#just got home from work and cannot be bothered to proofread all of this well so. enjoy my Raw Thoughts

[lycandrophile]

i clicked on the original tweet just to see if anyone else felt as weird about it as i did because at this point i’m just tired of seeing people going on and on about trans men dating cishet men who try to convince them not to transition as if it’s a funny joke about a trans man doing something silly and not a manipulative and generally very unhealthy relationship dynamic that can hurt the trans man involved really deeply (as forcing someone back into the closet tends to do.)

did i find anyone else feeling that way? no. there were a few people pointing out that it was weird in general, and plenty saying it’s a weird thing to say about a cis woman, but nothing expressing any sort of concern about the tired stereotype it’s perpetuating.

but you know what i did find? replies like the one in the second screenshot, using the tweet as their chance to tell the world how much they hate trans men and how repulsive they find the idea of ever being compared to us. and replies like the third one, shaming trans men in relationships like that as if the fact that they’ve found themselves in an unhealthy relationship makes them deserving of public shaming, as if their relationship is hurting anyone other than them.

stereotypes like this just feel like yet another way of indirectly calling us stupid little girls who don’t know what’s good for us, and the fact that a picture of a woman is being used (even jokingly!) as an example of what trans men “like that” look like should make the implications of rhetoric like this all the more obvious.

it’s relationships like these that keep us miserable in the closet for so long and drive up our sexual assault rates even more. they’re not funny and if anyone is going to be making jokes about them, it certainly shouldn’t be people who have never been in that situation. if you actually cared about us you’d be looking for ways to support the trans men you know who are in relationships like that instead of hopping on twitter to joke about how stupid they must be.

i don’t care if it’s a joke. if it victim blames trans men for the transphobia we face in our personal relationships, adds to the common idea that we can’t be trusted to make decisions about our own lives, and invites even more blatant transphobia against us by people who unabashedly admit they see all trans men as “disgusting and phony”, it’s not fucking funny.

(i also want to note that the people making these jokes never like to mention that this also happens to trans men in relationships with queer women. they also hate those trans men, of course, and are happy to express that when they get into fights about trans men who date lesbians, but they’ll never talk about it in the context of this particular stereotype. it’s always a man being manipulative in a relationship and pressuring trans men to not transition, as if a woman would never be capable of such a thing.

they also like to conveniently ignore the existence of older trans men who transitioned after already being in a committed relationship with a cishet man and were able to make that relationship work despite their transition, because acknowledging that would require recognizing that trans men can be in seemingly contradictory relationships and genuinely be happy with their partner. who needs nuance when you can simply choose to judge all trans men for our relationships regardless of what they’re actually like?)

do you think they also would call me “a trans man being purposefully misgendered” with this kind of vitriol because i’m still living with parents who don’t recognize my gender instead of moving out before i’m ready to be financially independent? at this point, i’m starting to feel like they might, with the way every decision a trans man ever makes is the subject of a public debate and people have decided that trans men are secretly using being misgendered as a weapon to somehow hurt other trans people.

as a general rule, i’d say the only people who should be making “X looks like a trans man” jokes about literally anyone/anything are trans men, and posts like this show exactly why those jokes being made by anyone else (even by other trans people) just isn’t a good idea.

[aminiatureworld]

Careless Words

Characters: Albedo, Childe, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 4,114

Warnings: Brief depiction of drunken character, swearing

Premise: Words are thrown around so carelessly, phrases, endearments, accusations. But when all is gone and only the words remain it can be difficult to pick up the pieces.

In which the reader and their s/o argue and make up.

Author’s Note: Ended up spending a good two hours on Albedo’s bit alone, wow I got carried away with this. Also I feel so bad for Childe, I’m sorry!

Not proofread cause I ran out of time, will do so tomorrow.

Albedo

“Do you even respect what I do?” Those words kept ringing through your ears, a bitter litany that fueled your anger just as it began to fade. Do you even respect what I do?

Of course you did, you respected him and his work very much, it was one of the first things that had drawn you to him, his inquisitiveness, his eternal questions, his determination to unlock the secrets of the world.

But really could he not do all that in his lab where all of his experiments and equipment belonged?

At first you hadn’t really paid attention, it was just a few plants after all. When you’d asked what they were for Albedo had smiled eagerly, replying that he wanted to see how different plants, especially those infused with elements, reacted to sunlight. You had just smiled then, although you were slightly worried about the mist flower freezing the ground around it. Still, it was a mundane enough experiment, and the plants looked very pretty on the windowsill. Nothing to worry about.

Well evidently that wasn’t quite the case because one experiment morphed into two morphed into five morphed into ten, until there seemed barely enough room to live among the beakers and graduated cylinders, the odd smells emanating from the various petri dishes which now scattered the coffee tables and the dressers.

It was becoming a nuisance, plain and simple. More than a few times you’d managed to almost tip something over, trying to grab a book off a shelf that was crammed with small boxes of various specimen, or almost putting a pot down on a counter covered with vials of whooper-flower nectars. You couldn’t live like this, and though you wanted to let Albedo carry on as uninhibited as possible, it couldn’t go on any longer. You were going to scream.

“Albedo, can we talk?”

“Of course.” Albedo looked up from the microscope he’d managed to cram on the coffee table. You let out a smile that quickly morphed into a grimace, making your way to the couch, careful not to bump into the table.

“Albedo, I love your passion in all that you do, but you really do have to tidy up a bit. I’m sorry I know it’s a bit of an inconvenience, but it’s just becoming a little difficult, you understand?”

“It’s only a few experiments.” Albedo replied, gaze still fixated on whatever he was observing. You felt a twinge of frustration, had he even heard you?

“This is serious Albedo. I don’t want to ruin any of your experiments, but it’s really becoming an impossible situation. We can barely cook for fear of crashing into something, and I’ve started waking up to the smell of fire flowers burning. Can’t you move one or two things into your laboratory?” You tried to keep your tone light, hoping that this time would be more successful. It was very irritating to feel like you weren’t being heard.

“I have an important experiment going on at the lab. It needs space and air. So I’m just moving everything here for the time being.”

“How long is that going to take?” You asked, once again feeling frustration rising up. He couldn’t even look up at you.

“Three weeks or so.”

“Three weeks?” You couldn’t help but let out a cry. “Albedo I’m sorry I cannot live like this for three weeks.”

“Why not.” It wasn’t even a question.

“Please look at me.” You finally said, tone dropping to one that made no attempt to hide your growing irritation. Albedo let out a curt sigh, glancing over at you with a disinterested sort of gaze. “You have to move some of this stuff out Albedo. It would be one thing if it was a week, but three? We can barely live right now, what are we supposed to do for the next three weeks?”

“I don’t know.” Albedo scowled in a dismissive tone. “I think you’re making too much of it.”

“And I think you aren’t listening. Are you even hearing what I’m saying? Even processing the situation? Or are you so focused on that microscope that you can’t see that your partner is besides themselves.”

“You seem fine to me,” Albedo’s tone continued its aloof cadence, “I don’t see why you can’t just wait three weeks. You’re being awfully demanding.”

“I…” for a moment you were speechless, feeling as if you were fighting a losing battle, why was it so much easier for Albedo so say words that meant nothing at all while you were quickly finding yourself losing your cool? “You aren’t listening to me!” You finally managed to get out, knowing by this time you were awfully close to shouting but too frustrated to care.

“And you aren’t listening to me,” Albedo’s tone finally began to inch into something a little more emotional, you weren’t sure why but it gave you a hint of satisfaction, “do you even respect what I do? Or are you too wrapped up in yourself.”

It was like getting punched in the gut.

“Fine.” You stepped away almost knocking into a dresser crammed with empty equipment. For a moment you wondered what you could say that would hurt him so much but quickly gave it up. You were too angry to think straight anyways; right now you just wanted to get out.

“Where are you going?” Albedo’s tone seemed to have shrunk back to its previous range.

You didn’t even respond, not bothering to gather anything up as you made your way to the door. Albedo called out your name once. You responded by slamming the door as hard as you could on your way out.

•

At first Albedo simply went back to his observations, trying to ignore the negative feelings that churned inside him. How dare you, he thought, how dare you take him and his work so lightly. Maybe it was good that you were getting out of the house, Albedo wasn’t sure how long he could’ve lasted until he lapsed into that horrible shrieking as well. “How embarrassing.” He murmured to himself, as if that would drown the unease. Still the fight was new and the emotions were raw. He wasn’t about to ponder the matter anytime soon.

This carefree attitude slipped a bit when you didn’t come home for dinner. Still he simply sighed and went to cook for himself. By now his anger had cooled extensively and he was beginning to feel a bitter sort of regret. Maybe he had been to harsh, though he still wasn’t ready to admit he was wrong. No, you were just being dramatic, and though he should’ve been kinder with you, backing down was absolutely not on the table for him. He cared about his work after all, cared deeply; he couldn’t just stop because it was inconvenient to you. Moving a few vials out of the way Albedo laid out the chopping block. The amount of pasta he’d bought looked comical against the knowledge that he was going to be eating alone tonight.

Dinner was a sad affair. Somehow Albedo had gotten used to cooking with you, your proximity, your easy conversation, the way the one who finished their food first always pushed their chair next to the slower party, usually to lean their head on the other ones shoulder which while not necessarily comfortable was certainly relaxing. It was lonely now, and the loneliness only grew as Albedo lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Tomorrow would be better. Still he lay there, thoughts scattered and hazy. Was he in the wrong? He couldn’t tell. But certainly he was in the wrong now, in the wrong for not being with you like usual, for not reacting when you left, for still being unable to react now.

It was that thought that eventually lulled him to sleep.

Albedo woke up to the most horrible smell. Squinting he sat up, trying to figure out what in the world was going on. The smell was vaguely akin to burning flesh, but it that flesh was also experiencing a bad case of freezer burn. Fighting the urge to gag Albedo stumbled around. Once he got to the living room he groaned. Some ammonia had managed to fall of the shelf and spill onto all the flowers he’d propped on the roof. Crinkling his nose he went to clean it up, but found it took about twenty minutes just to find where he’d put the tools for properly disposing equipment and bio-experiments.

By the time he was done the final shreds of his resolve had utterly dissipated. You were right. You were absolutely right and he absolutely needed to tell you. Barely stopping by the lab to throw the bags of ruined equipment in the trash he sprinted down the streets of Mondstadt. He hoped that he arrived at the Guild in time.

Albedo spied you just as your were getting your commissions handed to you. Calling out he stopped slightly as you turned to look at him with a weary gaze. Clearly you were still upset about the matter, and for a moment Albedo wondered whether or not he should just turn and leave. But he knew that wouldn’t help either. Nothing would help until he apologized, and that was exactly what he was going to you.

“Albedo I-”

“I’m so sorry,” Albedo blurted out, not wanting to give you a chance to misconstrue his actions, “I am truly so sorry my darling. You were absolutely right, and I shouldn’t have dismissed you like that. I am so deeply sorry.”

“Albedo,” you replied, voice sort of quiet in a way that worried him, “I’m very glad to accept your apology for that, I’m sorry for snapping at you, only…”

“Only?”

“Only did you mean what you said when you asked if I even cared? Do you think I am so selfish or so careless. I understand of course that words said in arguments are ones no one really thinks of, but I still want to know.” You glanced away, trailing off and Albedo felt his heart seize and a wave of guilt poured over him.

“Of course not!” Albedo stepped closer to you. “May I?” He opened his arms and you nodded briefly before closing the room between you two.

You buried your face in his shoulder, not wanting to look up. “I’m so sorry my darling,” Albedo whispered, running circles along your back. “I’m so sorry for making you question you and how I saw you like that. You’re right, I wasn’t thinking. I was the one too wrapped up in myself, in my work, and for that I am so deeply sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you mumbled, just happy to be as you’d been before. Arguments were always unpleasant, no matter what, but now it was all said and done and you could be yourselves again.

“Would you like to eat lunch together?” Albedo ventured, smiling when you looked up and gave a soft “yes”. The relief he felt was overwhelming and he vowed next time to be more careful.

One can get over arguments, but words are difficult to take back.

 Childe

Although you disliked the Fatui in a vague, formal sort of way, that hatred had never truly been honed until you’d met Dottore.

At first you weren’t able to pinpoint what it was. Perhaps it was his erratic gaze, his odd smile, the way that he seemed to look at everything as if it was something to dissect – something which made you extremely uncomfortable. But then your dislike was given a proper motive when he and Childe went out one evening and your partner came back so plastered he didn’t seem to know who you were.

“Sorry about that dear.” Childe has laughed the day after, honestly how this man never seemed to have a proper hangover you didn’t know, not that he was drunk around you very often, something you appreciated greatly.

“Just don’t do it again.” You’d replied, frowning slightly. “That Dottore is a bad influence.”

“Awh, he’s not that bad,” Childe grinned, carelessly tossing about a book he had been reading, “not as bad as half the others anyways.”

“Still, be careful,” you commented, “you don’t want this to be a regular thing do you?”

“Aren’t I always careful?” Childe shook off your worry with his characteristic charm. “Besides Dottore’s going to be called back for a report to the Tsaritsa in about two weeks. Might as well make what you can out of his company while it lasts.”

“Perhaps.” You commented, secretly thinking that day couldn’t come close enough. Still it was only once, and you trusted Childe. He didn’t seem to like any of the Fatui anyways. Hopefully that would keep him from the fiasco of knocking down your door at 3:00.

But that didn’t stop him from doing it the next night, or the night after, or the night after. By night five you were absolutely done.

“Childe you have to stop this, you’re going to kill yourself the way you’re drinking.”

“You’re making too much of a fuss my dear,” Childe flitted his hand in the air as if batting away your concern, “if you think this is a lot you should see the sprees people go on in Snezhnaya. Honestly it’s only a little bit of fun, you know how hard it is to relax as a member of the Fatui in Liyue. Drinking buddies are hard to find, especially those who share my skill.”

“It’s more than a little bit of fun. Honestly Childe if I took this week by itself I’d think you were halfway to alcoholism! And I don’t appreciate you dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night, for fear you’d fall down the stairs if I left you and hurt yourself. It’s uncomfortable, seeing you so drunk.”

“Why?” Childe’s tone was still playful, but his eyes were narrowed slightly. Good. At least then he was listening to you.

“Have you ever interacted with a drunk person? Especially a drunk person on their fifth bender that week? It’s uncomfortable whether or not you know them and if you do it’s downright terrifying. Childe, I care about you and your health. And I’m begging you please stop these nights.”

“It’s fine.” Childe’s voice was growing harder by the moment. “I told you I can handle it, why do you have to pester so much?”

“Because I care about you!”

“Well maybe you should care a bit less.”

Childe stood up, making his way to the door. You knew that he was going to the Bank, knew that he was going to be out that night, but you said nothing. For now Childe’s sentence rang through your head. How could something so short be so painful. Shaking your head you moved to get your own equipment. Today was going to be a painful day.

You’d half expected the knock not to come, but sure enough it did. Turning to the clock you groaned inwardly. 3:45. Getting up you made your way to the door. Opening it you nearly slipped as your partner leaned on you. There was vodka on his breath and it made you feel as if you had no air. His words rattled through your head, refusing to leave since you’d first heard them. Maybe you should care a bit less. Fine, you would.

“Comrade?” Childe let out weakly. That was a new one. You made your way to the elevator and shoved him in there, making sure to angle it so he wouldn’t concuss himself.

“Get sober somewhere else.” And with that you slammed the button for the lobby floor, running out as the doors closed behind you. Childe made a strangled cry of protest but you didn’t care. You just wanted to sleep, and to forget. Maybe you should care less. Well why did it hurt to do so?

•

Childe squinted as a few rays of sun hit him square in the face. What was going on? Groaning he moved to reach for some blanket before realizing there was none. Shaking his head and ignoring the pounding headache that glanced right behind his eyelids he looked around. His mind was running as slow as it seemed possible to run but the minute it registered Childe felt himself flooded with embarrassment. A bench.

He was on a bench. Childe, Tartaglia, the Harbinger who had almost sunk Liyue. Said Harbinger was now sleeping on a bench, not because he’d fallen on hard times, not because of any reason that was understandable, but because he’d gotten too drunk to make it home.

No, not quite. Childe reached back into his memory, trying to piece together the night before. He had made it home, to your home, but you’d kicked him out. At first Childe felt a swell of irritation, but slowly but surely his memory caught up and he recalled the argument the morning before. He’d said something, hadn’t he. What was it?

Oh. Oh fuck.

Running back to your apartment he tried to straighten himself up, as if it wasn’t painfully obvious that he wasn’t nursing the worse sort of hangover. Damn he really relied on you. He relied on you and now he’d fucked up and now he needed to apologize.

Unfortunately his brain had only gotten that far so when you opened the door there was a bit of a pause, as he tried to think of what to say, words being drowned out by the pounding in his head.

“What do you want Childe?” You sighed, looking more depressed than anything. Childe felt a twinge of regret, but still the words wouldn’t come, not properly anyways, he must’ve still been a little drunk.

“I’m sorry.” Childe began, figuring that was the best way to go. “I’m sorry. Thank you and I’m sorry.”

“Thank you?” You tilted your head. “Are you sure you aren’t still drunk? I told you to sober up somewhere else.”

“Yes, I know, and I don’t know. But thank you for caring. And for looking after me. And I’m sorry.”

There was another pause, before you sighed.

“Come in.” You gestured, opening the door wider. Childe smiled weakly.

“Thank you.”

“Thank me later. I want to see you straightened up. And I want you to stop drinking like that.”

“I will.” Childe promised, making his way to the bedroom, wanting nothing more than to smash his face into a pillow. “Dottore was bad company anyways. Dear?”

“Yes?” You asked, still feeling a little shy. Perhaps you should’ve been more angry, but arguing always sat with you wrong. As did throwing Childe out.

“Thank you for caring.”

“You already said that.” You pointed out, finally cracking a smile, something that Childe mirrored, seeming somehow relieved.

“I know. But thank you.”

“Thank you for listening then.” You replied closing the blinds as Childe flopped onto the bed, sighing happily. “And thank you for forgiving me for kicking you out.”

“So callous.” Childe muttered, barely hearing your slight laugh as he drifted off to sleep.

 Xiao

You hadn’t wanted to fight, not at all. Your relationship was still so young after all, so raw, but you couldn’t help it. And now, as you watched Xiao disappear into thin air, you felt the sour taste of fear mixed with anger and regret. You’d almost forgotten really, how quickly an adeptus can vanish.

The point of contention had been your commissions. While Xiao said nothing against them verbally, you could tell that your newfound partner was dissatisfied by your constant comings and goings, something made worse by your recent string of long trips. And it had all come to a head when you announced you’d be gone a month, traveling into Inazuma via a covert nautical route – thank you Beidou – before delivering a few papers to the Monstadt embassy, most being passports and travel papers for diplomats who let theirs expire. Xiao had listened to the scheme, glared becoming more and more pronounced as you went on. And when you were done he just shook his head and crossed his arms.

“You aren’t going.”

“What do you mean I’m not going?” You asked, confused.

“You aren’t going. For the love of the Seven, what kind of partner let’s their loved one smuggle themselves into a country with no chance of reprieve if something goes wrong and with no contact for a month? You aren’t going.”

“I’m going whether you like it or not,” you replied, irritation quickly running through your voice, “it’s fine Xiao, many people have done this before. And we need to get those Liyue diplomats home. Honestly, I’m not sure why you aren’t proud of me, proud of what I’m doing.”

“Because you’re putting yourself in needless danger and breaking the law for a few people who I’m sure could do just fine themselves.”

“You can’t just keep me from being an Adventurer Xiao. You can’t keep me from doing my job.”

“I told you it’s because I care about you.”

“No, it’s because you’re putting yourself above the needs of both myself and your own land. Xiao, don’t you care about Liyue?”

“I care about the land,” his voice was like stone, and when you glanced into his eyes for a moment they seemed truly without empathy or care, the gaze of an adeptus who understood nothing of the human world, “humanity can rot.”

“I’m a human,” you pointed out, voice soft. “Don’t you care about me.”

For a moment recognition flitted through Xiao’s expression and he seemed almost regretful. Then his gaze hardened over once more.

“You aren’t going.” And with that he disappeared.

•

It took Xiao approximately ten minutes to regret the entire situation. Being angry for long periods of time wasn’t necessarily an alien emotion to Xiao – sometimes he felt as if he carried anger everywhere he went – but anger at you certainly was, and no sooner had it arrived then it was fading away, replaced instead with a deep sense of shame and guilt.

Why was he so upset? Was it really out of care for you? Yes, he decided, there was that aspect to it. But there was something more, something less noble. He was afraid, he was afraid for you. He was afraid you’d be arrested, or your ship would succumb to the open ocean, or you’d be betrayed, or…

Thoughts fluttered in and out of Xiao’s mind, each one more outlandish than the rest. Behind them said the same thing. He was afraid. You were right, he was afraid.

Did he care about humans? No, Xiao could say that with certainty. Not the way humans cared about each other, the way the humans cared about the adepti, when they thought about them. Xiao hadn’t cared for humans for a very long time. Even the karma that he kept from wreaking the land was exorcised, not because of humans, but because it was his duty. He didn’t care about humans, not really.

But he did care about you. He cared about you and he didn’t want to keep you from what you loved in return. Not like he didn’t know you would go do your mission anyways. You would do your mission and if Xiao wasn’t careful the weeks of cultivating an acquaintanceship, and friendship, and then more would be ruined. And he’d just be left, watching and waiting, wondering if you’d be alright.

Xiao was thankful that you hadn’t left the balcony of the Inn. Appearing before you he reached out to hug you before hesitating.

“You can go.” He murmured, knowing that wasn’t ever a question.

“I’m going.”

“And I’m sorry.”

“I wish you hadn’t disappeared like that.” You frowned, but Xiao shook his head. Was that the worst he’d done?

“No, I’m sorry for saying you couldn’t go. I’m sorry for not caring. I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your brow in a familiar expression and Xiao nodded slightly. Hurrying to embrace him you shook your head, still not over what had just transpired so quickly.

“Your eyes were so cold.” You murmured.

“I’m sorry.” Xiao murmured again, hugging you tightly.

“Don’t be.” You replied. “Just, stay like this a little longer.” Xiao was all to happy to comply.

It was easy to forget Xiao was an adeptus sometimes, that he still had that side of him, those cold eyes, that brusque demeanor. But even if that sometimes threw you off, even if you argued and worried and regretted, it would all be fine in the end.

Because you’d always return to a familiar embrace, and a shared love.

[twistedtranslations]

Cater Diamond - Full of Lies

You can unlock this story by getting Cater’s SSR Scary dress

Big thanks to Rym and Apollo for proofreading!

Translation under the cut

Chapter 1

Main street

/Notification

Cater: Oh? A message on MagiCam? Who would've thought it was that girl! How nostalgic~ The picture those ghosts took at Ramshackle dorm made our college's Halloween event trend -> Jumping onto the bandwagon and posting a lot -> Huge success for Cay's follower-catching strat! So far it's been going well but… Mixed within the comments and DMs of my new followers are a lot of old aquaintances. Even some classmates from middle and elementary school are here.

Cater: "Hey! It's been a while! Oh, would you like to come to our college? Cay welcomes every single one of you! You can always come over to hang at NRC's Halloween event!"

Cater: And now some emoji full of feelings!  (^○^)♪ (ゝω・)☆　d(’ｖ｀*)b

Cater: Everyone is really so casual and easygoing~ Well, it's easier on me, so I'm not complaining.

???: HEY!

Cater: Where did that loud and rowdy voice come from? I've got a bad feeling about this…

Front Gate

Sebek: Humans, don't crowd around the young master! Get out! Leave!

Boy A: Hey, what are you doing, sweptback bro! Don't interfere with our Draconia Challenge.

Boy B: We're putting our lives on the line to show our bravery by uploading a picture of us touching The Malleus!

Boy A: Huh, since when did Malleus disappear?! It's that sweptback bro's fault.

Boy B: Don't be so angry. After all the effort of having a sweptback, let's show the world a huge smile on that face!

Sebek: For humans of your social standing to use the name of the Lord of the esteemed Valley of Thorns in vain…Besides, my hair is swept back like this so I have an unobstructed view to find those like you who behave rudely towards my young master! You shall receive punishment for insulting the Draconia… no, for insulting the young master. My thunder shall shock you all to bits! HAAAAA...

Cater: Okay, stop! I'm part of the Halloween Committee. It's forbidden to fight. Why don't you try talking to this lad if something's up?

Sebek: Don't interrupt me, you frolicking human! I will shock you to bits as well!

Cater: Won't you create a scandal for the Draconia family if you were to harm an ordinary human with magic?

Sebek: W-Well… You're right. Besides, didn't you just say you were part of the Halloween committee? Both the young master and master Lilia are both performing the same duties… They ordered me to listen to the orders of the other committee members. Ok, I shall talk this out.

Cater: Even though you are crossing your arms and puffing your chest out, you are being apologetic right? Anyway, these are our college's precious guests. They have no intention to harm Malleus.

Sebek: These magic-less weaklings were making a spectacle bothering Young Master with a toy. I cannot forgive that!

Cater: Malleus is like super famous, and he's an admirable being, right? So just for this festival, it should be fine to interact with our guests as a little fanservice right?

Sebek: Stop messing around. The young master is a dreadful being who makes everyone kneel and bow down to him. AND THAT'S WHY I WILL NEVER LEAVE HIS SIDE AND PROTECT HIM ALL MY LIFE!

Cater: You're just obsessed!

Boy A: Hey, interfering our Draconia Challenge aside, what are you two squabbling about?

Sebek: Hm? You humans are still here? I told you to leave.

Boy B: Huh? You've got some nerve, talking rudely to us like that!

Cater: Come on guys. Why don't we take some pictures together since it's finally Halloween! We, Heartslabyul are those who rise from the soil in the darkness, the underlings of the night~

Boy A: Wow! Now that you mention it, you do look real good for the camera!

Cater: Cheer up everyone and gather! Let's decide on a pose~~~ Happy Halloween~

¨*shutter noise*

Cater: (Ugh… This is exhausting)

Chapter 2

Classroom

Kalim/Cater/Lilia: *Sigh*… I'm tired….

Cater: This year's Halloween was exhausting. Mainly due to our guests being rowdy..

Kalim: It was fun entertaining the guests, but I was really troubled because Jamil got in a foul mood.

Lilia: Even we, three most gentle boys, have been worn down. The other students must be at the limits of their patience.

Everyone: *Sigh*…

Cater: Now that you say it, by chance all the members of the light music club are also part of the Halloween Committee. Let's have our usual relaxing tea time while also discussing some countermeasures.

Kalim/Lilia: Agreed~

Cater: I got this! Trey's home-made pumpkin pie! It's moderately sweet, so it's my favorite!

Kalim: I have kunafa. It's a cheesecake from the Scalding Sands. It's delicious when it's hot!

Lilia: Oho, these are all sweets befitting of Halloween. As the last one, I have prepared this. Licorice!

Cater: You're always bringing the same thing! You know me and Kalim don't like that.

Kalim: The smell makes my nose shrivel up~

Cater: But you know, since it's black, it does feel like Halloween. Oh, right, let's take a picture together. It's super charming to be in costume and have themed food.

*shutter noise*

Cater: #TheBestHalloween #SelfmadeCostume #HomemadeTreat #LightMusicClub #NRCHalloween

Kalim: The best? Didn't you say you were exhausted earlier, Cater?

Cater: I never said it wasn't exciting and for things like SNS, isn't it better to exaggerate a bit?

Lilia: As expected of you. We live in a period where everyone is connected all around the world. It is most wonderful to spread happiness instead of complaints.

Cater: Oh. The picture I just uploaded got an amazing response! 

*notification*

Cater: Another message from that girl. Was she the kind to keep track of people's activities?

*ringing noise*

Cater: This time it's a call. (How persistent…)

Kalim: Cater, is it from one of your friends? You can pick up if you want.

Cater: Hm~… More like an acquaintance from the past? But it's alright? We're at a very important meeting, after all.

Lilia: We are only eating sweets, taking pictures and uploading them to MagiCam though…

Cater: It's the age of social media where everyone can keep in contact at their own pace, you don't have to go through the pains of having to response in real time to a phone call.

Kalim: Do you have that many people who want to get in touch with you? You're so well connected Cater~

Cater: Well, if you look the amount of aquaintances I have, that might be true? My dad's a banker. The bank he works at has branches all over the world. Therefore, whenever he transferred to a different branch, our entire family would move with him. We moved once every two years, so I kind of feel like a pro at quickly packing things?

Lilia: Commonly said, you are a family who moved a lot for the sake of the breadwinner.

Kalim: So the reason why you have so many friends is because you have travelled around the world since young.

Cater: Yeah, the girl just now said we are friends as well. Having to change schools frequently, I got to meet more people compared to someone staying at one place. From the best to the worst… a lot of people. However, they all had something in common.

Kalim/Lilia: …?

Cater: If I left there, they remained there. That's why I'd rather have a casual and happy time with everyone than to deepen a friendship. It’s like a circus troupe, you know, having fun hanging with people all over the world and then leaving. That's why MagiCam is the best! People from my school from three years ago contacted me out of the blue. My social circle is expanding as well. Cay is getting popular!

Kalim: Even if they're far away, you don't have to hold back you know? I got it! I'll lend you my magic carpet, so you can visit your friends whenever you want.

Cater:… I expected no less of you, Kalim. I'll take you up on that offer next time.

Lilia: I feel like I understand you.

Cater: Hm?

Lilia: The relations between humans are eternal. They are things that cannot be severed. In a new place with no trace of your existence, new relations will continue to be forged. That in itself is nature. However, I think the more precious a relation is, the more lonely it becomes. Why does it feel that way? I have lived a long life but the reason is still unknown to me. But just as Cater said, there may be a perfectly logical explanation for not getting too attached to one person in particular.

Cater: Lilia, what got into you suddenly? What I wanted to say was-

*ringing noise*

Lilia: Hello, this is Lilia speaking? What business do you have?

Cater: He just casually picked up the phone during our conversation.

Lilia: Oh, Sebek. What is it? You are so loud. Right now, I am in a meeting with Cater and Kalim. WHAT?! MALLEUS?!

Kalim/Cater: ?!

Chapter 3

Hall of Mirrors

Silver: Stop pushing. It's forbidden to enter the Hall of Mirrors.

Man A: Huh, really! I came all the way to the Isle of Sages to see Malleus Draconia.

Man B: We are doing the Draconia challenge now! Why can't we enter~

Girl C: He’s inside right! An actual Draconia, the Actual Malleus!

Everyone: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

*Lightning and thunder*

Silver: It's a rare event that Master Malleus is participating in. He also agreed to interact with the guests... For it to come to this... Everyone, it’s better if you leave. You have angered master Malleus.

Man A: I paid a lot of travel expenses, did you know that? This is the price of fame.

Everyone: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

Exterior Hallway

Cater: Did the visitors who wanted that  MagiCam glory end up angering even Malleus himself?

Sebek: Yes. At first he was gentle and calmed me down when I got angry… but a fool grabbed Malleus by the horns and made fun of him by saying "Look! It's a bicycle from the olden days!"

Lilia/Cater: Gh!

Cater: I don't know if they're brave or just reckless. Were the dark clouds and thunder rampaging in the sky above the Hall of Mirrors due to Malleus' anger? You don't think he overblotted, right…?!

Lilia: Do not worry. Using that amount of magic power shall not make him overblot. He is simply irritated. Back when he was young, mountains would be destroyed by his lightning whenever he threw a tantrum.

Cater: Hahaha… that's on a totally different level. I guess it was a good idea to have Kalim fetch the professors.

Sebek: Upperclassman Vil noticed something was up and isolated the young master. He also casted a defensive spell so the tourists wouldn't be harmed. And it seemed that Upperclassman Jade is persuading the angry young master with some unique methods... Even so, those humans who can't seem to understand the gravity of the situation keep stirring up the young master, they're uncontrollable.

Lilia: This means we must use our last resort. We must put in effort to suppress the onlookers and avoid the worst situation.

Cater: Wait a second, Lilia. I thought of something. It's not like people there dislike Malleus or anything. Despite that, it doesn't mean that they like Malleus as well... They're just interested in trends. Just like my old acquaintances.

Lilia: ?

Cater: First, I'll take a picture of Lilia, who's wearing the same clothes as Malleus!

*shutter noise*

Cater: Next we use something catered to influencers. We'll elongate Lilia's picture with a photo editing app!

*swiping on phone*

Cater: Now we just add some text to finish it up. And then upload a cropped version to MagiCam!!

*Phone SFX*

Cater: #AWildMalleusAppeared #DraconiaChallenge #UnexpectedlyAtSportsGround #NRCHalloween

*Phone SFX*

Hall of Mirrors

Man A: H-Hey. Look at the Draconia challenge tag.

Man B: It seems he's at the Sports Ground now. As expected of Malleus. He's much faster than we are!

Girl C: Okay. Everyone, let's move!

Everyone: YEAH!

Silver: What happened? Master Malleus should still be in the Hall of Mirrors.

Cater: Fu. With this, I hope the storm has passed…?

Vil: Good grief. Accidents are an unavoidable part of stage plays. Letting yourself get influenced by the guests is so amateurish. My work here is done. I will return to the dorm to straighten up my appearance.

Jade: My, that was a close call. Malleus is extremely powerful. I persuaded him to the best of my abilites, trying to get him to understand. But there was no one to turn to if it had failed. Well then, I will also return to my station. I wish everyone a wonderful Halloween.

Malleus: I caused many disturbances between different racial groups during a mere school event. I should restrain myself more…

Sebek: The young master has done nothing wrong! It was the fault of those inferior humans!

Silver: The young master told us to avoid hostility between fae and humans. Why are you getting more hostile?

Sebek: WHAT DID YOU SAY SILVER!

Lilia: Malleus. Did you forget our promise from long ago? Call for us when the tranquility in your mind is disturbed.  Even if we are not related by blood, we are still a family. Got it?

Malleus: Lilia… My apologies. To everyone.

Everyone: …

Cater: ….Family…huh.

Flashback

Lilia: But just as Cater said, there may be a perfectly logical explanation for not getting too attached to one person in particular.

Flashback ends

Cater: (That was full of lies. For a guy who grew up and lived in the same place, he never had to deal with rebuilding relations over and over…He would never understand my worthless and meaningless feelings.)

*ringing*

Cater: Hello, Trey. What's up? Huh? Are we doing our rehearsal for our night show at the stamp rally now? And Deuce, who is also part of the Halloween Committee, was at his wit's end due to the lack of manpower. So Ace is helping him out? Darn, Ace is definitely going to extort me for a favor later!

Cater: Argh! And is Riddle on the verge of a rampage? I'll be back soon, Trey. Please calm him down! I am currently at the site of the biggest crisis yet of this Halloween Week! No, for real! I'm not lying. That's why you don't have to be so cold to me, 'kay? URGH, TREY, YOU'RE SO CRUEL!

Cater: Now that Diasomnia's turmoil has settled, let's change the mood and continue on with work. In any case, we’ll still separate after the fourth year… It would be different if I repeated a year though. Anyway, I should just enjoy the moment to my heart's content! I'll surprise everyone with this charming skeleton costume! I'll show them what I'm capable of!

Cater: Happy Halloween!

[barzzal]

close to you

summary: there’s nothing more excruciating than to lose someone you’ve never imagined losing. but what happens when they’ve already left right before you can even acknowledge them leaving? mathew is yet to find out.

↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you

↳ warnings: falling out and break ups 

↳ genre: angst.

↳ length: imagine; 1.3k

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: close to you by rihanna (listen to this it’s all that there is really)

note: unsolicited barzy angst fic because i was sad and listening to rihanna, (plus you guys know how much i love angst) this is totally unplanned and written in the past hour so im sorry if there’s sum typos bc i didn’t proofread this :<< hope u still like!! feedbacks are very much appreciated! <3

You were slipping away and he knew it. 

Mathew’s mind was running wild. His thoughts were coming in one after another and no matter how hard he tried to shut it out of his head — there it was again. 

The cyclical pattern of his seemingly endless misery. 

The thought of losing you. 

Days with you were spent either in total silence, eating lunch with the television on in the hopes of drowning out the numbing noise that was now in every corner of the home you have built with Mathew; or you know, the mandatory screaming match you indulge yourselves with even over the smallest of things.

Things only escalated the more you try to talk about it. Neither of you really knew how and when it started. And neither felt the need to say a word.

All that you and Mathew did was to watch your years crumble before your own eyes. Years that got shattered with each night spent in an ice cold bed, backs facing each other, not bothering to say a word.

“What happened to us?” his voice crisp and clear even when whispering.

You feel his gaze and you begin to resent yourself for staying up so late. You see him in the corner of your eye, patiently waiting — silently pleading that you’d look his way. 

You didn’t. 

Instead, you close the book you were reading and take your glasses off. You sigh just as you put it on the bedside table. Mat does nothing but watch you silently, all whilst ignoring his chest growing all the more heavy each time you push him away. 

You turn to him, still not meeting his eyes before you turn your night light off. You answer with a meek reply, “I’m tired, Mat.” 

“Y/N.” he calls you once but it seems like it’s been hundreds of times for him. He wanted nothing else but to reach out to you — to hold you. Maybe then he’d feel less insecure. Maybe then he’d feel less afraid of facing the fact that you’re slowly fading away farther off his reach. 

He knows you heard him but he doesn’t get a reply. And you know he’d be grateful to take on crumbs you’d be willing enough to spare. However, just like the other times he’s tried, your mind numbing quietude was all he had to hold onto. 

You try to drift away faster into sleep for you did not want to spend the night hearing him pick out on almost every meaningless thing you’ve done for the past couple of weeks. You were just tired. Insanely tired. And Mat had very little, perhaps almost nothing to do with it. You were lost.

“Do you still love me?” you hear a catch in his throat that instantly tugged strings in your chest. 

You fall silent, finding it hard to voice the words Mat had wanted to hear. 

Do you still love him?

You didn’t know. 

“Baby, please talk to me.” he pleads the longer he basks in your silence. Silence that Mat knew well enough to mean just one thing. 

“Please.”

Finally, as if it was the nearest he’s gotten to a win, he sees you shift, turning to face him. 

To say the least, you weren’t sure of how you feel towards Mathew. Being with him through all these years have been good, yes — but days weren’t always sunshine. It wasn’t always a calming afternoon walk holding each other’s hands, swaying it in the air, whilst you listen to birds chirping beautifully all year ‘round. Being with Mat came with its own sacrifices. Ones you cannot point out no matter how hard you tried and ones that just made him so hard to love. 

“I’m sorry.” you murmur. You avert his gaze, keeping your eyes low on the sheets you’ve once shared wrapped around your naked bodies in search of warmth in each other’s embrace. 

You never left Mat’s eyes because leaving you was the last thing he wanted to do. He hesitates to take a few strands that went astray to your face just so he could tuck it behind your ears like he always does. When you lean closer, nudging him to do just that, he feels a kindling fire in his chest. An all too familiar feeling he has deeply missed. 

His touch did not make you want to pull away nor did it burn you like it used to. A sad smile creeps up his lips once you finally take the leap and look in his eyes. 

“I know you are,” he says, clearing his throat. “And it’s okay. I understand.”

Mat wanted to. He truly does. He wanted to be selfish and just think about his own good. Letting you go wasn’t something he pictured doing because he knows that you know it has never crossed his mind. 

Mat wanted to do everything against what willed his heart. But he knew too that letting you keep him at bay just to spare his feelings would do more damage than it could fix and he just couldn’t afford having to lose you twice. He could barely walk through this conversation now. Therefore he’s certainly sure he wouldn’t be able to handle losing you more than once.

“I think I need to figure out some things on my own.” you tell him earnestly. A thing that you’ve wanted to let out ever since coming home to Mathew felt more work than it’s worth. 

“Are you gonna be gone for long?” he asks, voice thick and impending to break at any moment.

“I don’t know.” you answer with candor, an apologetic tone masking your words.

Nonetheless, no matter how much you did not want to spend the night breaking Mathew’s heart, he lets you rip one final bandage — exposing a long overdue wound that was without a doubt far from healing, “I won’t really know unless I try, right?”

“Okay.” he smiles, eyes softer than it ever was.

“I’ll be exactly where you left me.” 

The night grows deeper as the two of you sink in what seems to be the hardest falling-out you’ve yet to go through. A break up that would definitely stick around Mathew’s end for he has never loved someone as much as he loved you. Perhaps, even more to put himself in the most selfless position he would willingly let himself into. 

“What do we do now?” you ask, your voice low and on the brink of letting out a thick sob. 

Mat takes your hand and entwines it with his. He holds you tight. He lets his forehead rest on yours, breathing out the pain that’s successfully wrenched his heart in seconds. 

He pulls himself closer to you — pouring all he has left to give. Slowly, as he finally let himself pull away, he says, “We sleep.” 

No matter how much you wanted to say your piece, you just could not find the words that fit. And so, you do the sanest thing you could give him, leaning closer to every bit of his touch as if the clock had only started ticking. 

You see Mathew’s eyes glisten from the moonlight shining from across the room. If only you knew how bad you’re going to miss it. If only you’d appreciated it while you had the chance. If only you knew that the last thing Mat wanted was to see you right before he closed his eyes. 

“Good night, y/n.” he says, still holding your hand close to his chest.

God, if you had only known those eyes will be gone the moment you open yours, you would’ve held onto his hand a bit longer. Long enough before he emptied his closet the morning after. Long enough before he had the chance to wipe out every single trace he’s left your apartment. Perhaps even long enough for you to change your mind.

[littlefreya]

Good Girl

gif credit amancanfly

Synopsis: Henry is at the gym testing the new Glute Drive while his longing wife drops by to visit and decides to play a little wicked game of teasing. 

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Word count: 4.2K

Warnings: Explicit, this is basically ALL smut. Slight SubMale / DomFem then a lot of DomMale / SubFem, dry humping, cock teasing, dangerous driving, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink (I am all the kinks today), unprotected sex and bodily fluids!

A/N: Okay so this fic was born out of the UNHOLY union between this thread and the video of Henry going “good boy” at Kal. Many thanks to my darling @agniavateira​ for helping me proofread this!

Title: Good Girl

There he is, my bear of a man. His sculpted, wide body plastered to some medieval-looking torture device. Strong, large arms hang onto the handles, muscles flexing. Slick with sweet sweat, he thrusts his hips up and down while grunting with effort.

Who the hell came up with this air-fucking machine?

I walk through the deserted mirrored room, my black painted nails scratching the glass as I draw closer toward Henry. Gyms tend to be freezing, and I’m not properly dressed for a workout session with my mini plaid skirt and a dark grey t-shirt. But his arduous gasps fill the chilled space enough to make things a little warmer. 

“What are you doing here, little one?” Henry finally asks, pausing his thrusts for a moment as he spots my cattish moves toward him.

I observe silently as I inch closer. he has his waist strapped to a bench, heavy weights of 80kg are on each side of his body while he lifts upward and presses his behind back down. A sheer layer of sweat covers him entirely, his skin glistening in the fluorescent’s light. His favourite blue top is soaked.

“I came home from the studio and my hubby wasn’t there.” I pout, standing right at the edge of the bench where his feet are pressed for support.

He pouts back at me, genuine care on his face. My darling bear might have the endurance of a large predator, but his heart is all strawberry marshmallow when it comes to his lady. He hates to spend time apart. Whenever our schedules collide it’s all about Face-timing and sending nudes. 

Honestly? I care less than he does about this shit ever getting leaked. I even keep some steamy under-the-cover selfies so I’ll have something to work with when either of us is away.

But what I hate the most, is having him here yet he’s absent. The Pre-production shenanigans have him preparing for his next role, which usually means working himself at the gym to the point of collapsing, just so he could look like some demi-god. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind him having a little body fat. That’s why I bake him pizza every weekend. What his gym coach doesn’t know, can’t hurt him.  

“I’ll be done in 10 minutes, darling.” he answers and continues to slowly push down and up again, releasing a pained grunt and clenching his teeth. “Just…  two… more… sets.”

“I don’t want to wait.” I alert him, circling the machine carefully to not get in his way. I appreciate the hard work and stamina, but I am quite tired of having the downside of the deal. Every day for the last 2 weeks I received an exhausted Cavill with aching, strained muscles. The most action I got was massaging his muscles in the bathtub which might sound romantic if not for him snoring 3 minutes in.   

“Ten minutes,” he mentions again. He’s out of breath as he ascends and then lowers once more, the weights pressuring his body down while the bands create a resistance. 

No way in hell someone came up with this device and didn’t think this is a sex thing. I see my bear thrusting his hips upward like this and only one thing goes through my mind. 

Oh, how I need to be on top of this mountain of a man.

I cannot help myself, nor can I hide the malicious grin forming on my mouth. I lift my leg carefully, hovering it in the air above him. I cage him between my straddled legs whilst giving him my best dominatrix glare. Henry raises his eyes to meet mine, looking dumbfounded. 

“What are you doing, darling? You’ll hurt yourself.”

Oh, sweet summer child. 

I sway my hips in a slow dance, with the thrust of his body and his heavy breaths as the music I’m dancing to. The arousal in his eyes is evident within seconds. His lips part away slowly, his beautiful blue eyes begin to cloud, and his adam’s apple slides upward in his throat as he swallows.

“At home.”

“Here.” I ignore his request lowering myself slowly and carefully to squat over his groin. He’s not hard, yet.

Henry releases a deep loud grunt. Usually, I am weightless for him, but right now I’m adding to already 160kg of weights. Well, he is the type of guy who likes to push his limits and I am the type of girl who likes to test boundaries. 

“Don’t,” Henry protests, another grunt escaping his lips. I stretch myself, my ass pressing back, my groin rubbing against the tender muscle that begins hardening between my legs. I can feel the rush of blood, making him throb and grow vast between my legs.

“Don’t do what?” I press my teeth against the lushness of my lower lip viciously, beginning to grind against the hardness in slow circular motions. “Don’t you have two more sets?”

He clenches his teeth, his hands tightening around the handles so harshly his knuckles whiten. With great effort he lifts up, succumbing to my wickedness. His erected cock is concealed underneath his clothes, yet I press and dance onto it, making blissful moans as the friction has me singing that sweet familiar tune.

When he pulls down I dive with him, feeling the exhale of his body and the dancing twitch of muscles. I greatly anticipate the next push upward, my hands reaching to squeeze my breasts together. My panties are now soaked with moisture as I press and rub, bringing myself closer.

When he lifts again, his thrust is a wee bit faster. He’s either getting used to my weight on his groin, or the adrenaline of the beast that I’ve been teasing allows him to push higher. He angles his hips into mine, serving my need, and gives me the friction I demand. His eyes meet mine and pure darkness devours me within them. 

I am in so much fucking trouble, but it’s so worth it. 

“Oh Henry, you’re making me so wet.” 

I moan his name, rubbing myself on his cock at a demanding speed while he lifts up and down. My clit tingles, swollen against his enormous bulge as that familiar wave begins to spread. He’s so hard, so painfully swollen, and so incapable of getting any release while I ride him into a powerful orgasm.

I clutch his thighs, desperate gasps spiralling out my mouth as the pleasure continues to hit my core. My nails dig deep into the hardened flesh but I can’t be bothered.

“Oh god…” I throw my head backwards, trying to adjust my breath while my legs are shaking around his wide waist. There’s still a throbbing hardness against my burning core, the angry drumming of blood pulsating against my opening. 

I’m tempted to take my phone and capture his looks in my camera. But I’m in too much trouble as it is. Henry is drenched in sweat, upset in ways I’ve never seen in my life. He's done with his workout for today,  no doubt about that.

“Are you done?” he asks me with a frown. 

I lick my lips and lift myself up, knees nearly giving up as my legs are still numb from the intensity of pleasure. I let out a provoking giggle, putting my finger between my teeth, knowing he likes that gesture. This is my favourite battle, control. He enjoys superiority with his physical power, but every now and then I sweep the rug beneath his feet. And though he loves it when I am his good girl, sprawling and letting him take what he wants, when I am bad, the beast is willing to split my ass in half.

Guess I won this round. 

Henry unbuckles the harness from his waist as I step back. He takes the towel from the bench and wipes his face. My eyes fixate on the still hard swelling in his nether area. I could offer to take care of it for him, but I am not feeling this generous right now. Better keep his stamina for home, so I can actually get me a proper shag in a nice, clean bed with a nice, clean husband that doesn’t smell like an entire rugby team.

“Go wait in the reception.” he demands, his tone anything but sweet right now. 

“Don’t take too long.” I demand in return as I turn around, flipping back my hair and letting it slide down my ass. I can hear his frustrated groan behind me, just before I leave the room. It makes me lose myself in a burst of chuckles. 

~*~

Henry meets me downstairs, a serious expression on his face. His gaze doesn’t meet mine, letting me know that unlike myself, he is vastly unamused. He takes my wrist in his big hand and leads me outside while smiling to bid bored receptionist goodbye. 

I am forced to follow his large strides. Being a tall man, every step of his is equal to three small ones of mine. Even though it seems like his “problem” subsided, he’s not exactly interested in waiting.

He’d always be tender in his behaviour towards me, a respectful gentleman who knows how to treat women. Sure, he can rearrange a guy’s skull, but he never raised his voice at me. He’d take a walk outside the house and then return to so we can have a talk like adults. 

But this is not a fight. This is but our favourite little war. Ongoing from the day we met.

I notice that we are not going to the car. Instead, he leads me to a narrow, dark space between two buildings. I can smell the damp sidewalk, the scent of earlier rain filling my nose. This spot is anything but romantic or erotic, with street cats screeching at the back and the sounds of trash cans being hit as they bounce on top of the lids.

Finally, he towers above me. His hand lets go of mine and hold it open in front of me with a demanding look in his eyes.

“Take off your panties.” 

I let out a bemused laugh, dry and short as I am uncertain of his odd demand. But he holds out his hand at the stern request, motioning for me to do as I’m told. 

“Here?!” I ask, looking around to see if there is anyone who might be a voyeur on our little engagement. The last thing I need is our agents scolding us again for photos of us being inappropriate in public places. Gretchen swears we make these mess on purpose. We kinda do, because we can’t keep away from one another.

“You want another one of your fancy pairs turned into rubbish?” he threatens.

I comply, breathing out like a brat and leaning down to take off my underwear for him. I place it in his hand and move back against the wall, anticipating his next move. I guess “Cavill and wife caught doing cardio after the gym!” could be a funny headline, better than the one at the hotel at the Academy Awards.

Henry folds the small material in his hand, holding it in his fist as if it’s something he can actually squeeze, before shoving it into his pocket. He grabs something else in exchange. I hear the chink of his car keys, dangling between his fingers as he offers them to me.

“You drive.”

There are no explanations, nor can I make anything of his behaviour. My man is willed with the control of his emotions. To outburst is to be weak, I am keen on that, my own terrible flaw. It only pisses me off more to see him keeping himself so relaxed while I am always the one who sees fire. 

I follow his order, walking after him silently as he leads me to where he parked the car. Having no underwear beneath my short skirt is anything but convenient right now, especially when I have to enter the vehicle and crouch down. 

I try fixing my skirt to cover myself, feeling the leather of the seat beneath my ass and other regions while Henry begins messing with the music player. I can see the small smirk at the corner of his lip, it’s evident that he’s having himself a good time knowing how uncomfortable I am at this very moment.

I roll my eyes at him and try closing my knees together as much as I can while stepping my foot on the gas.

He puts on Queens of the Stone Age and takes the passenger seat back, remembering he needs more legroom than I usually require. His head turns to face me, his lips sucked into his mouth in a cunning gesture.

“Had yourself a good time?” 

His hand reaches toward my knee, grazing at the bone with featherlike movements. It tickles, I am forced to move my knee from him involuntarily, but he keeps it in place, resting his entire large hand on my kneecap.

“I’m driving…” I warn him, keeping my hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road.  

I can tell he is smirking wickedly, his eyes staring at the road ahead of us carefully and then back at me. His fingers make their way up my thigh, snakelike on my bare skin. His palm is large and warm, pressing onto my inner thigh while his thumb draws invisible circles on my skin.

“Henry…” I warn again, feeling cool air blowing against my lips as he forces my legs to part wider for him. “You’ll get us killed!”

“Then focus on the road.” he commands, licking his lips. His fingers meet my wetness in a touch so tender it’s almost a phantasm, yet still there, undoubtedly making me swallow a sigh and squirm slightly in my seat. It’s as if he is testing the water first, a slight brush before plunging in and damn if he doesn’t push into me with his fingers, pressing three of his large digits to massage my heat. 

“Fuck!” 

I am fighting to keep my eyes open, my hands clutching at the steering wheel while my left foot kicks at the floor. 

“Maybe we should stop.” I suggest, nearly pleading. 

“Keep driving, we’re almost home.” he answers, sounding relaxed. The amused grin has vanished from his face, replaced with the severeness of pride and triumph.

He strokes my cunt between his fingers in a tight grip, his fingers running up and down, playing with my wetness, smearing it across his hand before plunging two of his knuckles inside me as we stop at a red light. I am very much aware that other drivers might see us, so does he, but he seems to care very little if anyone spots him pleasing his wife. 

“Aww…” he mocks me, hearing the helpless cry that pushes out of my throat. “You shouldn’t have been such a bad little girl.” he teases some more, his fingers now plunging in and out with excitement. I allow myself to grind at the surface of his palm to achieve more friction at the base of my clit so maybe we can finish this quickly before the light is green.

But he’s the one in charge of my satisfaction now. He holds his hand further, so I will have none of it and keeps the stimulation only at the rim of my cunt, his fingers circling my entrance. 

“Too bad you had to tease me like that.” he murmurs in his low voice, his fingers slowly withdrawing and only his thumb grants my clit with a small tender brush.

 “Now you’ll have to wait, and be a good girl for daddy.”     

I let out another cry, arching toward the wheel and biting on my lips. It's not out of pleasure, but out of torturous frustration as he withdraws completely. I give him a quick, infuriated stare, seeing how he sucks his fingers victoriously, enjoying every single drop of his sweet win.

Feeling slick between my thighs, I press slightly harder on the gas pedal, trying to get us home faster. Henry pumps the volume of the music player higher.

Watch you come from above

I'm so needy for love, I'm desperate,

Greedy in slavery I sneak around from behind I got a one track mind We got a skin on skin thing baby I want to lick you too much I hear you comin ooh aaaah baby 

~*~

The moment we enter the house I lock the door and try to make my move but he has his hand on my throat in less than a second, squeezing not too tight, but tight enough to make a point. His blue eyes scan my face, his soft tongue slithering across the freckle of his lower lip with arousal. 

“Get on your knees, little one. You’re not off the hook yet.” 

I gasp at his fierceness, weak against his charisma and beauty. I stroke his face, still sticky with sweat from earlier, my fingers are gently smoothing against the stubbles on his high cheekbones and at the dimple of his chin. 

“Please, daddy, just fuck me already,” I bargain. 

“I’m wet and ready for you.”

“On your knees.” he repeats himself, his lips twitching to a small grin as he sees my defeat. His hand slightly releases my neck, his fingers pet my chin and jaw and finally entangle in my hair as I fall to my knees slowly, levelling myself at the height of his groin. His hand strokes my head lovingly, pressing my chin against his growing arousal as I look up to him with fake innocence.  

“Are you gonna be good now?” he asks, his fingers twirling around my long hair lovingly. 

“Yes, daddy.” I nod, waiting to have his cock in me, in any part of me. I want to touch myself so badly, my pussy throbs with desperate eagerness to be stuffed by his huge cock. . 

“I want to see you crawl on fours and wait for me in the living room, babygirl.” he growls at me while discarding his blue top on the wooden floor, exposing his thick hairy chest. 

“I want to look at your cunt as you move for me before I’ll destroy it. You’ve been such a nasty girl today.” 

I shiver at his words, a shrill of air kicks out of my lungs at once. My toughness is down to non-existing. I let him have it, I let him have it all. I crawl on my knees and palms like a cat in heat, my ass exposed for him. My cunt drips with primal desire to be conquered by this menacing alpha. I stop for a moment and then look behind me. I see him kicking off his shoes, his sweats slipping down his thick thighs along with his briefs before he continues to follow me, holding his erection in his hand, massaging the base of his cock while looking at me to open wide for him.

I reach the furry white IKEA carpet in our living room and wait for him, still on all fours. His heavy footsteps make the wood creak beneath his weight which alerts me that he’s close. The heat of his body is near. I feel the aura of his body as he falls down to his knees carefully behind me. 

His hands smooth against the curve of my ass, appreciating my shape to the point of worshipping my flesh. He takes the time to study again what he knows better than I do, trailing up to lift my skirt until it’s hiked around my belly. He then pushes my shirt, prompting me to take it off. Not an easy task to perform on all four limbs.

For one lingering moment, his hands roam across my body, massaging my muscles, pinching my nipples between his fingers. I moan beneath his large hands as he coaxes me into being his little plaything, succumbing to his will. Possessive fingers grip my shoulder and in a sudden movement, I’m pressed with my back down while Henry pushes my legs apart with his knees. 

“I just love to look at your face when I fuck you, babygirl.” he explains, his hands pulling my legs violently against his hips to position me as he desires. That way, we can both enjoy the show of his cock slipping in and out of my slit.

I squirm beneath him, my hands reaching for his chest to stroke at the thick dark hair and hardened pecs. “Please, fuck me.” I beg to the point of whining as I look at his sturdy cock, admiring every vein and ridge that decorates his impressive size. Henry takes himself and begins to tease my entrance, making teasing groaning voices while I plea so weakly. 

But that’s only to prepare me for his brutal invasion. He lets out a loud husky shout as he pushes in, penetrating me with such vulgarness, it takes the air out of my lungs. I am split in half, feeling how my body stretches immediately to bind itself to him. 

My narrow slit tries to remain resilient while Henry keeps himself nested between my lush folds, a groan of pure pleasure vibrates through his glorious chest before he takes my jaw in his great hand and makes me look at him to see the sin in his eyes.

“Good girl…”  he calls out in his deep low voice, pulling himself out slowly and then slamming back inside me in with a slippery wet slap. I gasp, my entire body shuddering in his veiny arms. 

“Good girl.” He speaks again, letting the words roll and linger on his tongue.

His rhythm is somewhere between torturous to divine. When he pulls away he does it ever so slowly, watching with perverse fascination his own cock as it slides out my narrow entrance just before he slams back in. Henry promised that he will destroy me; he never breaks a promise. I already feel how my muscles are thrown into a paradox, trying to resist him yet have him deeper and deeper with each one of his amazing thrusts.  

“Look at how you take me,” he calls in a guttural voice, urging me to look at our union. “You have such a tight succulent cunt, baby.” 

It feels almost too sinful to stare, my entire existence shivers at the sight. His big beautiful cock enters me, slick with my juices as he increases the pace. I’m petite but with him inside I’m forced to expand, my body stealing his shape, embracing him with devotion, wanting him to be like this forever.

His wide thighs are placed right beneath my legs, his right hand silks its way down my hip and grips me roughly as he pounds me in increasing speed. With one hand still on my jaw, he presses his fingers to my mouth where I suck and bite at him. He always wants me to look at him, loves it when I’m hopeless beneath him when my mouth cries for him while he stuffs me with his cock, over and over again. 

I squirm to meet his pelvis. He fucks me so raw that no actual words come out of my mouth but the mewls of a small, helpless animal instead. Being hunted for sport rather than eating. I grind my clit against his pubic bone to elicit more delightful friction, getting me closer and closer. But I’m stealing control and he’ll have none of that right now. 

He shoves us down, pinning my hands against each side of my head while his groin is holding me down to the surface in complete captivity. I am hurting for a mere moment as he shoves too forcefully. His apology is a deep passionate kiss which he is forced to break as we both gasp for air with every merciless push of his loins into mine. 

“Fuck babygirl!” He leans his forehead against mine, a feral gaze in his eyes. I lock my legs around his waist, my body losing every grip it ever had on control as the warmth begins to throb at the base of my cunt, spreading from my womb towards every nerve until I feel nothing but love flowing through my body.

I pant in awe, my voice adding to his deep growls and husky gasps which only become louder as his orgasm looms closer with the tightness of my cunt around his swelling cock. It sucks him harder, demanding his release, milking him of his offering until he shudders through me and yells out my name. 

The gush of warmth that spills inside me is my second favorite thing in the world. I moan with sweet delight as his cream coats me inside.

“I love you so much.” he whispers, holding me in his protective embrace as if to apologize for fucking me so hard.

I’d imagine that after such a long time together he’d already figure it out that I’m the one provoking it.

“What’s the name of that device again?.. the one I was…”

“Glute drive.”

“Glute drive, yeah, we’ll do that again soon…” I suggest, nibbling at his ear playfully while he remains on top of me.

~*~

Song lyrics are by Queens of the Stone Age - Skin on Skin

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Healthy Competition***

Regé-Jean Page x Reader x Trevor Noah

Warning: Cursing. SMUT. Threesome. NSFW AT ALL. DP. Oral.

Words: 5k

Summary: Non-Covid world. End of Summary.

Note: I cannot be stopped. This is my first dip into either of these two on here. I tried to talk myself out of this, but I have no self-control. This is probably an acquired taste, but fuck it, I wrote this for my sanity.

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 “A toast to Regé, our good friend who we’re out celebrating tonight. Every guy should hide their girlfriends tonight because Mr. Steal your girl has arrived,” Trevor teased.

 Regé snorted and dropped his head back, laughing at his friend of almost ten years. He was absolutely ridiculous.

“Mate, you think you’re hilarious, don’t you?”

 Trevor shrugged, “I mean, I am the comedian here, so--.”

 He shook his head. “You’re not a very good one,” he teased back.

 “Well, your tastes are slightly askew than the rest of the world. You are British after all,” Trevor quipped, making him and their shared friends bust out laughing.

 “Oh, shut up. You’re the only one who has a problem with me being British, though we all know my Zimbabwean side would outperform your watered-down South African any day. The ladies prefer full strength over all else,” he slid home.

 Trevor laughed loudly, slinking to the side as he snickered. He knew he had him but knew Trevor would have some comeback. This was their usual banter.

 “Why do I smell a wager coming on? I feel like you’re saying you can get any woman in here to choose you over me.”

 He knocked back his drink with a smile. “Maybe I am saying it.”

 He watched Trevor gulp down his drink as their friends looked at each other with a cautious eye.

 “All right, enough. Y'all remember the last time this happened,” Adam interjected.

 “The last time? How about every time,” Marcus added before he took a sip from his glass.

 “Remember that girl in Brazil, that one we met on Ipanema Beach, she owned the beach shack,” Adam reminded.

 He remembered, and a few seconds after he did, he saw when Trevor did. His snickers returned.

 “There was nothing wrong there,” Trevor pointed out.

 “Yeah, because you won, proceeded to rub it in all night.”

 “You couldn’t even bother to close the door of the shack. You just wanted me to hear her,” he said, shaking his head as the memory washed over him.

 They’d gone back and forth with her all night. Each of them laid their game out, charmed her, put in their best work. He went to grab them all another round of beers and came back, and her small shack was shaking as her moans filled the night sky. Trevor’s laugh brought him out of his thoughts, making him roll his eyes.

 “See, that’s why we’re not doing this,” Marcus finished.

 “You’re not still salty about that, Regé, are you?”

 He shook his head and raised his hands. “Not at all. you win some, and lose some.”

 “One day, the two of you are going to pull this on someone who will make you two the competition,” Adam professed, making he and Trevor laugh.

 “It’s not like we swindle anyone, there is consent, and everyone knows what to expect and not expect,” he threw out as he stood.

 “Where you going?”

 “Refill,” he said, holding his glass up to show its empty state.

He walked out of their section of the VIP area toward the VIP bar slipping through the crowd, making sure to not bump into anyone. When he was mere steps from the bar, someone bumped him from behind, sending him lunging forward, knocking into the back of someone else. He heard a gasp and automatically thought he’d spilled someone’s drink. Sliding beside the stranger, he leaned closer.

 “I’m so sorry.”

 You turned to him, pulling an oversized candy cane from your mouth. Instantly his eyes dropped to your mouth and that candy cane that slowly revealed itself to be several inches long. When he clocked that it was about seven inches or so that you’d pulled out of your mouth, he lost every single thing he was thinking, even his bloody name.

 “Mmm, almost went too far,” you said, with a smile before you put the tip of the candy cane into your mouth. He instantly wanted to put something too far.

 He watched you raise your glass to your lips before you put it back to the bar’s surface, and in went the candy cane. He was speechless, and it was something that rarely happened.

 “Uh—I’m—sorry.”

 You smirked and swiveled the stool to face him again and perched the candy cane to the side of your plump painted lips, and spoke. “You said that already.”

 The way the red, white, and green colors of the candy cane looked with your lipstick made him wonder how other things looked with it. Clearing his throat, he looked away to behind the bar where all the bottles of liquor rested. He wasn’t trying to decide on what he wanted to drink. He was trying to gain some composure.

 He heard your snort beside him. “Cat got your tongue?”

 He looked to you, zeroed in on your eyes, and rose a brow. “What’s got your tongue?”

 You smiled slowly, then pulled out that damned candy cane making your lips make that juicy puckered kiss sound.

 “This candy cane at the moment.”

 You stared at him as if silently daring him to say something to it. He smiled and nodded his head. “You brought a candy cane to a club?”

 “It came with the drink,” you said, bringing the confection to the red-tinted liquid before you.

 He watched you stir the liquid and return the candy cane to its rightful place—against your tongue for you to lick it slowly. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. It was a damn candy cane.

 “What can I get you?”

 Before he could speak, you did.

 “You look like a fun guy no matter what that crisp accent says. May I?”

 He studied you for a few moments, then shrugged before he motioned for you to go ahead. You trailed the candy cane along your bottom lip as you looked over the bottles that lined the wall. You looked like you were in deep thought, and he made a note of how adorable you looked with your perfectly crinkled eyebrows, pursed lips, and fist resting on your jaw.

 “Okay, I just need to know two things,” you began.

 He smirked and sat on the stool next to you. “And what is that?”

 You turned to him again. The crossing of your legs brought his eyes down to see the tempting split in the dress you wore. The luster of your skin raised the temptation he was feeling. He imagined how his hand looked on your body. It was the wrong thought at the wrong time because it made it impossible for him to look into your eyes again. He did, though, and when he did, he saw the mischievous glint in your eyes. He knew then, you were dangerous.

 “Your name and favorite color.”

 “Why my favorite color?”

 “If you tell me red, chances are you like strawberry undertones. If blue, maybe a blueberry or blackberry.”

 “What if it’s orange?”

 “Then we should end this conversation now and go our separate ways because no one can pull off orange anything.”

 He snorted and laughed. He liked you.

 “Safe to say red is yours?” he nodded to your drink as his clue.

 “Wrong, but this is about you. So tell me.”

 “Regé and grey.”

 Your eyes widened. “Regé as in reggae music?”

 He nodded but didn’t speak.

 “Wow, nice. I thought it was something stuffy like Albert.”

 “Just ’cause I’m British?”

 You smiled and shrugged. “And your favorite color, Regé, is grey.” I’m tempted to say grey isn’t a color, but okay. He’ll have that fifty shades of grey cocktail you tried to give me earlier.”

 “Uh-oh, something fruity, huh.”

 “Let’s add an extra shot for Mr. adventurous,” you added.

 Turning his attention to you, he licked his lips and watched you devour that candy cane.

 “What’s your name?”

 You smiled and pulled the candy out of your mouth. “Y/N.”

 He held his hand out for yours and waited for you to take it. Once you did, he shook it, never taking his eyes off of yours.

 “You’re beautiful,” he said.

 You didn’t speak for several moments, and he wondered if he should have kept that to himself.

 “Yes,” you said.

 “Yes? Yes, what?”

 You sucked the candy cane back into your mouth and took a sip of your drink. “Yes, I’ll let you buy me another drink.”

 Ten minutes came and went, then fifteen, and he was in no hurry to go back to his friends. Your conversation was entertaining and titillating. You held his attention easier than any other had. Not to mention everything you did had his heart pounding. Once you’d finished that damn candy cane, your glass was what brought his attention to your mouth. When the drinks were finished, his eyes roamed your exposed shoulders, cleavage, and thigh until his palms itched to touch.

 “I see what’s been holding you hostage, over here.” Trevor’s hand rested on his shoulder as he stood to there to his left.

 “Hostage? Hardly,” you responded with a smile.

 “I’m Trevor,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

 After a few seconds, you took it and let him shake it.

 “Trev here is a good friend of mine,” he began before taking a sip of his third drink. “Meet Y/N.”

 Trevor smiled again. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

 He couldn’t help but smile. He knew the game had begun. However, he’d had a twenty-minute head start. He watched Trevor order you another drink before suggesting you moved from the bar to go back to their section. You didn’t answer right away, and he didn’t know what you’d decide.

 “I’ll meet you there. I have to freshen up,” you said, pointing toward where the restrooms were.

 He pointed to where their section was before you walked off.

 “May the best African win,” Trevor said, holding out his hand, making him roll his.

  ~~~~~~~

 -Y/N-

You made sure to reapply your lipstick and rearrange your hair as you inspected your face. Pleased that your products were holding up, you stood there just staring at yourself, making a plan. They thought they were slick, you thought to yourself.

 MSG Fifi: He looked hooked.

 You smirked.

 MSG: He’s hot.

MSG Fifi: So is his friend. What’s the plan?

 You thought for a few moments because you hadn’t decided yet.  

 MSG: I’m going to go have a little fun. I’ll let you know.

 You adjusted your dress then walked out of the bathroom. In the loud club again, you looked around, trying to remember when they’d pointed. You didn’t remember. Suddenly you felt a body behind you and a hand on your hip.

 “Lost?”

 The sexy British accent told you just who it was. Smiling, you bit your bottom lip, deciding you liked how he felt pressed up on you.

 “What if I said I was?”

 You could feel his breath at your ear and smell the hint of grape and vodka.

 “I’ll find anything you want me to,” Regé groaned, making you tilt your head back to look at him over your shoulder.

 “Anything?”

 He smirked then licked his lips. “I’m not if not a gentleman. Anything, Y/N.”

 The look in his eyes had you frozen in place, wishing he’d bring his large hand lower. You scoffed and got yourself under control

 “Good to know,” you said before walking away, leaving him to follow behind you.

 Once Regé led you to the VIP section, Trevor stood holding your drink to you. Having not been born yesterday, you asked a passing waitress for a fresh drink. Neither of them took offense. When you sat, you were in the middle of both men and able to appreciate the beauty that you both were. They could have passed for brothers, and when they assured you that they weren’t, you relaxed a little more.

 After an hour, you’d learned quite a few things about both men. You leaned that while Regé had this overwhelming sensual vibing coming off him, he tended to hang back physically, but his eyes were all intensity, and you could tell he preferred words. When it came to Trevor, he approached things differently. He was a flirt through and through, and you could tell he preferred touch.

 They were both like opposite sides of a coin, and you couldn’t decide which side you preferred. Some days called for heads and others tails. One thing was sure; they were both feeling you, and neither of them could hide it. It was in the way Trevor touched you with sly touches and in the way Regé reacted when you went close to him to whisper something or bit your bottom lip.

 Two hours and countless drinks later, you still sat there with the two men, and you’d all but made up your mind. Regé leaned to you and whispered in your ear before he met your eyes. Nodding, you took his hand and let him lead you to the dance floor. Once you got to a semi-secluded spot, the song changed to Teyana Taylor’s new school version of Tell me what you Want, and you watched him bop to the beat while keeping on point. You were impressed.

Regé spun you around, so your back pressed to his chest and his hands wrapped around you. he smelled incredible, almost as incredible as he felt. That was when your movements synced together and slowed. You were now swaying from side to side. You began circling your hips against him and let him hold your hands in the air as you got into it. Regé came to your ear and whispered.

 “Tell me what you want.”

 Your panties were instantly wet. Fuck, you thought. In front of you, you watched Trevor approach the two of you. Once he was in front of you, the song changed again, and the slowest, sexiest tune came on. The lights in the club changed to a deeper hue of red. Trevor came so close that his face was just inches from yours. His hand wrapped around the small of your back, pulling you against him.

 Goddamn, you thought as he moved your body how he wanted it. Your eyes met, and Trevor’s hand clasped your jaw in his large but soft hand. Slowly he slid his hand across your skin before you felt a hand on your hip spin you around. Your back was now pressed to Trevor’s chest while Regé was the one who was now inches from your lips.

 The two men sandwiched you between them, each focusing on different parts of you. Trevor’s hand was wrapped around your abdomen, searing absentminded circles on the material of the dress you wore, while Regé’s was squeezing your hip, sinking in his fingertips, so they marked you. Trevor’s jaw pressed to your ear, which Regé’s was resting against your cheek on the other side of your face. You doubted anyone could tell where you began and either of them stopped. When you felt a pair of lips press against your right ear, your breath hitched in your throat.

 Pulling back slightly, you gazed into Regé’s sultry almond-shaped eyes, and your hand balled the fabric of his shirt at his waist, hoping to control yourself.

 “Tell me what you want,” Regé repeated.

 Fuck it; you thought as you brought your lips to his kissing him with the scorching energy that was between the three of you. Regé delved his tongue into your mouth, wrapping it around yours, and it was then his hand slid lower on your hip and snaked back to your ass. As he cupped it, you released a moan unable to contain it any longer. When he sucked your tongue, you pulled back and nibbled his bottom lip. His moan caught you off guard and only fueled your steadily uncapping desire.

 You felt Trevor behind you begin to pull away from you, no doubt feeling like the loser of their masculine competition of the night. That was when you pulled from Regé’s lips and pulled him back to close the space he’d created. You had both men’s undivided attention, and the power you felt was unmatched. Bringing your lips to Trevor’s, you kissed him with the same fire you had Regé seconds ago.

 Again, you held control of this kiss. Trevor allowed you to decide just what you wanted to do, and it was probably going to be his downfall for the night. You bit his bottom lip, and his moan swam in your mouth, making you eat it like a succubus taking his life force. The decision was made.

 You pulled away and found their eyes on you. Smirking, you turned with their hands in yours and led them through the crowd. You were thankful you’d decided on the club inside the hotel rather than the other one you and Fifi were thinking of. Once in the hotel’s lobby, you beelined it to the elevator bank and wondered if they were at this hotel too. As the elevator doors opened, you stepped on and waited for either of them to press a button. This was their turn to make a decision.

 You pretended not to notice them give each other a look before Regé stepped forward and pressed nineteen. You smirked and rode up in silence. Interestingly enough, the elevator made no stops until it came to the nineteenth floor. You let them lead you, this time keeping a few feet behind them. You could feel their angst as they exchanged looks every few steps, no doubt trying to formulate a plan. It’s funny they still thought they were in control.

 The two stopped at the door at the end of the hall then opened it. Regé was the one holding the door open, and Trevor stood on the other side, letting you walk in. You glanced at both men, smirked then walked inside. You walked toward the bar you saw in the corner, then took up two bottles before you continued walking through the suite. You knew the layout was similar to yours, so you just walked where you expected the bedroom to be.

 Finding it easily, you walked in and found some music on the bedside table system, another easy feat thanks to apple music coming with every room. You pulled two chairs in front of the large window of the bedroom. You then walked to both of them and led them each to a seat.

 “Are you sure you want to do this?”

 You smiled at Regé’s sweetness and went toward him to sit on his lap.

 “Would you like me to leave?”

 He shook his head.

 “Then tell me what you want.”

 His lip quirked up at the side. He had to remember his words to you a little while ago.

 “Will you give it to me?”

 You kissed him again. as soon as your lips touched, his hands were cupping your ass, pulling you closer onto his lap. You felt the strain of his manhood against his jeans, and the anticipation had your sex quivering. Groaning, you pulled away and walked to the window. You put the bottles you held on the floor and turned to them.

 “Since you like competitions so much, the first one to move loses.”

 Trevor and Regé looked at each other quizzically. They didn’t get it yet. You untied the neck of the dress and slowly brought the straps down, careful not to allow it to fall from your body yet. Though the light in the room was scarce, you could tell the desire in both men’s eyes. You walked to Regé then turned your back to him.

 You swayed your hips from side to side to the rhythm of the music bringing yourself down to the floor before coming back up to bend in front of his face. Peeking behind you, Regé’s jaw was clenched so tightly that you thought it had to hurt. You stood and swayed again to the sounds of Sabrina Claudio. In no time, you were lost in the music bringing your hands to the back of your neck, letting the straps hang around your waist.

 Turning to them, you heard both audibly exclaim.

 “Fuck.”

 The accents were entirely different but sexy nonetheless.

 “Something wrong?”

 You stood between Trevor’s legs, topless, and circled your hips while doing your best snake charmer dance. You deemed it was acceptable because neither of them gave any indication otherwise.

 “You’re gorgeous,” Trevor whispered.

 You could see his hands clenching the arm of the chair and wondered just how much control he had in him. You pushed the dress off your hips and stood there in your thong.

 “Fucking hell,” Regé uttered when you turned your back to them. Using the strong knees you were blessed with, you brought yourself low and popped a baby twerk, not wanting to give either of them a heart attack. Every time you changed the direction of your hips, you looked over a shoulder to watch them watch you. They looked absolutely tortured.

 You walked to Trevor and stood there but stared at Regé. You motioned for him to come to you, and in seconds, he was by your side. You kissed him, taking the time to tease him with each passing second while noting he was a great kisser.

 “Lay right there,” you said, pointing to the spot between your feet. Regé obeyed, then you dipped down to your knees, your sex hovering over Regé’s mouth. You were about to speak, but shock cut you off.

 Regé wrapped his arms around your hips where your thighs met them and buried his face between your legs.

 “Oh fuck!”

 That was not the end of your shock because seconds later, you felt a wet velvety tip brush against your lips. You opened your eyes and came face to face with the impressiveness that was Trevor’s dick. You opened your mouth to speak, but a sharp stab of pleasure between your legs prohibited it. Your mouth fell open, and Trevor pushed himself into your mouth.

 You almost laughed. They were the dream tag team. The room quickly filled with moans and groans as you pleased Trevor and Regé pleased you. The way his tongue flicked against your clit was quickly bringing you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night. You knew if they had anything to say about it, you’d have more.

 “Shit, your mouth—it’s—incredible,” Trevor panted, rolling his head back.

 Not relenting, you bobbed your head faster on Trevor’s cock, taking him as far as you could. He grabbed your head and held it in place, then fucked your mouth, making you gag every so often.

 “Uuuug!”

 When he released your head you continued the pace and moaned on his flesh from the pleasure Regé was giving you but also the pleasure you got from giving it to Trevor. When you felt gentle nibbles, you pulled back and gasped, then began using your hands.

 “Oh, fuck, yes! Right there, mmmm!”

 Regé sucked your clit into his mouth as he reached up to one of your breasts to pinch your nipple. Following suit, Trevor did the same to the other, and that pushed you over the edge. Your screech was loud as it filled the room and probably the hall outside. Bucking your hips against his mouth, you rode his face as it was meant to be ridden.

 When you rolled off of Regé and collapsed to the floor, the men stood and surrounded you. Regé went to your head while Trevor between your legs. You watched him sheath himself with a condom before he met your eyes.

 “Are you sure?”

 You nodded before you reached to palm Regé’s pulsating and impressive member. As your mouth slid along Regé’s length, Trevor’s slid inside your heated core, stretching you deliciously before filling you perfectly with his thickness.

 “Good god,” Trevor whispered, hovering over you to catch his breath.

 “You’re so tight, Y/N,” Trevor moaned, beginning to circle his hips.

With a full mouth, you were unable to speak and instead used the pleasure you felt to return it tenfold to Regé. His head lulled back while his jaw dropped, and he grunted, sending the last few inches of his need into your throat. You fought your gag the best you could. Trevor then sped his thrusts. Each time he connected your bodies, your breasts swung, and your sex clenched around him, gripping him like a vise.

 Soon your moans and mumbles made it almost impossible to properly enjoy what Regé had to offer, so your hands to make up for the job your mouth couldn’t do. Trevor’s thrusts got rougher, and in seconds you’d come for the second time. Using your feet to push him off, you stood and crawled onto the bed. While lying there, you watched both men slowly approach you. Regé was the one between your legs this time while Trevor was beside you.

 Trevor wrapped his lips around a pert nipple, then sucked, licked, and nibbled it. As your mewls spilled from your lips, Regé still had yet to move an inch. He kneeled there, rubbing the tip of his cock across your soaking slit.

 “You’re so wet. Show me, Y/N.”

 You slinked your fingers between your legs and dipped one inside to show him the evidence of your overwhelming arousal. He smiled, then sucked your finger into his mouth before he thrust forward in one powerful move.

 “Fuck!”

 The men ravaged you, one with their mouth and the other with their skillful appendage. Where Trevor was girthy and nicely proportioned, Regé had been blessed with girth and an overabundance of length. It didn’t take much for you to come again and again and again. When you rolled onto Regé to take control, you took your time crippling Trevor as he stood in front of you.

 The room was sweltering, and your bodies were slick with sweat, so every move the three of you made, the sound of bodies rubbing together echoed throughout. If it wasn’t the slickness of skin, it was the squelching of your wetness as they plowed into you or you rode them into oblivion.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

 The feel of both men nestled snugly in your tight trove was close to have to see stars. You crashed your lips to Regé, who was underneath you while Trevor was behind. He pumped more vigorously into you, making you pant and whine with each connection. Trevor, not being the one to be outdone, slammed into you, coaxing that spot in you that you knew would soon have you combust into a million specks of dust as you floated the galaxy.

 “I’m coming,” Regé and Trevor both shouted as if competing for who could say it louder. You rocked your hips against Regé while slamming back onto Trevor. You intended to bring both men to their knees, but after a few movements, you realized that you’d come undone just as ferociously.

 “Come for me, Y/N!”

  Shivering, you tried to ignore the command as you repeated your actions over and over. Underneath you, Regé bit your nipple, and behind you, Trevor your shoulder. Either way, these men intended to sear their marks into your flesh. Something about that was so fucking hot. You sped your movements, and that was when your body shook.

 “Fuck!”

 Both men shook with you and released such loud grunts and groans that rivaled your own whining. Your orgasm was expected but what was not expected was how long it continued. After a minute, you were still coming with both men still trying to secure themselves as deeply into you as possible. Both thrust into you once more, and that was all you could handle before stars erupted behind your eyelids, making you clench around both of them.

 Trevor and Regé gasped and hissed before the three of you dropped onto the bed. You were between them as all three of you tried to catch your breaths.

 Your eyelids were heavy, your limbs tense, muscles tight, and between your legs sore. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. So you didn’t.

 ~~~~~~~

-The Next Morning-

When you opened your eyes, the sun had yet to rise from behind the high rise next to the hotel. It took several moments for your vision to return clearly. When it did, you looked around, recognizing you were not alone. You felt a body nestled to your back and one in front of you. You froze, not wanting to stir anyone awake. You didn’t want a whole morning after thing. This was not what this was. It took you some time to slither from the clutches of the gorgeous men you’d spent the night with.

 Once free you stood there for a few moments and took them in. Trevor was on his side back to the window completely bare assed. It was a nice one too. His arm was thrown over his head leaving only part of his face visible. He looked adorable asleep. Regé was on his back, one arm over his head tucked underneath the pillow he rested his head-on. That was where your head had laid, right on his chest as if it belonged there.

 You shook off any attachment that was trying to creep its way in. You didn’t often do things like this, matter of fact, this was downright as rare as a blue moon. However, you hated the cliché of women who got attached after clear one night stands. You never wanted to be one of them because you knew for a fact men always laughed at them. You wouldn’t be that cliché, you thought to yourself. You gave the men one last look, then turned to gather your things.

 Once dressed and inside the elevator, you smiled to yourself. They really thought they picked you up when in fact, you’d heard their friendly competitive banter and decided a little fun was in order. Seeing how the night went, it was safe to say you were the real winner.

 MSG Fifi: Everything okay?

 You smiled to yourself.

 MSG: Pussy put their ass to sleep. Call me, NyQuil.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Chapter 3 | I Am Not At All Wise

Pairing: There's hints, but none

Genre: Angst?

Warnings: Overly Casual Mentions of Depression and Anxiety, Mentions of Trading of Lives

Word Count: 1,926

Author's Note: This might appear a little rushed, because I got this sudden surge of inspiration and sat down to write this and this isn't even proofread. Sorry, hehe.

‘Guys, what’s wrong with you?! This my father we’re talking about, my father! Why are you so hesitant to trade him for Lotor?’

The tense energy in the room only became even more suffocating when Pidge let that question, among others, loose like cannonballs. I was glad I was sitting even a bit away from the ongoing discussion, because the questions and not up to par answers were succeeding in making me uncomfortable. After all, the topic at hand wasn’t light at all – a topic such as trading of lives is one that questions your morals, your beliefs, literally everything you, as a person, stand for. I stared at Pidge, her absolutely enraged expression making me gulp nervously`. If Pidge didn’t get her father back now, after finding out his destination, then God knows how many shots are going to get fired at whom. And although I’m not saying that Pidge is wrong, she isn’t even right.

That’s confusing.

What I meant to say was, that although Pidge’s actions and fury and incredulousness were fully justified, it didn’t mean that we could all just nod heads in tandem and send Lotor off as some sort of pig for slaughter in exchange of Pidge’s dad. It wasn’t fair.

As my eyes lost focus, I recalled Captain America’s words – we don’t trade lives.

I snapped out of my thoughts. I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t want to. I wouldn’t, ultimately. Heading to my room now instead of just sitting there and making myself look like an unopinionated fool wasn’t helping me anyways, and neither was Lotor’s presence a couple feet beside me.

I decided to head to my room.

After all, that was what I was best at, wasn’t it? After finally accepting that I was a time traveler and couldn’t ever see my friends or family ever again and that aliens did actually exist, and not just on Mars (wait, did aliens exist on Mars? I never asked that), all I did for a good sum of time was hide in my room. Activities except hiding in my room included roaming through the castle and running to my room as soon as I deducted any trace of intelligent life near me, being strangely intimate with the white lion – intimacy including venting about how I was probably depressed, possibly had anxiety, caressing the lioness because she’s beautiful, and nestling in her cockpit because she felt like home – and running to my room when Shiro questioned me about my connection with White.

A bit after, when I felt more reassured and had begun craving human communication, I finally emerged from my cave, only to find that some of the Paladins didn’t seem too happy with my presence. Time went on, spirits fell, only to rise once again in blazing hopes of dethroning Zarkon, and my naturally social abilities helped me blend in with the Paladins soon. A lot of the comfort I felt among the Paladins, I owed to Shiro and Hunk. Those two were literally angels, especially to me. I couldn’t count on all the fingers of the Paladins and Allura combined how may times those two, and occasionally Lance, came to offer me a hug or talk to me when I looked glum. Even Allura and Pidge talked to meif they were free. The only person I had problems interacting with was Keith. But we’d nod to each other, say our greetings, and I accepted that. I couldn’t be besties with everyone. However, mine and Keith’s communication skills only worsened and problems only increased once Shiro disappeared. Keith straight up would refuse to pilot the Black Lion, and even when he finally agreed, he was so unorganized and his decisions so rash it was costing the coalition. When Lions started becoming unstable to fight after longer, tougher battles, White was expected to fill in. After all, it was the White Lion’s purpose – to be the mind of Voltron when the Paladins couldn’t, to keep the soul, fire, water, air and flora elements in check, Allura had once said to me. Only, White needed a pilot, a Paladin. And all expectations of being White’s pilot were pinned on me, naturally, because I was the one who seemingly materialized in her cockpit out of nowhere.

I, obviously, failed to do that. Because apparently (and quite obviously, if I do say so myself) even though White warmed up the cockpit for me when I slept there and seemed to purr when I caressed her face, I wasn’t worthy enough, in her gaze, to be a Paladin. And I truly had no qualms about that. The only issue was that Keith wasn’t satisfied with that. Pidge and Lance tried to hide it, but they too, felt that I should try harder. Hunk comforted me when I accidentally let the hurt I was feeling shine through. Allura tried to convince everyone that it wasn’t my fault at all, that the Lions only accepted whom they deemed fit to Pilot them, and the reason the White Lion even was the “extra” Lion in the first place was that it was hardest than any of the other Lions to convince to be Pilot of. It was simply too calculating and cynical and choosy – and I agreed with White wholly, because stepping in as the voice of reason, as the mind of Voltron when all these worthy, noble, brave people who were specifically selected to be the defender and judge of the universe when no one else could failed to do their jobs, then you needed to be one hell of a person to be honoured with the name “White Paladin of Voltron”.

When Shiro had come back, or as he said, when Keith brought him back, the Castle seemed to light up more. I understood why he was chosen to be the soul to combine the other elements and form Voltron. I was ecstatic, perhaps happier than some of the Paladins even, but that didn’t mean I didn’t notice – or rather, didn’t choose to shrug off - his strange and simply out of character behaviour at times. I wasn’t the only one that did. It was when I voiced to White about my concerns, and she glowed – literally glowed as if in agreement did I know that shit was serious. White, as weirdly impossible as it sounds, also noticed. She knew, too, that something wasn’t right with Shiro. It was beyond me how she did, but I didn’t get to ponder on that for too long.

Why?

Because Lotor happened. He arrived as our saviour at the most unexpected moment and in the most unexpected way, and then became unpredictability, unanswered questions, and uncertainty personified for us. How many rifts and arguments he alone had caused between the Paladins was the slightest bit alarming, but justified, in my opinion. Lotor had succeeded in messing up our functioning. It didn’t matter if it was only a tad – he was the anthropomorphic form of all the flaws and hesitancies and wrongs and uncertainties in the coalition that we’d turned a blind eye to.

And now Zarkon had offered us Pidge’s dad’s freedom in exchange of Lotor, but I would be lying if I said if I wasn’t the tiniest bit worried as to just what Zarkon would do to Lotor. I know, I know, I really was no one to be straining my brain for that, since Lotor was an alien Prince who had equal chances of being good and evil, was capable of killing us all if he wished to, and had probably endured worse than his father’s wrath. But that wasn’t even the biggest issue we had. Pidge getting fired up was reasonable enough, I was aware of how emotionally driven she could become at times despite being a genius. And her brain refusing to work when her family came into play was the reason I was bothered most – even if she convinced the other Paladins to go through with the exchange, there was absolutely no surety that Zarkon would keep his part of the deal. It was legit the dumbest, most irrational thing the protagonist could do. If that happened, we’d lose both Pidge’s father, and an extremely valuable asset to the coalition.

I didn’t really realize that during my very acceptable train of self-depreciating thoughts I’d changed my route and had instinctively begun for White. I guess it was only right, as I felt more at ease there than anywhere. It was only when I reached her and stroked her, she seemed to… close in on her herself. I furrowed my brow, a small frown on my lips.

I sighed. It was probably nothing.

Relaxing my facial muscles, I closed my eyes, leaned forward, and nudged White’s snout. I jumped back with a start when instead of the usual purr or whimper, she growled at me. The crease between my brows returned with a higher intensity.

‘What is it, girl? Hmm?’ I cooed at her, not risking touching her. ‘Is something wrong? Do you not want to talk? Should I go?’

Silence was what I received in exchange.

‘My love,’ yes I called White “my love”, “girl”, have and will continue to call her “babe”, and no you cannot do jack about it. ‘You need to tell me, please,’ I continued, my voice gentle as ever, ‘how am I supposed to know what you want to say? You’ve never growled at me before. I don’t know how to interpret that gesture. Do I take it as you being upset? Angry? Sad?’ She still didn’t answer. All the life seemed to leave her.

I tilted my head. My sigh bounced off the walls.

‘The White Lion is said to be the mind of Voltron,’ a naturally assertive, deep, thunder-like voice called. I was sure I jumped at least a foot before whipping my head to where the voice resonated from. Lotor. What -?

‘Forgive me if I scared you. I thought it wise to offer some assistance; you seemed to be in need of help.’

I didn’t answer. He took it as a “yes, I need your help”. ‘The most probable reason it is not responding to your calls, is because you are contradicting what the White Lion stands for, you aren’t being wise. That is, assuming the Lion does answer you typically.’

I turned back to White, my jaw setting. My lingering suspicion turned into certainty at Lotor’s remarks.

Well. As much as I cherished my relations with White, I wasn’t going to voice my thoughts and concerns regarding the life trade. I wasn’t particularly keen on getting involved. I wasn’t the White Paladin. I wasn’t the voice of reason. I couldn’t be. This was the exact reason as to why I couldn’t be the White Paladin. I had many a thought, but didn’t always think it wise to share them with others.

Especially not when “others” included a leader that was not being himself, a princess who wanted to get rid of the Galra empire and Zarkon as soon as possible no matter the cost, and a Paladin who was going feral and becoming blind by rage at the thought of not getting her father back when she was so close.

Yes. Now definitely not.

Without sparing Lotor or White another glance, I headed to my room, for real this time. I didn’t notice both of their piercing gazes aimed at my retreating figure.

[merakiaes]

Jealous Of The Star Spangled Man - Jack Thompson

Pairing: Jack Thompson x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: I haven’t seen the show in a while so sorry if I got any details wrong, I’ll be rewatching it soon so if I’ve made any mistakes I’ll go back and change them then. Not proofread so I apologize in advance if there’s any errors in spelling or grammar! Please leave some love and let me know what you think xx

Wordcount: 2374

Summary: When Steve returns to Peggy, the two of you immediately hit it off. Peggy couldn’t care less, but others might get a bit threatened by the Star-Spangled Man With a Plan. 

It had been a relatively calm week at the phone company, now that Whitney Frost and the Zero Matter had been dealt with and the dangers had been eliminated.

It had been very stressful for you, seeing as you hadn’t been as hands-on in the case as Peggy, Jack and Daniel had, and therefore hadn’t been there to keep an eye on Jack when they were in Los Angeles.

During their time there, you had been stuck back in New York City in the office with the rest of your peers, anxiously awaiting your boyfriend’s return.

It had been stressful enough to not have any idea of what was going on, so when he didn’t come home the night he had told you he would and you a few hours got a call during which you learned that he had been shot in his hotel room and was in the hospital, you hadn’t even been able to breathe.

The attempt on his life was a new problem in itself that you would eventually have to deal with, but for the time being, just having him back with you in New York, safe and on his way to recovery, was enough to give you some peace of mind.

He had been in the hospital for two entire weeks after his near-death experience. An entire week went by before he woke up and when he did wake up, he was in recovery for another seven days before he was released and allowed to return to work.

Much to his dismay, however, he hadn’t been allowed to do any groundwork since getting back, with his arm being in a sling as it would until the gunshot wound was all healed up.

He was stuck in the office filling out paperwork with the rest of you. He did get to participate in the investigation of finding his shooter, though, now being the new Chief of your unit and having some say on the matter.

It was, much to your relief, enough to satisfy him for the time being, even if it was from behind a desk and not from any actual investigative work.

You were glad, because if he hadn’t been satisfied, you knew he would’ve gone out and gotten himself into even more trouble and your poor heart just couldn’t handle any more if it.

And even though he would never admit it out loud, no matter how much he loved you, he was happy to finally be able to spend more time with you after the two of you having grown so distant during the last months’ events.

That was, until Captain American suddenly waltzed back into Peggy’s life like a ghost from the past, suddenly back from the dead and taking aaall of Jack’s spotlight; even when it came to you.

You hadn’t personally partaken in the war like Peggy had so you never got to meet Steve back then, but she had told you everything there was to know about her great love and when you met in person the first time, you hit it off immediately.

Not only had you both been born and raised in Brooklyn, but you also had in common the fact that you had both suffered through a majority of your lives being bullied and looked down on up until the point where you had changed for the “better” appearance-wise.

You got along like two peas in a pod, always chatting away whenever he would come to visit Peggy at work, and it was beginning to become unbearable for Jack to have to watch.

He gave off the impression that he was very secure in himself and he was, but the fear still always remained that you would leave him for someone else, and who better to leave him for than Captain America?

The fact that he was obviously head over heels in love with Peggy didn’t seem to matter to him. All he could see was another man talking to you, making you laugh.

Peggy wasn’t even batting an eye at it, casually flipping through the files sprawled out on his desk in his office while he watched you and Steve interact outside by your desk.

The office was mainly dark at this point, everyone but him and Peggy having gone home for the evening and you and Steve waiting for your respective significant others to finish up their work.

He could see you throwing your head back with laughter through the blinded window, and then watched with a sour scowl as you reached a hand up to touch Steve’s bicep while he went on about whatever it was you were talking about.

It was a small friendly gesture, but the way Jack saw it, it was a threat nonetheless.

“You’re not bothered at all by this?” He asked before he could stop himself, raising his hand to part the blinds and leaning closer to the window with squinted eyes to get a better look.

Peggy barely acknowledged him, merely throwing you and Steve a glance before turning her attention to him, raising an eyebrow and straightening up. “Should I be?”

Jack kept his eyes on you for another moment, before finally letting go of the blinds and turning away from the window to look at his female co-worker.

“Well, yeah. I mean, look at them.” He said, throwing his good arm out at the window.

Peggy simply sighed, slapping the folder in her hand down on his desk as she realized he wouldn’t be letting it go.

“They’re friends, Jack.” She told him with a pointed glare. “People can be friends with the opposite gender without there being something going on.”

“You and Steve were just friends too, once. That’s how every couple starts out.” He quickly pointed out, eyebrows raising and forehead crinkling in the process.

The corners of her lips tugged upward, her brown curls bouncing as she shook her head lightly. “No, we were never just friends.” She denied softly. “And neither were you and (Y/N), so quit your whining.”

She turned her body fully towards him, leaning on the side of his desk and shaking her head once more, her bright red lips now pulled into a straight line and her brown eyes sternly looking into his.

“What’s the point of being in a relationship if there’s no trust?” She asked him, and his face instantly darkened.

“I trust her.” He said, pointing a finger at the window. “It’s him I don’t trust.”

Peggy scoffed, pushing herself off the desk and crossing her arms over her chest, taking a step closer to him. “Jack, you cannot be serious. Do you hear yourself right now?” She asked. “You’re being very insecure and quite frankly extremely ridiculous.”

“I’m not insecure, I-” He cut himself short, breathing out deeply and bringing his hand up to his face, pulling it over his mouth and chin and moving around in his spot angrily.  

He looked around the room, everywhere but at her, taking a few deep breaths before turning his attention back to her. “You know what, this conversation is over.” He declared, plastering on a sarcastic smile. “Are we all done here?”

Peggy glared for another moment, before sighing, uncrossing her arms and turning her back to him. “Yes, time to go home.”

Jack wasted no time in moving over to the chair at his desk to take his coat that was hanging around the backrest, hanging it over his arm and grabbing his brown leather bag.

“Clean this mess up, will you?” He asked, or more like ordered, motioning for the mess of files sprawled over his desk.

In any other case, Peggy was sure to have fought him on the matter, but she had no energy for an argument this late into the evening and she was in no position to turn down helping a cripple, anyhow, even though Jack was just being the usual ass and not actually requiring assistance because of the fact that he currently only had one functioning arm.

She started pushing the papers back into the folders without protest and without as much as a word, Jack more or less ripped the door to his office open, the blinds hitting against the glass in the process and successfully grabbing yours and Steve’s attention.

You smiled widely at the sight of your boyfriend and Steve did too, ever the gentleman with no hate for anyone.

The two of you abandoned your conversation about this ice cream parlor in Brooklyn that you had both gone to when growing up, and how weird it was that you hadn’t met each other then, both of you slowly starting to walk to meet him halfway.

“Hey, baby.” You greeted him and wasted no time in grabbing the front of his shirt once you reached him, standing up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips.

It was short and sweet, or at least you thought so, completely oblivious to the way Jack was keeping his eyes on Steve the entire time, who in turn turned his head away from you out of respect to give you some privacy.

When you came back down to your feet and dropped your hands from his chest, the smile on your lips was even wider, and Steve slowly turned his head back to you, giving your boyfriend a polite smile and a nod of his head.

“All done for the day?” He asked, as always his well-mannered self.

But Jack wasn’t impressed, his face completely wiped free of emotion and his eyes hard. “Uh-huh.” He replied coldly and at that, your smile faltered as you finally began picking up on his offish mood.

Before you got the chance to question him about it, however, Peggy appeared in the doorway of his office. 

“Steve, can you get in here for a moment, please?” She asked, and Steve instantly nodded, wasting no time in heading her way.

Peggy didn’t actually want anything from him. She just wanted to give you a chance to rid Jack of his attitude, even if you had yet to realize the kind of mood he was in.

Once the door closed behind them, you looked back up at Jack to see that he was now looking toward the closed office, so you reached out and took his good hand in yours, searching out his gaze.

When his head turned back to you and his eyes met yours, you smiled, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.

“I was thinking that maybe we could go out for dinner tonight, have a little date night. It’s been so long.” You spoke softly, and his eyebrow instantly shot up.

“Will Steve be joining us?” He asked and you raised an eyebrow.

“What?” You laughed. “Why would Steve come along to our date night?”

Jack shrugged his shoulders, the corners of his lips turning down. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with him since he came back, is all.”

You were at loss for words for a moment, trying to figure out what he was insinuating. Luckily, you were a bright woman, and realization hit you fairly quickly, your confusion being replaced with amusement.

“Jack Thompson…” You drawled, crossing your arms over your chest and smirking smugly. “Are you jealous, of The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan?”

Jack instantly turned sour, but he made no attempt to hide the obvious. “Maybe.” He admitted, his green eyes moving to the side before flickering back to you. “But only because you’re important to me, and I don’t want to lose you.”

“I would never leave you for anyone else, least of all Steve.” You wasted no time in assuring him, dropping the smug act. “He’s with Peggy and I’m with you, exactly how it’s supposed to be.”

You smiled softly, taking a step closer to him. “Come here…” You mumbled, reaching out for the jacket still hanging over his lower arm.

He let you take it and helped you along as you put it over his shoulders, putting his arm into the sleeve and watching you closely as you straightened it out over his shoulder on the side of his sling.

He watched as you moved your hands to straighten the collar of his coat, and then along to his chest to smooth out the wrinkles on his white shirt.

Slowly, he reached his hands up to grab a hold of your wrist, causing you to halt your movements and look up at him.

He took a small step closer to you, dropping your wrist and grabbing you by your waist to gently pull you even closer.

“I love you.” He mumbled, reaching his hand up to take your chin in-between his fingers.

Your lips immediately pulled into a wide smile, your hand moving to take his. “I love you too…”

The two of you began leaning in simultaneously, closing the distance and pressing your lips together in another, longer kiss.

You smiled against his lips the entire time, your entire body growing warm with tingles at the feeling of his fingertips gingerly tracing over your waist, right where your skirt met your blouse.

After a good minute of kissing, you finally pulled apart for air and with the smile now pulling at Jack’s lips, it would appear his attitude had gone away.

“Now…” He breathed, pressing his palm flat against your hip and raising an eyebrow. “Where does the special lady want to go for dinner?”

You bit down on your lip to hold back the smile. “I could really go for some Italian.” You shrugged and he chuckled, shaking his head, taking a step back and pointing his finger at you. 

“You’re extremely expensive to feed, you know that?” He asked, and you smiled innocently. “But how can I say no to my best girl, and that pretty smile of yours?”

Your smile only widened at his words, even more so when he bent down to peck your lips, his head nodding when you came back apart.

“Italian it is.” He agreed, and wasted no time in taking you under his arm, leading you out of the office, both of you completely oblivious to the two pairs of eyes watching you from behind the window, smiling to themselves.

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beneath the cut , you’ll find an extremely long and unnecessary character fact sheet. i also switched some birthdays to fit the canon calendar. except for lydia’s, i’m keeping her birthday in november, because this show is a clusterfuck of uncertainty. also, there might be typos or answers left unexplained, but i got tired of proofreading, so it is what it is.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟏.     ›     alicia marie levesque boyd-whitley.

► species ➔ hybrid mixture of vampire and werewolf. ► biological age ➔ 21. ► weight ➔ 127 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′10″ ► build ➔ very thin and lanky. no matter how hard she tries, she cannot build muscle. ► disabilities ➔ physically, none. mentally, she has a lot of anxiety to work through. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ her speed is her greatest asset. being both vampiric and lycanthropic gives her a leg up in that department. she also has a fair amount of strength, claws and fangs, but... she would rather put her speed to work. ► skills ➔ see above. ► weaknesses ➔ she’s inexperienced when it comes to fighting. she’s also victim to the heightened emotions of a newborn vampire, so... that’s fun. ► worst habits ➔ sleeping with people she doesn’t get along with. there’s nothing wrong with sleeping around, in and of itself, but the fact that most of the guys she sleeps with are absolute pieces of shit... it doesn’t always end well. has been on the receiving end of a lot of slut-shaming. it doesn’t bother her as much as it used to, because it’s her body and she’s not ashamed of what she does with. but it used to hurt, being targeted because she lives her life the way she wants. ► nervous tics ➔ she has a bit of a stammer when she’s nervous. it’s nothing major, but it is a little frustrating. ► sexuality ➔ bisexual. she hasn’t been with many girls, because pretty women make her nervous. her last female crush was on lucy, which... yeah, she’s taking that one to the grave. ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ as far as she knows, all five of her parents are dead. which... that has to be a record. but aside from her biological mother, both pairs of adopted parents were married when they died. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day she came back to beacon hills. ► worst memory? ➔ the day she was kidnapped. ► biggest regret? ➔ being reckless enough to let genevieve kill her that day. imagine the problems she could have avoided if she’d been a little faster. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ saving rohan. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ lashed out at the pack. she knows they’re all over it, but she still feels bad. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ the doctors making her into the thing that she is now. ► what scares them the most? ➔ the idea of being kidnapped and trapped again. also, rollerskating rinks.  ► who have they left behind? ➔ no one, really. again, her adoptive moms are both deceased, and they were the only ones keeping her in michigan. ► who would they kill for? ➔ anyone she cares about. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ the dread doctors. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ she likes to think that she hasn’t hurt anyone? ► who scares them the most? ➔ no one, anymore. doctors, in general. but no one specifically. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “i miss you. but i’m okay now.” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ ansbach falls, california. she was born in a commune and lived with her biological mother for a few months, but was handed over to the her biological dad when she was still an infant. she’s been back to the commune twice since then, once when she was about four and once right before she was kidnapped. like, the day before that happened. huh. ► hair color ➔ brown. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ february 16, 1999. ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ winter. ► morning or afternoon ➔ afternoon. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ no. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ she’s never been in a relationship. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ not that she knows of. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ not that she knows of. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love, believe it or not. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ a few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. ► day or night ➔ day. this vampiric curse can suck it. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no.  ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ no. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ no. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ primarily, lucy knight. but also: gwen delaney, tatum bellfleur, theodore raeken. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ see above, with the addition of vernon boyd. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ dominic kim. not true fighting, just playful bickering. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ theirs, any day.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟐.     ›     amari rose kent.

► species ➔ golem. whatever that means. ► biological age ➔ 19. ► weight ➔ 121 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′6″ ► build ➔ lithe. she has a bit of muscle, but it’s not much. ► disabilities ➔ physically, none. her entire body is the magical equivalent of a prosthetic, so she’s still adjusting to it, in some ways. mentally, she suffers from a fair deal of trauma from her childhood, but the worst of it might be her dependence on drugs. now that she’s in a new body, it isn’t so much a biological need as it is mental.  ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ her fists. she packs a heavier punch now, but she’s always relied on her fists for problems. that said, she isn’t a stranger to picking up a crowbar or a wrench and getting the job done. ► skills ➔ she is... surprisingly charismatic. as recalcitrant as she can be when people try to get close, she has a way of pulling people in. she also knows her way around a lock. or any sort of security, for that matter. she learned how to steal and break into places at a young age. also knows how to navigate a drug deal, but she doesn’t do that anymore. ► weaknesses ➔ mentally speaking, her inability to cope with her problems gets her in more trouble than not. it leaves her crippled every time a past issue comes up, rendering her completely useless. physically, she doesn’t have any weaknesses. her body is made of clay, but it is... incredibly hard to break. once she gets used to functioning within a body without organs, she’ll be nearly indestructible. nearly. ► worst habits ➔ getting intoxicated instead of anything else. selling her body for the sake of that intoxication isn’t that great, either. ► nervous tics ➔ chewing gum. ► sexuality ➔ technically, pansexual. which is proof enough that sexuality isn’t a choice, because if it were, she would never look at another man. ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ doesn’t even know what that means anymore. ► are they angry? ➔ plenty. but not as much as she was. ► are their parents still married? ➔ yes. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day owen got to see tatum graduate. there was never a doubt that tatum would, but it was still a day of pride for all of them. both of the bellfleurs were happy. that’s all it takes for her to consider it a good day. ► worst memory? ➔ november 16, 2008. ► biggest regret? ➔ not being able to do more for tatum and owen growing up. not being able to protect them from people like genevieve. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ protected tatum from the real world. protected owen from what happened to her. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ allowed the bellfleurs to believe that they’d ever messed up with her. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ a great deal of sexual assault and victim blaming. oddly enough, the neglect from her parents outweighs that. ► what scares them the most? ➔ the idea of tatum experiencing a fraction of the pains she did growing up. ► who have they left behind? ➔ her parents, technically. realistically, no one misses her. ► who would they kill for? ➔ any of the pack.  ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ her parents. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ judith. ► who scares them the most? ➔ gordon shaw. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “fuck you.” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ beacon hills, california. ► hair color ➔ black. ► eye color ➔  brown. ► birthday ➔ october 30, 2000. ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. ► morning or afternoon ➔ why is evening not an option? ...afternoon. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ no. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ no. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ what relationship? ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ yes. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ it wasn’t much of a secret, but yes. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ no. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ lust. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ iced tea. ► cats or dogs ➔ cats. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ a few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ wild night out. ► day or night ➔ night. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ yes. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ every fucking day. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ her biological family? no. the bellfleurs and the pack? yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ yes. she died. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ yes. the first time she was kicked out, she was eleven. she’d screamed at her parents for not listening to her and instead of actually listening, her mother threw her outside and told her to come back when she was willing to be mature. it happened on and off throughout her life. the last time her parents kicked her out, she officially moved in with owen and tautm. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ it’s not a secret. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔  tatum bellfleur. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ no one. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ tatum and owen. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ judith mayer. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ tatum and owen’s, easily.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟑.     ›     camden wesley layton lahey.

► species ➔ phoenix. ► biological age ➔ 28. ► weight ➔ 175 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′9″. ► build ➔ very muscular, but still fairly lean. ► disabilities ➔ physically, none. he spent a while recuperating from a gunshot wound that took away function of his left hand, but that was a few years ago. phantom pains flare up when he’s under a lot of stress, but otherwise, he’s good. mentally, the ptsd and amnesia tend to take their toll on him when he lets tension build up. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ a gun. problematic, he knows, and he’s just as much a gun control supporter as anyone else. but he’s army and he’s a cop. if he’s going into any type of battle, he’s going in packing a piece. ► skills ➔ he has incredible reflexes and is good at picking up peoples’ tics and cues, especially if he feels like they’re going to be a threat. he’s also an incredible marksman. put a bow and arrow in his hand, and he has no idea what to do with it. but give him a gun and point to any target, he’ll probably nail it. also knows how to diffuse bombs and tripwires. he’s also strong, but that’s a given. ► weaknesses ➔ his physical humanity in a very physically inhuman world is a weakness of its own. mentally, his lack of a memory gets to him sometimes. the threat of someone hurting ana cripples him like nothing else. ► worst habits ➔ hiding his disabilities because he doesn’t want anyone to pity him. ► nervous tics ➔ none. ► sexuality ➔ he’s leaning towards bisexual, but all of his experiences with men have been rushed handjobs in military facilities in between drills. and who you fuck when you’re in the military says nothing about you other than... you’re in the military. ► are they single? ➔ very. ► are they happy? ➔ usually, yes. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ he doesn’t know. ► happiest memory? ➔ hard to say, given the lack of memory. but the day ana graduated high school was pretty amazing, by his standards. post-memory retrieval, the day isaac was born definitely tops the charts. ► worst memory? ➔ again, hard to say. but he thinks it had something to do with a bomb. or with someone hitting him. he can never tell for sure, but those are the two things that get him the most when his ptsd kicks in. post-memory retrieval, the day he came home to find that his dad had put isaac in a fucking freezer. ► biggest regret? ➔ going off to the army and leaving isaac behind. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ met ana. came home. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ he died. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ everything his dad ever did, including killing his mom and leaving his brother with the issues he has now. ► what scares them the most? ➔ losing isaac and ana. the idea that someone will hurt the two of them and camden can’t stop it. ► who have they left behind? ➔ isaac. ► who would they kill for? ➔ isaac and ana. but really, anyone who need him to. he’s no mercenary, but he’s a soldier and the two are almost the same thing. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ his father. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ his little brother. ► who scares them the most? ➔ no one. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “i’m sorry.” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ beacon hills, california. ► hair color ➔ brown. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ june 1. ► gender ➔ cis male. ► summer or winter ➔ winter. ► morning or afternoon ➔ morning. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ no. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ no. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ he did. he’s had a series of relationships that didn’t last long. not because they didn’t try, or because he wasn’t committed. he’s just never been in a place to have a relationship, because he’s still trying to get to a safe place, mentally. he can’t really devote himself to any type of romance, when he can’t even get through a whole month without falling into some abyss of frustration and hopelessness. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ yes. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ no. at least, not that he knows of. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ many regular friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ neither? ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ yes. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ he didn’t exactly fall, but he has been pushed. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ he’s... trying. with isaac, that is. ana has never been much of a problem. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ not really. even with his memories back, he wouldn’t call it messed up. not because it wasn’t bad; the term just feels dramatic. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ yes. what do you think going to the military was? ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ yes. his dad kicked him out frequently for fighting back. camden didn’t mind if he was hit, but he would always snap when his dad tried to hurt isaac. his dad would kick him out for that, just to show camden that he wasn’t the big man of the house. his mom once kicked him out, for his own safety. she didn’t let him come home for a few days, but she took the brunt of her husband’s anger then. camden hates to say that he’s glad it was her, but... at least it wasn’t isaac. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ ana’s really the only friend he has. which says a lot about him, but.. yeah. ► who is their best friend? ➔ anastasia hale. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ see above. his intention is to cultivate a similar relationship with isaac, but results remain to be seen. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ none of them. prediction-wise, i would say he’ll butt heads with cora or elliot the most, but camden isn’t much of a fighter, anyway. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ ana or isaac, that’s not a question.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟒.     ›     charles gerard argent.

► species ➔ human. ► biological age ➔ 21. ► weight ➔ 150 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′11″. ► build ➔ very athletic; a healthy mix of muscle and leanness. ► disabilities ➔ physically, he has a slight limp that he has become a pro at hiding, as a result of an injury to his leg. mentally, depression. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ he prefers close combat and whatever that entails. if he has a weapon on him, great. if not, he still makes it work. ► skills ➔ he’s proficient with any weapon you put in his hand. he also knows how to make his build work for him, regardless of the size of his opponents. and, for better or worse, he is his mother’s son. ruthlessness comes easy. to balance that out, he wants to be a doctor, so he’s good at tending to injuries and things of that nature. ► weaknesses ➔ physically, he’s human. mentally, his self-loathing is not his friend. ► worst habits ➔ bottling everything up until he’s literally standing on a ledge. ► nervous tics ➔ none. he rarely gets nervous. and if he is at all nervous, it’s a full on anxiety attack, not a tic. ► sexuality ➔ he has recently discovered that he’s bisexual. he screwed around with guys back in high school, but that was mainly to piss his parents off, not because he was actually interested in anyone. ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ no, but that’s no one’s fault. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ yes. ► happiest memory? ➔ valentine’s day. he doesn’t know what it was that made that day so easy to exist in, but that moment where he stood with boyd and mason, dancing to some tiktok song, while katie and tatum levitated, and nana and cecelia made cookies... he doesn’t know why, but that moment sticks with him. ► worst memory? ➔ the day he woke up after his suicide attempt and realized he hadn’t escaped anything. ► biggest regret? ➔ living. trying to be honest with his parents. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ nothing that he can think of. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ killed the beast. at least, he thinks that should be the answer. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ his parents deciding to train him instead of love him was pretty fucked up. ► what scares them the most? ➔ the idea that he’s becoming exactly what his parents wanted him to be. and he feels like he is? the thought of killing someone doesn’t scare him. it was something he’d fought so hard against, but now it just... it’s fine. if that’s what he has to do, then he’ll do it. but that’s not who he wanted to be. that’s not what he wanted to do. ► who have they left behind? ➔ no one who misses him. ► who would they kill for? ➔ this pack. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ his parents. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ realistically, himself. ► who scares them the most? ➔ himself. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ nothing. SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ kauai, hawai’i. ► hair color ➔ naturally, brown. sometimes, he dyes it red. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ september 11, 1998. ► gender ➔ cis male. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. ► morning or afternoon ➔ morning. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ no. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ no. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ she did. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ probably. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ no. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ no. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ a few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in sounds nice. ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ no. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ no. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. literally all of the time. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ allison and chris, yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ no. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. he wishes his parents had kicked im out. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ kali laghari, allison argent, dominic kim, and cassandra rodrigues. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ kali laghari. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ dominic. they bicker so much. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ frankly, you could ask him to choose between his worst enemy and himself, and he’d still choose them.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟓.     ›     cora vienna hale.

► species ➔ werewolf. ► biological age ➔ 23. ► weight ➔ 123 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′4″. ► build ➔ very lean, with a little but of muscle, courtesy of her years of soccer and fighting. ► disabilities ➔ physically, none. mentally, she dissociates real quick when things get bad. she also has ocd that she doesn’t recognize and does not talk about. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ claws. ► skills ➔ she does not mind killing. in fact, she is very good at it. she’s small, she’s fast and she’s brutal. she has werewolf-typical strength, too. her greatest skill is her ability to cloak her presence. she doesn’t do it often, but she can hide her scent and silence all of her sounds, including her heartbeat. she can also mute her link to the pack. she did that once back in high school and it freaked liam out so bad, the kid cried, thinking she’d died or something. so... she doesn’t do that often. ► weaknesses ➔ she stumbles at the thought of her family. ► worst habits ➔ she is quick to decide how much she isn’t worth and play the martyr card. she also doesn’t talk about her problems, because she’s a hale. ► nervous tics ➔ none. ► sexuality ➔ regrettably, bisexual. ► are they single? ➔ spiritually married to erica reyes, but officially single. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ yes. ► are their parents still married? ➔ deceased, but they were married when they died. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day aunt lorraine told her, jackson and katie that they were related. ► worst memory? ➔ the day of the fire. ► biggest regret? ➔ outliving her family. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ defected from deucalion. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ let ana die. at least, that was her worst act. now, she has to rethink the whole thing. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ everything decualion and kate did. ► what scares them the most? ➔ that ana really will be disappointed in the woman she is now. that peter is proud. ► who have they left behind? ➔ as it turns out, ana. ► who would they kill for? ➔ this pack. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ deucalion. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ realistically, derek. ► who scares them the most? ➔ deucalion. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “i’m sorry. this isn’t how i thought it would be, either.” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ beacon hills, california. ► hair color ➔ brown. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ march 27, 1997. ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ winter. ► morning or afternoon ➔ morning. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ she refuses to ever believe that she is. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ no. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ it was a mutual decision. college acceptances had rolled around and kira had been accepted into new york university. both of them knew that would be her choice over beacon hills, so the decision to break up was... very calm and mutual. it hurt, but they knew it was for the best. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ no. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ little bit, yeah. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ not that she knows of. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. remember that wanting something so bad that it hurts thing? SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ regrettably, love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ iced tea. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ secretly, romantic night in. as far as the public knows, wild night out. ► day or night ➔ night. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ no. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. but if nothing else, deucalion has taught her how to suppress that to the ultimate degree. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. the entire time she was with deucalion, she wanted to disappear, but that man is impossible to hide from. sometimes, she wants to disappear while she’s here. but that’s mostly a result of her own shame, not anything that the pack has done. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ yes. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ yes. she ran right into deucalion’s grip. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ erica reyes, kira yukimura, lucy knight, vernon boyd. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ derek. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ theirs, easily.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟔.     ›     daniel nahele mahealani.

► species ➔ human. ► biological age ➔ 23. ► weight ➔ 179 lbs. ► height ➔ 6′0″. ► build ➔ very muscular. fiona swears he has more muscle than skin. ► disabilities ➔ none. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ a bowie knife that the argents gifted him back in high school.  ► skills ➔ he has incredible aim, so he does well with throwing things. he does pretty well with any weapon you give him; not charlie or allison levels of well, but probably won’t die levels,  which is good enough for him. he also has the build to take a hard hit or someone ramming into him. ► weaknesses ➔ being human. ► worst habits ➔ gets very emotionally distant when he’s freaked out. hate to say that he becomes a replica of his father sans the abuse, but he does. he’s just as cold and factual and mildly hateful, though the lattermost is usually well-hidden. ► nervous tics ➔ he taps his foot. ► sexuality ➔ gay. ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ he doesn’t know. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day he met theo. ► worst memory? ➔ the day he found out jackson was the kanima. ► biggest regret? ➔ nothing, really. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ brought theo to beacon hills. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ nothing serious that he can recall. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ being poisoned with mistletoe kind of topped the charts. ► what scares them the most? ➔ being useless when his pack needs him. a milder fear is the idea that he’s a shackle for theo. ► who have they left behind? ➔ he once left the entire pack behind. ► who would they kill for? ➔ anyone who needs him. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ his parents. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ no one he can recall. ► who scares them the most? ➔ no one. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ nothing. SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ o’ahu, hawai’i. ► hair color ➔ black. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ february 9, 1997. ► gender ➔ cis male. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. ► morning or afternoon ➔ afternon. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ yes. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ he did. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ probably. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. only toxic ones. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ probably. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ iced tea. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ a few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ no. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ no. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ if by family, you mean the whittemores and the pack, yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ no. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ yes. his dad used to kick him out whenever he heard about danny having a boyfriend. it happened a few times when he was a teen. it wasn’t frequent nor did it ever last longer than a few hours, but it happened. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ jackson whittemore, lucy knight, lydia martin, theodore raeken. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ theo. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ jackson. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ he’d choose theo, no questions asked.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟕.     ›     derek alexander hale.

► species ➔ werewolf. ► biological age ➔ 31. ► weight ➔ 184 lbs. ► height ➔ 6′0″. ► build ➔ muscular, but still on the lean side. ► disabilities ➔ physically, none. mentally, some hereditary depression that he’s... doing his best to get over. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ his claws. ► skills ➔ typical werewolf strengths, with the addition of maturity that comes from age and experience. he’s also built enough to take a hard hit. as a perk of being an alpha, he has some authority and a bit of power in his growl. ► weaknesses ➔ he’ll play martyr on any given day. ► worst habits ➔ lashing out instead of dealing with his shit. ► nervous tics ➔ he starts regrading student papers. it’s hilarious and a little ridiculous. ► sexuality ➔ pansexual, but he hasn’t been with a man since his college days. ► are they single? ➔ no. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ not anymore. ► are their parents still married? ➔ deceased. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day cora came home. addendum: the day he discovered ana was still alive. for that matter, the day he found out about katie and jackson. also, the day they got malia out of eichen house. ► worst memory? ➔ the day of the fire. ► biggest regret? ➔ not finding his sisters sooner. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ allowing the rest of the pack in. he was reluctant at first, but he can no longer imagine a reality where this pack doesn’t take up all of the space in his life, his home, his heart. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ turned erica, isaac and boyd. he was angry and he was greedy, when he did it. but he should’ve never brought them into this life. he regrets doing it now. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ kate. ► what scares them the most? ➔ letting this pack die. ► who have they left behind? ➔ though it wasn’t intentional, he left his sisters behind. ► who would they kill for? ➔ this pack. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ kate. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ cora. ► who scares them the most? ➔ currently, ana. god knows that girl has a hold over his heart that no one else does. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ no idea. SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ beacon hills, california ► hair color ➔ brown. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ december 25, i’m not doing math. ► gender ➔ cis male. ► summer or winter ➔ winter. ► morning or afternoon ➔ morning. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ yes. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ no. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ he’s still with allison; before allison, he’d ended that relationship. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ yes. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ probably. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ iced tea. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. ► day or night ➔ night. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ yes. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes. he was a very clumsy teenager, believe it or not. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ sans peter, yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ yes. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ allison argent, lucy hale, scott mccall, owen bellfleur, rohan laghari, elliot aldridge. the lattermost pains him to admit, but derek needs friends closer to his age. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ allison. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ allison. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ scott. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ not even a question.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟖.     ›     dominic joseph kim.

► species ➔ witch. ► biological age ➔ 21. ► weight ➔ 136 lbs. ► height ➔ 6′1″. ► build ➔ very lean, with a built of muscle. ► disabilities ➔ physically, none. mentally, once he gets over that paranoia, he’s golden. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ he’s not a fighter. he much prefers support. but if it does come down to attack, he has a water affinity and a blood affinity. ► skills ➔ see above. his main skill is in support magic; barriers, wards, potions, etc. he also knows a lot about rituals and traditions, because he studied them so often growing up. also knows how to make a sinfully delicious cocktail. ► weaknesses ➔ because he doesn’t like offensive magic, he isn’t as good in it. he’s good enough to fight, but he could not win on his own. ► worst habits ➔ he tends to overthink consequences and the fear can sometimes paralyze him into inaction. in the heat of the moment, he can move and react before anyone. but if you give him time to think, he’ll work himself up. ► nervous tics ➔ he brews. potions, usually, but cocktails, if he has the ingredients. ► sexuality ➔ sexuality is a social construct. ► are they single? ➔ unfortunately. ► are they happy? ➔ very. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ he imagines so. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day cecelia met the pack. ► worst memory? ➔ the day of the harvest. he counts himself lucky that he managed to grab cass and escape. but he still remembers everyone that he couldn’t save. he remembers watching his friends die and being unable to stop it. ► biggest regret? ➔ not being able to save everyone that night. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ ran away with cass. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ left cecelia behind. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ his ex-girlfriend magically paralyzed him back when they were seventeen and assaulted him. it feels like that shouldn’t be his choice, over what the coven did and everything else. but he escaped the coven; he didn’t escape what she did to him. ► what scares them the most? ➔ the idea that the coven will harm the pack, all because he brought them into this mess. ► who have they left behind? ➔ he left all of salem behind. his parents, his grandparents, old friends, exes. but he doesn’t regret it. he did what he had to do to survive. he has cass and cecelia now and that’s all that matters. ► who would they kill for? ➔ this pack. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ the coven. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ cecelia. ► who scares them the most? ➔ the coven. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “we’re okay.” but that’s a message to cecelia and cass, only. SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ salem, massachusetts. ► hair color ➔ brown. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ may 26, 1998. ► gender ➔ cis male, but he’s not attached to the identity or the pronouns. gender is a social construct. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. ► morning or afternoon ➔ morning. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ no, which is a shame. he deserves to be in love. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ he did. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ yes. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ yes. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ not when it comes to love, no. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ iced tea. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. ► day or night ➔ night. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ yes. he snuck out frequently in his youth. his no-nonsense parents always caught him and he always got in trouble for it. the trick is to never learn from your mistakes. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes. who hasn’t? ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ he wanted his sister back. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ in the spirit of survival, yes. other than that, no. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ if you mean the pack, yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ kinda, yeah. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ yes. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no? who does that? ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ cassandra rodrigues, charles argent and owen bellfleur. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ cass and cecelia. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ charlie. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ he has and will choose them every time.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟗.     ›     elliot james aldridge.

► species ➔ vampire. ► biological age ➔ 185. ► weight ➔ 174 lbs. ► height ➔ 6′3″. ► build ➔ he’s very lithe, with some muscle, but not much. ► disabilities ➔ none. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ compulsion helps in a lot of ways. he also has a love of torture that he knows the pack does not approve of. ► skills ➔ vampire-typical abilities. it is also... scarily easy to turn that humanity shit off and go straight jack the ripper. but he doesn’t do it often these days, if only to spare himself rohan and iliana’s disappointment. ► weaknesses ➔ if he’s being totally honest with himself, stiles. any other situation, elliot can keep his head on straight, even if it’s rohan and iliana at stake. but he knows himself well enough to know that if stiles were ever in danger, he would probably lose it. ► worst habits ➔ he’s a bit of an alcoholic. a bit. also tends to compel and feed from people instead of dealing with his feelings. ► nervous tics ➔ none. ► sexuality ➔ pansexual with a preference for men. ► are they single? ➔ kind of, but not really. officially, yes, but no one believes that. ► are they happy? ➔ weirdly so. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ his parents are dead. but they weren’t married when they were alive. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day iliana came to beacon hills. having his family all in one place again is the best thing for a sentimental man like him. ► worst memory? ➔ april 9, 1908, aka his wedding day. he still doesn’t want to talk about it. ► biggest regret? ➔ falling in love with alistair. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ moved the fuck on. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ see ‘biggest regret.’ ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ alistair’s manipulation. ► what scares them the most? ➔ alistair. the idea that he’s genuinely in love with stiles. he hopes that he isn’t, but fuck his open heart. ► who have they left behind? ➔ no one, really. ► who would they kill for? ➔ he’d kill for no reason, but also for this pack. for himself. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ alistair. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ probably rohan. ► who scares them the most? ➔ no one. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ "can we please exorcise kali?” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ no place that still exists. england, for what it’s worth. ► hair color ➔ brown. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ october 31, i’m not doing math. ► gender ➔ cis male. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. fuck the winter and spring months. ► morning or afternoon ➔ evening. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ he hopes not. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ no. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ he did. though, technically, he’s still married. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ no. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ romantic, yes. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ no. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ no. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes.  SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ lust, dear god. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ alcohol. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. not that his own stupid cat cares. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ many regular friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. ► day or night ➔ night. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ he is a grown ass man, he does not sneak anywhere. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ no. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ if he wants to disappear, then he does. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ yes. they’re annoyingly functional. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ no. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ not really. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ he very vocally hates kali. but not really. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ rohan laghari and iliana khepri. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ kali laghari. the working theory is that they fight so much because their birthdays are a day apart. the previous theory was that they were fighting for rohan’s favoritism. truth of the matter is that she’s just an awful, despicable little gremlin of a ghost. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ he’ll save them all.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟎.     ›     erica juliet reyes.

► species ➔ werewolf. ► biological age ➔ 23. ► weight ➔ 124 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′8″. ► build ➔ she’s very lean with little muscle, but all the right curves. ► disabilities ➔ she had epilepsy before the bite. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ miss i have beautiful everything is not afraid to use her body against others. she has done so before and she will do so again. also, the claws don’t hurt. ► skills ➔ werewolf-typical abilities, with the addition of having connections to track people down. ► weaknesses ➔ none that you know of. ► worst habits ➔ she can be a bit... blunt. ► nervous tics ➔ she shops. ► sexuality ➔ pansexual. ► are they single? ➔ she is spiritually married to cora hale, but legally single. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ sometimes. ► are their parents still married? ➔ yes. ► happiest memory? ➔ honestly, the day derek bit her. sure, her life went to shit a little, but at least she wasn’t fucking seizing and being made fun of anymore. ► worst memory? ➔ the day she had a seizure in class and the entire school decided to make it a viral joke. ► biggest regret? ➔ fighting scott, stiles and allison in the beginning. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ breaking cora out of her shell. shit takes work. you’re welcome, beacon hills. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ she broke scott’s nose once. he forgave her and everything, but actually hurting scott mccall is about the worst thing anyone can do. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ see ‘worst memory.’ also, the whole motel trying to make her kill herself thing? yeah, that fucking sucked. ► what scares them the most? ➔ quite honestly, nothing scares her too much. ► who have they left behind? ➔ the pack... sort of. she’s only upstate, so she actually isn’t that far. ► who would they kill for? ➔ she doesn’t really plan on ever killing for anyone. but if she had to kill, it would be for cora. for this pack, honestly. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ her own fucking body, to be honest. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ who even knows. ► who scares them the most? ➔ no one. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “long time, no talk.” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ ipswich, massachusetts. relocated to beacon hills shortly after birth. bounced back and forth for a while in her youth. ► hair color ➔ blonde. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ february 2, 1997. ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. ► morning or afternoon ➔ afternoon. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ no. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ no. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ she’s never been in a serious relationship. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ yes. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ no. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ no. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ lust. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ wild night out. ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ frequently. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ not really. she hasn’t spoken to her parents in a little over a year, and it doesn’t really bother her. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ a little, but not enough that she’s going to get dramatic about. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ she’s had her moments with derek, but ultimately, no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ cora hale, above anyone else. also, lucy knight, isaac lahey and vernon boyd. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ cora. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ cora. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ scott. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ you’re crazy if you think these two can’t save themselves and each other.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟏.     ›     fiona evelyn porter.

► species ➔ witch. ► biological age ➔ 21. ► weight ➔ 118 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′7″. ► build ➔ she’s very thin, but not unhealthily so, anymore. it’s a process. ► disabilities ➔ above anything, her disordered eating holds her back from a lot of things, physically speaking. mentally, she’s a cocktail of things that she’s working on. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ earth magic. ► skills ➔ she’s beyond skilled with earth magic, to the point where she’s perhaps a little too tuned into the earth. also has a strength in ancient spell-casting. also not afraid to use her fists against a mean human. ► weaknesses ➔ physically, she’s only as durable as any other human, and she has no muscle to back it up. mentally, she has many pitfalls, but the worst of which is body image. ► worst habits ➔ she stops eating when she gets angry with herself. she’s trying to get better, okay? ► nervous tics ➔ baking. ► sexuality ➔ lesbian. ► are they single? ➔ no, and she’s proud of it. ► are they happy? ➔ so happy. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ yes. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day of the ball, when she and cass kissed for the very first time. honestly, every memory with cass is her favorite. a strong contender is also the day that cecelia came to beacon hills and fiona officially said fuck you to irene. ► worst memory? ➔ the day of the battle of the beast. she thought she was going to die; she thought they were all going to die. ► biggest regret? ➔ letting her grandmother have so much power over her for so long. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ freed herself from irene. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ the whole witch plague saga was... a saga. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ her family disowning her for her sexuality. ► what scares them the most? ➔ this pack meeting a foe they can’t beat without losing someone on their side. ► who have they left behind? ➔ no one. everyone in her life left her first. ► who would they kill for? ➔ she doesn’t really have the capacity to kill, but if she had to, it would be for this pack. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ irene porter. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ herself, honestly. ► who scares them the most? ➔ truthfully, kate terrifies the hell out of her. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “get wrecked, scrub.” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ ipswich, massachusetts. relocated to beacon hills when she was fifteen. ► hair color ➔ brown, though she is prone to dying her ends. ► eye color ➔ blue. ► birthday ➔ april 22, 1998. earth day, baby! ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. ► morning or afternoon ➔ afternoon. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ yes. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ she’s still with cass; before cass, she ended that relationship. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ probably. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ she doubts it. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs! ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. actually, many best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ both. can she have both? ► day or night ➔ day. she’s a little scared of the dark. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes. so many times. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ no. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ she gets along with her parents and she’s... okay with her siblings. other than them, she doesn’t know a biological family. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ yes, but she’s not mad about it. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ katie conrad, liam dunbar and jackson whittemore. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ katie. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ katie. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ liam. the two of them fight more often than not. it’s rarely ever serious fighting, but when it gets real, it gets bad. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ katie. katie, katie, katie. every time.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟐.     ›     hayden louisa romero.

► species ➔ fairy. ► biological age ➔ 19. ► weight ➔ 109 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′7″. ► build ➔ she’s very thin with virtually no muscle. ► disabilities ➔ none. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ her glamour. it’s really the only thing that she has going for her. don’t get her wrong, she has thrown punches before and will happily do it again, even if she breaks a few bones in the process. ► skills ➔ glamor, self-healing, enhanced people- and supernatural-sense, weight modulation, deal manipulation. all of that is fae-typical. personally, she knows how to stay in her lane and avoid trouble. ► weaknesses ➔ fae have virtually no strength. their bones are all very fragile and hayden is no exception to that. ► worst habits ➔ hiding information that others might want to know. ► nervous tics ➔ she hides. ► sexuality ➔ hasn’t had much time to experiment? she’s never really been attracted to anyone, as far as she can remember. but again, she hasn’t had much time to look around. ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ maybe. ► are they angry? ➔ not really. ► are their parents still married? ➔ they never were. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day satomi ito adopted her. ► worst memory? ➔ the day she traded her skin for wayne. she doesn’t regret it, not even a little. but that was the worst pain she’s ever had to live through. a close runner-up is the day she traded her wings for baby food. again, she doesn’t regret it, and wings can grow back. they just... haven’t, yet. and it hurt to get them removed. ► biggest regret? ➔ not leaving her mother’s house sooner. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ bargained for custody of wayne. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ repeatedly failed to tell lucy the truth. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ her mother was an abusive drug addict and her father was pretty much nonexistent. then there were the doctors at eichen house. ► what scares them the most? ➔ nothing, really. death, she guesses. ► who have they left behind? ➔ her mother, but fuck that lady. most importantly, she left the ito pack behind. and they know where she is now, so that isn’t so bad. but she missed them more than she can say. ► who would they kill for? ➔ she would have a very hard time killing anyone.  ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ the eichen doctors, probably. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ she imagines the ito pack was hurt by her disappearance. ► who scares them the most? ➔ no one. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ she’s been trying to figure that out, too. SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ beacon hills, calfornia. ► hair color ➔ naturally, it’s whitish-pink. as far as the world can see, it’s black. ► eye color ➔ naturally, crystal blue. as fas as the world can see, brown. ► birthday ➔ august 22, 2000.  ► gender ➔ fae don’t have genders. feminine pronouns are fine, but she doesn’t necessarily consider herself a girl. ► summer or winter ➔ winter. ► morning or afternoon ➔ morning. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ no. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ she’s never been in one. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ no. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ no. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ no. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ both. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in; sounds safer. ► day or night ➔ night. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ yes. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ no. fae are too graceful for that. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ no. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. and so she did. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ no. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ no. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ yes. she was twelve and had just realized that she wasn’t human. her mother was no help and her father wouldn’t even pick up the phone. it came down to staying with her abusive mother while she struggled to figure out who she was or leave, so she left. she lived out on the streets for a couple of weeks, before a woman from the ito pack found her. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ she isn’t sure anyone considers her a friend. except for chloe, so... maybe.  ► who is their best friend? ➔ chloe, by default. brett talbot could count, but he’s closer to a brother than a friend. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ brett. other than him, no one. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ in her own pack, brett. in this pack, she recognizes that she’s biased and drawn to lucy. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ no one. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ she would like to say that she would choose brett or lucy. but realistically, they could both save themselves. she could not.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟑.     ›     judith wendy mayer-argent.

► species ➔ human. ► biological age ➔ 18. ► weight ➔ 111 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′3″. ► build ➔ she’s very thin and petite. ► disabilities ➔ none. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ when it comes down to it, she’ll have a whip, courtesy of one genius tatum bellfleur. she also discovers an affinity with machetes and fire, but that’s another story for another day. ► skills ➔ she has quick reflexes. other than that.. yeah, we’re not getting into that yet. ► weaknesses ➔ she is so painfully clumsy. ► worst habits ➔ she will do anything to be loved. ► nervous tics ➔ she eats and bulk-buys cupcakes. ► sexuality ➔ bisexual. ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ never. ► are their parents still married? ➔ her adoptive parents, yes. her biological mom is single, and she doesn’t know about her biological dad. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day she met amari kent will always be her favorite memory. ► worst memory? ➔ november 16, 2008. ► biggest regret? ➔ telling the truth that day. not being able to tell the truth later. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ lied to tatum about that day. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ ruined amari’s life. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ she dated a bad guy not long ago and he did a lot of bad shit. it never went into sexual assault territory and it rarely ever got physical. but he was very controlling and generally just... awful. he would call her at one or two o’clock in the morning just to shout at her. slam her into lockers, scream at her in front of his friends, humiliate her, that kind of thing. the worst thing he ever did was knock another girl up, then scream at her for being upset about it. ► what scares them the most? ➔ nothing yet. ► who have they left behind? ➔ no one. ► who would they kill for? ➔ she could never be the one to kill. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ amari kent. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ amari kent. ► who scares them the most? ➔ these days, kate argent. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ it truly depends on which family you’re referring to. SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ vallejo, california. kate went as far away as she could get once her water broke. relocated to beacon hills once the mayers adopted her. ► hair color ➔ brown. ► eye color ➔ green. ► birthday ➔ january 1, 2002. ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. ► morning or afternoon ➔ afternoon. she works mornings, but she hates them. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ yes. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ kate did. she ended it when she came to beacon hills, right before she shipped jude off to ireland. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ no. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ no. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ cats. she may be allergic, but that will not stop her. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ wild night out. ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ yes. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ oh, god, yes. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ no. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ with her adoptive parents, yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ no. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ she’s not entirely sure anyone likes her enough to consider her their best friend? if she’s being honest? she wants to say nicolas hernandez, but she can’t say that with any level of authority. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ no one. her parents know almost everything, but they don’t know about the november incident. nico doesn’t know about that or her ex-boyfriend. no one else comes close enough to care. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ previously: tatum and owen bellfleur. eventually: amari kent, charles argent and kali laghari. post-meet, she wants to be close to allison and the hales, but she’s also mildly afraid that they hate her. they’d have good reason to. as of now, she isn’t close to any of them. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ amari. because amari will always blame her for what happened that day and jude will always skin her knees trying to make up for it. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ when it comes to the four horsemen of the apocalypse ( a title that no one can take from her, she is not taking any criticism on this topic ), they can all save themselves. but she has chosen amari every time, and she’ll continue to do so.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟒.     ›     kali kaira laghari.

► species ➔ she doesn’t fucking know. ► biological age ➔ 241. ► weight ➔ 121 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′6″ ► build ➔ lithe. much like amari, she has a bit of muscle, but it’s not much. ► disabilities ➔ none. the whole ‘seeing and hearing ghosts’ thing can be a bit debilitating, but she’s learned to work past that. ...learning. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ if she needs a weapon, she will use whatever she can get her hands on, proficiently or not. but she prefers to stick to the sidelines. ► skills ➔ she hasn’t discovered all of this yet, but aside from seeing and communicating with ghosts, she can bring them back to life, regardless of how long they’ve been dead. will also be able to banish ghosts or give them the peace to move on. can also go full poltergeist when her body reaches a certain level of exhaustion. ► weaknesses ➔ as far as she discovers... nothing? her body is still human, so it has the same weaknesses, except that she cannot die. even if you snap her neck, it’s the equivalent of going to sleep. burn her to a crisp and she just regenerates. chop her up and scatter the pieces, she regenerates. doesn’t save her from pain, but it does save her from death, so. yay. also, salt doesn’t work, for whatever reason. mountain ash does. ► worst habits ➔ she tries to deal with everything on her own. she also doubts her own worth in the pack and in the world far more than she should. ► nervous tics ➔ she fiddles with the throwing knife charlie gave her. ► sexuality ➔ pansexual, in theory.  ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ she’s trying to be. ► are they angry? ➔ in a lot of ways, yes. ► are their parents still married? ➔ her parents are deceased. ► happiest memory? ➔ the night of the ball, when she and rohan danced again. she’d waited two hundred years to be able to dance with her brother again. and for it to be such a euphoric night? unbeatable. ► worst memory? ➔ she has a hard time choosing one. ► biggest regret? ➔ she regrets falling in love as a child. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ lived long enough for amari to regain her own life. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ morally speaking, killing valack. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ it would be incredibly difficult to pick one thing, when so many awful things have happened over the course of her lives. ► what scares them the most? ➔ being abandoned. to get deeper into that, she has this fear that her worth ends with amari’s life. now that amari is living on her own again, there is no need for kali anymore. does the pack care what happens to her, now that she isn’t serving as an incubator for someone else? why should they? and if they don’t, what’s stopping them from cutting her off? realistically, she knows that’s all ridiculous, but she has always only been a voice in someone else’s head. it’s hard to think anything else. ► who have they left behind? ➔ no one. ► who would they kill for? ➔ amari. any of this pack, truly. but amari needs her protection more than anyone else. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ the cult that cursed her in the first place. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ all of the girls she embodied but could not save. ► who scares them the most? ➔ no one. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “you will not exorcise me, aldridge!” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ nowhere that still exists. ► hair color ➔ black. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ october 30, i’m still not doing math. ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ winter. ► morning or afternoon ➔ morning. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ no. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ the last relationship she was in personally ended with death. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ no. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ no. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ iced tea. ► cats or dogs ➔ cats. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ no. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ yes, sans elliot. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ no. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ she vocally cannot stand elliot. but no, she does not hate anyone, secretly or otherwise. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ she wants to. she is not sure how anyone feels about her. ► who is their best friend? ➔ charles argent. eventually, amari kent and judith argent are added to that list. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ charlie. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ aside from her brother, elliot and iliana, charlie. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ elliot. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ all of the listed members could save themselves perfectly well without her martyrdom.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟓.     ›     kira fuyuko yukimura.

► species ➔ thunder kitsune. ► biological age ➔ 22. ► weight ➔ 120 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′4″. ► build ➔ she’s very petite. as much as she wants to fight it, she is among the tiniest members of the pack. ► disabilities ➔ physically, none. mentally, she has a lot of anxiety and trauma that she refuses to acknowledge but needs to work through. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ her katana. the fox is a backup plan. ► skills ➔ electric manipulation, for one thing. also has insanely fast reflexes. can beat anyone’s ass in a fight, size be damned. ► weaknesses ➔ she’s so awfully clumsy and awkward. ► worst habits ➔ suppressing her traumas for the sake of not being a burden on allison’s shoulders. ► nervous tics ➔ she bites her lip. ► sexuality ➔ lesbian. ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ most of the time. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ yes. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day she came back to beacon hills. even if it was in the middle of a bad time, she needed to be home again. it was also when she met gwen, and she’s very thankful that she did. ► worst memory? ➔ the day someone assaulted her at the train station. ► biggest regret? ➔ not being able to protect herself that day. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ moved to beacon hills. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ dated a mermaid. that was... an adventure. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ see ‘worst memory.’ ► what scares them the most? ➔ being weak. ► who have they left behind? ➔ her friend, eden. ► who would they kill for? ➔ anyone in this pack. her parents. eden. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ realistically, she should say peter or deucalion or kate. honestly, she wants to say train station guy. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ cora, she thinks. ► who scares them the most? ➔ any guy that she doesn’t know. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ nothing in particular. that said, she can always call up her parents on the phone, so it isn’t like they’re out of touch or anything. SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ manhatttan in new york city, new york. ► hair color ➔ black. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ october 2, 1997. ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ winter. ► morning or afternoon ➔ afternoon. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ no. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ she did. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ yes. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ no. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ iced tea. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ so often. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ she’d call it weird, but not messed up. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ cora hale, iliana khepri, gwen delaney, liam dunbar. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ cora and iliana. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ surprisingly, scott. the two of them butt heads a lot back in high school, for no particular reason. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ please. if anything, cora and iliana would have to save her, never the other way around.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟔.     ›     liam stephen dunbar.

► species ➔ werewolf. ► biological age ➔ 20. ► weight ➔ 145 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′8″. ► build ➔ very athletic, slightly more muscular than thin. ► disabilities ➔ physically, none. mentally, there’s the intermittent explosive disorder and the severe attachment issues to get through. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ his fists. he’s also not against weaponizing his i.e.d. ► skills ➔ werewolf-typical strength, with the advantage of being sturdier enough to take harder hits and keep going. he’s one hell of a fighter. also has the best grasp on which pack mate is feeling what out of the betas. his sense doesn’t hold a candle to scott’s, but aside from him, liam is the most finely tuned to each pack member. ► weaknesses ➔ like all werewolves, there’s that whole wolfsbane issue that they all seem happy to ignore. he’s also incredibly weak for all of his pack members and gets frantic at the thought of any of them being in danger. ► worst habits ➔ he is the king of lashing out. ► nervous tics ➔ he plays lacorsse. ► sexuality ➔ he keeps telling the pack he’s straight, but he’s been attracted to guys before. has dated a guy. granted, that ended badly, but it still happened. ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ literally always. ► are their parents still married? ➔ yes. ► happiest memory? ➔ not to sound cliché, but the night of the ball. dancing with gwen was probably the greatest thing he’s ever gotten to do and he wouldn’t trade that memory for anything in the world. ► worst memory? ➔ he’ll never say it, but the memory of theo trying to claw his own eyes out still fucks with him. not in any seriously damaging capacity, but that is one hell of a thing to come back from. ► biggest regret? ➔ dating fucking garrett. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ calling scott the second gwen remembered the dread doctors. letting her see the book in the first place was a colossal fuck-up, but all’s well that ends well, right? ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ it was a few months before everyone moved away for college and liam wasn’t handling the incoming change well. he wanted scott to fight back, to make them stay. of course, he knew that scott would never do it and he knew why, but he was afraid of being left behind and afraid of being an omega. he was pissed that scott wasn’t trying to keep the pack together and he lost control. broke a couple of scott’s bones, damn near killed him. it didn’t get that far, because the rest of the pack eventually caught on and stopped him. he knows scott let it happen, because the guy didn’t even fight back. and the worst part is that he knows scott would’ve let him kill him, if it had gotten to that point. scott was never even mad at him. he just hugged liam for a really long time, once all of his wounds healed up. it was undoubtedly the most fucked up thing liam had ever done, and scott was fine with it. i’m glad it was me, he’d said. you needed to let it out. i’m glad it was me and not someone else. liam still wishes it were someone else; no one else would’ve just let him hurt them like that. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ his ex-boyfriend threw him in a well of wolfsbane. it wasn’t like garrett was abusive or anything. their relationship was actually pretty cool. then the guy started talking about a deadpool list or some shit, and liam figured that was as good a time as any to break things off. ► what scares them the most? ➔ the idea of losing control and hurting another pack member. ► who have they left behind? ➔ no one, really. ► who would they kill for? ➔ anyone in this pack. and he knows that probably won’t ever happen, but if he needed to kill for this pack, then he would. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ his biological dad really fucked him up when he walked away. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ scott. in every way possible, scott. ► who scares them the most? ➔ himself. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “i get that mason’s the favorite, but i need you two to act like you love me for five minutes.” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ beacon hills, california. ► hair color ➔ brown. ► eye color ➔ green. ► birthday ➔ august 3, 1999. ► gender ➔ cis male. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. ► morning or afternoon ➔ morning. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ he’s scared to say yes. but maybe? he has no idea. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ no. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ he did. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ no. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ a little. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ no. who the fuck would be that interested in him? ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ lust. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ iced tea. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ wild night out. ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ yes. he and his dad banter day and night, but he loves his family. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ hell yes, he would. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ mason hewitt, gwen delaney, and katie conrad. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ verbally, fiona. physically, scott. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ them, duh.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟕.     ›     lydia charlene martin.

► species ➔ banshee. ► biological age ➔ 22. ► weight ➔ 130 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′3″. ► build ➔ she’s very petite and curvy. ► disabilities ➔ physically and mentally, none. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ she has a taser, courtesy of allison, but she isn’t a fighter. ► skills ➔ she throws one hell of a party, can fix any wardrobe, can give a good fucking makeover. also a talented artist, but not interested in that kind of thing. banshee-wise, she can sense death. she doesn’t realize it yet, but because she’s part of a pack, her powers are gradually narrowing in on them. she eventually gains the ability to see the pack, wherever they are and whatever they’re doing, if they’re approaching a dangerous situation. she also gains the ability to touch people and get a glimpse of who they are and what their mindscape looks like. ► weaknesses ➔ she is incredibly human, with no fighting skills. and her banshee abilities can render her useless, if they overwhelm her. ► worst habits ➔ pretending things don’t get to her. ► nervous tics ➔ she chews on her pens. ► sexuality ➔ she’s only ever been with jackson, but she’s self-aware enough to know that she’s probably bisexual. ► are they single? ➔ nope. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ yes. ► are their parents still married? ➔ no. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day of the ball. seeing how happy everyone was for the first time in years and knowing that she did that? the greatest thing she’s ever done. and fuck you, she’s proud of herself for being able to wear that dress again. reclaiming her personhood and her body, that was the boldest and strongest thing she’s ever done. ► worst memory? ➔ the night of winter formal will always be a hard memory to cope with. but the battle of the beast is a strong runner-up. she felt all of her friends brushing death on that night and that wasn’t easy to get over. ► biggest regret? ➔ pushing everyone away for so long. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ putting together the ball for everyone. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ allowed peter to manipulate her. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ peter mauling her. ► what scares them the most? ➔ the idea that peter is still watching her somewhere. the thought that he knew what he was doing when he attacked her and everything that she does is somehow part of his paln. ► who have they left behind? ➔ no one. ► who would they kill for? ➔ this pack. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ peter hale. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ she’s probably hurt a lot of people in her mean girl days. ► who scares them the most? ➔ peter. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “i love you, too, mom.” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ beacon hills, california. ► hair color ➔ strawberry blonde. ► eye color ➔ green. ► birthday ➔ november 9, 1997. ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ winter. ► morning or afternoon ➔ afternoon. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ very much so. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ she’s been in the same relationship for ten years. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ probably. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. lydia commits to everything. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ yes. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ no. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. ► day or night ➔ night. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ no. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ no. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ the only family she has is her mom, so yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ incredibly messed up. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ if lovers don’t count, allison argent and daniel mahealani. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above, plus jackson whittemore. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ jackson. it would be a lie to say they haven’t had rocky days. never anything that they couldn’t come back from, but they have had their rough moments. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ as if any of them would need her to choose for them.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟖.     ›     scott lucas mccall.

► species ➔ werewolf. ► biological age ➔ 22. ► weight ➔ 163 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′10″. ► build ➔ he has a very athletic build, with a mix of muscle and lean. ► disabilities ➔ none. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ he would choose not to fight, but if he must, he chooses his roar. ► skills ➔ alpha-typical abilities, with the addition of sports-given sturdiness and speed. ► weaknesses ➔ he’s not very authoritative, which isn’t good when you’re an alpha. he also can’t deal with a lot of chaos. unless it’s mid-battle, chaos makes him shut down, because his brain gets all panicked and useless. ► worst habits ➔ pretends everything’s okay when he’s hurting, so long as everyone else is doing well. ► nervous tics ➔ he bites his thumb and bounces on his toes. ► sexuality ➔ very bisexual and proud. ► are they single? ➔ no. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ no, thank god. ► happiest memory? ➔ the night he and lucy adopted peach and played mario kart. it might’ve been a small moment, int he grand scheme of things, but watching lucy’s face light up when she won a round and watching her realize that games are not violent or bad, they’re just fun was undoubtedly the greatest moment of his life. ► worst memory? ➔ the day matt shot him in front of his mom.  ► biggest regret? ➔ not being able to protect his pack from everything. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ saving all of the animals that have come across his table and saving peach. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ became alpha. it wasn’t his choice, and he knows it’s supposed to mean that he’s earned it. but it feels like a huge waste on him, considering he can’t lead. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ when peter bit him. he’s grown to love the life that he has now, but it still wasn’t his choice. ► what scares them the most? ➔ the thought that he can’t save his pack. ► who have they left behind? ➔ no one. ► who would they kill for? ➔ scott knows he could never kill anyone, but if he absolutely needed to kill to save someone else, he would. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ peter hale. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ his mom. and in a lot of ways, he’s hurt liam. ► who scares them the most? ➔ a lot of people scare him. peter, more than anyone else, but that’s a fear he’s taking to the grave. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ “hi, mom!” SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ beacon hills, california. ► hair color ➔ black. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ september 23, 1997. ► gender ➔ cis male. ► summer or winter ➔ summer. ► morning or afternoon ➔ afternoon. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ yes. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ before lucy, his last relationship was honestly a slight and secret fling with danny that they just let die once scott realized how much he liked lucy. before danny, there was allison and that was sort of a mutual decision. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ he hopes not. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ not that he knows of. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ yes. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ he loves all animals. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ romantic night in. ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ yes. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ yes. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ yes. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ he gets along with his mom, doesn’t think about his dad. he has a stepsister that he doesn’t really talk to, just because he’s so estranged from his dad’s side of the family. they were amicable when they were kids, though he did lightly bully her. he gave her the nickname mumbles when they were kids and that’s probably why the universe is so mean to him. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ well, yeah, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love his life. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no way. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ mieczysław stilinski, allison argent and derek hale. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ stiles and lucy. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ verbally, derek and kira. physically, liam. also erica and jackson, purely due to the kanima saga. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ he’d choose the pack over himself any day of the week.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟗.     ›     tatum coretta bellfleur.

► species ➔ human. ► biological age ➔ 19. ► weight ➔ 98 lbs. ► height ➔ 5′5″. ► build ➔ she’s very petite and fragile. ► disabilities ➔ none. ► weapon(s) of choice ➔ she’s a pacifist, but if she has to choose a weapon, let it be her brain. ► skills ➔ she can build anything, given enough time. also has an eidetic memory now, for better or worse. is also a very fast learner. ► weaknesses ➔ she doesn’t consider herself, when it comes to risks. she’s far too willing to die, even though there’s no reason to. she doesn’t want to die and has no intentions of harming herself, but she also doesn’t see the harm in dying, if it saves others. ► worst habits ➔ instead of acknowledging when things bug her, she just smiles and bears it. has resulted in a lot of contained anger that she doesn’t deal with. ► nervous tics ➔ she tinkers with mechanics. ► sexuality ➔ pretty damn gay. ► are they single? ➔ yes. ► are they happy? ➔ yes. ► are they angry? ➔ no. ► are their parents still married? ➔ she doesn’t have parents. ► happiest memory? ➔ the day amari regained her own life. ► worst memory? ➔ a teacher at her high school, mr. finley, tried to cop a feel. when she said no, he pushed her down the stairs. it was an accident, but it was still messed up. luckily, amari did not mind getting revenge. ► biggest regret? ➔ being a burden on amari and owen. ► best thing they’ve ever done? ➔ asked katie to fix her memory. ► worst thing they’ve ever done? ➔ ruined amari’s life. gotten amari killed. ► worst thing that’s ever been done to them? ➔ a lot of bad things have happened to tatum, but none of them really bother her anymore. the worst might be the mr. finley situation. he was creepy for a while, but she overlooked it because she liked his class. nothing ever happened, but she realizes that she was preyed on and it sucks to think that someone took advantage of her that way. ► what scares them the most? ➔ the idea that she’s always going to be a burden on her brother. ► who have they left behind? ➔ jude, even if it was an accident. ► who would they kill for? ➔ tatum could never kill. ► who has hurt them the most? ➔ her biological mother. in trying to protect tatum, she ruined her life. ► who have they hurt the most? ➔ owen and amari. ► who scares them the most? ➔ no one really scares her. ► if they could say one thing to their family right now, what would it be? ➔ probably another apology, but she’s trying to stop that. SEVEN FACTS ► ‘birth’ place ➔ beacon hills, california. ► hair color ➔ brown. ► eye color ➔ brown. ► birthday ➔ december 21, 2000. ► gender ➔ cis female. ► summer or winter ➔ winter. ► morning or afternoon ➔ morning. EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► are they in love? ➔ not yet, but she’s willing to fall. ► do they believe in love at first sight? ➔ yes. ► who ended their last relationship? ➔ she’s never been in a relationship. ► have they ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ probably. ► are they afraid of commitments? ➔ no. ► have they hugged someone within the last week? ➔ yes. ► have they ever had a secret admirer? ➔ not that she knows of. ► have they ever broken their own heart? ➔ no. SIX CHOICES ► love or lust ➔ love. ► lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade. ► cats or dogs ➔ dogs. ► a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ few best friends. ► wild night out or romantic night in ➔ wild night out. ► day or night ➔ day. FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS ► been caught sneaking out? ➔ no. ► fallen down/up the stairs ➔ no. ► wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ no. ► wanted to disappear? ➔ yes. FAMILY ► do they and their family get along?  ➔ yes. ► would they say they have a “messed up life”? ➔ no. ► have they ever ran away from home? ➔ no. ► have they ever gotten kicked out? ➔ no. FRIENDS ► do they secretly hate one of their friends? ➔ no. ► do they consider all of their friends good friends? ➔ yes. ► who is their best friend? ➔ alicia boyd, amari kent and owen bellfleur. ► who knows everything about them? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’re closest to? ➔ see above. ► pack mate they’ve fought the most? ➔ no one. tatum doesn’t fight anyone. ► if forced to choose between their life and that of their closest pack mate, who would they save? ➔ them. every single time.

[sssuperbartola]

The “App store”

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I’m pretty much random with this little thing I wrote, but I couldn’t resist after looking at @ jafndaegur’s little comic strip of a funny AU with not so modern Sesshomaru and the battle with the “app store”.

Anyway, I wanna first thank @meggz0rz for having been my proofreader for most of the fic, although I’m gonna post it without too much attention bc meh too lazy sksksks. This is a fic for a ludicrous purpose, I did it because I was really interested in a situation with Sesshomaru being a chill af dude in modern clothes but with the mentality of a dad when it comes to smartphones lmao.

All the credits for this idea go to @mmhinman, who suggested the idea first, and to @jafndaegur, who first came up with this little piece of art. Without further introduction, enjoy the one-shot!

"I was waiting for you two. Please, come in." a towering - and definitely more polite - Sesshomaru greeted from the doorstep of the quarters of a house in central Tokyo. Kagome and Inuyasha first exchanged a brief glance to each other before stepping into the fashionable, yet discrete residence of the Lord of the West. The only difference was that said Lord was not in his usual attire. A simple attire with a light blue button shirt and a pair of blue navy suit trousers were his outfit, whose material, in the eyes of Kagome, could only be described as fancy.

If then, one was to look past the casual look of such latest fashion and moved to the interiors of the house, another considerable surprise would wait: refined marble flooring extending to all the corners of the spacious apartment; a set of leather couches in the very center, together with some simple furniture - black, rigid chairs, a refined low glass coffee table; a kitchen counter with a set of dark stoves and a well-furnished library on the very left of what looked the most redefined apartment Kagome has ever seen.

It didn't surprise her anyway, whose lifestyle in the modern era didn't differ from the daiyouki's - at least, not in the terms of tastes. If anything, what did surprise her the most was the fact that there really was a descendant of the greatest daiyouki currently living in her time, who lived not even that far from her family shrine, on top of that. When she first mentioned Inuyasha’s half-brother during dinner time in her modern home, Mama Higurashi didn’t miss a beat, and told Kagome that what she described as a merciless, powerful demon with long silver hair and a death stare was actually the same person she used to work for some years ago in the fashion industry. When she heard that news, Kagome could barely finish eating before flinging down the bones eaters’ well and rushing to tell her friends her revelation.

“What kinda games are ya playing, you jerk?” he all but blurted when the modern version of his half-brother stepped aside to let them in. Sesshomaru frowned in hearing those harsh words, confused by that sudden question, too.

“Inuyasha! He was just welcoming us inside, he did nothing wrong.” said Kagome, not wanting to start with the wrong foot - only the Kami knows what could go wrong with those two together.

“Keh! If I know anything about this guys, is that kindness is not really his strong point.”, he replied, not too convinced by this whole act. ‘Not only do I have to deal with his asshole version in my time, but I also have this pompous one to deal with!’ he thought, his trademark scowl never leaving his features. He had been the first one to tell Kagome that dealing with another Sesshomaru was not a good idea, the first reason being he already hated the original version with all his might, and so he wasn’t very optimistic with them going to pay a visit. After a heated discussion between him and the young girl, they finally came to a compromise which made the two parts agree to visit Sesshomaru number two: Kagome and Inuyasha would go visit him once to ask if he knew anything about how to defeat Naraku; if the mission failed, they would never ask for him again. With that set, the following day Inuyasha went to Kagome’s era and to her home to pick her up, and, after a robust breakfast and saying goodbye, they went off in search of said daiyouki 2.0. After a whole half day spent looking up on the Internet, they managed to find his location and even made a phone call to check if he was still living there. Surprisingly enough, he was and had no problem with them coming over.

“Well, you can’t know that for sure, he’s not like the Sesshomaru we know.” “How can ya be that sure?! As far as I’m concerned, this is the first time for you too! He couldda been the same as 500 years ago!” he interjected, now even more unsure about the whole situation.

“I am quite surprised as well, Inuyasha” Sesshomaru finally spoke, “it’s not usual to meet your brother from 500 years ago in this timeline. However, I should not be too much shocked, since I knew this day was coming. I know you may have several questions to ask, so let’s not wait time standing here, let’s have a seat”. Once more, he gestured to the couple to come inside and, eventually, Kagome stepped into the apartment, followed by a more reluctant dog boy. Once the door was closet, Sesshomaru walked past them and went straight to the little couch in the middle of the room, not bothering to see if the two other people were following him.

As they stepped into the well-furnished area which was the living room, the pair had then a more clear vision of the place: several tall, narrow windows surrounded the entirety of the room, allowing the exterior light to brighten the apartment. On the left side, Kagome noticed a staircase ascending to what could have been a second floor, and, just below that, an underpass stocked with books, lamps, and some glass boxes with all sorts of objects.

The trio soon reached the couch and immediately sat down, Sesshomaru on the Celestine couch facing Kagome and Inuyasha.

“If I may, could I offer you some refreshments? Some tea, perhaps?” Sesshomaru proposed with all the calm in the world; “Okay, who the hell are you and what happened to that arse of my brother?!” “Inuyasha!” “What?? This is not what I’m used to in my time, I have to literally fight this guy every time I see him, it’s fucking weird to see him so…mellow!” Inuyasha growled back at her, while Sesshomaru heaved an exasperated sigh. This was going to be an intense afternoon.

“We can’t keep this up, Inuyasha, we came here for a reason, so try to behave a little; we need as much information as we can get.”

“Humph! I ain’t got that much of trust in that. What makes you think he will help us anyway?”

“Well, we only have to try!”

“Pardon me,” Sesshomaru eventually intervened into the couple’s bickering “but as a matter of fact, I am here, right in front of you. This is proof that I survived the fight against Naraku centuries ago, isn’t it? Therefore, you can trust me and my pieces of advice, since I already experienced what will happen in the past. Confiding to my words or not is your choice and yours only.” He calmly stated to them, slowly coming forward, his elbows resting atop of his expensive trousers. Kagome and Inuyasha carefully thought over his speech and, after several seconds of silence, the daiyouki spoke again. “I am aware of my position towards you and your group of friends, but you cannot deny the fact we are fighting the same battle, and that our discordances should be kept to ourselves for the greater good. I am simply answering your call of help, nothing more, nothing less” he reasoned “I cannot try any advantage from this; as you can well see, I have my own life right here and I have never bothered interfering with yours. The only ones who will gain something from this are you.”

He finally concluded, leaning back in the small sofa and regarding them both, giving them time to think about what to do.

Visibly amused by this behavior, Kagome didn’t really have anything to argue against his words: they were in need of help, whatever the source would be, and he was not pushing them away like his older- or younger? - version used to do. She glanced over to Inuyasha, the only one who could have to say something about it since she was still determined to keep going with this path. He still kept his arms folded into his haori and never once broke eye contact with his brother. One could say he wanted to see where the other would go with all of his talking, but the truth was, he had nothing to use against him at this moment. The fights against Naraku were getting harder and harder, Kagome’s spiritual powers were barely preventing the most damaging attacks, and, on top of that, his swords skills were still lacking the strength he required. There was not that much to do if not trying any other options, of that he was well aware of, but what really threw him off what the fact they were getting aid from none other than his half-brother. The last person he could think of. Well, there was no turning back now, wasn’t it?

“Alright, I’ll listen to what you have. But I’m doing it because I trust Kagome, not you.” he finally said. The girl in question heaved a sigh of relief, although she couldn’t help the little smile that appeared on her lips at hearing how much the hanyou relied on her.

“Very well, I will try to support you in what I can.” the dog demon replied. “However, I believe it was the Miko who wanted to share an idea of hers.”, his attention now focused on the young girl next to his hanyou brother, who turned his head towards her as well. Kagome suddenly lit up as she remembered the purpose of this visit “Oh, right! I wanted to propose a solution to keep up as much updated as possible with each other, even when far away”.She then took the little purse she usually carries around when going into the city and rummaged inside to look for what then appeared to be three tiny metallic objects, all of the same dimensions. She gave one to both Inuyasha and Sesshomaru, each one frowning at the strange article in their hands. Inuyasha, more confused than anyone else, also sniffed the metal piece of futuristic technology and tried poking it to attain any sorts of reaction from it.

“So” Kagome started “I was thinking that regardless of the info Sesshomaru can give us, maybe we could use his help not only to take notes for our journey but also keeping us in constant contact while traveling the Feudal era. This way, even if we’re separated by time, Sesshomaru can still warn us from afar using this!” she explained while gesturing to the tiny piece of metal in her hands. Both demons looked at each other and then at the girl in front of them, but only Inuyasha asked “Uh, that’s really cool, but...what exactly is this thing?” he skeptically asked, looking down at the rectangular thing.

“This is a smartphone.”, she simply stated, but before she could explain further, Sesshomaru held up his hand before his face as a sign to stop Kagome from talking. He then lowered it down and, with what Kagome could describe as a mix of smugness and composure, he went “This Sesshomaru is okay. Just explain to this ignorant who I presume has never seen one before.” That affirmation earned him a bewildered expression from the girl and one of hate from the half-demon. ‘So that’s where he kept his true attitude, uh’ Kagome mustered with herself, while Inuyasha was ready to start a fight again. “Just what the hell do you think-!” “Okay! No bickering you two, let’s just move on!” Kagome interjected before the catastrophe; Inuyasha regarded a hard look to his brother, while Sesshomaru simply focused again to the girl. “Oh God...ok, since you’re already familiar with this gadget, Sesshomaru, I will tell you how I intend to use it.” Sesshomaru nodded slightly, then Kagome proceeded “First: go to the App store”. After she said so, Sesshomaru nodded again.

Then stood up to his feet, took his jacket which rested on the back of the sofa, and started getting dressed as if to go out.

Kagome just looked more confused.“Uh...why are you getting up?”

Sesshomaru looked at her, as if what he was doing wasn’t already obvious enough “Woman, you said to go to the App store. We’re going to the App store.”

As if suddenly called on, Inuyasha stood as well “Yeah, Kagome. If we need to go to this store we better hurry. Let’s go already” Quite pleased to have the support of his half-brother, Sesshomaru then turned again to Kagome “Woman, is this “App store” far away?”.

Kagome’s eyes went wide with surprise. It was a miracle she didn’t fall from off the chair at that statement.

Yep, this is going to be a loooong afternoon...

[eccentriccowboy]

Assassin// pt. 1

Synopsis: ‘To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before’ inspired story where y/n and her best friends Luke, Calum, Ashton, and Michael compete in a game of Assassin.

you do not need to have read TATBILB to get this, it’ll be explained. But basically assassin is like tag where you have a specific target, but someone else is also targeting you. The game occurs in all hours in all places, unless otherwise disclosed as a safe zone. If you get tagged you are eliminated while the person who tagged you takes your target, tracking and chasing each other until there is one survivor.

Pairing: Slow burn relationship between bestfriend!Luke and Y/N (seems to be my specialty huh)

Warnings: swearing probably knowing me. also i didnt proofread this

Word Count: 1.7 k

Notes: i finally had time to write today bc school was cancelled today because of a hurricane warning WOOP WOOP I MIGHT DIE BUT AT LEAST I WONT HAVE MATH HOMEWORK.

*****

Rules:

1. Every house/apartment and workspace is a safe zone for all players.

2. A player is only eliminated when both the tracker’s hands are rested somewhere on the target’s body.

3. You can only kill your target, you can make alliances with someone, but you cannot make the kill for them.

4, Alliances are per round(until you/your alliance get out one or both of your target). After that you must either go separate ways or you can negotiate another alliance.

5. Winner gets to ask whatever they want of one of the losers.

6. No hard feelings and definitely no sore losers.

*****

“I’m not leaving my house, that’s how I’ll win,” Luke decided. Before you could correct him on how awful of a plan that was, he realized his mistake. “Wait, no, shit, that wouldn’t work,” he furrowed his eyebrows, clearly conflicted on what to do. 

“Don’t even bother coming up with a plan, I’ll get you out before you come up with step one,” Michael bragged. You rolled your eyes at that one.

“You shouldn’t be talking, mister. Remember last year when you were first out?” you smugly chided.

Michael’s face fell for a moment, before deciding to tease you back.

“Hey, at least I’ve won a year,” he remarked, subtly reminding you of how through the 15 years of playing Assassin with your four childhood best friends, you’ve never won once. “Four, actually,” he smirked, before getting off your couch to head to the fridge.

“Think you’re forgetting almighty Ashton over here, mates,” Ashton said, including himself in the conversation. He stood up from his seat on the couch and raised his hands in the air, pretending like a crowd was chanting his name. “Ashton, Ashton, Ashton...” he mumbled jokingly.

You giggled at your foolish friend’s behaviour. “You won’t even know what hitcha this time. I’m telling ya this is my year,” you nodded your head, not sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

Luke smiled at you, always the optimist. Luke had won the least amount of games over the years, besides you. He has only ever won twice, whereas Michael has won four, Calum’s won three, and Ashton has remained reigning champ with six wins.

“Never late for a comeback, Y/N,” Luke slung his arm around you casually, rubbing your shoulder. You hoped to dear god he couldn’t hear your heartbeat quicken as you leaned in to his embrace.

You don’t honestly know when you developed feelings for Luke, you just know they weren’t good. You have been friends with him since first grade, it’s not like you can throw away such a valuable friendship for a stupid relationship that wouldn’t ever work.

Instead, you calmed down your heartbeat as best as you could and hugged Luke back, accepting the fact a relationship would never work. It was a sweet moment, though, embracing Luke no matter your relationship status

“Can’t make a comeback when you can’t even win once!” Michael yelled from the kitchen, ruining the moment. You sighed, before getting up from the couch to grab a piece of paper and a pen to write the names on.

“Where ya goin’?” Luke asked, missing your warm embrace.

“Gotta write the names down somewhere,” you replied, opening your desk drawer. 

“Thought we were gonna wait ‘til Calum gets here,” he questioned.

You shrugged. “Gonna get a head start. Also wanna rig it so I get Michael’s name first.”

*****

Once Calum had arrived, you had already prepared the pieces of paper in a large hat for you guys to pick from. 

“Ready to be beaten to ground, losers?” Michael started again.

“No time for smack talk, let’s just get this over with so I can win,” you said. You shook the hat to scramble the papers, then one at a time you each selected a paper.

You grabbed the last paper, holding it close to your chest where no one but you could see what it said.

‘Michael”.

You tried your best to keep a straight face, while analyzing your competitor’s expressions. Calum and Luke both had on poker faces, while Ashton and Michael smirked at their slip of paper.

“Well this is gonna be fun,” Ashton remarked.

*****

You wanted to wait a while to kill Michael, as you basically had all the time in the world. Hell, these games could go on forever. In 2015, the game last over three months before Calum finally got Michael out.

And the longer you wait, the other guys will start attacking each other and dwindle themselves down, leaving less work for you to do. You just had to stay careful and not get caught by your attacker.

You devised a plan: you would only cook at home or order in for the duration of the game, you’ll switch up the route you drive to work every weekday. Say goodbye to a social life for a while because you aren’t going out anytime soon. But you will keep your eyes open if an opportunity arrises to strike Michael.

It continued like this for a week, and nobody made any moves. Everyone seemed to be keeping to themselves, hiding themselves from the rest. As far as you know, no alliances had been made, either.

As the days passed by and the game remained static, you began to become antsy. You wanted to make a splash, a big move that will shock the other players. It was time to get creative.

By the end of the day, you had a devious plan. The plan took time, persuasion, and dedication, but oh boy would it be worth it when you got Michael out.

*****

You had snuck out of your apartment complex at 3 am last night in hopes your attacker wasn’t watching you. You then got into your car and drove in the dead of night to Michael’s apartment building. 

Now here’s the part of the plan that would take great dedication. You parked your car outside of the apartment complex, far enough away where Michael could not see the car if he looked out one of his windows. You wandered to the back alley behind the building, pepper spray in hand in case the worst was to occur.

With no one around, you grabbed your phone out of your purse and turned the flashlight on, shining it on the floor until you found what you were looking for: the garbage cans. 

You weren’t going to rummage through stranger’s trash, you weren’t insane. But you did merely open the lid and peer into the cans to see what food you might find. And there, laying at the top of the fourth garbage can you checked, were empty cardboard pizza boxes.

Dominoes. Michael’s favourite pizza place.

And there were 5 of them. Enough to last a grown man about a week and a half. Almost as if this mysterious man was living off of delivery pizza instead of going out.

This couldn’t be a coincidence. You knew Michael would be too lazy to cook his own food. Now you just needed to use this information to your advantage.

*****

“Psst!” you whisper shouted to the delivery man standing at the entrance to Michael’s apartment complex, waiting for access.

“Psst!” you whisper shouted a bit louder, finally gaining the man’s attention.

He looked at you, bewildered, his eyes shifting from you to the locked gate then back to you. Finally, he took a few timid steps in your direction, where you were hiding in a bush. 

“Um, yeah?” the man asked, clearly still uncertain about the potentially insane women hiding in a fucking bush.

“I need to ask you a favor,” you put your hands out in front of your body in attempt to show him you were harmless. “Hear me out, okay? I’m playing this game with my friends, it’s called assassin. It’s basically just a harmless game of tag. Your delivering this pizza to 22B, yea?”

The man looked at you skeptically, before murmuring out a yes.

“Okay, well you see, the guy who ordered the pizza, his name is Michael, I’ve got to tag him out. Will you help me out?” you continued before he could say no. “Your part is super simple. All you have to do is tell Michael the gate won’t let you in and see if he will step out to come get it. I can’t get him while he is in his home.”

The man continued to stare at you. “What’s in it for me?”

You shrugged, “Name your price.”

“100 bucks,” he shrugged back.

“50,” 

“60,”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Just make sure he doesn’t see me, and if I don’t get him out, you don’t get paid.”

The man agreed to your terms, then called Michael back. “Hey, man, the electric gate’s giving me a bit of trouble. Do you mind coming downstairs to grab the pizza?” The man listened to Michael’s response, then looked at you and gave you a thumbs up.

“He’s coming down,” he said. You nodded, your heartbeat suddenly picking up. Oh god, what if you mess it up? 

You went back to your position in the bush, close enough to the gate entrance that you could jump out and place both of your hands on Michael easily.

As you waited for your unsuspecting friend to come downstairs, you reflected on the craziness you endured to get here. You stayed up until 3 am just to rifle through stranger’s garbage, for Pete’s sake! You deserved this win already.

Finally, you saw a tall man start walking to open up the gate. “Sorry, man, this happens all the time. I’m surprised it’s taken you this many deliveries this past week for it to finally happen to you,” Michael called out.

“No problem man, less work for me,” the worker chuckled. Michael opened the gate, suddenly distracted with trying to find the proper bills in his wallet. This was your chance. 

You lunged out of the bushes, your hands stretched in front of you. In the corner of Michael’s eye he saw a body of sudden movement, his head turning, but it was too late. Both of your palms landed on his left arm.

“AHA, take that!” You raised your hands in the air in victory. Michael clutched his head in his hands, in disbelief his game was over so soon.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, SHIT!” He uttered.

“What? Got no creative one-liners for this, huh?” You smirked.

“Yea, yea, just have fun with who you’ve gotta get next.”

Your ears perked at that. There’s still four other players blocking your way to victory.

“Who is it?” It was Michael’s turn to smirk now.

“Ashton.”

Well shit.

[kpop-stole-my-sanity]

Weakness // Nakamoto Yuta

Request: “hello my bb girl/boy/whatever you prefer!! could i pls request an angst for any nct member of your choice where they see you again for the first time after not keeping in contact? idk, i understand if you can’t get it done!! love u honey”

Genre: angst

Word Count: 3236

A/N: I am so so so so so sorry this took so long!!! I’ve really been in a writing funk lately, and no matter how hard I tried, the words took super long to find their way onto the page. :(( I think I’m getting out of the funk tho so hopefully I’ll be uploading more soon~~ Also, I’m not really used to writing angst, so so try if this is bad or weird or cringey or something but I TRIED I PROMISE!!  I’ll definitely improve with practice tho, so plz don’t be afraid to request!! :DDDD

P.S. I didn’t proofread so I apologize for any stupid spelling or grammar mistakes !!! + I LOVE YOU TOO :D

(a/n: let’s pretend you live in Japan bc yuta senpai)

“Yuta? Where are you? Yuta!!!”

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest as you felt a hand grip your shoulder from behind. You spun around to see your best friend, whose eyes were twinkling with mischief as his lips curled up to form a wide grin.

“I hate it when you sneak up on me like that.” “I know.” “Where did you even go? I was scared you left me.” “Why? Because you would miss me?~~” “Hah! Not even close! It’s because it’s dark and I’m not trying to get mugged tonight.” “Wow, rude. Maybe I should just run ahead and let you get mugged.”

And with that, he took off, laughing as you struggled to keep up with him. You screamed his name in mock anger, but knew that he would never leave you behind. He eventually feigned exhaustion and slowed down, and the two of you continued home in comfortable silence.

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You woke up groggily to the sound of your alarm blaring across the room. Disheveled, and a little disoriented, you managed to make your way to the outlet where your phone was charging and turned the loud alert off. An audible sigh left your lips as you thought back to the dream you just had.

It’s the asshole’s birthday tomorrow.

You laughed at the irony of it all. This particular memory reminded you of how much faith you once had in him. Never in a million years did you think he would leave you. But he did. One day he was here, the next day he was gone, without a trace. No call, no note, not even a crappy text message to say goodbye. He just left. At first, you were terrified. What if something bad happened to him? Thousands of possibilities ran through your mind––each worse than previous one. But all of that was erased when you talked to Yuta’s neighbor, Ms. Kyoshi, who said that she had seen cardboard boxes being packed into moving trucks just days before. Well, there you had it.  

You wanted to hate him for it, but you could never bring yourself to. Of course you were angry and frustrated, but he had been your best friend for years. Him disappearing so suddenly made you worried more than anything else, and as much as you hated to admit it, you missed him. You couldn’t believe that even after the four years he’d been gone, Nakamoto Yuta was still your weakness.

You were pulled out of your self-loathing when your phone chirped, signaling that you received a message.

Miri: Hey Y/N! Just reminding you that I’m coming to pick you up at 9:30. Be ready!

You checked the time: 7:28. That gave you just enough time to shower, eat breakfast, and double check that you packed everything you needed. Hopefully this trip would distract you from your constant thoughts of Yuta.

“South Korea, here I come!”

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The plane ride from Japan to Korea had been fairly short, and with none of the random delays that you and Miri had prepared for. That left the two of you with the rest of the day in Seoul, and no plans. After arriving at your hotel, you decided to just spend your time walking around the city, perhaps going to Hongdae to experience some of the street life that it was famous for. You found that when on vacation, it was really nice to just “go with the flow” sometimes and not have to keep up with an insanely packed itinerary.

Walking along the streets of Seoul seemed peaceful, despite the bustling of the crowds around you. In fact, the unfamiliar surroundings and large groups of people were what calmed you, keeping your mind off of you-know-who. Every time you or Miri saw a cute store or café you wanted to look at, you didn’t hesitate, using your free time to just browse around. Soon, the two of you found yourselves in a large square with tall buildings and malls. All around, huge ads were flashing on screens, displaying the flawless faces of Korean idols promoting their respective products. You rolled your eyes as you heard Miri squeal.

“Oh my gosh! That’s NCT 127!”

You just hummed in response, not even bothering to look towards the direction she was pointing. You were too distracted by the ice cream stand to your right.

“You know, one of them is from Japan! He’s honestly hella rude.”

“That’s cool.”

Miri scoffed at your dry reply, but continued nevertheless: “His name is Yuta, but he’s not my bias. My bias is Taeyong! He’s the leader and one of the rappers of the group and he’s actually so attractive I cannot-”

But at that point, you had completely tuned her out. As soon as the familiar name escaped her lips, your head snapped towards the ad so quick that you could’ve sworn you almost got whiplash (eheh see what I did there? ;3)

It couldn’t be... could it?

Your eyes frantically scanned the faces of all the members before landing on none other than Nakamoto Yuta.

You felt everything crash around you as huge rushes of emotion rolled through your body. Relief, confusion, frustration, and most of all, anger. Your blood began to boil as you continued to stare at the annoyingly perfect smile you missed for so long. You felt ridiculous for getting mad at the digital image shown on the screen, but he was fine. He seemed to be pretty well off, actually, so what kept him from letting you know where he was and what he was up to?

“Hey, are you okay? Why are you staring at the ad so aggressively?”

You shook your head and just whispered, “Later.” Luckily, she didn’t push, instead nodding in understanding. You let out a dry chuckle. Of all the places you could have visited, you had to visit South Korea. Now, instead of keeping your mind off of Yuta, the trip made you think about him more than ever. You wanted nothing more than to seek him out and scream at him, punch him, kick him, and demand for an explanation. One way or another, you were determined to find Yuta and give him a piece of your mind.

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“WHAT! OH MY GOD! YOU KNEW NAKAMOTO YUTA!”

You sighed and threw a pillow at Miri. “Yes, emphasis on knew. That jerk was my best friend and he just left without saying goodbye.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. I just can’t believe that someone I know, knew someone who I’m watching through computer screens. I didn’t mean to be insensitive.”

You smiled at your friend, signaling that you forgave her. But it was gone as soon as it came as your thoughts returned to Yuta.

“Hey, Miri?” “Yeah, what’s up?” “Do you happen to know where NCT 127 works?” “…yes…why?” “Because Yuta and I need to have a talk.”

To your duress, Miri started squealing, “OH MY GOSH I’M GONNA SEE TAEYONG IN REAL LIFE I’M GOING TO DIE. AHHHH––wait. Y/N, how can you be sure he’s going to talk to you?”

Falling backwards onto the bed, you let out a loud groan. “I don’t know Miri. But if our friendship meant anything to him, he has to speak with me… right?”

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[The Next Day]

It was early…way too early. But in order to make sure that you were in Yuta’s line of sight, you had to get there before the hundreds of crazy fangirls did. You had it all planned out: how you were going to yell out his name, what you were going to say, the hand gestures you were going to use to express your rage––all of it. But as the time passed by, you grew less and less confident.  

“Are we seriously doing this right now?”

Miri’s question mirrored your own thoughts exactly. You bit your lip, unsure about whether or not you should really go through with it. You wanted to follow your plan and boldly call him out, but truthfully, you were nervous. If you were completely honest with yourself, you were actually excited to see him again. It had been years, and you were genuinely curious about how he was doing. Apprehension raced through your veins as your eyes wandered over the sea of fans waiting beside you. The loud bustling that calmed and distracted you earlier was now only igniting your anxiety. Did you really want to have your confrontation so publicly? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…

“I don’t know, Miri, maybe we should just le–”

You were cut off by loud squeals emerging from every direction. Instinctively, your eyes lifted as you saw a row of tall, lean bodies exit the van that just pulled up. You couldn’t see their faces yet, but decided that you wanted to run away before that could happen. Tugging on Miri’s shirt, you tried to tell her that it was time to go. Unfortunately, she too was encapsulated by the presence of the idols and failed to notice. You were out of time. You tried to push yourself further into the rowdy crowd, but with so many fans trying to get closer to the front, there was no use. Your early awakening didn’t seem like such a good idea now.

Desperate, you made a last-ditch attempt to hide behind Miri as the idols moved closer, but it was too late. With the turn of your head, you made direct eye contact with Yuta. You felt your body go rigid, staring at the so-familiar yet so-different person in front of you. Yes, it was your childhood best friend, Nakamoto Yuta, but he was slimmer, his facial features were more defined, and his hair was now a light brown. For a second, you let your guard down, expression softening into one of awe. But when you saw the look of recognition on his face––the wide eyes and parted lips––your anger returned once again (ANOTHAA ONE EHEH ;D). His mouth moved to form the syllables of your name.

“Y/N?”

Waves of heat cascaded over you, burning up your face and fueling your anger. If you didn’t know better, you would have claimed that steam was blowing out from your ears. The words you had prepared so intently were long forgotten.

Fuming, you let the first thought that came to mind escape your lips, tone so cold that it sent shivers down Yuta’s spine: 

“Happy birthday, asshole.”

With that, you turned and stormed away. You could hear Miri shouting your name, but you ignored her, feeling the need to be alone for a while. The anger that had consumed you just moments before slipped away into nothingness. Tears that you didn’t know you were holding back started to fall as you recalled the look on his face. He clearly remembered you, and yet he never made an effort to contact you. Did you really mean that little to him?  He was following his dream––you would have understood that. Did he have so little faith in you?

Questions and doubts flooded your brain as you slowly trudged back to the hotel.

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When you finally made it, a worried Miri greeted you at the front door.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I was literally freaking out. One second you were next to me giving death stares to Yuta, the next you were two blocks away and turning all these random corners. I thought you got lost or something!”

You let out a weak chuckle and held up your phone, “Google Maps, remember?”

“Okay, yes, technology is wonderful but still~~you can’t do that to me!” She paused briefly before continuing: “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. I thought I just wanted to confront him, but seeing him today made me realize that he’s probably better off without me. If I mattered at all to him, he would have put in the effort to contact me. I just want to enjoy this vacation and go home like nothing happened.”

Rather than the words of encouragement you expected, Miri stayed silent. Curious, you looked up at her, only to be met with the nervous lip chewing that she did whenever she felt guilty about something.

(a/n: please excuse the caps, I honestly just didn’t know how to express the volume and franticness of this dialogue any other way lel)

“Miri… what did you do?” “DON’T BE MAD PLEASE! I SWEAR I DIDN’T KNOW YOU FELT THIS WAY BEFORE I INVITED HIM OVER TO––” “YOU WHAT??!!?!” “I’M REALLY SORRY, I THOUGHT YOU STILL WANTED TO YELL AT HIM SO I JUST IMPULSIVELY TOLD HIM WHERE WE WERE STAYING. HE DIDN’T GIVE ME A DIRECT ANSWER THOUGH SO HE STILL MIGHT NOT––“

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“––come…”

Your head dipped down as your fingers went straight to your temples, attempting to rub soothing circles to calm your mind.

This can’t be happening. Please tell me this isn’t happening.

A second series of knocks drew you out of thoughts. A sigh slipped past your lips, “Miri, can you please try to get rid of him? Tell him that I went back to Japan or something; I don’t think i can do this.”

She nodded and immediately turned to answer the door. You could hear the soft dialogue between them, and visibly cringed when Miri actually told Yuta that you flew back to Japan. Unfortunately, to your expectation, Yuta simply pushed passed Miri and began looking for you himself.

“I know you’re in here Y/N. Please, I need to talk to you.”

You couldn’t hold yourself back from snapping, “We have nothing to talk about.”

To your duress, as Yuta entered the room, your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat.

Damn these stupid emotions.

Miri was two steps behind him, an apologetic look plastered across her face. You gave her your, ‘it’s okay’ look, which she answered by mouthing, “I’m gonna leave now.”

Now it was just you two. You could see the guilt in his posture, eyes never moving away from his fidgety hands as he stood silently. Your gaze shamelessly wandered his face as you began to wonder if this was just a twisted dream. It was hard to believe that Nakamoto Yuta was right in front of you. It seemed like ages before he spoke again.

“I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be. I left, I disappeared without a word, I was selfish. But I’m just gonna have to be selfish one more time. As soon as I saw you among the crowds, I knew I had to give you an explanation. You might not want to hear it, but I have to get this off of my chest. I’m sorry. I promise after this, if you decide you never want to talk to me or see me again, I’ll leave you alone.”

His eyes finally lifted up to your face, and he knew he had you. You left out a sigh and nodded.

“When I auditioned for SM, I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t want the people around me to expect too much because I truly did not think I was going to get in. But it happened. One day, they just called me, and next I knew I had to pack all my belongings and move to South Korea. They sent an agent to my house the day after I got the call, and he spent all day for the next three days explaining to me all the terms and conditions. When he wasn’t with me, I was packing or visiting family last minute. It was a mess. It was basically 3 AM when I finally had time for myself, and you were always sleeping by then. So of course, I thought, ‘Hey, why don’t I imitate one of those cheesy movies and write an intimate letter?’ But I, being me, woke up late the day of my flight and forgot to stick the damn thing in your mailbox. God, did I mention it was a whole mess?”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to contain the smile that threatened to break out. You couldn’t help it! Listening to him speak, watching him express himself, you saw the same boy you spent every day with just four years ago.

“Of course you would wait until the last possible minute to give me the letter and forget it.”

Yuta beamed. Hearing one of your sassy, quirky replies again was enough to make his week.

“Exactly! In hindsight, you should have known that I was just being stupid and not disappearing from the face of the Earth.”

You didn’t stop your smile this time.

“Anyways, when I made it to the dorms, they confiscated my cell phone! I asked for it back, but they said it was part of their trainee policy. Obviously I didn’t pay enough attention to the contract when the agent was going over it. But I already signed it so there was nothing I could do about it. I mean, they did let us write letters, but it was only once a month and you already know that my mom would have killed me if I didn’t write to her. The longer and longer it took me to mail a letter to you, the more I thought you’d hate me. I kept making excuses to myself about why I didn’t contact you, but the truth is I was scared you would never want to talk to me again. By the time I finally grew the balls to mail a letter, it was too late. My manager saw the name on the letter and said no.”

“Geez, what does your manager have against me?” you half joked.

“He wasn’t trying to target you specifically. I was already an SMRookie and we were going to debut soon. If anyone found out I was writing to an unknown person... well let’s just say they were afraid of unwanted rumors. Plus, my contract also has this policy about no dating until–”

“Well, what’s that got to do with me?”

“I–”

You couldn’t help but swell with pride when Yuta’s face turned tomato red, a smirk playing on your lips.

“I-I mean, uhm, w-we’re around the same age, ya know? And like... and they could assume? Or, uh.. or something... yeah.”

The mischief that gleamed in your eyes was replaced by a much more lighthearted amusement.

You’re too damn cute for your own good.

“Well, that’s not the point! The point is, I missed you. A lot. And I’d really like to hang out with you again. Please? Maybe grab a coffee or something?”

“And what about the dating rumors? Aren’t you afraid what the company will say?”

“I think it’d be fine if I just explained our friendship. We’ve been idols for a while now. And technically, they can’t stop me anymore because that the time period in which that part of the contract already was valid has already passed.”

You gnawed at your bottom lip, wondering if you should accept his offer. You really did miss him, and seeing him here in front of you, dorky as ever, made you miss him even more. Should you stay strong and let him go? Or abandon your pride have him in your life again? All it took was one look at his puppy dog eyes to convince you to give into your weakness. 

“Ok. Let’s go.”

[kasiopeiae]

Rings of Saturn

A/N: Well, this is it! I’ve been working on this oneshot for the last 3 1/2 months and it’s finally come together, all 22k words of it. I’ve really loved working in this universe, and I hold Phoebe and Harry close to my heart. If you enjoy them too, please let me know. I’d love to write more about them, so please send me a message if there’s anything you’d like to read or know about them. Special shoutout to @haroldsbee for being my cheerleader and proofreader, I wouldn’t have made it without you! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are greatly appreciated. Without further ado, I give you the story of Fratboy and Stargirl.   

[arctic-urpo]

A..ALL of the oc asks for trolly?? ;v; they look so sweet and i couldnt narrow it down sakjdfh

!!! I presume you mean Tolly!! Thank you so much for asking about him, he’s my precious son and I’ve missed him <3

I’ll put this under a cut though bc this will get long x)

1. What is their favorite word

Hmm, I’m not sure he’d have one absolute favorite but I think he likes soft words, like ‘bubble’

2. How do they sleep

He has troubles sleeping and gets bothered by disturbances easily, so he wears that, what is it called, that blindfold-like thing to block out light, and earplugs etc. He sleeps better when he’s in company he finds safe, though.

3. Favorite companion

The closest friend he has is Will, and then of course he loves his eventually-to-be-boyfriend Neal :’) Both are his favorites, just in different ways!

4. What secrets do they keep, untold to anyone?

He’s really, really insecure about his body, he has freckles and moles all around his upper body and he’s chubby, both of which he tries to hide by wearing a lot of baggy clothes. (I wanna make clear that I don’t think these are “ugly” features at all personally but, he was bullied about these at one point and he has a really bad complex about being seen now)

5. How do they feel about magic

Huh… I think he finds it interesting and fun, he loves to read fiction and a lot of his favorite books include magic. I think if he played more games or trpgs he’d play mages (or clerics specifically if those are in the game). 

6. How do they feel about killing 

Bad!! Horrible!! Death is something he really mourns a lot, even with people he never knew, and he cannot comprehend killing someone…

7. How do they feel at night, in silence, all alone?

Lonely and scared. He doesn’t like darkness so he usually goes to sleep early. And while he is mostly introverted and has avoidant personality disorder and finds other people usually stressing, he also struggles with being alone a lot as well. So he’ll just listen to calming music and go to sleep before it gets too late.

8. Tell me about them in a modern AU

Well, he practically does live in modern world, perhaps a bit more advanced than ours. He’s currently a college student, he spends a lot of time hanging out with his friend group and often proofreads essays etc for his friends because he’s good at it (both writing them and editing them - everyone keeps getting surprised how strict he is proofing them when he’s usually kind and calm). He reads a lot of books and magazines on his free time and goes to therapy once a week… 

9. What is their favorite meal

Filled bell peppers! He usually makes them without any meat if he’s making them himself but he’ll eat them any way.

10. What guides them

A wish to be a good influence on the lives of others, which he hugely looks reference for from books and other sorts of fiction. He also wants to get better with his mental illness, and he has gotten really far from where he used to be.

11. What hinders them

His own inability to believe in himself, mostly. He wants to get better and understands kind of what he should do but, he just ends up always backing off because he can’t believe in himself.

12. Do they have hidden talents

As mentioned before, he’s really good with academic text, but that’s not so much ‘hidden’ talent as it is just his talent. He’s also pretty good at giving massages, which many don’t know. He also reads… really fast…. and he’s super fast at sorting. He’s also really good at comforting people, although he doesn’t realize it himself.

13. How do they carry themselves

Hmm… He mostly kind of keeps to himself and tries to take as little space as possible. He seems meek and, well, he is too. He tries to stay out of the way, seem small. He fiddles with his fingers a lot and has a bad posture. 

14. What are their vices

He has hard time gathering determination for anything and in turn loses it really quickly. He gives up on things and doesn’t usually try to pursue things even if they make him happy. He doesn’t say when things make him uncomfortable because he’s so afraid of causing any kind of conflict… In fact, he avoids anything that can lead to conflict, even if sometimes they are things he would need to do.

15. What was a turning point in their life

Meeting Will, probably. While they both struggle with their own mental illnesses, they’ve found a lot of comfort in their friendship and the strength to get better respectively. Will was the first one to know of Tolly’s struggles and he helped Tolly find friends.

16. Do they ascribe to any religion

He’s agnostic, for the most part. Religion is something that confuses him since, well, it’s not something easy to understand.

17. How do they react to trauma

Not well… He carries his trauma with him for long, finding it hard to let go of them. Every single hurtful word will haunt his thoughts for many, many years if not forever. He’s trying to learn not to mind them but, any wounds trauma has caused him always returns to echo in his thoughts.

18. What is their relationship to their parents

These days he has good relationship with them. In the past he had a lot of difficulties, his parents were distant and busy which partially caused his AvPD. They also used to be pretty conservative so he felt scared about coming out for a long time. Anyways once he finally got the courage to talk and start therapy, his relations have gotten a lot better, especially with his mother who is a psychiatrist and has actively tried to right the things she did wrong so far. His father is not that good at these things, but he tries his best.

19. Do they have siblings

He has an older sibling I haven’t yet defined that much, not even their gender identity;; All I know they’re a lot older than Tolly, something like 8-13 years older. They get along with Tolly but work in an another country so they don’t see a lot.

20. Tell me about their love interests

He gets crushes easily, so he has had a lot. He tends to get crushes on gentle and confident people (or at least people who seem confident, he can’t really recognize faked confidence). His current love interest who’ll in the story become his boyfriend is Neal! Neal is asexual, really calm and quiet and good at taking care of others. Tolly also did have a crush on Will but it didn’t really go anywhere.

21. What sexuality/gender suits them

Tolly is completely homosexual and a cisman!

22. Tell me about their body, are they tall, or smol

Tolly is pretty tall (if I remember correctly he was like 6′4″ - 193cm). As mentioned before, he has a chubby stomach but to the point that he can hide it with big clothes, mostly. His legs especially are long. 

23. What is their combat style and weapon of choice

I’m not sure if he’d ever get into combat… If there’s a possibility of magic then that is his choice, especially healing spells. He’d in any cases rather play support, and not hurt others.

24. Do they have any fears/phobias

Strangers, and other people in general. He’s mostly fine with people he has gotten to know and he has gotten better about this so he’s not constantly scared when he’s out somewhere with people, but he still can’t approach people and will avoid places with a lot of people. Also people yelling or being loud in general makes him uncomfortable. He’s afraid of being hated or being thought of as disgusting or gross and especially being called by those words. He is also really, really uncomfortable with sex scenes with a male-female couple.

25. Do they follow their instinct or hard facts

Mostly he goes by his emotions, so instinct. Logic he can approach well in studies etc, but when it comes to his own life and things that affect him, he goes by what his feelings say.

26. How do they cope with sorrow

He shrivels into his shell, isolates himself from others and cries alone a lot. He used to lock himself up in his room, would hardly sleep, and listen to a lot of music. He also ends up in the cycle of not eating and then binge-eating, repeating this again and again.

27. What makes them burst out laughing

Very few things, he doesn’t really show emotions that strongly. Laughing out loud would gather attention after all and his self-esteem gets in the way too and he feels stupid if he laughs loudly. If he’s at home and watching a comedy show alone or with close friends, he’ll laugh a lot though. Just, often it is quiet and muffled since he covers his mouth when he laughs.

28. Tell me about their grooming routine

He takes a shower every morning and makes sure to dry his hair soon after with a hairdryer. He also lotions his face daily and his body once a week. 

29. What makes them blush

Oh, gosh, many things. He blushes really easily, especially from either embarrassment or being flustered. Being complimented, mocked, making mistakes, seeing his crush, sometimes just talking with his friends… 

30. What makes them cry

Getting mocked or shamed for something, or in general feeling like he’s stupid or has embarrassed himself. He’ll also cry really easily at animal videos that are even a bit emotional

31. Tell me about their aesthetic

Books. A lot of books. Also winter clothes and snow, small and comfy apartments, pictures of the sky.

32. If they had a tumblr, what would they post 

He’d probably mostly use it to reblog things, like pictures he found pretty or things about the books he has read or series he has watched. Not really anything too involved, just nice looking things. Perhaps some occasional pictures of his life, especially study things :>

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Ensemble Stars Event Translation: Magical Halloween WITCH CRAFT Part 2

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This is a collab project between me and my friend Dreamy! She worked really hard to proofread this chapter quickly so it could get out today so go thank her!

UNDEAD and 2wink have just finished their Live and it’s about time for Switch to take the stage. Before that though, Tsumugi reveals his true colors as a Rei fanboy while Natsume looks on in disgust. Natsume never changes does he.

[Halloween Party Stage Floor S]

Hinata: Whew, I'm exhausted~!

Yuta: Ditto ~ I can't move even a single finger… As expected, keeping up with "UNDEAD" is hard labor, huh? Those people are absurd after all.

Hinata: But you know, don't you feel like we were able to keep up with them even better than we expected? Soon enough we might be able to surpass the others rather than just keeping the pace ♪

Yuta: Fufufu ♪ We were with our upperclassmen just now so we let them look good~ But once next year comes around, we won't have to hold back anymore, huh?

Hinata: From then on it'll be our era~ Right, Yuta-kun? ♪

Yuta: Yup, yup. I'm looking forward to it, Aniki~♪

Rei: Come, come, beloved children... Do not murmur such restless things. The next act will be stuck if you remain here, so it would be best if you yield the stage to them.

If you cannot move, I shall carry you ♪  

Hinata: Yay, we're saved~ As expected of Sakuma-senpai. So powerful~♪

Yuta: This guy sure is energetic at night… Not to mention it seems like something good happened as well?

Rei: Indeed. Tonight is truly like a miracle. After ages and ages, Ritsu said to me, "Onii-chan ♪ I love you ♪" after all ☆

Yuta: No, I heard the first part but he didn't say "I love you ♪" right?

Hinata: I heard it~ "Onii-chan's" can always understand the inner voice of our "little brothers" after all!

I can always hear Yuta-kun's "I love you ♪" I love you too ☆

Yuta: Aniki, how about you go to an ear clinic?

Sora: Hina-cha~n! Yuu-cha~n!

Hinata: Ah, Sora-kun! Happy Halloween~♪

Yuta: What's with that greeting… Next up is Harukawa-kun and the others' performance, huh?

Sora: Yes! "Valkyrie" is very particular about a lot of things so it'll be difficult to do a continuous performance, but since we did a lot of joint practice together, it'll be fine!

HaHa~ Tonight we'll give birth to a miracle once again~♪

Rei: Ohh, you are a lively child as always. It reminds me of myself in my youth. There, there ♪

Sora: Wah, my pointy hat will come off so rubbing my head is no good!

Natsume: He's riGHT, Rei-nii-san.

Nii-san is the type of vampire that saps vitality through contact so be mindFUL of that. I don't want to get tired beFORE the Live.

Rei: Ohh, Sakasaki-kun is adorable as well, aren't you~? You're a young witch ♪

Natsume: I'm just a simple “wizard” is ALL, not a "witch" nor a "girl," alRIGHT........ Wai-- I said, don't rub my HEAD!

Rei: Hmph, you are as crabby as always. I become excited immediately after a Live, someone should do some skinship with me~♪

Hinata: You have us, Senpai~♪

Yuta: Yup, yup ♪ And besides, you shouldn't bother those who are about to do a Live, right?

Rei: I suppose it cannot be helped...

Oh, ain't this rare? Tsumugi's wearin' some flashy clothes as well~♪

Tsumugi: Rei-kun, your old self is showing through just a little bit... (T/N: If it wasn't obvious, in the previous line Rei spoke in a much more casual manner compared to his usual way of talking which is much more dated. It's been shown in past events that Rei used to speak like how Koga does now which is what Tsumugi is referring to)

Good work out there everyone~ It was an amazing Live! Being the next act immediately after puts a lot of pressure on us~♪

Rei: Such humbling words. The current state of the two "units" that were created by two former members of the "Five Oddballs" themselves in the new era... I'll allow you to let me observe from the special seats.

I anticipate a pleasant night ♪

Tsumugi: Yes! I will do my best with everything I've got ♪

Uwah, uwah, Rei-kun called out to me! I'm so happy~♪

Natsume: Senpai, sometimes you turn into a fanboy, don't YOU… You're a 3rd year as WELL, have some digniTY.

Tsumugi: It just can't be helped though, you know~? To our generation, when you talk about Rei-kun he's basically a superstar you know?

It's enough to the point where I don't understand why everyone talks to him so normally!

Natsume: Ah, is that SO. Tch, how embarrassING. Compared to the "Five Oddball" nii-san's your appearance is shaBBY.

Tsumugi: Ahaha, my apologies. I'm just a worldly-minded person after all ♪

Natsume: Well, that's FINE. Although over 99% of human beings that exist in this world are like that, if all of them were monsters they would simply fall to rUIN.

That's the sort of era we live in NOW. That's the sort of living beings we ARE.

Although it is a boring yet peaceful woRLD, we also have no choice but to live in IT.

Tsumugi: Ahaha. I'm sorry for interrupting you while you're saying such cool things in a good mood, but we should start the Live instead of chatting.

After all, it's not like we're the last act.

If we dawdle, it`ll hinder down the progression of the entire thing. "Valkyrie," or rather Shu-kun, is extraordinarily particular when it comes to time after all.

If we don't move as planned he'll get angry and go home.

Natsume: Even if it's Shu-nii-san, I don't think he'll act that outrageousLY........

But still, you are correct for the most PART. We are idols after ALL. It is our mission to entertain our gueSTS.

Ｌｅｔ　ｕｓ　ｂｅｇｉｎ．　Ｌｅｔ　ｕｓ　ｔｒａｎｓｆｏｒｍ　ａｎ　ｅｐｈｅｍｅｒａｌ　ｄｒｅａｍ　ｉｎｔｏ　ａｎ　ｅｔｅｒｎａｌ　ｏｎｅ，　ａ　ｍａｇｉｃａｌ　ｎｉｇｈｔ．

Ｔｈｅ　ｄｏｌｌｓ　ｄａｎｃｅ，　ａｎｄ　ｔｈｅ　ｗｉｚａｒｄｓ　ｓｉｎｇ．　Ａ　ｃｏｍｉｃａｌ　ａｎｄ　ｅｅｒｉｌｙ　ｍｙｓｔｅｒｉｏｕｓ　ｗｏｒｋ　ｏｆ　ｔｈｅ　ｇｏｄｓ．　Ｌｅｔ　ｕｓ　ｓｅｃｒｅｔｌｙ　ｄｅｌｉｖｅｒ　ｉｔ　ｔｏ　ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ　ｇａｔｈｅｒｅｄ　ｈｅｒｅ　ｔｏｎｉｇｈｔ．

Ｔｒｉｃｋ　ｏｒ　Ｔｒｅａｔ ♪

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