnb · 5 years

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shout out to rookies!

This is going to be short. At least now that I’m typing this I hope it would be since I’m a few seconds from knocking out. On top of that, I know I’m going to forget really important people for the same reason of why I hope this would be short... also because as always, I am doing this last minute. ( peace!! )

Rookies as the great Miss Grande once said. “One taught me love. One taught me patience. And One taught me pain.” I hope you all feel me when I say that’s all on you, RK! --- “Thank you, -- my stay tune for my next muse.”

Now that cringe moment is over with. I wanna do a roll-call at my special people! For those who stuck with me during the times, I was in rookies and while I was out doing god-knows-what.

RKCAP: This asswhole muse of mine who got into scandals and ruined one friendship after another, found his family ( by bond and friendship ) though this rp. Even until now I have to say he is the strongest muse in my whole rp-history. Having played him over at least two-years, before dropping his booty from wanting to become an idol, and evidently out of rookies. Outcast by his own family, with the help of the bro/anti-squad ( @aronrk - strawberry bruh! @rkkangjoon - lover joon! @rkgray - co-parenting daddy bruh + @rkxminhee - little minx min @rkwendy calm and collected sis @borark my get out of jail free card ) Not to mention, his little shit brother @rkohsehun NODDLEBOY! you’re all fam and I don’t have to tell you how many times I wish I can bring this boy back because of you lot!

Special shout-out to his ladies Jieun- ( @yujurk ) and Elly ( @hyunark ) them girls are his solid. Soulmates and Lovers. They are the core reason that he is still sane. One can say, they are his everything.

Yo seriously, Maddy you are by far one of the coolest people I’ve met. You’re insanely solid, my utmost respect to you. Shinobi-- the one-third of IwaBoKuro, see we’re even an ot3 in real life! You’re extremely dedicated to your muses, much like how you are with your friendships, never change bruhski! Saaaammmiiiieee!!! You are by far one of the kindest people I have ever come across, thank you for being you! Clara... gurl wait till Toshi’s turn uwu Em, you’ve made me such a happy puppy by coming back to rookies! I wish you and baby girl the best in life!

To my first child, Stef, sana okay ka na babybear! I’ve known you since why before rookies and in fact, I remember suggesting you play Sehun when Minsoo’s fc was still Chanyeol’s so we can have exo bruhs! Pero despite all that, I’m seriously proud of how much you’ve grown, you are one of my precious people. Though we don’t speak that much any more, alam I’m always here for you!

To my child, Nana, fix yourself before you wreck yourself! I miss you lots crazy and I hope we get to talk soon. I really wanna hear what's happening with life and how you’re surviving uni. What’s more is we both know that Hyo-Min is actually the IT soulmates, and the whole of Rookies know it. ( if you’re a new mun and you’re reading this... It’s true, believe me uwu ) I hope we have muses with that much of a strong connection again! Love you my mad child!

To my co-parenting mom, Jen, girl what you doing with your life?! We’ve had our ups and down, despite all that bullshit we’re at it again. To a degree, it’ll never be the same but I do wish if anything, our friendship will grow stronger instead. Your muses played as my muses lover, twin and admirer, but in real life, you once told me that you believe people have seven soulmates, though you’re a little shit that believes Yoongi is one of them. You did mention I maybe have taken a spot to, so no take-backs asshole. You’re stuck with me now. Peace!

RKTOSHI: This boy was Minho- then Dean... Then Yuto, heck back to Minho, then finally his sorry ass became Jisoo. He is one of the most complex and interesting muses I have ever played. The shit show he was a part of had been insane, from being a part of the Yakuza to being shot and finally a part of Nova ( like this hoe-man actually got signed! ) Aside from Soyeon ( sit your ass down Jen I already called you out ) he was a part of the Mensa-Squad with his @rkxkjd daddy-D ( KATIE LEE SIGN MY D ) and his @rkjohnny forever-hubby ( that now has his very own princess ). To the only women that kept him on a leash @rkyooa the one that got away and @dahyexrkarchive proxy grandma. Thanks to him joining the mgas he met his adoptive ma @rkjei!

Yurim!! DADDY-DAE! You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, especially in real life. I utterly respect you from moving away from home and following your dreams. You’re an a-class writer; I wish you the all the best for your endeavors!

Claraaaa ‘te~ The leader of rkpinoy squad-- seriously, even Johnny boy if from the Philippines. You’ve kept me sane and has been the voice of reason to many, including myself and my shit show muse. We once had an almost ship with Toshi and Wendy, but somehow I’m glad it didn’t work out because DANG LOOK AT YOU AND HUGO! Sana happy ka sa work and I’m always looking forward to your sports commentary be it figure staking, basketball, volleyball and cheerleading, Lab you sis!

Bun, the 2nd-third of IwaBoKuro--!! Man, I love the fact that we embody our muses even outside the roleplay. Still completely in touch irrespective of the fact that you’re no longer in this rp. You still the best! Much like Dahye kicks Toshi’s ass ( literally and figuratively ) you do the same with me, except more in the game-mode xP Whenever you wanna come back, I’ll be sure to have another mess of a muse to latch on to yours like a leech.

Nic, you angel. Even though we’ve only just gotten closer this year, I swear to God I am truly blessed for having you in my life. You’re one of my persons. You’re exceptionally strong and amazingly kind and considerate. I am sorry for all the bullshit you had to go through here and I’m hella proud you didn’t let those get you down and give up on your muses!

Roe, my true soulmate. Holy shit. I reckon its more than five years since we’ve known each other. You’re muse almost married mine. Heck, we have plans to platonically get married ( because we gonna cheat the system ). I absolutely cannot imagine my life without you. You are my ultimate person. As you rightly said in your post, my ride and die. The strongest and fiercest of people, both in the real world and rp. You take no shit from anybody and would fight for what you believe is right, especially stand up to those who are getting bullied. Without being anymore sappy, I do love you with all of me and I am always gonna be here for you. Just because you are amazing and worth it all.

RKNAEUN + RKAVERY: My two latest muses ( actually the ones currently in rookies ) I never imagine there would be a time where I would have only female muses in rookies. Considering my strongest muses here were the boys. But keeping you both and actually maintaining your arc ( plus organizing your points properly ) is something I’m actually proud of myself of. Since Avery is still relatively new ( her strongest bonds have yet to fully form, but one of them is definitely Hoby! ) I’mma focus on Naeun’s friendships! From the chaebol-childhood friends to fam @rkchaeyoung her idol unnie to @rksunwoo best oppa sunwoo. her dancing queen leader @rkhyojeong and her best friend 4eva @rkleeflix . I want to thank all of you for being her inspiration!

Special shoutout to Amy we too old for optimism but I shit you know if I know anyone who’s going to make it through all this, it’ll be you! You are the most real person that I know. Oddly enough we got closer when I came back in rookies then my first time around here. You’ve been there for me in the toughest times, even though I know you were going through you’re own worries. I’m eternally grateful for that. With everything said and done, I hope I can return even slightest bit of happiness and comfort you’ve given me, because I know I can’t match all the times you’ve had to deal with me.Thank you loads for everything, me hearts you!

Thank you rkmods/admins. Without you, I would not have met all these precious people. Thank you for tirelessly listening to all of us whine about how unfair everything is and still remain here. Thank you for giving us your time and efforts to keep our escape from the real world alive. Most importantly, thank you for being the backbone of all this glorious foundation. You all is amazing. Happy RKFIFTH and I hope many more to come!

Yours, ( Lyn | @rkavery + @rkxsnn )

P.S. I lied this wasn’t short at all. [ sorry for the grammatic/spelling errors... lets be real if this post didn’t have those, then you can all speculate that I didn’t actually write it.

#rkfifth #[ yooooo holy shit i actually did it! ]#[ you're all amazing! ]#[ remember we ohana rookies! ]#[ probably forgot to mention a shit tons but know you're all important and i love you loads! ]

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ubercharge · 7 years

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life’s like playing minecraft with your friends. everyone needs to learn some degree of self-sufficiency if they’re not leeching off of people who are kind and/or have a fuckton of resources. generally you gotta be able to feed yourself, keep yourself alive, be able to find/create shelter, be able to gather resources for and create tools/weapons/etc. but if you’re gonna be playing for longer than like 10 minutes on survival, you need to have some basic understanding of the game (it’s like having to understand SOCIETY and whatever your relevant surroundings for life, school/work, and social network are)

then you got a bunch of people who play the game differently (and people who live life differently). you’ve got people who pour a lot of time and effort into the actual mining part so they can accumulate those mining resources. some people who just kinda dig around a lot, some people who have calculated networks on specific levels so they can maximize diamond gain. which could probably in some way be connected to putting effort into wealth? like sometimes you dig for a long time but you don’t find jack shit but a lot of cobble to stuff your inventory.

there are people who put a lot of effort into farming, even manually hunting down animals and painstakingly luring them back into a pen before they can start breeding and multiplying them. some people who, like miners, just kinda farm a lot or are very dedicated to their small/medium farm, and people who’ve either bred their animals a LOT so you have these pens with like a hundred cows clipping into each other mooing loudly, or efficient setups where there are a hundred cows but in a very small space clipping into each other so to breed them you take like five stacks of wheat, go into the pen, and right click your fucking heart out. i don’t know what comparison to make with the farming shit. ii’m sure there’s something though. maybe related to whatrever we cultivate. like. our image? no that’s fucking stupid. i was gonna say friends, but that was an even shittier idea

there are people who are seriously just out here to murder as many mobs as fucking possible. as soon as the sun sets, they have their enchanted weapons on, they’re sniping shit from fifty metres away with a OHKO as soon as it spawns under the moonlight, they’re charging into dungeons with no armour and a stone sword, they’re thjrilled when they hear zombie growls underground and they dig towards the mob noises, they may or may not suck at parrying and timing their shots and aiming but they’re having a good time killing shit. then they use their lvls to enchant more weapons. they’re the ones begging for the ops to enable pvp. and this is lkike life too. somehow. i don’t know. thjere’s always someone like this

there are people who tame like one wolf or ocelot then they end up with a hoard of twenty or a hundred. especially with wolves, which are easier to find and tame. ngl i am always this fucking person. also can we talk about how if you hit even one dog of someone who has a lot of them, you will die pretty much fucking instntaly if you don’t have high lvl armour cuz you just get fucking swarmed by fifty dogs and the perosn who tamed them can’t help you,. sorry about that. anyway maybe this one we can compare to social media or friends, except for the pet connotations, or the murder connotations, ostensibly

then there’s the one wguy who just wants to BUILD SHIT but it’s creative mode and they keep getting their ass exploded by creepers and they’re the one asking the admin to change it to creative mode except nobody else wants to play in creative mode. and this is like. i doj’t know. content creators. artists. there’s a sad artist joke here SOMEHWERE

there’s like, griefers, even if you have nice friends, god there’s always at least one griefer. and sometiumes it’s by accident like someone’s running from a creeper and they think they’re safe in/near someone else’s house but them BAM you’re wrong. and half the house is exploded. and sometimes there’s somneohne who crafts flint and steel cuz they want to watch your log cabin burn down in front of them, because they know you just went to bed, and they ligve for fire

and then there are the furry roleplayers with fursona skins. don’t tell me these people don’t exists. i know i’m inebriated bt there’s literally no fucking way there aren’t a ton of these people trying to make some kind ofl minefraft recreation of second life... second lifecraft. yes this is like life too. the furries in minecraft represent the furries of real life

i’m too drunk to finish this text post i thouight it was gonna go places but it reverted to furries, like with everything fucking else on the intenret

#hey guys i’m going to play some drunk qp after i make this post #dave.txt #text heavy

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chanyeol-and-you-fantasies · 7 years

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"I'll Never Let you go." - by Solifiedjaporeanist21 (Admin SCYO)

Rating: Explicit

Member: Chanyeol (Exo)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (You)

Words: 3,308

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Blow jobs, Dirty talk, Body worship, Slight orgasm denial, Multiple orgasms, Happy ending, Two shot.

Summary: Chanyeol like the good friend he was, confronts (Y/N) when he finds her crying in her room, but what they don’t expect is what happens next, and boy does it take them by surprise.

Part two to Make Up Sex (and then some). Requested by a lot of anticipated readers.

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You tremble as your tears continue, depressing as it looked they wouldn’t stop, it didn’t matter how many times you willed yourself. Never before have you been this hurt and for that it just makes the despair of your reality unfavorable. You hug your knees harder to your chest, screaming out your pain. It was almost too much to bare alone, but that was all you had- yourself. You had Chanyeol of course, your best friend, your brother, your love, although you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to tell him. How could you, especially in this state.

Suddenly your door swings opens, hitting the wall, knocking those thoughts right out the window. “(Y/N)! What’s wro-” You look up at the man before you, eyes red-rimmed with tears. Chanyeol visably winces at the look, brows knitted worriedly. “(Y/N)…” Your name off his tongue just sounded so perfect and it only made you cry harder.

“Chanyeol.” You whimper, pain lanced in the simple sentance.

In a heartbeat Chanyeol was by your side, reaching for you and you let him, you let him hold you, embrace you, if only this once. Because you knew deep down that this might be the last he ever touches you in this manner.

You wailed into his chest, fingers digging into his shirt. “(Y/N)?” Chanyeol murmurs, hugging you tightly, “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Please tell me?” You shake your head, not being able to bring a fraction of the truth to something so stupid. And it was stupid. C'mon you were torn over a dream. A figment of cruel reality.

“I-I can’t.” You finally force out, voice shaken with tears. “I just… can’t. Believe me I want nothing more than to tell you the truth but…” you trailed off, not being able to say the words. Chanyeol just pulls you closer at your struggle, his arms seemingly protective around your back. You let out a shuttering breath, inhaling his strong scent, the smell of his musky colonge and soup. It intoxicates your senses beyond belief. You would honestly drown in this scent for eternity.

Something felt just so right about this, the way his arms felt like heaven wrapped around you, the way they were strong but gentle, protective yet defensive. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was holding you far more delicately than a normal friend would, it was somewhat possessive.

Chanyeol buries his head in your neck, his breath making the hairs at the back of your neck stand on edge. Your fingers dig into his shirt harder, it was taking everything in your power not to lean your head to the side and kiss him. To just come out and express what you’ve been so shattered over. But rejection was something you didn’t take likely nor could you live with the thought of him feeling disgusted by you for feeling that way about him, when he so clearly doesn’t. So in the end you threw your desire out and just held him.

Chanyeol pulls himself back, and you meet his gaze, the thought of your pain seemingly lessing. “(Y/N)…” You almost was surpised when he speaks your name, there was something in his tone, something foreign, something you wished you knew. He smiles, wiping the tears that endlessly fall with the pad of his thumb. It was all innocent enough but you honestly thought there was more to his actions then a friendly gesture.

You lean into his touch, your heart warming as your lingering dream of him touching you like this surfaces. However this time it didn’t hurt, there was no throb in your chest, maybe because he was here with you. Not as lover but as a friend. You hated to say but you knew you couldn’t keep leeching onto him, not because of him but because of you. Or maybe it wasn’t that at all, maybe it was just the tender of this moment that makes you say that.

You open your mouth, as to tell him but he stops you short, pressing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. All in all it grabs you by surprise and you couldn’t catch the gasp of utter shock that erups from your throat. Nonetheless, you let your eyes fall shut, taking his invitation far too highly but that was alright, if this was a one time only thing, something that surfaced from the tender moment and will be regretted later then so be it. Cause right now you wanted to savor it for as long as it lets you.

However long ended up scarcely under a minute. Chanyeol pulls away slowly, the press of his lips against yours still lingering a tingling feeling. What you expected was him to lean in again, to tell you how much he wants you but what you got instead was his hastily aplogies. “Fuck I’m so sorry (Y/N), I-I don’t know what came over me. I really shouldn’t have done that, your hurting and I just took advantage of you. God I’m such a idiot!” You opened your mouth to tell him that that wasn’t it, that you liked it- liked him, but the words just wouldn’t come, they died the moment they landed on your tongue.

Chanyeol stands, infuriated by his unwelcomed behavior. He begins to walk away but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back. “Please don’t.” Your voice was so low and soft spoken you doubt he even heard you. Though when he glances at you, you began to think that maybe he had. You motion him to sit back down, and when he does you lean over towards him, returning the favor that he’d given you.

“Please shut up Chanyeol.” He doesn’t hesitate as he nods, you smile, pressing your lips back against his. You wanted to savor this moment one last time, only this once you didn’t care about the consequences later. Chanyeol passes his fingers through your hair, pressing his lips harder against yours, taking over. And you allowed it, you really let him. You desired that he do anything he wanted to you.

“You don’t believe how many times I’ve wanted this, dreamt this.” You relate to Chanyeol’s confession, panting as he slides his lips across your neck, tasting your need as your pulse races with everlasting joy. You turn your head, moaning aloud as he plants hickeys down your neck and shoulder, groaning at your sweetness.

Fuck, it felt so good, it clouded your head with overwhelming pleasure, your legs shaking from the adrenaline of excitement. You ask for more, begged for it, you dreamed he push you down and rightfully take what’s his. And after years of pent up frustration you knew he’d be delighted to.

You gasp softly, bitting your lip, running your hands through his hair, the other clawing at his shoulder as he works wonderful magic on your arousing body with his mouth. You moan his name, breathless. Only then does Chanyeol stop his actions. You look up at him when he pushes himself back, holding you by your shoulders. “(Y/N), I can’t,” He shakes his head. “-this is wrong, I’m taking advantage of you, this isn’t what you want.”

You couldn’t believe this, after everything he still was in denal of seeing your feelings. “But this is what I want, Chanyeol, for years I’ve wanted this, wanted you. I could never tell you because I couldn’t bear the thought of you rejecting me or worse thinking I’m disgusting. But don’t ever say I don’t want this, there is nothing in this world I crave more.” It was the truth, you really couldn’t. He looks at you perplexed but he doesn’t say anything so you take his silence to continue.

“I had a dream, a dream of us, we were fighting over something, something so ridiculous too and to make it up to you I went so far to show you just how much I cared,” It didn’t take a genius to figure out just what you had done and with the look on Chanyeol’s face you knew he caught your drift. “However, after we finished and I told you just how much I loved you, I woke up.” You sigh. “It didn’t hurt so much that it was a dream, but the fact that it felt so real. To be in your arms, to be kissed by you, to be touched by you, it was cruel, I couldn’t take the reality that it would never happen. That’s why I was down earlier, I can’t help my feelings for you Chanyeol, I can’t stop loving you, but most of all I can’t live with the thought of never having you to the extent I want. So no you’re not taking advantage of me, never will you take advantage of me, not with how long I chased this.”

Chanyeol cups your cheek, leaning in. He doesn’t say anything and that was fine by you because right now words don’t need to be spoken. All that needed to be heard was seen in his actions. Chanyeol holds you close, tasting your mouth as he slides his tongue past your parted lips, taking your breath right from under you. A moan erups from within, your mind glazing with unspeakable lust.

“Give me the pleasure to please you (Y/N), for real this time.” Chanyeol doesn’t even have to ask, he could demand for anything and you will follow along willingly. You nodded and Chanyeol smiles, leaning you down, towering above you, concurring your mouth as he takes dominance. You circle your arms around his neck, moving your lips along with his.

He curls his fingers around the curve of your back, scooting you up to the pillows at the head of the bed. Surprising your kiss didn’t break though when it does those lips that you love so much trace the line of your jaw, his hot pants of breath at the shell of your ear, driving you insane. Chanyeol slides a hand down your side, kneading your breast, your thighs, nibbling at your earlobe, enforcing blissful cries of his name to awake from within. And the way he was touching you now was far better than any dream, no imagination can come close to comparison to how good this really feels.

You trail your hands down Chanyeol’s back, underneath his shirt, your cold hands upon his bare warm chest sending shivers of sparking pleasure throughout his body, igniting his arousal below. Nails gently rake down his nipples to his abdomen, your fingertips tracing the constricting muscles that lie there. He groans throaty, relishing in the wake of your encouraging touch.

It was Chanyeol’s turn soon enough, as he lifts your shirt up, venturing his lips across your belly, kissing you in spots you didn’t know could be kissed. He interlocks his fingers with yours, holding them close to your side, using his teeth when he nibbles at your hips, delighted as you squirm beneath him. Your breath hitches when he drags his tongue across your sensitive skin, inside your navel, across your ribs, against your peaking breast. Your hands tighten around his own, eager for more.

He hums in your chest, scattering wet butterfly-kisses up across your neck, electing the beautiful sounds that leave your lips because of him. He meets them with his own soon enough, breathing in your gasps and whimpers.

Chanyeol guides you up, running his palms beneath your shirt, over your breast, before he’s rising it above your head, your kiss splitting instantly when he had. He tosses it across the bedroom half-heartly, landing his mouth upon the bareness of your shoulders, leading you back down on your back. He scurries his tongue over your breast, down your stomach. He plants love bites and wet kisses all across your body, until he reaches his destination.

With the button unpoped he reachs for the hem of your jeans, slowly ridding of them. You easily comply, lifting your butt, rocking your hips side to side as he completely removes them. Chanyeol smiles at your willingness. “Your so beautiful, (Y/N).” He compliments.

Getting up you graze your lips across his, smiling. “Not as much as you.” Slowly you proceed to his own, sliding your small hands underneath his shirt, lifting it over his head. He watches as you press you hands against his chest, your lips following suit behind.

Chanyeol gets off the bed when you motion him to, you following towards him on your knees, reaching for his pants. He allows you permission to undress him, to have your fun in taking time to explore what he’s never given you until now. With the button undone you slowly slide them down, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. You bite your lip at how hard he was, the curve of his cock inside his boxers tempting enough to touch. Which is what you do in earnest.

Reaching forward you palm him through. Chanyeol groans huskily, leaning his head back, eyes closed shut. “(Y/N), you have amazing hands.” You smile thankful, placing your lips against his waist, your hand squeezing him harder, not enough to hurt him but enough to bring greater pleasure. “You’re just as big as you were in my dream.” You moaned, closing your eyes as he combs his fingers through your hair.

“Must have been one vivid dream,” Chanyeol grins, not able to take the torture no more. He bends down, guiding your mouth to his, where he climbs on top of you once more. “How good did I fuck you, (Y/N)?” He whispers in your ear. There was absolutely no shame in his voice when he asked and you whimper only finding it more of a turn on. Your voice comes out in a low purr when you murmured. “Very, no words can excel. And you didn’t stop either, not until I forgot my own name, until I screamed yours in ecstasy, until I knew my place as your property.” Chanyeol growls gruffly, breathing deeply into your shoulder.

With hips against yours, Chanyeol greedily rocks his cock across your pussy, moaning loudly as he feels just how wet you’ve become from his simple presses. Your fingers claw at his back, head tossed back in pure bliss. “I’ll be sure to fuck you ten times better, baby.” Chanyeol promises, whispering deeply in your ear. You mewled hoarsly, moving your hips with his, relishing in the heat of that beautiful cock of his pressed up against you.

He makes you keen and wither in perfect rapture, his name so gorgeously slipping from your lips, as he continuously dry humps you, begging for more.

Chanyeol was easy to contribute with you, too eager to please. You let our a breathless sigh when he slowly begins to slide your soaked panties down your thighs, his own boxers following behind, thrown somewhere in the room carelessly.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, biting your lip as he positions himself at your needy hole, rubbing his slick cockhead across your slippery-with-cum folds. This alone was torturous, bringing you to a even greater frustration. Chanyeol leans down to your lips, distracting you somewhat as he pushes himself deep inside you, both moaning into one another at the euphoric feeling of entry. The feel of being filled by this man is unexplainable, he fit so perfectly inside you, seemingly belonged.

To the base, Chanyeol stills breaking the kiss, to far gone with the tightness around him. He breathes harshly against your cheek. “God, (Y/N), you feel so fucking good, so fucking tight.” He moans huskily, his nails digging into your thigh, presumably to keep himself from moving before you’re fully ajusted to him. Only when you are does Chanyeol begin to move, pulling out to the tip before he slams back in, cherishing the blissful sigh that escapes your mouth when he had.

Seeing your pleasured state, he keeps up a distinct rhythm, moving his hips in deep slow thrust, hazing your mind in a mere second, driving your body to react to his touch without even trying too. It was official this was far better that anything you could imagine.

You bury your head in his neck, enveloping your senses with his scent, panting heavily as he speeds up, the bed creaking upon the heavy weight. “Ahh, Chanyeol…fuck.” He just grunts, focusing all his effort to please you, the obscene sounds of your love making heaven to your ears.

Chanyeol reaches behind you, swiftly pulling you up into his lap, holding you close as he greets your lips, your tongues dancing in a forceful swirl of passion. He tangles his hand through your hair, guiding it back when he trails his tongue down your neck, suckling at your flushed skin, creating bite marks at your shoulders. You moaned helplessly, rocking your hips against his pelvis, rubbing his cock nice and deep inside you, around your hot walls. Your hands dig into his broad shoulders, feeling his muscles flex and tighten with the force he was bringing below, slamming his cock in and out of you to the best of his ability. With this position it deemed a workout.

You open your eyes, capturing the beauty before you, his face contorted with intense pleasure, mouth agape to let out his heavy pants of breath. Lip between your teeth you lean forward, resting your face in the crook of his sweaty neck, your fingers combing through his damp hair. Chanyeol moans loudly when your bite him. You blame the incoming orgasm.

You cry out, nails raking his back, creating bruising red marks as your climax hits you, with your head tossed back, your body quakes in the overwhelming release. Chanyeol’s name rolls off your tongue when he strikes your g-spot, igniting your orgasm almost viciously. And he doesn’t stop either, he fucks you until there is nothing but white behind your eyelids, until your body spasms in the over simulation, until your coming again.

This time Chanyeol gasps, your walls unbearably tight around him, driving him nuts with lust. His back abused. It didn’t take him no time before that wonderful feeling before he’s coming along with you, saying your name under his breath. It was too late to pull himself out, so he just cums inside you, hugging you close to his numb form. You whimer, feeling his cum coating your constricting walls, his cock throbbing inside you, hitting spots that make you jerk in the overstimulation.

Chanyeol falls limp when he couldn’t come anymore, resting his head on your shoulder, panting heavily, his breath ghosting at your ear. “I love you, (Y/N),” Chanyeol blurts, voice ragged and hoarse. “-I should have told you this a long time ago. I should have held you by my side rather than ignorning you all this time, I should have seen the signs, your hesitant glances, your questioning touch, the pain and heartbreak that was written across your face when I kissed another women. But truth be told all I saw was you when I fucked them. That’s really how I knew I loved you, but I was stupid and didn’t awknowlage you. I was frightened.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, the truth only making you also feel stupid. All this time, all these years of hiding, keeping secrets, it was all for naught? You let out a shuttering breath. “Chanyeol it’s okay, you’re here now, you have my unconditional love, my heart, and my soul, nothing you say or do will make that change.”

Chanyeol holds you close, tightly and protective, yet this time he wasn’t letting go. You smile, overloading with sheer happiness, your tears falling. “I’ll never let you go, Chanyeol.”

“Nor will I.”

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A/N:

This is the last chapter of this fic, I know it sucks but there really isn’t any more I could do on it. (Unless someone wants to give me some. *wink wink*) I do hope it reaches expectations though and is as good as you all anticipated. I had tons of request and feedback which I greatly appreciated.

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