#sorry this took so long to post cause of college work :P

[emilykat-artblog18]

Tillie’s Travels: Far From Port

(chapter 4)

.:: Tug O’ War ::.

Petra looked up at Tillie’s stack and saw that a lot of steam was dispersing from it. Rather concerned, she asked, “Your stack’s smoking up a lot, is your engine overheating?”

Tillie immediately pulled herself to a halt. “Huh, oh that? It’s nothing to worry about Petra, whenever us steam tugs move fast, a lot of steam puffs out of our stacks. It’s normal.” Tillie explained.

"Ah, I thought it was smoke! The tugboats around here don't blow smog that much, it’s an… interesting feature you have I suppose."

Petra replied, relieved that nothing was wrong about Tillie but wasn’t sure if she’d get used to it, "Anyways, what are you going to do now that you're fixed up, Tillie?"

Tillie pondered for a moment, "I was thinking of going home but… come to think of it… I have no idea how far my home is. If I go out in the open ocean again I might end up getting lost out there.” As much as she wanted to go back to Bigg City Port she had absolutely no idea how she’d get back.

"Oh… well, where is your home located? I can look it up and then send you directions on how to get there." Petra offered, rather a little disappointed to hear that Tillie wanted to leave so soon.

"I said before that I'm from Bigg City Port, I believe it’s down south from here." Tillie responded.

"Alright, I'll go talk to the HarborMaster." Petra said as her radio signals beeped for communication.

"Hello!" Hank suddenly came over after his first job and wanted to see what the two boats were up to.

"How's it going? I see that Tillie is back in the water from repairs!" He beamed.

"Wanna join me and Theodore in a game of Tug O’ War?!"

"I’m afraid Tillie hasn’t the time to play Tug O’ War, Hank. She’s about to be leaving back to her home soon." Petra explained as she waited for the Harbor Master to respond. Hank was disappointed.

"Aw, so soon? But you haven't seen all of The Big Harbor yet!" Hank whined as he looked towards Tillie.

"Well Hank, Tillie has a place to return to. Besides, it's not like she's leaving forever, maybe she’ll come back and play with you two then." Petra replied as she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"Tug O’ War?" Tillie queried, "Is that a game?"

"It’s a fun game! Ever heard of it?" Hank smiled.

"I’ve never heard of it until now. How do you play it?"

"You just take your tow rope, attach it to the other tug, use a buoy to mark the middle of the rope-me and Theodore usually use Bedford, and then you try to pull the other tug past the buoy! It’s great fun." Hank explained as he puffed rings of smoke from his stack in excitement.

"It does certainly sound like fun, I would like to have a go at it." Tillie cheered enthusiastically.

As much as she wanted to go back to Bigg City Port, Tillie figured she could hang out at the Big Harbor for just a little longer.

“Great, let's go out to Bedford, I can race you there.” And with that, Hank sped away startling Tillie, “Wait for me!” she called and chased after Hank.

Before Petra could stop her, finally the Harbor Master picked up. “Hello? Yes, can you send me directions on how to get to Bigg City Port?”

Meanwhile, Hank and Tillie were racing all the way to Bedford Buoy, Theodore was already there, ready and raring to play Tug O’ War.

Hank and Tillie rushed over to Theodore, he was glad to see them.

“I was wondering if she was able to play with us, what took you guys so long?” asked Theodore, waiting patiently for them.

“Hank was just explaining to me the rules of Tug O War.” replied Tillie feeling very excited about this.

“Ah so you have the jist for how to play Tug O’ war?” Theodore asked,

“I believe it’s about having to tie a towrope on your end, attach it to another tug, look for a marker to spot in the middle and then try to pull past the marker spot to win!” answered Tillie.

“Yup, that’s correct! So shall we play?” Inquired Hank looking to Tillie’s direction

“Let’s play!”

“Wonderful!” exclaimed Theodore. Tillie was very eager to play so she went first to go against Theodore.

Bedford and Hank watched on in anticipation as the two began tying their towropes to each other.

“Are we ready?” shouted Hank

“Ready!” Theodore and Tillie called out.

Hank blew his horn and the two proceeded to pull against each other.

Tillie was taken aback, she wasn’t expecting Theodore to pull so hard but she kept her composure, tugging as hard as she could determined not to lose, “If I can pull barges, this shouldn’t be any different” she thought to herself, Theodore however had nearly pulled her past Benford Buoy.

“Come on Tillie, you can pull harder than that!” Hank cheered on

Tillie’s cheeks were nearly as red as Theodore’s cap as she put on full steam. Tillie huffed and puffed as hard as she could, Hank and Bedford watched on, amazed at how much steam was billowing out of Tillie’s smokestack as she began to pull Theodore back.

Theodore wasn’t giving up however and revved his engines as hard as he could, kicking up smoke from his stack, both tugs were now straining against each other.

Hank was worried as he saw sparks fly from Tillie’s stack.

“Take it easy on her, Theodore” called Hank

“I don’t need a handicap, Hank. I can win on my own.” Tillie wheezed.

“I really think you two should take it down a notch” Hank said worriedly.

Suddenly Tillie and Theodore shot away from each other. A shower of sparks had flown from Tillie’s smokestack causing the towlines between the two to snap.

Both were surprised, Tillie could only feel she had done something terribly wrong.

“What happened?” Hank got closer to see what happened.

“I think my towline broke.” Said Theodore worryingly.

Petra, having heard the snap, rushed over to the scene.

“Theodore, Hank what on earth happened here?” Petra asked.

“Tillie and I were playing Tug O’ War, it was going alright and then my towline snapped.” Theodore explained

“I saw Tillie’s smokestack emit sparks when it happened” Hank added

“I didn’t mean to, this hasn't ever happened to me before…”

“It’s not your fault Tillie,” Petra comforted,

Petra then went over to inspect Theodore’s towline.

“Oh dear… This is bad, Theodore I’m afraid your towline is going to need replacing. We’ll have to tell The Dispatcher about this.” Petra advised

“The Dispatcher?”

“He’s the one in charge of giving us our work orders at our dock.” Hank explained.

“Indeed, Tillie, Hank, I suggest you both come along as well to explain to the Dispatcher about the situation. Although, he won’t be happy about this.” Petra remakered as she led the tugs over to The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock.

Tillie then remembered something, and hooted her whistle to get Petra’s attention. “Petra, wait! Have you gotten any news about how to get home?”

Petra stopped and turned to face Tillie, she had an unsure look on her face and said solemnly “I'll tell you after you, Hank, and Theodore speak with the dispatcher, Tillie, Now we better keep going” responded Petra as she continued leading both tugs to the Dispatcher.

Soon enough they arrived at The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock. Tillie still felt terrible after that accident, she never meant to break Theodore’s towline, she just wanted to play a game for the first time before she left back for Bigg City Port, but even then she was still not sure if she could return.

She wasn’t prepared for what awaited her at the The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock, instead of a megaphone poking out of the building on the dock, the building actually rotated, revealing a face in front of it, this was The Dispatcher.

He looked at Theodore, Hank, Petra and… He paused when he spotted Tillie already noting how vastly different this tug is compared to all the tugboats of this harbor, He knew something’s wrong.

“Petra, what has happened? Who is this new tugboat?” The Dispatcher asked with a serious tone in his voice.

“Dispatcher, This is Tillie. She was swept into the Harbor from the storm last night. She’s from Bigg City Port.”

“I see, any particular reason why you brought her to the dock?” The Dispatcher inquired

“Well you see-” started Hank,

“I… uh burnt part of Theodore’s towline while we were playing Tug O’ War,” Tillie said hesitantly.

The look on the Dispatcher’s face seemed to drop at this, before he could say anything, Theodore decided to cut in, “It wasn’t her fault, Mr. Dispatcher… sir. Honest, I must’ve been pulling too hard and-”

“Say no more, you’re not in trouble, neither are you Tillie,” The Dispatcher said reassuringly.

Tillie and Theodore heaved a sigh of relief at this.

“However,” boomed the Dispatcher, “I’m afraid there aren't any spare tow ropes for Theodore, and with what the storm brought about I needed Theodore’s help immensely.”

“I can do Theodore’s work” Hank offered,

“I had assigned work for you, Emily, George and Foduck already though, Hank. I don't think you’d be able to handle his work on your own,” The Dispatcher said doubtfully.

Tillie then decided to pluck up courage, “I can take Theodore’s place!” Tillie blurted out

All the tugs looked at Tillie; they were all at a loss for words. The Dispatcher then turned to face Tillie.

“What makes you think you can do Theodore’s jobs?” The Dispatcher asked with uncertainty.

“Mister Dispatcher, I’ve done all kinds of work back at Bigg City Port, so I know I’m capable of doing Theodore’s work, and besides… Since I broke his towline, it’s the least I can do to make up for my mistake.” Tillie explained timidly to The Dispatcher.

The Dispatcher thought for a moment, he turned away from the tugboats, when he turned back around, he had made his decision.

“I’ve come to a conclusion, Tillie has my permission to do Theodore's work for the time being while she’s here. However, it'll be under two conditions.”

“What kind of conditions?” Tillie asked curiously

“Firstly, you’ll have to work while being looked after by Foduck, our safety tug of the Big Harbor, since you’re a steam tug I’m afraid you’re considered a fire hazard, if anything catches fire, he’ll be there to put you out. Secondly you’ll be equipped with a radio for if you find yourself in danger you can contact me or one of the pilot boats, and so that we can keep in contact with you. Did you understand all of that?”

“Uh… Y-Yes I understood all of that Mister Dispatcher!”

“Good, also there’s no need to call me mister, Tillie, you can call me The Dispatcher or Sir.”

“Okay Sir!”

“Alright you’re all dismissed for now, Petra, take Tillie to drydock where she can get a radio installed. Hank, resume your usual duties, as for you Theodore, you’re in charge of showing Tillie how to do your work.” The Dispatcher ordered.

Everyone blew their horns in acknowledgement and departed from the The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock.

On their way over to drydock, Tillie asked Petra once again about if she could return back to Bigg City Port, Petra’s answer however wasn’t what she was expecting.

“Tillie… I'm sorry to say this but unfortunately they weren’t able to make contact with your port, I can only imagine that communication services back at your port are down. I’m afraid that your stay here at the Big Harbor may be a long one.”

Tillie wasn’t pleased with the revelation, her eyes began to fill with tears, but she knew she had to make up for her mistake somehow.

“Are you okay Tillie?” Petra asked worriedly.

“I’ll be fine… let’s just… get a move on so I can get to doing Theodore’s work.” Tillie said, trying to sound positive.

“Well if you say so, and I agree, let’s get going.”

And so, Petra and Tillie continued on their way. Tillie however still couldn’t help but feel sad; The storm took her far away from her home all because of her curiosity.

She hoped though that everyone back in Bigg City Port were all okay despite the storm.

[End of Chapter 4]

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#this is tugs #bigg city port #tillietugswitcher #theodore tugboat #tugs oc #sorry this took so long to post cause of college work :P

[moonydustx]

Lazy Saturday Night

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Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!Reader

Summary: After you've had a stressful day, missed an important event and been a little jealous, Pedro decides he can help you deal with stress.

Warnings: Language, explicit sex content, smut (oral, f! receiving) daddy kink, P in a V with no protection (wrap it before you tap it), a little breeding kink, a little bit fluff. Sorry if i forget some warning.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: It's the first 18+ thing I've posted here so I'm feeling nervous hahah Thinking of turning this into a series with every day of the week. What do you think?

This is a +18 work. Read for your own risk.

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You couldn't be more frustrated.

The computer screen was already shuffling the words in front of you and with each new line you read, it made you even more stressed. You had plans for that Saturday and they sure as hell didn't include staying at home.

The open tab in your browser didn't help to contain your sadness either. As a huge Star Wars fan, of course you wanted to be there for Star Wars Celebration, as the girlfriend of one of the top stars, you felt guilty for not being there. However, you were being forced to follow along online.

You had the invitation, you even had the dress, but because of the irresponsibility of others, more specifically a colleague in college, you needed to do your part and his part in a project.

You could have left and gone anyway, but you decided to follow Pedro's advice. “You took so long to go after this dream of yours, it won't be an event that will make me love you less”. And of course, any promotional or collectible item he won would be yours.

At least one thing made you happy: Pedro's joy. With every question he was asked during the panel, every time he was cheered, you could feel his happiness through the screen. His eyes getting smaller because of the big smile he had. He was perfect.

A lot of people still wondered how it worked, you were two totally different universes. You met almost by chance. A friend asked for your help in a photo shoot she was going to do with him and from there, you never stopped talking. It started with a few likes on Instagram, then conversations and by the time you realized it, you were already tied to it.

You decided to put work aside for a while, paying attention to one of the interviews that Pedro was giving. The ensemble in a light blue tone seemed to have been molded to his body, while the slightly curled hair and glasses he wore caused a certain heat in your body.

This heat was soon replaced by a not-so-good feeling. The interview that Pedro gave went well, too well, until the interviewer called him daddy. Okay, it was a joke that the two of you had already had a good laugh, but the way she looked at him or maybe all your frustration with not being there made you feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was a passing feeling, so he decided to ignore it for now.

The day went by much slower than you expected. Despite having finished your work, you had to deal with some unfriendly messages from your classmate. God, how tired you were.

Deciding to call it a day, you closed your notebook and took a shower. Warm, relaxing and lingering. When you got out of the shower, you grabbed your first pajama piece and were ready to lie down and hold your attention on some silly video when you heard the door open. Upon arriving in the room, you found him patiently closing the door.

Your peace. Your love. Your Pedro.

"I know we agreed to see each other tomorrow, but I couldn't..." Pedro didn't have time to finish explaining himself before you crossed the room and jumped into his arms.

With the impact, Pedro automatically grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist, burying his face in your neck and smelling your woody scent.

“I missed you so much,” he muttered. It's been a little over a week since you've seen each other, for the two of you it felt like decades.

You pulled his face away just enough to kiss him. You even tried to hide it, but when you felt the relief of all the stress of the day, some tears flowed from your eyes, not going unnoticed.

“Hey, what happened?” Pedro quickly stopped kissing you. You just hid again in the crook of his neck, feeling his beard against your neck. “Mi vida, what happened?” he insisted and when he felt denial against his skin, he walked with you on his lap to your room, sitting on the bed.

“I'm sorry” you said as soon as you felt calmer to look him in the eye.

His hands were firmly holding your waist and his brown eyes seemed to capture every detail of you with full attention.

“There's no reason for you to apologize to me,” he said, taking his hand from her waist just to smooth out a few ruffled strands of her hair. “Honey, do you want to talk about it?”

“It was a difficult week, everything went wrong”

“Did you do that pending work?” he asked.

"It did, but I ended up arguing with Tommy" you tried to explain, wiping the few tears that were left from your face. "According to him, I'm a controlling bitch."

“He's a sucker” Pedro limited himself to saying. Tommy was a rather invasive friend and Pedro made a point of making it clear that he didn't like him that much. “I'm sorry you had to have heard that. You know what he said is a lie, right?”

“To be honest, no,” you laughed, almost wistfully. "That job interview I did yesterday didn't work out either."

"I already told you not to worry about it, love."

“I don't want to be a parasite in your life” Pedro immediately denied your statement.

It was a feeling you occasionally had, since you had given up your teaching career and devoted yourself only to studying, Pedro had been helping you more and more, which worried you about how you might be seen.

Before you went on to list all your ruins for the week, you felt your body tingle as one of his hands went down to your bare thigh and his lips went to your neck.

“You're stressed too much, mi diosa” he stole a quick kiss from your lips. “How about we go out to dinner tonight, then have a drink?”

"I don't know. I'm kind of tired and ugly” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady as you felt his beard brush your neck again. "We should enjoy this little Saturday at home, in the biggest laziness."

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen”

"You're saying that to please me" you replied and soon you felt Pedro take your lips to himself. It was a calm kiss at first.

His hands dug into your waist, while his tongue invaded your mouth and made you lose yourself in him. Your fingers tangled in the brown strands of his hair and as a reflex, his fingers threaded through the back of your neck, holding your hair in a tight grip.

“I know you're stressed” Pedro pulled back just enough to breathe, millimeters from your mouth “Let me help you. I can make you feel good.”

“Please love” you murmured. Pedro kissed you again, this time with more intensity.

One of his hands tightened around your waist, while the other went under your blouse and made his cold fingers contrast with your warm skin.

You could feel the heat building between your legs and need relief. His hand only dropped from your waist so he could impatiently tug at the button-down shirt he was wearing, which he didn't bother to let you unbutton. As soon as he threw the piece to some corner of your room, he went back to stealing your lips for himself. It didn't take long for your shirt to take the same path as his shirt.

Just feeling your breasts against his chest was enough to make you gasp. You could feel him hard against your intimacy, which made you start to slowly roll around in his lap.

Knowing your body as if it were part of it, your boyfriend took his hand to your right breast, trapping the small nipple between his fingers. His wet lips descended towards your bust.

Maybe it was the stress, maybe your mind was lost among so many thoughts, that you only realized after you moaned "Daddy please"

When you found yourself, you came out of the trance you were in to look Pedro straight in the eye. There you saw something different, a luster-filled glow.

"Wow, I'm sorry love, I just..." you almost choked on your own words when, without any hesitation, he lowered his hand to your intimacy and pressed your clitoris over the thin shorts that he wore "Pedro, please" .

“Not like that love”

With some difficulty, he pulled the fabric of your panty shorts aside, touching right where you needed it. His fingers moved slowly through your intimacy and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips

"I'm going to fuck your stress out of you, I just need one thing"

“Just say so” you said through a moan, rubbing your body against his hand on your sex.

“I just want to hear you ask me to do it, just like you just did. Can you do that for me, my little one?”

You could have misunderstood what he asked, but feeling him slowly thrusting two fingers into you made it much more difficult to conclude any reasoning.

“Fuck me Daddy, please. I miss you in me so much” You just heard a grunt leave Pedro's lips before he could turn you on the bed and come on top of you.

You tried to get some friction against his hips embedded in your body, but it wasn't enough to calm the heat that was building deep inside you.

Pedro parted his lips from yours just to gain some distance and unceremoniously take off your shorts and panties and shoot.

As if he wanted to provoke you, he remained kneeling in front of you, his hands slowly sliding along the inner part of your thigh, always when they approached where you wanted them, the hands did the opposite way.

"Pedro, I need you" you grumbled and soon you felt a hard slap on the side of your thigh, almost at the level of your ass.

“You can't call me that today.” His tone came out huskier than usual, which only served to make you even more aroused.

“Daddy, I need you, you promised to help me relieve my stress” you used your most sly tone and had to hold back a victorious smile as you saw Pedro take one of his hands off you so he could squeeze his dick, as a way of relief.

“I'm going to taste you, my love, and only after I let you come, then I'm going to fuck you,” he muttered, lowering himself to his intimacy.

First he lightly licked the entire length of your pussy, enough for you to squirm on the bed.

“Keep it wide open for me, can you do that for me baby?”

He sank into your pussy, trapping your clit and distributing licks along the entire length. You wish you could think straight, you wanted to form something cohesive in your mind, but feeling him circle your point with his tongue was almost too much for you.

Realizing you were almost there, Pedro stopped licking and went back to kissing your inner thighs.

“Patience, my angel” he asked as he heard you grumble.

It didn't take long for his tongue to be covering your clit again as he slipped a finger inside you, thrusting slowly. The fact that he was moaning against your pussy didn't help in trying to stay sane. It was when he added another digit on you that you felt your body combust.

“Fuck Daddy, don't stop! Please don't stop” you begged, watching his tongue be replaced by his other hand.

“Come for me, my love. Come and I'll give you what you want” he warned and watched his body combust.

Eyes closed, mouth half-open, hands glued to the sheets. That would always be Pedro's favorite view, to see you lost after he uses you.

When you reopened your eyes, you could see him lick the fingers that were inside you and mutter something along the lines of "Fuckin' delicious". That alone could get you there again.

"Papi, come here" you pulled him gently so that he lay under your body. Your hands went down to his cock, sliding slowly.

"With you calling me that, I don't know if I can last long," he grumbled, kissing and biting her lip.

“Enough to make me come again?” you asked. In response, he shoved it all in at once, eliciting a loud groan from both of you.

“Enough to make you come” he thrust hard, barely giving you time to get used to it. “Enough to fill that little pussy with my cum. Fuck, love” He kept the pace strong.

One of his hands wrapped around your neck, while the other he used to lean on the back of your head. The bed slammed against the wall and you'd probably have complaints from neighbors soon. But it didn't matter, as long as Pedro kept doing it, nothing mattered.

You could already feel your eyes burning and your body contracting with the arrival of a new orgasm, just as Pedro's thrusts no longer seemed to have a pattern.

“Do you want to come on me?” you said through a groan "Maybe you'll end up being a real daddy"

“I'll fill you with my cum, come with me love? Please, my princess.” His thumb descended to her clit, rubbing it intensely.

The moans came out almost in unison as you felt his liquid heat you even more inside. Pedro stood there for a few minutes, his head under your breasts, catching his breath. It didn't take long for him to lift his face and kiss your lips, much sweeter than you had.

"I love you so much. You're still going to kill me for being so hot” he whispered, as if that was the most important secret between the two of you. He laughed and wiped a small tear that came out of your eye after all the hard-on. "If you're going to have tears on your face, I'd rather they be like this"

“I love you more, Pedrito” you gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose “Can I call you Pedro again?”

"Now you can, although I prefer you to call me love, but..." he came out of you and stood up, heading towards the bathroom. It didn't take long and he came back, picking up the clothes "You're going to put on that dress, we'll go out wherever you want and then when we get back, maybe I'll forbid you to call me Pedro again"

"Or maybe I'll make you call me mommy" you suggested and laughed when you saw him immediately stop what he was doing, with the same look that started it all.

"Fuck"

#pedro pascal #fiction #the mandalorian #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #reader insert

[eyfey]

Hello! I'm sorry to bother you, but I was wondering how long you studied Japanese for until you became good enough to do manga translations? (Or fluently read manga at all, really 😔) I want to help contribute to projects like that, but I feel I still have a long way to go until then 🤧

so first off: sorry this took so long to reply to! when I first got the message I had exactly Zero free time, and then i simply forgor (whoops lol)

I actually already have a few posts sort of about this in my #translation tips tag, but it's been a hot minute so I might as well provide some updated info~

(under the readmore 'cause it's longggggggg)

How long have I studied Japanese?

A While. I had maybe a not so typical journey with Japanese... If you break it down it looks kinda like this:

4 years of watching a TON of anime to pick up basic vocab just by ear (this was in high school- I did not take any actual classes or even make any effort to learn the language at this point, but apparently I'm pretty good at just picking up things from hearing them)

4 1/2 years of actual Japanese classes in college (actual learning with like teachers and textbooks and homework)

1/2 year of study abroad that I managed to cram in before I graduated (additional classes and also constant speaking the language)

8 1/2 years since then (god has it really been that long???) (no actual like... studying during this time, but a LOT of translating... mostly Saiki)

So.... 13-ish years? if you don't count the first 4 that were just watching anime. And technically only 5 of them were actual "studying".

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How long did I study before doing manga translating?

I, uh….. I actually started translating manga about a month BEFORE I ever took a single Japanese language class.

(not recommended but like… here I am lol)

I had found some volumes of Pyu to Fuku Jaguar(a gag manga I really liked but only had 3 volumes translated at the time) at a used bookstore, but they were in Japanese so I just kind of bought them, downloaded an english to japanese dictionary app, printed out a hiragana/katakana chart, and then just went through the book: looking up one letter at a time, sounding out words, looking them up in the dictionary. I already knew a lot of vocab and had a vague feel for grammar exclusively from watching anime, but like also there was a loooooooot of looking stuff up. I don't remember exactly how long it took to read that first volume (at least a month lol- maybe 2 or more)

I noticed the scan group for Pyu to Fuku Jaguar was updating really slow (and/or had notices that they needed more translators? I forget it's been over a decade lol) So I figured: I can understand this well enough just reading it on my own.... maybe I can help???? it's probably better than nothing right?? So I tried my hand at doing some translations and uploaded them to the newbie board of a manga translation side to have people proofread, and then I emailed the group to ask if I could join. If I remember correctly they only ended up posting one (or none) of my translations?? before disappearing so I just kind of kept doing the translations on my own without uploading them anywhere

and then later when a new group took over they had gotten my translations from the previous group (or was it the translation site where I uploaded some?) and credited me in the release, so I sent them a message like "hey neato! I actually have like 5 more translations done, u want em?" and ended up joining THAT group to continue working on the series!

I started taking classes p soon after starting the translations, and doing translation while taking classes was actually really nice 'cause I had a place to pretty much immediately apply the things I learned in class, and the translating outside of class gave me a lot of practice for reading & a good head start for learning new vocab.

Honestly I think for translating, being good at the language you're translating into is more important than being good at the language you're translating from. Like: you should still at least SORT of know the language you're translating from (that is an important part of it too don't get me wrong) But like even if someone is perfectly fluent in Japanese, if they're translating into English but don't know how to make words sound good in English, then it kind of defeats the purpose haha.

(reading a lot and paying close attention to wording and stuff, and also reviewing and revising your translations will help with that part of the translation process- it's also a skill you pick up as you go)

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Tips for getting better at reading Japanese?

Honestly I think translating is one of the best ways to get better at Japanese (understanding and reading at least- it won't necessarily do much to help you remember how to write or speak haha) Reading is helpful to some extent, but you will probably get to a point where you understand enough of it to get the gist of whats happening, but then your brain will just sort of skim over a lot of the parts you don't know in the interest of enjoying the story without stopping. When you translate though, you're FORCED to stop and look up every word or phrase you don't know and double check things and sort of sit on them and think what it means and how you would say it in your own language.

If you're self motivated enough you can probably get some good learning out of language apps like duolinguo or babel or whatever, or even just buying Japanese textbooks/workbooks and going through them by yourself. Otherwise, taking Japanese classes is the standard approach (even if you don't go to a school where they offer Japanese classes, there are private options- just google Japanese classes or Japanese tutors online or in your area if you prefer in person)

This old post of mine has some more detailed tips for how to look things up, and some just general translating tips that I think are still p useful, but it pretty much boils down to "google everything you don't know until you know it"

also the 10ten extension is good for highlighting/translating individual japanese words in your browser (when they're written in kanji or kana) and the google translate app is good for taking pictures of text and reading it so you know what the dang kanji says (or you can hand write the kanji in there too- though I need to find a better kanji dictionary app 'cause google's doesn't really give you enough space to write)

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Sorry this ended up WAY longer than I thought it would but I hope it helped!

Good luck!!

#translation tips #I had to look back at some very very old tumblr posts to check my dates #I have been on this website for an unfortunately long time #some of my posts are teenagers now and it scares me #it has also been 13 years since I started translating Jaguar and I am STILL translating it lolllll #very very extremely slowly- but I have not given up!!!! It is still getting done!!!!! #along with the help of some other very cool and very hard working scanlators! #I should really finish subbing the Jaguar movie sometime... I wonder if I still have the in progress files......

[petri808]

OHMYGODDD JUST SAW YOUR LATEST POST I LOVE IT ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING IS JUST CHEF'S KISS. I WOULD LOVE TO SEE 42, 49 and 13 FOR NALU PLEASEEE CAN'T WAIT TO READ ITT

😳 Ya’ll really love angst huh? Lol okay, sure let’s see what I can come up with. 😊 “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” + “I’m pregnant” + “Im too sober for this”

Lucy’s knees weakened and sent her crumbling to the bathroom floor. Why was this happening to her?! She’d just finished college and was about to start her paid internship with a local newspaper. ‘What am I gonna do?’ Lucy gripped to the stick in her hand as the tears trickled down her face. This could derail her future before it even started— all because of one slip-up. How was she going to tell Natsu… Not knowing who else to talk to, Lucy turned to her best friend Levy McGarden. She texted the woman and drove over to her friends apartment in dread.

“Oh, Lu…” Levy hugged her friend tightly before pulling her into the small apartment. She sat Lucy down on the couch, then made them both some tea. “How you feeling?” Levy asked as she handed the cup over.

“How do you think I’m feeling?!” Lucy groaned. “I feel like I’m in a nightmare.”

“Are you sure the results are correct? You know those home pregnancy tests can be wrong.”

“I don’t know, I mean I followed the instructions and it didn’t give an error sign.” Lucy pulled the stick from her pocket. “See?” She showed it to her friend. “Two lines.”

“Oh— yeah, looks like it,” Levy agreed.

Lucy pocketed the test once again and hung her head. Both hands cradled the warm cup, just holding it without a desire to drink from it. “Just thinking about this is making me sick. Maybe I can just pretend it’s not true.”

“Lu, that’s ridiculous. I’m pretty sure the growing bump on your stomach will make that difficult.”

“Ugh! I know!” Lucy shrieked. “Lie to me or something… Levy, I-I don’t think I can deal with this!”

“Well, you have to. And how am I supposed to lie about this?!”

“I don’t know, tell me this is a dream. Just a bad dream that I’m gonna wake up from. The test was wrong, something! Maybe it’s just a fiction story I’m working on cause I just don’t wanna think about it right now.”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did! Lucy you have to face reality.”

“What am I gonna do Levy? I can’t be having a baby!”

“Well first things first, you need to tell Natsu— I’m assuming it’s Natsu.”

“Of course, it’s Natsu! I haven’t slept with anyone else.”

“Well you need to tell him. He deserves to know.”

“I know…”

“Natsu’s a stand up guy, I know he’s going to do the right thing.”

Lucy sighed, “that’s not what I worry about. I mean having kids is something that’s crossed my mind… just not anytime soon. We’re not even married yet. Ugh! I’m such an idiot.”

“Sometimes these things happen.” Levy placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Can’t go back to the past, so now all you can do is figure out the now. Do you have any idea when it happened?”

“My guess is my graduation party, cause that was the last time we had sex. I barely even remember it cause I was so drunk,” Lucy whimpered, then started to sob. “We’re usually careful but… yeah, it had to be that.”

“Come here,” Levy pulled her friend into a hug. “You’re gonna be okay. Whatever happens, you’re gonna be okay.”

The women spent a couple more hours chatting, flipping between random topics, but often coming back to this one. Lucy struggled to even wrap her mind around the reality that this is real. That she was going to have a child, when she was barely an adult herself and all the factors involved only compounded her dilemma. Her new job isn’t going to afford a child. Natsu had a decent job, but even combined it would be a struggle. They’d have to find a place together, a two bedroom house or apartment. What about the medical expenses, and the baby supplies— babies are expensive! Where was the money going to come from?

When Lucy noticed the time and realized Natsu would be coming home from work within the hour, she thanked her friend for the support and bid her goodbye. Even though she had calmed down a little, she wasn’t ready, didn’t know what or how she was going to break the news to him. So, after arriving home, Lucy tried to distract herself by cooking dinner. It didn’t really work, but at least a meal was made. Her life until now had been going well in that she had a boyfriend who treated her right, supported her while she finished her degree, even pushed her to follow her dreams of writing. And now that her degree was finished, Lucy was on her way after landing the paid internship. If she passed the internship, they would offer her a permanent position at the newspaper.

But now all of that felt like it was slipping through her fingers. All her hard work for nothing because juggling a small child and going to work… Maternity leave is not paid, so they’ll have to rely on just one income for a time, then daycare is quite expensive. Sure, there are programs that she could apply for to help or family, but that’s not the point— the point is, they are sorely not ready to become parents.

“I’m home!” Natsu called out as he entered the apartment. “Something smells good!”

“Welcome home, Natsu.” Lucy called out from the kitchen. “It’s almost done.”

Natsu detected a change in his girlfriend’s tone. Usually when he gets home, she’s in a happier mood— but not today. He threw his keys onto the kitchen island and walked up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Everything okay?”

Whatever words she’d planned to say were thrown out the window as tears pooled instantly in Lucy’s eyes. “Natsu, it’s…”the words stumbled out, “um… I-I’m pregnant.”

“P-Preg…nant?!” Natsu took a step back in shock, his trembling hand moving to cover his mouth. “Oh, wow— I’m too sober for this,” he mumbled.

“Pregnant,” she repeated as the sobs broke free. “And alcohol is what got us into this mess!” Lucy snapped and sobbed louder.

“Oh, h-hey now, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Natsu pulled her into his arms. “Don’t cry baby, please don’t cry, I hate seeing you cry.”

“Natsu, I’m pregnant, did you hear me?! Pregnant! I can’t be pregnant!”

“Shh… I hear you,” he gently coaxed Lucy to the couch and had her sit down, then sat beside her, cradling her close. “True, it’s not the best time… but we can make it work.”

“You don’t understand, I’m not ready, Natsu. I don’t think I could handle it…” all the reasons refreshing in her mind. “I have no experience with with kids. What if we screw up? It’s just…” Lucy sighed. “I think… I’m too overwhelmed right now.”

“Okay, well— they make those things now, the, um, end pregnancy stuff.”

“I don’t know…”

“Lucy, I’ll support whatever decision you make.”

“You say that now, but later you’ll probably resent me for… kil— doing that,” she mumbled.

“I don’t know that so neither can you. All I do know is that yes it might hurt— but you’re the important thing right now, and if you say you’re not ready, then I have to accept it. Kids are never easy, I doubt all the preparation in the world can really make a difference. But Lucy,” he took her hand and held it to his chest. “As long as I’ve known you, whatever you choose to do you’re great at it.”

“Really?” She looked up with hope filling her eyes for the first time all day.

Natsu smiled. “And who better to start a family with?” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her. “Then a smart, sassy, beautiful woman like you.”

Lucy’s eyes flooded with tears. “You really think we can make it work?”

He nodded. “As long as it’s something we really want, then yeah.”

After a momentary pause, Lucy let out a long stabilizing exhale. “Okay. I’ll call my doctor and make an appointment tomorrow to check.”

“Really? Y-You sure? Because I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to coax you into this.”

“No, I-I’m pretty— sure. Things sometimes happen for a reason, right? Maybe it’s meant to be.”

Natsu pulled her in for another longer kiss. “Guess I better hurry up and marry you then,” he chuckled.

She snorted a laugh. “I guess so mister!”

He pulled her close again, hugging her to his chest. “I love you so much baby.”

“Mmm, I love you too.”

“My own baby momma,” he teased.

Lucy slapped his chest with a giggling shriek. “Don’t you dare call me that!”

“Oh,” he grinned, “I’m totally getting t-shirts made.”

#fairy tail #nalu #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #nalu drabble #nalu fan fic #nalu fan fiction #nalu au #pregnancy

[peekawommy]

The Tale Of The Stars

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader

Genre: Fairytale au, prince!Wooyoung

Words: +2.9k

A/N: This is my first post, I hope that youike reading this as much as I liked writing it. Without further ado, enjoy the reading

Since you were a little kid, your mother used to tell you a fairytale, your favorite fairytale. At that time you hadn't realized that she had made the fairytale up, creating the main female character to your liking but as you grew old and read about all sorts of fairytales you came to the conclusion that it was your mother’s own creation, making you hold it dear to your heart.

When you were younger you wanted to live in that story, so you could find your own Prince Charming and have a happy ending especially since your mother had never added any sort of villain nor monstrous creature to the story in your childhood. When your teens came around and you still asked your mother to tell you about the wondrous story, because you loved how your mother’s eyes sparkled whenever she told the story and the way she seemed to get in character every time, she had changed it up a little.

You remember the day she had told you with a smile 'Princess you're getting older now and you should learn that life is not as beautiful it may seem, even in fairytales’ and with that she started adding new characters to the story, some villains that were ready to take down the princess and her Prince Charming, friends that in the end betrayed the girl and anything her mother could think of to show her daughter just how much the world could be cruel.

Nonetheless, you still knew that the fairytale was your favorite, the story your mother liked to call ‘the tale of the stars’.

But now you were older, in the beginning of adulthood and you knew that your life would never become the fairytale you had wished upon when you were younger. You had responsibilities to attend to, friends to care for and a life that you couldn't leave behind. As of right now you were getting ready for work, your part time job that you had so you could pay for your education. College was one of your big responsibilities, sometimes you wish you could just drop out at some point, the stress it caused you was becoming too much but your future depended on it.

Once you were ready, you took your bag with all of your necessary stuff that you needed for work and later on classes. You thanked your past self for having chosen afternoon classes because the classes were not crowded and it was easier for you to have a job and study. As last, you took your keys and then you were out of your door, walking towards your car and driving off to start your day.

After a long day of school, you finally got home, feeling exhausted from all of the day's activities. No matter how long you’ve been doing all of that you couldn't get used to how tiring working and studying was and getting home late at night. Although you never got used to it, it became your routine. You come home, tidy your small apartment a little bit, make food for yourself, watch a little bit of Netflix and then go to bed. At times you realize that your life was dull, nothing seemed to bring you excitement anymore.

It was in those moments that you wished you did live in a fairytale, no matter what happened, there will always be some type of adventure going on, something bigger than having to decide if you were going to eat beef flavored ramen or chicken flavored ramen. Unfortunately that was impossible and the best you could do was get your degree and move to another city in hopes to start a new, hopefully more exciting life.

With a small sigh, you shook your head and moved on to take your clothes and take a shower.

After the shower you decided on skipping dinner and going directly to bed ‘what an exciting change from my routine’ you thought for yourself. Quickly, you got under the bedsheets and let your body relax. No matter what, your favorite time of the day is when you get to lay down in your bed and rest.

Since you were tired from the day you had, it didn’t take you long to fall asleep. In less than ten minutes you had already fallen into a deep sleep to which you would have hoped it was a dreamless sleep.

The next thing you know, you were hearing small noises as you were pretty sure it was something in your dream but it felt way too real to be a dream. Although you were confused, you could still feel a calming peace inside of you, as if you were in the most comforting place you have ever been, as if you were home.

"Excuse me lady, wake up...wake up, this isn’t a safe place to sleep” A voice, which seemed to be distant, called and with a small frown you started to wake up.

Like always, when you were woken up by someone, you let out a small whine and just turned to the other side while mumbling ‘five more minutes mom’. it took you a moment to realize that your bed did not feel like it was supposed to. It normally was comfy and warm yet now it felt hard, ticklish and slightly...humid? That seemed to fully wake you up as you frowned and slowly opened your eyes. At the bright light, your eyes squinted and you groaned light but the second thing you noticed was the sudden green that invaded your sight.

Now you understand why it felt so different because you were not in your bed but somehow you were laying on some grass. You confusedly sat yourself up and looked around, having no clue of where you were or why you had woken up there. All you could see were trees around you and the bright morning sun shining down on the leaves, making the dew drops on them visible. It seemed like you were in a forest.

“I am sorry to disappoint you but I am most definitely not your mother.” A deep voice startled you from your confused daze.

Everything just kept making less and less sense for you, you couldn’t remember when you had fallen asleep next to a guy nor did you recognize the voice. Had you been drunk the day before? Not that you could remember, all you could remember was taking a shower, going to bed and waking up in this weird yet beautiful place.

Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you slightly turned to the man standing beside you, which apparently you have only noticed now to be there. As your eyes laid upon the boy, or rather man next to you, you couldn’t believe your eyes, he was the most handsome guy you have ever seen in your life. His blond hair was perfectly combed back, his lips set in a visible amused smile, his clothes seemed to be elegant although rather old-fashioned, as if he came out of one of those medieval fairs and he had cosplayed as a king or a prince. You were about to comment on his choice of clothes but you were cut off by yourself as you noticed that your clothes weren’t the clothes you had fallen asleep with, you were sure that you didn’t even have that outfit in your closet. You were wearing a white dress which was long-sleeved and a black corset was hugging the top of the dress closer to your body, every curve of the body being accentuated because of it.

You probably looked quite crazy or weird to the boy beside you as you were looking at your clothes like it was the first time you were seeing them, let alone wearing them. You looked like you were out of place, like you did not belong there. The boy was trying to figure out if he had seen you before but he quickly decided that he had not met you before, he most definitely would have remembered your face, which contained a beauty that seemed to be different yet still ethereal.

“Where am I? Who are you?”You asked, your voice slightly raspy and strained as if you hadn’t used your voice in ages. It was quite uncomfortable so you cleared your throat a few times and hoped that your voice had gone back to its normal state.

The unknown man stared down at you and contemplated his choices, should he introduce himself and answer you or just leave you there and let you figure it out yourself. Fortunately for you, it wasn’t in the boy’s nature to just leave someone that seemed to be in need and besides he didn’t think that you would be any danger to him.

“I am Prince Jung Wooyoung, son of the King of Aldshore and successor to the crown and you are in my father’s kingdom” The boy introduced himself.

Your face morphed into an even more confused expression but this time it also held surprise within it. For some reason his name and the name of the place where they were were very familiar to her yet she couldn’t place her finger on why they were familiar. You searched in your mind to find a reason as to why it sounded so familiar yet all the places that you knew about on earth didn’t have any the name of this so-called kingdom and you would remember if there was a kingdom called Aldshore.

Then it suddenly clicked in your mind and your eyes widened at the memory. You knew exactly what that place was and who the boy was but now you were thinking that the guy must be kidding you and that it was some kind of prank. That place and the boy belonged to the fairytale that your mother had created and told you for years and years. It had taken you a while to remember because it had been years since you'd last heard the story since you were now a young adult and didn’t live with your mother anymore.

“You are joking right? If this is a prank, let me tell you that it is not funny now tell me where I am and why I am wearing these clothes. Were you the one changing me from my clothes? You creep” You let out loudly and stood up suddenly, just wanting to go home since you had to study for an upcoming exam.

Looking around, you realized that you had no idea where you were and you seriously doubted that you would be able to find your way home on your own when all you could see was trees and a clear trail where it seemed to extend for miles.

“I am sorry but I do not joke around when it comes to my title, my lady, and what does that word mean that you said, p-prank was it? Anyways I assure you that I was not the one that changed your garments, I would never take a lady’s clothing without her being my concubine or unless she gives me her consent to do so”

The prince answered, his eyes furrowed deep in confusion. The way you spoke was so different from what he was used to. He knew that you both were speaking the same language yet it sounded weird, more vulgar than his language. It quite shocked him how you had spoken to him, no one had dared to speak to him in such a tone and he for sure had never been called a creep before. Wooyoung didn’t know if he should be furious or be amazed that you had talked to him in such a way.

Suddenly you let out a laugh at the situation just thinking that it was all a big joke and that he was just a great actor but when you noticed that his face stayed unchanged, your laughter started to die down and you looked at him trying to find any type of humor present in his face but unfortunately you found none. Slowly but surely you were starting to believe him yet you couldn’t wrap your head around it, it was all supposed to be made up, a story told for little children and not real and standing in front of you.

“Am I dead? Is this my type of heaven? If so I want to talk to whatever god that made me come here because I need to have a talk with them” you asked more to yourself than to the boy still standing next to you.

The boy could not help but let a chuckle out before shaking his head at the question “I’m sorry, my lady, but you are definitely not dead unless I am talking to a spirit”

You could feel a huge headache forming as your brain tried to make any sense out of all that was happening. You decided to play along for now, hoping that somewhere along the way it all would make sense. With a little hesitation, you turned towards the so called prince and gave him a small tight smile

“I apologize I realized that I haven't introduced myself yet, I am Y/N. I am very sorry for behaving like this but…” you started but you remembered that you could not tell the truth of why you were behaving like that so you quickly made up a lie “I think I’ve lost my memory and I can't remember anything besides my name and my mother”

The prince seemed to believe you as his face turned into one of understanding. Prince Wooyoung was starting to pity you since you couldn't remember anything, for all he knew you were not even from his kingdom. He instantly made a decision to let you stay at the castle during the time that would be necessary to get your memory back. The boy smiled and nodded to show that he did not take offense in the way you had behaved nor in the way you had talked to him, he was sure that he would have reacted in a similar way if he was in the same situation you were in - in the situation he thought you were in.

“It’s alright, lady Y/N, I understand why you behaved like that and I do not blame you, if it had been another royal, they might have not been as forgiving as I am. Fortunately for you, I do not like seeing people in need of help, especially someone as beautiful as you, so I am offering you a place in my castle to stay in until you remember more about your life.” The young prince offered as he put a charming smile on his face.

The prince did know how to charm any lady in the kingdom, even some men too but you could not focus on that, the only thing that really mattered to you for now was how you ended up waking up in a fairytale and how the hell you would go back to your world. After his offer you just chuckled awkwardly and rubbed your arm, a nervous habit that you had, and blushed softly at the compliment.

“Oh I don’t want to bother you, prince Wooyoung, you probably have more important matters to attend to than having to help an unknown and lost girl” you answered as your head bowed slightly in embarrassment. "Nonsense I am more than glad to help you besides I can attend to those matters while also taking you in, I can multitask and I will also request a servant to be at your service, helping you with whatever you may need” The prince waved her reasoning.

You knew that there was no way you could refuse his offer, you remember how your mother had described the boy as stubborn and headstrong so all you could do was nod and accept the offer. Wooyoung couldn’t help as a bright smile grew on his face and holding a hand out to you so that he could guide you out of the forest and towards the castle but all you did was return his smile with your much smaller own smile before starting to walk in a random direction. This did surprise the prince that you had rejected his hand but he did not do anything about that as he let his hand fall to his side.

The boy suddenly laughed and smirked, which made you stop in your tracks before looking at him with a raised eyebrow because you could not understand why he was laughing out of nowhere. The blond boy only pointed in another direction and grinned innocently.

“The castle’s that way, if you go that way you might get lost and eaten by whatever animal lives in this forest” He explained which made your face redden in embarrassment and just turn towards the direction he was pointing to and walk without any word to avoid any further embarrassment. The boy just snickered to himself as he shook his head before going after you, jogging a little to catch up with you since you had already advanced quite a bit.

‘This girl is most certainly very interesting’ Wooyoung thought to himself before starting to explain the way back to the village and his house - the castle - and explaining every single building or house on the way there

#ateez fluff #jung wooyoung #ateez x y/n #ateez fantasy au #ateez imagines #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung oneshot #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung fic #wooyoung au #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung #kpop #kpop oneshots #kpop fic #kpop fluff #kpop ateez

[seeker-of-stories19]

Found this article about things Ian did wrong in Shameless and I’m not saying he’s perfect but this didn’t even make sense so I’m fixing it. (Part 2)

10/20

C’mon I’m dying here so I’ll just reiterate what I was saying in part one of this. He’s mentally ill, so no he’s not making great decisions but that’s not his fault. Also at this point in the show he’s really starting to live with his bipolar disorder, he’s on better meds and he’s moving forward in his life. And seriously if you want to have sex with a ton of people who cares as long as your safe and honest with your partners, which wasn’t the case for Ian but I was annoyed by the overall negativity of this section’s title because it’s really no one else business.

9/20

I don’t have a lot to say about this one because it was a pretty bad thing to do regardless of the circumstances. But I’d like to add that they didn’t have enough of a relationship to be massively affected, and that the last sentence makes Frank out to be the victim of the series. It’s obviously referring to the bridge incident in which he was a victim but saying “he struggled to get over this act of betrayal and cruelty” seems unfounded and out of character. It’s never mentioned again and isn’t this big moment of shattered relationships it’s made out to be in the article.

8/20

Personally I really liked Trevor as a character and I even thought his relationship with Ian was good for the series because it kind of represented everything Ian wanted from Mickey that he couldn’t give and I think being with someone who was maybe his dream guy when he was younger helped him move past whatever idealism he had surrounding his relationship with Mickey by realizing that it wasn’t really what he wanted or needed. And as for Mickey their relationship is clearly unconventional in a variety of ways but they love each other so much and overcome so much more than most people in their relationship. It wouldn’t be considered ‘healthy’ from a phycological standpoint but they work really well together and complement each other and make each other happy. Whatever they have works for them and that’s all that matters.

7/20

This one is also pretty bad but while I’m not justifying his behavior here I still didn’t like how it was presented. Starting once again with the fact that Ian shouldn’t blackmail an old client but at the same time old men shouldn’t be having sex with underage teenagers. And overall I could see Ian’s power play being the result of a mental illness induced trauma that caused him to make decisions he wouldn’t have in a stable mindset. He was not mentally stable and he was high which means he was being taken advantage of even if it was consensual and his clients didn’t have this information. It not being intentional wouldn’t stop it from being traumatizing or hurtful to Ian and I could understand why he’d want to take a little bit of power back after being helpless for so long. Also its nothing like Frank because he’s doing it for a good reason, not to get wasted or high so that again doesn’t make sense.

6/20

Yeah so not his best moment but I’d just like to add that he was genuinely trying to help people so no one would have to struggle the way he (and Mickey) did. And while his behavior quickly turned erratic he was still trying to help albeit in his own unstable way. But it is later revealed that Ian was off his meds at this point which kind of dissolves any validity this claim may have had. And his attitude toward Trevor could be attributed to this as well (or maybe Ian was just losing interest, who knows?)

5/20

His meds don’t cure his illness they just balance it out and sometimes it’s not enough. He doesn’t stop taking his medication because he’s selfish but because he’s sick. And as for the rest of it he’s mentally ill, he’s not thinking straight, and it’s not his fault.

4/20

He’s bipolar and he’s off his meds, not sure how many more ways I can think to say this.

3/20

Great well they’ve been giving him a hard time for at least the past three sections and now the opposite criticism is being made. He believed in the cause and he said he believed in it at his hearing but telling the judge and a group of his followers that the way he’d handled the issue was wrong took courage and I was upset at his followers, some of whom were friends as well, for abandoning him when he admitted he was off his medication. Saying he shouldn’t have withheld a child from their parents and that he shouldn’t have blown up a van aren’t the same as saying he didn’t believe wholeheartedly in the cause.

2/20

Ian lives a life he’s happy with and that’s what matters. So he didn’t go to college (and get kicked out) or buy real estate (and then lose it and subsequently go off the deep end) he manages his bipolar disorder, works as an EMT, and is married to the love of his life while looking out for his siblings too. This seems like a pretty great life to me and despite its challenges he still has room to grow. And again with the medication, seriously?

1/20

Well this is so bad it’s almost funny. Literally Ian and Mickey are the only reason to watch this show and this comment had me torn between laughing and throwing my phone when I read it. I’m going to break it down a little anyway though for fun. So Mickey denied his feelings for Ian (internalized homophobia by the way) considering how his dad behaves when given this news can you blame him for wanting to protect himself? There was the rape incident with Svetlana, Terry tried to beat him to death when he came out, he burned down their wedding venue and tried to kill them on their honeymoon. I wonder why he didn’t accept he was gay sooner? And I’m sorry but are you kidding me, Ian being bipolar does not keep them from being happy, this is discriminatory towards people with mental illness in relationships, insulting to their characters, and blatantly untrue. The whole article was underplaying his mental illness and now they’re saying he can’t be in a happy relationship because of it? Also, the only time they weren’t faithful was when Ian was first suffering bipolar symptoms and didn’t have his meds which isn’t his fault, before that Mickey was just trying to force himself into being someone he could never be because he’s traumatized and afraid (and they weren’t exclusive and Ian knew he was with other people.) I’d like to point out again that there was heat on Ian for this earlier and it’s contradictory but so what he didn’t run away with Mickey. He wanted too but felt responsible for taking care of his family and things worked out better for him having stayed. Their relationship is unique and funny and sexy and they make each other happy so I don’t know what else there is to say.

I really hope people enjoyed this because it took me forever, I’d love to know everyone else’s thoughts.

P. S. The full article is posted to part one of this post for anyone who wants to check it out but mostly to give the writer credit.

Part 2/2

#shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallagher’s #gallavich #rant post #ranting #bipolar disorder #mental illness #mental disorder #my thoughts

[theyanderespecialist]

Teacher Knows Best 1 (One shot) Negan X Mark OC (Walking Dead) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am back with a new chapter a request from Months ago with Mark or Marie who was a student of a college professor Negan and meets him again in the RV Scene. Enjoy!)

(marks pov)

I sat in the RV as I hear talking from outside. "Let's get you all on your knees-dwight- check the RV." I hear as I hid in the shower, behind the curtain. It didn't take long before I was found though as I was grabbed and dragged out, thrown to the ground as I groan.

"On your knees..now."

I slowly get on my knees as I look over at my brother and my father as I tried to not cry.

One of the men walked over. "What's wrong little boy-- you gonna cry?" He mocked as I tried to choke down a sob as I hear another voice. A.. A familiar voice.

"Well I be damned." He says and I looked up at him. "Little mark."

I stare shocked as I shook. "W-What..? I-I..I-I don't.. understand..I-I want m-my daddy" I said as I held my hand out to my dad beside to me.

He glared at him and picked me up and I started to scream. "No no no n-no!!!"

I was horrified as I reach out for him.

"We can talk--please don't take my boy! He needs me!"

"He is not you boy anymore." He says. "He is mine."

I looked at him scared as he suddenly handed me to two other people.

(Negan's pov)

I looked back at Mark as I smirked as he had ended up passing out from crying.

God he was so fucking hot, even after the world went to shot. He was the hottest one at the campus..and god I've gotten off to him so many Times. Especially after..

I watched as Mark once more walked into gym class wearing these- these tiny.little gym shorts and a tank top with a sports bra

I was stunned by it those thighs were so thick and beautiful. I would recognize them anywhere! And that ass! But the best of all was his pretty face not just because it was a pretty boy face but he had the kindest eyes and nicest smile. It was that that caused me to try and get close to him, pressing against him from behind while he stretched, I'm pretty sure he pushed back into me one time.

Then when we did actual stuff. God just the memory made me rock hard

(flashback)

"Mark I've noticed your grades are falling.."

"...I'm just..stressed out..I'm not exactly accepted here.."

I did notice that some of his classmates even tormented him. It was like freaking highschool and not university

"I was hoping...well I was hoping to..to drop out maybe. I don't think this is a class for me." He said as he played with his hands.

If he dropped out I would not be able to see him.

"Mark-look you're a great athlete, I'd hate to see you leave. You have so much potential-and I'd miss having you in my class--" I was cut off when he kissed me and pulled away.

"I'm sorry sir--" he looked away

I pulled him back into another kiss and he gasps.

However he slowly wrapped his arms around me before I pull away. "No-I-I don't want you to feel I'm taking advantage." I mutter as he looked at me.

"You're not! Please."

"Mark this is wrong--" he pulled off the shirt he was wearing showing the bralette he was wearing underneath.

I moaned and her pressed into me.

"Please I want you~" he moans

"and no one needs to know..I promise" he said his voice breathy as he looked up at me with lidded eyes as his hand slowly rubbed down to my shorts.

I groaned and thrust into his small delicate hand

He shuddered as he pushed his hand past my boxers and wrapped his hand around me.

"I'll tell you a secret sir.." he muttered as he slowly began to stroke me. "I'm not wearing any underwear..~"

I groaned and slipped my hand in his shorts and feel a very large cock in my hands

He let out this..well adorable moan as he gripped onto me. Like this was a new experience.

"Is this your first time~" I tease

However his face went red as he looked away. "Is..it that obvious..?"

I smirked and kissed him again I was his first~

I grip onto him as I let my hands run down his body as his hand went to move away from my cock as he grabbed onto me.

"Can..can I see it..?" he asked

"Of course you can baby~" I sayI held him get onto his knees as he looked up at me. I always imagined him to be a little sex crazed, but he really was as he pulled my shorts down with my boxers as he stared at it.

"I-it's really big.." he said looking up at me as he wrapped his small hand around it.

I moaned as he began to work my cock. It was clumsy but god it felt good.

He really had soft hands. "Can you fit it in your mouth baby girl?" I asked as I was letting go of whatever professionalism I was trying to hold. I was only fooling myself.

He looked up at me as he took the tip into his mouth only to make a face.

"Hey don't make that face, don't be a brat." I said as

He pulled away. "N-Not that..I just..I realized..how am I supposed to fit it all in?" He asked as I eased up and actually laughed.

"You don't got to put the whole fucking thing in- just put as much as you can in that little mouth of yours." I said as he went back down on me as I groan. "Jesus fucking Christ-you've got one hell of mouth of yours works fucking wonders." I groan out.

He blushed and started to bob his head.

"Yeah! Use your fucking sexy mouth on my fucking cock you slutty little baby~ so good for daddy~ so damn good~"

He let out a moan as he shuddered as a wet spot appeared on his shorts as he gripped my thighs, his nails lightly digging into my thighs as he thrust a little to get friction on his own cock. Little cock hungry slut~

"Yeah you like daddy's huge fucking cock you naughty cock hungry little slut~" I purr

He moaned again in response as he tried to take more of me but was unable to as he kept trying as I hear a knock on my door as I stop.

"Shit-- under the desk." I said as he scrambled under as the principal came in.

"Sorry for dropping by with no notice. I just wanted to check if you are available still For the track and field."

"Yeah I should--shit!" I cried out when I felt his mouth on my cock.

"What?"

"I-I just remembered- I have a meeting at 7 pm that day?" I said.

"Oh it's ending at 6 pm. You'll be okay." She said as she smiled and left, closing the door.

I looked at her as she looked up at me and smirked around my cock the little minx!

I grab onto her hair. "You want to be a little brat huh?" I asked as she simply smirked more moaning at the grip I had on her. "Then I'll just fuck that naughty mouth of yours until you behave." I said as I grab her head and force her to deep throat me as she gagged around me but I held her head in place With my hand. Smirking as she let out a whimper as she began to drool.

"Not so much a brat now?" I say and began to fuck her sissy girl throat

She gagged a bit as she gripped onto my knees but slowly gained a rhythm.

"That's right, fucking take your teachers fat cock down your throat!"

She moaned as she stroked what wasn't in her mouth. I smirked and soon came thrusting all the way in and cumming straight down her throat. She swallowed all my seed like a good little slut~"now.." I said as she perked up, looking at me excited. "because of that little...stunt- you're going to have to leave to get to class on time." I said as her Smile faded.

"Wait-n-no come on-- you can't D-Do that. P-Please. Please daddy."

"No no, but if you are good I will see you after class~" I say and she nodded and tucked her cock.

Oh baby she was mine~

(End flash back)

That was our first time together~ but we did so much more~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter done, I hope that you all enjoyed and stay sexy all my friends!]

[Also this is the 100 post to this!]

#yandere #yandere negan #yandere walking dead #yandere the walking dead #yandere one shot #yandere mini series #mini series #one shot #The Walking Dead #negan #negan x oc #oc #OC mark #professor negan #epicnessqueen

[draculaurafangz]

swim good / p. parker

a/n: honestly i did not plan on posting anything but i had to get this out of my drafts because, it’s been there for a while. anyways, this was based off of frank ocean’s song “swim good”. if you’ve ever listened to the song then you’d definitely know what i’m getting at with this. also, you guys can imagine the reader to look however you want, it’s not limited to like one specific image.

warnings: there’s like, a whole lotta angst, there’s curses here & there, and mentions of smut (not really but it’s kinda there, if you read you understand. lmao i don’t like writing smut at all.) also peter’s aged up 18 in this story & in college.

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peter parker was very popular at your school. not only was it because of the fact that the whole entire school knew he was spiderman, but it was because he was known for sleeping around with girls on campus. thinking back on it, peter doesn’t even remember how it happened. one minute he was this nerdy, awkward teenager who always read his comic books and put together star wars lego sets, and here he is now messing around with girls and tugging at their heartstrings.

at first, he was obsessed with the idea of being this chick magnet. he lived with the pride, no matter how many girls he had lead on and given false hope to.

but now, he’s not so sure.

he’s realized he’s caused other girls around the school, and even in queens, a ton of pain. but most importantly, he had hurt you a great deal. to the point where you had left voicemails, telling him you wished you’d never see him again, and that you regret anything you ever did with him.

peter doesn’t regret it, he actually felt some sort of feeling towards you. out of all the other friday night hookups, you were different. your aura and your presence was just unmatched to those other girls. of course, you cursed yourself for ever sleeping with him because you knew about his reputation. but when you know you had the opportunity you had to take it. you thought you would be able to convince him and change his mind, but it was no use.

so here peter is on a friday night, sitting in his room all by himself, no hookup present. he missed you. god, he missed you so fucking much. he knew you wouldn’t talk to him if he just messaged you or even left a voicemail. he couldn’t bring himself to even think about the last conversation the two of you had because he hated seeing your face. you were broken and in pain. tears streaming down your face as your voice boomed within the room. saying that he was an asshole, and you thought you could actually change him but there was no point in changing him.

little did you know, you did change peter. you changed him a lot, to the point where you caused him to think about his past. there were some girls that honestly treated his hookups the way they were, and some actually cared but soon after got over it. then there were some like you who had been extremely heartbroken. peter never really paid attention to them though because they always made it their mission to ignore him.

it’s not that you didn’t ignore peter, because you did. you just didn’t talk to him at random anymore. he was in a couple of your classes, and would sometimes ask for notes. but other times, he’d just bump into you on campus. so yeah, you were ignoring him. with no intention of talking to him.

he felt so much pain over the past couple of days, thinking about he hurt other girls, thinking about how he hurt you. he cannot stop thinking about you, at this point he’s in love with you. he’s so guilt-ridden that even ned notices something is off with him.

“are you sure you’re okay? you just haven’t been yourself lately,” ned questioned just noticing that his friend seemed to always be disturbed.

“it’s nothing ned,” is what he’d usually respond with “i’m just stressed with my classes right now.”

ned shook his head understandingly. he knew that college for sure was hard on him and couldn’t even imagine how hard it was on peter. peter never told ned about everything, ned was three states away from peter. there was nothing ned could do to fix this, as peter realized he needed to fix everything himself.

his professors even noticed it. some of them even had to speak with him after class letting him know his grade was in great jeopardy. when they asked if everything okay, peter just explained that he had been off recently. he assured them that he’d be back on track soon, and get on top of his academics as well. after speaking with his physics professor he had headed towards your dorm. he never actually went to visit you at your dorm so he had no clue what room was yours. he’d remember swinging by your window, but never got an exact numbered door. when he walked into the main lobby, he asked some random girl if she knew who you were or where your dorm was. luckily for him, he actually bumped into your roomate, but your roomate refused to talk to him.

“i know who you are, and i think you should go,” she coldly spoke.

he pleaded with her and he promised he would make everything right with you if he could actually see you and get the chance to talk to you. after hearing his long ramble about his overdue apology, your roomate caved him and gave him your room number.

he felt anxiety rushing throughout his entire body as he looked through the hallways of numbered doors and finally spotted yours. he took a deep breath before knocking, reminding himself that he was going to be okay, this was going to be okay.

you opened the door and immediately slammed it in his face. behind the door, your eyes went wide and you bit your bottom lip as you thought about opening the door again. what could he have possibly wanted? what was he doing here? had he been stalking you? how the fuck did he find you room? your mind went back to the main question: what does he want and why is he here?

you turned around again facing your door and wiped your sweaty palms against your sweatpants. opening your door, you made a joke about how it was too early for a booty call. peter’s face remained straight seeming to just be unamused with the joke. you then asked what he had wanted. how this was all unlike him and how he truly he doesn’t chase but rather attract.

“y/n, just please hear me out. give me five minutes, two minutes even. i just need to talk to you,” he started.

you gulped, the big lump in your throat returning as you whispered a “come in” to him.

he sat on the edge of your bed as you stood in the middle of your room. your arms were crossed and you had a blank look on your face.

“i- i just wanted to say i’m sorry,” he stuttered, “i regret ever hurting you, y/n. i think back about how i ruined everything between us daily. usually i don’t let feelings get in the way of this but holy shit i cannot even deny them anymore. and that’s why i came here. i know i’ve given you so much stress lately and i truly apologize. i know i hurt you at night and i can’t even sleep sometimes knowing that i hurt you. i need to make things right. i’m not asking for anything major, i just want to be on good terms again with you,” he finished, averting his eyes away from yours.

you took his words in, thinking them over as you stared back at his features. you didn’t hate him, as a matter of fact you were head over heels in love with him. but you couldn’t do it. you could not be in a relationship right now, but you weren’t going to just dismiss the way he wanted to mend things between the two of you.

the two of you sat in silence for another minute as you collected your thoughts, him waiting patiently for you. you walked over to him and just hugged him. you already felt tears well up in your eyes but did not want them to spill. peter at this point was full on crying. this was the closure you both needed. you whispered in his ear how you don’t want a relationship right now, but he understood because he didn’t know if he was able to take on one by himself right now. as the two of you pulled apart, you wiped your eyes as you gave peter time to collect himself.

“i’m down to fix things. i love you a lot pete but we need to work on ourselves and our own dynamic before we even think about jumping into that whole relationship stage,” you said.

“and i’m totally okay with that. i can deal with that. i was just scared of losing you,” his eyes glossed over again as he said that. new tears were forming in his eyes.

you’d never thought you’d see the day where peter parker was actually showing some emotion. he seemed like the type to be emotionless after you had your experience with him.

it was going to take a while to heal, but you both had each other so there was no fear. peter was going to be more open and honest with his feelings. he was sorry, he was taking the accountability he should’ve taken a long time ago. he had you to thank for that.

i’m goin off (oh, my pretty love)

don’t try stopping me

i’m goin off (throw me in a line)

don’t try saving (you broke my heart)

no flares (you broke my heart)

no vest (you drove my love)

and no fear

waves are washin’ me out.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #tom holland imagine #peter parker angst

[outerbankspreferences]

Mistakes Topper Thornton (Alternate Ending)

Word Count: 4178

A/N: So someone asked me to do a part two, so I did a different ending instead. Send me some request, because I’m going to spend the day tomorrow writing!!

MASTERLIST

It was three day’s before Topper was getting married. It was going to be the biggest wedding on the island. Finally, the Thornton and Cameron family coming together. This wasn’t for business, or blending families, this was simply the will of love between two people. Topper and Sarah had been together, broke up and then got back together when they came home from college. Topper went to university out west, studying pre-law while Sarah stayed home and got her nursing degree. It was about five years they weren’t together. Topper moved back home to finish his degree and started to work for law firm on the island. To say that Cynthia and Ward were ecstatic was an understatement, they had already started making business plans around their kids’ marriage. Cynthia invested in Rose’s real-estate, and Rose helped her find a new office for her clinics. Cynthia also helped Sarah get a job at the hospital.

Nothing was being left behind. When Topper and Sarah announced their engagement to everyone the planning went crazy. The engagement party was held at the country club and no expense was spared. It was obvious Rafe wasn’t getting married any time soon, and Wheezie was still too young. Sarah loved planning all the events and getting the photo’s done. She was happy to being doing all of this with Topper by her side. At one point in time, Topper was over baring for Sarah, almost too invested in pleasing her. When they were in high school the relationship didn’t work because they were on two different pages, they had two different needs. When Sarah left for college, she had a couple boyfriends but nothing really lasting, when she moved back to island, she ran into Topper at the Heyward’s grocery store and he asked her out for coffee to catch up. The rest being history.

Topper on the other hand had a serious relationship that he left out west. Y/N was everything to Topper at one point in his life. He had grown from his relationship in high school. Learning from his mistake he always tried to not be clingy towards her. She was a history major, planning on becoming a teacher. Y/N loved kids, she always dreamt of having plenty of her own. Topper and Y/N were together for almost four and half years. Y/N thought she was going to marry Topper, never imagining her life with anyone else. They had made plans together. Moving back to the Carolina’s when they both finished schools. Topper working at law firm for a while before starting his own practice, Y/N working at the high school he went too, or maybe the elementary school. They both wanted kids, Y/N wanted more then him, but they could compromise. They wanted to buy a nice house by the water, teach the kids how to surf, have a garden, maybe a dog. Everything was planned, until it wasn’t.

Y/N’s mom got sick her last year of university. Her mom had been sick a lot when she was a child, always spending time at other family’s houses growing up. She was an only child and her dad left when she was a little girl. When Y/N got the news that her mother was sick and needed her help, she didn’t question transferring to a university closer to home. In all honesty she thought about dropping out, being with her mom full time. The doctor told Y/N that this was her last fight. They thought she might’ve had 5 good years left, if they were lucky. When she told Topper this, he held her while she cried. He didn’t know a lot about her childhood, just assumed she like to keep that private, but that night she told him everything. Maybe she should have waited to bring up leaving, but she had to get everything off her chest that night. “Top, she only has a couple years left. I need to spend those with her. I need to be there for her.” Y/N tells him through tears and sniffles. “Wait, what do you mean? You’re not leaving, are you? Y/N/N, we have plans.” Topper was upset that she could so easily replace him. Not thinking twice about it. “You can come with me; we can do this together. I’m not sure if I can do this without you. Please Top, come with me. I need you.” She looked into his eyes and got the answer she wasn’t looking for. She saw anger and hurt. This wasn’t the Topper she fell in love. The one that was so kind and thoughtful.

That was where things ended. He wasn’t changing his life, not the life they wanted for her. It was selfish of him, but they had plans. So, they went their separate ways. Topper always kept an eye on the obituaries from her hometown. A couple years after being with Sarah he finally saw it. Y/N’s mom had died and left everything to her. He sent a card and donation, wondering if she ever got. He even paid all the funeral expenses. In some way he was trying to make up for the hurt he caused her. That next day he proposed to Sarah. When they were sending invitations to everyone, Sarah asked if his list was ready. They had the same friends so they only people extra he wanted to invite were some colleagues and old university buddies. He kept one invitation for himself though. Not telling Sarah why he wanted and extra one. He wanted to send one to Y/N, but he wanted to send more then just an invitation, he wrote her letter, wanting to get things off his chest before claiming his love to another women in front of a church. He knew it was wrong to send it, but he didn’t care. He figured you’d moved anyways after your mom died. You always said you hated your hometown. He sat down at his desk grabbing a pen and just started to write.

Dear Y/N,

I don’t know why I’m doing this. I can’t being to imagine what you must be thinking right now. I could take a swing at it though. Maybe your think what the hell is he writing me letter for. He broke my heart; he tore it into a million piece when I needed him the most. I don’t know why I did that to you. I think maybe because I got so scared you were going to leave and move on without me. I had pictured our life a certain way for so long that I didn’t want it to go any other way. I fucked up Y/N. I fucked you over when you left. I read about your mother online. I should have been there with you to get through everything. I should have been there with you, to hold you when you cried for her, to help make the big decisions. I donated to the charity you picked out. The school meal program, the was sweet. You can see that I’m getting married, to Sarah of all people. She’s a nurse now, working at the hospital with my mom. Things have gotten better with my mom. Things aren’t so bad between us. She loves planning this wedding, her and Sarah are like kids in candy store with the details. I finished law school; I’m working at firm here on the island. It’s nice to be home, I’ve enjoyed surfing on the east coast again. Sometimes I look around and I wonder if things would have been different if you stayed and we did this together. I wonder if you would have liked it here or maybe you wouldn’t because you hate storms, and we get a lot of hurricanes. I want to apologize Y/N. I want to say I’m sorry for hurting you the way I did. I’ll never forgot the look on your face that night. It keeps me awake at night. What I did to you Y/N, it was wrong, and I wouldn’t blame you for ripping this letter up and not giving me second thought. But if you don’t if you read this know that I’m inviting you to the wedding. I want you there, and not in some vengeful way, but as someone who I still want to have there. I understand if you don’t want to come but I hope you find it somewhere in your heart to change your mind.

Yours truly, Topper

It was sunny that day. Y/N had run to the post office on her break at work. She had finished her degree a year late, opting to take a year off when her mother first got sick. She got three good years with mom. They did everything on her bucket list. They went to Italy, then went rock climbing. Her mom took a cooking class, but most importantly she watched her daughter get married. When Y/N moved back home, she had no time for men. She wasn’t over Topper and wanted to put her full focus on her mom. After a while things got better and her heart started to hurt less. She wasn’t looking for a relationship, but when a new teacher started at her school her boss asked her to help him out. Evan was great. He was funny, kind and smart. He listened to everything she had to say. He heard from other teachers what was going with her mom and he became her support person. He proposed after only eight months of being together, but the two of them were so happy. It was different happy then Topper. He didn’t make her feel the same way, but she had to come to terms with the fact the no one was going to make her feel that way. It wasn’t fair to Evan to expect him to be someone he’s not. When he proposed it was the best day of her life. You guys did rush the wedding, but only because Y/N wanted her mom to be there. That was the last thing on her bucket list. To see her little girl, get married. Evan and Y/N didn’t take a honeymoon because a few weeks after the wedding her mom had finally passed. Y/N was devasted, she was hoping by some miraculous discovery they would cure her. It was a poor girl dream that didn’t come true. Y/N had planned the funeral with the help of Evan. When Evan went to pay for the funeral, the pastor told him it was already paid for by an angel donor. When he talked to her about, she assumed it was someone in the town that knew her mother.

When Y/N saw the letter, she recognized Topper’s handwriting. It was like a child’s, scribbled and almost unreadable. She could only read it from years of helping him study for tests. Her heart stopped for the second time in her life. Sitting in her car reading the words he wrote to her brought back a lot of painful memories she sooner forgets. She was so angry with him for bringing the past up but was happy to know that he had moved on from her. She never doubted that he would, after being so cruel to her, she began to wonder if all those years were just lies. Some sick joke to him. Though no matter what he did, Topper Thornton always held a special spot in her heart. She looked at the wedding invitation that went sent along with the letter and wondered if she should go. She could be spiteful and bring Evan with her making Topper fell some sort of pain. She didn’t think he could ever feel the same pain as she did. If it weren’t for Evan she would be alone right now.

Weeks turned into months and Y/N never told Evan about the letter she received. At first, she thought she wouldn’t go. Not giving Topper the validation that he still had some hold on her, but then she thought it might bring her closure to see him getting married. Maybe it would be like officially closing that chapter of her life. That’s what brought her to place she is now. Sitting in a plane on her way to North Carolina to watch the man she once so dearly loved to get married. She brought a simple dress not wanting to stand out, as she clearly wasn’t going to know anyone. She had only been this nervous a few times before. Waving the flight attendant over for a drink, liquid courage is what she needed. She wasn’t going to make a scene. Just sneak in the back, watch them say their vows, and sneak back out. She didn’t even book a hotel room opting to leave right after. She told Evan that she was meeting a friend out there from college which wasn’t a complete lie.

After the longest flight of her life, she caught the last fairy boat to Topper’s hometown. She drove through town in a rental car. It was small but cute. She found herself picturing the life she could’ve had. All the things Topper told her about his childhood. She even drove by the school reminiscing on the time she spent with Topper.

She still had a little while until the wedding. She thought she would be running late, but also didn’t want to show up to the church any sooner than she had too, if she was going to show up at all. She decided to head down to the beach. It was a thinking place for her. A place to be alone and collect her thought. She drove down the coast of Outer Banks seeing sign that congratulated Topper and Sarah on their big accomplishment. Y/N remembered Topper telling her about his life growing up, about how you either had everything made out for you or nothing at all. He was one of the lucky ones, his mother being a doctor at the hospital. His father was politician and was always gone on business.

 Y/N passed a bunch of yacht clubs and beaches on her way down the coast. She saw one spot by a hotel that must had been the reception area. “What a nice idea” Y/N thought. Topper loved the ocean, she always joked he was half fish. It was their favorite place to go. She kept driving until she got to a scolded area of the beach were no one was. She got out of the car and started walking towards the water. Her dress wasn’t so it was easy for her to walk in the water.

 Topper had stopped by the country club to make sure all the last-minute details were under control. Sarah had asked him to make sure there was enough champagne and bubbles for the send off to the honeymoon. He had assured her before that everything was ready to go, not to worry about, but did it anyways to appraise her mind. When he got to the venue, it was like it was someone else party. Like he was looking into this made-up scene in a box. He didn’t have his tux fully on yet, not wanting to wrinkle it. Instead, he was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and sweater.

 Topper had waited his whole life for this day. He had never seen his mother happier then when he asked for her help buying Sarah a ring. She could barely keep it a secret from Ward. At this point Topper didn’t know if he was doing this out of obligation or because he genuinely loved Sarah Cameron and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Of course, he was ready to settle down with someone, but was he just settling with Sarah? He decided to take a walk on the beach. One of the only places he could work out what he was feeling. He started heading towards the light house, knowing he could be gone long.

 He had walked not even half a mile when he saw her. He couldn’t tell at first, but it was her. He couldn’t miss that brown curly hair any where’s. He had to look twice to make sure it was har and not his mind playing tricks on him. Y/N was standing not even half a mile away from him. He couldn’t believe she got his letter and didn’t just throw it away. All of sudden Topper was nervous. He didn’t know what to do. Should he go over there and talk to her, should he ignore her and continue like she wasn’t there? He could turn around, she hadn’t seen him yet, he could walk away and never think about her again. But he couldn’t let her walk away, not again. He mustered up every bit a of courage he had and walked over to her.

 “Y/N?” He asked a small part of him hoped the women turning around wasn’t her. Just a miss understanding. She jumped a little. Turning around “Hey Topper, I-uh-I got your letter.” She spoke quietly.

 Y/N didn’t know what to do. He still looked so handsome, just like he did when she left. His eye blue eyes were paler. He looked tired, probably from planning a wedding. He was built differently though, not as fit as he once was but still strong. The two looked at each for what felt like ever. Topper couldn’t believe it, she looked more beautiful then when she left. She still had the kind doe eyes, and caring smile. A type of smile that would warm the saddest person’s heart.

 “I didn’t think you would actually come, I figured you were still mad at me.” He spoke up, not looking her in the eye. This was a conversation Topper always wanted to have with her, but never had the right words. “I had to get everything off my chest Y/N/N. I didn’t know if I could marry Sarah with all that in the past. I should have never done that too you. It was unfair and cruel.” He looked up meeting her eyes for the first time. Topper knew he still loved Y/N, he loved Y/N so much that it wasn’t fair to marry Sarah.

 “I figured that’s why you wrote the letter. You were never great with speaking how you felt. I didn’t know what to do when I got it. I was so angry at you Top. You left me when I needed you the most. I was so scared for my mom, but I knew if I had you by my side nothing would bad could happen, and then you left.” Y/N said to him. She promised herself she wasn’t going to cry, but there was no holding back the tears now. “Did you know my mom died? Did you know I held her in my arms while she took her last breath? Do you know how that felt?” She was screaming at him.

 Topper knew he deserved this, she deserved to get it all out. He could imagine the pain he caused her from leaving. “I did know she died. I donated in her name, and I paid for the funeral.” Topper spoke. “I didn’t want your money Top! I wanted you! I wanted you there, standing beside me! That whole time, all I wanted was you! I was married! Do you know how bad that is? That I wanted you, the man who broke me, not the husband who loves me.” Y/N was so frustrated, almost hyperventilating. Her words took Topper back, he didn’t know she was married. “I didn’t know you got married Y/N/N, that’s great I’m sure he’s great”- “Yeah he is. He’s a wonderful man, he’s a teacher like me, and he didn’t leave me. He stuck by my side through everything.” Y/N spoke quietly. She knew none of this was true. Sure, Evan was great, he was kind and caring, but he wasn’t Topper. Maybe Y/N settled too soon trying to appease mother. Giving her mom one last good memory. She looked back at Topper he was crying. He was crying for the wrong girl. He was crying for Y/N, for his past that he screwed up. Y/N looked out on to the water trying to settle her nerves some how, trying to hold herself back from speaking.

 “You know what the worst off all this Top is?” She spoke not looking away from the waves.

 “Do you want me to start this list?” He asked half heartily trying to make her laugh, which she did. He missed that laugh so much.

 “I still love you.” Topper looked at her. He almost had to ask her to repeat herself because he thought he miss heard her. “I still love you Topper, and I don’t know what I was thinking coming down here. I don’t want to start trouble or anything, but I need you to know all this before you marry Sarah. And I’m sure she’s great, but I love you.” Y/N spoke, finally turning to look at him. She knew it was wrong to tell Topper all of this. It wasn’t fair for her to confess her love for him hours before he was getting married to another women.

 Topper stood there in shock. He never thought he would hear those words come from her. Not after he broke her heart. He had an obligation to marry Sarah though. Plans had been made, people had showed up, she was probably getting ready with her friends right now. It made him sick to his stomach thinking about how much he still loved Y/N. Would it be fair to marry Sarah even though he loved another person? He was drawn from his thought again when Y/N spoke up, her voice shaky.

 “I’m not sure why I still love you, you broke me Topper, but everyday since then I’ve loved you. When I was getting married, I wanted to be you, it was always you for me. I know you’re the one for me, you’re still the one.” She was crying at this point and hurt Topper to see her like that, he always hated seeing you cry.

 Y/N looked at Topper, searching his facial expression for anything that would make him fight for them. She started to walk away, figuring that he didn’t love her back. How could he? He was getting married. “I still love you too Y/N/N.” She stopped dead in her tracks, whipping her head around to look at him.

 “What I did to you was inexcusable I should have fought for you.” Topper spoke walking towards her. He grabbed her small hands in his to stop them from shaking. “I forgot how beautiful you looked at night.” He whispered only for the two of them to hear. She looked down blushing. He could always make her heart flutter with his complements. He lifted her chin up to look him in the eye, wiping her tears.

 “I’m willing to fight for this if you are. I want you Y/N, not Sarah. I don’t know what we’ll do, we can leave, tonight. Go somewhere no one else knows us and start new. I don’t want to imagine my life without you.” Topper told her. He knew it would hurt Sarah, but she would move on. He also knew that a dead marriage would hurt both more.

 “What about Evan Top? I have a life back home, a job, I can’t turn around and leave it.” Y/N was more scared than anything. “I have some money put away, and you can get another job. I’ll get another job.” That was enough to sell Y/N. Maybe this was crazy, but it was going to be worth it for him. “Okay let’s go, tonight Topper. I don’t want to waste another second.”

 Topper was so happy, he leaned down and kissed Y/N with all passion he had. A kiss he should have been sharing with Sarah. He missed kissing Y/N, the way her lips were soft and plump, and always tasted like vanilla. She kissed him back, missing the feeling of his skin touching hers. They were making up for lost time. Nether rushing anything, just becoming familiar with one another again.

 After pulling away the drove back to Topper and Sarah’s apartment packing a few of his belongs putting them in her rental car. Next stop was his office to pick up his files for cases he was working on. As they drove towards the fairy, Topper kept looking over to her. “Are you sure you want to do this Topper, it’s not to late to turn around?” Y/N asked almost sacred of the answer. “I’m sure if you are love.” He said looking over to her before focusing on the road. She took his hand in hers, “I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.”

#topper thorton imagine #topper thorton x reader #topper thornton #topper obx #topper x reader #topper x you #topper x y/n #outer banks

[redhoodssweetheart]

Seeking Roommate (1/4)

Genre: College AU

Relationship: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, probably some swearing, light angst

Description:  Dick is looking for a new apartment and that’s when he sees an ad for a roommate in the local paper.  Giving it a shot he meets up with you and moves in.  What neither of you realize is that you’re both going to fall for one another and not realize it.

Dick had just moved out of the dorms at Gotham University.  He hadn’t wanted to live at the manor while going to college because he wanted to experience life away from Bruce and the wealth that being his son offered.  But he no longer wanted to live in the dorms and wanted to live away from campus.  He was currently sitting with Jason at a coffee shop going through the ads seeing what was available and circling the ones that sounded okay with a red pen.

“What about this one?”  Jason shoved the paper he was looking at toward Dick and tapped the ad with the tip of his pen.  “Two bed, one bath apartment, split everything evenly, clean, and it’s only a ten minute walk away from campus.”

Dick read over the ad and out of all of them it sounded the best and less sketchiest one.  “I’ll send them a text then and ask them if I can come see the place.”  He pulled his phone out and shot a text off to the number on the ad, but kept looking at the others just in case the person who posted the ad had already found someone or didn’t like him.

Two days later he was heading to the apartment, Jason had offered to come with him, but Dick had refused.  He didn’t want his younger brother messing up his chance of getting an apartment.  He looked over your name that you had given him in your message.  You were a woman around the same age as he was and also attending Gotham University.  Your last roommate, Kori, had graduated and moved back home and you needed help with the bills.

He made sure you were cool with him being a man and you had said it was fine.  You knew who Dick was, you had seen him around campus, read about him in the papers, and knew of him through friends.  If it had been anyone else you may have said no, but you were desperate and his was the first one you trusted enough to come see the apartment.

His knock startled you as you finished straightening up.  Your apartment stayed pretty much clean, but with him coming over you felt like Monica on FRIENDS.  You raced to open the door and stood there with a smile plastered on your face, “Dick?”

He nodded his head, “Y/N, right?”

“Yep,” you popped the ‘p’ and stepped aside to let him in.  “Welcome to my humble abode.  It’s not much, but at least it’s close to campus.”  Dick looked around the living room/kitchen area that you first stepped into.  He saw a hallway and assumed that led to the two bedrooms and bathroom that you had advertised.  “I was friends with my last roommate, but don’t think that means we have to force ourselves to become that as well.  We can come up with schedules and things so if one night you want the TV or friends over I can make myself scarce.  I don’t mind if you bring someone home for an evening, but I would like a heads up so that I can be away, especially if I have a test or something the next day.

“I buy my own food, but I don’t mind cooking every once in a while so if you’d like to join me that’s welcome.  We can figure out a shower schedule as well so that we don’t have to fight over the bathroom.  I mainly have afternoon classes this year so I don’t need to get up as early.  But other than that we can always figure out as we go along,” you finished saying.

“May I see my would be room?”  He asked as he turned back to you, his blue eyes bright in the sunlight filtering in through the window.

You quickly showed him down the hall and opened the first door on the left side of the hall.  Dick stepped into the room and glanced around.  It was big enough to fit his bed and a desk and not much else, but he hadn’t been expecting a large room given that the apartment itself was small.  It would serve its purpose though.

He glanced back at you, “If you don’t mind I’d like to take it.  I’m not loud, I don’t leave messes, and I have no plans to disrupt life for you in any way.  I also don’t mind if we hang out, we’re going to be living together so it would be nice if we were able to get along.”

You offered him a small smile, relieved that he seemed cool with your terms and the smaller size of the room.  “Great!  When do you want to move in?”

Three weeks after your initial meeting Dick moved into the apartment.  His younger brother helped him move in his things.  Jason Todd was a character and was constantly hitting on you much to Dick’s chagrin.  At one point you ruffled Jason’s hair and said, “Not happening kid.”  Jason had merely shrugged and went on with what he was doing, completely unbothered by your rejection.

Dick hadn’t said anything, but found the exchange rather amusing.  He took Jason home and was back as you were ordering dinner.  “Pizza okay with you?”  Dick nodded and rattled off what he wanted on his half. 

It was a bit awkward waiting for the pizza to arrive, both of you jittery wondering what you should say to the other.  You sat on the couch and chewed on your lip as you wracked your brain for things to say to him.  Dick looked your way and said, “So what are you studying?”

You chuckled and said, “I haven’t really decided yet.  I’m still trying to figure out what I want to spend the rest of my life doing, it’s a big decision.  What about you?”

“Criminology, I’d like to go into something where I’m solving crimes or mysteries,” working with Bruce and being a vigilante as a kid and with the added ordeal with his parents murders he wanted to work toward making the world safer.

“Interesting, is there a reason behind why?”  

Dick stiffened and you wondered what he was thinking about.  “Oh, um, well my parents were, uh, murdered when I was younger.  They caught the guy, but ever since then I was thinking about how others can’t have that closure and I wanted to do something about it.”

You reached out and gently rested a hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Dick shrugged his shoulders, “It happened a long time ago and I came to peace with it.  I was angry about it for a long time, but I had some people help me work through it.”  The room fell quiet and Dick snorted, “Such heavy topics for our first night together.”

You quietly chuckled, “Yeah, I will admit I wasn’t planning on getting this personal this fast.”

“It’s all right,” Dick said.  “I don’t mind talking about it.  Sure it makes me sad knowing that they’re not around, but it happened and I can’t go back and change it.”

You nodded and before you could say something else there was a knock on the door.  “Pizzas here,” you murmured while going to grab your wallet from the kitchen table.  As you did that you heard Dick open the door and begin talking with the pizza guy.  When you turned to go give the guy the money Dick was already shutting the door.  “I didn’t give the guy the money yet.”

Dick waved a hand, “I paid, my treat.”

You blinked, your mouth opened slightly, “Oh.  You didn’t have to do that, I was the one that ordered the pizza and I wanted to do something nice to welcome you to your new home.”

“How about this, tomorrow we can go for coffee on the corner and you can pay for my drink.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re gonna be difficult aren’t you?”

He put a hand to his chest and gave you an innocent look, “Moi? No, never.”  Then he grinned and winked at you which took you by surprise and caused your heart to flutter a little in your chest.  Oh this was going to be interesting living with Dick Grayson.

He was incredibly attractive and you weren’t going to lie, you were harboring a tini, tiny crush… no that was a lie, you were harboring a huge ass crush on Dick Grayson.  Maybe inviting him to be your roommate hadn’t been the smartest idea, but on top of crushing on him you were also desperate.  You needed a new roommate to help pay the bills and Dick was the first one you find trustable enough to let in.

You pushed your inner turmoil to the side and joined him at the rickety older table and sat across from him.  The two of you continued to get to know one another, this time trying to steer clear of the heavier topics.  You even began laughing at some of Dick’s ridiculous jokes and soon it was well past the midnight hour, the two of you having finished off the pizza.

“I should probably go to sleep,” Dick said a bit reluctantly.  “I need to get up early tomorrow morning and do some errands.  Thanks for a fun evening.”

“Yeah of course, it was nice getting to know you a bit better,” you responded.

He gave you a sleepy smile and headed for his new room and you cleaned up your mess before going to bed yourself wondering if the rest of your time together was going to be like this.  You hoped that you and Dick were able to get along, and you hoped you didn’t start falling for your roommate.

#Dick Grayson x Reader #Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader #Dick Grayson x Reader fluff #Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson fanfic #dick grayson fanfiction #Dick Grayson fluff #dc comics fanfiction #dc comics fanfic #DC comics #Requested

[viscariaa]

Romance Books & Pick-up Lines

Ship: Oumasai/Saiouma

Words: 1026

Type: Fluff

Trigger Warning: None

Posted: 08.16.20

Description: Kokichi works at a bookstore and after getting sent to the staff break room, he gets informed Shuichi is in the store. 

Kokichi flings himself into the bookstore’s staff break room, flopping down on the old green sofa. He rubs his temples, trying to escape the raging headache. “Such a Karen…” 

Kokichi groans, remembering how just a minute ago, he was arguing with a customer over a book being placed in a wrong aisle. He was about ready to scream at the middle-aged women until Kirumi decided to send him to the break room to calm down. 

“I can’t believe that was all over a manga in the children’s book area…” 

“Kokichi?” 

He lifts his head up, seeing Kirumi enter. She stood by the door, wearing a white button-up with a dark green vest, black pants and flats. Kokichi looks down at his own wrinkled uniform, tugging at the uncomfortable vest and sliding his white sneakers over the wooden floor.

 “May you look around and ask if a customer needs assistance?” 

“Aren’t I on a break?”

 “Well, you could…” Kirumi gives a rare mischievous smile, “but you’ll miss out on seeing the blue-haired boy you love to talk to.”

This made Kokichi jump to his feet, flying out of the room, almost knocking down Kirumi. “You could have said that earlier, Mom!”

He faintly hears Kirumi chuckle, but he runs behind the cash registers, despite Rantaro’s and Kiibo’s protests. He ends up in the middle of the store, going up the escalator to the mystery and thriller novels. 

Now on the second floor, he darts towards the right, passing the young adult and romance books. But, he halts, almost tripping on his feet. 

He spies none other than Shuichi Saihara in the romance aisle. Shuichi was wearing a black turtleneck with fitted black jeans, a long trench coat reaching a bit above his knees, his black boots blending in with the carpet.

“Who knew a emo, sleep deprived college student would be in the romance aisle?”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Kokichi skips over to Shuichi. 

“O-Ouma?!” 

“Need any help?” Kokichi gives him a toothy grin.

Shuichi doesn’t respond, only giving Kokichi a blank stare. The purple haired begins to wave his hands in front of Shuichi, hoping to catch his attention. “You alive, Shu?” 

“Sorry!” Shuichi looks at the floor, shifting his feet, “i-it’s just you’ve never asked me before...I was just startled…”

“Aww!” Kokichi stands on his tiptoes to reach Shuichi’s face, “my beloved, just wanted my attention!” 

“W-well...no...yes..I-I mean-” 

Kokichi pokes at the taller male’s cheeks, “you don’t have to be shy around me, Shu! I’m honored to be in the presence of a fellow college student!”

“Aren’t you a college student?”

He ignores Shuichi’s remark, glancing around the romance books. Kokichi gets a lightbulb idea, causing the all too familiar mischievous smile to appear on his face. Shuichi could feel his heart rate increase at the sight, his thoughts being consumed by the shorter male.

“I was looking for something hot to check out!” 

Shuichi almost chokes, “is Ouma really-” 

“Are you a library book? I can’t stop checking you out!” 

“Is he really-” 

“A perfect book for you would be in fine print!”

“Flirting with me?!” 

Shuichi’s brain felt like it malfunctioned. His heart pounding so hard like it’s going to explode, he was certained his face was cherry red. His mouth hangs open and the only words he uttered were, “a-are y-you...p-panta? ‘Cause...y-you’re s-sweet…”

Now, it was Kokichi’s turn to be flustered. He did not expect a response from the shy male. Both of them simply stared at the other, not wanting to cut through the warm atmosphere. 

“Humanity truly is amazing.”

“You guys are adorable!”

This snaps the two out of their daze. The bookstore manager, Korekiyo Shinguji, and long-time friend, Kaede Akamatsu were at the end of the row. Kokichi grew an embarrassed blush on his face as he spotted the flash of a camera from Kaede. 

“Shuichi I can’t believe you took my advice!” 

“Advice?! The hell!?” Kokichi looks up at Shuichi, who stares back at the floor.

“What kind of advice, huh?” Kokichi wiggles his eyebrows at Shuichi. 

“I...needed...romantic advice…” 

“I told Shuichi to buy a romance book since he reads so much!” Kaede clasps her hands together. 

“You could have told me, ya know!” Kokichi laughs. 

Shuichi gives a glance over to Kaede, who gives him a thumbs up. Shuichi bows to Kokichi before speaking, “O-Ouma, can...may you g-go on a...date with me!”

Kokichi snorts, “obviously yes! I wasn’t saying those pick up lines for no reason!” 

Shuichi sighs, tension leaving his shoulders, “tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow!”

They both smile before Korekiyo talks, “Kokichi, you still have an hour and a half left of your shift.” 

“Yes, boss!” Kokichi waves, winking at Shuichi before flying down the escalator. 

 Shuichi watches the purple head before nearly collapsing on the floor. He grasps his chest, “I can’t believe it...he said yes. He said YES!”

He could hear Korekiyo chuckle before leaving, Kaede goes over to gently pat her flustered friend on the back. Soon, Shuichi stumbles to stand up, and begins to shake Kaede by her shoulders. 

“Kaede?! Now what!? I need your help! I don’t even know where to go! I’ve never been on a date! What should I wear?! What should-”

Kaede places her hands in front of her, slightly pushing the taller male. “First, get some sleep! Then, we’ll call!” 

“Ah! I’m sorry!” 

“It’s fine, Shuichi! Just go to your dorm and catch some rest!”

Shuichi inhales a deep breath before thanking Kaede and rushing down the escalator. He spots Kokichi working the cashier, giving Shuichi a wink before continuing to talk to the customer. 

The blueberry rushes out of the store before rounding the corner to head to his college dorm room. “I’m so in love with him, sheeh.” 

He lets out a grin, remembering the purple hair that curls at the tips, the doll-like skin, and the flecks of gold under the purple contact. The childish attitude with the harmless pranks and the love for Panta. 

“I’m going to make this the best date ever!” 

Shuichi runs to his college dorm, ecstatic for the day to come.

Hello, lovelies! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but online school is starting for me tomorrow. Unfortunately, there will be gaps of me not posting because of school. Hope you all will be patient with me! If any of you lovelies want to vent I’m here, sending virtual hugs! - December   

#saiouma #oumasai #writing #cute #fluff #fanfic #bookshop au #au #danganronpa #drv3 #oma #kokichi #shuichi #saihara #kokichi x shuichi #shuichi x kokichi #online school sucks #i'm not ready for online school #off topic but I don't like science classes #if you like science props to you #same situation with math too #good luck everybody

[svtxsoju]

01. crush that hangover! | dear miss soju

ღ Synopsis: College is hard. Love is even harder. Good thing the students of Mansae University can write in to Miss Soju, the campus’ very own romance advice columnist! The only problem is she’s never been in a relationship. Ever. There’s no telling what kind of chaos she may cause in the love lives of several of MU’s most eligible bachelors. Too bad no one knows who she really is!  ღ Characters/Pairings: college AU! Seventeen & OC’s, Pairings TBA! ღ Genre: Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life ღ Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, mentions of sex, language, bad jokes ღ Word Count: 5.0k words  ღ Binu’s Note: ever stare at a selfie so long that it looks weird? ya that’s this chapter for me. there were just so many elements that i wanted to get right, but i kept changing things and now i can’t look at it anymore :c i’ll properly proofread it later, but for now enjoy!! i have some other content ima post later so i’m p excited for that hehehe anyway ya happy friday!!! 

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Monday, September 2, 2019 9:05AM

This was not how Joohyun had imagined her first day at The Front. Whenever she described this moment to Jihoon, she was very clear about the way she would walk in so confidently that the senior writers would wonder why they forgot to email her an invite to their 8:30 meeting. Jihoon, who relished in raining on her parade, predicted that they wouldn’t even know her name. But she had no time for his blunt realism, because she had been living as a made-up person since June and her corporate daydreams were the only things keeping her sane. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but she figured that once they saw her talent, everything would be just fine.

So it’s not difficult to imagine Joohyun’s distress when she just barely stumbled into the office this morning, nursing a mind-melting hangover. 

She should have known she would be a goner when the sports section interns had challenged her to a drinking game at last night’s welcome party. Her drinking partner, a small girl interning at HR, had only made it two shots in before falling asleep on her lap. For the record, she had still made sure that she was the last intern standing (although she definitely wasn’t the same bright-eyed freshman that could chug a pitcher of soju and beer just to spite Jihoon). Looking around the office, she felt a little relieved to find that the other interns were suffering just as much as her, if their slumped positions and pained groans told her anything. So much for giving a good first impression.

Joohyun was trying her best not to look like she was two steps from an early grave when she was approached by a big woman with a laptop in her arms. She awkwardly bowed her head to greet her, but the woman’s gaze never left the screen of her Macbook. “Miss… Joonyoung?”

“Oh, that’s not--” 

“You’re the new advice column intern, correct?” 

“Oh. Yes, that’s me, but that’s not my--” 

“I’ll show you to your desk.” Without so much as a glance, the woman turned on her heel, now typing furiously on her laptop. Joohyun followed behind glumly.

This was all Jihoon’s fault. 

“So, how’s your first day going?” Jihoon asked over his bowl of ramen. He flagged down the tall waiter and ordered a bowl of rice.

“Fine,” was Joohyun’s curt answer. In truth, it was far from ideal. She had watched longingly as all the other interns were assigned with their first projects, while she was left with an empty inbox. How was she supposed to write an advice column when there was no one asking her for advice? She spent most of the morning familiarizing herself with the previous entries of The Front’s dating advice column, the most recent of which dated to the newspaper’s May issue… from 1997. 

When her supervisor told her to take a lunch break, she had made a beeline to meet Jihoon at the restaurant near the cafe he worked at. Now that she was sitting in front of him though, she wasn’t quite ready to confess that her dream job was much more mundane than she expected. “Hey, wasn’t this a fried chicken shop last semester?” 

“That bad, huh?” Jihoon clicked his tongue. Joohyun sighed - she didn’t know why she even tried to hide anything from him when he’s known her for 12 years. He probably knew some parts of her better than she did. “Come on Joo, don’t give up on Miss Soju so easily. It’s just because you’re a little hungover. We watched The Notebook like five times this summer! What more do you need to know about true love? Do you want me to set you up on another date with that freakishly tall dude for more hands-on experience? Ah, speak of the devil!” 

“Thanks, Mingyu.” Joohyun took the bowl of rice and gave the server a sweet smile, which greatly contrasted with the glare she shot at Jihoon soon after. The server, a stunning boy with jet-black hair and tanned skin, stuck his tongue out at Jihoon. She waited until Mingyu went to the other side of the restaurant to serve a rowdy group of boys to whisper-shout at Jihoon. “Can you try not to expose my identity to the whole campus before I even get the chance to write my first ever entry?” 

“Ohhh, that’s why you’re sulking. No one’s sent you a letter yet so you didn’t get to do anything today,” Jihoon said. It sometimes got annoying how he could read her like she was his worn-out copy of his favorite sports manga.  She had to admit though, he did find ways to make it worth it. Like when he said, “I might actually be able to help you with that one, if you want. I can make a little shout out for Miss Soju on my stream tonight. For a small price, of course.” 

“You’re streaming tonight?” The girl perked up from poking at her noodles. Over the past three years, Jihoon had built up a cult following through Woozi’s Universe, a Twitch stream where he shared music made by the underground artists on campus (including him). He only ever released new music on Mondays, so tonight would definitely have a large viewership. Joohyun immediately went into her business pose lest she show how eager she really was. “Well, what would you like in exchange, Mr. Lee?” 

“I merely request that you pay for my lunch today, Ms. So,” he replied. Joohyun looked in horror at Jihoon, a petite man who ate like he was three boys going through puberty; today alone he had had an extra-large bowl of ramen, three orders of rice, and two cans of Coke. 

Then, she imagined facing an empty inbox for the rest of the week. Yup, this was  definitely worth it. That didn’t stop her from making a show of taking out her wallet, taking care to sigh extra  loudly. She had to give Jihoon his moment to revel in his triumphs, otherwise he would get grumpy. 

Jihoon cackled giddily. “Pleasure doing business with you as always, Ms. So.” 

“Pretty sure my hangover is coming back.”

“Oh shit, shut up!” Jihoon suddenly yelped and ducked underneath the table.

“What the hell, Jih--” 

“No, don’t say my name! He might hear you and then I’ll have to talk to him,” Jihoon whispered, jerking his head towards a bright yellow blur skipping to the back of the restaurant. “He’s one of my fans. He found out I worked at the cafe and now he keeps coming in to talk to about how sad his sex life is.”

Joohyun pursed her lips and peeked a glance over. He had joined the table of rowdy boys.  “Hmm, maybe I should say hi... he seems like a potential Miss Soju reader.” 

“Just pay the check already, woman!” 

The new interns at The Front were not the only students sporting hangovers that day. This can only be expected of the second week back at MU. Sunday night had been the explosive finale of a full week of department welcome parties, happy reunions, and lots and lots of alcohol. Some of the incoming freshmen were convinced that Mansae University was not actually a school, but a training ground for surviving as many shots of soju as physically possible. That is until they woke up on Monday morning and still had to drag themselves to their 9AM’s, suddenly faced with the reality of what college really was: an endless cycle of perpetual hangovers and school work that’s due way too soon. 

This was all good news for the new ramen shop on campus, which had been serving the hoards of hungover zombies since 10AM. Vernon, who was in great pain from the night before, had been ambushed by his roommate after his morning class. He was brought to the restaurant under the pretense of curing his woes with a bowl of warm soup and noodles. When he caught sight of a man in red waiting for them at a back table though, he immediately knew what was actually coming. 

“Hello Vernonnie,” Seungcheol greeted him with a sly smile. “Care to take a seat next to me?”

“Uh, not really,” Vernon mumbled, but he sat down anyway. He scrunched his nose at his roommate as the boy slumped into the seat in front of him. “Traitor.”

“Sorry babe, Seungcheol hyung promised me free lunch. Also, you’re one to talk, after you abandoned me to fend for myself last night--! Ugh,” his roommate, Seungkwan, clutched at his head, where a rusty hammer persistently tapped away at his temple. “Hyung, why did you do this to me? My face is gonna be bloated for the rest of the week. I have an audition in two days, you know!” 

“Hey, I did ask you if you were sure you wanted-- what was that you ordered? Oh yeah-- ‘the strongest drink that is legal to serve in South Korea’!” Seungcheol said, his eyes wide. As he got more defensive, he began to point his finger excessively at Seungkwan. “And what was it all for? To impress your new crush?” 

“I am way too hungover to get lectured by a couple of hypocrites,” Seungkwan grumbled. “I was trying to get some inspiration, you know, a drunken spark of genius! How else am I supposed to figure out how to confess to them?”

“Okay, I wasn’t actually asking,” Seungcheol ignored Seungkwan’s offended gasp in favor of turning his attention to a fidgeting Vernon. His cherry red lips now returned to its wide grin. “I am here to discuss where our dearest Vernon went off to last night.” 

“Um.” Vernon answered with a nervous smile. “I just went home early--”

“Bullshit!” Seungkwan looked absolutely scandalized. “It wasn’t enough to abandon me, so now you’re lying too? I don’t know if I can take much more of this!” 

Vernon had only officially known Seungkwan for two whole weeks, but with the way the two had been inseparable since move-in day, everyone at the freshmen dorms had assumed that they had known each other for years and years. He knew that someone like Boo Seungkwan was a rare find as far as random dorm assignments went, and that not everyone was so lucky to have a roommate that reminds them to eat real food once in a while or a friend who’s willing to take care of them when they get their first real hangover. Just for that day alone, Vernon knew that Seungkwan deserved to know where he went. Plus he shared a room with him, so it’s not like he could hide anything anyway.

Seungcheol shook his head and slung an arm around Vernon’s shoulder. His grip wasn’t tight but firm enough that Vernon knew he was trapped there until he confessed the truth. “Look, I don’t need any details! I just wanted to make sure that you’re staying safe and all that junk. Also, I would like to know what base you got to.” He erupted into a fit of giggles, but soon cleared his throat to return to his investigation. “Really though, tell us what happened.” 

It wasn’t like Vernon didn’t want to tell Seungcheol either. Vernon’s and Seungcheol’s families had known each other since the two boys were in middle and high school, and when he found out that Seungcheol would be a senior at Mansae University that year, he felt some of his nerves ease up about moving out. Seungcheol had always been like an older brother to him, and was always there when he needed his help in high school. He trusted him! 

That’s probably why he subconsciously blamed Seungcheol for the pain he was going through at the moment. When the upperclassman had offered to sneak Vernon and Seungkwan into a party at the karaoke bar that he bartended at, the two freshmen all too eagerly accepted without thinking of any consequences. They had received no pointers, no words of caution. How were they supposed to know that bar parties were completely different from welcome dinners? And how was Seungkwan supposed to know that downing so many cocktails within the hour wasn’t a good idea? Most importantly, how was Vernon supposed to know that he would meet someone like her there? Vernon groaned into his hands as he could no longer resist the flood of memories from the night before, and leaned into Seungcheol’s shoulder as he tried to recoil from his past self. “Hyung, it hurts too much to say out loud.”

“It’s okay buddy, take your time,” Seungcheol patted his head gently and called the tall server over. Vernon continued to let out unintelligible noises of regret while the senior ordered bowls for all three of them. “How are you even hungover right now? I only remember giving you one drink last night before you went off with--”

“I’m not hungover.”

“Oh. Then what are you?”

“An idiot,” Vernon mumbled through his fingers. “A big, cringy idiot.” 

Seungkwan raised his hand, looking frantically between the two boys. “Excuse me? Did I miss the reading homework? Went off with who? Last night? What? How drunk was I?!” 

“Very drunk, but that’s not why you didn’t notice Vernon’s new friend. You were a little occupied with your own conquest,” Seungcheol stage-whispered from across the table. “Honestly, you two are wild. It’s only two weeks into fall semester and you’re already out here simping.”

“Um, and? I saw you making googly eyes at several ladies last night!” The higher Seungkwan’s voice rose, the harder the rusty hammer banged inside his head. “Ow.”

“Those were just my friends who happened to be ladies! Sorry that my eyes are just naturally soft and alluring,” Seungcheol said, batting his long, dark lashes at the boy. “What were her eyes like, Vernon? I only noticed that she had a nose ring. Couldn’t really see her properly while you two were ‘talking’ in the corner...” 

“The corner! A nose ring!” Seungkwan repeated and clutched at his chest. “Tell me more.” 

“We were just talking!” Vernon finally spoke, his face stuck in an embarrassed grimace. “There’s not really much more to tell. I just know that she’s the coolest girl I’ve ever met and I’ll never meet anyone like her again.”

“What! You two were talking for like two hours! And I saw you leaving with her!” Seungcheol said a little too loudly for Vernon’s liking. The server gingerly approached their table with their orders, setting the bowls down as quickly as possible before rushing away. Vernon noted to give him a big tip when they left. “Don’t tell us that’s all.”

“I just dropped her off at her apartment and went back to the dorms,” Vernon confirmed to Seungcheol’s horror. “I really didn’t want it to be just last night.”

“So... you asked her out?” 

“No.”

“You got her number?”

“No.”

“Her Instagram? Her Twitter? Her student ID number? Do you even know her name?” 

“I already said I was an idiot,” Vernon whined. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to talk about it. But yes, I did at least get her name.”

It was the only thing he could think of since he woke up. She was the only thing he could think of since he woke up. The way her eyes had lit up while they talked about her major. The way her lips had curved into a clever smile when she told a joke. The way her small hand had fit in his as they walked to her apartment. Then, he would remember how he completely fucked it all up before he started, and his headache would return full-force. 

“Dude.” Seungcheol fixed him with a stern stare, but it was kind of hard to take him seriously when his mouth was full of noodles. “Have you never asked a girl out before?”

“You know I have! I don’t know what happened either, okay? I guess I just froze up when she looked at me… then I just went home after telling her good night.”

Seungcheol feigned a gag. “Gross. I was joking earlier, but you’re an actual simp. Hate to break it to you like this.” 

“I think it’s sweet,” Seungkwan piped up from where he comfortably rested his head on the table.

“That’s nice, Seungkwan, but ‘sweet’ isn’t gonna get either of you laid,” Seungcheol chuckled. “Vernon, your girl was clearly waiting for you to make the next move. Trust me, girls don’t just ask anyone to walk them home.”

“I didn’t want to look like a creep!” Vernon sullenly stared down at his untouched bowl of noodles. “What am I supposed to do now, hyung?”

“Yeah, lend us your wisdom, O Alluring One,” Seungkwan chanted. “You clearly have plenty of experience from the past three years. 

“Like I said, I just have a lot of friends,” Seungcheol shrugged, then suddenly checked the time on his phone. “Oh shit--  speaking of friends, I have to meet one for a study session at her apartment in 15 minutes.”

“Sounds nasty.”

“Your mom’s nasty,” Seungcheol retorted with a provocative smile. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Boo! Then maybe you’d be able to think of how to confess.”

“Uncalled for!”

He placed several bills on the table and checked his phone again. “This should be enough to cover lunch, kiddos. I wish I could help you two, but I’m booked for the rest of the day. And the week.”

“But what if I meet her again?” Vernon asked desperately. 

“Then text me! I might not reply right away though. I’ve got two classes later and then I have dinner plans--”

“Another girl I presume--”

“Shut up! I also have to go to the gym before doing… uh, doing a thing. And then I have a shift at 24H.” Seungcheol stood up and looked at the distressed boys before him, his soft eyes more affectionate than alluring. Was he like this as a freshman? He reached over to ruffle the freshmans' heads. “You two should probably leave soon, too. I’ll see y’all later!” 

And just like that, Seungcheol was gone, and Vernon was once again left without any advice from the senior. Vernon was never one for dramatics, but his personal failures felt like a gray cloud of shame hanging over him. He began to worry that he was just gonna have to live like this forever, because nothing in the world was bright enough to break through his doom and gloom (well, her smile probably could, but Vernon was never going to see that again). The fact that Seungkwan seemed like he was about to Train to Busan his ass any minute now didn’t really lift his spirits either.

Lucky for him, the universe was not going to let him give up so easily. At that moment, a boy with glaringly yellow hair and a heavy camera on his shoulder bursted through the entrance. His smile brightened when he spotted the two boys in the back and he didn’t hesitate to bound towards them, skipping right past the server welcoming him in. “Seungkwan! I knew I’d find you here.”

“Dearest Vernon, it seems we have been joined by the lovely Soonyoung hyung. Perhaps he might know the medicine we require to ease our ailments in love,” Seungkwan suddenly stood up, all signs of his hangover expertly hidden. He smiled directly into the camera lens. “Hyung, would you kindly share your wisdom with us lowly freshmen? Pray tell, how does one woo the object of their affection?”

Vernon, who was well-acquainted with Seungkwan’s antics by then, watched on in silent amusement. If anything could distract him from his internal turmoil for a moment, it was Seungkwan; even if he was just spewing nonsense. What really made him crack up though, was the way Soonyoung (that was his name, right?) was clearly trying very hard to suppress his giggles. “Um,” Soonyoung managed to  cut in breathlessly. “You know I’m not rolling, right? Also, I didn’t understand any of the words that just left your mouth, but it definitely felt like you were putting some sort of ancient curse on me. Hi, I’m Soonyoung by the way!”

Vernon introduced himself and shook Soonyoung’s hand. Seungkwan could only sigh in exasperation at Soonyoung’s lack of culture (not that he was surprised of course). The boy apparently thought it was a good fashion choice to leave his apartment wearing a tiger print button-up. “I was  asking if you could help us out with confessing to our crushes,” Seungkwan said with a roll of his eyes. 

“Ohh, that’s what you said!” Soonyoung laughed until he was keeled over, clutching his stomach. Vernon and Seungkwan could only watch him with great expectation. When the boy finally caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow, he gave the boys a very serious look. “Yeah, I haven’t gotten any since January. So you should probably ask someone else.” 

This also did not surprise Seungkwan. 

“Excuse me?” The tall server approached them again, clearly giving them his best ‘I hate working in retail’ smile. “If y’all are done eating, could you please leave? You’re disturbing the other customers.” 

“I’m eating, I’m eating!” Soonyoung smiled until his cheeks reached his eyes, a power move that he saves for occasions where he found himself in trouble, which happened more often than he’d care to admit. Once the server let them be, muttering something about not getting paid enough, Soonyoung turned his killing smile onto the two boys. “Can I have some of this? I can Venmo y’all later, I’m pretty broke right now.” 

Vernon pushed his uneaten ramen towards Soonyoung, who looked at him as if he was the sun itself. The boy carefully set down his film camera and immediately began slurping away. Vernon nodded his head towards the contraption and asked why he was carrying it around.

 “Oh, I rented it before coming to find Seungkwan. I’m thinking about making him the subject of my film project this semester, since the theater program is pretty buzzed that he’s joining this year!” Soonyoung patted the camera affectionately.

“‘Thinking about?’ I thought I was your final choice!” Seungkwan blurted. The ramen he had for lunch seemed to have finally restored some of his strength, because he no longer clutched at his temple when his voice rose.

“I said ‘most likely’ choice! I just want to keep my options open,” Soonyoung responded with great care. He didn’t want to hurt Seungkwan’s feelings, but he was definitely re-evaluating alternate subjects at the moment.  “It’s only the second week!”

“This is why you’re single,” the theater major said in a huff. “Lack of commitment!”

“Hey! I am perfectly capable of commitment. It’s the girls that don’t want to commit, ” Soonyoung said in a small voice, and looked off into the distance wistfully. “I really hope Woozi does put out a new song tonight. Maybe he’ll tweet something soon.” 

“Woozi? Who’s that?” Vernon asked. At this point, he was just looking for anything that would fend off his memories, which lingered at the edges of his mind and waited for moments of silence to bring him another fresh glass of cringe. He was pretty sure that he had experienced well above the recommended daily serving. 

“Oh, he’s a Twitch streamer from MU! I was actually gonna say if you two are really struggling in the love department, you should definitely check out his stream tonight.” Soonyoung nearly wiggled with enthusiasm. “He usually promotes songs from artists around the area, but his self-composed songs are my personal favorites. They’ve been what’s getting me through this dry spell, honestly.”

“Oh, that sounds pretty cool.” It sounded like it was right up Vernon’s alley, actually. 

Soonyoung nodded. “You listen to them and you just feel hopeful to find the kind of love he sings about. I’ll send you the link later!” 

“Underground artists? No thanks, I think I’ll stick to Eva Noblezada,” Seungkwan scoffed. “I don’t really think a stranger can help me with my problems. They don’t even know me.” 

“Oh come on, Kwan. Let’s just give it a shot!”

Even after all his grumbling, Seungkwan still sat beside Vernon at one of the desks in their dorm later that night. They had opened the link Soonyoung had sent them, and munched on some snacks while they waited for the stream to start up. Vernon waited with baited breath for his distraction to begin; he had spent most of the day attempting to wall off any thoughts of her or last night, but it was kind of difficult to think of anything else when all of his professors only droned on and on about quizzes and homework. 

When a boy with fair skin and burgundy hair came into frame, he nearly sighed in relief. The streamer appeared to be sitting in a small, dark office only illuminated by his computer screen and several pink neon signs that hung on the walls. Vernon could recognize the faint outlines of several guitars and a keyboard behind him. The boy clicked around for a while as more people joined the stream before finally waving into the camera. 

“Hi guys, welcome in! Thanks for joining Woozi’s Universe. If you’re new here, I’m Woozi and I like to write songs sometimes. If you’re an old subscriber, I’m really sorry for the long wait.  I’ve been working on a lot of projects, doing some collabs - I’ll actually be releasing one of those collabs tonight and I’m really excited for you guys to hear it. If you have any new songs you want to listen to together, go ahead and leave them in the chat!”

As soon as the stream started flowing, Vernon immediately knew why Soonyoung gave Woozi such rave reviews. The guy just had good vibes and he definitely knew his music. Vernon was hooked. Even Seungkwan, try as he might to look disinterested, couldn’t help bopping his head occasionally.

“Thanks for the subscription @chweinggum! You just helped me reach my tenth new sub for tonight, and you guys know what that means. Time for the new song! It was really fun to write this with my collaborator, so we really hope you like it!” 

After spending the past hour just vibing in Woozi’s Universe, discovering new songs and artists, Vernon had really hyped himself up to hear the streamer’s personal work. If Soonyoung’s words were true, this would be the song that would truly heal his heartache, the song that would push him to forget about the whole ordeal. He listened in anticipation as pleasant harmonies played through his laptop speakers. But as the song progressed, Vernon did not quite feel the reprieve he was hoping for. In fact, he was kind of taken aback. The lyrics… felt like they told his story. Maybe not word for word, but enough to make Vernon stare at the laptop screen with his mouth open. What kind of hocus pocus, That’s So Raven, mind reading shit was this? The song broke down the walls he had tried to build throughout the day and left him vulnerable to its strangely upbeat and energetic tune. 

He had to admit that he didn’t hate it. The cringe from his own actions did not disappear, but the song helped him focus more on the moments that made his heart flutter, the moments that incited those pesky butterflies in his stomach. They were the moments that made him so hard on himself in the first place and the reasons why it hurt so much that he messed up. She had made him feel seen. She had done everything right. And all he wanted to do was to show her that he saw her too. He just had to figure out how. 

Woozi clapped his hands loudly when the song came to an end, bringing Vernon out of his deep reverie. “And that was Pretty U by yours truly! I collaborated on it with an artist who doesn’t want to be named as of now, so I’ll just say it was great to work with such a talented person and I hope to work with them again soon! Anyway, we know the lyrics are pretty cheesy, but let’s just say it’s based on a juvenile romance! I tried capturing that giddy feeling of liking someone and wanting to tell them pretty words but losing confidence at the last second. I’m sure we’ve all been there before.”

Vernon sat up, nodding his head as if Woozi could see him. After his song scanned his soul like that, Vernon figured it wasn���t impossible.

“I know that some of my subscribers listen to me because they go through these kinds of hardships. But I wanted to say that my songs can’t fix everything. Even I go through it sometimes and I need someone to lean on. There’s actually a new thing I just found out about from a friend - ‘Dear Miss Soju’. It’s a column that they’re gonna start publishing on The Front’s website, and you can anonymously write in all your burning questions about love, relationships, or sex. So if you’re having a hard time confessing like in this song, just know that there’s someone out there to help you out!

“Since you’ll be anonymous, you can write about your heart’s deepest desires, even if it’s a little freaky. Yes, I’m talking to you, user @callmesoon, please stop trying to tell me about your sex life. Anyway, I’ll put the email in the description for anyone that’s interested!” Woozi paused to laugh at several of the comments. “No guys, The Front does not sponsor me. But I can tell you about a company that does sponsor me. Hello Fresh--”  

Seungkwan closed the laptop and sighed. “Well, that didn’t help me at all. Soonyoung hyung said this Woozi guy was gonna make me feel better, but now he’s just telling us to spilll all our secrets to some other stranger. What a scam! Right, Vernon? Vernon?”

By the time Seungkwan turned to look at his friend, Vernon was already writing his second draft for his email. The boy sighed again. Maybe he could give it a shot.

The next morning, Joohyun opened up her laptop to find thirteen emails in her inbox. She smiled. 

Now she could get to work.

#caratwritersclub #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen college au #woozi scenarios #woozi #s.coups scenarios #s.coups #vernon scenarios #vernon chwe #seungkwan scenarios #hoshi scenarios #hoshi #seungkwan #pour.up #soju.queen #dj.woozi #cherry.red #chewing.gum #theater.kid #lone.tiger

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*cross posted on Wattpad*

First story

*This is a alternate version of the main show*

We all know how this story goes, Midoriya is born quirkless, gets bullied by his childhood friend for 10 years. He saves Bakugou from suffocating in slime after All might stepped on his dream, All Might changes his mind, offers his quirk and then trains Midoriya for the entrance exam, he gets in and then his story begins.

In the main story, Most of Izukus life was spent being picked on and bullied by peers and so called friends, with no one not even his own mother believing in his dream.

What if that were to change?

What if someone did believe in him?

What if at one point he gained a brother who helped him through thick and thin?

This is that story. A story of two brothers related in all but blood going on a journey to become hero's together. Watch as the bond they have moves mountains and see how far they go for one another in the events of their life.

Watch as they become the symbol of hope: Deku

and the symbol of change: Black Light

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Heroic duo

Chapter 1

Childhood beginnings

"Not all men are created equal." that was the sad truth of the world I learned at the age of four.

One day the world had changed, after a baby started to glow brightly it was the  first recorded citing of a superpower, soon enough more and more people have ended up developing these gifts and 200 years later, superpowers became the norm. 80% of the population had developed superpowers called quirks and with them a new profession, Hero's. like all kids my age I wanted nothing more than to be a hero unfortunately....

"Sorry kid it isn't going to happen."

"Im sorry Izuku!!"

"Didn't you hear, he's..."

Quirkless, I became one of the 20% who don't develop a quirk. The door to my dream was locked before I could even open it, as for my friend Katsuki Bakugou, who I call Kacchan...

"You really are useless, deku." A ash blond said to a downed green haired boy with pops coming out of his hands.

He became my number one tormentor, I should have told mom but after dad left us she has been working hard for the both of us to live a comfortable life, not to mention that Mitsuki Bakugou is Kacchan mother and her best friend since college.

So I didn't say anything as to not burden her more than I already do and for two years I will have endured beatings, bruises, cuts and burns from my former friend.

I thought that was how my life was going to be, just a useless deku with a too big dream.

Then that day happened.

It was the afternoon in Musutafu, Japan and school just got out, at a nearby park five children were near a sand pit, three kids were standing just outside the pit with an ash blond standing in front of the trio while a green haired boy with green eyes had his arms in front of him, standing in-front of a brunette girl with brown eyes who is on the floor rubbing a bruised cheek from the hit she took from the blond.

"Stop it Kacchan! Can't you see she hurt!"  Said the green eyed boy trying to protect the girl.

"She thinks she can be a hero like me with a weak quirk like that!! She had it coming, Deku!" The ash blond now known as Kacchan says, while the girl starts to tear up a bit from the rude boys words.

The green haired boy now known as Deku gets angry at his old friend, he doesn't know why and probably never will but he instinctively responds back to the blonds cruel words.

"Who cares if her quirk is weak right now! If she trains hard it can be a great quirk, and      m-maybe she'll be a b-better hero than y-you!!"

There were four reactions that took place from that statement.

One being from the girl who looked up in astonishment and a bit of gratitude.

The two lackeys of the ash blond who can't believe that useless Deku yelled at Bakugou.

Deku himself, who just realized what he just said is slowly losing the confidence before his outburst,

And Bakugou himself who had veins sprouting around his face slowly, hair covering his eyes and shaking in quickly building fury.

Knowing whats about to come from the volatile blond, Deku backs up a bit to the girl and kneels on a knee, while picking up some sand discreetly

"Listen, go get some h-help while I distract him I'll be fine but he might focus back on you if your still here." Deku says with what ever confidence he has left.

The girl was about to protest but then saw the look in his emerald eyes and reluctantly agreed.

Deku smiled a little knowing she didn't want to leave him alone so attempts to reassure her.

"D-Don't worry I-I'll be f-fine" while giving wide shaky smile before turning back around to the sounds of popping.

"Why?" Barely above a whisper from the blond

"Why?" louder this time with explosions popping starting to pop from his hands faster and faster.

"WHY DOES A USELESS DEKU LIKE YOU THINK YOUR BETTER THAN ME!?!?" He yells before charging at the green and brown eyed children.

"RUN!!" Deku yells just before throwing the sand into Kacchans face, blinding him temporarily and catching his ire, while the girl gets up and runs fast trying to look for her parents to gets some help.

Meanwhile the two lackeys grab either arm of the greeny to hold him down for their boss, waiting until he clears the sand from his eyes.

Once Kacchan cleans the sand and can see, his pupils dilate as they zero in on deku and charge at him again and with uncontrolledly rage, he hits him with an explosion right in the chest above the heart, blasting Deku out of the lackeys hold and onto his back, with a new hole in his shirt. The blast could be heard all over the park.

While fading out of consciousness, footsteps can be heard running towards him all he can think about was that he successfully got the girl away from harm.

(??? Pov)

A minute earlier....

"How did I fall for such a obvious scam" I say to myself while walking past a park, just a couple of minutes ago I was talking with a guy who was asking for directions for a specific store, he was unbelievable vague and this distracted me long enough for his buddy to rob me with his quirk and get away. as I walk by the gate to the park a girl crashes into me, knocking both of us over, I was a knocked on my back while I can only assume the girl was as well from the soft "ow" that I heard

"Im so so sorry!" she apologizes loudly while offering to help me up.

"It's fine, why are you in such a rush?" I grunt out as I accept the help up.

She was about to say before we heard a loud "BOOM" coming from the park, we here this and she then freezes on the spot, before bolting to the sounds origins. I was both concerned and confused about what just happened so I ran after hoping to gain an answer.

I was not prepared for what I saw next.

I saw a green haired boy my age on the ground with smoke coming of his chest, the girl is freaking out above him trying to see what she can do before turning to the right to see a angry blond with a grin shouting at the unconscious boy before walking over menacingly with smoke coming from his hands.

Acting quick I pull on the shadow from a nearby bench and made a circular shield before sliding in between the two people, blocking the EXPLOSION?!? EXCUSE ME WHAT?!? The angry blond seemed surprised seeing that he didn't hit the two behind me. I stand to my full height, as I am a little taller and put away the shield.

"Now I don't know what happened and personally I don't care but can you please leave them alone or do I have to use force?" For added effect I absorbed some shadows, then made it into a giant broadsword with an eire purple glow, with one of my eyes having a purple glow, I then hung the sword over my shoulder, while glaring at the three in front of me.

Needless to say it worked, the two behind the blond with smug expressions prior to me showing up are now turning heel and running away, the blond however clicks his teeth dissatisfied with the outcome before walking away.

After getting rid of my sword I turn around and  see the girl with tears in her eyes about to rip a piece of her shirt for the green boy.

"Hey, you don't need to do that I got some spare clothes in my bag." She stops what shes doing and proceeds to help me tear a T-shirt from my bag. After wrapping the guy up, she floats the green haired boy and brought him to the bench where we lay him down, there was a bit of a silence before she spoke up finally.

"He was hurt cause of me" she said just above a whisper, I let her continue since she seemed to need to get it out of her system.

"I was punched by that blond guy from before, he p-pushed me down and started saying things, how I wouldn't be a hero with my quirk, then he showed up" she was starting to tear up again.

"He got in front of him, he defended me and helped me run away so I can get help." She says the tears coming faster now her voice starting to shake.

"If I knew that blond guy would have done this I would have stayed, I wouldn't have let him got him hurt because of me and n-now h-he's.." she was openly crying now I didn't know what to do so I just went up to her and gave a hug, she froze at first but then just let everything out, after a bit she calmed down and pulled away, looking back at the boy who helped her

"Its not your fault, you know" I spoke up finally. She turned to look at me and I took that as a sign to continue.

"Look I don't know either of you but from how you reacted to finding him hurt in the first place I can honestly says that this was not something you could have known, if anyone is to blame its the blond guy's fault, for doing this in the first place." I finish talking hoping that she will take my words to heart, from the slight nod of her head I can only assume she understood.

"My name is Ochako Uraraka, by the way thanks for helping us." She says with a small smile.

"Well its nice to meet you Uraraka my name is-" I was interrupted by a small groan, turning back we see the green boy starting to wake up.

(3rd person POV)

As Midoriya wakes up, he slowly gets his senses back, which left him groaning when he started feeling pain again and as he opens his eyes he is first see brown eyes blinking down at him.

'Kacchan's eyes aren't brown' he thinks to himself. He then tries to sit up only to wince in pain before lying back down as Midoriya looks at his surroundings he realizes he's not only on a park bench but also has two people in front of him, one the short brown hair and eyed girl that he defended from before and another one being a boy he has never seen before. He was a bit taller than Midoriya , with a bit of a round face and a dark skin tone with hair split down the middle with white on the right and black on the left, the most noticeable part were his eyes which seem to be purple on one side and light blue on the other with a bit of bags underneath. Midoriya being the intelligent human being he breaks the silence in the most eloquent way possible.

"Uhhh.... Hi."

The next thing Midoriya know Uraraka hugs him, now if this was a un-injured Midoriya he would have froze from his brain not processing physical affection from people other than his mother. Sadly, this Midoriya is injured and as such he winces from pain on contact which causes Uraraka to pull back and start apologizing while flailing her arms, with Midoriya saying its alright. After that comedic scene Midoriya decides to ask the million dollar questions.

"Uh.. sooo, who are you guys and what happened after I passed out?" izuku asks too confused by his situation to care about his anxiety.

"My name is Ochako Uraraka and this is.."

Midoriya look over to the boy as he starts talking.

"My name is Felix Richmond, she kinda crashed into me while running out the park, we then heard a big boom and she ran inside, I followed her a bit after, I took care of the blond guy and then we ripped one of my shirts and wrapped it around your burn, we moved you to the bench and we were just waiting for you to wake up." He finishes explaining.

"We were worried after you got knocked out but you woke up so at least we know you'll be okay." Uraraka says her tone going from worried to happy mid-sentence.

"Also thanks for saving me from that blond guy..." she pauses realizing she doesn't know his name.

"Oh I-I'm M-Midoriya Izuku" he says a bit shakily.

"Well it's nice to meet you both, but I feel like we should get going since it almost evening" Richmond says while pointing at the sky.

'Oh no mom/my parents are gonna kill me' went through both Midoriya's and Uraraka's mind as they internally panicked.

"Uraraka why don't you get home, I can help Midoriya here get home, since I doubted you can move all that well." Richmond says first addressing Uraraka before switching his attention to Midoriya who is startled by the offer, he was going to reject...

"Before you say anything I don't have to worry about my p-parent so you either agree and I piggy back you to your home or I princess carry you, if you don't agree." Richmond says with the last part stated with a smirk.

Midoriya, who would definitely be a strawberry if he was princess carried, nodded in defeat, saying their goodbyes to Uraraka and a promise to meet up again at a later date the two boy head onwards to Midoriya's place, it was silent till Richmond asked a question.

"So why did you do it?” Richmond asked.

"Why, what?" Asked Izuku confused by the question.

"Why did you protect her, from what she told me, you were nowhere near involved in the one sided fight so why did you help?" Richmond says.

Midoriya thinks about it before speaking again "I don't know, I guess my legs moved on there own, one second I was looking at her being pushed the next thing I knew I'm standing up to Kacchan and his friends." Midoriya finishes upset now realizing his old friend is the one who scared him.

"Kacchan?!" Richmond asked surprised such a cute name was given to someone so aggressive.

"T-thats the nickname I gave him, I couldn't pronounce his name when we were younger so I called him that, his name is Katsuki Bakugou, we are- were friends but that was before he got his quirk." Midoriya finishes once again lamenting the lose of his old friend.

Richmond in a attempt to lighten the mood jokes. "And let me guess he's a mean dandelion jealous of your quirk?" Richmond says hoping it worked.

It didn't.

"I actually don't have a quirk." Midoriya says in a soft whisper, if he wasn't on Richmonds back he probably wouldn't have been heard, but Richmond hearing Midoriya regrets the joke instantly, and says something that shocks Midoriya.

"And whats wrong with being quirkless?" Richmond ask.

Midoriya who was still a bit upset answered "Since I'm quirkless, I can't become a hero." Tears starting to well up.

"You saved Uraraka today, so I think you already are a hero." Richmond answer backs.

"Do you really think I can be a hero?" Midoriya asks, hoping beyond hope he gets the answer he was waiting for.

"Definitely." Richmond says, unknowingly opening the floodgates that are Midoriya's tear ducts.

Midoriya was overwhelmed by emotion and could only feel gratitude to the split haired person for giving him some form of hope.

After calming down they finally arrived at Midoriya's house knocking on the door, upon opening it the worried mother see a peculiar site of a child holding her baby on their back with a bag worn on the front of their body.

After some explaining of what happened, Why it happened, who caused it, and some waterfalls from both Midoriya's 'is this genetic?' Richmond thinks before the conversation switches to him.

"Thank you for helping him." The Elder Midoriya says while giving a hug to Felix who flinches slightly before relaxing again.

"It's no problem Miss Midoriya." Richmond reply's awkwardly patting the back of the women.

"You can just call me Inko." She says as she pulls herself back from the hug.

"But I can't help but ask, don't you need to go back to your home, it's getting rather late." She asks the innocent question.

Richmond's freezing doesn't go unnoticed by the Midoriya's, as he looked down at his hands he starts to remember everything he escaped from, the beatings, yells, him begging for it to stop, the crash.

"I-I d-don't h-have a-a ho-me." Richmond says still looking down, tears start going down his face.

Inko shocked by the once smiling teen froze for a moment, in that moment only Midoriya moves to start hugging the boy.

Richmond caught of guard by the hug flinches a bit but quickly returns it letting the tears flow, finally dropping his guard and relaxing slightly, he was still on edge but the Midoriya’s were very....... calming to the split haired teen.

"You can stay with us if you want." Midoriya says after a while. Surprised by his words, Richmond looks at Izuku before directing his gaze to Inko, who just smiles softly and nods to the unasked question.

Allowing himself a small smile Felix looks back to Izuku and says "I guess that makes us brothers now." He says before getting two hugs on either side of him, laughing at how his life changed in a minute.

No one knew that the two boys would grow up to become something greater than themselves.

But where's the fun in that right?

#bnha #fanfic #my fic #wattpad #bnha oc #not entirely focused on OC #everyone gets attention #Izuocha #oc likes puns

[jungkooks-tea]

Straight to the Pointe I pt. 1 (M)

After working years to place yourself in the best academy for the arts you struggle to find the same love for ballet you once had under the intense pressure and blinding lights of the industry. The balance is almost impossible and with cocky hip-hop dancer, Jeon Jungkook, always around showing you another world entirely, you aren’t sure what you want anymore.

- Pairing: hiphop!jungkook x ballet!reader (small side Jiminxreader) 

- Word Count: 6.7k

- Genre: College!Au (kinda, arts school), eventual smut, cute romance

- Warnings: multiple smut scenes, really simple dance talk, industry abuse, eating disorder, no beta reader

- A/N: This fic was inspired by that one video of Jimin, Hoseok, and Jungkook dancing to those three different songs (you the know where Yoongi jumps in for a hot sec), and my love for ballet. This is my first ever BTS fanfic I’ve posted so please let me know what you think, thx <3</p>

Pt. 1 I 2 I

part one

“Shit…fuck,” you grumble, scowling at the small tear in your tights. You stared at the light pink hosiery’s fray that landed at the side of your calf, hoping that it was your eyes playing tricks on you. But no, as your finger brushed along it, careful to not do more damage, you could feel your skin underneath. “Fucking goddamit.”

You couldn’t think of the last time you tore your tights. You’ve always made sure to take extra time putting them on and taking them off, aware that the fabric was easy to succumb to a sharp nail or too much stretch. It was Ballet 101. But here you were, in the back area of the changing room, staring at the exposed flesh of your leg – hating past you for clearly doing something wrong the last time you wore the tights, a mere two days ago. Did you scrape against the bar? Did your bag’s zipper snap at it? Did you simply not notice it prior and it’s been there for much longer? The latter thought made you slightly dizzy. You reached for your bag, praying that you packed an extra pair.

“Y/N?”

Looking up you stared up into the soft brown eyes of Mina. She looked at you with slight worry, noticing your urgent bag rummaging. “You okay? You seem panicked?”

You pulled your hands out of your brown bag, knowing that you weren’t going to find any damn back-up tights. Night before you noticed that you bag was too bulky and unappealing, causing you to quickly shuffle out any non-essentials to downsize your load and up the ballet-minimalist effect. Apparently, back-up tights were too bulky in your mind back then. “Dumbass,” you thought.

“U-um,” you paused, taking a look around the rest of the dressing room. No one else seemed to be looking your way, busy with putting on their own tights or perfecting their bun. “Here, look.” Pushing out your calf you exposed the small – barely three-inch – tear. Mina looked down, squinting her eyes to better focus on the leg. Few seconds later she met your eyes with the same panic you had inside.

“Do you have a spare?” she whispered, looking over to your bag. She looked like she had a small twitch, her body reacting in a way that made it seem that she wanted to rummage through the zippered bag too.

“No,” you hushed back, “I removed my others a couple days ago. I’m so fucking stupid.” You clutched at your pinned-back head, groaning to yourself in self-pity.

Barely a minute went by before you noticed Mina quickly going through her own bag – also trying to not draw attention to the situation. “I’ll see if I have my other pair,” she murmured. 

This is why you loved Mina. She wasn’t like every other Prima Ballerina wannabe bitch who would laugh in your face if they noticed your attire fluke. She genuinely cared for others and wanted the best for everyone. You noticed that the day you met her at orientation, she smiled at everyone and cared little for the enormous amount of competition that came out of people in this program. Instead of stepping on people with her pointe shoes she was the angel who would help you get back up – with a graceful hand while at it. A true diamond in the rough.

Mina looked back at you with a grim look, tucking her nonexistent stray hair bend her ear – a nervous habit. “Sorry Y/N… I don’t have mine either.”

Well this was just perfect.

You gave a grateful smile to Mina; the only person you know you could ask for help in this room. “Well,” you looked down at your torn tight once again before reaching past to tie up your fairy pink shoes, “let’s go.” Following the majority of the other girls, you left the dressing room heading to one of the many practice rooms at the Minji Seoul, Academy for the Arts.

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You stood at bar with Mina to your left, completing warmups that your mind didn’t even have to process. After years of ballet and hours and hours of warmups your body went into a robotic mode that gave you the ability and finish quickly and efficiently. Flex. Point. Shift. Flex. Point. Shift. Trying to go unnoticed, you did go one rep less on your right side, quick to go back to your left to hide your tights from the classes view.

Mina followed suit, smiling gently at you in hopes to calm your nerves and encourage you to ignore the problem. She probably believed that the less you stressed about it, the less obvious the error would be.

“She’s probably right,” you thought. “I need to stop stressing, they’re just tights. I’m sure Ms –

“Wow, Y/N aren’t you brave.”

Lifting your eyes from the bar you turned towards the voice. Dressed in the standard leotard and tights stood Jihyun – smirk plastered on her face. “I’m sure Ms. Younghee will be very impressed.”

You did your best to hide your scowl. Pausing your stretch, you faced Jihyun fully, hands on hips. If there was anyone you would have not wanted to see your attire error was this bitch.

You and Jihyun grew up in the same town and attended the same dance schools since you were both three. When you were promoted to pointe, she was too. If you entered a competition, you knew for sure she would sign up too. If you won one day, she would win the next. Some said the competition was good, that’s how you both ended up in Seoul, dancing and learning in the best art academy in all of Korea. But you would much rather eat the lost-and-found dance shoes than see anything good in being the same presence as she. Unlike Mina, Jihyun was an ugly winner and even worse loser. She would gladly push anyone out of her way to be on top. Even if that means pointing out small flaws.

Jiyhun smirked at you, trailing her small eyes down your entire body before landing on the cursed tear. “I’m just saying,” she started, “you’re really brave to think Ms. Younghee won’t notice your ugly attire. I heard she cursed a girl out of the room for tying her laces the wrong way one year.” You subconsciously moved your right leg behind your other. In the corner of your eye you saw Mina look down at her own laces.

About to make your retort – to show Jihyun whats-what – you were quickly stopped by the sound of room’s door opening. Shutting your mouth quickly you and everyone else turned towards the woman entering the room – Ms. Younghee.

Younghee Suwa was a legend in the dance world. She was a Prima Ballerina back in her younger days and danced all over the world in every famous hall, taking on some of the most prestigious solos. Girls and boys in the ballet industry dreamed of being – or something even close to – her one day. However, a tragic accident on stage – a horrible misstep – broke her foot causing her to give up her young and famous days of dance. Now she, in her late 50s, teaches at Minji – picking out the best and tearing down the rest.

You have seen Ms. Younghee in various magazines and videos but you were still taken back by her beauty at such an age. Her tight face – though frowning – was still incredibly beautiful, the red lipstick contrasting with her pale face. She gave off an aura that made you think of drill sergeant. There was no room for mistake in her presence.

��Take position.”

At her two words the room scrambled. Every girl who wasn’t already there looking for a place at bar. You gave out a breath of relief, happy that you and Mina were already holding onto the bar in the farther corner of the room – Jihyun had to rush herself away from you two to find her own spot.

Ms. Younghee walked over to the small stereo in the room as the room got into first position – deathly silence taking over. She tapped the small right button on the machine. In a minor crescendo, the room was taken over by beautiful music.

It had begun.

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You watched the sweat on a small girl’s neck float down to her collarbone. She was clearly out of breath, and you hoped for her that she could hold out for the last 10 minutes of class. In all honesty you hoped you could too.

Throughout class your mind kept taking you to the small tear on your tights. Every time Ms. Younghee looked your direction you prayed that she wouldn’t look down and scold you. But the entire lesson was almost over, and she hadn’t uttered a word. Perhaps, you would get away with this.

Mid-arabesques the music stopped. Quickly going back to both feet you and the rest looked over to Younghee who stood in the middle of the room.

“I assume you are aware just how rigorous this school is. How rigorous I am.” She looked around the room, making each person feel small. “This program is not for everyone, but I assume that because you were able to get past the initial entrance you feel empowered,” she took a breathe. “But I want to ensure you that more than half of you are not cut out for this, that most of you will be out of this program by the end of this year.” The girls around you looked startled, even Mina. You, on the other hand, expected this.

With a small sigh Ms. Younghee picked off a nonexistent piece of lint from her black long sleeve. “Dismissed.” The class erupted in small claps, thanking her for the lesson.

Ready to make your way to the door with Mina, you were stopped by the raised hand of Younghee.

“Also,” she paused. “I thought it was safe to assume this, but I must let you know,” she looked you in the eye, dark grey eyes seeming to stare into your soul. “I do not tolerate any kind of attire contortion.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. “This is my first and only warning.”

Girls were quick to say Yes, Ms. Younghee before making their way out of the room. You on the other hand had to take several large intakes of air. You could just feel the smirk on Jihyun’s face. Mina, the angel, put her hand on your back in comfort, though you don’t think it could stop your racing heart even a little.

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“Wow,” Mina breathed out. “Can’t believe we actually survived. I literally thought my heart was going to stop every time she looked in my direction.”

You nodded in agreement, stomach still lurching due to the last statement Younghee made clearly at you before you were released. Mina must have noticed your sour scowl on your face. She understood that you put so much pressure on yourself. So much pressure to be perfect and this tights fuck up was not the way you wanted to debut yourself to Younghee. That woman could literally make or break your career as a dancer.

“Hey,” Mina inquired, “You wanna come with me to another studio?  I have a friend from Busan who is also studying here, said he’s usually out of practice by five on Mondays.” She checked her phone, catching the 4:35 time in the corner.

“Busan? Did he dance at the same studio as you?” You didn’t outright agree to go. Actually, you wanted to grab a quick bite before rushing back to the dance studio to have some solo practice. You noticed that you shook a little during your pirouettes - you had no time nor room for mistakes.

Mina shook her head and gave a quizzed look. “Ah, well, not technically. Jimin is kind of an overall dancer. Started off in ballet and then went more contemporary with lyrical and then—"

You stopped mid step, looking at Mina with a shocked face. “Wait, Jimin? As in Park Jimin? You know him?” Park Jimin was a serious up-and-coming dancer. He’s appeared in a couple magazines and you have even seen in him in competitions – just never really spoken to him. He was an incredible dancer with sensual moves – for ballet - that provoked the audience while also being graceful and humble to the stage. Seeing him live was like watching a great artist paint a masterpiece.

You knew he attended Minji – as most hopeful up-and-coming dancers and artists did – but had no idea that Mina had such connections. He was an upperclassman and took special solo lessons that were mostly reserved to third or fourth years, truly exceptional. “Do you know him personally well?”

A pretty blush hit Mina’s cheeks as she pushed that non-existent hair back. “I mean a little, we did dance together when we younger for a while, but then he went off to lyrical and study abroad once we hit middle school. I reached out when I told him I was auditioning for Minji and he said he’d want to meet up sometime after the semester started… if I got in.” She laughed a little at the end before looking up at you, “So you wanna come with me?”

Confliction ran in your mind. As much as you just wanted to go grab a small dinner and run back to the studio, you honestly couldn’t bring yourself to saying no to meeting the Park Jimin.

“Sure,” you answered, “what studio?”

“I think he’s in studio H in the Sei building.”

“Sei building?”

“Ya, it’s for the hip-hop dancers.”

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The walk to the Sei building was rather long. It was well across campus, allowing it to almost speak for itself of the great difference between the ballet sector and the other sectors – as many other dancers called it. Minji had started off solely as a school for ballet before times of change forced it to open its doors to all kinds of different art forms: culinary, fashion, composition, and more dance forms. However, ballet remained as it’s front runner. Competing very well with schools in countries such as Russia and America. Hip-hop you guess was just a way to get more money coming through the doors by people who wanted maybe to become a background dancer for music videos in the future? Maybe?

You weren’t shy to admit that you knew next to nothing about hip-hop. It was a wild dance in your mind and was nothing like your preferred precise form of movement. You couldn’t imagine what Park Jimin was doing there.

“I think this is it, Jimin said it had big windows.”

You stopped and looked up towards the three-story building. It’s modern look showed that it was clearly a newer building – especially compared to the ballet’s rustic and brick style buildings with vine greenery surrounding it. This structure was bright and open, allowing natural light to enter the rooms you could look into from the entrance. You envied it a little, it would be nice to dance in such open and light space, not in the basement lit by fluorescents.

Mina began her way up the stairs, grasping her bag to ensure it was secured. “Let’s go.”

The two of you entered the building easy enough. The hallway welcomed you to interesting art on the light blue walls and upbeat music drafting in from a couple of the rooms that you guessed were the different studios. You had the urged to peek a little to see what type of people it collected, but Mina kept walking causing you to follow suit.

“It’s a lot different from our studio, ya?” you nodded in agreement looking over towards the various trophies in the cases on the left side of the hall. While the ballet studio held way more, you admitted that the number of shiny molds was impressive too.

The two of you travelled in silence for the rest of the way until you both reached a door with a small gold colored plaque reading Studio H. Loud music was pouring out of the door, lyrics that you didn’t quite understand kept up with the beat strongly – English maybe?  

Quietly Mina began to open the door, allowing the already loud music hit both of you full force. Clearly these rooms were pretty sound proof… just not quite enough. Following Mina through the door you stopped shortly past the entrance of the room.

You were greeted with back of dancing figure. Clearly, he hadn’t noticed your entrance, either because the music was too loud to hear the door was just to engrossed in his solo. You couldn’t blame him; his fast movements were sharp and figured yet also loose enough to seem unforced. You didn’t know a thing about hip-hop, but you could tell he was really getting into his work.

“Ah,” Mina gasped. “That’s not Jimin. Maybe he gave me the wrong room number,” Mina whispered, barely audible due to the music. “Let’s get out of here before–”

“Oh, hey?”

The two of you looked up to look at the man who stopped dancing – probably finally noting your presence in the large mirror he was dancing in front of. He jogged over to turn off the music before facing you and Mina again – she went straight for her nervous habit. You weren’t any better. There was really nothing worse than interrupting a practice or dance. It was extremely rude in the ballet company – unless of course you had a greater status like Younghee. This was downright embarrassing.

“A-Ah, sorry w-we were just looking for Park Jimin-hyung,” Mina stuttered, “he said he would be in this studio. So very sorry we didn’t mean–”

“Ah, you looking for Jimin?” The man said, pushing back his slightly sweat damped caramel colored hair with a smile. You were a little taken back by just how handsome this guy was – friendly too. Didn’t you just interrupt him? But he was just all smiles as he puffed his loose, green T-shirt a little to cool down. “Sorry,” he started, “I took this room from him today, like the view, you know?” He looked over towards the large window left to the mirrored wall. “He’s in studio D-2 upstairs.”

“Oh really, ah, sorry for interrupting you,” you apologized. He shook his head still smiling, showing his cute dimples in the corners of his mouth.

“Hey, no problem, more of my fault anyway for stealing the room.” You smiled meekly back, not sure what to say next. “I was just about done here anyway, want me to walk you guys up?”

“Oh, that’s not really—"

“Thanks, we would appreciate that,” Mina said, looking at you with a smile.

“Cool, let me grab my bag really quick.”

You watched as the man walked off towards the other end of the room. “He’s rather friendly,” you whispered to Mina.

“Not everyone is like prima ballerinas, Y/N.”

You nodded in agreement. A few moments later the man was next to you two again as you made your way out of the room.

After taking a quick drink of water from his personal bottle, the man looked at both you – his height margin forcing him to look down slightly. “My names Jung Hoseok by the way – I’m a third-year.”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself. His name sounded vaguely familiar, but you weren’t sure from where.

“Mina, we’re first years. Nice to meet you.”

“Ah you’re Mina, Jimin was talking about you just today.” This caused Mina to blush and pull a non-existent hair behind her ear. “You both from Busan?” She nodded.

The distance to the second floor didn’t take long to cover and soon you were in front of a new door – music also blasting from it. Not bothering to knock, Hoseok walked in, holding the door for the two of you to follow.

There were two figures this time in the room, both in sync as they flowed with the music in a way that was different compared to Hoseok’s own more robotic dance just a few moments ago. The music coming from the speaker was much more robust and heavy - causing the room to almost pound in vibration.

Park Jimin, you recognized immediately through the reflection in the mirror. His dirty blonde hair shifting with each fast-paced movement. Although you’ve seen him dance live – ballet and to very different music – he was truly something else to witness up-close.

About to turn to watch the other dancer, your senses were interrupted by Hoseok’s voice.

“Hey Jimin! I got Mina with me!”

Stopping, in what you imagined would be a soon to be step sequence, Jimin looked backwards towards the three of you. Beautiful and bright smile popping upon his face, “Mina!”

You couldn’t help but be a little envious of Mina in this exact moment. Not only did she know the Park Jimin, they seemed to be familiar with each other too. Though with how much she was blushing, others would guess that Mina was nowhere familiar with the popular dancer either.

Doing a light jog towards the door, Jimin huffed a little. “Sorry about telling you to meet me in Studio H, Hoseok-hyung is rather picky” – mentioned man gave a yah! – “about what room he practices in, so I agreed to switch.”

Watching Mina giggle and say it was okay, you turned back to the other figure in the room. He was dressed in all black with white shoes still going hard in his movements even after his dance partner left. His dark brown hair fluffed up with his quickly added jumps and swift head turns. You didn’t get a good look at his face – slightly blurred by his fast movements – before noticing a voice talking to you.

“You must be Y/N, right?” It was your turn to feel a little heated as you noticed it was Jimin speaking to you. You quickly nodded your head, hoping you didn’t look like a fool.

Fuck you thought. I look like shit right now.

While you never thought of yourself to be unattractive, you noted that your attire – that you didn’t even think of when agreeing to come along with Mina – was less than appealing. Grey heavy sweats and a pull-over didn’t exactly do well for your figure nor self-esteem when faced with a man as beautiful as Park Jimin. Said man was doing wonders on the eye with his lightly loose long-sleeved shirt and fitted black pants. You’ve seen his thighs in tights but being this close to him gave you a much greater insight. You really tried to not ogle.

“Your solo at Changwon last spring was really great, I was able to attend the second day of the competition and saw you perform.” You held your breath. You honestly couldn’t believe that he remembered you – you hadn’t even known he has been there. “Heard you received one of the highest scores ever given by Kim Eun.” Even Mina looked at you with a shocked face at that last comment.

“Ah, well, I think she was just being generous that day.”

Jimin laughed a little. It was bright and cheerful and really something you wanted to hear again and again. “I don’t think so, you must have really—” he stopped and turned around finally seeming to remember the other person in the room who was still dancing. “Hey Jungkook, don’t be rude, get over here.”

‘Jungkook’ stopped quickly enough, turning around to look towards Jimin and the rest of you – allowing you to finally get a good look at him. And wow. This guy put almost every dancer in your own department to shame. With his beautiful tan skin, tall stature, and, even though you couldn’t see it under his loose clothes, you’d imagine a lean body. Where the hell are they finding these guys? In less than an hour of being in the Hip-hop sector you have meet some of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen in your young adult life.

You watched as he put his hands in the pockets of his black sweats before walking up to the four of you coolly. Hoseok clapped a hand on his shoulder as he arrived by his side. “This is Jeon Jungkook. First year and an okay dancer,” Hoseok said, ending with a laugh.  

“Still kick your ass at Dance-Dance Revolution any day though Hyung,” the younger man replied with a smirk – earning him a slap to his stomach from his fellow dancer.

“It was one fucking time you brat, and you picked a girls groups song – that’s like your freaking specialty.”

You watched as they both laughed in good nature, clearly the age difference didn’t create much of a gap in the relationship, if one at all.

Jimin laughed along too before speaking. “Jungkook is also from Busan, Mina. Dang, everyone from Busan must be wanting to follow my lead, ya?”

“What lead? You’re a wishy-washy has been,” Jungkook chuckled, moving out of the way from Jimin’s not-swift-enough kick to his shins.

While the rest of the group laughed, you were honestly shocked at this first year’s comments. While you weren’t as soft spoken and nice as Mina you knew when and with whom to hold your tongue. And to think that this hip-hop dancer thought he could call Jimin wishy-washy was honestly boiling your blood. He had no idea what the hell he was talking about.

“Hyung you done for today?”

“Ya, I’m going to head out,” Jimin said with a smile. “Going to get something to eat with these two.”

It was at this point that Jungkook finally looked in your direction. He looked you up and down quickly before meeting your eyes and raising a brow. You gave him the same look back, silently crossing your arms as if to hide… something?

“You want to come?” Hoseok added a me too after Jimin’s invite.

Jungkook looked conflicted for a quick second, as if pondering if he wanted to practice for a while longer before eventually nodding his head in agreement. “As long as you’re not making me pay.”

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The five you walked out of the Sei building at a leisure pace. Mina and Jimin were having a conversation up ahead about middle school from what you could hear and Hoseok was talking rather loudly on his phone to someone you didn’t know. This left you with the cocky fellow first year walking alongside you. Although he was incredibly attractive, you wouldn’t say you were very lucky. You were still mad at about his comment towards Jimin

“So, you a prima ballerina or something?” His voice caught you off guard for a hot second. You honestly didn’t expect him to speak to you.

“How do you know I do ballet?” you questioned, shifting your bag over to your other shoulder. Not only did you hate it when people called you a prima ballerina, but he had said it with such a tone that you got a little red.

“Well your bun is about as tight as a screwed lid and you look like this light breeze could push you over,” Jungkook commented, taking out his phone to looks at his texts and other notifications nonchalantly.

Stuttering for half a step at his comments you snapped your head up at him, angrier than you had been before. While the hair comment was probably true – no room for a misplaced hair in ballet – the comment associated with your weight was very unwelcomed. Yes, you were light, maybe a little too light for your height, but you had to be… you had to be.

He didn’t seem to notice your anger or the burning of your cheeks. Or he did notice and chose not to comment. You chose to hold you tongue too.

“Hey, you cool with going to Jin’s?” that comment had come from Jimin who has apparently stopped along with Mina to wait for you both – Hoseok still on the phone a little ahead. You were glad to pick up your step to meet them.

Jungkook, still apparently unaware of the way his comments affected you, caught up as well before nodding at Jimin. “Sounds good.”

“Who’s Jin?” Mina questioned.

Jimin answered, “He’s a friend who graduated from the culinary program last year. His start-up restaurant is just a little way off campus – really good food.”

You and Mina both nodded in understanding, before walking again. This time you made sure to walk with Mina.

Less than 10 minutes later you were faced with a quaint red brick restaurant. Its modern signage reading Odeng. You raised your eyebrow at that.

“It’s the name of his sugar-glider. He loves that thing,” Hoseok said, answering your unspoken question. You nodded before going through the door that was held by Jimin, he really was a true gentleman.

You were a little shocked by just how crowded the restaurant was. It was nearly packed and was bustling with a nice hum of conversation and light music. This was a startup? Seemed like an old bustling business.

Hoseok walked up to the short hostess telling her how many of you were in the group and if Jin was in. The rest of you waited behind him, waiting as she grabbed some menus before following her further into the restaurant.

She guided you to a round booth before laying out the five menus on the dark wood table. You, unfortunately, noticed the sequence of your group. Hoseok dove in first before Jimin, Mina, and yourself. This left the asshat – in your opinion – to be last, making him seated next to you still absorbed in his phone. You kind of wished you were seated next to Jimin, but you understood that it wouldn’t make sense to separate him and Mina who seemed keen on catching up.

Not really knowing what to say, you departed your gaze to the menu. You hoped that there was something that you could actually eat. The list of dishes was rather small and simple and probably created to have an easy way to whip up something amazing each time, however you struggled to find something. You weren’t picky by any means, but the list of saucey, carb heavy, or fatty dishes had you spinning in your mind with how you could order without sounding like a stuck-up bitch for not getting the meal as it came. It’s why you always rarely went out to eat and why you often opted to snacking on fruits and vegetables on the go – it was easier that way.

Your personal struggle must have not been as personal as you thought because you became aware of the gaze that was seemingly watching you. Turning towards the brunette – who didn’t even look at the menu – you gave a curt what?

“Nothing, just wondering if you’re planning on eating the menu with how intensely you’re looking at it.”

About to retort your voice was broken by Jimin’s.

“Ya, Jungkook, don’t be an ass. It’s hard for some dancers to know what they can and cannot eat. Not everyone can eat just about anything and gain no weight – like someone people,” he gave a pointed look towards the younger man before breaking into a giggle. “Besides who knows how many calories are in Jin’s food. Remember what he says ‘when something is delicious-

“It’s zero calories!”

You turn to look up towards the owner of the voice to see,

What the fuck you thought. How can someone be that good looking?

You didn’t understand how, in the span of only a couple hours, you have come in contact with some of the most beautiful men in your life. This one, with the large shoulders and tiny waist accented by the apron tied around his waist, gave whiplash. From your seated position he seemed impossibly tall and had a face that belonged in magazines if it wasn’t already.

He gave you a short glance with a kind smile before turning back to the guys at the table – clearly friends by his lax attitude. They chatted a little bringing up names you didn’t know the faces of.

“This is Mina and Y/N,” Jimin introduced. Mina gave a kind ‘hello’ while you followed with a nod of the head. “They’re perform ballet at Minji.”

“Oh so they do that twirly shit too?” Jin laughed. Mina giggled too; you… pursed your lips.

You understood that ballet had a reputation and those who were not in the business didn’t understand it, but you wished that people like Jin and Jungkook would keep quiet with their opinions if they just didn’t understand. Ballet wasn’t something you could just learn from a book or simply do to some music. It was an art form that took years to master – and only a select few could. The blood, sweat, and tears you put into this industry didn’t allow you to simply laugh off comments made by those who had no clue what they were talking about.

You didn’t notice the eyes that saw your small attitude change.

“Anyways, what would you guys like? The usually Hobi?”

The group rattled off what they wanted, even Mina seemed to have no trouble to your surprise. However, when Jin turn towards you, you found yourself unable to order anything other than a small side salad – holding all toppings except tomatoes and cucumbers. He gave a raised eyebrow before shrugging and turning back towards the kitchen.

“You really only going to eat… lettuce, Y/N?” Hoseok, clearly shocked by your seemingly nothingness order.

You felt yourself heat up a little in the ears and cheeks, embarrassed for your poor eating mannerisms. You tried to laugh it off saying that you had a large lunch and just weren’t that hungry.

You pressed a hand to your stomach, hoping to shush any potential sounds.

________________

Although you only had a small plate of lettuce topped with a couple cucumbers and tomatoes the rest of the table’s meals looked amazing. Hoseok and Jungkook’s beef skewers looked moist and tender and Jimin’s tilapia smelled wonderful. And even though you know that Mina is going to hit the gym later she looked absolutely delighted in her own meal – coated in a thin brown sauce.

Jin was also incredibly funny and nice to have around. He never held back from yelling at his younger friends when he came around to your table – quickly finding out that he is the oldest of their friend group  - and you found out that he was thinking about starting up another restaurant in a year or so after finishing up with management at this one. A busy - and oh so beautiful – guy. You felt bad for pouting over his twirly comment from earlier – he clearly meant no harm and most likely aimed it at Jimin who he was much more familiar with – and someone who was capable of taking such comments much more easily than yourself.

The meal also allowed you to see another face of Jungkook who was much more open than you previously thought. He was all louds laughs and cute bunny smiles that made his eyes crinkle as he spoke with his hyungs – all whom he clearly loved. Though he stilled seemed like a brat, you thought that maybe you were too harshly opinionated on him for seemingly just joking around with his friends. He was really cute too, causing the accidental light brushes of skin and knees to feel a little warm.

Or so you thought.

“So, Prima,” Jungkook started, putting his hands in his pocket as the two of you both waited outside the restaurant. The rest of the group was still inside waiting for Jimin – who drew the short straw apparently – to pay. He seemingly thought it was a fitting nickname for you even though you did not agree.

 He didn’t have his phone out of his black joggers, apparently dead, causing him to want to joke around you assumed. A very comfortable guy, even with almost strangers. “Can you do like a quick twirl for me or something? Are you able to do that in sneakers?”

“I’m not a monkey you know,” you bit out. “I’m not going to dance just because you say to.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he pushed his dark hair back with on hand, making the slightly wavy locks move enough to show off some of his forehead. Man was he attractive. “Oh really, because I thought that’s what you ballerinas did? You do a couple spins and then maybe get thrown a banana or something as a reward?”

You plain out gawked at him. Did he really just insinuate that ballet and its technique was like a dancing monkey working for its food? “You can just shut the hell up.”

You huffed at him before turning towards the building’s restaurant. What was taking so long? Jungkook’s snickers of small laughter purchased its way into your ear.

“Ha, Ah-sorry. Didn’t mean to make the princess upset.”

That was the last straw.

“Okay you listen up you, you… asshat!” you pointed at him. “I don’t know what the fuck is your problem, but you should really learn to keep your mouth shut and not talk to me. Sorry that I’m not in your hip locking-“ you moved closer to him to pick your finger into his hard chest “-junk thrusting bullshit of a dance form. Some of us are actually working to make a name and career for ourselves and not just end up being a background dancer for some Kpop video!”

By the end of your rant you were looking up at him – his height beating yours by a good margin. He looked down at you too, allowing yourself to really get a good look into his deep brown eyes. And what we did next was just the cherry on top of infuriating actions.

He poked the bun on top of your head.

You honestly couldn’t believe it. You just yelled at him and he thought it was okay to touch your hair.

A little shocked by the action that he seemingly thought was funny, by the way he smirked at your reaction, you quickly stepped back. Putting enough distance between the two of you so he couldn’t do it again. Grabbing your phone from your sweat’s pocket you texted Mina saying that something suddenly came up and you had to go ahead of the rest and leave. You didn’t mention that it was because of this infuriating boy, but that you would talk to her later.

You actually felt more upset that you couldn’t personally say goodbye to Jimin, but asked Mina to say goodbye on your behalf.

Huffing you grabbed your ballet bag and began walking back towards the academy where your dorm was located on the east side.

“Hey, Prima, where you going!” Jungkook called from behind you, watching as you left.

You did nothing but raise your middle finger in the air back at him.

________________

Once you returned to your dorm you threw your bag to the side – sighing as you fell chest first into your plush bed. You really needed to take a hot bath to help the kinks in your legs and prepare for your class tomorrow, but you honestly wanted to just sleep off everything. It was an exhausting day. First, your tights fucked you over, had a small fit with Jihyun, and was scolded by Younghee. And although you were very grateful to meet Jimin – who you hoped you’d get to see again – Jungkook clearly got the best of you making your evening even more exhausting. Why did all the hot ones have to be so aggravating?

You felt your stomach growl loudly, making you have the urge to go eat perhaps some of the baby carrots in the fridge that you had bought a couple days ago. However, in your mind you recalled the small salad from this evening and forgot about the orange vegetable entirely. Stomach growls or not.

What you really needed to do was prepare for tomorrow. Pack new tights and ensure that you would look every bit as pure ballerina as possible. Fuck the fact that Jungkook thought you were a ‘Prima’ for doing such – he just had no idea how tough this industry was.

And what it truly cost

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Practice Challenge II

((Hi again! So, these are 3 fics in one post! Including my first two rps with @ladyreggiewright​ (our very first one after ages not doing this so asdfghk) and with @wylan-caldwell​ I had so much fun doing both, so thank you, guys! <3 Thanks for reading too, hope you enjoy them as much as I stuggled writing them ;P  Google Docs link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ARTjqveFJ1njDc2LL0PU4C0ShN2jlO9JC1Imt9MDTh8/edit?usp=sharing ))

A CHANGE OF LUCK

“Alright, y’all ready?” Rita said with a loud voice vibrating with nervousness. “The speeches are over. In the next block, Prince Arin will be picking the names.” That was her fifth lap around the entertainment office floor and she just couldn’t stop repeating what Vandy Post had already announced before each round of commercials. I knew she was trying to act authoritative, but seeing her in this state was always amusing.

It wasn’t unusual that the building was bursting with energy this late at night. The pre-press team always stayed working on putting together the bulldog broadsheets content and adding the last details, then sent the whole thing before the deadline to the press team operating on the last floor, where they were all in charge of the printing process. I would dare to say there was activity in this place 24/7. But this particular night, we were focused on The Report. The streets looked almost empty from up here, everyone was at home in front of their TV waiting for the names of the lucky girls randomly picked by a drawing of names out of different crystal boxes. 35 provinces, 35 boxes, 35 names. 

My attention had been focused on Arin’s stern expression. His life was about to be decided by fate, or as many people want to call it, destiny. I wonder what was he thinking, standing there expressionless, willing to uphold his duty. 

Is he excited? Is he nervous? Is he wishing he could run away from that room and leave all this tradition behind?

My name was inside of one of the boxes, so I should had been even more anxious and edgy than Rita herself, but, after the PET Gala fiasco, where: I hadn’t gotten the clues I was so close to getting, I hadn’t finished the job I was supposed to be doing and my one month salary had been reduced to half; I was certain that whoever was in charge of my luck was not very fond of me. 

“They are back!” Rita shouted as soon as Arin’s face reappeared. Everyone in the room fell silent. I scoffed a laugh when I noticed them unconsciously leaning slightly towards the big tv, but I ended up doing the same after adjusting my glasses. One by one the basic information of the selected were being transcribed from the screen to our devices as Arin picked out their papers. 

<< “From Allens, Idalia Moretti, from Angeles, Emily Rose White,... from Honduragua, Callia Adair…” >>

My fingers were moving fast across my cellphone’s keyboard. These were the girls we would be hearing a lot about  from now on and I needed to know everything about them.

<< “From Labrador, Lea…” >>

I froze. My head felt dizzy trying to take in what I had just heard. For the shortest of seconds, everyone’s eyes were on me. I could hear Rita’s voice instructing them to get back to work and maybe someone else was now in charge of The Globe’s blog but at that moment I couldn’t care less about that.

It’s really happening... I made it to the selection!

Finally, I could stand up. I was feeling so much energy inside me that I wanted to run. Suddenly, the lift made a sound and my dad came quickly out of it and … wait, my mom is here? She was carrying my sleepy little brother, Dean. 

I could read the shock on my parents’ faces.“I’m in!!” I said a little too loud but since Mr. Grant was there no one dared to complain. My dad let out a short laugh before extending his arms for an embrace. “Congratulations, Rosie, I knew it would happen, didn’t I tell you V?” He said to my mom. “Grants always get what they want.” 

Ugh, I wish. But I wasn’t going to argue with him right now, so I just offered him a wink.

As soon as my father let go, my mom surrounded me with her free arm. “So how does it feel to be a lady, huh? We have to celebrate this!”

“Well, do ladies feel hungry this late? Cause I wasn’t feeling it a moment ago.” “Yes, let’s leave these guys to work in peace.” my dad said suddenly remembering where we were. After clearing his throat as if that simple gesture was a switch between the dad and the boss, he talked with Rita to make sure someone had replaced me updating the blog, then he congratulated everyone for their dedication and finally wished them good night. “I just hope you are paying me the full day,” I said to my dad as we all headed outside.

“I mean, are you working right now?” He raised an eyebrow, mockingly.

I sighed “I guess Grants can’t always get what they want after all.”  And I meant it in more than one way. 

The next week ran fast. My father and I agreed that I had to keep going to the office as usual, but it wasn’t easy to balance my work and my phone ringing every 5 minutes. More than once I had to ride home in the middle of the day because someone was waiting for me at home. 

First, a man with a very peculiar face came to do some kind of interrogation, which was understandable until we got to the most uncomfortable, personal ones. I almost spit my coffee laughing until I realized he had no intention to leave until he got every answer to each one of the questions on his list. 

Like him, I received a tailor and a doctor; but it wasn’t until the press started to ask for interviews when I realized my life had made a turn of 360 degrees. 

The thing I lamented the most about this odd schedule was that I couldn’t travel to the provinces to interview some of the selected as we had planned, but I did take advantage of every opportunity I had to do deep research about them. 

Some of the names or last names could be found on old newspaper editions, there were tragedies, accomplishments, unfortunate events… I smiled to myself, while I made annotations on my journal, fascinated by all the different interesting lives that were about to gather under the same roof. And I guess somehow that included mine.

The farewell party organized by Labrador’s Mayor seemed more like a political campaign than a real party. I might have fallen asleep during his speech if I hadn’t been texting Harris for the 40th time that week.

The last time I knew something about him was the night of the announcement when he sent me a simple “Congratulations, Lady Lea.” Then as the photographer, he had to go with Rea to the half-tour over the country to cover the selected interviews. 

“How dare you not be here when you are needed,... you lucky mooncalf.”

I looked up to see the crowd from my place on the big platform set in the middle of the Amberly park. It hadn’t been a very good idea, because there were grey clouds gathering over us and the sun was partially covered by them already. 

Someone forgot to check the weather section today.

But the trees surrounding us were decorated with purple and green metallic balloons -the colors of our province- and there were several signs with good wishes so I appreciated the effort. 

Everyone was here; The Globe employees that didn’t like me at all, my family on the first row, my college best friend, Liv had made space on her busy schedule  to come to the event, even my grandmother had sent his chauffeur with presents. That was her way to show support and I honestly didn’t have any complaints.  After the Mayor’s speech, the great boss Maxwell Loyd took the microphone to speak, I rolled my eyes, not caring about the people in front of me. He didn’t waste this opportunity to promote himself and flatter me. I mean, if he really had thought all that about me I would have had a promotion and a raise already, instead I just got ridiculous instructions and a handshake. 

When they both finally finished, the rain had started to pour, plus it was almost time for me to leave for the airport. I buttoned my coat before taking my place behind the microphone to start talking, but the eyes of the lady in charge of my schedule forced me to skip until the end of the speech I had prepared the night before. Every time I was going to make it sound deep and sentimental she made a sign for me to hurry.

“I appreciate your support… I will do my best… thank you for coming.”  

Were the only complete sentences I managed to say under such pressure. There was clapping and cheering afterwards, but there was after the previous boring speeches as well, so I didn’t get too excited about that. 

“Have a good time, my Lea.” My mother said after kissing my brow. I could smell her sweet perfume that I was going to miss. “I will, mom. Take care, I’m only leaving cause I know you are going to be in charge.” I side eyed the two men of the house. Then I kissed my little brother and messed his blond hair. “Bye bye little toad.” He just babbled something and waved his little hand. 

“So, Lady Grant. What do you expect from Prince Arin? Do you secretly plan to drink all the coffee from the Angele’s Palace? Rumor has it your father won’t let you marry until you turn 48 years old do you think Your Highness would wait for you that long?” “Wow, Mr. Grant you ask pretty basic questions, I have been asked the same ones all week.” He gave me a big tight hug and I ignored the wool of his coat feeling  itchy on my cheek. “I’m very proud of you Leana, and of course I’m not talking about this selection situation… I’m sorry about-” I stopped him not wanting to have our little disagreements as today’s last memory. And I also hoped I could change his mind by the time I returned home. “We can talk about that when I come back, dad.” He nodded. “I’m starting to feel bad for our dear Prince Arin.” I scoffed a laugh.

“Lady Grant, we are past the established hours already.” I heard a lady behind me. 

I turned to my friend Liv with an apologetic expression but she just smiled and waved. “I will text you… Bye! The rain started to fall harder but I had read the weather section on the paper this morning so I was properly dressed with boots and a coat over my white shirt and black pants. 

I walked towards a guard who was holding an opened umbrella to cover us with it. He opened the door of the car.  Then he offered to take my bag for me, but I had packed some of my old journals in there among my personal things. “Thank you… What’s your name?” “Finn Ray, my lady.” He answered confused. “I will keep this here with me, Finn.” I said in what I hoped was a reassuring tone before entering the car. I guessed he was new at guarding selected, because I noticed him turning to look at the woman in charge of the schedule. She nodded once at him and joined me inside the limousine. 

By the time we got to the airport I had learned that our chauffeur was called Alan Cobb, he had been working for the palace for 3 years on special occasions. He had three kids and his wife was expecting a baby girl. 

The strict lady was Miss Ramirez, she was happily single, obviously tardiness was her biggest pet peeve and she had worked there for 6 years already, but she enjoyed her job and had never thought of doing anything else, although I didn’t quite understand exactly which was her role in the royal offices of Labrador.

She left me at the boarding door after wishing me luck.

The flight to Angeles was long. I shared a plane with 3 others selected, that seemed pretty decent at first sight. 

We had a polite introduction conversation before we took off, but then everyone focused on her own thing; Jen Li, -the Yale law student from Waverly- took advantage of the 8 hours flight to sleep. Alana Hansen looked out from the window almost the whole time lost in her thoughts, and based on the green tone on Regina Wright’s face I guessed she was a risky company for the moment. 

I remembered I had read about her parents' unfortunate plane accident in an old newspaper, they used to be famous politicians and she was an apple that had fallen close to the tree. Hopefully not too close.

So, considering my options I prefer to write in my journals during the whole trip.

As soon as we arrived we were hurried to a room for makeovers. For me it felt more like a day in the salon, nothing drastic was made, just a few lights on my hair, perfect makeup and a stunning blue dress with matching elegant pump heels shoes. 

They did insisted on giving me contact lenses, since I had forgotten to pack mine, so after a long argument with the stylist, Mariel, I decided to wear the contacts and let him enjoy “his creation”. 

In the end, despite the little changes, when he showed me my reflection in the mirror, I had to recognize I was content with the  upgraded version of me.

                                       ESSENTIAL RESEARCH

The tour around the palace was quite short considering its size. I was almost sure that it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, but the curiosity to see my new room, made me settle with the basic information,

I took a glance down at the little map on my hand. Eloise Hall room 28, second floor. As I headed to the stairs, the decorations and fancy details surrounding me were impossible to ignore. With every step you could find paintings by famous old artists -my mother admired- hanging on the walls, expensive vases and beautiful furniture. 

Looking around I spotted one of the selected quickly scribbling some notes in a notebook. As I got closer I noticed she was my plane mate, Regina Wright. Her green tone had disappeared or maybe covered with makeup and she looked much more secure now that we were down here on earth soil. 

I laughed a little bit inside walking by her side “Hope whatever you are writing is worth a bump on your head.”  

“I hope so too” She said absentmindedly, not looking up from her notebook. After some seconds she took a short look at me, flipped through her notebook and quickly closed it before I could react and lean discreetly to read what she was working on. 

Okay, now I’m curious.

“Excuse me, hi. Leana is it?” She gave me a polite smile. 

“Yes, feeling better... Regina..? I asked faking ignorance. 

She looked at me as she didn’t know why I was asking her that but then just answered, “Splendid. But please, call me Reggie.”

We continue walking up the stairs towards the second floor, while we shook hands, 

“I'm Leana Grant but you can call me Lea or Lee” I said touching the arc of my glasses I had put back on as soon as I left the makeover room.

She nodded. “Alright, Lea. Journalist, correct?” She made her pen click as if she was going to start writing again. I frowned, puzzled. “You too?” 

She chuckled at the question as if I should already know who she was. And the truth was, I did. 

“No,” she finally said, opening her notebook again, adding something, then she continued. “So, what brings you here?”

I was sure Reggie had many qualities but subtlety wasn’t one of them. 

I pressed my lips together, thinking about my motives, which one of them should I tell her? I’m here as an inside informant for The Globe; or, I’m here to live and learn about this whole selection phenomenon… I didn’t even know which one was the right answer.  “... just figured I couldn't miss this whole thing, you know.” 

Half- truths are always safe.  

“Are you here for politics?” I added before she could even think about my answer. 

She looked pleasantly surprised by my question, clearing her throat. “Yes, that is one of the reasons.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “You did your research.” 

I guess it was my turn to feel recognized, but unlike her I didn’t want to be so obvious, so I shrugged. “Your name rang a bell.” 

She looked at me suspiciously, lifting her chin, a slight movement I didn’t quite understand. “Is that so? That's good, I suppose. Best to be prepared.”

“Maybe you are right, I guess you actually did your research. What do you have about me?” I asked directly now, pointing at her notebook casually.

She remained serious. “Oh, just the usual. Occupation, caste, age.  Name, obviously.  There's 35 of us after all. Would be a shame to get anyone mixed up.”

“Well, now most of us are threes and the twos are pretty well known.”

“Yes well, obviously. Was to be expected. It's still an appropriate mix.”

Her statement made me remember her parents somehow, obviously she had their school but I wonder how much she agreed with them. “That’s... a word to describe it, yes.” I answered incredulous, “So where are you staying?” I asked, as I noticed I have already found my room.

We discovered we were room neighbors which I decided was very convenient for me. I liked people who have answers to my questions. 

She was concerned about my acoustic guitar hobby and I assured her I hadn’t brought mine with me. “The music room will do.”  And she assured me her studying was going to be silent. 

The conversation continued but my curiosity was already unbearable, so I opened the door of my room to check it out. I didn’t want to be rude so I invited Reggie inside as we talked.

“What are you working on?” I stepped inside

She followed. “Political Science Major.”

I gave her a glance to let her know that was not the answer I was looking for. 

She blinked with realization. “Oh, I see I misunderstood. Well, actually I was just writing a paper on the pros and cons of capitalism and if our country should focus more on it like we did when we were still called the 'United States'” She air quoted the name.

I looked around my room considering her answer. Suddenly my eyes met with three maids standing in line in the middle of the room. When they saw us they made a courtesy and I nodded at them as a greeting, hoping we can have proper introductions later.

“Hmm the lesser of evils... but the United States not exactly an example to be followed.” I said to Reggie. 

“Exactly.” She said. I noticed her writing a mark in her notebook.  

“A-are you like grading me?” I dared to ask what I had suspected since the beginning, but I didn’t want to believe. It was shocking at first but after the third mark it became amusing.

“Who else do you have in there?” I asked curiously before running next to her to peek at her notebook.  She closed it again. When I looked at her she smiled at me awkwardly “No, of course not. Just remembered something.” Her notebook was behind her back, now out of my reach. She straightened her shoulders before adding, “Well, thank you kindly for your invitation, glad to have met you…”

I stayed there confused, Had I gotten it wrong? Or was I right and she didn’t want me to know? Anyway, I should have said nothing.  “Alright ... glad to meet you too, see you around.” I said worried that she might be uncomfortable now. 

She nodded as she headed to the door. One of the maids hurried to hold the door for her. 

I frowned concerned, I couldn’t just lose a source like her. “Wait for me tomorrow, I think we can walk to the dining room together.”

She turned to give me a frown, seemingly confused by my suggestion. “But I already know where it-” then she smiled. “I will.”

As soon as Reggie left I took out the journal from the pocket of my dress and tossed on the pretty desk by a large window where I peered at the view of the Angeles city.

                                                                                       FOR THE RECORD.

After introductions my maids brought me dinner up to my room. So while I was eating the best creamy mustard chicken I ever had, we had a little chat. 

Among other things we talked about I expressed my surprise when I didn’t see any Royals when we arrived. Liberty, Camila and confirmed the Schreaves didn’t plan to meet any selected tonight, we would have to wait until morning. Queen Anjeli and Princess Ayesha had to leave the palace to attend important matters and Wylan Caldwell in spite of not being a selected was currently living in the Palace. Back in Labrador, I managed between college, work and extra work to fill my schedule, my mother never liked me being out of the house so late at night or sometimes not being able to have a complete breakfast in the morning, I enjoyed being busy and drive my Vespa from one place to another, but it was hard for me to admit that one of the reasons I liked my life that way was that besides when I was concentrated writing notes on my iTypewriter; I was not good at being alone with my thoughts. That’s why when I was a child my mother bought me a ukulele to play when I was feeling anxious, which gave excellent results. Later when I entered college I took a short guitar course with the same purpose. 

Therefore, later that afternoon, when my maids went back to their chores, leaving me alone I decided to leave my room to check out the music room, as I promised Reggie I would do. 

It took me some minutes to find the right door downstairs but my memory had never failed me and it wasn’t going to start now. 

I opened the third door in the west hall and peeked inside. I felt relieved when I saw the big piano in the last corner and dared to walk inside. Besides the piano, there were several instruments resting on their stands spread around the room, most of them to play classical music, but luckily, an acoustic guitar was among them. I was going to pick it up to test it when I spotted shelves full of old vinyl records. 

I walked towards the vinyl record player, it had a beautiful vintage look, it’s big horn imitated the ancient gramophones used during the Victorian years, but I suspected to be a more recent model. 

I noticed someone had left a classic record on, I wonder which one of the Royals had been listening to it as I moved the tonearm onto the outer edge of the disk, the little diamond tip to touch the groove. 

I guess I still remember how to use one of this. 

I stretched my arm and pulled one of the discs from the upper shelf, the others came down with it and  << "KNEEE-KNEEE!!" >>

The blaring sound of violins vibrated around the room making me wince for the annoying sound filling my ears.

“Damn!” I covered my ears while trying to find a way to turn the bloody record player off before my head exploded. Overwhelmed by the sound I went on my knees and stretched my hand behind the furniture looking desperately for the plug, but before I could find any the music stopped. 

I stood up still touching my ears 

Have I gone deaf? 

“I take you didn’t mean to do that.” I heard someone say behind me. 

Okay, I haven’t 

I turned around to find a guy eyeing me warily, from the corner of my eye I noticed a laptop and a couple of heavy leather books that weren't on the table before. 

“I was considering turning it on but it made the decision for me,” I said without explaining. 

At that moment, a couple of guards came into the room alarmed. They scanned the room quickly before looking at us puzzled. 

Wylan followed my gaze and turned to them, slightly. “Just a mishap. We’re fine.” He acknowledged with a wave of his hand. I let out a sigh of relief as they left the room to return to their posts.

“First time using a record player?” He asked to continue teasing

I gave him a deadpan look. “Ha-ha I take that the last person who played it had some hearing problems.” Before I crouched to pick up the rest of the vinyl records still scattered on the carpeted floor, I noticed a smile tugging at his lips that didn’t last.

In a minute he was bending in front of me to help. “You picked some good ones.”

Suddenly we looked at each other for a second, I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at his for a second trying to figure any sign of sarcasm in them, and he just had the word “awkward” written all over his face. Obviously I was making him feel uncomfortable. 

I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so busy trying to read him. 

“I like classics- acoustic to be precise.” I finally said with a shrug. “Do you own any of these?”

“This John Mayer one is mine. I have some other ones too. They’re over there.” He gestured to the rack behind me, then stood up with the vinyls he helped pick up.

I raised my eyebrow and nodded approvingly. “You have some taste, I will give you that.” I looked up at him, waiting for him to offer his hand for me to help me stand, but apparently living in a castle was no guarantee of anything, so I just stood up slowly, brushing my dress. 

“Some were gifts I grew to love.” He acknowledged, holding the vinyls out for me. “I’d recommend keeping the volume down before you turn it on next time.”

I took the discs to put them back in its place on the shelves “Well, you should put a sign somewhere,” I joked, a bit annoyed by his recommendation. 

I adjusted my glasses and stayed standing there, admiring the vinyl records once more. My curious mind wondered about the Prince. “Which ones are Arin’s?”

“I’m not sure. He might not own any.” I caught him glancing at his things he had left on the table before back to me. “Might be a good question to ask him yourself.”

Or you’re just evading the question. But fortunately, one of the things my job had teached me was to have thick skin so I wasn’t going to let him get away so easily. 

“You really don’t know or you don’t want to tell me?” I asked with an amusing tone.

He let out a small sigh, relenting a bit. “He likes The Killers. There’s probably a vinyl or two of those in here if you really need a good conversation starter.”

I faked a grimace “ugh! that piece of information should’ve hurt…” I said mockingly before adding. “I guess some advice for tomorrow’s interview is completely out of the table.” 

“Depends on what advice you’re looking for,” he let out, surprising me. 

I started to walk around the room still looking at him, considering my answer. “I don’t know, you are his friend... knowing a little bit about his personality would help,” I said casually, as if I didn’t already have thousands of questions listed in my head. 

But somehow he knew I did. “I’ll answer one question you have. Just one.”

“So generous …” I said more to myself than to him. My hand went unconsciously inside the pocket on my dress and my fingers touched my journal inside of it, purely out of habit. Of course, I wasn’t going to take it out so I crossed my hands in front of me as I resumed my walking around the room. 

“Okay…” In my mind I was looking for a single question that could indirectly tell me things about Arins personality … and why not about Mr. Uncomfortable himself too. 

“How do you start getting along back in college, like how did you become friends?”

Suddenly he let out a laugh, startling me. I frowned at first, but then I decided it wasn’t so bad, it picked my curiousness further.

I looked at him genuinely amused and he begined, “We were both going for runs and without knowing, I drifted a little too close. I was listening to music and not paying attention. His bodyguard sort of…” He paused to bring his fist to his neck simulating a punch. “And took me down.” I could see he was amused, for real. 

I laughed picturing the scene on my mind, considering all his previous teasing and had to admit it was a little bit entertaining to do so. “Ouch! His bodyguard does look ... fierce.” I commented remembering the man’s complexion I had seen several times on TV.

I wait for him to continue before asking, “what happened next? What did Arin say?”

His smile was more like a ghost on his face now, not physically there but somehow still present. “He apologized. After that we found out we shared a couple classes together and I offered to help him study for exams.”

“That’s an epic story… I bet it left you marked for some days.” I made a grimace, touching my neck, imagining the pain.

“Swallowing hurt, to say the least,” he said, remembering. After a minute, he combed a hand through his hair. “ Did that satisfy your question?”

“Hmm yeah, it was good, for now” I answered scoffing a laugh. The truth was I didn’t expect to enjoy his story that much, but I just couldn’t settle with only one question, but it wasn’t convenient to push more questions on him now. 

Fortunately he didn’t refuse, he just rolled his eyes at me, amused. “Alright, well I have to get back to work. At least try to not deafen the entire palace again.”

“I can’t promise anything.” I let out, finally taking the acoustic guitar from its stand, while he turned to gather his things.

“Reassuring.” He gave me a side glance and started walking out the room, he offered a two fingered salute before disappearing behind the opened door. 

After a second, while looking down at the guitar already in place on my lap, I compelled,  “Wylan... thanks!”

“You're welcome.” 

I heard him say from the hallway just before I started strumming the guitar strings, hoping its sound was enough to help me survive the first night. 

#OC 6 #PC part 2 #Reggie Wright #Wylan Caldwell #((thanks again to Cassey for reading and giving me some perspective ))

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Kinkmas Prompt #6: Dirty Talk

A/N: Yeah, I went really over board with this fic and I’m NOT sorry. This is probably my favorite one that I have written so far so I hope you all enjoy! All your comments, likes, and reblogs are so nice to see/read and I appreciate every one of them!

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Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Smut, oral (m and f receiving), p in v, unprotected, HELLA dirty talk, also smoking and alcohol, fluff, public sexy time, the WORKS people, its high key filthy, also its kind of a college AU??? But not really, (it’s still the 70s), not proof read as well

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You didn’t know why you had agreed to come along to this party, in fact you don’t even know how you managed to get invited in the first place. It was a friend of a friend situation that caused you to show up on Freddie Mercury and Roger Taylor’s college apartment one warm spring night.

To summarize it quickly, you knew John’s girlfriend, Veronica through attending the same university. You met in a freshman seminar class and bonded over your mutual love of disco music and drive for success as women. Eventually when dorm life became too restricted for your liking and you were seeking a roommate, Veronica just so happened to be in the same position. Now, two years later and into your third year of college you found yourselves living very well together.

You knew her boyfriend, John, he was quiet and smart but also had quite a sassy mouth on him and a secret wild streak. That was a quality that John and Veronica shared, they often went out late to go dancing, leaving you alone in the flat. You didn’t mind, you weren’t one to go out and preferred to stay inside, reading or listening to LPs. But when Veronica knocked on your door the Thursday before, begging you to go, you found yourself unable to say no.

“Come on,” She whined, “Roger is going to be there…” She said in a sing song voice.

You scoffed “So,” You said crossing your arms over your chest. Sure you knew of the other three guys that made up John’s band, but it wasn’t like you actually liked any of them.

“Oh don’t even pull that, I’ve seen you making eyes at Roger.” She said lightly pushing your shoulder. You rolled your eyes in response and opened your mouth to comment but she quickly interrupted you “You could at least use a quick shag even if you don’t fancy Roger. You never leave the house.”

Your jaw fell open, “What!” you shrilly said, “I leave the house!” you really didn’t have much else to say, even if what you yelled wasn’t all that true.

“Yeah! For class! When was the last time you brought a guy home? That Michael guy? That doesn’t even count, he was in and out of the house in 15 minutes!” Veronica had a point, Michael from Lit 305 was a disappointment, he was one of those guys who aggressively rubbed everywhere but your clit and repeatedly asked if you were coming. Spoiler alert: You weren’t.

“Fine, I’ll go!” You yelled back in defeat, “But I won’t have fun and you’ll have to kill me before you put my hair in rollers!” if you were going to go out, you were going to do it your way, and not hers.

So here you were, the annual Mercury, Taylor spring end of year bash. You could hear the yelling from outside their damn apartment building and could see people cluttered on the balcony and scattered throughout the yard, Christ this was going to be a mess, you could already tell.

You lugged a case of beer up the steps and opened the door, letting yourself in and were greeted with a grinning and red-faced Veronica “You came!” She squealed and pulled you into a hug.

You furrowed your brows and patted her back awkwardly, “Yeah, yeah, I wouldn’t hear the end of it if I didn’t.” You muttered and scoped the room out, you couldn’t see Freddie, but you could hear him amongst the smoke-filled room and over the loud music. Brian was sitting on the couch his long arms comfortable spread along the back, you could tell he was in a casually heated debate. John was right behind Veronica, his arms firmly wrapped around her waist once she pulled away from you; their red faces and grins matching. But Roger, he was standing by the keg, pouring a drink for himself with several girls flocked around him, laughing at something they probably pretended was funny if you had to judge by the looks on their faces.

“Can I set this down somewhere it won’t get stolen?” You asked, nodding to your case of beer and scrunching your nose as someone bumped into your shoulder while they pushed past you.

John perked up “Oh, you can put in Roger’s room.” You opened your mouth to protest, the last thing you wanted was to see Roger, “Rog!” He called, catching the blonde’s attention and waving him over.

Roger walked up, beer in hand and looked you up and down, his grinning face settling on your scowl, “Can [Y/N] put this in your room?” John asked, swaying with Veronica lightly to the music.

His gaze broke away from you and he glanced at John, “Sure!” He said and pushed his way through the crowd with you following suit.

As the two of you pushed further into the house, the more crowded and densely packed together the bodies got. Roger reached a hand back for you to grasp so you wouldn’t get lost and you took it, feeling the callouses on the palms of his hands and on the pads of his fingertips. You gulped and clutched your case of beer under your arm while the two of you continued to push through before you finally reached his door. He pulled out his keys and unlocked it on the first try. The rush of cool air that left his room was refreshing and didn’t smell like stale beer, cigarettes, and sweat. You had only met Roger a hand full of times but knew the smell in the room was so uniquely him.

He kicked some of his clothes out of the way and looked over at you “You can keep them in here, just grab a few and stick them in the fridge, if you need a refill you know where to find me.” He said giving you a cheeky salute.

You froze, there was a reason you tried to never interact with Roger. It was because that stupid soft voice of his made your knees weak and your head begin to spin. “O-okay” You answered quickly, adverting your gaze and grabbing an arm full of beers, “Do… do you want one?” there was something about this man that caused you to lose all sense of focus and you hated it.

Roger gave you an odd look, “Sure,” He said taking a beer from your hands, “You able to carry all that?” His wide blue eyes looking down at you.

You shifted your stance and nodded your head “Yeah I got it,” You answered just as three cans slipped out from the gaps in your arms and fell to the floor “Shit,” You cursed, bending over and dropping several more cans. You let out a frustrated huff, now holding significantly less than what you had been previously and looked up, only to see eye to eye with Roger as he bent down to help you pick up the fallen cans, “I got it,” You repeated, your hand darting out.

Your hands collided together in a very cliché manor, “It doesn’t look like you do.” He teased, “I can help.” He insisted, you let out a long sigh and finally agreed to let him help you.

When the two of you exited his room, you found Veronica immediately standing at the door, “Oh hey!” She said smiling sheepishly. You narrowed your eyes at her, knowing exactly why she was standing there.

Roger, clueless as every grinned back “Hey Ronnie, you seen Fred?” He asked, craning his head to look over the crowd.

Veronica nodded her head “Yeah, I think he’s on the balcony or outside?” Her answer was more of question, some how he was everywhere at once, running around and insisting on interacting with the guests that had arrived in order to be a good host.

“Right, well I’m going to help [Y/N] put these in the fridge and find him. Roger answered, pushing through the crowd with you in tow.

You were thankful the kitchen was sparsely populated and only contained a few stragglers that were looking to mix their drinks. You placed your cans of beer in the fridge and grabbed one, cracking it open and gulping down the bitter liquid, “I need to be way more fucked up to be here.” You muttered to yourself.

Apparently, Roger had heard you, “Want a shot?” He asked, curiosity flashing behind his azure eyes, “You know to loosen up a bit?” Roger waved a cheap plastic bottle of vodka in front of you.

You looked at your beer, at Roger, and then at the bottle of vodka and your face broke into a grin, “Only if you take one with me.” You responded.

Roger poured out four shot glasses he’d pulled from the cabinets, not caring that he spilled a little as he filled them to the brim, “Ready?” He asked before the two of you raised your glasses to clank them together, tapped them on the table, and then swallowed the clear liquid, it burned going down and caused the two of you to wince and cough. Roger shook his head, trying to clear the sting and blew out a puff of air “Next one, quick,” He said grinning.

You laughed and followed the same pre shot ritual, now feeling a bit more loosened up. The alcohol caused a shiver to creep up your spine and spread through your ears, “That was awful.” You sighed out but couldn’t help but laugh.

Roger grinned back at you, “I know!” He answered back before looking around the room “I’ll be around if you want to do more, ‘kay?” Right, Freddie still needed to be found.

You nodded your head, “Yeah, course.” You responded and exchanged weird nods before he left.

Of course Veronica was waiting for you to exit the kitchen, “Did you kiss him?” She pressed, quickly bombarding you with questions.

You made a face “Of course not, we just took shots and he went to find Freddie, just like he said he would.” You made sure to point out, “Nothing, is going to happen between me and Roger.” You made sure to put emphasis in your sentence.

As the night continued and the alcohol flowed, you found that you weren’t upset about being forced to go out tonight. You and Veronica laughed and danced to the loud continuous music and continued to suck your drinks down like they were water. A wonderful buzzing feeling spread through your body, warming your face and hands. It had been ages since you’d loosened up this much.

Despite the fun atmosphere the small apartment soon became stuffy from breathing recycled air and the lack of circulation, “I’ll be back I’m stepping outside.” You yelled back over the crowd to Veronica who gave you a thumbs up.

You pushed past everyone, looking over the crowd to the balcony which looked as though it was one person away from collapsing and opted to just head outside.

Once outside you coughed at the surprisingly cool air as it filled your lungs and patted your pockets looking for your pack of cigarettes. “Fuck,” You mumbled unable to find the crumpled pack. You leaned against the cool brick of the building and huffed out a sigh of disappointment, at least you still had your beer.

“Need a smoke?”

You turned to see Roger next to you, leaning on the wall of the apartment, his hands casually in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his lips, “Please,” You asked looking sheepishly at him. He stuck the soft pack out and you picked one placing the cigarette between your lips.

Roger held up his lighter and you looked quizzically at him “You need a light right?” He asked, pulling you from your daze.

You shook your head “Oh, yeah, right.” You answered awkwardly and leaned in towards the little metal flip lighter. He flicked it open and used his hands to shield the flame from the wind, you inhaled as the flame danced around the tobacco and paper, feeling the smoke trickle into your lungs. You pulled away, puffing the smoke into the air and watching it disappear.  

As you smoked your cigarette you continued to sneak side glances at him, observing how he shifted the weight from one leg to the other and stuffed his hands as far into his jean pockets as possible. The colorful and thin button down was doing nothing to keep the cool air out, especially since it was hardly buttoned. “What?” Roger finally said breaking the silence.

“What?” You answered back, slightly taken back.

“You keep looking at me.” He accused, you could hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke.

“No, I don’t.” You said defensively.

“Yeah, you do.” Roger said matching your tone and now turning to face you, “Why do you act so weird around me?” He pressed, shifting closer to you.

You found yourself leaning back away from him, looking down and making a weird face “I don’t act weird around you.” You continued to defend yourself.

Roger grinned, turning his head away and letting out a soft laugh before looking back at you “There you go making that face,” Before you could continue to deny he interrupted you “Anytime I come over you run and hide in your room, you’ve lived with Veronica for three years and this is the most I’ve heard you speak let alone seen you.” He looked at you with keen eyes.

You looked away, averting your gaze from his and flicking the ash from your cigarette “I’m just shy,” You answered.

Roger let out a loud laugh, causing you to jump “That’s a lie and you know it.” he was close, you could smell the combination of cigarettes and alcohol on his breath and felt your face getting flushed “Do I… make you nervous?” His voice was teasing and low.

It caused you to clench your thighs together as heat pooled between your legs “I-I… no…” You managed to peep out. Your skin felt like it was on fire and you had dropped your long-forgotten cigarette on the ground, placing your palms flatly against the building behind you as you turned, looking away from Roger’s face.

“Look at me,” Roger’s voice was demanding, and his hand cupped your chin urging you obey him, “Be a good girl and look over here, love.”

You chewed on your lip, stifling a whimper that still managed to seep out of your lips and looked up at Roger. He was so close to you; his shallow breaths brushed against your face and filled your nostrils with the scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol. It was intoxicating. “There you go…” He said softly. You looked up at him wide eyed, like a deer in headlights. You swallowed thickly and tried to calm your rapid breaths and urge to look away from Roger’s intense gaze. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He asked, his hand sliding from your chin to cup you the side of your face.

Roger’s thumb traced your lower lip and you found your self letting out a shaky breath, your lower lip lightly quivering against his rough fingers. His thumb pressed past your lips into the wet warmth of your mouth, “Suck,” He ordered.

You found yourself obeying and closing your lips around his fingers, gently rubbing your tongue along the soft pads of his thumb and groaning lightly as you sucked on it, “Good girl.” He said breathlessly.

You whimpered, clenching your thighs and hoping the pressure would help ease the arousal you felt. He pushed his thumb further back into your mouth, pressing at the back your throat. You gagged, your mouth opening as you coughed and your throat constricting around his thumb. He quickly pulled his finger back and looked up at your glassy eyes, maintaining eye contact with you as he pulled his thumb completely from your mouth.

Saliva dribbled down your lip and you wiped it off with the back of your hand, keeping eye contact. Your eyes were glassy, and tears had formed in them as a natural reaction to gagging. Roger’s hands cupped either side of your face and he licked his lips, “Bet you with you were gagging on my cock instead of my finger.” He boldly stated.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat and you felt your face heat up. He wasn’t wrong, that was the problem, “What are you going to do about it.” You had no idea why you said that, you truly didn’t. Perhaps it was the alcohol you had been drinking, or the fact it had been well over a year since your last decent lay, either way you eagerly awaited his response.

“You wanna get on your knees here, or inside?” He asked, pressing his body against you. His cock strained through the already tight fabric of his jeans and pushed against your leg. You whimpered and felt yourself slinking down onto the ground.

The coolness from the damp grass soaked into the knees of your jeans as you knelt in front of him, palming him through his pants. “Fuck,” Roger breathed out before stepping around you to lean against the brick building and quickly scrambled, fumbling with his belt and taking his cock out from his pants.

You instinctively reached up, gripping him at the base and pumping your hand along his length. His head leaned back and he widened his stance, shoulders resting comfortably against the wall. You licked the tip of his half hard cock and looked up at him. His mouth hung ever so slightly ajar as he watched you engulf his length and begin to bob your head up and down.

You let out a content moan, feeling him stretching and filling your mouth with his length and sucked him into your mouth, rubbing your tongue along his length. His hips bucked into your mouth and Roger found himself loosing composure.

Roger roughly gripped your hair, his fingernails scraping at the base of your scalp as you began to pick up your speed, bobbing your head and moving your hand in synchronized movements. Spit began to gather and seep from the corners of your mouth and down your hand as you continued to suck him off, soon forgetting the two of you were outside.

“Shit,” Roger cursed out, bucking his hips hard against you causing his length to hit the back of your throat. You found yourself gagging unexpectedly, pulling back to wipe your mouth and catch your breath. Quickly you found yourself opening up, ready to swallow him once more “You like sucking me off outside?” He asked, tapping his cock against your flat tongue while his other hand kept your head firmly in place.

You looked up at him wide eyes and nodded your head, “Yes,” You rasped out between ragged breaths.

He slipped his erection between your lips once more, this time your hands braced yourself on his hips and he slowly pumped into your mouth. Soft grunts and moans left his lips as he held your head in place with both of his hands, thrusting into your mouth, careful to not make you gag. His movements were surprisingly slow, like he wanted to savor the moment and not waste it.

But a cat call shattered the moment. Pulling the two of you from your own little bubble and back into reality. Your face flushed and you quickly pulled away, burying your face in your hands in embarrassment. Roger couldn’t help but break into a grin, “As fun as this is.” He said tucking himself back into his pants, “We should go inside, I wanna see that pretty pussy of yours. I know you’ve got to be soaked.” He continued to speak and reached down, helping you up from the ground.

“Wait!” You said, stopping in your tracks as the two of you headed for the front door, “Do you have a back door up?” you asked and averted your gaze nervously “I… I just don’t want Ronnie snooping around.” You said, rubbing your fingers along the hem of your shirt.

Roger smiled softly and nodded his head, taking your hand in his own “Yeah, come on we can go through the car park.” He offered.

After your little detour, the two of you had successfully made it back into his flat without much of a bother. The crowd had died down and only a few stragglers and passed out friends remained in the living room. You and Roger slipped into his bedroom where he immediately locked the door and pushed you up against it, capturing you in a hot opened mouthed kiss.

Your teeth clanked together, and you let out a soft whimper feeling your back hitting the wooden door, it was quickly swallowed by Roger’s feverish kisses. He sucked your lower lip and lightly tugged on it as he pulled away, “Bed, now.” He said pulling away and lightly pushing you in the direction of his bed.

You nodded, scrambling to make your way over, plopping down, Roger pushed you back and you fell onto his plush blankets. He quickly climbed on top of you, wasting no time kissing down your neck and continuing down, nipping and licking at every bit of skin that had been exposed by your tee shirt riding up. He paused, kissing the waste band of your jeans and looking up at you, “Keep going,” You said breathlessly, “Please.” Roger grinned and unbuttoned your pants, slipping them off and revealing your panties which had soaked through. He nuzzled his nose against the dark spot of moisture that had collected and licked you through your panties. “Fuck,” You said, raking your hand through your hair with anticipation.

“You’re so wet,” Roger said, spreading your legs more and kissing along your thighs, gently licking and sucking at the soft supple skin, “You wet for me, love?” He asked, “You wet from sucking me off?”

You squirmed against him, inching closer so he would get the hint, “’M wet for you.” You whimpered.

“You like having my cock in your mouth?” Ge asked, hooking his fingers on either side of your panties and slowly pulling them down.

You let out a helpless sigh “Yes, I want your cock in my mouth.” You responded bucking your hips into his touch.

Roger held down your squirming hips and spread your folds apart, giving him an unfiltered view of your wet cunt, e led with his nose as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue followed, flatly licking at your core before his tongue swirled around your swollen clit causing you to let out a whiney breath, “Ah, Rog,” You moaned, reaching down and lacing your fingers in his hair.

Your stomach tightened, as the tip of his tongue meandered around your wet cunt, making sure to explore every inch you had to offer. He slipped two fingers into your tight cunt, slowly pumping his fingers into you and curling them as he alternated between suckling and lapping at your clit. Before he pulled away to watch you, sigh in disappointment at the loss of pleasure.

“Please, don’t stop,” you begged and bucked your hips onto his fingers that curled against your walls, rubbing against them. You back arched against his touches and as you felt him dive back between your legs, feeling his tongue sharply darting backing and forth on your sensitive nub. You tugged his hair and pressed his face closer into your cunt hoping to relieve some of the pressure that was building in the base of your tummy “Fuck, fuck, ‘m so close.” You mumbled out, your thighs clenching tightly as you tried to stave off your looming orgasm.

He paused momentarily, “It’s okay, you can let go.” He huffed out before swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking on it immediately after, sending you over the edge. Your chest heaved as your thighs clenched on either side of his face, your hand holding him in place as you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you.

He pulled away, watching your pussy clenching and pulsating around his fingers as they slowed down, milking and prolonging your pleasure. You found yourself pulling back from his soft teasing touches “Stop, stop, stop,” You whimpered helplessly as the pleasure and frustration soon became too much for you to handle.

Roger stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and softly grunting at the taste.

You looked at him through hazy eyes, your mouth still ajar and trying to steady out your erratic breaths. You soon found yourself pulling him back up your body, kissing him softly and sensually. Your mouths slowly moving against each other as you held him tightly against you. Roger pulled away pulling off yours and his shirts and trailing a line of kisses from your jaw and down your neck. “You want me to fuck this tight pussy of yours?” He growled right in your ear and ground his hips against your sensitive core.

You whimpered and held his hips in place, moving with them “Please,” you sighed.

“How do you want it?” He pulled away and studied your face, hoping you’d answer him honestly.

You stuttered, trying to find your words, no one had ever asked you that before “I… I…” you could hardly think of an answer “I don’t want to be able to walk afterwards.” There was your answer.

Roger’s face broke into a wide grin, “Turn over for me, love.” He said pulling away and tapping the side of your hips.

You quickly followed suit, rolling over onto your stomach and getting on your knees, spreading your legs and pushing your ass back against him. Roger licked his lips and spread your cheeks, getting a perfect view of your already swollen and wet cunt that was still sensitive from your previous orgasm “You’ve got such a pretty pussy, you know that?” His soft voice saying such lewd words caused you to twitch with anticipation. He hummed, “You like it when I talk to you like that?” He asked and slowly inserted two fingers into you causing you to gasp, “When I call you a good girl and tell you how good that pussy of yours taste?” You let out a low moan and clenched his fingers as they began to pump in and out of your cunt, “I could eat that cunt of yours all night if you’d let me,” He let out a soft sigh, “But, fuck I want to feel you clenching around my cock.” He said and pulled his fingers out of you abruptly.

You whined at the loss of feeling but he quickly pushed into you, his cock stretching you as he filled you up. You clenched the bedsheets tightly and gasped “R-Rog,” You sobbed out as he started moving slowly, still barely recovered from your previous orgasm, “Harder, please?”

Roger pulled out from you nearly all the way and slammed back into you, “You want me to fuck you harder?” He asked leaning over to growl in your ear and gripped a fist full of your hair, pulling it back and forcing your back to arch.

“Yes, please,” You cried out, “Please,” seemed to be the only word you could choke out as his hips harshly slapped against you. The sound of your slurred words mixed with his grunts and the sound of your skin slapping together and filled the room, forming a sinful combination.

His let go of your hair, allowing your arms to collapse as he now pushed your head into the mattress, driving you into the soft plush blankets with his hard-steady thrusts. His hand reached around pressing hard against your clit “You gonna come for me again, baby?” He asked rubbing harsh messy circles on the swollen and sensitive bud. You nodded your head against the mattress, whimpering incoherently, “I want that tight cunt of yours to come all over my cock, come on, I know you have another one in you.” Your walls fluttered around him, your second orgasm building easily and quickly threatening to overtake you.

The tight feeling in your belly began to build and you clenched your eyes shut tightly, choking out a high-pitched whine before your walls clenched hard around Roger’s cock “Ah, fuck, that’s my good girl.” Roger grunted through his tightly clenched jaw. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs and hips as his pace began to lose rhythm and become uneven. He groaned loudly, burying himself to the hilt as he spurted hot ropes of come into your still clenching pussy, allowing it to milk him as he worked the two of you through your highs with a few shallow thrusts.

His hand stayed on the small of your back as he stilled, slowly pulling out and whimpering as your tight walls brushed against his sensitive member. You straightened your legs out and laid flatly against the bed while Roger flopped over next to you. The sound of your rapid breaths filled the room as a comfortable silence hung in the air before Roger broke it, “I knew I made you nervous.” He said proudly.

You turned your head towards him, your muscles aching as you did, “Shut up,” You said and buried your face with embarrassment.

Roger pulled you into his sticky and sweaty chest, kissing your bare shoulder “I think it’s cute.” He mumbled against your skin.

“Cute?” You asked, peering up at him.

He swallowed thickly and nodded his head “Yeah, cute.” He reassured and reached down, pulling his tangled blankets over the two of you. You rolled onto your side, your back against Roger’s chest as he tapped soft mindless rhythms against your skin, “You know you should come around more often.” He said softly.

You rolled over and faced him still in his arms “If this is what happens when I come around more, then I guess I can.” You tried to feign disappointment but couldn’t hide it behind your post sex glow.

Roger’s hand came up, lightly brushing your messy hair from your face, “If you would have stopped hiding in your room, this would have happened sooner.” Roger admitted, his thumb softly rubbing circles on your cheek.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, sighing softly, “Can… can it happen again?” You asked sounding hopeful.

Roger couldn’t help but grin as you resorted back to your shy tactics, “Of course it can.” He said and once again pulled you back into his chest and running his fingers through your hair.

As the two of you laid in silence and felt a wave of exhaustion claim you, you couldn’t help but secretly feel thankful that Veronica had convinced you to go out tonight.

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