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rayisalive · 1 year
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★A/N: This is just a joke don’t take it seriously hh- it’s not meant to offend anyone in any way.
Originally I was gonna have a Y/N-Malleus-Ace-Jack imaginary harem but oh well hh-
I lowkey wanna write more of this AU- Y/N vs the overblots(/hj)
Please bully Y/N with me
★Includes: Fem reader(I’M SORRY BUT ALMOST ALL Y/N FICS I SEE ARE FEM READER AND I NEED IT TO BE FEM READER TO POKE FUN AT Y/N-) reader x Malleus and Ace(sevens I feel bad for them already, but I need Y/N’s imaginary love triangle) crack fic
★Context: It’s just me making a crack fic of the typical, pardon I mean “not like other girls” Y/N from fics x TWST hh-
★Tag.List: @yinenovica @snek-disappearedagain
←Y/N in Scarabia →
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I opened up by bluer than the ocean which gets the blue color due to the water absorbing colors in the red part of the light spectrum but I’m too dumb to know that so I’ll just say eyes as blue as sapphires.
Anyway I opened my sapphire blue orbs, my blue pearls, my blue balls in what I call eye sockets, my blue orbeez, I opened them and peered around my room.
Ah, today was just another Tuesday in my boring, uneventful, sad, life.
I turned to check the time on my clock, it was 8:06.
Wait, 8:06?! I was late for school even though no one would care if I was there or not!
I quickly rushed out of my bed, not paying attention to anything else.
I threw on an oversized hoodie and leggings as I live life like a side character in cartoons and only have one set of clothes.
Tying my hair into a messy bun I dashed out of my room, entering the kitchen.
Sadly, my parents weren’t there, they had died 50 years before I was born in a car crash.
I struggled to handle making myself a quick breakfast and doing last-minute homework.
I mean, I could barely reach the countertop as I am 1’3 tall with golden hair longer than Rapunzels.
After eating a small breakfast, I made my way to NRC, the dreaded school I go to.
I hate almost everything about it, I’m not what you would call the popular kids. I get bullied, and for no reason. Oh well, it’s just better to ignore them I guess.
Walking towards the gate, I made a sharp turn. I had to avoid others when entering, for some reason I was always removed even though I very much am totally a student there.
I weaved through the woods until I finally arrived at the backdoor.
Upon entering I felt my tiny body, smaller than a piece of rice, needs a microscope to see, smaller than the writers self-confidence, I felt myself crash into another student.
Looking up I saw one of the students that had gone to the school.
I could feel my face get redder than the wattpad logo as I stammered words out, looking for an excuse.
“I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- I- *insert 500 more “I-”’s* I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice quavering with each word.
“It’s nothing,” they said, before walking away.
I could feel tears grow as he walked off. There was no way, why did I deserve this? Why had everyone have to be so mean even if he literally did nothing wrong and I just like to be dramatic.
I took off like a caterpillar on drugs, making my way to the rooftop.
Barely anyone was there as I slowly approached the side. I looked around, making sure no one was watching.
Taking deep breaths, I let my voice ring out louder than a fire alarm as I sang the one true song I could resonate with, Fight Song by Rachel Platten.
I felt my fears and worries wash away as I sang, letting my true self shine.
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“There she goes again,” grumbled a student as they let out a sigh, walking away.
Another student looked up to yell, “Stop singing, you sound like a fire truck had crashed into a brick wall 50 times then refused to fix the siren as it was driven by toads.”
Onlookers did their best to hide their laughs as they left, not wanting to draw attention to themselves.
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As I heard the comment I immediately stopped singing, my feelings once again hurt.
Looking down, the person who I had assured to make the comment gave me a thumbs up, most likely enjoying the fact I had stopped singing.
I instantly recognized the red hair, it was none other than Ace Trappola, a first year in my alchemy class.
I felt miserable as I walked back down, off to class even though once again no one would care if I was there or not.
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As I exited the classroom once again my smaller than a lego figurine self walked into someone due to the fact that despite having eyes I can not see and if given the chance I would accidentally run into a wall of cacti.
My books tumbled out of my hands, happy to be free from me, as I fell to the ground despite barely touching the person.
“Watch where you’re going,” they mumbled before walking past me, leaving me there alone.
Somehow someone voluntarily walked within 500 ft of me, as they bent down, helping me pickup my books who were so close to escaping me.
I could distinctly tell him apart from the other students, who else was a tall dragon fae with horns? Only Malleus Draconia of course.
As we stood back up I felt the brush of his hand as he handed me my book. Red colored my face as I realized this could only mean one thing, he was in love with me.
How did I get to that conclusion? Oh well I’m so detached from society that I think my life is a wattpad story and anyone who gives me any sort of physical touch is in love with me, plus I’m too dumb to try to look at the situation logically.
“T- T- T- T- T- T- *insert 201837 more “T-”’s* Thankyou,” I stutter out before running off, not paying any attention to the dumbfound fae watching me.
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Walking down the hallways I could feel their stares as I headed to the only place I could truly be myself, the rooftop of course.
As I walked towards the edge once more, I let my voice out like someone opening a broken music box that was smashed by a hammer 600 times.
I sang until I had been interrupted, once again by the same rude redhead before.
I turned to see his scarlet red orbeez eye me, his voice cocky and confident.
“You sure do like singing that song, even though you sound like a burning building.”
“W- W- W- W-,” I attempted to respond before he interrupted me again, angering me further.
“Jeez, do you hafta stutter 500 times before saying a word? I get stuttering but you just seem like you’re exaggerating it,” Ace said, placing a smirk on that stupid face of his.
I gave out a scoff before turning back around, looking at the now full courtyard below me.
Ace let out a sigh before walking up next to me, a shock really as no one would want to be caught within 100 ft near me.
He rested his head on the railings as he looked out below too, keeping an awkward silence between us.
For the first time he wasn’t making fun of me, and seeing as how I reacted to Malleus helping me pickup my books, it was only natural for me to believe he had a crush on me aswell, of course I had to use the overused “only bully them because you like them” and “I can fix him” trope.
We stayed there until Ace perked his head up, a sudden burst of realization on his face.
“Wait a moment, this is an all-boys school, how the hell are you here? Are you even a student here?!” He yelped, his once calm expression now replaced with one surprised.
Just then a burst of faculty entered the roof, charging towards me.
I quickly took my books and ran off, not minding any attention to those who tried to stop me.
“Catch her!” Someone yelled as I pushed past people, which really wasn’t needed because once again I’m like a caterpillar on drugs.
I could hear someone mumble along the words, “Just another Tuesday,” as I ran past them, and honestly they were right, this was almost my daily routine.
Perhaps this was why I was often removed from the school, but you see as a wattpad Y/N I can break the logic and rules of stories.
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After what felt like I was running forever I finally once again arrived at my house, tired from the chase.
Finally I was able to rest as I placed my books and bag down. Taking my 100 ft hair out of the bun and leaving to relax. Of course, all by myself because I have no friends.
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©rayisalive 9/16/22 None of my work is to be translated, plagiarized, or reposted without my knowledge. If I inspired you be sure to tag me so I can check it out!
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crowberri · 2 years
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ocs…? 👀 dnd….?? 👀👀 wizard bebes…??? 👀👀👀 yes hello I would love to know more
😳 thank you for being interested,,, I will gladly tell you about my wizard bebes,,, Its going to be a very long ramble I hope you’re up for it- (putting it under a :readmore: bc i dont wanna flood ppl’s dashboards hh)
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Ive uploaded some of these drawings already but im using them again— SO This is the character I play, her name is Liana and she’s a little socially anxious :)) Her hat of disguise is very important to her, being a gift from her step father and the thing that keeps her from having an anxiety attack in the middle of the street bc she’s very scared of showing her true self as a tiefling (ahaha traumatic experiences go brrr)
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(I drew her with short hair here but her hair is long and usually braided) Liana is stubborn enough to run away from the comforts of the Rheinhurst Academy (big important wizard academy, currently trying to become independent from the kingdom it’s located in) to find her supposedly dead mother (haha thing tied to traumatic experience tm).
Her upbringing isn’t exactly noble or anything, so the only reason she could attend at all is because her father is a wizard and an archeologist who was competent enough to be hired as a professor there, and this idiot decides to abandon her education, her father and little brother and risk her life to find someone who she isn’t even sure lives at all.
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Despite being a wizard, she’s proficient in short swords bc her step dad trained her during her free time. Good for self defense bc my DM likes to have enemies who run up to our faces and it makes sense lore wise so my DM allowed it - it’s not like she’s going to use it much lmao d6 hit dice isn’t great for melee combat :’)))
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Her subclass is Order of the Scribes, so her casting focus is her spellbook and she draws her spells with her quill :D (you can see the Witch Hat Atelier inspo so clear lmao—). Her spells look very similar to her fathers (which i will explain a bit later), but i do plan on her branching out from that, depending on where the campaign goes and how she develops as a character.
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This is my second wizard bebe- He’s Liana’s step father, and his name is Ellios. He met Liana’s mother during his travels after he was exiled from his noble family, but it wasn’t until a few years after Liana was born they had a romantic relationship (it’s complicated hhhh). Most people who ever interact with him would think that he’s your usual arrogant shithead high elf but truth is he’s just very depressed and emotionally damaged :’)) ((he used to be such a sweet person before things happened aha ha-.
The neck bands hides something that brings back memories he’d rather not experience again - although sometimes they still pop up in during his trans and it’s not pleasant haha—
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Ellios used to and still researches the Hollow (our version of the Feywild— we changed stuff from DnD canon. It’s an extremely under explored place, anyone who goes in there is never seen again. Random portals form from holes in unpopulated places (like tree holes and doorways) and with that plants and creatures come to the material plane from the hollow. Ellios studies whatever comes out of it.).
He’s always been working for Rheinhurts Academy on and off since his exile, only after his wife was executed by a kingdom with policies against tieflings (their army took over the town they lived in) he started working there full time, bringing his children with him as the academy offers work, education and safety.
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His subclass is bladesinger, and his weapon of choice is a rapier (i drew a short sword here bc backhanding a rapier is lowkey stupid lmao) His rapier is enchanted, given to him by his family during his adulthood ceremony (shortly before he was exiled hh).
Being a bladesinger means his magic revolves around a lot of teleporting (hit and run basically, once again d6 hit die sucks :’)), but other than that his magic leans towards ice attacks, though he does have other elements of damage so he isn’t completely fucked against ice resistant / immune creatures. The appearance of his magic is inspired by the wild yet beautiful patterns you find in nature. However recently his spells became more and more plain as he stopped putting in the extra effort into it.
(He’s more of a workaholic than an alcoholic but sometimes he’s just too tired to work so booze it is-)
And so after Liana decided to dip, his mental health declined so much that one time he decided to just work for 50+ hrs straight to distract himself from the anxiety, to the point where he just passed out when talking to the principle (they’re friends, he made sure this 192cm tall man didn’t hit his head when falling). Ellios couldn’t leave to find his daughter bc he has a 7 year old to take care of (they do have a hired maid but he can’t just a ba n don him-).
There are investigators sent out trying to find Liana, but she recognizes their clothing and spell style from a mile away + she has a hat of disguise so investigation has been unsuccessful.
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benzeneteen · 3 years
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*desires to look like bullets/revenge gerard way*
yuup u get it :|
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page-twenty-eight · 4 years
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i dreamed about you last night, it didn't look or feel like you but i just knew it was? i don't remember all of it but basically you texted me that you were in hungary with your mum on holiday but for whatever reason we knew we couldn't meet (?) then later that afternoon i went out with my mum and i recognised you from the car window and got out to greet you and it was a bit awkward and you were very different but it was nice and our mums talked and you told me about something hungarian and i was like yeah i know what you're talking about there's a monument of that on the gellért hill but then you were like nope because you just learned said thing when you were in kecskemét on like a boat trip (there isn't even any water anywhere near kecskemét but whatever) and then idk our mums disappeared and we drove back to our place and our flat looked completely different inside and we sat down on the couch and just sat there in silence and it was kinda awkward but not uncomfortable and i don't remember which of us but one of us said there's so much i want to say but i don't know how so we just kept silent?
#it was so strange#it felt so wrong and good at the same time#like it felt like some weird future and i just knew it was you but you were so distant but not in a rude way or anything#just like your soul wasn't in your body or something and it was lowkey scary#but also it felt so good to be with you#even though none of it made sense and we didn't even talk much or have a teary reunion#we just started talking when we met up and then after a while i just hugged you because i'm a hugger and i couldn't stand not hugging you#wait i forgot where i was going with that i wish you could like read the whole lengths of tags on mobile hh#in conclusion it was weird but not bad at all ??#and there was probably a lot more going on that i forgot#also you had black hair down to your shoulders and were very very skinny and had dark eyes if you google emma appleton that's kinda what you#looked like#that's about it?#i lowkey wanna draw it because the whole setting was interesting like the streets were empty and it was a grey day#and we met at this parking lot with docks and a dirty river by the side and there was a warehouse there which is why my mum and i went there#in the first place but idk what for? but then she and your mum went in and we just stayed outside#even the scenes in our flat were kinda desaturated and strange#the only scene that had bright colours was like your flashback to whatever happened in kecskemét?#i don't remember what it was like it was something to do with fishing and the flashback was basically a picture of a very yellow boat in a#body of water on a sunny day#but i don't remember what the thing was i just know i thought you meant the halászbàstya (halász is fisherman and bàstya is bastion) which#is this monument on the hill i actually know jackshit about and have no clue how it was connected to that whole sequence in the dream#oH and one more unimportant detail i remember is when we were sitting on the couch i had my phone in my hand and i tried to take a photo of#you with the front camera because i wanted a memory of the whole thing and it wasn't really the situation in which one asks for selfies#together and i was kinda afraid to look at you anyway and i didn't want you to see me taking a photo and idk if you didn't or you just#ignored it?#i don't think you even said anything in that scene it was just like a ghost of you silent stoic and motionless sitting next to me#in conclusion it made zero sense and was highkey weird like feeling-wise?#the dream itself wasn't all that crazy i've had a lot worse sjsj but the vibes were just so so strange and i can't quite put it into words
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Violet fire (Flashback)
A group of young Alarian guys, just past their mid twenties, walked together. A wild redhead, a calm looking blond with glasses, and a wild white haired, freckled one.
They talked of science and engineering, all being from the same class together. Wyrran was going on about thermal systems, when Tan'l, the redhead, nudged him.
"Hey. Wyrr. Don't look now, but I think you have a pair of eyes on you." He snickered, poining across the hallway to an absolutely beautiful young woman with a few of her own friends.
She had soft purple eyes and a fluff of slightly blue hair, and she was looking right at him.
Wyrran felt a blush creep up him and shoved Tan'l. "Hey, come on! She's not interested in me. Shut your mouth."
The blond, Keyto, snorted. "Pfff. Come on. She's been eyeing you for weeks. Heard she's really, really firey. Lowkey a little crazy."
Wyrran shook his head. "Ain't got time for girls. Besides. No one's interested in a nerd like me."
He huffed and started walking on, the two others giving each other a look and shaking their heads.
Dense.
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"Hey."
Wyrran looked up from his book and notes, staring right into a pair of intense purple eyes.
"Hey nerd."
Wyrran tried not to be irritated at the interruption, staring up at her. "Um, yes? I'm studying."
The girl gave him a slightly offended huff, closing his book.
"Hey!"
"C'mon there, egghead. Come out of the pages a while. I want to talk to you." She grinned. "Too busy?"
"Pff. Quit teasing. Girls don't talk to me. Besides. I'm busy." Wyrran huffed, waiting for her to remove her hand from the book so he could find his page.
"I'm talking to you, dummy. Now. I have something to say. You gonna listen or not?"
Wyrran stared up at her lovely royally purple eyes, rolling his diamond ones. "Fine. Make it quick."
Emyyan Tayo was not known for a relaxed or shy disposition. She leaned in, staring him right in the eyes, intense.
"I want to court you." She said firmly.
Wyrran stared at her for a long moment, then started laughing softly. "Me? Come on."
"Yes, Ryfon. You. I. want. You." Emyyan gave him a wild grin. "Now. I'm gonna ask you on a first date, okay?" Emyyan poked him in the shoulder. "The nice little shop near the school, I would like a meal there. I'll pay if you're a coward."
Wyrran was stunned when he realized she was serious."W-what? You... me?? Us??" He blurted out, sputtering.
"See you there tomorrow at lunch." Emyyan grinned, walking away with a flick of her hair.
Wyrran just sat there, watching her walk away. Absolutely stunned.
"What---"
A date? Him? But he wasn't even good looking or charming or buff! All the things that a lady like her would go for in a partner. Him?
She must be playing a joke on him.
--
He sat there, sitting across from her, those intense purple eyes staring right into his soul.
He'd barely touched his food, she'd finished hers.
"So." Emyyan said calmly. "What do you study, eh nerd?"
"Engineering and astronomy. Space-" He stuttered. "Spaceship design."
"Oh. Booooring." She huffed. "Heh. Should have expected that, though. You're boring for such a cute guy."
Wyrran just blinked at her. He couldn't believe the prettiest and most straightforward, firey, absolutely beautiful girl in the entire school had picked him to court.
"I'm studying genetics and experimental stuff. The dangerous new frontiers." Emyyan said proudly. "Stuff like core experiments. You should see the inside of one when its sliced in half."
Wyrran uneasily chuckled, hand going to his core. He wouldn't have the guts to mess with those like that.
"S-sliced...?"
"Yeah. The inside is really neat, like... like... here." She grabbed a pencil and a napkin and drew a large circle. "That's the hard shell." She drew a smaller circle in the middle, and then a bunch of squiggly lines connecting the two. "That's it's heart in the centre, where all the light comes from, where its... brain is. Sorta. And these wiggly bits are the connections between. And then the roots, the conduits grow out from there." She drew some lines out. "We also do tests with them... like with frequencies and stuff. And see how they react to different things. We put one in an animal!" She squeaked excitedly.
Wyrran blinked nervously. She intimidated him. His hand stayed over his heart, an uneasy feeling coming from his core. As if it didn't like the thought of being sliced in half.
"Wow. That's... crazy!" He told her, remembering to try and take another bite of food.
"Sure is. But I'm into it." Emyyan refused to stop staring at him. "Kind of fun."
"Isn't that sort of stuff... frowned upon?" He took a drink.
"Pff. Sort of. But it's a necessary field of science to make progress. I know a lot about cores, space boy." Emyyan grinned. "Did you know they can absolutely grow in nonbiological places?" She leaned forward onto the table. "They can grow with simulated heartbeats. All they need is a steady thing to grow on to. We got one to grow inside a tube." She giggled excitedly.
Wyrran felt more and more uneasy, losing appetite.
"Cores are- are alive! I feel like that would count as- torture." He murmured.
"They- come on. They don't think, dummy." Emyyan snorted. "Sure, they echo the feelings and soul of the one that made them, and the instincts that guide them, but they're not... alive alive. No more really than a tree."
"My mom says plants can have feelings." Wyrran informed her. "She grows all sorts of plants. And she's real good at it, too."
"I'm sure she is." Emyyan said softly, still staring into his eyes.
"Why do you keep... looking at me like that?" Wyrran asked, nervous.
"Because you're hot." Emyyan said frankly. "Very hot."
Wyrran went red as a tomato, freckles vanishing into his blush. "I'm- I'm what??"
"Hot as a gasfire. Smokin." She grinned. "I love your eyes."
Wyrran swallowed, feeling frozen under her gaze.
"So, do you accept my courtship, Ryfon?"
"HhhhhhhhhhhhhhHhh-"
"That's not an answer, really. But I'll take it as a yes." She reached forward and gave him a small touch on the head. "You're my boyfriend now, okay?"
"HHHHHhh-"
"Nice. I'll see you at school tomorrow, Wyrrie!" Emyyan stood up and payed for their food, skipping off happily.
Wyrran sat there staring into space for the next hours.
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Wyrran was practicing his swordfighting in his yard, slicing at and dodging an imaginary opponent, trying to be as light on his feet as possible.
He'd always had a knack for it. His mother was a bit more of a bow and arrow kind of gal, but the first weapon he'd ever summoned had been his sword. And ever since, he'd been determined to learn everything with it. Become as one as he could with it.
He was gracefully dancing about with it, panting slightly with the sensation of light going up his arm.
Every time one of the tiny living particles that made it up died, another would move to take its place in the sword. A steady flow from the centre of him.
Sure made him feel alive.
He'd gone on dozens of dates with Emy, and he was finally comfortable with her. She was straightforward and firey. A little bit nuts. Impulsive.
She had a softer side to her, but it was rarely seen. Emyyan was absolutely infatuated with him, he could see that.
Love was growing in him for her constantly, but goodness, she was... a lot to handle.
"Hey, Wyrrie!" He jumped at the pet name, turning to see that she'd climbed the fence around his mom's house, and was sitting in her tree. "Nice moves! Think you'd be that good in a bed?" She laughed loudly, jumping out of the tree and walking over to him.
He couldn't help but wonder what weapon she was good with. He stared as she approached, red coming to his face at her... suggestion.
"Dunno." He shrugged. "How's it going, Em?" He asked.
"Very good. You practicing, hmm?" Em put a finger on the edge of the sword, running a finger down it with a flirtatious look in her eyes. "Wanna spar with me, Wy?"
Now this was something he could beat her at, surely. He was pretty good with his sword. The late twenties Wyrran gave her a grin.
"You're on."
"Cool. One thing first." Emyyan leaned in, hand on his sword. "I wanna add in a wager. I win... we finish our courtship. Thzkehz. We bond." She grinned.
Wyrran went red, eyes widening. "Hh??! Already? We've only been... dating for about two years! You want to-"
"What, not confident with your fancy butter knife? Think you can't beat a girl?" Emy teased, running her hand on the blade to the point where it cut her a little. She hummed softly, looking down at the cut on her hand, blood beginning to leak from it.
Wyrran just stared into those amethyst eyes, and then nodded. "Fine. I'll show you what I'm made of, Em. Get ready for a fight." He got into his fighting stance, ready.
Emyyan bunched her cut hand into a fist, light zipping up into it, causing a confident and fast heal. She smiled and wiggled it, barely fazed by the blood. "Challenge has been accepted, then. I'll try not to hurt you."
She held out her hands and summoned a long pole, blades on either side of it, getting into her own stance. She stared him right in the eyes. "You go first, Wyrrie."
He stared at her for a moment, and then went in for a slice, dancing light on his feet. She blocked the blow with her pole, spinning it to block his sword and catching him on his arm with a blade. He winced and backed up immediately, pulling up a shield. She went for him, stabbing with one end of the pole for him. He brought up the sword to block it, moving to hit her with the shield.
She stopped her shield with his hand and kicked him in one of his legs, immediately hitting him with a blunt edge of her pole.
Wyrran hissed in pain and went for a second sword instead of the shield.
They fought back and forth for a while, dancing here and there around the yard, using everything and anything as a part of it. It got pretty intense, and Wyrran had several slices in his shirt, a few of which were bleeding.
He'd only actually hit her twice.
He was panting when she ran for him again, and he took a deep breath, deciding to use something else he was practicing. As she ran at him, he focused energy through his whole body... and just barely managed to teleport. She let out a surprised yelp when he disappeared from in front of her. He hadn't have gone far.
She turned around to see him slicing for her, trying to get a hit off so he could knock her over and win.
She disappeared before he could touch her and a heartbeat later he was on the ground, and she stuck the end of the pole just brushing against the core connection on his spine, where it hit his nervous system.
A spot that if sliced would be very bad. And was considered a little dangerous to be putting weapons near.
He shuddered, swords vanishing. "Em! Holy-"
She pushed it slightly, just slightly into his back, not enough to even go through the skin, but enough that he cried out slightly.
"I win. That means I win."
Wyrran held still, actually terrified. He'd agreed to this. And now...
He swallowed heavily, still frozen under her.
Wyrran had to marry her completely. The act of binding their souls together.
"You fold, Wyrrie?" She asked, voice triumphant. "I've been waiting for this. I wanted you the moment I saw you. Now. Get up." She nudged the spot again, getting a distressed squeak from him, before stepping off of him and letting her pole go.
It took him a moment to recover physically from that poke, standing shakily up. He wasn't ready for this. Courting was one thing... bondage?
Terrified wasn't even close to the feeling in his chest.
He looked over at her, a hand over his slightly shaken, distressed core.
He could feel it shivering inside him from that poke. He gripped at his chest, staring up at her eyes from where he stood, half crouched. "Em... I don't know if-"
Emyyan took a step forward, putting a hand on his chin and forcing him to look up at her.
"Not going back on our wager, are you, Ryfon?" She asked, a serious look in her eyes. "That'd be pretty dishonest of you." She sounded hurt.
Wyrran was just a scared young man, staring into her eyes. Could he say no? He could, right? It was his choice too. He could.
But he... had agreed.
"N-no. We had a deal. You win, we bind."
He couldn't tear his eyes from her.
She smiled warmly. "Oh, wonderful. I can't wait. Shall we?"
"Wh- what about your family's permission? The ceremony?" He sputtered. "Now?"
Emyyan shook her head. "As if I respect my deadbeat of a dad enough to ask his permission to marry the man I love. Besides. We just fought. And I won. That was the ceremony, as far as I'm concerned. I'm ready, Wyrrie." She pulled him in and kissed him.
Eito, she was hot. And sassy.
Wyrran chuckled a little, even if this filled him with butterflies. He was... well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious.
He let her drag him away into the house, knowing his mom wasn't home right now.
This... this was it.
The woman he was going to spend his life with.
Wyrran would give his all for her.
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"Are you working on that dumb spaceship again?" Wyrran looked up from his sketches and design ideas to see Emyyan there, an annoyed look on her face.
He ducked a little. "Uh... yes?" He gave her a small smile. "I told you Em, it's my dream. To fly."
She rolled her eyes and sat across from him. "Huh. Well. I think you should get your head out of the stars, hun. And focus on this. We're married. Remember?"
Wyrran blinked at her. "I- I know. But... I can't help it. The stars call to me. Always have." He held up the sketch he'd made of an egg shaped ship. "See? It's going to have....probably three engines. And... plenty of room for a whole family, when we start one up. I mean, not that we haven't been trying, anyway. But once it happens. We can all fly together!"
Emyyan looked annoyed. "I don't want to leave. I like it just fine on the ground." She huffed. "I don't want to go careening through the empty void. There's nothing but danger and terror and empty, vast, boring wastes out there. What even is so exciting?"
"Adventure. Intrigue. It's beautiful out there... and I promise I'll show you the beauty." Wyrran assured her gently.
Emyyan stared at the sketch in his hands, dubious at best. "Huh. Well. Besides that, there's something I want to tell you. Get over here, babe."
Wyrran nodded and walked over to her, and she stood, grabbing his hands. Their eyes met.
He blushed, staring warmly at her. A year and a half ago now, they'd binded. Sealed it. He adored her.
He leaned in and gave her a kiss, and she giggled.
Emyyan leaned forward, staring intently into his eyes. She pressed both his hands against her lower body. "We've been trying... hard. And we did it. Finally. I started... I started feeling it a little while ago. I'm at the very least a month or so in."
Her eyes widened, filled with excitement and warmth.
"I'm with child, Wyrran." She said it warmly, eyes staring into his soul.
Wyrran's jaw dropped open. He stared at her in disbelief, hands pressing softly against her for a moment, and then he felt a little lightheaded when it hit him.
"Hhhh???" He made confused and startled noises, and then stumbled back a bit. "You're- you're- Ohhhhh. Oh boy. Oh-" He had to lean against the wall, trying not to fall over. "Oh. Oh Ralin. Oh boy."
"Don't hyperventilate, dear." She giggled, watching him sort of fold into himself. "Breathe, okay?"
He started laughing breathily, weakly. "Oh my gosh I'm going to- I'm going to be a dad! I'm a father! I--- ohhh my head." Wyrran looked up at her, standing there. "Em... you feel okay? No... no hiccups yet?"
"I got a few this morning. That's when I decided to tell you." She smiled. "You know what this means? It means we have to stay."
He blinked, confused. "Huh?"
"We have to stay on Alar. You wouldn't seriously take a little baby to space." She said it like it was certain.
Wyrran straightened slightly, even still feeling lightheaded. "Well, by the time we get the ship built and ready, the little one would be more than old enough. I'm only just starting build-" He paused.
"You've-- you've started?" Emyyan sounded ticked. "Are you kidding me?" She stomped a foot. "Wyrran! I said I don't want to go to space! I said you choose it or me!"
Wyrran shrunk under her gaze. He'd started work on the ship without telling her a month into their marriage, actually. He had several designs in mind... but had pretty much narrowed down what he wanted at that point. "Uhhhh... Emmie?"
"Don't you Emmie me. Where is it. Where are you hiding that stupid metal death machine?" She glared. "I'll have some people come and scrap it."
"No! Why would you do that? It's- it's my life's dream and you know it!" Wyrran yelled back. "Don't, please! I- I'm working so hard on this because... even if I don't fly with you, I still want to go some day! Please, Em, don't take it away from me. Please." The joy of the moment was ruined, replaced by indignation.
He so rarely fought back about anything, but this... this was something he was serious about.
"Wyrr. It's time to let the dream go. It's just not for us. This is what you need to focus on." Her hand went over her belly. She wasn't even showing yet. The little one was still so small... He stared down and then back up at her. "Like I said. Choose that-" She gestured to the drawings of space and machines and ships. "Or this." She gestured to herself. "Because I am not going to space. You have about ten months to think about it." Emyyan turned and walked off, still mift at him.
"Oh boy." Wyrran whispered to himself, half collapsing against the wall.
What would mom do?
He... he was going to be a father.
That scared him.
--
He winced as the door slammed practically in his face. He opened it again and watched her leave, not even looking back at him.
She was leaving to live at her old place.
The yelling, the screaming, she'd thrown things at him.
He blamed it half on the hormones, really.
"I hate your stupid ship! And I hate you! And- and- and I hate this child!" She had yelled. "You're stubborn and stupid and I can't believe I ever fell in love with you! I don't want anything to do with you ever again, Wyrran Ryfon!"
And that was it.
She just left. He watched her from the door, tears streaming down his cheeks. He'd messed it all up. He'd ruined it. She would never forgive him after this, for sure.
Rubbing at the spot on his face where she had slapped him... hard, he closed the door and moved to sit down at the table.
Why was it... so hard...?
He curled in on himself, crying. He'd clean up the mess later.
--
The letter came only a week later.
He had to force himself to open it. It was addressed from Emyyan Tayo. Not Ryfon.
He sighed and settled in his chair to read it.
To whom it concerns:
Yes, Wyrran, that means you,
As far as I'm concerned, we are no longer bonded. No longer married. From now on, we live apart as strangers. You are not to talk to me. Or approach me. Understand? I do NOT want you. Knowing you, you'll be blaming yourself for this.
Good.
It is your fault.
Now, as for our unborn child.
I do not want it.
As soon as it is born, it's yours. I no longer care about it, about you, about your stupid dream. You refused to let it go when I pleaded, begged. I just wanted a life with you. And you couldn't even give me that.
So in nine months, it will be the last time I expect to ever interact with you.
They give you the kid.
You leave.
Never, ever try and come after me.
I'll-
There were some scribbles on that part. They ran down a couple lines, as if she'd changed her mind a few times.
Just don't. I can't take it.
Be at the healing centre when they call you. I'll have that taken care of so I never have to worry about any of it again.
Goodbye.
- Emyyan Tayo
And that was all that he had left of her.
Wyrran put the letter down, hands shaking.
He was sobbing.
He'd ruined his whole chance with her, and for a stupid ship.
He summoned his sword and drove it into the table with a frustrated curse, the wood splintering.
Wyrran immediately regretted it. That was the table he'd grown up at.
He let out a distressd, long wail and collapsed back into the chair, curling in on himself, shaking with anger and fear and... and brokenness.
He was a stupid fool.
And he had only one thing left.
This child.
He would...
Wyrran would give his all for that child.
All he had left in him.
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tj-and-cyrus · 5 years
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what’s in a name?
aka: instead of finishing a tarty fic, i accidentally wrote tyrus in one sitting because i had an idea and if i didn’t write it down i would Die Immediately.
AO3
Summary: Cyrus gets a call in the middle of the night from someone he doesn't recognize.
“...And who’s this?”
“The name’s James.”
Cyrus squinted at the clock on his nightstand “Okay…James, can I ask you why you’re calling me at three in the morning?” The boy on the other end of the phone swallowed audibly, and Cyrus made a face.
“I…might…have…feelingsforyou.” James spat out, stumbling over his words at every turn. Cyrus shifted around on his bed, frowning at the moonlight that glared right in his eyes throw his bedroom window. He blinked, trying to process this.
Some poor kid was crushing hard on a boy, and probably couldn’t sleep with everything going through his head, and it being a school night probably made it worse. So, rather than mulling and feeling anxious, he gets up at three in the morning to call said crush and confess his feelings. Cyrus didn’t judge him, almost everyone he knew made bold decisions while high off their own emotions.
He combed through his thoughts for a moment, trying to say something that wouldn’t upset the poor guy. Unfortunately what came out of his mouth was:
“I don’t really know you, I’m sorry. Who is this again?”
What the hell was that?!
“Eh, it’s fine,” James yawned, and Cyrus heard him moving around his room on the other end. “I should be getting some sleep anyways. Thanks for picking up, I guess. Man, I really shouldn’t do this while I’m stressed out from homework at… Christ, is it that late already? I have a game tomorrow. Shit.”
He’s trying to change the subject, I fucked up.
“Oh, cool! Do you play for the Jefferson basketball team?” Cyrus’ face went blank for a moment, his sleep-deprived brain struggling to piece together sentences like a normal human being. “I mean, assuming you go to my school that is, I don’t know where else you would have seen me.”
“No,”
Any longer in this conversation, and I’ll start sweating from anxiety. Awesome.
“— I play for the Otters…the Space Otters! You know, the Ultimate team?” James said cheerfully.
“Oh. Well, I’ve heard you guys are pretty good! I have a friend on the team.” Cyrus twisted his sheets around his finger, and James laughed rather awkwardly. “Are you feeling okay now? You sounded kind of upset before I asked who was calling me, you seem to be going through a lot.”
You sound like your parents!
“Yeah, I guess. School’s been kinda hard, I— I don’t know, I’ve only ever talked to one person about it.”
“Hm. Well, if that’s all you wanna say, that’s cool. I’m not the best with advice anyways.”
Why are you lying to him?
“I might call tomorrow or something, I don’t know. I’m sorry for bothering you.” James’ voice broke, and Cyrus’ heart went along with it.
“Don’t apologize!” Cyrus blurted. “You can call me at any time, I promise I’ll pick up.” He smiled softly, but mostly to himself, because James couldn’t see him right now.
“Hey Cyrus?”
“Yeah?”
The boy was very clearly crying now, or at least he was close to. His voice was wobbling up and down as he spoke, as if he was trying hard not to cry, but was about two seconds away from giving up. “Thanks for listening to me. I hope this didn’t ruining anything between us.” The low tone sounded through the phone speaker, and he knew James had hung up without waiting for a response.
Cyrus turned over and slammed his face straight into his pillow.
What a mess. Ughhhh. I’m usually so articulate!
He lifted his head up and unlocked his phone again to check his notifications. Usually he had a few from the Good Hair Crew’s group chat, (which Cyrus had set as the permanent name, much to the girls’ dismay,) but he was too tired to read through thirty-seven messages that probably weren’t important.
However, when he did open the app, he was reminded that the last person he had sent a text to was TJ Kippen. None of his friends were quite ready to invite him into their silly little group chats, but Cyrus texted him enough to make up for it, for sure.
He checked his calls. He hadn’t missed any, that was good.
Call at 3:14 AM: 747-393-8572
Would you like to start a conversation with 747-393-8572?
[ yes ]                                       [ no ]
Cyrus selected ‘ no ’ almost immediately, opting to create a contact for him instead, in case he followed through on his promise to call again.
New Contact:
[First Name:]   James       [Last Name:]  ???
- plays for the space otters team!
- lowkey crushing on me? hh??
- how does he know me?
But I don’t even know you.
Cyrus shut off his phone and set it back on his nightstand. He fell asleep a moment later, with those words ringing in his ears.
“Hey, Underdog!” Cyrus stifled a giggle over TJ’s stupid nickname. As much as he hated (but secretly liked) to admit it, it had stuck between the two of them. This whole nicknames thing.
“Hey!” Cyrus called out in response, and waited until TJ reached his side so they could walk to class next to each other. “This might sound weird, but this random kid called me in the middle of the night, or morning I guess, and apparently he goes to our school.”
“What did he say?”
“I think he just called to say he has feelings for me. I don’t even know him, it was kind of weird. But I’m glad I helped him sort his feelings out at…three a.m. I don’t even know if I have feelings for anyone right now, I’m pretty inexperienced with all this stuff. I hope I said the right things.”
TJ shook his head and laughed through his teeth, and then switched the conversation. Cyrus caught it, but didn’t say anything.
“Dude, the homework last night was such shit. I lost so much sleep over it, I’m fucking exhausted.” TJ rubbed at his eyes and yawned.
“I don’t even know anyone names James. I mean— shit, sorry— tell me about it, it took forever to get done.” Cyrus agreed, gripping the straps on his backpack anxiously.
“I don’t even think I finished mine.”
Cyrus’ brow furrowed, but he tried his best not to look disappointed in him. “TJ, we talked about this.”
“I know, I know. I’ve just had a lot going on lately, what’s one more zero on my report card?” TJ asked, but he knew it was a stupid question.
“Like, a lot, actually. We’re almost at the end of the semester, I kinda worry about your grades,” Cyrus laughed, but he wasn’t joking my any means.
“What are you, my parents?” TJ asked rhetorically, and got nervous when he saw Cyrus’ expression fall. “Sorry— you know what I meant. I don’t think the teacher can hate me any more than she already does.” When Cyrus still looked worried, he added “Plus, I have a B-minus in the class right now. If the semester’s almost over, all I have to do is make sure it doesn’t drop below a C, I’ll still be passing.”
Cyrus sighed, and TJ tried his best to pretend it didn’t hurt.
“Kippen,” the teacher began flatly when she reached his desk. “This is the second week in a row you haven’t been turning in your homework. Or actually completing it, I assume. At this point, you’re rather lucky to be doing well on your actual class work assignments, they’re the only thing keeping your grade afloat.”
Cyrus raised an eyebrow at this.
TJ turned a dark shade of red as he felt the stares of a million kids burn into the back of his skull. “What? But I turned it in all of last week!”
The teacher peered down at her clipboard checklist over the rims of her old 70’s-something-looking glasses. “I’m afraid Mr. Goodman here turning in your homework for you while you were ‘out sick’ doesn’t qualify for you actually doing the work, Mr. Kippen.”
Both of the boys’ eyes shifted back down to their desks in embarrassment, and the teacher collected Cyrus’ homework, marking an ‘X’ through TJ’s name on the list. She announced that “last night’s homework will be graded by your peers, to take away some of the difficulty of entering all these end-of-the-semester grades”.
Cyrus was about to ask Gus to trade homework with him, since Jonah was absent at a therapy appointment for the period; when TJ slapped a pile of papers down of his desk. Cyrus looked through it, and it was all of his homework for the past month, completed, but untouched by the teacher’s pen markings.
“What? You did the homework?! TJ, what the fuck!” Cyrus exclaimed, struggling to keep his voice low, even over the ambient chatter of other students’ voices.
“What’s the point?” TJ groaned. “I would have gotten everything wrong anyways.”
“You don’t know that!” Cyrus reminded him, still a little hysterical. “I thought your tutor was helping you!”
“I don’t have one, I only said that so you didn’t have to watch me fuck up every day after school for the whole semester.”
“But…I… that’s…TJ! Why did you wait to tell me until just now?”
TJ brushed it off rather immaturely, and shrugged. “Don’t know, just been feeling a little risky lately.” Cyrus was immediately terrified of the several implications of that sentence; but TJ had slid the top paper in his stack of homework onto Cyrus’ desk, and stuffed the rest in the recycling bin near the classroom’s doorway.
“Okay, uh…what’s your answer for the first question?” Cyrus asked, once TJ sat back down in his squeaky metal chair.
“Forty-five point six.” TJ replied, without looking up from his phone, which he hid on the inside of his desk from the teacher’s view.
“Really? Because the correct answer isn’t even close to that, and your paper says something else—“
“Yeah, Cyrus! No shit! I haven’t had above a C in this class all semester, everything on that paper is so fucking incoherent to me at this point, I’ve given up. And you can’t try and fix me anymore, alright? So just, please , leave me the fuck alone!”
All Cyrus did in response as TJ stormed out of the classroom, was blink rapidly to keep tears from inevitably forming in his eyes.
What was that?
He’s never been that...sudden.
“Would you like to accompany him, Mr. Goodman?” He heard the teacher ask him from the back of the room where she sat. Cyrus nodded.
“Yeah I just— give me second.” His gaze fell on the recycling bin, now filled almost solely with TJ’s math homework. Most were crumpled up in some form, except for the ones Cyrus had helped him work on after school. Cyrus held the previous night’s assignment in his hands.
Several questions had been erased and redone several times, some were covered in numbers that overlapped, and a couple were scratched out entirely, in ugly dark led that tore into the paper. Cyrus looked back at all the papers in the bin, and they were all in the same general condition.
And on the top of every single paper, it read ‘Tyler James Kippen.’
Oh no.
Oh my god, no.
Cyrus stared at the name until tears blurred the words out, and he felt them start to fall.
He doesn’t like you, he doesn’t even know who you are yet. Because you didn’t tell him! You lied! You lied so much. You’re awful, do you know that?
TJ ran his shaking hands through his hair. He’d been crying for a good twenty minutes, still unsure of why he was so stressed and emotional over a stupid crush. It was already eleven, somehow, and he had skipped dinner with his parents to shut himself inside his room like the loser he was. He turned to his bedroom door when he heard a knock, and Amber walked in, looking concerned.
“Hey. I heard the door slam shut when you got home earlier, but I wanted to wait until you were feeling a little…” TJ scrubbed his swollen eyes and glared at her through them. “...better.” 
TJ didn’t look up at her, until she shoved something in front of him. “You can use my phone again, if you plan on calling him tonight.”
“How d—”
“I know you stole it yesterday.” She sighed, and set it down on the bed next to him. TJ stared at the phone, like it would shock him if he touched it. Amber tried to change the subject. “How’d the game go today? Did you guys get crushed by the Raptors again?”
“Shut up,” TJ sniffed, but smiled at her through his drying tears. “And I skipped. I’ve probably got a million texts and calls from the team, I promised I wouldn’t miss this one. Well, after I got suspended for failing class. I don’t think coach would let me play anyways.” He put his head in his hands before continuing. “God, I fucked up today, Amber. I really did. I think Cyrus hates me.”
“Well, you don’t have to tell me what happened today, then. But there is someone you should be be calling right now. She tapped on the dark phone screen, and TJ stared at it for a good minute before picking it up and dialing Cyrus’ number.
He drew in a deep breath, and pressed “ call ”.
Why are you lying to him?
Why did you have to pretend?
“Oh thank god, he picked up. Uh— hey, Cyrus. It’s uh…it’s TJ. I know you probably don’t want to hear from me right now, but can we talk for a second? Like, in person? I’m uh. I’m outside you house. Amber drove me here. Please answer the door.”
The line went dead, and Cyrus bolted upright from his couch.
“You look…upset.”
“Nothing gets past you, Cyrus.” Tyler James Kippen himself stood on the Goodmans’ porch in a gray shirt and patterned pajama pants, with a dark teal flannel thrown over it. His sister, Amber, stood behind him, looking just as tired and disheveled. But she was smiling at him, and shoved him closer to Cyrus’ open doorway.
“Are...you mad at me, TJ?” Was the first thing he managed to ask.
Unfortunate.
TJ shook his head, which was full of far too many things to comprehend right then. “What?”
“From class today. Was it something I said?”
“God damn it, Cyrus, I like you!” TJ almost shouted, but was quick to stop himself from waking the whole neighborhood with his confession. Amber chuckled from the porch steps, and stopped when TJ shot her a look.
“I’ll…go wait…in the car.” She covered her mouth with a hand to hide her growing smile.
“Oh, yeah…that.” Cyrus continued after Amber had shut the car door.
“Did you know it was me? I thought it was kind of obvious. I’m a pretty awful liar.”
“I didn’t until I saw your papers in the trash can,” Cyrus replied. TJ stared at the ground and nodded. “You write your full name on them, you’re such a dork.” He added.
Cyrus suddenly surprised all three of them, including himself, when he pulled the taller boy in and kissed him. He noticed TJ’s wide eyes when they broke apart.
Amber tried not to smile like an idiot at her brother, who had fallen for this absolute nerd . She turned away and acted like it was none of her business so TJ wouldn’t be pissed off.
Now it was TJ’s turn to smile and lean in for another. Cyrus happily accepted, and wrapped his hands around the back of the boy’s neck, angling their lips to fit perfectly. When he pulled back to breathe at last, Cyrus ran a hand through TJ’s hair. It was much softer after the gel had been washed out of it.
“Hmm. I think I like it better like this,” Cyrus hummed in his ear.
“I’ll be sure to wear it like this more often, then,” TJ whispered back, and rested his head on the shorter boy’s shoulder. “I’m tired, Underdog. I think I used up a month’s worth of emotion in these two days alone. I’m burned out. Can I stay at your house?”
“My parents are already asleep,” Cyrus reminded him, and gestured to their bedroom upstairs and down the hall, where his mom was snoring loudly. “Maybe tomorrow, though?”
“Ughhhhh.” TJ groaned, and turned to look back at Amber, who smiled and waved innocently from the car window at the pair. “I’ve gotten like two hours of sleep in the past two days.”
“Go and fix that then, I’ll see you again tomorrow, Kippen.” Cyrus said, and moved TJ towards the porch steps. He kissed him quickly, one more time, and TJ stooped down the stairs as slowly as possible. When he reached Amber, he sat in the backseat on the driver’s side, so he could blow Cyrus a kiss from the window. Amber reached behind her seat to smack him, but TJ was lost in his own his thoughts. He was totally in love with Cyrus Goodman.
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[First Name:]   TJ     [Last Name:]  Kippen
plays for the jefferson high basketball team
my boyfriend??? :)
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lc-39a · 5 years
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this or that: beck
can’t believe i’m doing this again @kittyandco
nose kisses or forehead kisses?
forehead definitely. he’s into the Drama
neck kisses or thigh kisses?
same as last time,, my thighs are mega ugly and getting my neck kissed is my weakness akdkfkdkd
heavy, hot, and passionate kisses or soft, sweet, and tender kisses?
oh god probably both. him pretending to love me would be really soft but him being really possessive would be intense
spooning or one person laying their head on the other’s chest?
hh i wanna put my head on his chest so bad it’s so. Broad
hugs from behind or hugs from the front?
both?? he would be so dramatic with hugging me. from behind would be nice tho.. with my head on his chest tucked right under his chin.. his arms and cape kinda wrapping me up.... fuck i gotta cut off this thought H
“pancake” or “waffle” hand-holding?
he would love to play with my hands so like. waffle...
romantic dinners at fancy restaurants or take out dinners on the couch?
this drama king would take me pretty places despite my insistence that i hate dressing up akdkkfkd
constantly bragging about dating each other or keeping the relationship relatively secretive?
he would talk about me All The Time. bc as i said: dramatic. does he mean any of it?? ehh probably not
playing with each others’ hair or giving each other back massages?
i think he would love grabbing me by the hair and god knows i would love to pat his so. yeah
constantly saying “i love you” or only say “i love you” during really serious/romantic moments?
both probably. drama
calling each other by their names, plain and simple, or calling each other really flowery pet names?
he would call me pet names in any and all contexts but i would call him just “beck”
constantly hanging off of each other or keeping a tame distance in public?
i bet he would lowkey hold onto me at all times if we were out and also if he were playing mysterio, he would be very affectionate
stay at home dates or out on the town dates?
like the restaurant one, he would take me places! despite me saying it isn’t necessary.
honeymoon at disney world or honeymoon on an island? / formal/fancy wedding or casual wedding? / kids or no kids?
he doesn’t love me like that so. y’know. and i’d be an awful mother
love at first sight or slow burn?
him pretending to be mysterio would be at first sight, me knowing him beforehand would be like. slow burn but only because i’m stupid and oblivious and kinda afraid
cuddle in bed or need their space to sleep?
he would def hold me at night regardless, but i move a lot so good luck holding onto me
gifting love letters/poems or gifting flowers?
both bc drama
value anniversaries/important relationship dates or nah?
mm no. as mysterio, he would play the character as someone who probably remembers every date but i don’t think he would need to stretch the lie that long!
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jjeehoon · 6 years
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bf!jihoon
bc jenhoon isn’t a thing. for @onlyjihoons wynaut b
also are my gif making skills getting better yet pls help me 
under the cut bc it’s actually quite long oops
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cute relationship tbh
remember when he confessed to you??? i sure do
i don’t recall that you’ve ever talked to each other before then? ok maybe once or twice but probably because his friends were buddy buddy with you
so he decided to buddy buddy along 
they had found out he liked you but they kept it a secret bc they were good friends aww get me some friends like that
they started to hang out with you more for his benefit bUT they were able to keep their scheme lowkey because it was a new (and your last) semester and all of them were in a lot of your classes
o lord when it was midterms jihoon couldn’t take it anymore
on the day before like,,, a long weekend or smth he was like “daM y/n i like you” and he put up a print out of a lot of your favourite memes on your locker
let’s just say that he liked the same memes as you did bc dorm jihoon lol
and then you fell for it
maybe you didn’t like him before, maybe you didn’t see him that way before, but Damn!
once you saw “hi welcome to chili’s” you immediately fell for him my goodness
rip vine pls rebirth soon
both of your meme loving asses brought those references into your relationship
you: (driving)
jihoon: road work ahead? i sure hope it does! 
hsdfjsd i’m sorry that’s just really funny,,, it’s my favourite vine
lots of hanging out at home
mostly at your house bc 1. there’s better food and 2. woojin’s not there
since you’re the talented and wonderful (y/n) you are, karaoke with him is sO fun
singing bangtan songs and knowing the lyrics by heart ugh i love this pair of armys
speaking of singing,,, because of your talent you got into the same arts university as jihoon 
lucky u with your scholarship lol
idk the people in your class just automatically ship you and jihoon together
“eyy you’re like,,, jihoon’s s/o right”
“sure you can call me that (even though i clearly have a name xd!)”
“that’s so cute he tells everyone about you!! like yesterday he just threw up a bunch of words onto our friend group saying how much he loves your smile”
hM that was weird because he never told you that he liked your smile (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง
turns out that he was too shy
No I Am Not Going To Become Soft For Him
yeah he seems outgoing and all when you’re around him but things like complimenting you just make him feel flustered djflskjfljs
so when he did say that he liked your smile he turned all re d and he covered his face and hid his smile u h hh like when he does jeojang
so then the teasing begins
“oh yeah i heard from so-and-so that you told like the whole campus that you liked my smile”
“GUH”
“why didn’t you tell me this earlier huh ┬┴┬┴┤ ͜ʖ ͡°) ├┬┴┬┴“
so then he can’t respond right
you take him in to give him a BI I I I IIG hug and you like ruffle his hair or something with affection
after all the teasing you thank him for the compliment and you say “uhh yeah don’t be shy to compliment me (altho my self-depreciating ass won’t take it lol) or anyone in general bc i’ll do the same boo”
it’s really cute
he thinks you’re cute
you think he’s cute
we think you guys are cute 
everything’s cute in this world ok (i’m exaggerating PLEASe don’t take me seriously) 
OK NO IT’S STORYTIME B O I
so you and jihoon are like,,, sitting there and watching uhhh wanna one go i guess lol
then literally 30% of the pd101 trainees come swooping in with balloons and cake and you’re just like “what”
jihoon was also like “what”
“happy birthday boyz” haknyeon goes to say hahshjdajk pls understand that joke
“but mr. joo it’s not either of our birthdays-”
“it’s your relationship’s birthday you dummy xd”
wow you both couldn’t remember your anniversary but 30% of 101 trainees remembered for you 
friendship goals ammiright that’s just a little bit over 30 trainees
like maybe a part of a trainee came in?? their legs just come in and idk
so you all just sit there watching wanna one go with 6 cakes and balloons scattered all over your house
jihoon turns off the tv all of a sudden and then y’all go “huh”
“let’s play truth or dare xD” jihoon suggests and the crowd of boys behind you just go “oooOooooOoOOOh”
you have absolutely no luck since there was both ong seongwoo AND yoon jisung within the group of trainees who remembered your damn anniversary
and yes
seongwoo got the pleasure to ask you first
“ayy (y/n) truth or dare”
“truth??”
“after jihoon telling everyone that he loves your smile, what do you think about telling everyone about his smile? do you love his smile?”
“bih is that a question,,, the answer is obviously that it’s frucking adorable ;;;;;;;;-;;;;;;;;”
if you hear that someone disagrees you’re gonna kick them to tomorrow night
a lot of cooing happened when you said that it was “frucking adorable”
jihoon turned into another blushing mess im
you thought things were done with you lmao there were 32 people in your living room this truth or dare game is gonna go on for ages my next turn won’t even come til morning
nOpe the started attacking you with questions
fun fun fun fun f u n !1!
and then the legendary summoner comes in
k a n g  d o n g h o
ok y’all might think he’s innocent like “o he’s such a dad look how cute he is”
buT he’s actually a wild man i’m cryinhfn
still cute tho don’t deny it
“(y/n) truth or dare”
“o my goodness not you too baekho”
so you go with dare???
“i dare you to kiss jihoon”
h o o o ooho o ohohoho 
did i mention that earlier woojin asked if y’all had your first kiss yet and you were like “uhhh no”
cLAPS RAPIDLY
and you’re just there panting and dying on the carpeted floor while all of the 30% were just screaming and chanting 
jihoon x (y/n) cult confirmed
so jihoon busts in and he’s going all “bih i didn’t sign up for this”
EVERYONE pulls out their own argument and tries to persuade jihoon into doing it
you’re also in the middle of being persuaded
rip
while you’re there, kind of dying on the floor,,, there was this bigass cENTIPEDE?? COMING YOUR WAY???
you’re suddenly jumping up and stuff and you aCCIDENTALLY step on jihoon’s foot 
oop
now you aren’t a very heavy person, but you were wearing your sneakers inside (i do not approve as someone who grew up in an asian household insert angry face here) and he wasn’t (i also don’t approve bc he only took them off as you aren’t the biggest fan of his jordans another angry face)
“oshitoshitoshit jihoon r u ok” 
“i’m good i’m goodjglfjg”
and then out of nowhere you kiss him on the cheek h o o o 
the crowd goes WILD!
and then minhyun’s sitting beside dongho just shaking his head like,,, “no that’s not good enough”
everyone looks at him after they calmed down and they aGREE 
“do you want me to like,,”
“kiss him on the lips?” minhyun nods. “yes.”
“i h8 y’all”
so you lean in for the peck !!!
THE CROWD GOES WILD AGAIN 
and jihoon??? through all this he’s embarrassed again
“ok jihoon i did it can you gladly kill that centipede for me now aha”
and then he tries looking for it while his face is pink
pink sausage here!
but he can’t find it so like,,, yeah
you kissed him tho that was your first kiss with him sjdfjlkgjldf
to this day you haven’t seen that centipede once but you thank it everyday for helping you guys step up your relationship 
lol
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