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everlasting-rainfall · 8 months

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I'm imaging a platonic version of your pages au with Whitebeard...

Maybe the book is about found family with a "larger than life" pirate who adopts the MC and Whitebeard reads it during his medical appointments and believes it's about him and his "new daughter", so he tracks down the author and abducts her so she can join her new family.

Any thoughts? 👀

OH MY GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I ADORE PLATONIC YANDERE’S LIKE THEY MAKE ME 🎆🎇🎆!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!

Thank you so much for sending this ask in, dearie!! I’ll make sure that it’s a lot of fun to read!! And for any of you reading this, feel free to send in some more stuff about platonic yandere’s especially if it’s Familial Yandere’s!

God, I love it so much!! It’s so freaking cute!!

Anyways before I start exploding like fireworks sprayed with a flamethrower, let’s get into it! Shall we?

I hope this is what you want! Also keep in mind that there’s no romance here, it’s all Platonic!!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Delusions, Kidnapping, Getting Heavily Babied, Character Death, Spoilers for Marineford, No Chance of Escape, Trapped Forever

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Okay so let’s say that the books are still about romance like there’s still the Pirate versus Marine love story but you decided to take a break from writing about that story to focus on something else like maybe you wrote a new book in the series

And this book entirely focuses on the main character getting separated from the love interests like maybe there was an accident at sea that made the MC fall overboard and they wind up being found by like this other group

This group takes them in and they’re kinda hostile at first but they become more trusting and caring over time eventually deciding to basically adopt the MC into the group as like the youngest sibling to the parent of the group

It doesn’t last forever though as at the end of the book, there’s a tearful goodbye between the main character as they’ve been found by the pirate and the marine so they have to return to their old life, a promise is made to not forget them and the group even helps the main character and their friends escape some pursuing enemies

End on a note of the parental figure of the group watching as the main character vanishes into the distance with their love interests and quietly saying “May you always find happiness, my dear son/daughter” or something to that extent

So with enough time, this book eventually lands in the hands of Whitebeard like let’s say that Marco got it for him to keep him from getting bored during his medical appointments and he appreciates the gift from his son so I’d say that he reads it

Like he’s sitting there getting a check up for his health and at first, he’s a little bored especially as he has no clue what’s going on due to this being a book later on in the series but he does know that he doesn’t like the Pirate or the Marine as they both seem annoying to him

He was about to put the book down and never touch it again but figured that he had about an hour left on the appointment so he might as well keep reading so he does getting to the part where the MC meets the group and gets taken in

Now he’s getting a bit interested and so he keeps reading getting more and more interested, he’s actually smiling quite a bit when the Main Character gets adopted into the group as the youngest sibling but when he finally reaches the end of the book and finds out that the Main Character leaves with the two characters that he finds annoying

God, you practically see the despair in his eyes…

His hopes perk up a little when he reads that the group arrives to save the Main Character and the two annoying ones (his words, not mine) from an enemy as he thinks that the leader of the group might take the MC back telling the two of them to get lost

But instead, the MC sails off into the distance and Whitebeard is left staring at the final sentence of the book alongside the illustration of the leader of the group looking off into the sunset

He can’t stand the idea of this and when he finds out this is a series of books, he remains somewhat hopeful that maybe the MC will go back to the group to be part of their family again so he asks Marco to buy the other books in the series when they reach a new island

Marco does of course and gives them to Whitebeard so now anytime that he’s bored or getting a medical appointment, he picks up one of the books and starts reading in hopes that what he wants will happen but alas… No such thing happens…

Throughout the books, there is brief mention of the group but they never appear again as maybe that book didn’t do too well with the audience that primarily reads your books or you just didn’t wanna include them again

The MC never goes back to the group, it’s enough to make this poor old man’s heartbreak and when he sees who the MC wound up with in the end it’s just about enough to make him want to get rid of these books

He almost does too like he was this close to ripping them up but instead he sees one last thing that makes him stop, he looks at the back of the book and sees your picture thanking your readers for the support along with telling them that you’re going to move onto other things but he doesn’t care much for that as he keeps staring at the picture

Is it just him or do you look just like how he envisioned the Main Character to look?

And now that he really thinks about it too… Is it just him or did the group seem eerily similar to the Whitebeard Pirates?

I mean the right hand man is a bird and the group leader is described as being as big as a whale plus a gun slinging cross dresser, a cook with a pompadour, and a narcoleptic with fire powers? There’s no way

He goes back and reads the book that introduced to the series and he sees even more similarities however whether they’re actually there or not is up to you but lord knows that it’s unintentional if it’s true

With this, Whitebeard basically has a lightbulb go off in his head as it’s clear to him now that you’re the youngest member of their family and he needs to go find you as clearly you’re in an unhappy relationship and just want to come home to Pops and your brothers

Well don’t worry as Pops is coming and he’s bringing the family who with some brief convincing have wound up just as deluded as Whitebeard is as they all really think that you’re some kind of lost member of their family

It’s gonna take a while to find you like I’d give it about a week at the least but a month at the most, he’s coming for you and it’s not like anyone can stop him as no matter what island you’re living on and no matter who it belongs to, he’s still coming

When he finds where you are, prepare to be almost immediately hauled off back to the ship with your screams and thrashes being shushes like you’re some kind of child throwing a temper tantrum

“We’re here to help you, stop thrashing!!” “Don’t you recognize us, *MC’s Name*?! We’re your family!!” “Quit screaming already, we’re taking you home!!”

Literally no matter what you do, there’s no chance once they’ve found you as you’ll be hauled back to the ship like you’re some kind of treasure then once they’re done on the island they’ll be sailing out into open waters so even if there was a chance now there’s -10000% chance of escape

Chances are that a big party is going to be held on the ship in celebration of you finally being back with them even though you were never here in the first place, everyone’s having the time of their lives though and no one is listening when you try to ask to be set free

You attempt to jump overboard and swim to safety while no one looks but I’d like to see you try as you’ll likely be found before you can even get close to the edge and if you do make it then you’ll be pulled up within seconds

You’re going absolutely nowhere and the only thing that you can convince them of is to at least use your real name when they talk to you

Honestly as well, something in me says that you should prepare to be babied as you’re the youngest sibling and you can’t even fight plus they haven’t seen you in so long like Whitebeard claims you were like that big when he last saw you

Like imagine going from a life of independence and doing things on your own to never being left alone and having people do a lot for you like you aren’t even allowed near the stove as you might burn yourself according to Thatch

You should just let them take care of everything for you now, they’ll take good care of you and someday when they deem that you can get married then they’ll help you find a suitable person that they approve of and who treats you right

You’re allowed to do some things for yourself like bathroom stuff and getting changed but other than that, it’s honestly a wonder to you that they don’t also have you wearing footie pajamas with a pacifier in your mouth considering the way that they treat you

Even if you attempt to bring up your problems with this to Pops and request to leave, Whitebeard will simply say that he’ll think about it but always he’ll get back to you under an hour and tell you no as you’re staying like this plus you’re not going anywhere

Why would you want to go anywhere anyways? They can give you everything that you’ve ever wanted or needed right here on the Moby Dick, you should be really grateful that they’re doing this for you as they found you and rescued you after all this time

I wouldn’t recommend trying to raise a big stink about wanting to leave either as it’ll likely just be seen as a temper tantrum by the Whitebeard Pirates which will just get you an early nap time like imagine being scooped up in this man’s hand and forced to take a long nap on his chest because clearly you’re fussy from sleepiness

Now you might think that you have a chance of getting away when you hear that Whitebeard dies and the Whitebeard Pirates get scattered by Blackbeard like you definitely feel sympathy for them but this could also be your chance at freedom

Yeah, no sorry… Marco is definitely not letting you go ever after what happened like you’re on such a short leash that it’s practically non-existent like hell, I can see him legitimately child leashing you in public…

Also dating and getting married someday is completely out the window now like if someone takes even the slightest interest in you, Marco is going to scare them off so there’s no chance for you to ever escape

Your fate was sealed the exact moment that Whitebeard picked up one of your books, you’re his youngest child and you’re not leaving your family ever even when he’s gone…

The family will be together forever even if they have to put you on a child leash…

#minors dni #yandere #yandere one piece #the rain talks back #reader insert #pages au #read the trigger warnings #one piece #yandere male #platonic yandere #Familial Yandere #Yandere Whitebeard #Platonic Yandere Whitebeard #Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Pirates

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jinhyun · 2 years

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—dreamlike.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: pining, fluff, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: 8.3k (sorry)

warnings: mentions of drinking, minors dni!!

summary: hyunjin would never have thought he'd end up ditching a party for you. never in his wildest dreams would he have thought he'd end up leaving the girl he so badly wanted to hook up with to come to you instead. however, there he was, arriving at the art studio late at night just to be with you.

a/n: so... can you tell i got too caught up in my feels lmao. anyway this is part nineteen of my social media au "watercolor", for those of you who don't follow the story. you guys can take all that happens here as you may, make your own conclusions heh. i hope you guys enjoy! i would love to read your thoughts and theories about what's going on or what's to come here, tysm for reading<3

Hooking up with Yerim. That was Hyunjin's plan for the night. Just get to the party, go up to her, talk for a bit, make a move, and then hopefully take her back home like he had wanted to do for a good while now. Simple as that.

Instead, he was standing in the middle of an isolated 24/7 grocery store aisle, at nearly one in the morning, looking for some bottled water to bring you over to the art studio.

He could only laugh over how differently his night was going, according to the original plan.

When Hyunjin first got to the party that night, he would never have thought he would end up ditching it for you. He and his friends were having way too much fun for the idea of leaving early even crossing his mind.

But Changbin, out of all his friends, was missing. And so were you.

That's when he should've known his night would not go to plan.

Bin had let them all know he was arriving a bit later, Hyunjin did not mind that. They saw each other every day at their shared dorm, he could not care less if Changbin ended up skipping the party. What he did mind, however, was the fact that you were not at the party either, at the same time his friend so conveniently wasn't there as well.

"You okay?" Felix asked, handing him a glass of soju as he reached his side.

Hyunjin nodded, staring into the glass he had just accepted from his friend. "Is Y/N coming tonight?"

Felix's eyebrows raised in slight surprise. "Um, no. She said she wasn't coming".

"She isn't?"

"I think she was getting done with next week's art assignment" Seungmin drew his attention.

"On a Saturday night?" Hyunjin incredulously rolled his eyes.

"She isn't the first in our class for no reason".

"Right".

Taking a sip of his drink under his friends' knowing looks, he took a quick look around the place. Minhyuk's parents were mad rich, so the place they got him near campus was way too big for a single person to live in — or so Hyunjin thought. However, he could only admit it was a great place to hold parties at.

Most dance majors were there, along with other people who had tagged along with them —Seungmin being one of them—, yet the place was far from seeming too crowded. Still, he was having a hard time finding Yerim. Leaving his friends' side and walking around to look for her seemed like the right thing to do, and he would've done it right away, if it weren't for the sight of Cherry cheerfully approaching his small group, being followed by your whole gang.

Chaeryeong went straight up to Seungmin, whose face lit up in a split second. Han greeted them all with a smile and wondered where they had gotten their drinks from, not giving Jeongin time to properly greet them as well and dragging him to the kitchen once Felix pointed towards it. Minho greeted them all with a small nod, not bothering to smile at Hyunjin once his eyes fixed on him.

And that was it. Once again, no sight of you.

"Y/N's not coming?" Hyunjin found himself asking before he could stop himself.

Minho's eyes had seemed to throw daggers at him as soon as your name had slipped past his lips. "Why do you care?"

"Yah, don't be mean" Chae slapped his arm, for the first time taking her eyes away from Seungmin and later focusing them on Hyunjin. "She's not. She wanted to be left alone with her art tonight".

"Told you she was not coming" Felix nudged him.

"Told you she was painting" Seungmin mumbled.

Both of their taunting remarks received a roll of eyes from Hyunjin, who had missed Chaeryeong's proud smile as he proceeded to search around the place once more for the blonde he was trying to hook up with — a smirk curving up his mouth when he finally found her by the other side of the living room.

After that, the night had seemed to move rather fast.

Hyunjin had gone up to her and her friends, made his smooth way into the conversation, and managed to get her away from their little circle in a matter of minutes — snatching a seat on the white leather sofa, that left them with little to no space in between their bodies. Lucky him.

However, although he had managed to find the girl he had been looking for since he got there, and although she was now only a couple of centimeters away from him as they shamelessly flirted back and forth, he couldn't seem to stop his eyes from wandering around the place, not exactly knowing what they were looking for.

His aimless stare found its focus when a group of people sat down in a circle near the sofa they were sitting down on, one of them bringing an empty soju bottle and loudly announcing that a round of spin the bottle was about to begin.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes for the third time that night. Lame. But that didn't stop him from looking one by one at each person that had sat down and was willing to play.

None of his friends. So he confirmed when he saw them all still in the previous spot he had left a few minutes ago — a light laugh leaving his mouth at the sight of Chaeryeong pretending to leave Seungmin's side to go play, only to have him pull her right back to him and place his arm around her shoulders. Yeah, they were definitely not playing.

His eyes travelled back to the game already taking place next to him. Still, no sight of you. Thankfully this time.

Hyunjin couldn't stop but wonder what you would've done, had you been there. He had been to a couple of parties you had attended as well, but he had always been too busy hooking up with someone else to pay attention to these games and its players. Had you ever played before? Were you the type to play this kind of game at all? Would you have played had you shown up tonight? Would he have been down to play if you had been currently sitting down on that circle as the bottle started to spin around?

He shook his head in a poor attempt to push all those annoying thoughts away, finishing the rest of his drink in one go and then fixing his eyes on Yerim.

"You want me to bring you another drink?" he offered, motioning to her almost empty cup.

God knows he needed another one.

She nodded, a smile curving up the corners of her mouth. "Another beer would be nice".

"Got it," he smiled, gently taking the cup from her hands and standing up. "Be right back".

His smile would only last the ten seconds span from the couch to the kitchen. The sight of Changbin's back and a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, was all it took for it to be erased.

Hyunjin stood there frozen, holding his breath without even noticing, as he stared at his friend making out with someone who looked a bit too much like you. And he could've sworn his heart stopped for a moment.

Clearing his throat, he excused his way past the few people who were in the kitchen as well —mostly classmates of his that were too busy drinking to mind the two people making out right next to them— and made it to the fridge. Although he tried to keep his eyes focused anywhere else in the room, he could not help but take a look at his hyung. It was no news he disliked the idea of you and Changbin together, in any way possible.

He had already heard you two going at it in his room once, and he had seen you come out of said exact room the morning after. But he had never seen you actually kiss after that one time at the club, when he didn't really seem to care. And the annoying pressure in his chest right now could only tell him how much he genuinely despised the idea of you and Bin together. Even more than he had thought.

Until they pulled away and he realised it was not you. Nor did the girl actually look like you. And he felt like he could breathe and go on with his night again.

His mind was truly somewhere else tonight.

Taking a deep breath to try and compose himself, he proceeded to open the fridge like he had meant to from the beginning, so he could take a can of beer for Yerim out of it.

"Can you get me one?" Bin asked him from behind, earning a small jump from Hyunjin.

"Uh, sure" he mumbled, shakily reaching for another beer and handing it to his hyung.

As Changbin opened it and took a sip, Hyunjin couldn't stop his eyes from travelling to the girl a couple of meters away, who was now talking to another of his classmates. He quickly recognized her as Soyeon, one of the popular acting majors he used to see at every other party, and he couldn't help but wonder how come he had for one second thought her dyed bright red hair belonged to you.

"Don't you even think about cockblocking me tonight" Changbin warned with a taunting smirk once he caught on Hyunjin's stare on her.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, leaning back on the now closed fridge. "Don't intend to".

"Because she's not Y/N," Changbin took a sip of his beer. "Otherwise you would've already been pulling her away, wouldn't you?"

"I wouldn't…" Hyunjin's voice came out way too uncertain for his own liking. "I thought you… she…"

Changbin followed his friend's gaze once more, a knowing smile parting his lips when his eyes fixed on Soyeon and he got what Hyunjin was trying to say.

"Y/N didn't come," he repeated what everyone had already let him know. "So don't worry, I'm not making out with her tonight".

Hyunjin scoffed. He did so not care about that. Although the last addition of the word 'tonight' did not sit quite well with him.

"I know".

"Go back to your hookup then," Bin motioned towards the beer Hyunjin was holding, guessing it was for someone else. "There's nothing for you to worry about here".

"I'm staying here for a bit longer" Hyunjin stated, placing the beer can on the kitchen counter and pulling his phone out of his pocket. "You can go back to sucking faces, though".

Changbin smiled, saying nothing more as he made his way back to the awaiting girl. Hyunjin gawked loudly when Bin's mouth crashed against hers — feeling accomplished the moment he got flipped off by his hyung.

Taking his phone out, he bit his lip as he considered whether he should do what he was about to or not. His thumbs acted before his mind, however, opening your chat and wasting no time on typing the words before he could give it another thought.

You had been on his mind all night, it was driving him crazy. Hearing his friends tell him you weren't coming was not enough anymore, he needed to hear it from you. Well, read it from you. That way he would stop thinking about you being there when you were not, and he would be able to focus on his night with Yerim.

What he didn't expect was for his plans to change as soon as you confirmed what he wanted to know and told him you were not coming, for his priorities to change the second you told him you were at the art studio alone and would be walking home on your own in the middle of the night, and to feel the need to go to you when, on top of all that, you said your head hurt.

He didn't even realise when he had told you he was coming to you, but he didn't regret saying it either.

Grabbing the beer can once more and leaving the empty cup of soju on the counter —as he would not be drinking anymore—, he made his way to let his friends know he was leaving earlier and then to the girl who was still waiting for him on the sofa. She smiled as soon as she saw him walking towards her, and just for a moment, Hyunjin wondered whether he should fuck up this new chance he had to hook up with her, for you. It only lasted a second, then he was handing the beer to Yerim and explaining to her that an emergency had come up and he needed to leave right away.

So he left, with the promise of seeing each other later.

And then there he was fifteen minutes later, paying for a bottle of water for you after having dropped by his dorm so he could get you some painkillers for your headache.

Life surely was unpredictable.

—-—-—-—-—-—-—♡

Hyunjin hissed when he tripped on the main entrance's staircase, for a moment there wondering why the hell your faculty was so goddamn dark, before it hit him what time it actually was.

He had never been to the art studio at night. He had hardly ever made it to the art studio at all — mostly to one of the art classrooms whenever Mrs. Moon asked him to model for her students. Seungmin was the only friend of his who was an art major, after all, and he had never needed his presence at the studio other than for a few coffee runs here and there. Of course you were there, too, but up until last month he would never have gone all the way there just because you needed him to. Not past midnight at least. Definitely not when he was at a party, just about to hook up with someone else. Unlike now.

Something had changed, that he could not deny. He didn't know what exactly, or maybe he refused to put his finger on it because he did not like the answer. But something had definitely changed between the two of you for him to offer to bring you painkillers all the way here and to walk you home afterwards.

A small smile he could not suppress made its way to his lips as he thought about how ridiculous the whole situation was, how ridiculous he must've looked to his friends and anyone else when he told them he was leaving the party to go see you instead. God, he didn't even want to think about all the questions they would ask the next day.

At least he wouldn't look ridiculous by tripping again, he thought as he reached the hallway to the art studio and was met with the rather bright lights of it turned on, which he guessed was your doing as the self-proclaimed ultimate nerd. It didn't last long, though, for as soon as he entered the studio, he was met with mostly darkness all over again — a dim light coming from a lamp in the corner being all he could count on to recognize your sleeping figure by one of the desks.

Another smile took over his face at the sight of you, staring at you from afar for a couple of seconds before he quietly made his way over to you. Your face remained slightly hidden in between your folded arms over the table, messy strands of hair helping to cover you up some more, yet he still managed to get a glimpse of your closed eyes and the faintly still fresh painting under your body.

Taking a seat right in front of you and placing the bottle of water he had brought for you on the table, he found himself internally debating whether he should wake you up or not. He knew he had to, there was no way you were spending the night there, but you looked so peaceful right then, body softly moving up and down with each breath you took, that he couldn't help but feel bad to disturb your sleep.

"Y/N…" Hyunjin whispered after a while, reaching over the desk to gently shake your shoulder. "Hey…"

"Mm…" you whined, weakly trying to free yourself from his hold.

"Y/N," he shook you once more, this time getting you to open your heavy eyes. "You fell asleep".

"What time is it?" you mumbled, voice hoarse as you were just starting to take in your surroundings.

"A little past one" he let you know.

You nodded, muffling a yawn against your forearm before you sat up straight, tiredly rubbing your eyes and then fixing your hair at the realisation of Hyunjin being the one you were in front of — remaining absolutely clueless about the blue oil paint stain adorning your cheekbone.

He, on the other hand, didn't fail to notice as soon as your face was no longer hidden. A small, breathy laugh escaped his lips at the sight of it. Cute.

"Are you feeling better?" he wondered.

You shrugged. "Don't know…" your eyes wandered around the poorly illuminated room before they focused on him. "I think so?"

"You think so?" he chuckled. "You still need the pills?"

"Mhm…" you nodded. "I didn't make you come all the way here over nothing".

"You didn't make me," he corrected you, reaching into his jean's pocket for the painkillers tablet he had brought. "I offered".

"More like didn't give me a choice" you taunted with a small smile.

Hyunjin laughed, shaking his head in defeat. "You seem to be a lot better, you sure this wasn't a trap?"

You rolled your eyes, snatching the tablet from his hand and taking a single pill from it. "I guess the nap helped a bit".

"Mhm…" Hyunjin agreed, taking the lid off the bottle and then handing it over to you. "Good thing I came, otherwise you would've spent the night here for what I could see".

"My saviour" you cynically over-dramatized as you put the pill in your mouth, taking the bottle he was offering you and sipping down a good amount of water.

"You are very welcome" he smiled, cynically as well.

Only then a genuine smile took over your face, closing your eyes for a moment and leaning back on the chair as you waited for the pill to make effect.

It was oddly comforting how you could so easily go back to joke around with each other after what happened the last time you had seen each other, how comfortable you were in one another's presence even after you hadn't talked at all ever since, and after you had avoided him because you were sure you would burst into tears the moment his eyes locked with your still very embarrassed ones.

None of that seemed to matter right then. You didn't know why, maybe it was the fact that you weren't fully awake yet and didn't have it in you to be embarrassed, but you were thankful you didn't really have to address the past events in order for the two of you to be able to hang out again.

"Thank you," you spoke up after a while. "You really didn't have to come".

"It's okay," he reassured you, carefully watching you close the bottle and place it back down on the table. "I couldn't let you walk to your dorm alone at night whilst having a headache".

"You could've, actually".

"I didn't want to".

"Such a gentleman" you smiled, and he couldn't tell whether you were being honest or you were once again teasing him, like it was oh-so-usual by now.

Therefore, he ended up rolling his eyes and ignoring your comment altogether — eyes travelling down to the painting you had been working on instead. "So what have you been painting all night?"

"Nothing," you replied in a heartbeat, pulling your artwork towards you and under the table embarrassingly fast.

"That didn't look like nothing…" he pointed out, watching as you opened your backpack lying on the floor next to you and shoved the small painting inside. "Yah, why can't I see? I already saw some of it before you snatched it away".

"You don't just go around looking at a lady's painting, Hwang Hyunjin" you brought an offended hand up to your chest.

His mouth opened up in defeat, biting down on his lip to hide the smile that had just made its way to his lips at your words. "I won't show you any of my paintings ever then".

"You've never shown them to me anyway" you playfully stuck your tongue out to him. "You can just take a look around if you're that desperate to see my paintings, though".

"I wanted to see that one, though" he pouted.

Regardless of his bummed up statement, which you were not falling for, Hyunjin proceeded to take a look around your usual working place.

He had seen most of it when Seungmin had asked him to bring the two of you some coffee over a couple of weeks ago, before the —not— double date you had gone on with him and Chaeryeong. Funny how this wasn't actually the first time he had dropped everything else to bring you something.

Everything was pretty much still the same, colourful canvases everywhere in the room making a mess of it, yet somehow filling its white walls with life. Yours in particular remained all piled up by the floor, next to your self-assigned desk. The only difference from the last time he visited was a rather big flower painting on what used to be a blank canvas on an easel. Although he knew you had gotten an A+ on your last assignment, he had never seen the final result, and it only took him one look at it to know why you got the grade you did.

He recognized the flowers on the canvas right away, although the entire scenery portrayed on it gave away that you had decided to paint the ones you had seen by the Han River — more precisely, the ones you had seen with him, when the two of you had gone away from your friends to give them some privacy and ended up wandering around for hours, sitting down after a good while on the green grass a few meters away from the water.

You had pointed out how pretty they were, and he had agreed. That was all there was to the purple lilacs you had dedicated your entire work to, as the rest of the day you had spent it sitting down there, talking and having a laugh. He didn't realise you had been looking at them every other minute, and he most definitely did not think you would get your inspiration from them. Something about the situation made his heart race, however… in a very nice way.

"Watercolor" Hyunjin mumbled, catching your attention as he stood up and walked over to your side of the desk, where the easel with your painting was.

"Huh?"

"You ended up using watercolor," he explained, leaning in to take a closer look at it. "You weren't sure what technique you were going for back then".

"Ah, back at the river?" you guessed, receiving a small nod from him. "Yeah, I mean… I thought of playing it safe with oil painting, but…"

"I told you watercolor was the best way to go" he smiled triumphantly.

You rolled your eyes, standing up as well so you could get closer to him and get a better view of the painting you had already moved past from after it was graded. "Don't get so cocky now. I only went with it because it worked better with the result I was going for".

"Mhm… sure" he teased, dramatically placing a hand on his shoulder after you had lightly shoved him with yours.

"I'm never using watercolor again".

"Aw, never again?" he teasingly pouted, taking one step towards you.

"Nope," you stated. "Well, starting off once I finish the painting I promised Felix".

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "You're painting something for Felix?"

You nodded. "He saw my project when he came by the other day and asked me to make one for him. I mean, I'm sure he was like, half joking, but…"

"How come I don't get a painting from the next Picasso?"

A snort escaped your mouth, followed by an amused shake of your head. "You haven't asked".

"Can I get one?"

"I don't know," you played it hard, puckering your lips and looking at the ceiling deep in thought. "Will I ever get a painting from you?"

"I'm not an art major" he reminded you.

"Doesn't make you any less of an artist" you smiled.

Hyunjin couldn't help but mirror your smile, finding himself undoing the eye contact as he felt his cheeks suddenly burn. "If I say yes, will I get one from you?"

"I asked first".

"No, I asked first" he contradicted.

Rolling your eyes, you stood up straight and folded your arms under your chest. "Yeah, I can do that".

"Okay then," Hyunjin smiled. "I haven't ever painted for anyone, but I guess I could make an exception for you".

Lowering your head in a poor attempt not to show the beaming smile that had taken over your face, you cleared your throat, taking a step back and staring at the rather messy desk you had been working on —and sleeping on—, as you tried to control your heart from going wild.

"So we have a deal?" he leaned slightly in, looking for your eyes.

You nodded, finally looking up at him. "You're probably getting an oil painting, though. That's what I've been mostly into lately".

He chuckled, causing your heart to make another jump the second your eyes caught a glimpse of his hand getting closer. The space from his body to your face felt almost as if it happened in slow motion — until the warmth of his touch was comfortingly placed on your cheek, and his thumb rubbed ever so gently on it.

"Yeah, I can see".

"W-What?"

Hyunjin laughed breathily, running his thumb up and down your cheek once more. "Your cheek is blue".

Being hit by reality, you brought your hand up to cover it, later staring down at your art supplies and only then realising you had fallen asleep on top of the piece you had been working on that evening. "Yah, why didn't you tell me?"

Another laugh escaped Hyunjin's mouth, this time more of a giggle. "Because you look cute".

"Don't," you whined, rubbing your palm against your cheek to try and take the paint off. "I bet I look like an idiot".

"You look cute," he repeated. "I can help you even it up, though".

"Wha—"

Hyunjin's fingertips tracing against the until then clean side of your face was quick to cut your words off, having your stunned eyes travel down to the palette on your desk and then to his hand, only to be hit with realisation at the sight of his freshly yellow painted fingers.

Not like the mischievous smile parting his lips and the loud giggle that escaped them right after didn't give away what he had just done anyway.

"Hwang Hyunjin!" you recriminated him, reaching for the palette and staining your fingers with fresh paint as well.

"Wait, no" he backed away as soon as he saw you were about to take revenge. "No, I'm no—"

His mouth remained open forming a perfect 'o' once you had smashed a mixture of blue and yellow on his chin, being now his turn to watch you laugh.

That lasted a little over three seconds. After that, chaos was unleashed as he snatched the palette from next to you and started merciless chasing you around the studio.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" you pleaded in between your own laughter as you went around the desk.

"Saying sorry won't save you" he warned you, smiling when he managed to corner you against it and the wall.

"Careful with the clothes," you begged, holding your hands up in front of him for him to stay away. "Careful with th—Hyunjin!"

He threw his head back to let out a throaty laugh after having smashed some more paint on you, this time on your neck, as you had not stopped moving while he aimed for your chin.

"If you stained my sweater I swear t—"

"I didn't," he reassured you with a smirk. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't put paint on me".

You scoffed in utter disbelief. "Excuse me, you're the one who started".

Hyunjin chuckled. "I was only trying to even up the stain you gave yourself".

"It's only fair I even up that stain on your chin then" you nodded, reaching out to get more paint from the palette he was holding.

"It's right in the middle, there's nothing to even up" he pointed out, squinting his eyes at you after you had painted his cheek instead.

"Oops," you cynically pouted. "Seems like I will have to even that up now".

He rolled his eyes, both in amusement and resignation, and turned his cheek to you while he leant in, so you could get it over with. You smiled, letting out a giggle that had him smiling as well before he once more felt your fingertips trace against his cheek — this time slower, gentler, as you no longer feared getting caught by him.

"Happy?" he wondered, turning to you.

"Mhm…" you managed to get out, gulping down your nervousness at the sudden closeness — memories from the last time you had him this close invading your mind. "We should, um… I should get m-my things, so we can leave…"

"I haven't evened up the stain on your neck, though".

Your heart jumped, and a wave of heat reached your face. "Haven't you painted me enough?"

"Nope," he smiled, placing the palette down on the desk and taking some more blue paint from it. "It's only fair".

You rolled your eyes, clearing your throat as quietly as you could not to show how nervous you were. Nevertheless, you tilted your head to the side, resignatedly exposing your neck to him. "If you say it's only fair…"

He laughed under his breath, using one of his clean fingers to move your hair behind your shoulder and avoid getting oil paint on it. "You know it is".

You didn't know why you felt the way you did, he was literally just putting some paint on your skin like he had already done two other times by now, that was it. However, your knees went weak at the contact of his fingers against your skin — his every trace burning down each inch they touched. He had already painted your cheek and the other side of your neck, but his touch right then didn't feel quite like it had felt before.

Ten seconds felt like an eternity, as his gentle touch and his calm breathing hitting your skin had sent you over the moon.

"Are you painting something over there?" you wondered when his traces no longer felt like simple lines, earning a small laugh under his breath.

"Just a couple of lines" Hyunjin reassured.

You didn't buy it. "If you're drawing something embarrassing, I—"

"Okay," he mumbled, standing up straight with one last tap to your neck. "We're even now".

You leaned slightly back, trying your hardest to look down to your neck, although you knew there was no use. "It's done?"

Hyunjin nodded, smiling ever so softly when your eyes fixed on his. You had never seen that look on him, not towards you, and for a moment there you allowed yourself to have hope — hope about him maybe, deep down, having feelings for you, too.

And that hope was only reassured when his hand reached up to cup your cheek for the second time that night, rubbing tender circles near the corner of your mouth that took your breath away.

"I don't think there is anything else for you to even up now…" you pointed out in a whisper, voice failing you under his intense stare.

"Y/N?" he asked, eyes travelling from your lips to your anticipating eyes.

"Mm?"

"Does your head still hurt?"

You laughed quietly, breathily. "Kinda forgot about it with the whole you chasing me around thing".

Hyunjin smiled. "Good".

Just like that, he leaned in and closed the space between your mouths — plump, soft lips trapping your bottom one, as you remained too stunned to do anything other than close your eyes and get lost in the gentle touch of his you had craved for so long.

It roughly lasted five seconds, maybe six. Too short of a time for you to be able to tell whether you were dreaming or not. Yet that was all it took for you to wonder how you could have survived all this time without getting a taste of his lips. All it took for you to want more, for you to know you needed more.

One look at Hyunjin and the way his eyes once again travelled back down from your eyes to your mouth, was all it took for you to know he was feeling the same.

And just like that, his mouth was back on yours, and you confirmed this was indeed not a dream, nor your recent headache driving you mad.

You kissed him back this time, melting under the touch and taste of his lips, and the warmth of his hand as it travelled down from your cheek to your neck. Your hand rested comfortably on his chest while your other arm wrapped around his neck, tugging at his t-shirt when you stumbled against the desk he was cornering you against.

That seemed to give him the perfect opportunity to lift you up and sit you down by the edge of it, barely giving you time to adjust when his hands were tightly grabbing your waist and his mouth was back on yours.

Bringing your other arm up around his neck as well, you tightened your hold around it, letting out a contented hum before opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to gently massage yours.

A part of you still felt like you were dreaming with each touch of his. The way his hands moved slightly down to your hips and tightened their hold on them to pull you closer to him, the way his thumbs caressed the spot they were resting on, the way his hot mouth felt on yours, and how his heavy breathing would hit your face… it all felt too perfect, too dreamy to be true.

It only hit you that you were in the middle of the art studio when Hyunjin's hand pressed to your lower back and his body leaned over yours, placing your hand on the desk to keep your balance and managing to press it down on the long forgotten palette instead.

"Wait, wait" you mumbled against his lips, pushing him slightly away by his chest. "Someone could walk in".

"Don't care" he whispered, trapping your lip in between his once more — only for you to pull away and stare at him with incredulous eyes.

"Are you drunk?" you questioned.

"No," his eyebrows furrowed. "I only had one drink the whole night, do I seem drunk to you?"

You denied with your head.

He smiled, stealing another kiss from you. "Do I taste drunk to you?"

Your cheeks burned at his question. You denied again. "Last time, though…"

Hyunjin sighed, defeatedly resting his forehead on yours at the memory of the way he had pushed you away when Yerim walked into the dance studio. "I wouldn't have pulled away if you had been kissing me like this".

You playfully shoved him away, hearing a loud giggle escape his mouth as your face burned up harder. "You're the one kissing me".

"Maybe…" he murmured, already back at looking for your lips. "But you're not stopping me".

Rolling your eyes in feigned annoyance, you pulled him into another kiss, feeling like your heart would burst out of your chest when you felt his breathy laugh against your mouth, taking a moment to cup your cheek and deepen the kiss.

You swore you could kiss him all night. Especially since, even if it hurt to admit, you didn't know if you would ever get to kiss him again and feel as good as you were feeling right then.

This could only be a one time thing as far as you knew. You wished it wasn't. You truly wished it wasn't. But you were making the most out of it regardless.

No matter how long you could kiss him for, however, you knew reality would hit at some point. It was his phone buzzing in his pocket, the one to bring you back to it.

You had both ignored it at first, being too busy getting a taste of each other to care about anything else, but Hyunjin ended up breaking the kiss apart when it wouldn't stop — not without having first let out a frustrated sigh and mumbled a small 'sorry' against your swollen lips.

"You're not answering it?" you couldn't help but wonder after he had taken one small look at the screen and shoved it right back in his pocket.

He shook his head no, resting his hands on your thighs and smiling before pecking your mouth. "I can get back to them later".

You bit your bottom lip, smiling against his mouth when he leaned in to steal another kiss you didn't wait to return. "We should probably leave…"

"Mm…" he whined against your mouth. "Just a little more…"

A light laugh escaped your lips, pulling him in by placing your hand on the back of his neck and planting two chaste kisses to his needy mouth. "It's like, two in the morning by now…"

He sighed, reluctantly letting go of you and resting his forehead on your shoulder for a second before he stood up straight. "It's not that late but okay, let's go".

"I thought you wanted to go back to the party after dropping me off?" you pointed out, getting off the desk and going to pick up your bag.

"Nah, I'm not going back there" he shrugged, rolling his eyes with a smile when you questioningly squinted your eyes at him. "I'm not!"

"If you say so…" you shrugged as well, throwing your bag over your shoulder and turning the lamp by your working spot off.

Maybe not the brightest of decisions, considering the room went nearly pitch black, if it weren't for the hallway's lights giving you some sense of visibility. That didn't stop you from stumbling against one of the chairs as you reached Hyunjin's side.

"Easy," he teased, grabbing your wrist even though you were far from falling down. You didn't protest. "Do I have to carry you out of here?"

"Shut up" you half whined, half laughed, sticking next to him as the two of you made your way out of the studio.

You couldn't help but smile as soon as the light of the hallway hit his face, only then realising how pink his lips were as a result of your previous doings. Somehow, that simple sight had managed to make the entire situation feel more real.

And if it weren't because you had gathered every single bit of self-control in your body, you would've pulled him into another kiss right then and there.

"What?" he dumbfoundedly asked at the sight of your shy smile.

You shook your head in response, trying your best to brush it off as you reached for his cheek and traced one of the oil paint stains your fingers had left. "You look ridiculous".

Hyunjin's mouth opened in full offense. "Here I was calling you cute, and now you go and insult me".

"Well, you do look ridiculous" you laughed, earning a small shove from his shoulder on yours. "Let's hope it washes off easily".

He shrugged. "It was worth it anyway".

Your heart jumped at the sound of his words, standing still in the middle of the hallway as Hyunjin resumed walking towards the exit. It didn't take long for him to realise you were not following — turning around and tilting his head when he saw you just standing there, staring at him in complete awe.

"You coming?"

You nodded your head, still a bit stunned as you were brought back to your senses. Taking a deep breath to try and collect yourself, you rushed next to him once again, so you could for once and for all begin your ten minutes journey to your dorm.

Although you didn't want this moment to ever end, and you loved the thought of walking home alone with him, a part of you hoped to get there soon. You didn't know how much longer you would last before the realisation of tonight's events hit and your knees finally gave out.

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vanitaslvr · 2 months

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ⁞ I already knew ❤︎

Kenma x gn! Reader

↳ ꒰ content ꒱ fluff, jealousy, friends to lovers, reader is Nekoma’s manager, jealous kenma

꒰ note ꒱ i sadly cant find the anon who requested it anymore BUT i had much fun writing it! I really hope this goes after what you expected ^^

꒰ tw ꒱ english isn’t my first language!, Bad grammar!

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Kenma was nervous .. right now he was standing in front of your shoe locker with an envelope in his hands

“Yo kenma come on just do it, the worst they can do is say no” Kuroo says after taking the letter and putting it into your locker and then dragging kenma to class not giving him any time to take it out again.

flashback to last year when kenma was a first year, after you joined the volleyball club as a manager (you were also a first year), kenma catched on quickly on some of your hobbies. after he found out you also liked playing video games like him he became very Interested in you and after a few months he finally realized he had feelings for you he of course told kuroo first. kuroo obviously told him to confess... which he did second year.

Anyways a little later after class kenma, kuroo, yaku and lev leave for the cafeteria, little did kenma know… he would meet you while walking and he indeed did He sees you talking with a boy, kenma knows him! He was the captain of the basketball club. Kenma felt his jealousy build up so he quickly walked away “whats up with him?” Yaku asks, kuroo looks around and quickly catches on what was happening “well his crush is talking to the basketball club captai-“ he stops talking after hearing the words that came out of the basketball captains mouth “so you wanna go out with me?” “Haha no im sorry im already interested in someone” you say “ oh come on y/n don’t be like that i know you want me” he said flexing with his arm muscles. You look at him with bored eyes as you walk past him. “Well i really hope y/n is interested in kenma or else were gonna have a problem” yaku says “why? Is it bad that y/n likes someone else?” After hearing these words from lev yaku kicked him yelling “obviously its bad because then kenma would be sad! We can’t have our poor kenma sad!” “Well for now that doesnt matter im hungry lets go ready” kuroo says making his way up to the cafeteria

After school you arrive at the gym seeing the boys already fully concentrated on their training As you went inside you can already hear Yamamoto yell “ Y/N OUR BELOVED MANAGER I MISSED YOU SO MUCH” as he starts sprinting at you but quickly gets snatched on his shirt by kuroo “well well yamamoto don’t scare our y/n like that” You feel eyes staring at you and you know exactly who they blong to

A few seconds after coach Nekomata came in and the training officially starts. as training went on you quickly came to realize that kenma was avoiding you, you knew exactly why and yet you were to shy to go up to him and ask him why he was avoiding you .

After the training it was already dark outside “yo y/n walk with us” kuroo yells “YEAH COME ON WE CAN’T HAVE YOU WALK ALONE AT NIGHT” yamamoto yells. 10 minutes after walking with the small group kuroo decides to poke into kenmas side then pointing right to you, kenma just shakes his head but kuroo had other plans

“Yo y/n kenma wants to talk to you he has something important to say” he said before walking away with yaku dragging yamamoto with them. you turn to look at kenma who was looking very nervous “y/n i-“ “you like me, i know.. i already knew you liked me for a bit now i always felt someone staring at me and i knew it was you” you smile at him “i never knew you’d catch on that quickly to be honest” “well kenma now that you kind of confessed may i confess something too?” You ask, he looked at you nodding his head “i like you too.. i actually have been for a very long time” you stated. Kenma looked at you in shock poor boy doesn’t know how to react to that well yeah he is happy that you like him back but he wouldn’t know what to do next..that is until you kiss him. As you pulled away you both were a blushing mess.. ''sooo.. you wanna play some overwatch at my place?'' you just nod as you both walk to the bus stop hand in hand

''THEY GROW UP SO FAST'' yamamoto cries yaku just looks at yamamoto with a small smile agreeing before looking over to kuroo just just stares at you and kenma ''im really happy kenma finally found another person he can spend some equally time with'' he said while yaku nodding in agreement -------------------------------- authors note : FINALLY DONE.... SO i never actually wrote for a jealous! person before so it was kind hard for me to do and took me some time -i know this is definetly not the best and i would really appreciate some tipps and advice for writing (especially since this is my FIRST fanfic i actually publish)

anyways stay healthy yall! drink and eat enough!

#Spotify #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #nekoma #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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starrzhao · 11 months

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what are the odds? | k.tr

synopsis you've tried numerous attempts in confessing to taerae but somehow it always ends up turning into unfortunate accidents…misleading taerae into thinking you hate him at some poor attempts

pairing taerae x gn!reader

genre romance, fluff, humor, angst if you squint

word count 9.6k

content/tags sfw, miscommunication/misunderstanding trope, university!au setting, part-time barista!taerae

warnings I am not funny but I tried, swearing, a lotta things are unrealistic (anyways it’s fiction lol) , the y/n here is kind of a dumbass sorry (to clarify, you are not dumb at all! I’m just referring to the mc here 😭😞), low-key gave up halfway so things may be messy, will try to edit and proofread later when I have the time

featuring former boys planet trainees, kum junhyeon , park hanbin , cha woongki and seowon

taglist @leagreenly @kpoprhia @dimplewonie @shanb1n @wtfhyuck @mikaymee (kindly send an ask/dm if you’d like to be added or removed)

HOW IT ALL STARTED

One of your friends, sung hanbin had decided to host an open-mic event at his cafe for the first time. At first, you didn’t want to go because of the number of assignments you had all piled up as your horridly long to-do list was desperate for your attention. but your friend was also desperate too, begging you to come as he was afraid only a few people would bother to show up.

So being the good friend you are (and terrible procrastinator looking for an excuse to not do work), you decided to go. Your other friends, zhanghao, ricky and junhyeon also tagged along to support as well.

To your surprise, the cafe was actually really full, more and more people rolled in every hour and although you loved to socialize, your battery was draining from seeing the number of people at a high.

There were a lot of talented people who took the stage. With some pouring out their emotions with their personal spoken-word poetry, some inducing laughter with stand-up comedy and some taking the stage to sing their heart out with a touching ballad or a fun pop song.

It was a particularly entertaining night but with the number of people increasing in the cafe, it was draining and dreadful to be with a swarm of people. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to socialize, it was just suffocating to be in a large crowded cafe.

It was 1 am but the open-mic was still lively and has yet to reach its end with a quite big number of people still waiting in line to take the stage.

“I want to go home.” You yawn before comfortably resting your head on the table as you hear another poetry number.

“I gotta go I have a 7 am class tomorrow, the professor will rip my head off if I’m late again. I already told hanbin so he won’t kill me. Bye guys.” Ricky was the first one to leave from your group, bidding you guys a farewell.

Hanbin begged you guys to stay throughout the whole open mic to ensure there was going to be an audience for every performer. As the hours passed, less and less people were at the cafe.

“Thank you to everyone who came today especially to the ones who decided to stay until the end of our event. Now we know there’s still some of you who wish to perform their piece tonight but I’m afraid we have to end it after one last performance. Do not fret, there will be another open-mic event in the future! I hope to see you all stop by again. “ Hanbin relays his closing remarks for the event.

“And now, to finally wrap our event, let’s give the stage to the last but definitely not the least, kim taerae! Let’s all give it up for him.” Claps and cheers echoed through the room for the last performer. A young man walked into the stage with a guitar in his hand, he was dressed in a white denim jacket with a pair of blue jeans and his hair was styled in a little messy perm. He enters the stage and greets the crowd with a sweet smile.

“Hello everyone! I am kim taerae and to end today’s open-mic on a good note, I will be singing man in love by infinite. Hope you enjoy.” You were a little surprised at his low voice. You get up from your position and sit uptight, eager to watch the performance of the new man you found attractive. From his looks and to his speaking voice, he already seemed promising .

The moment he started singing, you melted over his vocals. His voice was quite deep yet also so sweet and soft. His voice was so captivating and everyone in the audience was in awe.

The performance was so satisfying and heartwarming to watch. He was also looking into the eyes of the members of the audience as if he was in a concert. At one point, your eyes meet and you felt your heart skip a beat as he flashed a charming bright smile as his eyes met yours for a moment.

At that moment, you felt your world stop for a moment like you have just met eye-to-eye with the love of your life. All throughout the performance, you felt as if you two were the only one there. As if taerae was pouring all those words out to you.

Soon, the song had finally come to an end and the crowd loudly claps and cheers, everyone was swooned by his heartfelt performance.

“Thank you everyone, hope you all enjoyed the night and get home safe. Take care!” He bids his farewell and everyone immediately stands up from their seats, ready to leave the event.

The next day arrived and here you were on your first day in a new class. You were sleep deprived and was trying your hardest not to fall asleep as soon as you sat down.

Everyone else chatted about whatever went on in their lives. A lot of the others already knew each other too. You were sitting in the back with no one next to you, feeling slightly out of place.

“Hey may I sit here?” A familiar low voice spoke. You get up and look at your left. Loe and behold, It was that sweet singer from yesterday.

“Yes of course.” You reply and flash a small smile.

“You’re kim taerae?”

“Oh yeah! How do you know me?

“I recognize you, you were at the open-mic last night at the cafe last night, right?”

“Ah yes that’s me!” He lightly chuckles in response.

“You were incredible last night, you were the perfect person to end the show. Your singing was amazing! It was so sweet and satisfying to hear. And then when y-I’m so sorry I think I’m rambling now.” His ears turned red from your compliment, keeping a shy smile on over the compliments you gave. You worried that you were doing too much.

“No no it’s fine! And thank you so much, I appreciate it, really.”

“ sorry I forgot to introduce myself but I’m y/n by the way. nice to meet you taerae.” You let your hand out to which he gladly shakes.

“And I’m well, as you already know haha, taerae but it’s very nice to meet you y/n. looking forward to getting to know you.” That sweet smile painted on his face as he seats himself next to you.

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you have liked, actually no scratch that, you have been in love with taerae since the first day you met him..

After becoming seatmates on the first day and getting along, you were bound to see each other every week, and after talking to him during every class, sharing about anything and everything in your lives instead of actually paying attention to your lectures, your feelings had gotten stronger as you had gotten to know him more over the course of a few months

He was a very smart, humble and sweet person. A million words weren’t even enough to describe his personality. To top it all off, he was incredibly handsome too. He had that sweet signature smile that always brightened your day. It was hard not to fall for someone like him.

He also became a part-time employee at hanbin’s cafe, although you only every visited once a week to see hanbin, you started going everyday to see taerae.

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“hey y/n we know that you’re down bad for mr. cutie pie over there but please pay attention to your friends.” junhyeon snaps at you from your trance after catching you once, again getting lost in your own world staring at taerae for the millionth time today.

currently, you and your friends were hanging at the cafe owned by hanbin located near your uni.

“Yeah, huh yes.” junhyeon and gunwook laugh at your reaction.

Speaking of the devil(or angel, you would think), taerae suddenly approaches your table.

“hey guys I’m clocking out now, just tell hanbin if you need anything. and y/n see you on monday!” he sends you his signature smile as he waves at your friends a farewell as he leaves the cafe.

“see you!” you were smiling so big at him, unaware of how you were smiling so big like a fool. junhyeon and gunwook giggle and whisper amongst themselves, teasing your absolutely lovesick state.

“yeah and they say they have a little crush, and they’ve been trying to hide it.” Junhyeon teases.

“Oh shut up.” You smack his arm and turn away, trying to hide your so painfully obvious blushing state.

“we are so sick of you shooting heart eyes at him for the longest time, oh god when do you plan on finally asking him out?” gunwook says.

“now that you mention it I think I’m planning on confessing to taerae soon.”

your friends dramatically gasp altogether. they certainly didn’t expect you to make a move a year after meeting him.

“You really are?”

“Yeah I was actually thinking of telling him after the open-mic tomorrow.”

“Ooooh how?” Sung hanbin chips in as he takes a seat at your table and casually sneaks a bite from zhanghao’s cheesecake sitting on the table.

“hey what the hell that’s mine, don’t think you’re so slick.” zhanghao snatches the fork from hanbin’s hand and hanbin chuckles at zhanghao’s annoyed state.

“hanbin what are you doing here aren’t you supposed to be working?” you turn to look at him and he comfortably sinks his back into the couch.

“you guys are the only ones here anyways and I’m closing the cafe in a bit. i also heard the words taerae and confess so of course I had to join in.”

“anyways moving back to the topic, how are you going to tell him” hanbin mentions once again.

“I was just planning on just simply saying it. All straight forward like hey.. I like you.”

Your friends squeal in excitement, you bury your face in your hands, embarrassed.

“I have a hunch he likes you too.” your ears turn red over what hanbin said, thinking the possibility of taerae reciprocating his feelings made you feel a little happy inside.

“Wishing you luck ” Hanbin pats your shoulder..

“Yeah like what are the odds that things could go wrong?”

RIGHT, WHAT ARE THE ODDS?

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ATTEMPT 1 : THE OPEN MIC

“thank you for attending our open mic event this month ! I truly appreciate all your support and I’m always amazed by the talented performers that take on the stage. Hope you all get home safe and sound, thank you once again and I hope to see you again in our monthly open mic event once again next month.”

“Good luck.” Hanbin whispers in your year, sending you a fighting gesture as you proceed to look for taerae.

You look around and you spot him behind the cashier, currently counting a bunch of coins in his hand.

“Hey!” You catch the boy’s attention as he looks up and immediately flashes a smile as you near him.

“Hey what’s up? Did you enjoy tonight’s open-mic?”

“Yeah I did! And like always, you did absolutely amazing.” Taerae’s face flushing red after your compliment, you always found it so adorable when he’d get so shy.

“Uh taerae, I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Go ahead. I’m listening.” He places his arm on the counter, resting his chin on his palm, ready to listen to you.

“I don’t know where to begin..so the thing is.”

You take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the moment.

“I’ve been keeping on eye on a certain someone for awhile now. Well whatever I shouldn’t be beating around the bush. I like-“

“Taerae! Let’s go!” A blue haired boy comes and wraps his arm around taerae’s neck, ruffling through his hair. You presumed it was the blue-haired roommate taerae always referred to in his stories about his dorm life.

“Later hanbin! Y/n’s trying to tell me something, go on..”

“Oh I’m so sorry I was interrupting something..”

“I like hearing the stories about your roommate, I wanted to meet him.” It just slipped. Forcing yourself to lie was defenitely not something you wanted to do but you felt too awkward to continue confessing.

“That’s me! Hello I am park hanbin, taerae’s amazing roommate that you hear about in his stories.” Hanbin winks at you, and puts his hand out. You shake his hand, pretending like you eagerly wanted to get to know him.

“Oh hey! That’s cool so I always heard really interesting stories about you so I’ve been dying to meet you.” You lied.

“I hear about you too, you seem cool. Hey wanna exchange numbers?”

“Yeah that’d be cool.” You and hanbin pull out your phones and quickly exchange numbers as taerae stands awkwardly behind the counter, witnessing your interaction.

“So uh i guess we can take our leave now? Thanks for coming today y/n and see you tomorrow during class!” Taerae pats hanbin’s shoulders, lowkey pushing him to go.

“Oh of course. See you taerae!” You smile and wave as they slowly take their leave.

“Nice to meet you y/n see you around too!” Hanbin cheekily throws a heart shooting gesture at you.

That was not definitely what you wanted to do.

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PERHAPS A LETTER WILL DO?

“I don’t know if I can directly say it to him again.” You contemplated as you drew along your sketchbook. You were currently in ricky and zhanghao’s dorm, making a sketch of taerae as the two seriously focus on finishing their plates for their art classes due the next day, them being typical art students, while ranting about your confession process for the second time.

“Then perhaps you can try saying it to him by writing it in a letter instead?” Ricky suggests as he calmly moves the brush strokes against his canvas, multitasking listening to you while painting for his final’s project in his drawing and painting class.

“Writing him a letter-okay wait ricky I think that’s a great idea, I think i can do that.” you gasp as you turn to him, enlightened by the idea that doesn’t deal with direct confrontation.

“Eh but how are you doing it? Are you going to mail it? You know it’s a hassle and the courier rates are hell here or do you plan on just handing it to him then running away like an idiot. ” Zhanghao asks and you realize you didn’t fully grasp the idea yet. Writing down your feelings through a letter was definitely easier but how were you going to execute it?

“Hyung don’t be too pessimistic, it’s not so bad of an idea.” Ricky defends.

“Okay well..aha! I’ll just give it to him in the cafe after his shift, or I’ll just ask hanbin to slip it in his bag since I’m pretty sure it’d be impossible to slip it in during class.”

“Hmm..actually yeah that’s possible..not bad of an idea.”

“I’m a genius! oh hey guys look at my drawing, what do you think?” You flaunt your poorly drawn portrait of your crush and ricky lets out a huge laugh while zhanghao sends you a mortified look.

“is that taerae?” zhanghao points to your drawing, which was quite literally obvious as you wrote his name in red at the side.

“Yeah..i tried to draw him from memory.” You scratch the back of your head, embarrassed.

“Well as a fine arts student, I can definitely say it’s a drawing. Very abstract!” You send ricky a glare and smack his arm as he lets out a laugh.

“you should be thankful I didn’t pursue arts, picasso’s definitely shitting his pants right now.” You jokingly remarked.

“But I truly can’t draw at all what the hell.”

“It’s good that you know.” Ricky jokingly insults and you shoot him a glare.

You rip that paper from the sketchbook, folding it neatly and putting it to the side.

You open a new page, taking a deep breath before writing away your feelings on the paper. But everytime you wrote, your inner perfectionist fought you, making you restart the letter multiple times.

There were multiple pieces of papers scattered around ricky’s table and you had been stressing over it for over an hour and a half before finally finding the perfect words to say.

eventually you got all worn out from using all your brain power for the past hour as you fell asleep on ricky’s desk.

“psst, y/n you need to go, it’s getting late. “ at around 8pm, zhanghao wakes you up. You were a little groggy but you made sure to stand up and grab the letter as you leave. There were way too many paper in the desk and you had only remembered seeing the paper right next to you, but there were two, you bring the one on the right, assuming it was the letter.

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you poured your heart out into the letter and made sure each and every word you said was heartfelt and true. you were about to pack the paper and you immediately hand it to hanbin upon arriving at the cafe in the morning. nervous yet also excited about sending taerae the letter.

and so, you wait for the next day to arrive.

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“Hey taerae check your belongings before you leave! Need to make sure you don’t leave anything in the cafe, closing up in a bit.“ hanbin yells from the stock room as he secretly grins to himself. taerae rummages through his backpack, thoroughly checking through his things.

He finds a piece of paper in the front pocket and curiously, of course he opens it. Taerae immediately held his hand to his mouth, shocked over what he saw.

…

You anxiously waited for taerae to come to class as you fiddled with your fingers, afraid of what taerae’s reaction to the letter would be.

You spot taerae coming in and he waves at you from afar. You felt a sense of relief as you see taerae still openly greeting you and going your direction to take the seat next to yours like always.

“Hey. ” Taerae sits down and all of a sudden his face was painted with a hint of worry. You mentally start panicking over what he was going to say. Is he going to reject me? Tell me to get lost? Why does he lowkey looks scared? you thought

Taerae goes to grab something from his bag and you gulp nervously. He takes out a piece of paper and passes it to you.

“Oh taerae…”

“Open it.” He says and your hands shake a little as you open up the folded piece of paper, your heart was beating fast and taerae looked down on his desk, his hands clasped together, he just looked really anxious.

You open it and your eyes widen in shock.

“Oh shit.”

“Right? Isn’t it terrifying?” He points at the paper, hesitant to look at it. It was the poorly drawn portrait of him that you made when you were at hao and ricky’s dorm.

How the hell would you mess this up? And then it hit you, you grabbed the first paper you sw at the desk, assuming what you grabbed would be the letter.

“it’s scary to me because just look at the drawing, are they trying to say something about my appearance? And my name’s in red on the bottom. I thought it was a litte gift but when you think about it, would someone really gift you something like this.” You felt an arrow shoot through your heart. Not only did he just diss your drawing skills but he quickly assumed that this drawing was sent from a secret hater?

“what if they’re just shitty at drawing, you know but they were trying to do a nice little gesture?”

“But the red name, the poor handwriting, it just really feels like a hate message.” You felt your spirit leave your body.

“I don’t know I feel like I have to be on the lookout now, I’m scared someone’s coming after me.”

“YOU SENT HIM THE DRAWING?” ricky bursts out laughing at your failed mail delivery attempt.

“No oh my god my stomach hurts so much I can’t handle it..and the fact he thinks it’s a hate message is so fucking funny.” Ricky held onto stomach from laughing so hard and you glare at him. It was certainly not helping the embarrassment your were experiencing at the moment.

“Okay stop laughing dumbass it’s not funny.”

“Oh it is, it really is..” You smack his arm to make him get a grip and ricky lets out a loud ‘Ow’.

“Now what the fuck am I gonna do! I’m doomed!”

“You can always try again, you know? Maybe next time double check what you’re going to send to make sure you don’t send the love of your life your cursed looking drawings.”

“who send what what now?” Junhyeon quickly plops a seat next to ricky.

“y/n just sent taerae a drawing of him and he..thought it was….a threat..” ricky tries to hold his laugh in between his words.

“makes sense your skills are the worse of the worse i feel like i lose ten years of my life when I see you do any sort of artwork.”

“Oh shut up! Why are you all just constantly after my ass.”

“Anyways did you actually try to confess to him by using a drawing? “ junhyeon asked, visibly confused.

“No no no! I was supposed to leave him a letter. The thing is in the morning, I went to the cafe in the morning with hao to hand hanbin the letter so he could sneak it in his bag. I think i handed him the wrong one..because I was holding on to both of the folded papers and I forgot which was which..”

“Typical y/n moment..” ricky says and you raise your fork at him.

“Yeah okay okay.” ricky raises his hands in the air to defend himself from you potentially striking at him with your fork.

“Guys what do I do..”

“Why don’t you just tell him directly?” Junhyeon asks..

“Last time, I slipped up and lied that I wanted to mee his roommate, knowing damn well I don’t care about his roommate at all.””

“So what were you actually trying to send?“

“Okay I got another idea this time!” Ricky raises his hand you furrow one of your eyebrows at him.

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ATTEMPT 2 : LEAVING THE LETTER AT THE LECTURE ROOM

“What time did hanbin say he was gonna come?”

“Hmm in like 30 minutes. He ends his shift at around 4.” Hao tells you. This time you were meant to leave the letter on his desk. Hanbin said he left his things in the lecture room and was going back after his shift to retrieve them.

you of course also made sure to double check to prevent the same mistake from happening again, it would be too much. You were positive that this time, nothing would go wrong and taerae would finally be able to read the words you’ve been meaning to relay.

“Shit shit shit! Guys I hear footsteps, I think it’s him!” Junhyeon yelled and panic immediately seeps into you.

“What? I thought his shift ends at 4, uh whatever guys hide!”

You and hao sneak under one of the tables at the back while junhyeon stood for awhile looking left and right, trying to figure out where to hide while he hears the footsteps getting louder and louder so he just hides behind the door, facing the corner, putting his black hoodie on.

Taerae walks into the room and hums a soft tune as he casually walks on his way onto his designated seat. He finds the paper on top and tilts his head to the side, surprised upon seeing a folded paper again. He scans the whole room with his sight before proceeding to slowly flip the fold.

The door abruptly closes as it emits an eerily creaking sound that echoed across the room. Taerae looks at its direction and notices a tall figure in a black hoodie at the corner of the room. His heart began to beat at an alarmingly fast rate.

“W-who are you?” He stutters out of fear as he slowly approaches the figure. The figure freezes into place, not moving an inch from its position.

“Were you here for me?” He slowly walks over and tries to gently approach the figure, he reaches out and tugs on the person’s arm and they suddenly turn around, instantly head butting taerae before he could take a look into their face, sending taerae into a fainting spell as he collapses onto the floor.

“Junhyeon what the fuck!” You and hao quickly rush over to the now, passed out, taerae laying on the floor.

“You shithead why did you headbutt him!”

“I didn’t want him to know it was me, okay! It was also a reflex i don’t know!”

“Yeah? Are you crazy!? He’s literally unconscious right now!!”

“But he’s not dead right?” Junhyeon slowly approaches his figure placing two fingers over his neck to check if he still had his pulse, he jumps but soon breathes a sigh of relief as he feels his pulse.

“Ah! Oh thank God.”

“Ugh whatever just bring to him the clinic.” Hao quickly goes to carry his left arm and you do the same on his other one.

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You sit beside taerae’s peaceful sleeping state, patiently waiting for him to wake up, around 30 minutes has passed and he has yet to wake up.

Hao left early since he still had other senior duties to attend to while junhyeon left out of guilt, refusing to face taerae after giving him a concussion from a headbutt he didn’t mean to cause. He loved taerae too much to face him after what happened today.

You waited by taerae’s side even taking a nap as you waited for him to wake up.

You sat by the bed, with the letter in your hand. You opened it and reread each and every word once again as you look at taerae at the same time. You let out a huge sigh. You felt hesitant once again in confessing to taerae. Perhaps being by his side was enough, right?

But the feelings would always be there and you wouldn’t want to fight it. You sit and stare at his features for awhile, finding yourself enamored by his looks.

“I don’t think you’ll ever forgive me taerae..”

“for what?” you jolted from your seat the moment you hear that deep voice. taerae slowly tries to sit himself up and he squints at you as he rubs his eyes.

“oh my god you’re finally awake.”

“What happened I was at the classroom and I just blacked out, how did you find me..” You panic a little, trying to scramble through your brain to think of a random excuse, surely you weren’t going to tell him you were there to drop a letter where you basically profess your feelings.

“Uh i just stopped by the classroom, I thought I left something in the room.”

“oh okay..did you see anyone else there? like a person with a black hoodie? I think someone hit me in the head.”

Taerae tries to recall the situation, his memory still a little foggy over what happened. He couldn’t quite remember how the person looked as everything just happened so quickly.

“Wait..what if it was the same person who sent me that drawing from before? How would they even know that I was coming back? Because the moment I entered the room, I felt this eerie atmosphere, like someone was waiting for me?” You mentally curse at yourself for pushing through this plan, how the hell were you going to tell him the truth?

“I feel like I have this sort of secret anti? I don’t know I’m kinda scared to be alone now.”

“If you don’t mind, can you walk with me home today? It’s embarrassing but i feel kinda scared to walk hom alone.” You eyes widened in shock but you quickly agree anyways. You just got an offer to spend some extra time with your crush. However a huge part of you felt guilty about what happened.

“I’m sorry I can’t I have to go somewhere. Uh I think i actually need to go right now.” You stood up and taerae looks at you softly, almost like his eyes were pleading for you to not go away.

“Okay I’ll just call your roommate to get you since I really can’t, it’s park hanbin right?”

“yeah, do you have his number? I think I left my belongings at the room I don’t have my phone right now.”

“Ah yes i do! Let me dial him.” You scroll through your contacts searching for his name, quickly dialing him.

“Hey y/n, what’s up!” Hanbin responds almost immediately, greeting you in a cheery tone.

“Hey, so taerae’s at the clinic right now, he got a concussion and sprained his ankle and he kinda can’t get to his dorm alone right now so can you come pick him up right now?”

“Alright I see..”

“Sorry it’s kinda hard to explain right now but taerae’s gonna fill you in on the details later.”

“It’s okay i know what happened, junhyeon told me..”

“Ah r-really, okay anyways just come and get him right now.” You quickly end the call hoping he doesn’t go on and run his mouth on what happened.

“just stay here and wait for hanbin I think I’ll have to go now.”

“Take care! see you in the cafe and next week!” Taerae flashes you his warm smile as he waves at you.

“You too taerae.” You smile back and take your leave..

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ATTEMPT HONESTLY CAN’T EVEN KEEP UP ANYMORE : FIGURING IT OUT AGAIN PART SOMETHING OR MAYBE NOT

You and your friends, ricky, junhyeon, zhanghao and sung hanbin and gunwook gathered in the same cafe once again.

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“So what’s your new plan?”

“Guys I really don’t know anymore.” You let your head hit the table, feeling so defeated at the moment after thinking about your two failed confession attempts.

“Guys what’s a foolproof way of me confessing where I don’t need to do it on the spot, or one that doesn’t have a chance of leaving him terrified him in any way.”

“Yeah he’s been taerae-fied too many times.” Junhyeon jokes. You roll your eyes at his poor attempt of making a taerae pun.

“The plans have been so terrible.” You sigh.

“Taeraeble you could say..” Ricky softly says while looking down as junhyeon giggled, trying to surpress his laugh.

“Ok I swear if you guys say another one.” You glare at the two.

“Hmm perhaps maybe.” Gunwook leads. After junhyeon blabbered to him about what happened he was also then informed of the fact that you had feelings for taerae too.

“actually never mind I don’t know I thought i was thinking for a moment but it blew away sorry.”

“Junhyeon why did you invite gunwook over too, he’s no help either.” Gunwook turns to you and fakes a loud gasp and you roll your eyes over his dramatic act.

“By the way um sorry to say this late but, taerae just quit his job here yesterday. He also said he’s transferring outside of the school.” Sung hanbin mentions.

“Yeah and he also said he’s transferring next semester, he’s actually moving out next friday.” Sung hanbin adds. Everyone else is shocked over the sudden news. Taerae leaving so suddenly was never in anyone’s bingo cards.

“No! I love taerae too much! Why am I only knowing now that my man is leaving.” Junhyeon dramatically fake cries.

“Oh shit. i just realized.”

“What?”Hao turns to you.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to see taerae much anymore, it’s our last class next week and we don’t talk much outside.”You recalled that the last day of your class with taerae was already next week because after that it would be finals then everything’s done. You weren’t sure if you were going to still be able to talk to taerae knowing how you usually only talked during class.

Maybe a part of you wished for those accidents to happen because deep inside, you were afraid about letting taerae find out about your feelings, afraid that he wouldn’t like you back and you’d lose the friendship you’ve built for a year.

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The last monday. the last class you were going to share with taerae ever.

“Hey y/n i want to tell you something.” You look in his direction. You were already had an idea on what he was going to say.

“I’m moving out next week and I quit my part time job at hanbin's cafe. Though maybe you’ve noticed and Hanbin might’ve already told you but yeah I just wanted to tell you.”

“Oh I guess we won’t be seeing each other much anymore..” You say and his eyes widened. He waves his hands and sends you a reassuring look.

“oh we won’t be seeing each other much anymore but I promise I’ll try to keep up with you! um my roommates wanted to throw a farewell party, honestly a little dramatic haha but I wanted to invite you and you friends over. It’s going to be a small one don’t worry.”

“Sure! I’d love to come, I’ll tell my friends too.”

“The last hurrah, you know. Also just so you know,, I genuinely enjoyed getting to know you this year, you were the best person I’ve met this year. I was so happy to have known you this year and I would have totally flunked this class because I might’ve have just ended up sleeping through every lecture haha.”

“Anyways I’ll see you at the party, yeah?” He points at you with that signature smile plastered on his face once again.

“Absolutely.” You smile back.

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“I can’t do this anymore! I’ve tried everything like EVERYTHING yet somehow everytime I can’t seem to tell him how I feel.” You cried as you took another shot of soju. Initially, you were alone at the convenience store wanting to buy alone a beer or two to let loose but here you were with almost two empty soju bottles.

“why didn’t a single thing go right..” you bury your face in your hands.

a thought pops into your head and liquid courage pushed you to now film a voicemail on your phone to taerae. now, you were quite wasted and couldn’t see shit but you still pushed yourself.

you drunkenly record yourself professing your love to him, addressing him as you. you laugh to yourself as you finished recording and finally hit the send button.

“maybe this can work ahehe.”

“Y/n?” You hear a young man call out your name. You look up and your vision was too blurry to make out the owner of the voice. it was very familiar and clear to you but you just couldn’t seem to lay a finger on who it could be.

“You!” You stood up from your seat, pointing at the unknown man with your eyes closed. He takes a step back at your sudden move, confused on what to do.

You try to open you eyes, trying to take a look but soon your vision darkens and you pass out. the night going on as a blur.

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your eyes flitter open and you feel your head ringing, a painful reminder of what happened last night. you wake up, confused as you look around, the surroundings being all too new.

since when did i have white sheets and a clean ass bedroom?

you slap yourself, trying to figure if it was a dream or not. but it wasn’t.

soon you hear a knock on the door on the far left and taerae enters, carrying a glass of tea and painkillers on a tray.

“oh you’re awake, anyways here take these for your hangover. finish the cup of tea and if your headache feels really unbearable, take a tylenol. anyways how are you feeling?” he hands the tray to you and he sits down by you.

“Honestly woke up with a terrible headache. Is this your place?I’m so sorry..” You ask.

“Yes but don’t worry about it, I saw you pass out last night and I didn’t want to leave you there.” he says and sends a reassuring smile your way. you felt your heart skip a beat for a second.

“anyways stay as long as you need! take care of yourself and rest. if you need water or anything, just call me! okay?” he says as he proceeds to leave the room.

you feel your phone vibrate next to you and you are shocked upon what you see when you receive a notification from park hanbin.

phanbin: let’s talk about this at the dorm party ;)

well, shit.

. Taerae invited the whole friend group (since he was friends with all of you too anyways) and the other dorm mates to come over. He requested it to not be so grand since he wanted it to be a simple farewell.

It was probably the last day you were ever going to see him and it kinda killed you inside knowing not a single attempt of your confessions worked and the words you’ve been trying to relay are going to be left unspoken. Other than that, you had also discovered that you had sent a voicemail to park hanbin, perhaps leading him on. You also couldn’t bear to see taerae after your past encounter. This day, you were definitely more than nervous to come.

You, ricky, sung hanbin and zhanghao decided to go the dorm together. When you arrive, you finally meet the other dormmates taerae had always talked about in his stories.

“Hi! I’m woongki, Nice to meet you. Come in.” The brown haired boy cheerfully greeted the four of you as soon as you guys came in as he lead you guys to sit on the couch. Another taller, black-haired boy goes next to him and introduces himself.

“Hey I’m seowon! Another roommate and woongki’s roommate.”

“I see, it makes so much sense that you’re roommates, you both are very smiley haha.” you say, seeing how cheery and friendly the two are in welcoming the both of you.

In the mean time, you got to chat with woongki and seowon. Park hanbin and taerae were still getting food and drinks.

From talking to them, you were also able to catch some stories and new facts about taerae. To your surprise, they reveal how he actually goes around the dorm wearing horrendous clothing pieces, wearing the same pair of red pants almost every day like it was the only pair of pants he owned. You also then learn about how taerae used to sing a lot in church growing up. His guitar was his pride and often, he would play and sing for them if ever anyone wanted him to. He could just sing on the spot if you asked him to.

The more you heard about him, the more endearing he was to you. It certainly didn’t help with making your feelings go away or having to deal with not seeing him anymore.

“Sorry we took long but we’re here!” Park hanbin and taerae finally arrived, with all their hands full with bags filled with snacks, chicken and beer.

For the night, you guys plan to play a few games then wrap up the night with a movie marathon afterwards.

The first game you guys decided to play was uno. It was fun, a lot of oohs and a lot of cheating with some players hiding specific cards. (yeah it was on junhyeon and ricky). Taerae on the other hand, often when he lost he’d go look over your cards and coach you, and despite taerae being the first one to lose almost all the time, he managed to make you win every time.

It was followed by a game of charades. It was even more chaotic than playing uno.

Then lastly, truth or dare.

The dares were pretty mild like for example, taking their shirt off for the whole game, having to eating a tablespoon of sugar or just doing a specific dance.

And for some reason, nobody chose truth because they were just pretty lame questions like did you ever fail a test? Or did you ever have your first kiss blablabla. the dares were more entertaining.

“Oooh y/n’s the chosen one!” Everyone cheered.

“So, what’s your choice, is it a truth or a dare?”

“I’ll choose truth.”

“Alright, let me think do you like anyone in the room?” Hanbin smirks, he was definitely planning on something.

“Of course I like everyone in the room, what are you implying.” You laugh with a hint of nervousness, trying to play off the question.

“No I mean, do you like like anyone, romantically?” He states, now you were sure park hanbin might have caught on and he defended knows.

“Be honest..”

You stop and take a small gulp as everyone’s eyes were all glued onto you in anticipation.

“Yeah..” you softly say and oohs were throwed. Your friends laugh and try to act all shocked as if they didn’t know you did and who it was.

“Woah really.” Park hanbin brings one of his hands to a mouth as he nods his head, seemingly not so shocked either.

“Who?”

“Come on it’s over it’s supposed to be one question.”

“We need to know!”

“Hanbin stop..they’re obviously not comfortable sharing especially in this setting so just stop.” Taerae sternly says making the whole room go silent.

“Well moving on then! Why don’t we start the movie marathon, yeah?” Everyone stands up from the ground and proceeds to lay on the couch. And chairs laying around.

You look in taerae’s direction and he gives you a small smile.

Buzz. Your phone rang.

You look over and recieve a text from park hanbin, asking you to meet up at his bedroom to discuss something. He looks at you and directs to go up with his eyes.

You roll your eyes but you get up anyways as you go upstairs, hanbin following along.

Taerae notices the two of you sneaking upstairs. He was curious about what you two were up to.

“Aw man there’s no more popcorn.” Junhyeon complains, his voice snapping taerae from his thoughts.

“Okay what now?”

“i know about it.”

“About how you feel.”

“About what?” You furrow one of your eyebrows as hanbin takes a pause, his lips pursed as he looks at the ground.

“I know you like me.” You pause there for a moment, your brain trying to function as for this time you had misled the wrong boy into thinking that you like him.

“Oh uh about it..”

“It’s fine you don’t have to deny it but y/n I’m sorry I don’t like you in that way though but you know maybe I could give you a chance and get to know you more first?” He shyly takes a step closer to you, moving his face closer to yours.

“Uh Hanbin.” You freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do or what to say.

“It’s not- like I don-“

“It’s okay you don’t have to deny it, look I acknowledge your feelin-“ He moves his face closer to yours to look into your eyes.

All of a sudden the door next to the two of you creaks open, revealing taerae standing there with his mouth wide open.

“Sorry to interrupt you guys but uh I just wanted to say I’m going to sleep now since I’m leaving early tomorrow.” Taerae awkwardly smiles and takes his leaves. You panic, assuming he probably overheard most of the conversation which might have misled him to thinking you actually had a crush on park hanbin.

You mentally curse at yourself as you watch taerae turn his back and turn away.

“Now going back..”

You quickly shut the door, take a deep breath and take a hold of hanbin’s shoulders. Well you hd to clear it up, it’s now or never.

“I don’t like you. I don’t have any feelings for you. I am not interested at you.” You look up at him and gave him a straight face. He tilts his head, knitting his eyebrows in confusion.

“Huh?Then why did you send me that voicemail?”

“Man this is so embarrassing.”You look at the ground in shame, not wanting to open the conversation over the embarrassing voicemail.

“I accidentally sent it to you..it was meant for someone else.” You facepalm.

“I was drunk and I wasn’t thinking clearly! It was really stupid of me. I just sent it to you thinking it was..someone else plus I was drunk! I my vision was all blurry too i’m sorry.” You continued, Hanbin lets out an oh as he scratches his head, embarrassed and confused.

“Wait then who was it for?”

“About that..”

“Tell me who? Who is it?” He whines as he playfully pokes your arm, curious as to who the lucky boy may be. You certainly didn’t want to tell the boy knowing he was taerae’s best friend and he might blabber about it to him.

“Secret.”

“Awwww come on….wait..Ha! Nevermind don’t tell me I know.” Hanbin lets out a light laugh, taking a step closer to you.

“Your crush on taerae is so painfully obvious.”he whispered. You freeze on the spot. He takes a step back and continues giggling to himself.

“I mean I could feel it before but I pushed it off because I thought you liked me..but it all makes more sense now. you, see taerae at the cafe everyday, you light up when he talks to you, you always stare at him, can you also not make that obvious? And lastly I can easily sense that the way you act around him is very different from everyone else.”

“Like you are in love with him.” He crosses his arms and he knew he was right.

“Pfft no.”

“Oh yeah you are.”

“But he’s moving away anyways so it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Aw sorry about that..”

“And from what happened earlier..he probably thinks I like you.”

“I’m so sorry about that, you know what, I’ll clear it up to him-“

“No you don’t have to, he’s leaving and I don’t want to cause anything. and it’s my fault really! I was the one who carelessly sent that voicemail, I’m sorry for leading you on too. So anyways, I think I might just go leave now.” You flash hanbin a smile to reassure him before leaving. Hanbin grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“I’m also sorry about earlier too by the way, y/n. Honestly-“

“Hanbin I’m sorry for cutting you off again but honestly I think I need to go now. I just don’t want taerae to know, and I’m not sure if we’ll keep up when he leaves so I iust hope we stay as friends, so we don’t leave at an awkward note. Anyways thank you and sorry hanbin but I gotta go now.” He loosens his grip on your wrist and pats your shoulder.

“Take care.”

Here you are, in the comfort of hanbin’s care sipping on a glass of iced coffee, staring out the window. Last night, you left the party early and you weren’t able to bid taerae a proper goodbye in person.

you open your phone, and stare at you text messages with taerae, contemplating on whether you wanted to write him a long goodbye message or to simply tell him good luck and take care.

“for how long are you going to stare at your phone.” hanbin gets you from your out-of-zone state.

“hanbin, I don’t know how to say goodbye. honestly I feel miserable. I hate that he’s leaving and I wasn’t even able to tell him how I feel.” you bury your face into yoir hands. hanbin takes the seat next to you and rubs your back. the boy you loved was leaving and he never even got the chance to know how you truly felt.

as if the heavens heard your cries, you felt your phone vibrate and you received a notification of a text message from park hanbin.

phanbin: y/n go run to taerae right now. he’s leaving soon but hey, you deserve to be able to tell him how you feel properly and now may be the perfect time. I also cleared up everything that happened last night lol so dw. anyways do this text me back and go run to him NOWWW!!!!!! he’s still in front of our dorm <3

You look at hanbun and he gives you a reassuring nod as an approval.

“Go now!!!” he yells good luck to you as you proceed to rush out of the cafe, running towards the direction of his dorm. You ran and ran, your feet moving at a full speed like you were at a marathon. a rush of adrenaline filled you and this time, you were motivated than ever to tell him how you truly feel.

you were just one block away from the dorm and soon, you spot a car parked in front of the dorm with a handful of boxes outside. you proceed to go there but you couldn’t see taerae around. you’re not too late, his boxes are here so he’s somewhere.

you take a deep breath first, resting your hands on your knees first from all the running. you forgot that you weren’t an athlete and your lack of exercise was getting right back at you.

you receive another text mess from park hanbin.

park hanbin:I I’m sorry i know you’re probably sprinting right now but he’s at the convenience store so you might have to do a little more running. his dumbass forgot to buy a few things. anyways good luck y/n! you got this.” he sends you a thumbs up emoji.

you run and run again and you curse under your breath, realizing how far the convenience store is. your legs were slowly getting wobbly and you onew your lack of physical activity was bound to get you someday but you hoped it wouldn’t be right now.

you just stop running and start walking instead. as you near the store, you spot the brown-haired young man outside, sitting on a table outside with his back facing you.

you take a deep breath before tapping his shoulder. he turns around and you thank the heavens that there was no plot twist of this being a non-taerae or else you were going to absolutely throw a fit.

“hey taerae! I needed to tell you something before you go and I wanted to give you a proper goodbye in person since I wasn’t able to last night.” you say and the boy stands up, flashing you a grin as he had gimbap in his mouth. he raises his hand and you were a little confused as to what he meant by that.

“should I say what I need to say or wait for you to finish?” he swallows his food down before speaking up.

“ok sorry you can go on now.” he lightly chuckles and you laugh a little.

you take a huge gulp, taking a look at the ground before looking straight at him right in the eye. he eagerly listens, giving you a reassuring look. it’s finally happening.

“taerae I have been dying to tell you this for a long time now honestly and although I don’t think now is the perfect time, I just wanted to get this off my chest before you go cause I know I would regret it if I didn’t tell you sooner.” you take a pause and he gives you another nod, a way of telling you he was still listening.

so here it goes.

“I li-“

you were soon cut off by the sound of the door opening as a man calls out to taerae“taerae hyung! Did you kn- y/n?” you look behind you and you spot junhyeon, holding a full meal of burgers and fries and a cup of come on a tray in his hands.

“junhyeon what the hell are you doing here?”

“I was helping taerae moving out then he went here to buy things then we just decided to eat here.” he says, standing there, a little confused. he quickly scans the situation between you and then it finally hit him.

“ah I believe I interrupted something here, sorry I will just eat inside.”

the boy quickly rushes back inside.

you turn to taerae again. “anyways, sorry for the little commotion there. anyways as I was saying, taerae-junhyeon what the actual fuck sit somewhere else.” junhyeon sat in front of the window directly facing the both of you. you motion to the boy to move the other way and he rolls his eyes before taking a seat somewhere else.

“oh god I hope it’s the last of him. I swear if anything goes wrong again-“

all of the sudden, the rain decides to twist the odds and rain on your parade. you grab taerae’s hand, about to take him inside but he firmly holds onto your hand, telling you to stay.

“taerae it’s raining, you’ll get sick, we have to get in i’ll just tell you inside.”

“no tell me right here, right now. you have been wanting to tell me for a long time and I know you want to say it already.” you felt a hint of seriousness in his tone.

“are you serious?well fine It’s so weird to say it right now but okay..taerae, i..” He nods, the words starting to get hesitant to leave your mouth. you take a deep breath and you finally mustered up the courage.

“taerae I like you. no, actually I’m in love with you. It’s embarrassing but It’s true and I can’t fight it anymore. I loved getting to know you and from the moment i first laid my eyes on you and heard your sweet voice back in that open mic, I fell in love. I was so lucky to be able to get to know you more too. you are the sweetest, kindest and most wonderful person I’ve ever met. It’s okay if you don’t like me back. I just want to say that I love and appreciate every moment I got to spend with you in the past year..it was so lovely to have known you taerae.” unexpectedly he lets out a light laugh, his big signature smile painted on his face. he gently takes both of your hands in his.

“I love you too, y/n. in fact, I’ve always known.” you felt like your ears betrayed you at the last part. what does he mean he always knew?

“back at the clinic, I saw the letter next to you while you slept. it had the words ‘to taerae’ written on it so I just opened it. I read each and every word you wrote and took it to heart. I was so happy to know you felt the same..but when you woke up, you hid the letter and I iust felt that you were still not ready to tell me so I didn’t open a convo about it. hanbin told me about everything and cleared everything up, actually both hanbins did, sung and park haha.” you both laugh.

“well..what now? you’re leaving now so what will be then? we’ll barely see each other now that we’re not in the same uni.”

“actually about that, I’m still in the same uni, I’m only moving dorms..”

“what?” the whole dramatic mood you had turned upside down. you playfully smack taerae’s arm, bursting into tears. he didn’t expect to see you cry but he just laughs and brings you into a hug.

“I forgot to specify to you guys that I was not transferring schools and only dorms and that just made me realize why everyone was dramatic with everything. please don’t cry..”

“that’s really mean taerae, I was actually so upset that you were leaving so I was miserable for nothing.” your bury your face into his chest, pulling him tighter and taerae began to laugh.

he slowly lets go and cups your face, breaking into a smile and you feel the whole world brighten as you look into his eyes again. he stares at your lips and your faces inch closer together.

“may I?” he asks and you nod your head before he gently brings your face closer to his with his finger and his arms snake around your waist. you felt the whole world stop as you melt into his touch. your lips seemingly shaped for one another.

slowly, he pulls away and breaks into a huge smile.

“finally! I’ve been waiting for this one.” you hear junhyeon’s screams from inside the store and you simply roll your eyes back at him, you and taerae laughing over his reaction.

you turn to look back at taerae.

“I really love you and I’m glad you’re finally mine.” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face close enough for you noses to touch.

and finally, the odds were in your favor.

a/n and you reached the end! hope you enjoyed reading it. this has been sitting in my drafts for a month, but missing taerae and the new kcon behind drove me to finish this story! I also have a love-hate relationship with this which is why it took pretty long to write HAIAHSHSB sorry for some mistakes in the capatalization of names and grammar that I may have overlooked. But anyways feel free to leave feedback! I would love to hear your honest thoughts on this :>>>

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 imagines #zb1 angst #zb1 fluff #taerae #kim taerae #taerae fluff #taerae angst #taerae imagines #taerae oneshots #taerae x reader

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 6 months

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Hi!!!! could you please do some headcanons on what fake dating mickey altieri would be like?

hi sorry for disappearing for like two months, I got super busy but I’m back!!

MICKEY ALTIERI AS YOUR FAKE BOYFRIEND 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: just swearing i think

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- you’re prepared to give mickey a whole speech about all the reasons he should take this seriously and fake date you, and you’re half expecting him to shut you down in the first thirty seconds

- what you don’t anticipate is him barely letting you finish your question before responding with a simple “sure thing” with absolutely no questions asked before he fully launches back into whatever it was he was saying before

- you ask him about this later one and he eventually says “you asked ‘cause you wanted my help, right? none of my damn business why.”

- none of his friend group even batted an eyelid when you announced you were “dating” - which may or may not have made you question things

- most of them just wondering what took the pair of you so damn long

- mickey’s such a flirt anyway that not much changes between the two of you - apart from more physical touch

- and trust me, there’s a lot of that

- even though mickey’s already someone who’s comfortable with physical contact, it’s like he dials it up to 11: if his arm isn’t constantly fixed to your waist or shoulders, then it’s in your pocket, resting on your back or your thigh, ect.

- speaking of flirting, he’ll tone down the flirting with other people and just crank it up with you instead

- he delivers the worst lines you’ve heard but does it with that boyish grin and all around charm that somehow makes them work in a way they have no right to

- goes absolutely crazy with the pet names, 50% just to be a little shit and be purposely obnoxious, and 50% to see what sticks and what you actually like

- you walk on him watching corny romcom movies in what you assume is preparation and although mickey futilely tries to play it off, you’re not fooled

- eventually you just have to promise to never mention in front of anyone - it would apparently totally destroy his credibility when it comes to “real cinema”

- semi-related, but he’d be the kind for a big “grand” gesture - think showcasing a film all about you to grab people’s attention and really sell everything - its a quintessential college movie trope

- drags you to parties that he wants to go to, and convinces you to dance with him - purely for the sake of realism, of course

- enjoys scaring off other guys that try and hit on you at said parties - he doesn’t even say any anything overtly threatening, he’ll either just make passive aggressive comments or just stare until they get the hint

- you honestly just think he’s having way too much fun with it but you’re willing to let it slide - his intentions are mostly good

- if you go out to an actual bar, mickey absolutely doesn’t let you spend a dime (which you think is strange, since it doesn’t make a difference to your fake relationship. still, you appreciate the gesture).

- a few of your friends think he’s at least a little bit of a dick but he treats you so well that they can’t complain

- which again, mickey loves - he is nothing if not a petty little bitch

- when your hanging out with somebody who genuinely thinks the two of you are dating, mickey will often call you to “check up” on you and make sure you’re okay

- has no problem with saying that he loves you, and makes sure to say it before he says goodbye (but he says it so easily and it sounds so genuine and it makes you wonder…)

- will casually be talking to you in the hallway before class, but when he sees one of your friends coming he’ll slowly and deliberately pull you into a kiss

- you can’t help but be disappointed when he pulls back with a wink and a grin

- brings you lunch after class, which everybody finds sickeningly sweet and makes mickey look like the perfect boyfriend - which is pretty accurate, without, you know, it being a “real” relationship and all

- derek, randy and hallie tease him for how you’ve “softened” him - and if you see swear you see mickey blush, well, that’s either here nor there

#sorry there’s not that many i’ll add more if i think of them #scream x reader #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri x y/n #mickey altieri x you #scream 2 #scream x you #scream imagine #scream headcanons #ghostface x reader #timothy olyphant x reader #fanfic #scream fanfic

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megukins · 2 years

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Just Between us

𓆩♡𓆪 Pervy sensei!Gojo x virgin student!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut, 18+

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You go over to Gojo's house to help bring up your grade on a current test you failed, but your innocence gets to be too much for poor Gojo.

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: Gojo is 26 and you're 19 so it's a 7 year age gap.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: age gap, corruption kink, dubcon, mentions of condom use, anal

𓆩♡𓆪 wc: 2k

You saw your female classmates fawn over him. You didn't get it, I mean sure he's handsome and all, but that's a grown man! Plus, he's your sensei, you can't fall for him like that!

"Gojo-sensei, do you have a girlfriend or wife perhaps?" You hear one of them ask.

"Hanako-chan, that's an inappropriate question to ask!" One of her friends lectures.

"You're just mad because I have a higher chance of getting with him!" She scoffs.

"How come every girl is so into him?" You ask Itadori.

"He's awesome that's why!" He exclaims with sparkles in his eyes.

You roll your eyes.

'At least Nobara hasn't fallen for his charm.'

"Once I pass your papers back, you're dismissed."

He was surrounded by a group of girls making kissy faces and telling him goodbye.

He passes back the latest test you took. You examine your paper, seeing a frowny face.

You grip the paper tighter, gritting your teeth.

'He's practically mocking me!'

"You okay, Y/N?" Nobara notices a change in your demeanor.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine…"

"Oi, Fushiguro wanna hang out at my place?"

"Absolutely not." He shuts him down without hesitating.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun!" He grins widely.

He bribes Nobara to come with before turning around.

"You coming, Y/N?"

"I'll be there in a minute!" You flash him a smile which soon faded.

It was just you two in the class as an awkward silence filled the room.

You clear your throat to break the silence.

"Gojo-sensei? How did I fail when I clearly studied and worked hard!"

"You didn't exactly meet my standards. You may have excelled on the English portion, however the math portion needs more work. How about you come by my house later and we can study. How does that sound?" He flashes a flirty grin.

"Gojo-sensei, are you trying to flirt with me? Because if you are, it's not working."

"Ooh you're a feisty one." He chuckles.

"Anyways, what do you say?"

You contemplate for a minute then sigh.

"Fine, but I still don't like you like the other girls do."

You look back at the text message to make sure you're at the right house.

"Whoa, his house is bigger than I thought it'd be…"

You knock once and he immediately opens the door.

You notice he looks different from his usual attire. He's not wearing those glasses he usually wears and he has on sweatpants and plain white socks.

"Come in!" He clasps his hands.

He takes your coat and hangs it on the coat rack. You take your shoes off to get a bit more comfortable. You take your bookbag off and sling it to the floor.

"All right, let's hurry up and get this over with."

"You have to eat first, you can't think on an empty stomach!"

You hear your stomach growl, heat pouring over your face.

"Looks like somebody's hungryyy~"

"Fine." You say through gritted teeth.

He leads you to the dining room. You rushed to sit down, him following soon after.

You both join your hands in front of your chest, "Thank you for the food!" You both say.

You eat like you haven't eaten in years. He chuckles a bit and is pleased you think his cooking is good.

"So, L/N-san, do you have any crushes? Because if you do, I could give you some tips~"

You nearly choked on your food when he asked you that.

"Wh-what kind of question is that?!"

"Well I just assumed you either had the hots for Itadori-kun or Megumi-kun."

"They're just my friends! What's wrong with having guys as friends? Besides, Eri's the one that has the hots for Megumi."

"Nothing, I just thought maybe you had a crush on them."

Silence fills the air once more and that awkward tension takes place again.

"So do you like anyone?" He questions.

"Even if I did I wouldn't tell you." You spat.

"You're a sassy one! I like that."

You two finish eating and he washes the plates, leaving you in the dining room.

You get up and slide the door open to the living room to get your bookbag. You pull your books out to study. He eventually finishes up and comes in to assist you.

"How's it going so far?"

"This is stupid!" You ruffle through your hair in frustration.

"It's undefined."

"Hah?"

"Well the way I look at it, you don't necessarily have to look at the numerator so much, more so the variable and number in the denominator. If the denominator equals to 0 then it'll always be undefined because it's impossible to divide anything by 0. Like say if the denominator is a+5 where a= -5 then it'll become 0 since they cancel each other out, thus making it undefined."

You stare at him blankly. He made sure to explain thoroughly for you to understand.

"Tell you what, let's make a deal."

"Like?" You raise a brow.

"If you do better on the test this time than last time, then I'll give you a better grade and reward you."

"What kind of reward?" That piqued your interest.

"You'll see if you pass this time." He smirks.

He presents the new test to you and leaves the room so you can focus.

You heard your phone ding, looking at the text from Itadori asking about what you were doing. You ignore him and continue to focus on the test.

An hour passes as he examines the paper to check for any errors.

"Impressive. You only got three wrong."

"Thank god!" You sigh in relief. "So, what exactly is my reward?"

"L/N-san, be honest, do you… really hate me?"

You wondered where he got that assumption from.

"No I actually kind of also had a crush on you this whole time, I was just trying to play hard to get. And I got a bit jealous when those other girls would practically throw themselves at you." You confess while looking everywhere but his eyes.

He pulls your chin up to look at him.

"Are you a virgin?"

You hoped he was joking but he was dead serious.

"Wh-what?! Of course I am, but if you're suggesting what I think you are, we can't! It's against the school rules and it's inappropriate! Plus you're seven years older than me!"

"Are you sure you don't want this?"

He walks closer and places his lips over yours. You kiss back and pull away quickly.

He pants like crazy at how innocent you are. It made his cock stir in his pants.

"Are you okay, Gojo-sensei?"

You notice his eyes were no longer sweet, instead filled with lust.

He pins you against the wall and places kisses over your neck and travels towards your collarbone. He grinds against your clothed pussy.

"G-Gojo-sensei!" You grab onto his shirt. He bites your neck leaving hickeys in return.

"I'm sorry, L/N-san! I have no idea what came over me."

He notices you looking down and rubbing your thighs together for some sort of friction. Turns out you wanted this just as bad as he did.

"Looks like you want this too." He teases.

"Sh-shut up!" You stutter some more.

He scoops you up in his arms and rushed up the stairs to his bedroom. Once he successfully kicked the door open, he put you down.

You look around his room fascinated at how it's set up.

'Who knew Gojo-sensei would go for the fancy setup?' You thought.

He lays you down and follows soon after. He takes his clothes off, his bare cock on full display.

Your face heats up at his package and also at the fact that you've never seen one in person.

"Don't be nervous, I promise I'll be gentle on you."

He pulls the strings down to your shirt slowly. He throws it somewhere in the bed and discards your skirt next, leaving you in your cute flimsy underwear.

You quickly throw your hands over yourself.

"S-stop looking at me like that, it makes me feel weird!"

His balls were pulsating at this point at how pure you were. Oh how he wanted so badly to corrupt you and turn you into his little cum dump.

He moves your hands and pulls your bra off, your girls bouncing from the sudden action. He stares at them with wide eyes.

"You've got an amazing pair…" He mutters.

He knew exactly how to fluster you.

He shakes himself out of his daze and pulls your panties off, your bare pussy looking all nice and pretty for him. He felt blood rushing to his head and cock grunting at how painful it was to keep himself under control.

"You also got such a pretty cunt." He drools at the fact that he'll be the first one to fuck your cunt.

His tip was red and swollen with a bit of cum oozing out.

"Would you be a dear and help me out?" He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"How?"

He guides your hands to the tip, your fingertips brushing it lightly. He groans and moves your hands up and down his hard cock at a medium pace.

"Yeah, just like that…"

You move your hand at a faster rate eliciting another guttural groan from him as more cum spurts out onto your fingers. You feel something wet on the covers and notice that it came from you.

"Aw, you're wet already and we haven't even started yet."

You decide to tease him a bit by sucking the juices off your fingers. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He didn't know what to say.

"So that's how Gojo-sensei tastes like." You batt your eyes seductively. He goes inside the nightstand to pull a condom out, opening it like a pro and sticks it over his dick.

"I came prepared. Don't want you to end up pregnant and everyone wonders who the father is." He smirks.

He towers over you, licking his lips.

"I'm scared."

"Don't be sweetheart. I'll try to be careful."

"You promised you'll be gentle!" You remind him.

"I did say that, didn't I? Oops!"

He places his hands on the headboard fucking into you without hesitation at a medium pace. His tip brushes past your clit, giving you a sadistic grin. He teases that spot once more.

"Gojo-sensei!~" You moan out.

"Call me Satoru…" He grunts.

He stops momentarily to let you catch your breath.

"How are you so good at this?" You wiped the sweat from your forehead.

"Because I just am." He boasts. "Ready?" You nod.

He continues thrusting into your pussy harshly. You bite down on your bottom lip to muffle your moans but he was making it hard for that to happen.

He finds your g-spot, flashing a cheeky grin.

"Found ittt!~"

"Fuck, Satoru!" You let out a long moan.

He grinds into your g-spot, the bed shaking harder than before while holding onto the bedpost once more.

Moan after moan slips out of your mouth, drool dribbling down your chin. He couldn't hold it anymore and came inside the condom.

"Usually I last a bit longer than that." He says sheepishly.

He takes the condom off and throws it away in the trash bin.

"So what happened this time?" You tease.

"It's your fault for being so innocent, but I can't even call you that now."

"So that's how it feels to fuck."

You couldn't believe it, you shared such an intimate moment with your sensei.

"It's actually worse than that but I don't think you're ready for that yet. Maybe we can do it again same time tomorrow?"

"I'll think about it."

"A-ahh Satoru-sensei, feels too good!~"

He fucks your asshole like there's no tomorrow.

"Fuck, I'm gonna nut all in your tight hole." He groans.

Once he finished up, he cleans you up and lets you sleep over for the night.

It was practically an everyday thing between the two of you. He would even wait until everyone left the class just to have you bent over a desk, your hole and the floor drenched in his cum. You just wondered how long you could keep this up before anyone finds out.

It was your dirty little secret.

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l-starlight-l · 10 months

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Forgiveness in the rain

A/n: switching it up and writing some atla. Enjoy!

Warning: Mention of burning

Description: You are surprised to see Zuko, the boy who you have a weird history with, working in a local tea shop. You don’t know how to feel, but confront him anyway.

Pairing: Zuko x Fem!Reader

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With Appa missing and the hovering Dai Li, the team was under a lot of tension. Ba sing sa was nothing like you thought it was going to be. The hope of getting the solar eclipse plan to the earth king vanished after the gala and now you had nothing. With no help from the earth kingdom winning this war would be a lot more difficult.

You’re usually an early raiser but this morning was different. You had slept way later than you meant to and had waste a good part of the morning hours. You quickly fixed yourself up and got ready for the day before exiting your room. When you walk out to the main area of your temporary home you see Sokka, and only Sokka which was unusual. He turned around hearing your footsteps and smiled. “Well good morning, you slept in late today” he warmly greeted you.

You let out a nervous laugh, “hey, where is everyone” you questioned while looking around the empty house.

“Well Aang was gone before I woke up, and Katara and Toph are have a “girls day”” he said making finger quotes when saying girls day.

Your heart hurt alittle, you were new to the group and they were still warming up to you but why would they not invite you out with them. Sokka could see what you were thinking and added “they wanted you to come but figured you needed your sleep”.

You just nodded trying not to think about it to much. “Aangs been going out so early, he’s going to tire himself out looking for appa” you were concerned about him, you knew appa meant the world to him. Sokka nodded his head in agreement. He was worried too.

There was a long awkward silence between the two of you. It not like you don’t like each other, it’s just that you don’t spend a lot of one on one with Sokka. So neither of you know what to talk about. Breaking the silence you ask Sokka if he would like to go to the market with you. He agrees, thinking he has nothing better to do and it may be fun. You two head off to explore the walled city.

After a few hours in the market you come out with necessary things like supplies and food. As well as unnecessary items like a hat to match Sokka’s purse and belt. You roll your eyes at his ridiculous purchase and decide to call it a day. You had over heard a shopkeeper talking about an amazing tea place and decided to try to find it.

After some searching you reach a small shop with a sign reading “The Jasmine Dragon” over the door. Sokka groans because ,as he’s mentioned multiple times on your way here, he hates tea and would rather go to a restaurant know for their perfectly cooked meat. You roll your eyes once again at this childlike boy. “Stop whining Sokka, I already told you we could go to the restaurant tomorrow” you try to silence his complaining as you walk into the shop.

The shop is pretty packet but lucky you find a table for two. The atmosphere is calming and fills you with serenity the second you walk in, which is much needed after the week you’ve had. A young brown haired girl comes up to take our order. You politely ask her for a cup of jasmine and order some pastries for the whiny baby across from you. When she leaves it becomes awkward again, you are horrible at making conversation and it seems Sokka just doesn’t know what to say.

A few moments later the girl comes back with your tea and explains that the pastries will be out soon. You can hear Sokka’s stomach from across the table. You laugh and take a sip of your hot tea. You eyes light up tasting what probably is the best tea you’ve ever had. Your mind drifted to when Iroh use to make you tea, it tasted just like this. You would have to come back often. You offer Sokka a taste, he makes a grossed out face and holds his hands out like the tea will attack him. He exclaims that he doesn’t want leaf juice, he’s learned his lesson drinking plants after the cactus juice.

You laugh and it goes back to silences, but it wasn’t awkward this time it was more comfortable. It seems that you two have started to warm up to each other a little more. You look around the small shop and take it all in. As your gaze drifts across a wall with a dividing curtain, you figure it leads to the kitchen. You’re about to move your eyes away when a farmilar face shows up. Your eyes widen as you watch the boy who has tried to kill you multiple times, go up to your sweet sever with a plate of cookies in his hand. Your heart races unsure of what to do as the sever points to our table. Your eyes met and he freezes. You look at Sokka who seems to be lost in his own world and then back up at Zuko. You drop your tea cup and it lands on the table. Sokka jumps up as his pant leg gets covered in hot tea. You also jump up still staring at Zuko who now looks more surprised. Sokka starts to look back to see what is distracting you but you grab his shoulder and it knocks you out of your trace.

“Oh my, Sokka I am so sorry like me help you” you say stressed. You raise your hands to the tea soaked area of his pants and bend the liquid out of the fabric and back into the tea cup. You then reach into your pocket and pull out a gold piece and leave it on the table. “You know what I think I’m feeling pretty hungry now, should we go to that meat restaurant” you say practically pushing Sokka to the door. He’s eyes light up and he rushes out the door leaving you behind. You stand there for a second looking at the floor then slowly turn your head to face him. He looks like the boy you knew so long ago. The boy you use to play with as a kid. He was lost after Zuko was banished, but now you can see he’s starting to come back. You can feel his change. He stares at you surprised, not knowing why you did that. Your eyes are sad and hurt, and you can tell he’s full with the same emotions. You hear Sokka call you and you rush out the door.

When you get back to the house later that night you see Katara and Toph dolled up and it makes you smile. Your glad they had a good time, even if you weren’t there. You look over and see Aang half asleep and you go over to him. “Hey, how are you doing” you ask. He looks at you, “I still haven’t found him, and the dai li are making it so hard”. You sigh and rub his shoulder in comfort, “why don’t you take a break tomorrow and I’ll go out and look for him”. Aang just nods and lays down to sleep. You hear the rest of the group saying their good nights and heading off to bed. You do the same but sneak out instead of sleeping.

You rush to the tea shop, your heart racing just thinking about what happen earlier. The lights are still on when you get there, you debate on going through the front door or seeing if there’s a back. As you creep closer you hear voices and laughter. An older man’s voice carries through your ears and you immediately recognize it as Iroh. You slowly opened the door and see a small group of men Sitting and drinking tea. They stopped talking and turned to you, one of the guys you didn’t recognize kindly let you know they were closed but Iroh got up and stood parallel to you. “Y/n?” He said softly, “oh I’m so glad to see your okay”. He holds out his arms for a hug and you run into his embrace. He holds you for a minute and you realize how much you missed him. You think he’s the only good thing that came from the fire nation. He lets you go and turns to the table, “this is my old friend y/n” he has a big smile and is so proud to introduce you. You shyly wave and say hi, then you realize why your here and look around attentively. “He’s in the back, why don’t you go say hi” he motions for me to go towards the curtain. You hesitate but go as he tells you. You pull back the curtain and see the back of a tall boy with dark hair scrubbing dishes, something old Zuko would never even think about doing. “Do you need some more tea uncle” he asks while wiping his wet hands off. As he turns you take a step back out of instinct, when he sees you his face goes white. “You” is all he can muster out. “Me” you try to hide the emotion on your face. You’ve always seen good in zuko, even when you were helping him hunt down the avatar. He was just a scared boy who wanted something he thought was taken from him. He starts to walk to you and you back up til you hit the wall. His hands are reached out to you in a concerned manner but in your head you see the hands that burned you months before. All you can think of to do is run, so you ran. You ran all the way back to the house, when you get there you sit on the steps trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t stop thinking about the last time you were that close to him. You had gone against his command and protected the avatar. You let aang and his group get away while trying to talk down Zuko. But that didn’t work and he ended up shoot a fire shot straight at you. He’s different now, you can feel he’s different you just need to get over yourself. You go inside quietly as to not get caught and try to get some sleep.

The next day you search for appa and it ends with nothing. You’ve searched the whole city and you’re sure aang has searched it more than fifty times. Appa is no where to be found. You wander the streets for a little before going back to the house. You walk past the Jasmine dragon and see Iroh out front. He spots you before you can sneak by. You go up to him and you can see worry in his eyes. “Yesterday you ran off without saying goodbye” he says. You just nod ashamed. “I understand why you may feel uneasy with Zuko but I also understand that you’ve forgiven him, even if you haven’t said it out loud yet. He wasn’t the same after what happened, he misses you but he’ll never admit it, I can tell”. you don’t know what to say, you just let his words resinate with you. “Thank you” you say quietly, and then look at the door and see it start to open. “Uncle what’s taking you so-“ he starts before seeing you and freezing. You look at him, you stare into his soul to try to see if he’s truely changed but you can’t tell just from a look. “Will you meet me later?” You mumble to him, he nods and you leave to go back to the group. When you get back it’s already dark, you have to deliver the bad news about not finding Appa but no one really seems surprised. Soon after everyone goes to bed and you sneak out once again. You begin to walk to a fountain you found your first day adventuring the city. Zuko is already there, you watch as he messes with his fingers and fixes his hair. He’s just as nervous as you are and it makes you smile. You walk up to him, and sit down on the edge of the fountain. He looks down at you with big eyes, you softly pat the spot next to you. He sits down trying not to be to in your space. There’s a moment of silence that feels both awkward and comfortable. “I’m sorry for running last night, I- I don’t know why I did” you apologize. He looks alittle surprised, “why should you be sorry I should be the one apologizing” he takes a breath and then let’s it all out, “I am so sorry for what happened that night, I’m a fool and never wanted to hurt you, it’s haunted me every since”. You don’t say anything at first, just to give him a hard time. You reach and touch his hand, “that wasn’t you Zuko, that was the rage you’re father has filled you with” you hover your finger over his scare. “You were so clouded by fulfilling a destiny that isn’t yours, I forgive you, I forgave you a long time ago” you raise his hands to your mouth and lay a light kiss on them.

He’s face lightens at the touch. “Thank you, I don’t deserve this” he says in a whisper. You just shake your head and look up at the stars. They’re so bright tonight and you see it as a sign. Suddenly rain starts pouring on the two of you, you laugh as Zuko pops up from his seat. “Let’s get under some cover”, he locks his fingers with yours and try’s to pull you under a near by roof. You don’t follow him and take both his hands. “why, let’s enjoy the beautiful storm” before he can say anything you run deep into the rain. “Do you remember those dances we learned in school” you ask eagerly. he nods, “good” you say with a smirk. You place your hands in the respected places and he does the same. You start to move, spin, and become in sync again. He isn’t the best dancer and steps on your feet a few times but you don’t mind. You laugh and he smiles, your eyes are glued together. He shifts his hands so that they are on the small of your back and you happen to be closer than you meant to. You’re eye contact breaks for the first time that night as you look at his soft lips. You lean up and kiss him. He’s taken aback for a second, but only for a second then he’s kissing you right back. He moves his hands to you face, cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss. A widow opens in one of the near by houses and an old women yells out the window “get off my street you punks”. You both freeze and she goes back inside. You break and laugh, he takes your hand, “my apartment is close let’s go”.

When you get there you see a well decorated, clean little apartment. You see Iroh asleep, and quietly creep by into what you think is Zukos room. You’re both soaking wet. You bend the water out of your clothes, and go to bend his but he’s already taken off his shirt. You blush but dry off his pants. “it’s raining pretty hard out there” he say suddenly looking really awkward, “why don’t you stay the night”. He scratches the back of his head waiting for you to answer. You blush and a small smile grows on your lips as you respond, “I would love to”. He smiles and you both lay down in his bed. You drift off to sleep to the sound of the storm.

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A Dragon’s Dominance

Another commission.

They wanted Warrior Dragon au. In which case all the lu boys are dragons. I was given many creative liberties. It’s slowly consumed my very soul.

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You had learned something new about your traveling group. Every last one of them was some variant of dragon.

It was surely a learning curve for you. With time, you had learned that there was a whole secret culture that you would have been completely ignorant to had you not have it more or less shoved in your face. They could see more, smell more. They had half forms and full forms and were incredibly possessive. They shared their bonds in ways you couldn’t even register. You had no idea.

And they had tried so hard to hide it from you.

While dragons are still considered mighty and powerful creatures…. They were received in less than stellar interpretations in some eras. These boys were quick to learn that it was better to play it safe than to be overly prideful.

You had ended up in Warrior’s era. Queen Zelda was quick to receive the weary group and decided that a party should be thrown for the Heroes of Hyrule.

No one was impressed.

But no one was going to fight her on this. As a dragon herself, she would treat her kind and her hero with the honor he would be (and has been) denied otherwise. Zelda’s and the royal family were typically the only tolerable dragons, you came to learn later on.

The boys began to get ready as the party began to be prepared. You were given an outfit to wear as well, courtesy of the Queen and a request from Warrior- should the grape vine be believed at all.

You tried to make it work but you had begun to feel out of your element as it was. You were going to run late if you stalled any more.

There was a knock on your door.

You jumped and froze. It came again, a bit softer this time and more hesitant.

Warrior called your name.

With relief causing your heart to jump into your throat, you dashed for the door, pulled it open and pulled him in. “Link, help me. I don’t actually want to go.”

The name had escaped you before you could stop it. You were too frazzled to even realize your mistake.

Warrior blinked. He took a minute to process it. You were beautiful. His heart was beginning to betray him. His palms began to sweat. He wasn’t sure if his own outfit would even compliment yours the way he would have intended.

“Well…” He starts. “I don’t plan on staying the whole time if that helps. I’m not… fond of this sort of interaction anyway.”

You begin to calm down. “Really? Why? I thought this would be right up your alley.”

Warrior kicks the floor a bit. You look positively ravishing. He wanted to do something reckless. Something irreversible. Easy boy. He coughs. “I may blend in but that doesn’t mean I like it.”

You take a steadying breath. “That’s… fair actually. … I bet you have some people throwing themselves at you, huh?”

“It happens from time to time.” He admits.

You frown. “...I see… I can imagine that wouldn’t be very fun then.”

Warrior smiles gently. “It’s just one thing though. I have other reasons but they are neither here, nor now.”

He looks you up and down. You can feel your cheeks flush and you struggle to look him in the eye for the time being. Warrior offers his hand, brushing it hesitantly against yours. “Hey, I think I have just the thing to finish your outfit off… If you’re willing to follow me for a moment anyway.”

Anything to keep you from going into the public.

“What is it?”

Warrior takes your hand, pulling you to his side. He wraps his arms around your waist and guides you through the halls of the castle. “Something I’ve been holding onto for someone special.”

Well that doesn’t answer any of your questions.

He stops in front of some doors.

You think you recognize them. This must be his room.

Warrior lets you go. “Give me one moment.”

You nod and he disappears behind them. Three minutes pass.

He emerges with a ribbon of some sort. No, that’s not quite right. Warrior holds it up. His face is red and he looks bashful. Something in this moment seems significant. You can feel it in the air but you don’t know why.

“I wanted to give this to you for a while now.” He says quietly. “I couldn’t do it before because… well… I didn’t have it with me, obviously… but I think it compliments you quite nicely.”

He holds it up and you can see small fabric flowers, sewn onto a thin embroidered wire with ribbon hanging near the sides. It appears to be a headband… but much more intricate.

“Do we have the time to even fix that onto me?” You blurt.

Warrior laughs and steps closer. He brushes a bit of your hair to the side and starts the process of braiding the ribbon into the hair that will fit, making sure the flowers give the appearance of a crown along your hairline. “To be completely honest, as long as I’m your escort, it’s not like you’ll get in trouble. People won’t think you’re rude for showing up fashionably late.”

You have calmed down completely at this point. Vaguely, you can smell whatever Warrior must have put on before he left his room. It seems just like him. It smells like hickory smoke and the comforting feel of an old beloved book. At the same time… you think you can actually smell his cologne through the musk. You can only think of Warrior. Only he would smell like this.

“Well, I’ll just show up when you do.” You say quietly. “That way I won’t have to worry about doing something too stupid.”

Warrior chuckles, matching your whispered voice. His fingers work nimbly to secure the headband to your head and it feels nice to have your hair played with. The moment feels comfortingly intimate, even if nothing is necessarily happening. “If you fall, I’ll catch you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He takes a step back, looking proud of himself. “Gorgeous. Just I knew it would be.”

You flush entirely. But this is just Warrior. Encouraged by his smile, you give a little spin, showing off your outfit completely. “What do you think? Am I good to go?”

Warrior smiles wider and offers you his arm. “I think the party can finally begin.”

You laugh a bit, placing yourself at his side. “Does that mean they’ve been waiting for us specifically? Would they then have permission to start?”

Warrior grins with you. “Naturally.”

“You’re so full of it.”

“You wouldn’t change a thing about me and you know it.”

“It’s just a shame that you know it too.”

The banter was easy and amusing. You always seemed to relax in the presence of Warrior. He was just so pleasant to get along with.

Before you knew it, you had arrived at the doors to the ballroom. Warrior puts his hand on the door knob and turns to you. “Ready?”

With him at your side, of course you are. You tell him as such.

Warrior grins in the dorkiest way he can manage and opens them. “Then let’s try to forget the present for a little while.”

You nod and follow him in without question. The music continues but you can feel the way heads turn in your direction. Your grip on Warrior tightens, refusing to let him go although you’re well within the walls of the party.

“Dance with me?” Warrior tugs on your arm gently.

You look back up at him for a moment. You nod.

Warrior smiles and leads you to the dance floor, letting the music carry you through the motions. You can’t get rid of the feeling of stares no matter how much you try to ignore it.

“I just need to stay for three dances more often than not.” Warrior informs you. “If you want, you can come with me and we can both get out of here.”

“You’d let me?” You whisper. A smile lights up your face at the thought. “I won’t get in trouble for doing so, will I?”

“Of course not.” Warrior laughs. “If I’m held to that standard, why would they ask any more from you? It’s nice that you’re here with me though.”

The song ends and Warrior bows a little for fan fare. “One down. Two more to go.”

The next song to start up is one you recognize and it’s a bit longer than your typical dance. You don’t look around the room for another partner. You simply grab Warrior’s hand again and start to move to the beat. “Well we can get one more in the bag before someone steals you away from me.”

Warrior grins and shakes his head. “I’m more worried about someone stealing you away from me.”

“Strange. You’re the popular one.”

“And yet, here we are.” He says.

Warrior spins you around and you can feel yourself being pulled closer to him with every orbit. You lean into it and drop your voice to a whisper. “I can’t be crazy, right? Everyone’s looking at me.”

“I know.” Warrior replies in the same hushed manner. “It’s because you’re the brightest star of the night, Sweetheart.”

“Well how do we get them to stop?” You plan your hand by his shoulder. Warrior’s keep his hands on your waist and small of your back, swaying with you to the beat of the music in the background.

He sighs. “Unfortunately, I fear we can’t do that. …And I’m also afraid it’s my fault.”

“What?” You blink in shock. That can’t be it. “What do you mean?”

“You came in with me and you’re wearing my headband… well it was actually my mother’s.” He admits in a quieter voice than before. “But some people are more nosier than they should be because of my position… and standing with the princess… and defeating Ganon and all that jazz you already knew about.”

You stop moving with him. Warrior has to stop the dance and with small and hesitant movements, he takes your hand. “Allow me to explain? Please? It’s…. A dragon thing.”

“No need, Link.” A voice drops in, sugary sweet and skin crawl worthy. Cia drapes an arm around Warrior’s shoulders and sneers at you from over his shoulder. “If they don’t understand… well no one can hardly blame them for it. I would like a word with you however-”

“No.” Warrior steps out of her hold, standing over you protectively. A small tongue of flame flicks within his breath. “I’m going to be the one to do it. I claimed them.”

“Do they even know what that means?” Cia raises an eyebrow. She appears to be calm but at the same time you don’t understand what has Warrior so on edge. He looks ready to fight.

You grab his hand and hold it tight. “Maybe not. But I can learn.”

Warrior shoots you a grateful look.

Cia looks muffled. Her grip tightens around her staff but she manages to side step out of the way for Warrior to lead you to the doors that lead to the garden. He begins to take you out of the ball room even if you’ve only been there for ten minutes total.

You try to look for the rest of your group but you can’t seem to see anyone you would recognize. You’re not sure if that means they’re not there, that they’re hiding or that they changed their style and dress so much to fit the party that you just can’t recognize them anymore.

You get dragged out into the moonlight and into the rose hedge maze. Warrior still appears to be on edge. He looks over his shoulders multiple times as you move and eventually pulls you behind one of the walls of the maze.

You both look at each other for a moment, letting the words and implications drape itself over the both of you. You take a breath and pull a little bit of ways away from Warrior. “...Claim me?”

Warrior blushes. You don’t think you’ve seen him so flustered and bashful before. He coughs and brushes his thumbs over your knuckles. “Dragon term…”

You nod. “Yes. I’ve gathered that at this point.”

Warrior looks down at your hands. “We have hoards… We’re quite greedy as a species you see. When we see something we want we put a claim and a mark on it. Sometimes we can say either or and still mean that-”

“You want it.” You finish for him. “You want something, you take it, it’s yours. Am I wrong?”

Warrior bites his lip. “That’s the premise.”

You hum. It’s not necessarily a foreign concept to you. Finder’s Keeper’s right? “How do I fit into this then? You want me?”

Warrior coughs, breaking his character somewhat. “I’ve… wanted to court you for a while now. The others were waiting and teasing me relentlessly.”

“What did you even do?” You raise an eyebrow.

Warrior reaches over and touches your hair, twirling it around his finger. You tense and bite your lip. “The headband?”

Warrior nods. “It’s yours…. If you’d have me.”

You can’t help but to flush as well. “So when all the people were staring-”

“There’s been some issues in the past. Everybody is wondering if I’ll ever take a mate to a degree. Haven’t shown interest in anyone and for good reason. I’m not known to have the highest merit. Or the best prospects or even the biggest hoard-”

“You want me as part of your treasure?” You cut him off. “The headband was to tell everyone else that?”

Warrior pulls you closer and leans into your space. “I get it… If you don’t want literally anything to do with me. I’m damaged and my future is only going to get harder to deal with and that’s not even scratching the surface of the social pressure and expectation my name comes with-”

“Link.” You say it purposefully this time. The man shuts up instantly. “Let me see you…Scales and all…”

Warrior doesn’t move. He doesn’t meet your eyes. He doesn’t even appear to be breathing. You don’t think he’ll go for it. The thought that you’ve crossed a line vaguely passes through your mind. Warrior begins to shift in front of you. He grows a tail and horns. His eyes sharpen and fangs sprout just behind his lips. His scales appear to be a bright blue, with hues of green and purple that dance in the changing light.

“There.” He looks away.

“Is this all you can do?” You trace your fingertips over the scales that encircle his eye, dragging your nail down his temple and cheek, stopping just past his jaw and down his neck. You can see Warrior gulp.

“Well …no.”

“Show me?” You’re pushing it.

Warrior looks into your eyes. His grip tightens for just a moment before he steps back. Another shift happens and a full dragon stands in front of you. Smoke comes out of his mouth but he lays close to the ground, trying to appear smaller and as least threatening as possible.

“You’re precious.” You drop to your knees and cup his face.

He scoffs, sending more smoke into your direction despite his attempts to control it. “Now I know you’re making fun of me.

“I’m not.” Your heart drops for a moment. You don’t want him to think that you’re trying to ruin a sentimental moment as it is. You kiss the tip of his snout and lean back comfortably against the grass. “You are very pretty. Even as a reptile.”

Warrior shifts back into his half form. His eyes bore into yours and he’s quick to pull you closer. “Please don’t play with my heart. I need an answer. I can take it off if you reject me. I won’t try anything else-”

You kiss him.

Warrior freezes and doesn’t know how to react even as you pull away. You swallow the small lump in your throat. “You idiot. I don’t care about your dragon customs or whatever. I don’t know what the process is for all of this… But all you had to do was say something.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “You’re a sweetheart. I’m willing to give you a chance.”

You can feel Warrior’s heart beat against you. It’s quick and panicked. You have a feeling this isn't how he thought this night was going to go.

He hugs you back fiercely and begins to purr. This delights you to no end and it’s suddenly very hard to stop yourself from giggling. It tickles.

“I promise-” He says with a thick voice, heavy with emotion. “- that I’ll do everything within my power to make sure you want for nothing and that no one will harass either of us. I swear it.”

“And Cia?” You say beside his ear.

“...She’ll be a problem.” He settles on. “But she’s been acting out for a while now. Leave her to me and Zelda. And if you need anything else regarding the magic then talk to Lana. She’s more… flexible than Cia on more things than just me.”

You nod and relax into his hold. That smoky scent comes from Warrior is pleasant and comes in waves as you both sit on the ground within each other’s arms. Warrior relaxes as well and hugs you tighter.

“Easy.” You warn. “I might smell like you by the end of the night if you keep this up.”

“Good.” He mumbles. “That’s the point.”

“Eh?” You pull back. “Do you mean to say-” You push him back as well so that you can actually look him in the eye. “-that you’ve been doing that this whole time? It’s purposeful?!”

“Of course.” Warrior smirks at you. “You’re mine.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #dragon au #lu warrior

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renjunniex · 9 months

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader Series

Abomination

Prompt: Derek has gotten his pack together meaning, talking to Isaac has officially become impossible. However, that doesn’t mean you’re gonna stop trying. Your powers have stirred up again and it’s time you got answers. Luckily, Deaton seems to have some.

a/n: guys writing this has genuinely been so fun, thank you to those who continue to support this story! This is my first official work on tumblr so I’m happy to see that it’s doing pretty well! Anyways, buckle up, make a snack it's a long chapter! love you guys and hope you enjoy this next chapter!

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“They’re coming back, so we don’t have much time to talk.” Deaton expressed, trying to hurriedly clean Scott’s wound. “What is that,” Scott asked. “Rubbing alcohol. You don’t want it to get infected, do you?” Scott rapidly shook his head before Deaton continued on explaining, “You’ll heal the same. Just not as quickly, because of Derek.”

“Okay, how do you know all this,” you butted in, trying to comprehend the current situation. “Actually, how do you know anything,” you clarified.

“It’s a long story. What I can tell you is that I know about his kind and even a little bit of yours,” you blinked in shock, “his kind, I can help.” He finished off what he was doing, turning to the dead man on the table, “This… this is something different.”

“Do you know what did it?”

“No, but the Argents will and this is the crucial part. They’ll have some kind of record or book. It’ll have descriptions, histories, notations of all the things they’ve discovered.”

“All-,” you stuttered, “The things,” your best friend had finished for you, “How many different things are there?”

You heard a car approaching and panicked, Deaton rushed you off to hide but not before mentioning to you that he would explain more later. Scott and you hid in the supply closet but considering your lack of supernatural hearing, you could only get bits and pieces.

A paralytic toxic, sliced through bone, no idea of the creature responsible, but killing may be it’s only purpose. All terrifying notes that you really didn’t want to think about. Soon enough the Argents left with their hurt egos in tow and you came out of hiding. Only for you to get a call from Stiles, someone had been murdered at the auto shop. Scott had urged Deaton that all information could wait before leading you both out so he could get to his meeting and you could get to Stiles.

“Stiles!”

You had caught the attention of both the Sheriff and your best friend. You sprinted, tackling the boy, wrapping your arms around him as fast as you could. He gasped in shock before securing his arms around your waist in return.

“Are you okay? What happened? Why were you here so late anyways?” You had sent a rapid fire of questions towards him before he could even process your presence.

“Y/N, Y/N, I’m fine, just trying to comprehend the whole thing,” you nodded sitting next to him on the edge of the ambulance. Sheriff patted his son’s shoulder, “I’ll give you two a moment.” He walked over to his group of deputies, clearly in destress about his son. You two were now surrounded by silence, you had no idea what to say. Scott had told you that he mentioned everything you were worried about to Stiles but since Derek and 'The Clash of the Werewolves' had happened later that afternoon, you two never actually got to talk about it.

“I’m sorry,” you both turned to each other apologizing simultaneously, you chuckled at your inability to have decent timing.

“You first,” you offered which he took, “I’m sorry, about everything, how I made you feel, ignoring you, everything. It wasn’t fair to you.” He had grabbed your hand, squeezing it in anticipation. You nodded, “It’s okay, I’m sorry for how I acted, I shouldn’t be upset at the fact that you care for someone other than me and Scott.”

“It’s okay.” You both smiled at each other, it was nice to be back to normal, even if it was only for a split second.

“Scott told me, you know.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “About what?”

“About your crushy wushy on Isaac,” Stiles smirked keeping his eyes forward.

“Shut up! I do not have a crush on Isaac!”

Stiles chuckled, “Fine, fine.” He took a small beat before continuing, “But you do have a crushy wushy on him.”

You punched him in the shoulder and when you got a groan of dissatisfaction you smiled, “Okay you got me there.”

He looked at you and you both took a moment to just laugh at yourselves. You were still able to joke around at a time like this, at least that meant you guys still had some trace of the plain ole teenagers you used to be. You tapped his shoulder, catching his attention, you pointed to Roscoe, “Do you want to get out of here now?”

He gave you a disappointed shake of his head, “Can’t, Dad said they have to keep it for evidence.”

“Damn, guess we better call Scott or we’ll be stuck here, huh?”

You called Scott and apparently it wasn’t his night either, Allison hadn’t been able to show up, but he had assure you that he would be there as soon as he could. “Scott’s coming, Allison didn’t show for their meet up. Why does it feel like everything is falling apart?”

“Because it is,” Stiles sighed.

“Fair... Hey so what exactly happened in there?”

“So much.”

Stiles took the time to fill you in on what he had just witnessed while you guys waited for Scott. It would be impossible to believe for anyone else but at this rate you could never hear anything surprising anymore. Scott had finally shown up, allowing you guys to get in and get out of the cold.

“You okay?” Scott asked softly, to which Stiles gave a slight nod, “Yeah, you’re right. It’s not like you. I mean, it’s eyes were almost, like, reptilian.” Stiles took a small breath, “But there was something about them.”

You tilted your head, he didn’t mention anything like that. “What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes, and you feel like know, but you just can’t figure out who it is?” You grasped the sides of the front seats and launched yourself forward to stick yourself in the middle, “Wait you didn’t tell me any of this.”

“Are you saying you know who it is?” asked Scott.

“No, but I think it knew me.”

The next morning, you got up as fast as you could. You were on a mission today, Deaton had said he could tell you more about what you are and you were determined to get it out of him. You wanted to know. No. You needed to know, you needed to learn to control whatever is it. To understand what you are, who are you.

When you made it to the clinic, you saw the closed sign. However, you knew Deaton always came in earlier on the weekends to get more paperwork related things done and you were right. His car was sitting outside the employee entrance. You took your chances on the door being opened and of course it was locked, luckily you lived with the boy who worked there and that same boy always left his key on the front door table. You scrambled through your bag and grabbed the key, unlocking the front door, you entered.

“Deaton?”

The man, rounded the corner, a very obvious confused expression sat on his face, “Y/N, nice to see you, how did you get in?” You sheepishly raised your hand holding the shiny key, “Your employee has a very bad habit of leaving this in the key dish.” He breathed a light chuckle, “Okay well, what can I do for you?”

“I want to know Deaton. I want to know what I am. I need to know how to control it.”

He gave a warm smile, “Well I think I can provide some very useful information, come on, let’s talk.” He gestured for you to follow him and you did just that, slowly you could feel the nerves start to bubble up. This was it, all the questions, all the worries, they were going to be answered. Once and for all you could get rid of this internal struggle. Then maybe you could start to be of use.

“Okay well let’s start with the simplest of the questions you probably have, what are you, but to understand what you are you have to first know the whole story.” You gave an unsure nod, “Okay, how do I learn the story?”

He pointed, turning around to a cabinet and grabbing a book from inside, “You let me tell you, now I know it may seem silly but knowing everything in the end, will allow you better control. It will allow you to push your limits without breaking yourself.” He placed the book on the table, you swore you saw a small cloud of dust puff out from under it when it hit the surface. Deaton had flipped to a page, almost like he knew by heart where to go.

“You see in the world of the supernatural, there is this constant fight for balance. Good versus evil, predator versus prey, brute force versus strategy, and with that comes the ones who are given the responsibility to maintain that balance. Some give guidance, some protect and fight along side, and some stand alone pushing back either side when it becomes too much. You happen to be of the second group.”

You took a moment to process, “Okay, what else?”

“Well in each group, you will typically see unique qualities now some can and will overlap but the important distinction of each is what will show you the path in the world you will take. Now the ones who give guidance, they are like me, someone with a foot in the supernatural door way but still human. They are people who have tapped into the lines of the power the supernatural provide but it doesn’t necessarily run through their veins. The ones who stand alone, these are species whose only purpose is to oversee the supernatural, to maintain it’s balance and to even protect the secret of their world.” He took a pause before glancing over at you, noticing your intense stare at the pages in front of you, he smiled and continued.

“This last category is the one that’s pretty special, now while you might find that some who provide guidance will also take part in packs, it is not necessary. You, however, are part of the ones who are commonly drawn to packs, like betas and omegas, and grow stronger through pack bonds, like alphas. This is because, like Scott, your supernatural power runs through your veins; bitten or born, once you are supernatural it is biologically apart of you. This is why your eyes glow just as Scott’s and Derek’s do. Meaning you have to learn control just like they do.”

For the first time since the beginning of the lecture you spoke up, “So that’s why when I get, let’s say, angry I could make the locker doors in the hallway open and shut.”

He tapped the table proudly, “Precisely. It’s almost similar to instinct. Now let’s talk more about you specifically. You’re familiar with mythical creatures like fairies, correct?”

You snorted, “You’re kidding, right?” When you saw no change it his expression, yours dropped, “Are you trying to tell me I’m gonna sprout wings?” He laughed lightly and shook his head, “No, no but like I said, you need to know your whole story.”

“Now before humans became the overwhelming populated race, the supernatural was much more prominent. Meaning, yes fairies in the traditional sense did exist, however with time these creatures had to evolve to stay hidden, to stay protected. Creatures like pixies, became things that we would now call nature sprites, werewolves adapted to have the ability to shift between man and wolf, rather than staying in between the two states. Your species, Y/N, evolved from naturally having wings, ‘the fairies’ to what we would now call, ‘nymphs’.”

“So, what I’m hearing is two hundred centuries ago I would’ve had wings?” You joked trying to shake off the shock of the information.

“Possibly, yes.”

You laughed, “Okay, Doc, so how exactly do I go about all this?”

Deaton turned, once again grabbing a book from the same cabinet and facing you once more, “By learning, learning the spells and rituals of your people. Learning how your people coexisted with the other creatures will give you guidance on your purpose.”

You nodded, “Okay, can you teach me.”

“The basics, yes,” he assured, “however, after that it will be up to you. Unfortunately for you, you live in a time where nymphs no longer habitat specific regions, meaning you’ll have a lot of practicing on your shoulders.” You raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?” He shrugged slightly, “Well back when nymphs first evolved they still only lived in certain areas, some were protectors of the mountains, some the forest, and some were specifically healers to help provide protection to the living creatures. Eventually, they came to merge as they found when the humans became the greater population in numbers, they needed every bit of knowledge to protect not only those around them but themselves as well.”

“Great so I have more homework because they decided they wanted to be overachievers. Well, when can we get started?”

He slid the book towards you, “How would now, work?”

You smiled, “Now, would be great, but two more questions before we get started.”

“All ears.”

"Well first, how did I become like this?"

"My best guess is that it's in your blood, nymphs typically don't see their power take full effect until adulthood however an outside force like an alpha can push that power to come forth sooner."

"Because I'm drawn to packs like betas and omegas?"

"Precisely, what was your another question?"

“When we were searching for Lydia and when Scott fought Derek, I felt my senses become blurry and dull then all at once, they sharpen, my sight was sharper, my hearing was clearer; do you know why that happened?”

“Actually, I may, it could’ve been your instincts taking over. Similar to how the full moon causes werewolves’ killer instinct to override their senses. May I ask what happened right before this happened?”

“Well with Lydia, it was when we were driving down the road, I know I felt a lot of anxiety when it happened and when it was over I felt like I could see where Lydia was. With Derek, he was choking Scott when I had panicked, my mind went into almost overdrive when my hands slammed the ground. It caused a ripple in the ice and then he was on the ground, an energy was holding him there by the neck.”

“Sounds like when your instinct took over, it casted spells out of desperation. With Lydia it must have been a tracing or tracking spell and with Derek it sounds like you casted a counter spell. Taking a force and deflecting the same amount back on them. I say we start with those since your body has already used them once.”

“Okay, yeah.” You took a pause, “Deaton?”

“Yes?”

“I want to learning the tracking spell first. I want to be able to find Isaac.”

“Okay, Y/N, the first thing you need to understand is that your senses become blurry to be able to connect to the supernatural energy that runs through the world naturally. This is because a tracking spell connects you to those energies to send you the information on who you’re looking for.”

You were standing in the middle of the room, shaking out your hands from nerves, “Okay, so what’s the first step?”

“You first need to learn how to connect to the energy that flows through the world. Close your eyes. Relax. Try to let your mind go blank.”

Releasing a jagged breath you did as instructed, “You might start to feel faint since you’re now consciously trying to tap into your power rather than letting instinct take over, through time this will effect you less and less.”

Just like he had described when you relaxed your breathing and could feel your body slowly release, you started to feel fuzzy, almost sick. You tried not to worry, you would be alright, just take it slowly. A buzzing sound could be heard, like the sound an old lightbulb makes. It kept getting louder. And louder. And louder. Until it stopped, complete and utter silence. “Now once you feel you are ready, and only when you feel ready, think about Isaac. Picture him, his figure, the color of his eyes, his hair, maybe even a clothing item he wears a lot. Whatever you connect to him should be in your head. If you are properly entwined with the world’s energy it’ll know exactly who or what you’re looking for. And it will show you.”

All you could do was nod, afraid that too much movement would break your concentration and you did exactly what Deaton said. You pictured him. His beautiful curly hair, his soft blue eyes, his lacrosse jersey, his slightly awkward pre-wolf demeanor, his small laugh. Everything you thought of made you feel clearer and clearer, it was working. Then suddenly...

You saw his house, you were standing right at the front door. You looked around, everything looked normal and it felt so real. Except for one thing, in the distance there was a slight glow. Pointing you down the street, so you followed it and when you stepped into the glow your location changed once again. This time it was dark and wet smelling, you could see stairs right next to you so you made the journey down and there he was. The tall boy you adored so much was right there talking with Derek, he looked stressed. You tried to make your way over to him but as you grew closer the image started to disappear and like nothing happened you were back at the clinic. Your eyes snapped open, no doubt glowing as you could feel the slight heat.

“I found him! He was right there!” You spun to face Deaton, who had a proud look on his face, you had done it. You had successfully casted your first spell, no doubt out of pure luck and guidance.

“Congratulations, you seem to be a natural. You might find that spells your body has casted out of instinct might inherently be easier, which will make for good practice. It’ll allow you to become familiar with the energies your body connects to and the natural power that runs inside you, but for now I think you need to take care of somethings, come back tomorrow.”

“Okay!” You wrapped your arms around the man, making him stumble out of surprise, “Thank you, thank you! See you tomorrow!” You grabbed your bag off the table and sprinted out the door towards the abandoned station, your squeals of excitement trailing just behind you.

You had made it to your destination, you really hadn’t thought about what you were going to do and now that you’ve made it, you still hadn't. You looked at the entrance of the station, you took a deep breath, it was now or never. You didn’t know what you were expecting but you definitely weren’t expecting to find Erica trying to devour Derek’s face.

“That’s the last time you do that.”

“Why because I’m a beta?” At this point you were at the middle of the stairs, crouching behind the railing. You might as well try listening in, until you were caught at least.

“No because I have someone else in mind for you.” What the hell was that suppose to mean?

“Are we done?” Your body froze, this was the first time you had heard his voice, his actual voice, not the fake attempt to be intimidating voice. “Cause I have about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal.”

From your very limited eyesight you could see Derek get down to Isaac’s level, grabbing his arm he snapped it. You felt yourself cringe at the sound, you could practically feel the fear radiating off the others in the room.

“You think I’m teaching you how to fight, huh? Look at me! I’m teaching you how to survive.” He dropped Isaac’s head, allowing him to crash back to the ground, “If they wanted us dead, why aren’t they coming for us now?” Isaac challenged his alpha, “What are they waiting for?”

“I don’t know. But they’re planning something, and you, especially, know that’s not our only problem.” You scoffed so he’s preparing them to survive by crushing their bones a thousand times over. Apparently he’s a worse teacher as an alpha than he was at a beta. “Whatever that thing is that killed Isaac’s father, I think it killed someone else last night. And until I find out what it is, you all need to learn everything I know, as fast as I could teach you.”

Now was the time for you to make yourself known if you were ever going to, tension was slightly better and Derek had stopped his rambunctious yelling. Plus you wanted to be able to shove in his face how much of an idiot he actually was and you couldn’t do that if he wasn’t in the room.

“Well doesn’t this seem to be the most exciting class ever?” You leaned forward against the railing, your elbow sat on the beam and your palm resting on your cheek. If there’s was one thing you were good at, it was playing it cool. You saw all four heads in the room shoot up in your direction, three had confused looks on their faces and one looked more irritated than before.

“What are you doing here, Y/N? How’d you find this place?” Derek questioned in his most famous stance, feet shoulder width apart and arms crossed. You hopped down the last few stairs using your grip on the bottom beam to playfully swing your body around the corner. You raised the book Deaton had given you, “Training but since I found my way here I figured ‘why not drop by and say hi’, pretty nice of me don’t you think?”

Even from a distance you could never miss the way Derek rolled his eyes, so dramatic, almost cartoonish. He had turned to leave the room but you spoke up again, “You know, me, Scott, and Stiles may not know everything there is to know about the supernatural world, I mean they barely know how to talk to girls without blacking out so what can you expect,” you shrugged, “but even so, you’d be very surprised on how much information we tend to find out. Such as what the creature actually is, well to be more accurate what it looks like and why it does what it does.”

That information definitely perked his attention, “Since when would you ever share information with me, you don’t trust me,” his eyes narrowed at you, analyzing your figure. You took a second to look at the trio of new betas and their expressions could almost make you laugh if it weren’t for the situation. They were so clearly astonished, like they couldn’t imagine anyone talking to their alpha like how you were. You huffed slightly before sitting on a spare create nearby.

“You’re completely right, I don’t trust you. In fact, I quite literally hate you. But the fact of the matter is, I don’t want to have to see them,” you pointed to the beta trio, who had jumped slightly at the sudden gesture toward them, “die because of you.”

“So if that means I have to swallow my pride, as much as it would so deeply pain me to do so, to willing you give you information because maybe, just maybe, it’ll save them from dying due to your stupidity… I’ll do it. Because they say they know what they signed up for but I know from experience, you definitely didn’t give them everything.” Silence. He knew you were right, he couldn’t argue with you even if he tried.

“Y/N-.”

“I’m not finished Derek Hale.”

“When I tell you the things I know, do you think for once, you could not be an insufferable prick?” You smirked and Derek gave you another narrowed look before silently walking away. You took the opportunity to slowly make your way to the trio, sitting back down on a different box. You gave a shy smile and a small wave, it was like you were a completely different person, it made the beta trio uneasy, “How have you guys been?” They stared at you clueless, none of them could comprehend your question, too thrown off by the situation. After some time, Boyd cleared his throat, “We’ve been okay.”

You nodded satisfied, “That’s good, I’m glad, we’ve been worried about you guys, you know?” Erica scoffed, “Oh yeah.”

“Of course, Scott doesn’t want to see you guys get hurt, none of us do. Did my whole spectacle back there not show that? I could go do it again for you guys. Derek’s pretty used to me yelling at him, I did it all last semester.” Isaac snorted, covering his face slightly when he realized it was a lot louder than he had anticipated. Erica gave you a sour look before she grabbed Boyd’s arm and the two walked away, towards their alpha.

You were now left with the boy that was your whole reasoning for being here. The air was suffocating to say the least, neither one of you could find the words to say. Your knee bounced from the nerves as you looked all around the room before sitting on the ground. “Don’t take Erica’s attitude too personal, she’s just a little hot headed from her rejection earlier.” You waved the boy off, “Yeah, I saw it, I don’t blame her, personally I’d dig my own grave if that happened to me.” Isaac smiled clearly amused by your imagination, “Like you would ever get rejected, people practically begged you to go with them to the winter formal, boys and girls.”

“Maybe, but I only wanted to go with one person and they never asked, so I guess I attract silent rejection,” you were testing the waters, to see if maybe he knew who you were talking about (him of course). “Really, who?” And failure. You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter, anyways, how are your bones coming along,” you joked.

“Never better, I would say.” What a liar, you could clearly see the fractures. “So, training, huh? What training were you getting?”

You pointed to your eyes and made them flash, “Learning how to control this.”

Another silence fell over you, definitely awkward and you didn’t know what to say next. Everything was different now, technically you guys were on different sides. That last time you saw each other he was throwing your best friend into machinery and you were sending his alpha into the ice. What were you supposed to say? You certainly didn’t know but maybe you should take this chance while you had it.

“Isaac?” His head turned to you, giving you all of his attention.

“I have to be honest, I like you, a lot. Okay, which is why I’m going to tell you exactly what I think. Plain in simple, I think you’re making a mistake being here with Derek. I don’t trust him and I never have. I don’t want to see you or the others get hurt. I care so much about you.”

There was a pause, you could tell he was taking it all in, processing everything you just said. His eyebrows furrowed almost like he was offended and you could tell this wasn’t about to be a good end to your conversation, “Frankly, I don’t need your advice. And you’re the ones that need to be careful.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Because I know you follow Scott around and if you guys get in the way Derek won’t hesitate to move you out of it.” You blinked slowly, in shock of what you were hearing. You knew you were taking a risk talking about this whole different sides thing but you were worried for him. You didn’t know what to expect but it certainly wasn’t a hostile answer. You grabbed your bag and stood from your spot on the ground, “Fine. It was you by the way.”

“What?”

“It was you that I wanted to go to the winter formal with.” you said turning you back away and making your way towards to the stairs. You knew you were just upset and you would regret your next sentence but at that moment you didn’t care, “You put one hand on Scott or Stiles and the next person breaking your bones won’t be Derek,” you flicked your head to the side, looking at him, flashing your eyes, “It’ll be me.”

After that horrendous weekend, you at least would be able to distract yourself by focusing on the weird lizard problem you had. You haven’t had the chance to tell either of the boys what you knew about yourself, mainly because you were so distracted over your talk turned argument with Isaac. However, you could entertain yourself with the free show you were receiving right now.

“I’m so sorry about the other day. I’m trying. We’ll get through this. I know because I love you.” You felt a giggle rip through your throat as you watched Stiles recite Allison’s words to Scott. You placed your textbook in front of your face to try and hide the soft laughs coming from you, Stiles had already pulled at your ears for laughing the last few times.

“I love you more than… Oh, my God! I can’t!” At this point your giggles had evolved into full blown explosions of laughter. “You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate.”

“Come on!” Scott whined, “You and Y/n are the only ones we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?”

“Yes, okay? Message complete.”

“Hey, chill out Stiles, you know the risk of those two being seen together,” you tried to reason. His head whipped up at you, “You wanna try?” You raised your hands in defense, “I never said that, plus it was my turn the last time.” Stiles now brought his attention back to the boy next to him, “Alright, now tell me about your boss.”

“He thinks that Allison’s family keeps some kind of record of all the things that they’ve hunted. Like a book.”

“He probably means a bestiary.” You nodded in agreement with Stiles.

“A what?”

“A bestiary,” Stiles repeated and Scott had started to lightly chuckle, “I think you mean bestiality.” You felt your whole body dropped, he couldn’t be serious could he?

“No. He definitely means bestiary,” you deadpanned.

“It’s like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures.”

“How am I the only one that doesn’t seem to know anything about this stuff,” Scoff complained.

“Okay, you know, you guys are my best friends, you’re a creature of the night and she’s…” he took a pause pointing up at you before sighing dramatically, “we still don’t know what she’s is yet, but nonetheless, it’s kind of like a priority of mine.” You had completely forgotten to tell them that you knew. Well that’s awkward.

“Well actually, I talk to Deaton this weekend and I actually found out a lot, but this is more important so let’s focus on this for now,” you rambled slightly. They both looked at you with expecting looks before Scott started speaking, “Okay, we’re coming back to that for sure,” Stiles nodded in agreement, “But if we can find it, and it can tell us what this thing is..”

“And who.” You and Stiles said together.

“We need that book.”

“So you’re a nymph?” You nodded at the omega walking next to you, you guys were heading to your lockers, waiting for Stiles to show up.

“Yep, at least that’s what I’ve been told,” you confirmed. You reached your locker, opening it to grab your textbook for your next class. Scott doing the same. Unfortunately for him, Stiles slammed it closed, very clearly out of breath, “She says it has to be- office.” He exasperated, trying his best to catch his breath before taking off again down the hall.

You looked at Scott, “Is he talking about the bestiary?” The boy nodded in response, “Yeah, apparently Gerard has it in his office.”

You snapped, if you were a cartoon character you were sure you would have a lightbulb hovering over your head, “If Allison’s invites him to the game and she can swipe his keys, me or Stiles could go look for it in his office.” Scott had patted you on the shoulder excitedly, almost like a child.

“We just have to wait it out, now.”

Later that night, you guys were set up at the field the boys were getting geared up and you were stuck running last minute plays with Coach. The anxiety was already building up, especially because you had seen Boyd and Erica show up for the game earlier, which could only mean something was potentially at play.

You had been thinking about it since you had seen their sly smiles, they knew you had seen them. Erica especially made you uneasy but that was only because she always had that sultry look that you could just tell was very under practiced. Like she wanted to look like she had all the control in the world. Boyd just made you sad, the poor boy just wanted friends and Derek manipulated him. You couldn’t pick favorites anymore though, as of this weekend they were all on the other side. There was no trying to protect them when you had to protect your friends. Luckily you had the crashes of the game to distract you.

“Come on! Is that thing even a teenager? I wanna see a birth certificate!”

Your eyes focused back on the game, not like you had any choice with Coach screaming in your ear.

“Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?” Coach had directed his question to Stiles and you.

“Eddie Obomowitz, Coach,” Stiles replied with a sigh. You leaned over your best friend slightly, “They call him ‘The Abomination’,” you finished as Stiles gave a shimmy for piazza.

“Oh, that’s cute.” Coach commented sarcastically before allowing his focus to move back to the game.

You looked to the bleachers towards where Allison and her grandfather were sitting. Allison’s head turned to Gerard and you could see her speaking, Gerard said something back while shrugging off his coat, handing it over to the girl. You smiled, she did it, you gave Stiles a pat on the shoulder. A silent marker to let him know everything was going well. You slowly made your way towards the pair in the stands, making sure to stay out of the elder man’s eyesight. Allison was dangling the keys over the side of the bench and you swiftly grabbed them from her. Now all you had to do was meet up with Stiles and you two could look for that damn book.

You jogged into the silent lot, seeing the spastic boy already looking for you, “Stiles,” you called. He turned to face you, his face going from relief to then frozen. He was looking behind you. Confused, you spun around only to see the same tall curly haired boy you had just argued with over the weekend. Without a thought you threw to keys at Stiles, “Go, I’ll take care of this.”

Stiles gave you an ‘are you sure look’ clearly concerned at the circumstances, “It’s fine, I’ll catch up.” He huffed before nodding and started his venture towards the school.

“What are you doing here Isaac?”

“I had to see you.”

"Okay, why?"

"To apologize and beg you to forgive me."

His words made your body relax but you didn't know what to say. You kept your arms wrapped around your figure, his eyes were practically burning into you.

"I'm giving you five minutes," he nodded rapidly, lightly placing his hand on your folded arms to guide you further from the lightpost. You looked at him strangely, "I still can't be seen in public, I am still technically a fugitive you know." You let him guide you away from the area that was being shined on by the light.

When you reach a spot he deemed adaquate, you could tell he was starting to get nervous, he rocked back and forth on his feet like a child.

"Okay, your five minutes are starting now," you huffed.

"Um, okay, well. First, I want to start by saying I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said what I did, I don't even know why I said it. I really don't think I've gotten a hold of the whole rage induced behavior thing yet." There was a pause as he looked at you expectingly, when you gave him notion to keep going he began to speak once more.

"And I do appreciate that you care so much about me, no one ever has. I care about you too, you know and I don't want to see you get hurt." You gave him a questioning look not sure what he meant. "I just mean that you guys do need to be careful because Derek is dead set on fixing this the way he wants to, Erica and Boyd are also going to follow him no matter what and.." he started to stutter.

"And?"

"And I'm going to as well."

You sighed, "Isaac-."

"You can't change my mind (Y/N). I can't be an omega, I won't. But that's not the only thing I wanted to say."

You straighten your posture, "Okay what is it?" You saw him scratch at the back of his neck before he made eye contact with you, “I wanted to go with you too.”

You blinked, “What?”

“The winter formal. I wanted to go with you too, I just couldn’t work up the nerve to ask you.” You felt yourself smile and you were sure you looked like the cheshire cat at this point, “You did?” He nodded immediately in response, “Of course, you’re you, why wouldn’t I want to go with you?”

After that you couldn’t be sure how much time had passed, you two talked for a while. At some point you even slipped your hand into his, while you guys sat on curb. You guys both were unfortunately interrupted by a loud crash of glass. Your head whipped towards the school, looking back at Isaac who just shrugged, you motioned him off, “You can’t risk being seen, go, I’ll go see what’s going on.”

“(Y/n)-.”

“Go, Isaac!” You demanded already making your way to the school. When you got inside you saw Stiles and Derek on the side of the pool, Erica on the ground and Scott, transformed, holding a shard of mirror. Another crash could be heard this time from the creature escaping into the night.

“Okay what the hell just happened?”

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a/n: okay guys sorry for the random finish I honestly had no idea how to end this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think! I promise there will be more isaac and y/n later on!

taglist: @somiaw @vvicaddiction

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey angst #isaac lahey fluff #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey x reader #lydia martin #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf fluff #allison argent #isaac lahey x y/n #isaac lahey x yn #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf series

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raven-quill-and-willow-wand · 6 days

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It seems that the gods are trying to “accumulate champions,” so to speak, and given what we know about the history of Predathos’s imprisonment, I don’t think it is entirely inconceivable that the remaining Crown Keepers could come back later to assist in the final battle, whenever that happens. Either that, or they could be enemies Bell’s Hells fight if they side with Predathos instead, but I don’t see that as a likely scenario.

No matter what, even if they do eventually side with Predathos, that will be after taking down Ludinus because there’s no way they’ll join him after everything that’s happened. I would love so much for the Crown Keepers to come back one more time before the end of the campaign. I know they’re a polarizing group, but I love them and I enjoy Aabria Iyengar as DM (I know, also “controversial,” but I don’t give a fuck because if the cast were not okay with everything she does, she wouldn’t be invited back, and I think that’s the part that all the haters are missing. Besides, I just think she’s a fun and creative DM and brings such a fun and positive energy to the table even when she is actively trying very hard to kill the players; and there’s absolutely no reason to not play fast and loose with the rules.) and want to see the rest of them interact with the main cast in some capacity. They’re an important part of the world and the story, and I also enjoy that the majority of that group were beginners when they started on Exandria Unlimited Prime. How can someone say they honestly do not enjoy the creativity and daring of someone like Aimee at the table who has no concept of what “can” or “can’t” be done in the game?? I also don’t mind things like allowing geas to be cast as a single action spell under the circumstances in the episode because it was a cool moment. Then again, when I DM, I change rules all the time circumstantially, make up new spells and items and for certain NPCs or even occasionally player characters, I’ll “downcast” spells like Aabria MAY or may not have done with the infamous Cone of Cold during the finale of EXU Prime, meaning reduce the damage dice or the effect in some way because there is no lower level similar choice to some of the spells.

Overall, I was thrilled with the last couple episodes! After the intensity of 91, the immediate flood of relief and joy I felt when Aabria strolled in like, “I think I’ll take it from here,” was such a welcome change because I knew it was just going to be something most likely simple and easily contained to a single session or two, and it was going to be fun. I also just like having guests because they add different layer to the dynamic. I do wish we could have more recurring guests like how Zahra and Kash came back over and over throughout the first campaign, but we can’t have everything we want. That was really my only meaningful critique of The Mighty Nein. I hoped so badly to see some of the characters again, but the only one who came back again at a later time was Shakastë, who was fun, of course, but I would have loved to see the others again as well, like Twiggy! She was intriguing and cute but also possibly sinister all at the time, and I wanted to know more about her! Anyway, I’m so glad I caught up! I was behind for a few months.

#critical role #bell’s hells #the mighty nein #raven’s nest #crown keepers #the crown keepers #mighty nein

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alitgblog · 2 months

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was gonna do a march madness bracket for litg characters but I feel like we know which fan favorites are gonna win so instead, with my extra time, I did a hunger games simulator (logical next step lol).

Tried to pick a guy and girl from every season (plus an extra duo from seasons 2,4, and 6 just because I like those seasons lol). With a few exceptions and wild cards, but you'll see.

ANyway the highlights (didn't include every death so if you're wondering what's happening to some characters, you can ask me lol).

I guess first off, Vicki does die very quickly (killed by her someone in own district, Estelle). (FYI I only picked those two because I was like well they're the prettiest ones from S7 lol). Also Theo and Claudia being in character and helping each other out is cool and in character (spoilers: won't stay that way). Jakub is also having a comedy of errors going on, which I fully expect from him. And there's some Gramish interactions in there which is fun. I forgot to screenshot it but they do form a short lived alliance.

Ozzy and Marshall are both messes most of the time: absolutely what I expect out of the two of them. They kind of took over S6 (with Amelia but I didn't put her in this) and fittingly, I am invested in their storyline for this simulator even though at first I just wanted to see who was gonna be the stronger twin lmao. (That's also why S7 has two girls to balance out these two being on the same team.)

Pretty early on, Bruno also kills his own teammate, Angie, and I immediately regret putting in my favorites in the simulator. S4 does get their moment in the spotlight though, because Kelly somehow ends up hunting Suresh. Like I just know if she got more time in litg she'd have my back 😤😤 (even though Suresh is in a different season). This does not go well a few days later, however, when Kelly drinks the poison she meant to give Suresh. And then he steals the idea and then poisons Dana from his own district, wowwww.

Moving on, if you want some insight on my S3 picks, I thought they were all too nice to have to deal with this and after some careful deliberation (I sat around for two minutes trying to think of what would be the funniest option). Anyway so here's an update on how Kerry's doing. She's kind of made an alliance with Lottie, which makes sense Lottie not wanting to work with her fellow district tribute, Jakub.

Anyway next group of killings: goodbye more of my faves (also wtf Theo). Speaking of Theo, he does make an alliance with my district 12 wild card picks which are of course, fan favorites Gareth and Lola. (For the record, Theo does kill Lola later on and Gareth dies of hypothermia. I don't have any other screenshots of the birds I just felt like keeping y'all updated.)

Anyway, it's been a few days, you may be wondering how Ozzy and Marshall are doing: (this happens twice fyi, wow the twins are BONDING)

This might hurt some people: the funny short kings are fighting. This isn't how Bobby dies though, unfortunately the S2 fan favorite humans are killed off by the other two

It seems after this, Lottie's really going through something, now kind of forcing murder on her ally, Kerry. However, she kills Suresh who has like three kills at this point? So, ehh. It goes badly very soon after though, as Lottie BETRAYS Kerry?? Plot twist, damn.

Eventually, Marshall, Estelle, and Theo all team up to hunt others (keep in mind at this point, I believe Estelle and Theo have the most kills). This does not bode well for Marshall and Ozzy finally bonding though. Again, Lottie is going through some mental turmoil probably after all those kills, and asks Ozzy to kill her but he already is trying not to kill anyone.

Anyway that alliance does not last. Estelle walks over a landmine, and Marshall betrays Theo. This is high drama as far as I'm concerned, and of course main character Marshall.

Jakub is still going through a comedy of errors.

Meanwhile, Allegra has just been vibing most of the time. She talked to Tim like once. And she's been getting stuff from sponsors. But somehow has allied with Lottie and I assume that helps Lottie regain her confidence. Because together they kill Ozzy. And Marshall doesn't even know.

We eventually do land on final two Lottie and Marshall. Lottie, who's losing her mind, and Marshall, also not in the best headspace but doubly so now seeking revenge for his brother. It's very much going back and forth who's hunting who.

Anticlimactic, but do we have a winner shortly after because Lottie dies of starvation, and I think Marshall finds the body and it's a weird bittersweet ending because he made it and didn't have to kill her but also didn't get vengeance and has to live with all that.

So so fun.

Anyway feel free to make your own lol

#can yall tell im procrastinating lol #litg #hunger games simulator #love island the game

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sunflowernoodles · 1 year

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Ghost Stories

Haven’t been feeling the greatest lately so I’m gonna write some fluff. I hope you enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Shoto

Lers: Sero, Bakugou

Ships: Todobakusero

Earlier in the week, the school had decided to treat the first year students to a little camping trip. No extra training or anything, just a relaxing, self-indulgent camping trip to unwind.

They were piled onto a few busses for about an hour and a half on their way to the campsite and set up all their tents for later before swimming in the lake on the campgrounds. After many more activities throughout the day, they were ending the night off with smores and taking turns telling scary stories around the campfire.

While it was all mostly fun and everyone usually gets a little creeped out, or genuinely scared when a group would get really into the stories and go off to make creepy sounds, they were all having a good time.

Well, almost all of them. Shoto sat sandwiched between his two boyfriends, genuinely tense and freaked out from the stories. He had a deep fear and hatred for anything horror related, being in the woods didn’t help.

Sero and Bakugou were having fun with listening to the different ghost stories, but did eventually notice their nervous boyfriend keeping himself from clinging to them multiple times.

“Hey, Roki, wanna head back to our tent?” Sero quietly asked Shoto, earning a little nod. Sero smiled, and gently shoved Bakugou’s shoulder to get his attention. He grunted, but stood up with his boyfriends.

No one really noticed them leaving, and if anyone did, it was late anyways so it wasn’t questioned. The three of them walked back to their tent to hang out in peace.

They got comfy in their sleeping bags and other extra blankets they brought along. Shoto stole a hoodie from Sero and practically hid in his sleeping bag.

Sero laughed sympathetically as him and Bakugou both scooted closer to Shoto so he was laying between the two of them. “You don’t like all the horror crap, do you?” He asked, brushing a strand of red hair out of Shoto’s face.

“No. It’s stupid, I don’t see how anyone could like that stuff.” Shoto said, frowning a little. Bakugou just glared at Shoto for a moment then shrugged.

“It’s okay, I guess.” Bakugou shrugged once again. Shoto nodded. He watched as Sero and Bakugou settled in a little more, ready to sleep, but Shoto panicked as he saw Bakugou reach to turn off the lantern lighting up the inside if the tent.

“Wait! Can you… maybe leave it on a bit longer?” Shoto asked sheepishly and looked at Bakugou. He couldn’t bring himself to get annoyed or tell Shoto no, so he simply sighed and brought his arm back down.

“Thank you” Shoto nodded. “I’m just on edge, sorry.” He apologized, wringing his hands with a nervous expression on his face.

Shoto felt a slight weight on his back as Bakugou took to lightly cuddling him, a rare display of mostly unprompted affection. “It’s fine, just let us worry about it.” He spoke, trying to sound irritated but the affection in his voice was clear.

Shoto smiled, laying his arms on top of Bakugous as he closed his eyes a little, just to rest them for a bit.

But then, he felt a little poke to his belly and let out a little squeak. Shoto looked at Sero, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as his boyfriend grinned at him. He couldn’t see Bakugou’s face, but he was positive him and Sero were sharing a smirk right now.

“…Oh no.” Shoto said to be a little bit dramatic and because of the excited butterflies fluttering around in his stomach now. He found himself trying to scrunch up, but ultimately, it was a pointless action since he was so squished between them.

“Hey Bakugou, don’t tell Roki, but I think theyre may be a monster or two nearby.” Sero spoke as if Shoto weren’t right there, nervously, excitedly glancing between his two boyfriends.

Bakugou was not usually one to partake in such silly and playful teasing, but he could make an exception for his boyfriends. “Really? What kind of monster?” He asked and gently ran his fingers up Shoto’s side a bit closer to his back, making him squeak into his hands.

“I think it may be a couple of tickle monsters. And I think they’re right in this tent.” Sero whispered and smiled as Shoto started to giggle slightly at the pure silliness of all this.

“Hey, Icyhot, try and take this seriously. You of all people could definitely be in some serious trouble.” Bakugou teased, giving Shoto a little pinch to the side.

Shoto stayed giggling but tried to as subtly as possible turn onto his back, making himself more of a convenient target. But obviously, Sero and Bakugou weren’t nice enough to let that slide.

“Shoto, what are you doing? Think you’ll make it with a belly this ticklish and cute? Surely you’re done for.” Sero said in fake sadness, ever so slightly digging into the sides of Shoto’s stomach.

“Thihihis is sohoho mehehehean!” Shoto giggled, now slightly squirming as Bakugou joined in on tickling him, taking to gently tickling Shoto’s underarms.

“Sorry, guess its just dangerous to have such a ticklish little dork out here by himself.” Bakugou teased and lightly blew into Shoto’s ear, making him squeak and scrunch up.

“Yohohou two chohose tohoho doho thihihihis!” Shoto argued but found himself trying to squirm closer to Sero and to the tickles.

“No, not us. Its the tickle monsters, Roki. We tried telling you.” Sero shrugged. He shared another look with Bakugou and the blond sat up and moved just a little. Shoto watched as both of his boyfriends moved and stared down at him. Shoto just let out a little excited giggle.

Sero cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect and Bakugou settled himself on Shoto’s shins. He leaned forward a bit with his hands on Shoto’s knees, “Any last words, pretty boy?”

Shoto genuinely thought about that for a second and covered his face with his hands and giggled. Since he didn’t have anything to say, Sero and Bakugou teasingly held their hands up above Shoto. Sero started massaging his thumbs into Shoto’s hips as Bakugou pinched around his thighs and scratched his knees.

Shoto quickly got all squirmy and of course, started doing this big, still surprising high pitched laugh. “NAHAHAHA, WAHAHAIT!” Shoto laughed but he was happy and definitely not thinking about the creepy ghost stories anymore. He was far too distracted by all the attention and his own laughter.

“Wait for what, Darling? Just say the word and we’ll leave you alone.” Sero shrugged, giving Shoto a little pinch to his stomach, making him snort at the sudden change in tickles.

“Yeah, I think we’ve already waited long enough so, you can deal with it. Even if you’re definitely having fun with this.” Bakugou added in, grinning at his now red in the face boyfriend.

“I KNOHOHOW!” Shoto didn’t have the brain power to argue or lie so, he simply agreed and dealt with it as Bakugou had put it. Though after a couple minutes, Shoto grew genuinely tired and tears pricked at his eyes from laughing so much. He tapped Sero’s leg, too tired to say anything.

And just like that, they let up. Although Sero did gently trace little patterns into Shoto’s belly, something they learned he quite liked after being tickled. It helped him calm down and relax but kept him lightly giggling.

“You okay, Love?” Sero asked as Bakugou moved off of Shoto’s legs and back beside him, starting to play with his hair a little. Shoto was doing these soft, breathy giggles and nodded.

“Yeahaha. I’m definitely tihired nohow.” Shoto giggled with a small nod. Sero smiled and gave Shoto a little pat to his stomach before he laid next to him, Bakugou quickly joining them and pulling one of the bigger blankets they brought over the three of them.

Shoto sighed softly as he was squished between his two boyfriends again, no longer nervous or on edge from anything. Just completely blissful and sleepy.

Bakugou finally clicked off the lantern and Shoto comfortably dozed off in the middle of the little cuddle pile.

#bnha tickles #lee!todoroki #ticklish!todoroki #ler!bakugou #ler!sero #sfw tickles #tickle fic #I did not spell check this #oh well #comfort fic

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kollector-of-stims · 1 year

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Do you think you could do a tour of your stim toys and where you got them from? :D

This sounded super fun, so YES! I just finished taking all the pictures and I'm ready to start! Here is all I'm going through, and for the tour itself begins....under the cut!😁🙌

In each image is labeled the place I got them from for all that I can remember. Also, I categorized them to the best of my ability!

First, we have: Various Absentminded Toys

A few of my favorite tools are here! And we even have cheap cat toys...Anyway, the favorites are definitely my precious infinity cube from Walmart, fidget cube from an old and now hard-to-find (or deleted) $5 and under stim toy post, and articulated octopus from Books A Million! Also some shots other than this one have stuff from Stimtastic...you will be missed 😣

Next category: Stretchy Toys!

The good ol' monkey noodles, funky caterpillars, other stretchy critters, and wiggly fruits and vegetables. The super realistic banana is from the tiktoker Mrs. Bench and I was mainly tempted to get one because of the YouTuber NerdECrafter 😂 Oh and also, the sand-filled carrot does NOT feel as good as the sand-filled banana, and I feel like that may be consistent.

Next category is: Articulated Fidgets!

Ok first off, I forgot to put the two from Cracker Barrel together, and same for the two from Books A Million. So, arrows. Second, I coulda put the octopus here in the first place but gathered this category later and had already taken the other picture, so I simply put it in here again! This is one of my favorite categories overall, as not only is the feel of these articulated animals good, their sound is too~ The small ones are SUPER handy since they're easier to take around!

Next up: Fidget Spinners!

Classics. Varying prongs and weights. The five pronged green one is one of the most satisfying to spin, along with the black one. The simple dimple one would honestly probably appeal more to me if simple dimples didn't hurt my fingers often (I bite my nails so, soreness). But the colors are still nice to see spin!

Next in line: Fun Textures!

(I forgot to label the tiny hedgehog- it came from a quarter machine in an asian restaurant)

Quiet and nice to rub my fingers across (or hold tightly as is the case with the alien). The purple piece up there with the green textures may look kinda weird, and its because it's a piece of a larger toy, an asmr fidget cube. It was my favorite side, so I separated it from the entire thing🤣. Also, the rainbow textured strip has suction cups along the bottom.

Next group: Putties!

I definitely favor putties over slime, mostly cause of texture and less mess. Simple silly putty eggs serve their purpose well, and so does crazy arins, but those can be hard to get out of their containers, and as a result, my super scarab putty is in a small jar instead!

Next: Visual Water Toys!

ERROR: THE SHARK CAME FROM FIVE BELOW, NOT BOOKS A MILLION)

The shark....Oooooh the shark...And the hourglass came from a cheap fidget toy box with like a pack of 30 (like some in previous images as well) but unfortunately due to little use, it's been growing mold or something inside of it, and I'm afraid that I cant fix that..so that's a downside😭.

Next, another small category: Noise Makers!

Cool and fun pop tubes and the clicker (that honestly makes my small weak hands a bit sore after a while). The pink one was a freebie with the realistic banana, and the small one...I for the life of me can't remember where I got it. I just put Walmart cause it sounds kind of familiar.

Next and last of the small categories: Wacky Tracks and Similar!

The one from Stimtastic is my ultimate favorite of them all, and while the twittle turned out to not be as pleasing as I planned, I also noticed another kind that looked similar but had slightly different shaped joints and I'm honestly tempted to try that one too. The big one came from one of my cousins who gave it to me after I asked who's it was, and it's not bad! The cheaper ones however can be harder to clack and are more prone to pinching.

Next: Pop-its!

I guess this is a smaller category, but the toys definitely have a big impact. Another favorite of mine, especially the smaller ones! The cow is a cheaper one that came from walmart as opposed to ordered from a better brand I've seen, so its front poppers don't work, but the back ones do (The suction cups on the bottom of it are AWESOME regardless though). And the unicorn pop it ball meant a lot to me not only cause it came from the Stuckey's store my aunt is a manager of, but also because its the first pop-it ball I ever tried that I was able to pop in all poppers on!

Next category, Squishable Toys!

(Not shown are my squishy owl and penguin cause I forgot them, but they stay with me often in my handbag! I also have tons of squishies but many enough to be considered their own collection)

Stress balls of various kinds one could say. The little sticky wall-climbing balls near the top are in a plastic bag to keep them sticky, and they remind me of the larger versions I had as a kid! Splat balls are a favorite of mine that I honestly dont use enough, partially cause I dont wanna pop them, but the shark is my favorite out of this entire category as it feels like the "dehydrated" dna ball from walmart, but with that soft cover.

Second to last: Fidget Brand Toys!

Basically in my mind "toys either made by fidget specific companies or have fidget in the name" I guess. Also common fidget toys you may see specifically in the fidget toy isle in Walmart. For some reason I cant recall any of those common fidget brands right now, but I do know how they have their own exclusive section in our Walmart nearby. Then the squirkies all came from books a million, in a smaller section they had. Love them!

And lastly: Plushies!

I have TONS of plushies obviously, but the ones I'd say I "fidget" with are the cats vs pickles and my one aurora palm pal cat! Small and soft and weighted with beans fits every single one of these, and the weight, crunch, and feel are just so nice! I feel as if they're good to collect for me, and once dragon kitty comes out, I plan to find it, and I also kind of want another palm pal sometime too!

🎉AND THAT CONCLUDES MY STIM TOY TOUR!🎉

It was fun to put together, and I love showing my toys as much as I love seeing others', but if you still have questions (or anyone does), feel free to ask about anything here!

#stim toy collection #mine #my collection #stim toy tour #tour #ask answered #ask #answered #fidget toys #stim tools #long post #stim #fidgets

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farieshades · 1 year

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What do you think about the Witchers and their schools?

When talking about the Witchers, I think it best to start at the beginning, before the schools then.

The Order of Witchers was an attempt in the 10th Century (Continent time ofc) to create knights that would take on the monsters regular knights were incapable of fighting, the initial mutations were seen as disappointments and thus labeled "witchers" [can't remember why - who knows - fun name anyway, probably some lore there].

The Order itself didn't last long, those who were initially mutated had lost their 'knightly' values quickly as the Schools began showing up. As it was, of the 'original' order that did exist, Arnaghad moved out to found the School of the Bear in the Amell mountains (which would later split again to create School of the Viper in Tir Tochair Mountains, then again, School of the Manticore near the Korath desert) and when he did so another group moved out to Stygga Castle becoming the School of the Cat (which may possibly lead to a school of the lynx but that's not confirmed and fan hypothesis I do believe due to the medallion that showed up on a… The Witcher 4 game(?) that wasn't recognizable?). From there, the remaining Order split again with Erland of Larvik creating the School of the Griffin/Eagle at Kaer Seren with the last remaining Order heading to Kaer Morhen to found the School of the Wolf.

Not much to speak on here, bullshit kings making their subjects suffer ‘for the greater good’ or some shit which makes me very much not like said kings who think mutating kids is cool.

We're doing this chronologically, so we start with the first branch, The School of the Bear. It should be mentioned that Older Witchers (particularly the ones that were from the time of the branching and just after it or so) call the Bears 'kinslayers', both for the betrayal against their brothers causing the Order to split into factions, but also the rumor that begun to spread that should a Bear meet another on the path only one may potentially walk away from the meeting. Supposedly, the Bears had little to no brotherly bonds with each other and no true loyalty to their school, and so abandoned the school and their brothers to their fate abandoning them.

Arnaghad believed that Witchers should focus only on the job aspect of the profession, forming no strong bonds with their brothers and thus walking the path alone, and any knightly code was all 'ego' based bullshit. Thus, autonomy is a key aspect of Bear Witchers. Along with the general swordfighting, it is believed that Bears once used shields (according to the Gwent Card Game) and are known for range fighting like the School of the Cat.

The Bear school also seems to spend much time in Skellige, despite their 'home' being on the Amell mountain range, which basically is seperating Cintra from the south. The connection between Skellige and the Bear School was that the two were similar minded. The school, like many others, came to a downfall with one particular contract of Vampires with which they failed to 'stop the terrors' and the town 'destroyed' the Bear School Witchers with riots and destroying the school itself.

Now, I’m going to go on and disagree slightly here, not with the background or how it's portrayed or anything but, more so with the animal. Many fics (and headcanons I’ve read) have the Witchers adopting more characteristics of their school (notably ‘cutagens’ = purring wolves/cats, certain habits, hissing Aiden, potential fangs, cat cheek rub (i’ll be honest most of that is wolf/cat thoughts but oh well)), so now let's look at Ursus.

Bears as animals are highly social animals with great intelligence, often sharing friendship, resources, and security with others and forming hierarchy and kinship relationships. This isn't to say, of course, that Bear's aren't solitary, because they are. Outside of mated pairs and raising cubs, bears travel and live alone, but also congregate in high food density areas.

They aren't mean or malicious, and are in fact gentle and tolerant. I'm sure people have heard the term "mama bear" as someone extremely protective of the young, which is very true, but Mother bears are also affectionate and attentive with their young. Bear's have an acute sense of smell that informs them of the environment, their hearing is excellent, far exceeding human range and sensitivity, and they are twice as fast as an Olympic sprinter, even having the chance to outrun a racehorse over short distances (although the speed cannot be kept up, little endurance for speed - only short bursts).

Now, Bears are relatively quiet creatures with notable communication exceptions, such as cubs in distress, a grunting purrwhen content, and when threatened, there is no roar or growl in most of the species but more of a 'huff' of air or a 'pop' of teeth that often scares off predators. Bears also live in dominance hierarcy based on age, size, and tempermant (and if you're interested looking into "The Boss, Banff" might be a good idea), this hierarchy places mature males at the top with youths/cubs at the bottom with their place in the hierarchy determened by posturing/acting agressively, but not by being agressive.

[Bears also range in information due to having 8 species so who knows if we are talking Ursus, Ailuropoda, Melursus, Tremarctos, or Helarctos - but the Information above is mainly focused on Ursus due to the ‘Ursine school gear’ Witchers have in the third game.]

What I’m kinda suggesting then, isn’t a school that has no connection to each other and their brothers, but the opposite. It’s just that it's hard to see it from an outside perspective, especially when compared to Cats and Wolves bears are asocial. Instead, you have Bear School with its members being the strong/silent type but fiercely protective of another, and the reason that Scroll 3 states “Unlike witchers from the Wolf School – who possess strong bonds of friendship and brotherhood – those from the Bear School prefer a solitary lifestyle, away from the company of other witchers. Should they encounter others on the path, however, rarely does it end without bloodshed.” isn’t anger or solitary bullshit, but rough ‘play’.

Bear cub play looks like quiet fighting, with bites and pawings, but even adult bears do not fight with eachother unless absolutely necessary, it's all posturing. So the reason it 'rarely ends without bloodshed’ is that they aren’t Bears bears, but their play still ends with rough tackling, bites, and what they consider playful, looking very much not from the outside view.

Now, some time after the conception of the Bears, Ivar split off with his own band to create The School of the Viper with a main purpose of preparing to take out the Wild Hunt which he believed would threaten the continent in the future due to some weird vision thing. Ivar, it should be noted, gained the moniker "evil-eye" due to an experiment which left one of his eyes able to see various worlds, in which he found the Wild Hunt killing and conqurering world after world, and knowing his world would come to meet them at some point, Ivar dedicated the School of the Viper to learn as much as possible about the Wild Hunt and to how to fight them, leading to the Viper School having one of the best libraries on the subject.

Many years after the conception of the school, Nilfgaard destroys their keep making the students scatter, but years later, Emperor Emhyr sets them up to be kingslayers of a few northern kings in exchange to restore the school (which really, why is anyone going to trust a King/Emperor, Witchers and Rulers don't get along, haven't since the bloody conception of Witchers, but sure, why not, let's trust Emhry var Emreis to stay true to his word?).

Gorthur Gvaed, deep in the Tir Tochair mountians, is where the Viper School calls home, and an interesting thing that Vipers do that is not mentioned in any other School is raising a pet as a child only to kill it later. This is supposed to show a militaristic teachings and a cruelty of the school, likely plucked from WW2 in which the rumoures of SS trainies did the same but with dogs, although it would have been quite impractical due to the amount of trainies and dogs needed, not including that the during the Third Reich dogs were quite popular and protected (unlike, you know, human life I guess). [This is also seen in many other books, such as the Unsullied in ASoIaF (George Martin), and in tv Such as "ragtag" AoS(Marvel)]

Much of this school stressed cold, ruthlessness, and preparing trainies for the harsh life of the Path. They trained with 'fangs' (twin small blades) and used assassin-based approaches to killing monsters (what did hamilton say "strike by night/hit em quick, get out fast" that probably sums it up I'd say). It probably helped that their blades were coated in poison so when they took on human targets a single cut would probably be all that was needed to kill the target, which was also part of their training, to "embraced the poison of the viper”… whatever that was supposed to mean.

Despite all this, they are Vipers, so let's examine that bit further. Viperidae adapt to just about any climate (with the exception of Antarctica, Australia, Arctic circle, and a few islands) and all are venomous. Fitting so far I'd say. Almost all have distinct triangular heads (which interestingly Letho basically has on his head as a scar, not sure where that's from but, cool), due to the fact that their venom glands reside in the mouth. They have keeled scales, vertically elliptical pupils, and camouflage colourings (and I'd definitely love to see Viper Witchers ending up with vertically elliptical pupils, that would be cool... I'm also now thinking about poisonous Witcher bites but that should probably stick to the poisoned 'fang' weapons they carry ). Due to vipers having a kill strategy of 'inject with venom and release - follow to find body' there's definitey no reason as to why certain beasts Witcher Vipers face wouldn't be handled similarily, especially with an unlimited amount of potential coatings for their blades.

The School of the Manticore, also kown as the Alqatil (the Zerrikanian term for 'slayers') lays in the far east. When Ivar Evil-Eye split from the Bears, a large portion followed him, and in this group a faction became known once again. Iwan (later known as Imad Asem) split off again with his own group after doubting/disagreeing with Ivar's views heading to the Korath Desert. Not much is really known about the Manticore school, however, it is known that they do have ties to the Zerrikanian royal court and the Court Mage Nasira Faizan works with them to recreate the mutations. The Manticore School is known for a focus on defense and potions, along with meteoritic steel and silver shields. Most of the school was killed off by 1147 after being wiped out by a fire elemental. Merten, one of the survivors, is known to have been converted to Lebioda's teachings, changing his name to Shavel, and becoming a priest, renouncing his witcher past.

Now, this is about to be conjecture, but I'm sticking with it. Manticore School was named due to the beast they had fought and killed, however, like the other schools, there is likely an animal behind the mutations. Theoretically, they may have stayed with the original Bear mutations to begin with, but I'd like to think they based it off a tiger genome (I also have no idea how witcher mutations work so idk if genome is the right word). This is mainly due to the Caspian Tiger, if we ignore half the media that presents Mantigore with wings and examine the linguistics that also spell Manticore as mantichora / manticora / mantiger((backed by Pausanias and Apollonius of Tyana (through Philostratus' biography of him) - although the understanding of Man + tiger would suggest false etymology of iranian and persian origin so take that with a grain of salt).

If one looks up images of a Caspian tiger, as most feline animals, it has 'a body of a lion' but it also has a distinctive curve of a tail, similar to that of a scorpion (without the spike or the venom), the 'human head and 3 rows of sharp teeth' are also explainable when looking at a tiger I suppose, their heads are rather anthropomorphic for a cat in some ways, and the rows of teeth is fine to assume when you see any feline having lots of sharp teeth and going "by the gods they have so many teeth!" type scenario.

This isn’t exactly what you probably expected when you asked the question, but the Manticores don’t have much knowledge on them.

Unlike many of the other Schools, the best known for not having political neutrality is The School of the Cat. Like the Vipers, they take on human contracts and with more augmented mutations, their School's emotions are heightened rather than suppressed giving a volatile range of expression. Many depict this as feral or mad or likely to explode with little provocation, but I'm thinking otherwise, but we'll get to that later.

This School is one of the original branches from the Order that seperated following Arnaghad's departure which left unrest in the Witchers. At Stygga Castle in Ebbing the Cats emerged as a political power as well as a training facility, and with this power they removed the 'neutrality' understanding that had been with the Order and other Schools, sending out their Cats as spies, assassins, and mercenaries. Later, however, the school fell but was succeeded by the Dyn Marv Caravan which was led by Gezras, a friend of the Aen Seidhe (which really didn't help the popularity of Feline Witchers), and this group traveled togehter for the most part doing any job for pay. Under the leadership of Guxart, the school was slightly rebuilt during the 13th century due to the threat of monsters arising again (I say skipping entirely over the whole Treyse and Wolf thing), although the future is unclear considering the whole… eh, Honorton thing with Gaetan?

"Members of the School of the Cat are ill-famed due to their penchant for frenzy and bloodlust in the heat of battle. Even when their enemies capitulate, beg for mercy... They never stop killing." (Gwent Card Game, also echoed with Harlan Tzara in Season of Storms) This here is, er, interesting. In the canon sourses Cats are shown as becoming unstable under certain scenarios, but then come back to themselves after the event (the books, I believe, mention psychopathy not psychosis, but this feels like short term psychosis due to stressors or, as seen with Gaetan "Where the Cat and Wolf Play" in which Gaetan is set up to fall in a way, though that is my take on that. Interestingly, this 'problem' appears solely with the Cats as a believed symptom of the warped mutations, suggeting the possible counteraction with potions in the bloodstream causing this? Unclear, I'm not a scientist or therapist).

Really, the school is a mess in characterization and @t4tlambert and @pedantic-inquisition have great commentary on this that I stumbled across ages ago and I... remember agreeing and can't remember what was said anymore cause that memory is gone apparently. I'd suggest going to find that for more Cat School thoughts.

Annnyway, the School developed fighting based off speed, precision, and agility, which went hand in hand with their tightrope blindfolded training they went through I assume. It is suggested that the warped mutations and the time with the elves made morals loose and flexible, with the theory that as long as they got paid for the job it was a job worth taking.….

Now our registered break in thoughts to talk about Felines/Cats cause kitty time is important.

Ok, that's kinda a lie cause I'm not about to talk about household cats but wild ones, and their feline cousins. Wild cats are solitary both in their hunts and in their day to day lives, usually with a large territory that is 'theirs' and will be defended by others, especially if there is a mate or cubs. This isn't always the case, as they can form groups for large prey or defending territories from others, and I'm sure Warrior Cats does great at this explanation. Idk. I've never read it but it seems like it would, Warrior Cats has that vibe.

Cats are often very tactile in greetings (especaily households or lions), and they have a behaviour called 'chinning' in which they rub chin/lips/cheeks against allies and friends (something I've read with Aiden/Lambert pairings often). Most cats are ambush predators, from leopards and their watering holes or the orange mess of a cat that stakes out the birdfeeder outside. Felines, wild cats in specific, communicate often with visual cues, such as raised hair, tail movements, and ears, although amongst humans they pick up more vocal cues. In the wild, vocal cues are often aggressive hisses and yowls, affectionate purring, and a form of squeak to make cubs quiet (the vocalizers often also seen in fics, specificlly the hissing, yowling, and purring).

Lions in specific (particularly because I've seen/read "lioness of the cats” before), are highly social cats, forming groups/prides as a way of potentially surviving the savanna landscape and the hunting success of groups rather than singles. Interestingly again, this shows up with Axel/Cedric pairings that 'hunt in a pack' I suppose. This is why out of Tigers, Leopards, and Cheetahs the Lion is being mentioned specifically, as the Tigers and Leopards are solitary cats, and while the cheetah is somewhat social, they often have coalitions of 2 and 3 rather than prides. Like other animals, Lion cubs 'play', which often involves chasing, wrestling, pawing, stalking, and rushing, either with other cubs or adults.

After the Bear, Viper, and Cat schools were founded, the Order grew weaker, but Erland of Larvik decided that he would uphold the original ideal of the Order and with it (and 13 friends) founded The School of the Griffin/Eagle/Gryphon (depending on what you read), with their Keep in Kovir and Poviss named Kaer Seren. The school was named so after Erland's mentor Taliesin Bleddyn Yorath Aep Lywelyn, nicknamed 'Gryphon'. The school focused on magic, being prepared for anything, flexibility in what they might face, along with proper etiquette.

The school held great respect, even so far as to have the grandmasters as partial advisors to courts, even though they retained neutrality. This school was also skilled in battling dragons, which the other schools were, eh, weary of. There of course was a downfall due to Mages being angry with the Witchers (a common theme, angry mages), and this caused a revenge avalanche(?) killing several Witchers and badly damaging the keep itself.

Now, outside of Old Keldar and Coën, we don't have much on Griffin Witchers, so I'm moving on to look at Eagles, cause that is part of the name and, well, why not? So, Eagles... Eagles are often solitary type flyers, well, as much 'solitary' as one could get with a mate and a clutch. Eagles are powerful fliers, with boath soaring and gliding and with distance and speed.... and yeah i don't know much about eagles actually.

Symbolically, and especially in Poland, Eagles are a symbol of the Republic and a symbol that is a fierce protector of the young (and defenseless). During the second WW the Polish flag would be a symbol of pride, determination, and sheer grit. Lots of symbolism goes into it really, not sure what bits show up in the "Eagle/Griffin" Witchers, but on that thought, Griffins themselves were also signs of srength and protection, a 'superhero' against evil in lots of accounts. The Griffin was also heralded as noble, fearsome, and was meant to keep Evil from breaching its territory.

[I'd love to insert a Crane Medallion but I can't find a picture so you have to suffer this owl instead]

Potential conjuncture here, but with unclear Origin, I’m likely to believe that The School of the Crane comes from the Griffin school. Mostly due to the theme of birds, which has absolutely no backing considering we went from Bear > Viper > Tiger/Manticore/Slayer scenario before, but why not you know? The School of the Crane shows up after the Second Conjunction as a way to protect ships traveling around from sea and air monsters, meaning they are trained greatly with ranged weapons and early forms of guns, along with the traditional swords. Now, ok, this group only shows up in Tales from the World of The Witcher, and long after everything happens and stuff, but, well, good thoughts and such. Cranes are also, as the species not the Witcher, known for their elegance and their loyalty, probably very important things in the time frame. Cranes also are graceful, harmony symbols, and a symbol of eternal youth. Not exactly something one might think of as, well, 'pirate style witcher' but, interesting all the same.

Finally, we get to The School of the Wolf. With only a small group remaining of the Order of Witchers, they travelled to Morhen Valley in the North, specifically Kaer Morhen by the 11th century. Originally the keep and the Wolves were one of the most recognized Schools, the members being professional and reliable, but with the Pogrom, all the Witchers present at the Keep were killed (which would have likely been the trainies and the Trainers), while those on the Path survived. A second Massacre happened for the Wolves later on, between a competition/tournament with the Cats in which King Radowit II more or less caused a lot of death he would probably later regret when Monsters returned to his land but he was a fuckwit as most kings seem to be. So, by the 1230s it's basically, maybe the main 4 (Lambert, Eskel, Geralt, Vesemir) and anyone whose just avoiding Kaer Morhen. Then, by 1270~ Kaer morhen falls with the Wild Hunt and Salamandra.

Unlike the other Schools, the Wolves appear most ‘balanced’ in training, there is no speciality that is held above others, they do, however, have a stronger focus on sword techniques from what we as an audience can see, but that also might be from the fact that the Fencing Instructor is the ~current head of the school and the other 3 do trainings that he dictates so, who knows how that changed from pre-pogrom.

Wolves, the animal, are very social as a species. They are playful, devoted to their families/packs, and their dynamics are centered around care for others. [oh... hmm... debating if i'm about to bring in pack dynamics and alphas...yeah ok] Then in pack dynamics, we get to the Alpha leader of wolves, now it should be mentioned the 1947 study by Rudolph Schenkel that gave rise to the alpha wolf concept is outdatted and incorrect, but packs do have what may be considered "Alpha" in terms of breeding. [And Guys I'm lowkey hating myself for this topic. Someone correct me too if this is wrong].

Wolf packs have heads of families, usually matriarchs, with the one producing pups as a leader of sorts (the male of this couple could also be a lead, the two formerly known as 'alpha male/female'). Hierarchy is important for pack structure, with the entire pack raising the young and the 'omega' as a scapegoat of the pack, usually a stress-reliever and instigator of play(the jester role kinda). "Play" for wolves isn't something that really ever stops, unlike in other species, even the elders participate in play. This is also seen as a way of caring for eachother in that knowledge is passed through play.

Then we get to the interesting "lone wolf". From the above, it is easly identifiable that wolves are social creatures, and while a lone wolf is often seen (by humans) as an individualist who is independent and all the grit and 'forging your own path', not many wolves would choose to be alone. There are periods of being alone, especially when a youth is searching to create their own pack as a form of dispersal, or the omega or a sickly alpha who can no longer lead is challenged to the point of leaving. Because wolves are territorial, lone wolves must be cautious about trespassing and without a pack to support them they're more likely to die without one.

Now, in terms of behaviour, there's lots of posturing, snarling to agressive/dominant behaviours while one also can find the purring, and small yips in more playful behaviours.

With unclear origins and muddled links, but there is one more school that gets notable mention after being confirmed roughly back in March this year(2022). The School of the Lynx shows up with The Witcher 4, with not much lore backing it outside of fanfiction. According to fanfiction, the Lynx school shows up after Vesemir’s death, potentially with Lambert and the Cats mixing Wolf/Cat schools into one. However, there’s really nothing to know outside of the medallion really. Whether it will have links to Lambert or the Cat school is a mystery.

Lynx however, as a form of wildcat, share similarities with other felines, but in particular, and what sets them apart, is that their eyes (in myths) could always see the truth and ‘see beyond’. The Lynx is the keeper of secrets, the elusive cat that will only be seen if it wants you to see it. Interestingly, Lynx are excellent snow hunters (and the Lynx medallion in the image is covered in snow 👀) and are solitary hunters that use the similar tactic or wait-chase and also stalking that which is burrowed in the snow. Is any of that ever going to be of use to Witchers that take on this name, who knows, but with the other schools and their animal namesakes, there seems to be a high probability for it.

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