#Jay gets a harem but he's not interested

[swampythesweetsketch]

Jay, but he isekai-ed into one of those harem villainess stories.

how dare you call me out

Jay was reading a new series on request of his mom, called "The Siege of Sapphire".

It was a good read, the Villain being in a love triangle with the Princess and the Main Character.

The Villain was a Duke that was in love with the Princess, but since the Main Character swooped in as a national hero, they were loved by the royal family and the princess had an affair. (but wahhhh they're in love and the villain was sooooo bad /s)

Jay didn't like the villain cause he was a clingy, egotistical, insecure, immature young man that never understood why the princess wanted some independence (gee who does that remind him of?)

The Villain eventually tried raising a rebellion and was killed by the main character, and his entire family were exiled or executed for being related regardless of involvement.

Jay didn't like that, a lot of the family were elderly and young that had no clue what the Villain did until he was dead.

So when one mission gave him a good bonk on the head and some building debris fell on him- he woke up as Jullian Walek, Duke of the Sapphire Kingdom.

A lot of characters seem to look or act like his friends and family at home??? So it wasn't him, these other characters are like his own back in Ninjago.

His parents are his bio, but they've been busy doing their own stuff like partying an being unfaithful.

"Jullian" was instead raised by his loving grandparent, Edward and Eveline. The first to be executed in the og story.

The princess Nala (Nya) he tries to break off the engagement with as they grow into teens cause he 1. wants to support her and 2. wants to avoid meeting the hero.

Her older brother Kane (Kai) seems to be confused by "Jullian's" refusal to marry his sister.

A young servant Zeke (Zane) is his best friend and essentially his "lady in waiting".

And the hero, Corin (Cole), comes in and somehow still ran into "Jullian" and now Corin is being hosted at the Walek Mansion instead of the Princess' castle???

Something Jay skimmed over when reading the book was that it was written by a new author that hated how normal love triangles was always two guys directing their attention to one girl.

A new approach the author wrote was to bridge the gap between the two men.

What Jay failed to remember is that Corin and the og Jullian had something going on behind the scenes, but it ended without any resolution for Corin to immediately become engaged with Princess Nala. And og Jullian was pissed that both his love interests dumped him to be together.

(The author got heavily edited/censored, so og Jullain and Corin's romance was never properly explored)

So now it's not just a plan to avoid marrying Nala (even with the better relationship they have). Now he has to avoid that and getting involved with Corin!

Somehow Zeke and Kane are starting to harbor feelings towards "Jullian" too?????

Jay wants to go home...

[hannie-dul-set]

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [8].

SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. swearing, vomit, heeseung is sick, tormenting said sick man, sex jokes, and loser hee backstory reveal. WORD COUNT. 3.8k.

NOTE. merry christmas. my gift for u all is the heeseung chapter. let's pretend that it's still summer for the sake of the fic yes thank u hope u enjoy.

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CHAPTER 8 — hot, drenched, and sweaty.

“I THINK HEESEUNG IS IN A FIGHT CLUB.” That unprompted statement catches the interest of all the four boys currently in the living room. Soobin looks up from his half-finished crocheted bonnet, Jake and Jay pause their game of scrabble, and Sunghoon drops a rubik’s cube on your face because you gallantly decided to use his lap as a pillow on the lounge sofa. 

“Oh god, I’m— I’m sorry,” he sputters out an apology. You take this as a sign to stop invading his space. “What do you mean though? Fight club? Heeseung?”

“Listen.”

You spring up from your position, sitting with a very determined look on your face which simply prompts their attention further. “Heeseung leaves the house at exactly 10 p.m. every Saturday night and comes back at like two in the morning. I asked him about is once, and all he said is that he’s doing ‘business,’ whatever the fuck that means. It’s suspicious as hell.” 

The only reason why you were up at 2 a.m. to catch him in the act in the first place is because one time, you challenged Beomgyu and Jake to a no-sleeping contest and those two are the most gullible and have the most money from the lot. Little did those suckers know that you slept for fifteen hours prior to challenging them. They dozed off at the thirty six hour mark while you were still awake enough to catch Heeseung sneaking into the house at the devil’s hour.

After that, you had more money in your bank account, and a new curiosity that’s begging to be satisfied.

“I think he’s in an underground fighting club,” you declare. “There’s no other reason.”

“No, no,” Jay contends. “It might be something else. He could be a stripper.”

A silent moment of consideration.

Then you all release a unified, “Nah.”

“Maybe it’s private,” says Sungoon. “What—whatever it is, it could be none of our business.”

He has a point, but you’re nosy and bored. So are Jake and Jay because turns out, today’s a Saturday, and you have nothing to do, and you’re acquitted from any charges of instigating things because it’s Jay who announces, “Should we follow him?”

You grin. Sunghoon doesn’t approve of your expression. “We should follow him.”

“I’ll keep a lookout.”

“Text us when he’s about to leave.”

“You got it.”

Thus starts your mission of finding out whether Heeseung is secretly an underground fighter or a stripper. Sunghoon refused to be a part of it, but Soobin wasn’t strong enough to deny your puppy dog eyes, so it’s you, him, Jake, and Jay who might be charged for stalking and invasion of privacy because the moment you get a signal from Jake that “the target is out of the house, over,” the four of you, willingly or otherwise, start to tail him.

It’s disconcertingly easy to follow Heeseung without him noticing the four not so discreet people lagging behind him. When he takes off on a bus, you quickly hail a taxi for the four of you to jump inside of and continue the trail. 

“I think—I think we should head back,” says Soobin, squeezing his arms against his torso because there are three of you cramped in the backseat. “The sky is glum. I think it’s gonna rain.”

“The sky is glum because it’s the fucking night. Mr. Sun has died. Wait, he just got off the bus. Let’s go, let’s go before we lose him!”

As you stalk down the sidewalk, you can’t help but feel a sense of deja vu because you swear you’ve crossed this same path before. You’ve been here before. You’re sure of it, and it’s not just because this area is just around your university, of which you haven’t stepped foot on since the beginning of summer and since living with Jake and his friends.

“Hey, he’s over there, he’s going to that cafe.”

Your deja vu is answered when the familiar facade of The Lounge shows up right before you. Heeseung enters the building. Sunghoon knew all along, that fucking rat. That’s why was so against this plot, that’s why he refused to tag along with you. “I’m going in,” says Jay. You postpone your revenge plan against Sunghoon for later and quickly follow behind Jay into the cafe. Once you enter however, it starts pouring.

The clear glass windows of the place get stained by an assault of raindrops. Crap. None of you brought an umbrella. “I knew it was going to rain…” Soobin laments, and you pat circles against his back to apologize for doubting him, further telling him that he has a knack for weather prediction and if he’s considering switching career paths.

“What now?” Jake asks.

“We can wait for the rain to stop or call Sunghoon to pick us up and bring us umbrellas,” you tell them. “For now, let’s find out what the fuck Lee Heeseung is up to here. This wasn’t part of any of our calculations.” The calculations being either violence or promiscuity. You didn’t make a lot of calculations.

The problem is, Heeseung is nowhere to be found. You end up ordering some drinks and food and decide to settle in a booth at the corner of the place so that you guys can have a full and complete view of the cafe’s entire interior, yet you still can’t find him, so you end up reminiscing the time Sunghoon dumped your lemonade on you which catapulted your hobby of messing with these guys because they become so nervous around you it’s funny.

“Did we enter the wrong building? Did he catch us tailing him and left through the back door?!” 

You doubt Jake’s presumptions, and you’re correct to doubt him because right at that moment, Heeseung finally shows his stupid fucking face.

Not only does he show his stupid fucking face— he shows his stupid fucking face on the mini stage in the other corner of the cafe with a freaking guitar. What? So he’s not an underground fighter? Heeseung leans into the mic and a singular “ah,” resounds from the speakers mounted on the walls, muting down the muffled sound of the rain outside in that single instant.

When Heeseung starts to play the instrument followed by the sound of his voice, the rain is forgotten entirely.

This is a surprise. This is unexpected.

“This is disappointing,” says Jay, and you snap your head at him with eyes wide in alarm and disbelief because what does he mean disappointing? Disappointing where? You’ve been living with an angel all this time and you didn’t know? 

“Yeah, it’d be cooler if he was in a fight club,” Jake adds, as if their friend isn’t putting the Billboard’s Hot 100 to shame right now. What kind of bullshit are they saying?

“Did you guys know he could sing like that?”

The three look at you, even Soobin, and respond with a yes, a nod, a hum. Your mouth gapes. But you don’t get why you’re surprised when these guys have known each other for years prior to you barging in unannounced— so, of course they know, of course you don’t, and in the midst of all this, your thoughts are interrupted by the sharp screech from the speakers, because Heeseung has stopped singing, and is instead now looking at your table, looking more alarmed than you.

You’re pretty sure your eyes met before he decided to bolt out of the cafe.

“Oh, he’s getting off stage. Maybe he’s going to greet u— why is he skipping our table? Why is he running outside? Hyung, wait!”

None of you end up chasing after him because it’s still pouring outside, and you can already predict what the aftermath of this is going to be. Thus concludes your mission of finding out whether or not Heeseung is secretly an underground fighter or a stripper, with the answer amounting to neither because Heeseung is a performer during The Lounge’s open mic nights, and you don’t get why he’s been acting so secretive about it all this time.

Heeseung wakes up feeling like shit. And not the regular kind of shit. He feels like Satan just chewed him up, only to spit him back out— slobber and the inferno’s of hell included because he’s sweating through his shirt, his blanket feels like a prison, but if he kicks it of, he gets attacked by cold flashes, so he’s in a sticky and uncomfortable limbo between overheating and freezing to fucking death.

His throat is dry. The only thing that escapes his throat is a guttural and inhuman rasp. He wouldn’t be this sick if he didn’t run out in the rain last night. 

Rather, he wouldn’t have ran out if you weren’t there last night.

Heeseung rolls to his side with a groan of pain and anguish, muffled against the pillow as a different kind of fevered heat washes over his face. Seriously. Why the fuck were you there last night? He could give less than two shits if his roommates find out that he sings Taylor Swift every weekend at The Lounge, but you— you’re a different story. Because he knows you’re gonna use this information against him somehow, just like how you like to fuck around with his friends.

Too much. Heeseung has always thought you were a bit too much for him. The time you chased Beomgyu around the house in the dress(?) Jay made is the only evidence he needs to affirm that.

Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have bolted out like that immediately after meeting your eyes. You already suspect that you gross him out (which, by the way, couldn’t be more wrong) for always running away from the threat of skin-to-skin contact with you. Why was it raining when it’s still summer, anyway? It’s like that night was a curse made especially for him.

He curls up further into a ball, hoping you just forget about it all and don’t question him about it.

Yet the very opposite happens because what interrupts his spiraling thoughts is the sound of your voice— already threatening a wave of torment.

“Oh, god. You’re in a worse state than I thought.”

Heeseung regrets springing up from his bed because his head immediately gets slammed by the recoil of a headache. “Why...why are you here?” he barely scratches out. You’re by the doorframe, arms crossed and eyes laced with pity. He didn’t even hear the door opening. 

“Jake told me about your illness,” you say, walking over to the side of his bed and Heeseung flinches back the moment you set yourself down on the mattress. “He said you have a chronic case of bitchless syndrome.

He looks at you. Your face is dead serious. Heeseung feels a drop of sweat trickling down his neck, then you break into that devious smile of yours and laugh out a grin.

“Kidding. Jake would never say that. He told me you were sick and needed someone to nurse you up, so here I am.”

Holy shit. Heeseung lets out a breath, nearly teetering off his bed to maintain a comfortable enough distance from your overwhelming presence. “Why—” some throat phlegm cuts him off. He lets out a violent cough before reclaiming his voice. “Why you? I—I mean, why did Jake ask you?”

“Ouch?” you remark. “No one else is around. Jake’s out hiking, apparently. Sunghoon’s covering someone’s shift. Beomgyu’s obviously still at his parents. Jay says he’s out on a mission, and Soobin left the house with a giant backpack. I was too afraid to ask. Anyway, I know my very physical presence disgusts you, but deal with it for now, you goober. You look like hell.”

“That’s— that’s not—” You take this opportunity to pull his sweaty blanket off in one swift movement. “That’s not it! You don’t— don’t disgust me, I’m just— you know—”

“I know, I just wanted to fuck with you.”

You’re grinning. You haphazardly fold the sheet before throwing it down to the foot of the bed, sitting over it. Heeseung feels the blood drain from his face— “Anyway, sit up and let me feel you up,” —only for the blood to shoot right back up and nearly knocks him out unconscious. “Feel your temperature up, perv. I’m not taking advantage of a sick man. C’mere, let me see how sick you are.”

Heeseung, however, still has enough marbles to quickly evade your incoming hand. He swerves to the right. You blink at him, arm reaching out to thin air, before trying again, only for Heeseung to swat your hand away with gritted teeth and fearing for his life. “S—sorry,” he chokes out. He sees the glint in your eyes. Crap. He shouldn’t have done that.

“For fuck’s sake, just let me check your temperature— Heeseung! What the hell?!”

“Just—just leave me alone!”

Earlier, Heeseung thought he was about to die. He didn’t think he had enough strength to fight for his life as he squirms underneath you on the bed, driven solely by the desire to protect his fucking pride because there’s no way in hell he’s letting you touch him when he’s all gross and sweaty and gross from the fever. There’s no way in hell he’s letting that happen.

“What are you—”

He yanks out his blanket from underneath you, causing you to roll of his bed and he throws the sheet over his red, hot, and burning face because holy fuck. Holy shit. That was a close call.

When he peeks out from the blanket, Heeseung instantaneously feels a threat to his life.

You’re glaring at him. You look like you want to skin him alive and he gulps and nudges himself away, ass nearly falling off the bed when you get up from the floor and dust yourself off. “Okay,” you huff. “Fine. Have it your way. Die from a heatstroke, or whatever the fuck. I’ll be downstairs if you need me, and if you do, I’m expecting you to get down on your knees and beg because every time you’ve swatted my hand away was an additional jab at my pride.”

Okay, damn. You leave his room, not without slamming his door close to emphasize your anger, and on top of feeling like absolute crap, Heeseung now also feels guilty as hell. 

“Fuck,” he rasps out. It’s not like he’s doing it out of malice, or hate, or because he thinks you’re a germ that he cannot touch, like you always accuse him with. Heeseung still remembers how his whole no touching quirk started: sixteen years-old, when Heeseung finally mustered the courage to hold his first girlfriend’s hand, only for her to laugh and joke and pull away while saying, “ew, gross. Your hand is all sweaty.”

Twenty-two year old Heeseung has been traumatized to this very day.

Especially now when he’s all disgusting and icky and very much ew and gross because of his fever. Stupid, he knows, but the last thing he’d want to see is a disgusted grimace from your face the moment the back of your hand presses against his damp and sticky, sickness-induced forehead. However, it seems like he’s been inflicting to you the very injury he’s been trying to protect himself by constantly avoiding the threat of contact of your skin against his.

Stupid. It’s really stupid. 

But he can’t avoid dehydration by simply ignoring the dryness of his mouth. With much struggle, Heeseung forces himself out of the bed, despairing the amount of stairs he has to climb down— and the suggestion of calling for you help does tease his brain for a split second, but decides against it with a shake of his head as he continues the awful trip to the living room, body weighing thirty times heavier, and skull feeling like it’s about to crack itself open.

The problem is, his skull does almost end up getting cracked open. Because as he’s finally nearing the bottom floor, he misses a step, causing him to hit the ground with a harsh thud.

“Ugh,” he grunts, pushing himself with his forearms, but he stops, nearly face planting into the floor once more because you’re there, you’re walking up to him, looking down at him, and holding a cold and refreshing glass of water above his head like some sort of fucked up display of powerplay against a sick and thirsty man.

“Need any help?” you hum. 

“I’m fine,” Heeseung tries once more to get up only to feel the nausea rise up to his head, and he stops, pauses, and decides that the floor is more comfortable after all. He looks up at you. “Can I...can I get a sip from your glass?”

There’s a glint in your eyes. You crouch down. “Sorry, what was that?”

Are you enjoying this? Do you like watching him in pain? (Likely answer is yes because you yourself have admitted that you enjoy their suffering and torment). “Water,” he rasps out. “Can I drink some of your water?”

“This?” You swirl the glass in your hand, ice clacking against the crystal, before taking a long, tortuous sip on the straw (why does it have a straw?) Heeseung swallows down his spit. “Say please,” you say with a smile. Heeseung chokes on said fucking spit and hacks out a cough because you’re fucking insane.

He feels his face grow hotter. And it’s definitely not just from the fever.

“P—please, give me some of your water.”

You don’t prolong his agony any further and hand him over the glass.

“Need any help getting up?” you ask as you watch him agonizingly sit up against the bottom steps and toss down the water into his throat in one shot as if it was at a company dinner. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand and feels your disappointed stare pricking his conscience. “I can’t help you unless you ask me to, Heeseung.”

He frowns, deflating. “But I’m all gross and sweaty.”

The last thing he expects you to do is to roll your eyes at him and stand up with an arm stretched out. 

And the next thing he knows is that you’re lugging him over to the couch, an arm around his waist, his around your shoulder, and you set him down the cushions with a grunt. “Jeez, I’m not made for manhandling men,” you say, very dubiously. “Lie down.” And when he doesn’t lie down, wide-eyed and unresponsive, you poke his forehead and he tips back, falling into the couch.

What…what is going on...

“You know, I’m very tempted to ask you to take your shirt off just to laugh at your reaction, but you actually look like you’re about to die, so I decided against it. Aren’t I sweet?” 

You’re back with a basin and some towels (when did you disappear?) and Heeseung’s brain starts malfunctioning, growing dizzier and dizzier by the second when you touch his jaw, damp towel wiping off the sweat coating his face and neck and he feels his throat tightening. “Christ. I think your temp is over forty degrees, my guy,” you say, squeezing the towel over the basin. “Hello? Heeseung? What the hell, did you catch Sunghoon’s disease? Are you unable to talk to me now, too?”

“It’s—it’s not that,” he chokes out. He’s about to justify himself, but you press your palm against his forehead, cutting off all the oxygen pipes leading up to his brain, and he feels like passing the fuck out.

Shit. Shit. Holy shit. 

“Ah,” you say. “You’re not running away.”

He’s not. He’s not running away. But he feels a different sort of problem coming up.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.”

You blink at him. This doesn’t help his case at all.

“Wow, this is an upgrade,” you say from the other side of the bathroom door while Heeseung pukes his guts out into the toilet. Heavy metal playing from his phone is trying to block the noises out. He’s heaving over the bowl and wants to kill himself from embarrassment. “Now my very presence makes you vomit. I’m sorry for everything so far.”

There’s a flush. The music stops. Heeseung cracks the door open and you pass him a glass of water without some bedroom-esque powerplay this time. “Seriously, why did you run off into the rain last night? Look where it got you.” It’s a shocker that you haven’t told him he’s gross yet. You’re standing there in front of the bathroom and in front of the mess of his post-vomit presence, and all you’re doing is looking at him in worry. 

“I wasn’t expecting you guys to be there,” he says, still sounding like death, and you take the now empty glass from him and head over to the kitchen, pointing at his makeshift deathbed on the couch. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to give Mariah Carey a run for her money, either.” After you place the glass into the sink, you’re back to the living room. He’s down on the sofa, eyelids heavy, unable to say or do anything when you push back his hair to place a damp towel on his forehead. “Like damn, I knew you guys have known each other for a while now, but I totally felt like an outsider when I was the only one surprised to hear you sing.”

You’re not making fun of him. You don’t make a comment about how sticky his skin feels or how gross his sweat-drenched shirt is.

“I like your voice. Too bad it sounds like shit right now, but you should let me hear you again once you feel better.” The doorbell rings. “Oh, right, I ordered some porridge. You can feed yourself, right? Hold on, let me get it.”

He hears your footsteps padding across the floor, unable to find the strength to open his eyes as the coolness of the cloth seeps into his forehead. Heeseung has always thought you were a bit too much— case in point, everything that just happened and all the other times you’ve teased, tormented, and actively tortured to the point of tears all the inhabitants of this god forsaken house. 

Yet it is also your excessive nature that has let Sunghoon speak more than five words around you, that has stopped Beomgyu from hermitting in his room twenty-four-seven, that has helped Soobin and Jay in two very important instances this summer, and has allowed Jake to offer you a spot in their lives after leaving that room on the third floor empty for a good two years.

“Fuck, I can’t believe they left me behind with a sick man when I can barely even take care of myself.”

You’re back. He opens his eyes and tries to lift himself up but his body is way too heavy. “Uh,” he says. “Can you…please…open the container for me?” He doesn’t miss your amused fucking grin when he mumbles out the please.

“Ah. Open up.”

Heeseung has always felt you were too much. Maybe it’s his fever talking, maybe it’s not, but maybe too much exactly what he needs right now.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard 5

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | action | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | hyuk/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | the other woman (?) | reverse harem | fluff | SLOW BURN! | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: i'm sorry if you're being impatient for smut, trust me, I was too. I just need the fml to interact with the boys. They say slow burn is at its finest.

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

✧˖° — this is a story not one shot.

Jay followed my instructions, his movements more fluid this time. "Like this?" he asked, glancing at me for confirmation.

"Exactly," I said, smiling. "You're getting it."

For a moment, we were both silent, just standing there, him on his bike and me beside him. The tension from earlier seemed to melt away, replaced by a comfortable understanding.

"Thanks for the tip," Jay said, breaking the silence again.

"You're welcome," I replied, feeling a bit more at ease. "Just remember to keep your elbows wide and your grip firm. It'll help you stay balanced."

Jay nodded.

As we rejoined the rest of the group, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Interacting with Jay had been nerve-wracking, but it also felt surprisingly natural. Maybe joining their crew wouldn't be so bad after all.

I bit my lower lip as I realized June, Dom, Minu, Yuna, and Mia had been watching us the entire time. I felt so embarrassed! They must have been surprised, especially after our training where we warmed up with a 180km bike ride from the city to the countryside. It was exhausting, but I enjoyed it with them.

After our training, I noticed Jay practicing the tips I gave him, so I went over to help. But I didn’t expect the rest of the crew to be watching us!

"Wow, you're getting close to the foreigner. How come you always attract foreign girls?" June laughed, crossing his arms. Jay ignored him, continuing to drink his water.

"Damn, good thing Demitra can speak Korean. That blue-haired girl, I couldn’t understand a word she said!" Dom complained while wiping his sweat.

Blue-haired girl? That sounds familiar.

"You know her too?" Jay asked quietly from beside me, though I knew his friends were listening.

"Nah, I don't think so," I forced a smile. He looked at me for a long moment, as if trying to gauge the truth.

Minu cleared his throat. "We noticed you were teaching Jay. It seems you know a lot of biking skills?" he asked. Mia nodded in agreement.

I looked down at my bike, balancing without holding the handlebars. "Just a few," I said. Dom gave me a doubtful look. "I used to love doing tricks on ramps." I added.

"You're talking about the ramps at the skatepark?" June asked, eyes wide with shock.

I rubbed the back of my head, feeling embarrassed. "Yeah, that's my specialty."

Mia's jaw dropped. "If I'm not mistaken, are you one of those bicycle riders who do tricks in the air? Like spinning around?" she asked, stunned. I nodded.

"That's dangerous, right?" Dom asked June, who nodded in disbelief while looking at me.

"But of course, I don't use those in tournaments. Actually, I don't do those tricks much anymore. I'm more into sprint riding, like what Dom does," I explained, looking at Dom. Jay adjusted his posture, clearly interested.

"You also know some techniques for sprint riding?" Jay asked, and everyone looked at him. I laughed softly.

"Maybe a little?"

"You're just being humble," Yuna gave me a sharp look.

"Isn't it unfair that you’re teaching Jay but not us?" Dom said dramatically. Jay avoided his gaze and got on his bike.

"Well, I would love to help you—"

"It's too late. We need to go home now," Jay interrupted, making me widen my eyes.

"What!? Oh come on, man! Don't be so selfish!"

"What do you mean 'we'? Are you taking Demitra with you?" Minu clarified, locking eyes with Jay as if they were having a silent conversation.

I remembered our last conversation before the training session. Jay had offered to help me with my Korean literature studies. I even asked him where we’d study since it wasn't allowed at my place! Plus, I've never brought a guy to my apartment; my roommates might assume Jay is my boyfriend. How embarrassing would that be? Thankfully, he volunteered his place since he’s not allowed to stay out late either.

"He’s going to help me with Korean literature and history." I interjected into their conversation.

Mia chuckled. "You seem to learn quickly, judging by how well you speak Korean! I know you can do it."

"Just the two of you?" Minu asked Jay seriously. Jay looked at him without any emotion, but I could feel a strange tension.

"It won’t take long! Don’t worry!" I quickly added.

"Well, good luck, Demitra! Jay isn't the best teacher, you might give up halfway!" Dom laughed.

I noticed Jay had already started biking, so I hurriedly got on my bike and waved at everyone. "See you tomorrow!" I called out cheerfully before following Jay, who was ahead of me. I pouted. Why was he in such a hurry?

I followed Jay because I didn't know where his house was. He was quiet, but I guess that’s normal for him. I couldn’t believe Shelly liked this type of guy. It was very unusual for her.

I was deep in thought when we arrived at a large house. My jaw dropped in shock at how big his house was. Was this where he lived? Wow, he must be rich.

"Just park your bike here," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded and did as he said, parking my bike next to his.

Without another word, he walked inside. I bit my lip nervously. Was he not going to invite me in? It felt awkward just walking in unannounced. What if his parents were inside?

I was startled when Jay came back. "What are you still standing there for? Come in," he said before turning away. I pouted.

"Who’s with you, Jay?" I was surprised to see a small boy wearing glasses. He seemed just as surprised to see me, his cheeks turning red. "W-Who..."

"Turn off the TV if you’re not watching," Jay told him. He went into what I assumed was his room, leaving the door open. Was that where we’d study?

"It's nice to meet you, Jay's brother. Hi! I'm Demitra!" I introduced myself, holding out my hand. Jay’s brother just stared at me, his face red. I frowned and forced a smile.

It was so awkward because Jay's brother didn't say a word. He was just staring at me like he was looking through my soul. I forced a smile. "I'll head in now," I said awkwardly before walking into Jay's room.

"Your brother is weird," I said to Jay, setting my bag on the table. I watched as Jay organized his things.

He didn’t respond, instead handing me three books, one of which was a dictionary. I frowned at the books.

"What is this?"

"A dictionary," he said, as if stating the obvious.

"Yes, I know it's a dictionary. What's it for?" I raised an eyebrow. "I’m struggling more with Korean literature and history than the language itself."

His expression didn’t change. "Your Korean isn’t that good," he stated. My jaw dropped. "Maybe that’s why you can't understand our lessons about history."

"Hey, take that back! You understand what I’m saying! Even your friends!"

He shook his head. "It’s lame. I can barely understand you."

I dramatically held my chest. "Whatever, no offense, but Japanese is easier to learn than Korean."

"I agree."

I couldn’t believe this guy! I let out a sharp breath before sitting down. The contents of the books were overwhelming. This was harder than physics. Why did I end up in Korea? I glanced at Jay, who was staring at his phone.

"Are you going to teach me or not?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He looked at me boredly.

"Read that first."

"How can I read it if I don’t understand it?" I said sarcastically.

He stared at me for a moment before sighing and putting his phone down. He took the dictionary from my hands and replaced it with a larger book.

"Start with the basics," he said. When I opened the book, my jaw dropped. It was the Korean alphabet!

"Oh, come on, I already know some of these."

"Some? Then you should know all of these," he said, placing the book on the table. I cursed inwardly.

"Now I understand why Dom said you’re a terrible teacher," I grumbled, starting to read. As usual, he didn’t respond.

"How did you get a girlfriend when you’re this quiet?" I muttered while reading. "Huh?" I glared at him.

"It’s none of your business."

I rolled my eyes. "I heard you’re a player. How come Shelly doesn’t get jealous?" I teased without looking at him.

"Those are just rumors."

I laughed softly and continued reading. I glanced at Jay, who was now looking at his phone. Without his glasses, I realized how handsome he was. His mullet haircut suited him. No wonder many girls liked him.

Besides being handsome, he was good at biking and wasn’t very talkative. Some girls might prefer a quiet guy as a boyfriend, thinking there’s less chance he’d cheat because he’s so reserved.

My heart almost stopped when he looked up, and our eyes met.

"If you keep staring at me, you should just go home."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Is this how you treat girls? So rude," I muttered. "I was just about to ask you something about what I’m reading, but never mind."

He cleared his throat. "Show me. Where are you having trouble?" He must have heard my muttering.

"Forget it. I just remembered the internet exists. I’ll search for the meaning," I said, grabbing my phone.

He was silent for a moment.

"That’s a consonant. It refers to a double s," he suddenly said. My eyes widened when I realized how close our faces were. He had leaned in to look at the book. I could literally feel my heart racing. I was still distracted by how close our faces were to each other, so I didn't even notice what I had searched on my phone.

"Too late, I already looked it up," I whispered.

"You shouldn’t use your phone while studying."

"Well, genius, if you were a better teacher, I wouldn’t need to."

I continued reading, trying to push away my distraction. I couldn't help but feel Jay's gaze on me, and the thought of our eyes meeting again made me too embarrassed to look up. Is this what it's like when you like someone? I sighed and tried to focus on what I was reading.

As I went through the Korean alphabet, it felt more familiar, like I was revisiting what I had studied before deciding to come to Korea. It refreshed my memory. Maybe the reason I struggled with Korean history was that I had forgotten the correct way to read their language.

"Vinny..." My forehead creased at the name. "You know him? You’re friends with the Sabbath?" Jay suddenly asked.

And now I was doomed.

"No, I'm not, especially Vinny. He hates me."

He paused, clearly puzzled. "But he said you’re his friend."

"No, he’s just bluffing," I said with irritation.

"They are dangerous. You should stay away from them."

Well, it's too late. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't just walk away now. Wooin helped with my parents' debt. I can't just abandon him. Even though I'm confused about why he did it, I still choose to serve them.

"Are you saying your friend is dangerous?" I asked seriously.

Jay didn't respond, his expression unreadable. I know he is old friends with Vinny. So why would he warned me from him?

I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "Look, I know it's risky, but I owe them. Wooin helped my family when no one else could. I can't just turn my back on that."

Jay's eyes flickered with something I couldn't quite identify—concern, maybe? But he remained silent, his gaze steady on mine.

Finally, Jay spoke, his voice softer. "Just be careful."

I nodded, appreciating his concern. "Worried for me? Aw," I teased. "I didn't expect you to have this side to you." I continued to tease, but he remained serious, shaking his head. I couldn't help but laugh, knowing he was probably feeling embarrassed by my comments.

Actually, studying with Jay isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I expected him to give me a hard time, but it seems like it's just his personality to be reserved. I suddenly paused. What if he isn't really like this, especially with Shelly?

Oh, come on, Demitra. Why should I care about that? I frowned, feeling irritated with myself.

I was jolted from my thoughts by a knock on the door. Jay stood up to answer it, and I almost froze when I saw a middle-aged woman. From her appearance, she looked like Jay's mother! I quickly stood up and bowed.

"Good evening, Ma'am," I greeted her. She gave me a cold look. Now it made sense why Jay always had that cold expression on his face. He inherited it from his mom.

"You didn't eat dinner again?" she said sternly. I looked at Jay, confused, but his face remained emotionless.

"We're studying," he replied shortly.

"You didn't eat breakfast, and I know you didn't eat lunch at school either," his mother said angrily, but she paused when she noticed me.

"Let's talk in the living room."

"I'm fine. Just leave," Jay said.

"Jaehyun," his mother said firmly, leaving Jay with no choice but to get up. I was left alone in his room.

My heart pounded with worry about what I had witnessed. Was Jay going to be scolded? Was it because of me that he hadn't eaten dinner? I hadn't eaten dinner either. Damn, maybe it's my fault he missed his meal. His mother should be scolding me, not him!

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism at the Zoo

Time for some nonsense (I miss the slice of life days and I have too much time on my hands)

Daniel: he's just happy to be here. We've already seen him at Notte World. Another school trip? With friends? Cute animals? Fun memories? SO EXCITED !!!!

Jay: whereever Daniel goes, he goes. Any part of the zoo is his fave when he gets to look around with Daniel. Makes the group take a lot of pics of both of them for the memories. Considering hiring out the zoo so him and Daniel can go alone another time

Zoe: also tags along with Daniel and Jay but feels like a third wheel. If only little Daniel was here... Daydreaming about being with little Daniel then getting angry and flustered with herself

Joy: competing with her bro for Daniel's attention. Tries to wander off with just him on their own but no chance with Jay and Zoe around

Crystal: gives some structure to the Daniel harem. She's excited to look around, and actually gives the group some direction on where to go

Mira: loves any cute animals. Not a fan of reptiles, creepy crawlies or amphibians and stays clear. Fluffy? Yes they're for her. Definitely not interested in feeding time!

Zack: who cares about the zoo as long as Mira is here. Trails after her and treats this as another 'date' (even if they hang around in a group most of the time). Tries to get Mira to walk through the bat cave hoping that she'll cling to him lol

Vasco: Any and all parts of the zoo is his fave! Bears YEP. Tigers YEP. Some random birds YEP. Wait holD ON KANGAROOS!?!?OMG JACE LETS CLIMB IN THE ENCLOS-

Jace: he's happy Vasco is happy, but honestly a bit of a headache keeping him safe. Gets dragged along by Vasco to get his face painted. Loves elephants. Intelligent, herd animals with big ears 🥰

Eli: misses Yenna, would much rather spend time at the Zoo with his little baby. Already planning a trip out with her to see all the animals soon

Vin Jin: glasses too dark, no idea what he's looking at

Mary: Vin's reluctant guide. She wants to look around everywhere but that idiot has tinted his glasses AGAIN. God she really can't take him anywhere. Has a soft spot for elephants

Johan: this poor little guy. He likes seeking out animals with a social structure that looks after each other (he just so lonely and misses his momma). Elephants, orangutans, chimps. Watching otters hold hands makes him sad 🥺 Misses Miro and Eden. Gives them extra snuggles and treats

Big Deal: ok first why are they at the zoo, second how can they afford it, third this is my headcannon so Sammy is included

Sinu: wandering around like Vasco 2.0. He doesn't remember ever feeling like a kid or not worrying about Big Deal, so this is a big day for him. Cries on Jake at the end of the day

Jake: happy to be wandering around without having too many worries for the day. That's for tomorrow Jake to worry about. Finally gets to spend some time with Sinu and Big Deal just like the old days. Teaches Jerry about the different animals and reads the signs and placards with him

Samuel: kicked out for smoking

Gun: doesn't care for the zoo. Full on safari or nothing. Wants to see them out in the wild and survival of the fittest. Ideally wants to see an apex predator hunt for their prey

Goo: same as Gun but loves killer whales. Insanely strong and sadistic, wonder why he likes them... Otherwise he likes dragging Gun to the camels and trying to get him spat on

[new-tella-us]

Seduce Me Situations!

Nicknames! What would Mika call her potential love interest and what would they call her as nicknames?

James- "James" is a short enough name to not really need a nickname, though Mika does call him "Jay" every once in a while. If they're dating then Mika's preferred pet name for James is "Sunrise" or "My bookworm", one is referring to his preferred color and the other his nerd-like tendencies. She's probably called him "Nerd" before too. James doesn't really give Mika a nickname until they're dating, then she's "Love". I can also see him call her "Doll". He probably would have called her something sun related if she didn't get to it first.

Erik- "Erik" is even shorter of a name but Mika still managed to shorten it to "Eri". She also calls him "My liege" whenever she wants to teasingly match Erik's flirtatious energy. If they're dating, Mika probably goes down the cheesy pet names like "Dear", "Love" "Darling", "Sweetheart", etc. Though a unique name that Erik loves to be called is "Orchid", Mika called him that as Erik's eye and hair reminded her of the orchids she would usually see. Erik, of course, calls Mika "Princess" (or "Highness" in the Harem route) and that's basically her name now. There is no Mika, only Princess.

Sam- There is no shortening "Sam"; Sam is usually the shortened name. Instead, Mika calls Sam just "Sam" for the most part. Though, she might playfully sneak in a "Jerk" sometimes. After they start dating, the nickname "Jerk" becomes almost as common as Sam's "Doofus" nickname for Mika. Also "Babe" I can see Mika calling Sam Babe. I don't see Sam being much a nickname person. Though something Mika will never call Sam is anything monster related. That is a nickname no-no.

Matthew- Finally! A name that doesn't need a stretch to shorten it! "Matt" or "Matty"! Probably Matty, Matty is cuter. At first, Matthew was a little embarrassed by the nickname "Matty" but he learned to like it. After they're dating, I can see "Blue Jay" being a sweet nickname, especially since Matthew can canonically summon birds. I can definitely see Matthew calling Mika "Miki" before they're dating, especially when the "Matty" nickname started. After they start dating, I can see Matthew occasionally calling Mika "Kitten". Why? ...All I'm gunna say is that if you know Matthew's wiki page, you know why. A little bonus, they absolutely use some of the most cringy, old people pet names in a joking/teasing manner.

Damien- Okay... hear me out. "Damin". That's a weird ass shortening but it's an inside joke. Another would be "Carrot" especially when they're first getting to know each other. After they start dating, I feel like the default nickname for Damien would be "Sweetie" or "Hunny". It's just so classic romance and they fit that. As for nicknames Damien would call Mika, again the classics. "Sweetie", "Hunny", etc. An interesting one would be "Usagi" or "Usa". Usagi is the Japanese word for Bunny/Rabbit and Damien's second language is Japanese so I think it fits.

Diana- There's a canon one! Di! (Which unfortunately fits most of her endings) But others that Mika would come up with would be "Dia" (Also a little inside joke) and "Ana". After they start dating, I can see Mika and Saero scheming nicknames togethers but they can never really agree on a lot of them as Mika uses the name Diana and Saero uses the name Ezaeur. One they did agree on was "Lily" as a nod to Diana's ancestor. As for what Diana would call Mika back, she already uses "Dear" a lot. She might add "Darling" in a few times too.

Bonus Round! Demon Nicknames!

Raestrao- Rae Uzaeris- Uza, Eris Aomaris- Mari, Amo Zecaeru- Carrie, Ru-Ru Izroul- Izzy, Roulx Kaard Ezaeur- Ez, Zae

[dollyyun]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 | 08

SYPNOSIS: wherein Hwang Stella's life is tangled in a predicament involving her clandestine identity as a racer, her seemingly daily life as the official heir to the Hwang Empire, and seven guys with whom she has a complex history with. PAIRING: non!idols enhypen members x fem!oc. GENRE: 18+ (mdni), reverse harem, chaebols, semi-college, racing, eventual adulthood, eventual enha being f1 drivers, multiple povs and written in fic. WARNINGS: expletives, heavy suggestive themes. WORD COUNT: 5k+ TAGLIST: @aishigrey @kgneptun

✘ SERIES MASTERLIST ✘

RENA: I miss you, baby. Can we go and watch a movie tomorrow?

Despite my best efforts to avoid and ignore Rena, they went down the drain in vain. My sudden change in behaviour was alerted to by my mother, which ended up with her threatening me with the same old shit.

Fortunately, everything, including my relationship with Rena, will change in a matter of days. Even though my mother is the dominant one in the family, my father wields more power than her. The pre-relief spreads across my chest. Hopefully, I'll be free soon.

My phone vibrates again, but this time, it's from my father.

FATHER: 8 p.m., family dinner.

A dry chuckle leaves my lips. Dry and cold as always, but compared to my mother, I prefer my father. To be honest, he wasn't always like that. When I was young, he used to be a loving and supportive father, always showing enthusiasm for what I did or what I was interested in. I loved whenever he brought me out to play at the park or play soccer. That was until Charlotte was born, when he changed drastically. I'm uncertain why he changed his approach and behaviour towards me.

Ironically, he isn't a bad father to Charlotte, for which I'm grateful. The least Charlotte needs is one more emotionally absent parent.

As I glance down at my open wallet, I spot a familiar Polaroid picture of me and Stella. My eyes soften with nostalgia while my heart longs for the only love of my life.

Even though I hope that Stella will accept me back, I know that it's hard to gain back her trust and win over her heart, especially when there are other suitors who may win instead of me. I'm not oblivious enough to notice that the other guys are progressively getting closer to her, thanks to my observation skills. On campus, whenever I see her, there will always be one or more of them with her.

I admit that I was furious and jealous, but as I thought about it, I should be glad that Stella isn't alone. Even without me, she seems happier when she's with others, given the spark in her beautiful eyes and how she resists smiling, but eventually they manage to make her laugh.

Mixed emotions swirl within me. Seeing Stella with them sparks different emotions in me. Most of all, I've missed all of them. I've missed being able to hang out with them whenever without having Rena cling to me for almost 24/7.

A sigh leaves my lips before I decide to start the ignition of my Chevrolet Corvette Stingray and place my hands on the steering wheel with the intention to race for a few laps, but before I can do so, I spot Jay's vehicle in the rearview mirror before he settles next to mine.

Though I can't see him due to how tinted the windows are, I have a feeling that he intends to race against me. If that's what he wants, I play around for awhile, the sound of my engine's exhaust getting louder and louder, and Jay does it as well.

The next thing we know, we speed off and pick up the velocity. Neither of us has the intention of losing.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jay and I tied, as much as I hate it, but it has been awhile since someone managed to tie with me.

As I exit my car, Jay is already standing there and leaning his back against his vehicle. His eyes meet mine as I make my way towards him.

"We tied." He starts off. "So, truce?"

I know what he meant. I hate fighting with my best friends over a girl. But Stella is not just some girl. She's special, and I can see that she's special to him too. So how could I be mad at him if he loves Stella for the same reason I do?

Stella is undeniably easy to love. I mean, what's not to love about her? She's perfect the way she is. She is beautiful inside and out, and her mind amazes me. Even when others view her based on what they've heard, they have no idea what a precious gem she truly is.

With a half smile on my lips, I extend my hand to him. "Truce."

Instead of shaking my hand, he pulls it and brings me into a hug. "You're a fucking ass, Sim. Do you have any idea how frustrated I was when you avoided me for this long?"

I find myself chuckling before reciprocating the hug. "Good to see you too, man."

Jay pulls away from the hug and looks at me with skepticism. "Are you sure? I mean, I did go after your girl."

"You can love whoever you want to love." The smile on my face drops as I look at him dead in the eyes. "You do love Stella, right?"

Jay seems to hesitate, but his shoulders begin to relax, and his face mirrors the seriousness I do on my face. "I guess I do love her."

"You guess?"

"I mean, I did like her, and that was after I finally acknowledge my feelings, which I denied for a long time." Jay explains, and the sentiment in his eyes shines as he talks about her. "I couldn't help it. I've only begun to realise this after she cut ties with me, but we've reconciled and are friends again, so that's what matters."

I raise my eyebrow at him. "You should've confessed to her instead of agreeing to be friends."

He smirks sadly. "I'm not the only competition you have, Jake. Apparently, Heeseung is interested in her, and Jungwon seems rather close to her. That leaves Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Ni-Ki out of the competition."

I run my fingers through my dark locks. "As much as I hate competition, I'm glad that it's just in our circle. Hwang Stella is sure easy to love."

"She really is." Jay smiles softly while his eyes seem to reminisce. "But Jake, I don't think you have to compete to win her heart. If she were to choose, she would choose you."

"I don't think so. I've already broken her trust and broken her heart, so I'd probably have to work harder to win back her heart."

"What about Rena?" Jay asks, curiosity lurks in his tone. "The girl seems to be obsessed with you."

Chills run down my spine. "Don't worry about her. Soon enough, I won't ever have to be tied to her."

Jay straightens his back. "So you have a plan?"

"Of course. I don't want to be tied to an obsessive psycho forever."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The frigid ambiance around the dining area is dominated by silence, with the exception of the sound of utensils and Charlotte's faint laughs coming from the backyard—possibly with her nanny. I'm glad Char isn't here, or else she'll probably ask a question as to why this dinner feels a little too formal and cold.

My father, Jace Sim, is seated across from me, while my mother, Rhea Sim, is seated next to him. Jace hasn't been sparing a glance at me after acknowledging my arrival, whereas Rhea has this indecipherable look across her face.

I place down my utensils even though my food is half-finished. I can't take this silence any longer.

"So?" At the sound of my voice, Jace and Rhea look up. "What's your final decision?"

Jace and Rhea exchange glances before Jace proceeds to speak while staring at me with his steely eyes. "Your mother was reluctant at first, but after discussing further and predicting the possible outcome, we agreed for you to cut ties with Hwang Rena."

"My partnership with Hwang Jihyun has been severed." Rhea informs me, though she doesn't seem too thrilled about it. "But since the Hwangs are a common enemy to most of us, your father has a plan."

"A plan that includes you to take part in." Jace asserts, and the look in his eyes tells me that I have no choice but to comply. "Before we proceed, you must know that your mother no longer has control over your racing ventures─"

Thank God.

"─but I do." Jace adds, his eyes darkening as though he dares me to oppose, but I know better. "So you must heed my decree unless you want to be forced to date Hwang Rena again."

"I'll do anything." I state firmly. "Anything, as long as I don't have to involve myself with Rena."

Jace seems pleased with my statement. "Excellent, now─"

The next few minutes or so, I find myself regretting and utterly helpless, as though I'm stuck in a loophole. Above all, I never want to break Stella's heart again.

I never would have expected to enjoy being around Sunoo, despite how we sort of didn't get along in the beginning. Sure, he's still full of wits and an insufferable passenger princess, but he listens to my ramblings and shows how attentive he is to me. What makes it better is the fact that he doesn't like Rena either.

About me being his servant, it's merely for jest, which I no longer find infuriating. Plus, Sunoo treats me more like his close friend now.

"Here, let me help you." Sunoo offers, bending down to snatch the paper bags from my grasp before I can even reject him. He enters his apartment before I follow suit.

"Thanks." Those paper bags were getting rather heavy. My eyes trained on his figure, in awe of how he carried them effortlessly with one hand, whereas I had to use both.

Sunoo casts me a smirk, sending a peculiar flutter to my heart. "I wouldn't want your arms to feel tired."

"The passenger princess suddenly cares about my well-being." I jest, faking a gasp. "The world must be ending."

"Very funny, darling." Sunoo places the bags on the dining table. In the beginning, hearing that endearment felt weird, but now I've gotten used to it. Plus, he calls Aera 'Babe' so it's just a harmless endearment.

"So what's up?" I ask, inviting myself to sit on the couch and relaxing my muscles that have been aching. "I mean, we've been out the whole day, and we even ate ice cream cake."

"So?" Sunoo asks, raising his eyebrow at me as he plops down next to me.

I adjust my body and turn to him. My eyes are trained on his face, and I find myself admiring his pretty features, especially his lashes and pouty lips. "Today's your birthday, right?"

His eyes meet mine, looking genuinely shocked. "How did you know?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I didn't. I just had a hunch." Then my lips downturn into a frown. "You should've told me about it; then I would've set up a birthday surprise for you."

Sunoo reaches out to ruffle my hair, to which my heart flutters once more. A lazy grin spreads across his lips. "That's sweet of you, darling, but I don't celebrate my birthdays."

"But why?"

His grin falters, and sentimentality shines in his pretty eyes. "My parents stopped celebrating my birthdays as soon as I turned seventeen. They said it was pointless and a waste of time."

My heart aches for him. Under his witty and sly facade is just someone who is lonely. I can see that now. Instinctively, I place my hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Sunoo."

I can see the way his eyes soften as he stares at me. "Don't be, darling. I'm glad that you're here with me."

My lips twitch into a smile. "You're my friend. Of course, I'll be here for you if you need me."

His eyes seem to reflect with surprise yet guilt, to which I begin to feel curious. "What's wrong?" I ask gently.

"It's just that you're good." Sunoo leans closer, and his hand reaches up to caress my cheek. "You're too good for me, darling."

Sunoo is my friend, but why does my heart start to palpitate the way it does whenever I'm with Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Jungwon?

"Since today's my birthday, can you make my wish happen?" He asks, and the air teeming in the room begins to feel intimate.

"Sure." I smile faintly. "What is it that you wish for, birthday boy?"

His eyes flicker down to my lips, still holding me close with his hand cradling the side of my face. "That you kiss me."

My eyes widen while my lips parted. "Sunoo...."

"It's just a kiss, darling." He whispers, and the crave in his voice sounds discernible. "A kiss that means nothing. I promise you that the kiss won't change what we have now."

I hesitate, but who am I to reject a wish from the birthday boy himself? And so, I close the gap between our lips as my eyes flutter close. The instant my lips meet his, my heart flutters at the softness and how plump his lips feel on mine.

It's just a kiss. I think as I feel him pulling me closer to him, his other hand is now on my waist while the other cradles my face with such affection. It's just a kiss, nothing more.

I pull away from the kiss first, fluttering my eyes open just to meet his beautiful ones that are mesmerising me. I ignore the butterflies in my tummy at the fact that he doesn't seem to be letting go of me soon.

I chuckle softly, yet I feel breathless. "Do you ask for kisses from other girls too? Or even from Aera?"

Sunoo smirks. "Why? Jealous?"

"Not at all."

"Well, if you really want to know, I don't kiss Aera." He says, and I feel his thumb brushing gently on my cheek. "I see her as though she's my sister."

I raise my eyebrow at him. "But you did kiss other girls." I scoff playfully. "Playboy."

"Wanna know something, darling?" His voice drops to a whisper as he leans in once more. "You kiss better than them."

Before I can stop myself, our lips meet again, and this time, it feels more intimate than the previous kiss. My hands drape on his shoulder lazily, and before I know it, he has me seated on his thighs as he holds my waist firmly.

Desire ignites within me, and irrationality clouds my judgement. I attempt to pull away from the kiss, but he has me locked and deepens the kiss.

"Sunoo─" I murmur weakly against his lips.

He pulls away, yet he doesn't move away from my parted lips and begins to speak into my mouth. "I'm not done yet, darling." The low, sensual tone in his voice is enough to bring chills down my spine.

"I don't want to be one of your girls, Sunoo." I protest weakly, but I find myself refusing to escape from his grasp.

"Oh, but you're already there." A handsome smirk pulls at his lips. His eyes, so beautiful yet so dangerous, are hypnotising me. I feel lightheaded the longer the tension between us persists. With his hand grabbing my chin, his thumb touches my bottom lip, and he pulls it down sensually.

"You'll be good for us." His other hand tugs me closer to him until there are no spaces between our bodies now. "You'll be good to us, yeah?"

It isn't a question. The dominance he asserts weakens me by the second. In fact, I've long since weakened since the moment I involved myself with the lot of them.

"Yes." I whisper, feeling needier by the second. 

I know for a fact that I've dug my grave deeper as I allow myself to fall deeper. The strength I had and the walls I've built around my heart have begun to crumble. Even though my mind is screaming at me for falling into the temptation, my heart yearns and desires to be one of their girls.

It has been two days since that family dinner—two days since I've finally managed to cut ties with Rena and have her blocked on every social media platform. It would be an understatement to say that I'm relieved. It feels like a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders.

My phone chimes, prompting me to look down and read a message.

JAY: We're gathered in the lounging room.

Without wasting time, my pace quickens as I make my way to the lounging room, though it is two blocks away. Initially, I didn't want to meet them yet, but I couldn't ignore the yearning to have my best friends back.

I feel a little breathless as soon as I reach it, but I immediately compose myself before unlocking the door while my heart races with anticipation.

"Jake?" Ni-Ki abruptly stands from the couch, his face contorting into confusion.

"So you've finally decided to show your face, huh?" Sunghoon says snidely as he slowly approaches.

My eyes skim across the room. I guess Ni-Ki has been playing chess with Jungwon while Sunoo has been reading a book. Heeseung is across the room, seated by the window sill with his arms crossed. Heeseung's eyes meet mine briefly before I look away. Right, I forgot about our unfinished business.

"Back off, Hoon." Jay startles me when he slings an arm around my shoulder. A grin appears on his lips. "He's officially back."

Sunghoon's eyes dart between me and Jay. "So you two have reconciled?" We nod in unison.

"What about Rena?" Sunoo asks in a dull tone without looking away from his book. "I'm surprised she's not with you, clinging onto you like a damn koala."

"I'm done with her." I state firmly, now gaining all of their attention with their eyes fixed on me. "I asked my father for some help, so I'm officially free from Rena."

"Thank fuck!" Sunghoon surprises us with his abruptness as he gives me a hug. "Welcome back, Jake."

Ni-Ki comes jogging towards us before engulfing me in a hug, bringing a chuckle out of me. "We've missed you so much." He says while Jungwon approaches me as well.

"Jake." Jungwon and I do our handshake before he tugs my hand, pulling me into him as our shoulders touch, with him patting my back.

"So the gang is officially back!" Sunoo announces, beaming with a grin.

"Not yet." I tell him before directing my gaze to Heeseung, who seems to be waiting for me. "Heeseung." I approach him while the others watch with keen eyes.

"Jake." Heeseung greets me, giving me a curt nod. "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks." I rub my nape. "Listen, about what happened months ago, I would like to apologise."

"Why? You were right to feel mad when you found out that I had a crush on your girlfriend." Heeseung says nonchalantly.

He has a point. I sigh. "I really don't want us to prolong this distance. I hate fighting with my best friends."

Heeseung remains silent for a moment, his eyes are calculative as he scans me, but soon, he breaks into a small smile and walks towards me. "You're really back, Sim Jaeyun."

Heeseung welcomes me into a hug, which I eagerly accept. Thankfully, there are no tears, even though I feel overwhelmed by this.

"Let's never fight again." Ni-Ki asserts, followed by a chorus of agreement from the rest.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It feels good to be able to catch up with them and what I had missed, though oddly, they never mentioned anything about Stella. Speaking of Stella, I don't know how to approach her and let her know that she won't have to worry about Rena anymore. Would she accept me back with open arms? Do I still have a spot in her heart, knowing that the others are obviously way ahead of me?

"Jake." I look to the side to see Heeseung joining me just outside of the students' parking lot. "I thought you'd already headed home."

I slide my hands into my pockets. "I was just contemplating..."

"About Stella?" He quirks an eyebrow at me as he lights up his cigarette stick that is situated between his lips.

I let out a sigh. "Yeah."

Heeseung takes a long drag of his stick before blowing out the grey smoke. "You should know that I have feelings for her."

"I know. Jay told me." I give him a tight smile. "This time, I'm not going to be mad at you or any of them for having feelings for Stella."

Heeseung smirks lazily. "Character development, I see."

I roll my eyes. "More like I'm done fighting with you lot over a girl. Besides, if liking her means that you'll protect her and give her the love that she deserves, then so be it."

I can feel Heeseung's gaze on my face as I look straight ahead. "What if she won't have to choose?"

Intrigued, I stare at him with an eyebrow raised. "What do you mean?"

"I'm talking about sharing her." Heeseung tilts his body, giving his full attention to me. "That way, we won't have to fight."

The idea is tempting, but my jaw clenches. "Stella is not some slut, Heeseung. How would you feel if word got out that we're sharing her?"

Heeseung's eyes harden with resolution. "I'm not saying she is one. I'm saying that we don't have to fight for her affection and assure her that she doesn't have to choose just one."

"Forget it." I scoff lightly. "Even if the idea is good, we need Stella's permission. Heck, we don't even know if she still has feelings for me or has feelings for you and the others."

"And if she has feelings for us?" Heeseung asks.

My heart seems to be racing with an uncertainty of anticipation while my throat goes dry. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

What Heeseung suggested earlier has been repeating inside my head. I heave a sigh and turn off the shower before grabbing my towel to dry myself off. There is no denying that I am territorial and possessive when it comes to Stella, but I don't want to have to fight Heeseung or even the other guys.

As soon as I tighten the robe around my figure, the doorbell chimes throughout my apartment. Curiosity fills my head, wondering who has decided to pay me a visit at this hour. It can't be my best friend since we just spent time together earlier.

I unlock the door, and the instant the door opens, my heart pounds harder against my chest at the sight of Stella.

"Stella." I feel breathless upon seeing the beautiful sight of her.

Her eyes shamelessly scan me, and her cheeks turn a shade of maroon when her eyes linger a little longer on my bare chest. She clears her throat before meeting my eyes. "I heard about what happened."

"How did you know?"

"Rena." Stella sighs, her fingers run through her hair attractively. "She wouldn't stop screaming and blaming me for being the reason that you two broke up."

Concern and protectiveness wash over me as I instinctively step forward to cradle her face. "Did she hurt you anywhere?"

Stella blinks her eyes, looking surprised. "No. Even if she were to hurt me, I could defend myself." She says softly.

"Thank God." Naturally, I plant a kiss on her forehead. "I don't know what I would do if she had hurt you."

Stella's eyes glisten with indecipherable emotions. "Jaeyun, I'm here not because I want to get back together with you."

My heart feels as though a knife has been stabbed into it. My hands loosen from cradling her face. I swallow down a lump. "Then why are you here, Stella?"

"I just needed to see you." Her tone wavers. "Rena was right. I'm the most selfish person."

"What? No, you're not, love." I counter with a frown. "I know you, Stella."

Stella shakes her head, forcing herself to back away from my touch. "I'm a fucking mess, Jaeyun. I still love you, I really do, but at the same time, I have growing feelings for─"

"I know." I place both hands on her shoulders, attempting to calm her down upon seeing how panicked she looks.

Stella's eyes shine with tears. "That's why we can't be together. Not unless I have sorted out my shit. I don't want to break anyone's hearts."

"I broke yours before, so it's fair that you break mine." A gentle smile graces my lips as I bring her hand towards my lips before I kiss her knuckles. "I don't care what you have to say, but my heart belongs solely to you, Hwang Stella."

"Jaeyun, stop." Her lips quiver. "Don't make this harder on me."

"But it's true, my love." I say softly, still holding her hand. "Even if you break my heart a thousand times, it'll forever remain yours."

"But I'm a mess." She protests weakly.

I caress her cheek with care. "A beautiful mess, but most of all, my mess."

"There are others I hold close to my heart."

"I just want to be yours." My eyes display the longing and desperation for her. "You don't have to choose, love."

Stella bites her lips so harshly that I swear it'll draw blood. "Fuck this."

The next thing I know, she slams her lips against mine, prompting me to hold her steady with my hands on her waist. I can feel a thousand emotions she pours into the kiss with a sense of urgency.

Stella kisses me as though she needs air. Without breaking the liplock, my back hits the wall as I hold her body close to mine. Heat pools within me, and lust clouds my head. She tugs my bottom lip with her teeth, pulling it gently but enough to show that she is in control.

"Fuck," I gasp against her parted lips as we catch our breaths. "I've missed you so fucking much."

Stella presses her body into mine, eliciting a low groan when I feel her heat on my groin. "Does she kiss you the way I do?" She asks, as her dominance is beginning to turn me on. A new side of her.

"No. She doesn't. I didn't even let her kiss me on the lips." My voice sounds whiny. What the fuck? Nonetheless, I yearn for her taste and touch. "Stella, please."

Her eyes darken with lust and desire while a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. "Please what?"

I try to chase for her lips, but she pulls back, teasing. "I don't think you deserve to have another kiss that easily."

Driven by lust and how my manhood is starting to hurt, I have enough of her teasing. Before she knows it, I grab her by the nape and slam my lips on hers. I slowly back her up against the wall.

"Don't fucking tease me again, love." I murmur into the kiss.

"Oh, yeah?" She challenges, her lips parted as we breathe into each other's mouths. "What happens if I do?"

"You're about to find out." My hands lower to her thighs. "Jump."

"She's late again." I mutter under my breath, starting to feel annoyed by her tardiness. She's not usually late to our session. A sigh leaves my lips before I decide to sit on the bench.

Now that I think about it, Stella is getting really good at combat, but I would never admit that to her. She even conquered her fear of pools, despite the fact that her swimming skills are not as good as mine. Truth be told, I don't think she needs my help anymore, seeing how capable she already is.

But why do I still insist on continuing to help her? I mean, I did enjoy our previous session because she wasn't as insufferable as I thought. Are we even friends? Heck, why am I stressing myself about this?

"Sorry, I'm late!" Upon hearing her voice, relief and anticipation spread across my chest. It's weird to feel this way just because I heard her voice, which I once hated and found annoying.

As I finally settle my gaze on her, my heart beats with an unfamiliar momentum. She is attired in her usual gym clothes, which shows off her great, accentuated figure. Her eyes meet mine, and a grin spreads across her lips. But my frown deepens upon noticing how she is limping as she walks.

"Hey, Sunghoon." She greets me, no longer are there animosity or hatred in her eyes as she looks at me. This is getting fucking weird, especially my annoying heart.

I clear my throat and compose myself, appearing as stoic as I can. "Since you're late, you'll have to do twenty push-ups."

Instantly, her grin vanishes. "What?!"

I cross my arms over my chest. "You heard me, Stella."

"How about ten?" She bats her eyelashes at me innocently, doing something to my lower region, to which I internally groan.

Why the fuck am I getting hard over Hwang Stella?

"Twenty-one."

She gasps in disbelief. "Park Sunghoon!"

"Twenty-three."

"Hey! You skipped twenty-two!"

"Twenty-five it is, then." I walk away from her to grab a set of boxing gloves for her.

"I hate you, Park!" She exclaims, but I can discern playfulness in her tone.

I don't know why I'm hesitating as my throat goes dry. "I hate you too, Hwang."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Throughout the whole session, Stella hasn't been giving her best. As her coach, I'm disappointed and dissatisfied with her performance. But what bizarres me is when I feel pure aggravation, especially when it's obvious why she was limping earlier and how she seems slightly lethargy.

I'm not stupid enough to realise that she probably had been with any of my best friends, and I'm leaning more towards Jake, Heeseung, or Jay. To make it worse, I spot hickeys on her collarbones.

And you know what is fucking stupid? It's the fact that I feel bitter and annoyed by her sleeping with one of my best friends when I shouldn't. It isn't in any of my business who she's sleeping with, and I have no right to feel that way.

But why the hell am I being like this?

"Is something wrong?" Stella asks carefully as she approaches me. Thankfully, the session finally ended.

"What do you mean, Hwang?" I ask rather gruffly as I put down the dumbbell. I don't miss the way she flinches visibly.

"You've been acting weird." She points out with a frown.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've always been like this." Please just go, or else I'm afraid I'll lash out at you.

"No." She says stubbornly. "You're not usually like this."

"Well, haven't you thought about your poor performance today?" I ask, sarcasm dripping on my harsh tone.

She blinks her eyes. "But I gave my best."

"No, you didn't." My cold eyes drill straight into her widening ones. "I taught you better than to give me a poor performance."

Hurt resides in her gaze. "Why are you being like this? Okay, fine, I'm sorry about my performance for today, but in the beginning, I gave the same result too, and you weren't mad like you are now!"

Hold it. Hold it. Hold it─

"Who were you with last night?" I ask calmly.

Her eyebrows furrow before she lets out an irritated sigh. "Sunghoon─"

"Answer the damn question, Hwang."

She clenches her jaw. "I was with Jaeyun."

I knew it, and yet, disappointment still befalls me. Irrationality begins to poison my mind, and the temperature in the gym drops. Before I can stop myself, a scoff leaves my lips.

"Do you enjoy having my best friends pinning over you? Do you enjoy being the reason why some of them fought over you?" I take a step forward while my glare burns through her. "Do you enjoy having their attention? Do you enjoy being their slut?"

Stella flinches and staggers a step back, as though I had punched her. The hurt in her eyes remains. But I continue amidst my rage and fucking jealousy.

"I know, Hwang. I know that some of them have feelings for you, and it's fucking sickening. What the hell is so special about you?" I don't realise that I have her backed up against the wall. "You're no different than your sister. All of you Hwangs are fucking selfish. Always wanting more."

The moment a teardrop slides down her cheek, it is as though the toxicity leaves my system. Alas, vines of guilt wrap around my heart.

"Wow." She chuckles sadly. "And here I thought we were already friends. I should've known that you still hated me."

Come on, Park Sunghoon! Speak up!

Stella continues while still looking at me with hurtful yet beautiful eyes. "Thanks for helping me out, but I don't think we should continue anymore." She sniffles, wiping her tear from her cheek as she pushes past me.

"Wait, Stella─" But as I turn around, she has already left the gym, leaving me to reel in guilt and regret while my heart clenches in pain.

What the hell have I done?

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[yunverse]

── REALITY CHECK❕️ PROFILES ONE

LOVE OPERATION CREW!

▸ YN (@/ynsgallery) is a senior at her local highschool. However after being pulled into "Love Operation," she's instead a junior at Decelis academy. Her in-novel character is Yui's bestfiend and also the youngest daughter of her family’s corporation (irl yn getting to live her rich era slay) In the original novel, she is known to despise the four main-leads, who she personally thinks are just cringy men. Contrary to the novel, real life yn is whipped for the four boys, especially Sim Jaeyun and Park Jongseong.

▸ LEE HEESEUNG (@/heeseung_l) the captain of the star football team is a senior at Decelis academy. He's known to be a big flirt, however, he hasn't dated anyone ever since entering school and is also quite secretive when it comes to his feelings. In the novel, he met Yui when he saved her from being hit by a ball. (Ugh cliché)

▸ PARK JONGSEONG (@/p_jongseong) is a senior at Decelis Academy who is recognized as the star player on the football team. He is also the eldest son and heir to his family's company "Park corporations." The boy is often seen as intimidating and carries himself with an aloof attitude. However, in the novel, he slowly warms up to Yui who shows him nothing but kindness.

▸ PARK SUNGHOON (@/prk_hoon) the visual of Decelis academy is a junior and also a member of the school's football team. Along with Jay, he's seen as someone with a cold attitude. However, that doesn't stop students from confessing their love to him. He first noticed Yui during his first year orientation.

▸ SIM JAEYUN (@/jaeyuns) is the school’s representative for academics. The insanely smart third-year is also a player on the football team. Jaeyun received many opportunities to study abroad ever since a young age so he prefers when people call him "Jake." The boy is admired by every passing student and was given the nickname "Decelis's eyecandy" ever since first year.

▸ YUI (@/loveyuri) is the main lead of the novel "Love Operation," and is a junior at Decelis Academy. She doesn't come from a wealthy background and is only able to attend the academy due to her special scholarship. She is oblivious to the war the four boys have going on to win her heart.

▸ TOP SECRET (@/ynssecrets) a private account yn made after getting pulled into the "Love Operation" world. Please save her, she's very much confused 😭🤕

✰. PREVIOUS / MASTERLIST / NEXT

SYNOPSIS › Shocked by the sudden revelations, yn realizes that she has been pulled into another world belonging to her favourite reverse-harem novel as the female lead’s best friend. Content with her new life, she excitedly watches from the sidelines knowing every single encounter in the novel would be unravelling right in front of her. However, as time goes on, she slowly comes to the horrifying realization that the characters she seemingly idolized are not who they seem to be.

TAGLIST (open)

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[☆] — author's note: yes, the character profiles for the main novel characters are supposed to be a little bland to fit the overall "typical fairy tale main lead + love interest vibe" (after all, they are technically novel characters) but the other profiles will be more entertaining I promise :)

[ampasmen]

Hey there! Soo since i just woke up from sleep I have a lot of ninjago au's and just want to summarize it and share a bit info of it, if you guys curious feel free to ask me about the au 👍

Don't blow your cover AU

Based on "クール男子" anime or "play it cool guys" it centered around the ninja and they all are super clumsy. Slice of life and humor, set in modern and no powers.

Manor of the abyss AU:

11 kids stuck in unknown manor and try to find their way out and try to figuring out about themselves even further.

Project sekai AU:

All the characters involved with music and hey there's hatsune miku and the crew! And many of gays, gays right allright.

Turning green AU:

My boy Lloyd having identity crisis and cannot control his emotion/everytime he has strong emotions he turned into giant green dragon.

Mystreet AU (Based from aphmau series):

I do not support aphmau, but the au just basically ninjago but in mystreet element world.

Fuck the destiny AU:

Everyone's life get fucked over and now they are rebelling about their destiny and the cloud kingdom to changed their life over again.

Coffee shop AU:

Oh hey look all of them work at Cafe, all of them are super gay.

Romantic killer AU:

Centered around Jay to find a love interest, Jay's harem (I say so)

Wonderland AU:

Little Lloyd lost in the wood, followed a fox hybrid and somehow transport into wonderland. Has some elements of "alice in musicland" too

Milgram AU:

Everyone is now a prisoners and pixal being a warden oh what will happen next? Dunno how many characters will add but hey are they guilty or are they innocent? Stay tuned!

Supernatural hunters AU:

Buzzfeed unsolved + ghost file fusion, all of them getting into shit with ghost and supernatural being.

[just-here-for-the-art-shit]

Welcome to the new year mon amies, I wanted to do a special preview of some of the MH fics I've been working on and planning for the 2022 year, once the current fics I have running have been finished. I can't wait to share them all with you!

Moonrise (Sundown Part 2)

With The Operator nothing more than a wilting tree, Jay and Tim are free to live their lives in their own slice of heaven in peace ... or so they thought. There's no rest for the wicked, and Jay finds out there's a lot more life in the canyons then most can see - or rather, death. Old friends and new unite to take on the strange skull-faced shooter. M-E rated, A Bram centric fic with a side of fluffy Tessica.

~

"Aw, my boy, you have a gift."

"G-gift? I wouldn't exactly call it a gift but-"

"It is a gift - one, though, that comes with many responsibilities."

~

Two steps - he's prying the car door open - five - he puts a gun to the engineer's head. "Get up - you better start talking, pal."

"What … where am I?"

"You should be at the bottom of the gulch."

"I don't … remember…"

~

"The souls of Miranda, entwined with the magic of your own, singing the song of creation. The mirrors all shatter, the piano strikes a dull note, and the sky falls."

".... Does anyone understand this hocus-pocury shit?"

~~~

Legend of the Phoenix

Given a second chance, Jay Merrick reincarnates at the start of it all, 2006. With a new lease on life, he has only one thing on his mind - revenge. E-rated, A Jam centric fic following Jay's pov.

~

"Oh … you missed the waiter - you can have some of my food…"

He shrugs, "That's alright, I'm not that hungry."

"Oh my GOD Tim, just eat the man's food, he's not going to bite your arm off." Brian says obnoxiously loud, elbowing him.

"I will personally fight you in this restaurant."

~

"You sound like I'm going to my death." 

"God I hope not. Take care man." 

Poor Brian. He doesn't see, doesn't remember the atrocities. Brian died early in the chaos - thank goodness. Of all people, Brian is one of the ones that never deserved this. He went quick - he hopefully didn't suffer for long. That warm, summer smile was preserved forever, untainted by the wear and tear of paranoid years and tapes and strange messages. 

"Drive safe." He says, and for once today, he thinks it to be true.

~

"Bark bark!"

Ha. He almost forgot about the dog. Here comes the next line -

"Seth, did you bring your dog?"

"Yeah … sorry. I didn't have a sitter."

Alex sighs. "It's … fine … I think we need to wrap up for the weekend anyway, everyone's tired. We'll try again Monday."

…... Huh? That's … not anticipated.

~~~

H.E. Double Hockey-Sticks

Welcome to Hell! Jay - Paimon, and Jessica - Lilith, start out their new demonic lives as soldiers making their way through the ranks of the Imperial Palace, But of course, it's never as easy as it sounds. Dozens of demon lords, kings, dukes and several more make up the hierarchy of Hell, and with that comes a lot of personalities - and a lot of treachery, threatening to overthrow Lucifer himself.

(This is literally a Palace harem au not joking) T - E rated, A Jay-centric polyhornets fic!

~

He peels his cooked, aching body off the mattress like burnt salami, string of drool still rolling down his face as he slips into his gear. What the hell did he do to deserve this?

Today is partner sparring - thank goodness. Jessica still beats his ass, but educates him too, unwilling to give up on him.

~

"The crown prince Satan is well … Satan … but Lucifer… he's kind of a mystery… They say he's truly in charge, but Satan usually makes all his appearances."

"Huh … interesting. Sounds like a mystery …"

"Don't go investigating it now."

His eyes flash, "Why not?"

"Are you insane? Do you want to die?"

"No, but I might be a tiny bit insane - besides, what else is there to do around here for fun."

"I wouldn't consider looking into the history of the Morning Star 'fun.'"

~

"Beleth is coming!"

"Beleth?"

The hall bursts in a fury of whipping winds and fumes, a roar shakes the cathedral, and then a blast of white light.

"ANGELS!" The room turns into uproar, as demons scatter themselves everywhere.

In walks a thin man with glasses. "Pathetic!" He yells. "How do any of you expect to go against even a low rank cherub! Who let you pass through!?"

(And so, so much more I can't wait to publish)

~~~

Marble Heroes

Fresh out of school, Jay takes a hero internship under one of the mightiest heroes known to man - ok, so maybe the only reason he got the internship is because Alex is his BFF. There's lot more to being a hero than just fighting villains - but try telling him that when he continuously runs into the same one over and over. T rated, a Jam centric fic with a hint of Brilex.

~

"Shit - they're already here - cover the backways!"

"W- Alex- and he's gone … great."

~

"Stay down kid, this fight is over."

"Mmm-gh?"

"I know I didn't hit you that hard. Now go to sleep. You'll heal."

"Goo-night…"

"Good night."

~

"Good evening."

"Ag-b!!!!" In a flurry of limbs, he nearly tumbles off the ledge, scraping himself back onto the roof. "Don't do that!"

"And you're supposed to be a hero? Anyone could've gotten the drop on you."

~~~

And if time permits, I hope to share many, many more this year.

[whumpbby]

Jason feeling Dick’s knot for the first time. 🤗

Stay with me, dude, you can still save me!!:O 

Let’s go back to the Murder!Verse where Jason, after revealing himself to the family, begins the slow process of returning to Gotham. And it’s slow, like. very. There are issues to address and they didn’t disappear just because Joker did - and Joker’s disappearance is something that still haunts Bruce. Not because he regrets it, but because it’s a mystery he didn’t get to solve and it weights on him - the uncertainty that it’s just a long game on Joker’s behalf. 

But Jay won’t tell him anymore than what he already did. Many alphas wanted his attention, one did it, no, he doesn’t remember his face, he wasn’t all there when it happened, but he’s grateful. Can we not talk about it, please? 

The case of Tim becoming Robin has to be discussed, explained, accepted. Jason isn’t openly resentful, but he needs an explanation and he needs it from Bruce, not anyone else. He’s calmer now, though, more settled, he can give Bruce time to gather his words. He doesn’t wish Tim misfortune, but it may be better to meet on a neutral ground. 

Jason, overall, is startled by the abundance of kids surrounding Bruce now, at their enthusiasm and the noise that sometimes overtakes the Manor - whereas before it was just him and two men, occasionally Dick. Now it’s different and he’s not sure he likes it, even though Damian stays at his side almost constantly. 

However his life with the League has ended, he grew used to being alone - to being on his own, a part of a tight, but little family who tended to speak with gestures more than with words. He grew used to a certain way of living - even with the Outlaws, he was allowed his solitary ways. Manor isn’t like that anymore and Jason flounders, he’s unsettled. He’s not used to being ‘an older brother’. He was an only child, then a child of no-one, then a younger sibling and then a mother and a first omega of a reserved clan. He’s not comfortable being a brother again, especially when he can’t hide behind the ceremony stuffed into his head throughout the years. 

He fought with Talia about Damian’s upbringing, yes, but there was never a doubt in his head that she was his alpha. That Ra’s was his alpha. Want it or not, he grew up as a part of an established pack, with a strong leader in charge and borders of what he could and couldn’t do clearly drawn. He fought with Talia, because it was expected of him and she allowed it in that one instance. He didn’t have to submit to his alphas in bed, but that was as far as his rights went. 

In Gotham, he’s floundering. His pack is strong, but chaotic, eclectic. Bruce is a strong alpha in charge, but not in the way Jason needs - or wants - him to be. 

Want it or not, he needed support from an alpha willing to help him find himself again. 

That alpha turned to be Dick. 

Dick, who was familiar, nearly unchanged. Who was a good man and a self-assured, but modern alpha and cared about Damian already. Who was also, unexpectedly, interested. And perceptive enough to figure out what the issue was. 

They started slow, but when Jason’s first heat rolled around he had no qualms about asking for help. He was used to having alphas help him though his heats - either his alphas or strong soldiers of the League Jay found attractive and promising enough to invite into his nest (he wasn’t lying, his attention was a boon at the time) - and so he wasn’t ashamed to ask Dick. 

Dick, well, wasn’t used to omegas being so forward - West wasn’t used to omegas treating their heats with this sort of pragmatic detachment - but, welp, what was an alpha to do? Of course, he agreed. 

And that was a good decision, because Jason knew tricks that Dick was hard-pressed to imagine. Trained in a harem, the big and tough omega turned into a dream-come true one his heat began, blowing Dick away like nothing before. 

And for Jason, being with Dick was the final step - the final stitch in the tapestry of his new life. When he was finally held down and knotted, it was like a being accepted by his old pack as well as being marked by the new one - Dick was the second alpha, after all. It felt like coming home.  

[alleytownstrays]

“are you that blind?” outlaws x reader hcs

request - ‘Hi! I just found your account and saw that you write for the new 52 outlaws. I wanted to request a fic where the reader who is younger than all the members of the outlaws. She is not a part of them but is just helping them temporarily (she’s not a huge fan of vigilante stuff) and the outlaws are in a poly relationship and they want the reader to be a part of it because are all smitten by her however she is very oblivious.’

message - oh HONEY. I’ve made it so that they’ve got a relationship with her each but to make it poly, sister has no braincells.

warning - this is so short and shitty wow

- You first met the Outlaws through a police case you were working on for the GCPD, you’re a private investigator normally but you took it on for an old school friend from a few years back.

- You first met Red Hood - it had taken a while for him to reveal himself as the late Jason Todd but you took it under your wing with a shrug and a ‘This is Gotham man, who cares?’ - and upon Jay sussing out that you weren’t some lowlife he had brought you to meet the others also because you looked like great fun.

- Kori had become your wingwoman very, very fast and you met up all the time for coffee and just a break from both your crime infused worlds, she had taken notice of the twisting in stomach quickly since it registered with her every time you laughed and every time your eyes widened at something you loved. Kori and you remained in a sense ‘exclusive but open’, she didn’t think you were falling for anyone else.

- But damn.

- Roy Harper holy shit.

- The second you and Roy had met you immediately got on, he introduced himself witha flirty remark and you took in your stride so fast that Roy was fucking smitten. You guys were the original dating for friends, holding hands and draping your bodies over the other, swinging by late at night when the other felt bad or needy. It was a match made in heaven and Jason felt goddamn proud he had introduced the two of you to each other. Roy felt connected to you and he wasn’t going to stop just because of his relationship with the others.

- When Kori had mentioned his feelings to Roy one night when Jason and Artemis were playing video games and in their own world, Roy freaked the fuck out.

- What the fuck do you mean you like Y/N?? I like Y/N?!

- Jason had noticed the weird aura between the two and turned to them, “I really love idiots huh? You guys are about to start some anime level harem, man.”

- Artemis shrugged the whole thing off, not minding whether you entered into their relationship because she had respect for you - since the second you met, she had grown respect for you and your curiousity, you wanted to learn everything about Amazonian culture and wanted to know everything about her. Nothing fazed you, even her most gruesome stories, it was interesting and you peaked Artemis’ interest.

- It was then as a group, Bizarro was down to invite you because he thought you were a ‘nice man female, they decided that they wanted you and for no one else to have you except them. Nothing stood in their way except well...

- You.

- You were absolutely brilliant, intelligent and kind, a real angel and light that didn’t really exist in Gotham anymore. You were young, younger than them, but still able to make your own decisions without someone else standing over you.

- But there was times when you were ridiculous.

- Like Jason and Roy tag-team flirting with you or being more touchy than usual.

- Or Kori taking you to a fancy restaurant and stopping every few minutes to take in the sight of you in a beautiful outfit.

- Bizarro had even told you that he liked you a lot but your dumb self only replied with, ‘I like you too Biz!’

- You were so oblivious and under the impression that you were just like a sister to these people that everything went but all these idiots wanted to do was cuddle you inbetween their muscly selves and make sure you’re happy for the rest of your life.

- They were beginning to get irritated with you but none of these vigilante softies could stay angry when you used to come over with a bright smile that filled their hearts and bags carrying food to fill their fridges.

- Guess they could wait a little more before telling you how they all felt.

- But it was a race to see who confessed first.

request me here!

[bluboothalassophile]

hello blu! i'm sorry to bother you, but i don't know if you still can receive requests but, i'd like to request if possible for you, a fic about girl's night out (inspired by TTG girls's night out episodes), and now that the batgirls can be part of the gang too. haha and also, which would be the boys reaction to this haha. thank you so much blu i hope you have fun!!!

Hello,

You’re not a bother, if you were I’d say as much. I still take requests, I’m just slower now responding to them and I enjoy them. I’m not sure this turned out how you would have wanted, but I do hope you enjoy it! =)

GuyTalk…

Jason supposed that he was only here because the guys wereconvinced that the girls’ night out was a conspiracy theory or something. Notthat he particularly cared, Jason was just here because of the PS4, and it happenedto be his apartment all th guys were in. Seriously, it couldn’t be that bad.

“You’re not at all concerned about this dude!?” the annoyinggreenling friend of Dick and Raven’s demanded.

“Should I be?” Jason asked not bothering to look from hisgame. It wasn’t that mind consuming of a game, but it was nice and mind numbingand after the week he’d had, mind numbing was good.

“Dude, you slept with Donna, Kara, Rose, and Raven, aren’tyou worried at all about them gossiping at all?” the greenling demanded.

“Unlike you I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied,” Jason jabbedsharply as he paused his game to go get a beer.

“Seriously, what’s the big deal, and Jay’s good friends withthem,” Roy shrugged.

“How do you do that?” Mon-El demanded.

“What the fuck are you even doing here? what are any of youdoing here!?” Jason demanded as he opened the beer and tossed the lid on the counterof his not-so-safe safe house. He was going to need a new place, lucky for himhe already had about five lined up.

“Because we never hang out with you little wing, you nevercome to guys’ night, so we brought it to you!” Dick announced.

“Uh-huh, seriously, it’s girl’s night, what’s the worst thatcould happen?” Jason rolled his eyes.

“Do girls compare cocks like we do tits?” Garfield demanded.

“And the greenling wonders why he never gets a girlfriend.” Jasonmuttered sipping his beer.

“He’s dating Rose,” Tim piped up.

“I know, Rose and I chat, but she won’t call him aboyfriend,” Jason shrugged.

“You and Rose chat!?” Garfield squeaked.

“All the time, and dinner once a month,” Jason shrugged. Heand Rose were still friends, even when they ended being sex buddies. Removingthe sex hadn’t changed much between Jason and Rose.

“With my girlfriend!?” Gar shouted.

“I don’t think she’s ever used the term boyfriend whendescribing you,” Jason stated.

“Really?” Tim and Dick piped up.

Jason smirked as he sipped his beer.

“We should go check in on the girls, make certain they aren’t…you know, in trouble,” Roy said awkwardly.

“You just want Donna to tie you up,” Jason stated.

“You’ve bee there too my friend,” Roy smirked.

“True, but it was a one-time thing, and what’s spying on thegirls going to reveal?” Jason demanded.

“Who’s the best they ever had?” Mon-El suggested.

Jason snorted; since three of his ex-lovers were there, plushis current lover, he was pretty sure he was the best in bed.

“Me!” Dick announced.

“Why?”

“He’s flexible,” Jason snickered.

“Well, not in the way you’re implying, but yes, I’mflexible, and know what I’m doing,” Dick pointed out.

“No, I’m pretty sure I win here, I can vibrate every cell inmy body; ultimate pleasure man,” Wally announced gleefully. “You should hearLinda shout!”

“Are you sure she’s not just fakin’ it?” Gar asked.

“Are you sure?” Jason, Dick, and Tim deadpanned thegreenling simultaneously.

“I can get a girl off!” Gar defended.

“This conversation just got weird,” Duke decided as hecontinued listening to his music.

“I feel this is a valid question,” Roy stated.

“What!? I have too! Just ask Raven or Terra! Or Rose!” Gardefended.

“Jason, what has Raven said?”

“He never completed the act when her empathy was unleashed,”Jason answered knowingly. The one time he had brought it up with Raven was theone time she hadn’t unleashed it on him. It was such a fucking turn on, and awoman’s orgasm, it was complex, it was powerful, and honestly, it wasaddicting. Jason loved when Raven reflected all of her emotions; it was herpurest state, just honest. The best way to describe to describe feeling Raven’sempathy was like drinking the best wine, or a good aged scotch, it wasdelicious, it was intoxicating, and unforgettable. The first time Raven hadever reflected on him it had shattered his mind, startled him, and drove him onbecause fuck, that felt good. The first time she ever withheld it from him hadscared the shit out of him enough to have him stopping and demanding to knowwhat was going on, and where the hell her empathy was, she had seemed baffledshe’d been doing it for that long.

“What?” Roy, Dick, Duke, and Tim were all staring at him,and Mon-El looked confused.

“Oh come on! it is not cool, it’s freaky! I bet not even youcould handle it!” Gar shouted. Jason just sipped his beer.

“Wait! What does Raven do?” Wally demanded, now lookinginterested in the conversation.

“She reflects her emotions, like her orgasm and stuff, it’sfreaky!” Gar pulled a face, but the others were looking at him forconfirmation.

“Yeah, she reflects her emotions, and her orgasms, it’sfucking amazing,” Jason shrugged and took another sip of his beer.

“She can really do that? Did not think she could,” Roy said.

Jason shrugged.

“Kori’s hair burns brighter,” Dick shrugged.

“This is true,” Roy agreed.

“Do you ever think it’s weird that you all know these girlsthis well?” Duke asked.

Wally, Roy, Tim, Dick and he looked at one another.

“It’d only be weird if we were sleeping with the same girlat the same time. Besides, it’s not like we can control which of us they allowin their bed,” Roy pointed out.

“This is true, and they’re all badass women,” Dick nodded.

“So we’re going to go spy on them and settle this?” Timasked.

“Yup,”Dick and Wally were bolting already.

Jason groaned.

“I think Jay’s going to win this, he’s already got four ofthem,” Roy snickered.

“You make it sound like I’ve got a harem, I’m a one girl ata time kind of guy. Do you realize the amount of work women are?” Jason demanded.

“Wait for me!” Mon-El said as he, Roy, and Tim left.

[ivelle-serenity]

Skateboard 2

Wind breaker

fem bodied reader | smut | pwp | jayjo/fml | vinny/fml | wooin/fml | joker/fml | owen/fml | enemies to lovers | angsty | reverse harem? | all characters featured are 18+

author's note: This is a slow-burn story, but don't worry, it will have smut. I actually want to speed things up so we can have those kinds of scenes. btw, I want my story to have action as well, so yeah.

✧˖° — windbreaker men

✧˖° — mdni, smut, description of not safe for work content.

I had sworn off biking. I refused to touch those pedals again after what happened. That bike wouldn't control my life anymore. It nearly wrecked my grades. That's why I'm in Korea now, to get things back on track. Hoping for a fresh start.

But now, recalling my challenge to those guys, everything flipped. I was mad at myself. None of this would have happened if Wooin had just bought the bike yesterday.

I dropped my skateboard with a sigh, eyeing my bike. I moved away, ready to start skating. I had told Jay in class earlier that we'd meet at the skatepark. He didn't react much, so I took that as a green light.

After landing a slick slide move, I smoothly spun my skateboard. Flip tricks were my jam, the source of my skating joy. But I didn't stop there. I tackled the tallest ramp and smoothly glided down, board stuck to my feet. I leaned, balancing my body for the drop. That move was my specialty, grabs/airs.

I sensed someone watching me. Adjusting my helmet and my curly hair, I grinned when I saw Jay nearby, looking serious by my bike. He held his bike but wasn't riding.

His friends chattered, but he was lost in thought, focused on me. It quickened my pulse, but I didn't let it show.

"You're late," I quipped, skateboard in hand.

"Please don't say you want to race here?!" Dom's dramatic reaction cut in.

I noticed they were with a few girls and a guy. Some of them are my classmates so i'm kinda familiar with their names.

"Why? Nervous?" I teased, removing my helmet.

"But isn't this unfair? Jay's not used to biking in a place like this. You have the upper hand," the girl with pink hair pointed out.

"She's got a point," Dom's friend chimed in. "Plus, who races in a skatepark?" Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Plenty do," I replied calmly, though a bit irritated. "This is just nothing if you really know how to bike."

My words hung in the air, making everyone pause. All eyes turned to Jay, who had been quietly observing me. He seemed to be deciphering my expression, his own unreadable. Mysterious yet undeniably attractive. I arched an eyebrow at him.

"Ready to race or not?"

He sighed. "I was just waiting for you to finish." His brief but serious response caught me off guard.

A small smirk played on my lips. This is getting interesting. I quickly went to my bike. I wasn't sure if my outfit was race-appropriate since I didn't have any history of serious racing or tournament participation. I was just wearing a cropped long-sleeve cardigan with matching pants.

I glanced at Jay beside me and saw him adjusting his helmet. His expression was serious as he watched the slide-like structure where I had been playing earlier.

"Miss, if Jay wins, can you do my assignment too? Pretty please?" Dom suddenly appeared beside me. I just shook my head before laughing.

"Yeah, sure."

"That girl has the same vibe as Jay. Am I the only one who notices that?" one of Dom's friends remarked. If I recall correctly, his friends had called him Minu earlier, so that might be his name.

"They're both smart. But in biking? I don't think so," the girl with pink hair chimed in irritably.

Glancing at Jay, who was observing me, I couldn't resist teasing him. "Is that your girlfriend? She seems a bit whiny. Is that your type?"

"No, she's not," he replied simply.

"So that's not Shelly?"

He shot me a cold look, as if he didn't appreciate me mentioning his girlfriend's name. That's not my fault! I was just confused because he was with that girl earlier when he arrived. So I assumed she was Shelly. But obviously, judging from Jay's expression, she wasn't his girlfriend.

"Calm down, I was just asking," I chuckled before resting my arms on the handlebars.

"You're so noisy," he said emotionlessly.

I grinned. "Your girlfriend's not here? No moral support from her?"

"Why do you keep asking me about her?" he furrowed his brows. I raised my hands in a playful surrender.

He was cute when he got riled up.

"Just like I said, I was just asking."

"Then stop asking. Let's just get this over with. I still have to study," he replied flatly.

I paused as I remembered that I also needed to study. We had a quiz tomorrow. Jay noticed my reaction, so I avoided his gaze. What does he think? Does he think he's the only one allowed to worry about his studies? But that's the same reason I'm here in Korea.

"You're right. I still need to review too," I added, noticing the disbelief on his face.

I positioned myself, noting the arrival of the girl in pink in front of us. She looked serious and appeared to be the one starting our race with Jay. I glanced at Jay again, seeing him focus intently on the slide structure ahead, probably calculating equations in his mind.

"Aria, please start! I still don't have my physics assignment!" Dom pleaded, thinking Jay could easily win.

"Okay... Are you ready, Jay?" Aria asked, and Jay nodded.

"Aren't you going to ask me?" I said with a frown.

She smirked, "No, why bother?"

Annoyed, I rolled my eyes. When Aria counted down to three, Jay swiftly started biking, and I leaned casually on my bike as he took off. Was he really taking this seriously? It seemed like he wanted to give me a hard time with his assignments.

"What's she doing?"

"Why isn't she speeding up?"

As Jay approached the curve, I increased my pedaling speed. I heard gasps from Jay's friends. I grinned as I managed to keep up with Jay, surprising him. He glanced at me with disbelief but I kept pedaling. I sensed his hesitation due to the pavement's condition. I accelerated to avoid losing balance, knowing my bike might veer off if it hit a rough spot.

"Fuck! Is she really going through there?" Dom exclaimed.

"Does she want to get hurt? That's dangerous!" his girlfriend chimed in.

My bike soared through the air, and I adjusted my body to maintain control. Jay followed suit, but his landing wasn't as smooth due to his slower speed. He hadn't accelerated enough. I even executed a Wheelie trick to stabilize my bike, almost reaching the finish line.

My attention faltered when I spotted a guy with red hair from a distance. I furrowed my brows, instantly losing focus because of it.

"Seriously," I muttered, noticing Vinny's crew in the distance. 

Why were they here? Damn it. Vinny's insults about being a girl echoed in my mind. I remembered how I insulted their crew, saying biking was for kids, but here I was racing against my classmate.

My bike slowed down, giving Jay the chance to speed past me and win. Frustration etched on my face as I crossed the finish line after him.

"What was that?" Jay approached me. Anger was evident on his face.

"W-What do you mean?" I forced a laugh. "Oh come on, don't tell me you actually believe I'd win?"

He stared at me intensely. Sweaty and breathless, we locked eyes, his filled with anger.

"You did it on purpose. We both knew you would win, but why did you do that?"

“I didn’t do anything, Jay.” I said with full confidence. . "I was just bored, so I challenged you. There's no way I'll join your crew."

I couldn't tell if I was lying to myself or speaking the truth. A part of me resists joining their crew because, as I said, I'm done with biking. But being around this man changes everything. Because of him, I find myself wanting to be part of their group. To enter their competitions. I want to understand him better, to get closer to him. How is it that he effortlessly exudes such allure? He's not supposed to be my type. I mean, I have no right to call anyone a nerd when I've been called that myself. But something about him draws me in.

But of course, that's just a fantasy. He has a girlfriend. And trust me, the moment I learned she's beautiful, I quickly dismissed any thoughts about Jay from my mind.

"Don't worry; I'll still do your assignment--" I added.

"Let's do it again," Jay interrupted firmly, surprising me. "I won't accept the result if I know you let me win that easily."

"You're crazy; I just told you that you're really good--"

"What's happening here?" We both stopped when Vinny spoke behind me. Jay's friends also approached. I felt the tension between the two crews.

"What's that trash doing here?" Dom's expression changed upon seeing Joker and Wooin.

"Why didn't you invite us to your race, Demitra? I would love to see you win against their so-called ace," Wooin's tone was challenging.

"You're friends with them?" Minu asked. I was about to shake my head when Vinny spoke up.

"If she was, what about it?" Vinny's tone was dangerous, causing me to back up. He was now at eye level with Jay.  Dom was supposed to say something but Vinny cut him off. 

I tightened my grip on my palm. "This is becoming interesting," Wooin exclaimed with excitement. He was with Hyuk and Joker, exchanging glances with the Hummingbird crew.

Vinny scoffed. "So this is your training? Racing against a girl?" He said it disbelievingly to Jay.

"Since when did you start putting down girls?" Dom asked, annoyed. "Did you do this to Shelly before?"

Vinny stayed quiet.

I clenched my fist. I couldn't believe it. I recently found out from Sunny High students that Vinny used to be part of Hummingbird. Now that I realized he was friends with these people, especially Jay's girlfriend, it only fueled my anger even more.

How could he respect girl riders in Hummingbird but disrespect me? We may not be close, but he had no right to insult my abilities.

I shot Wooin a glare. "Just go. Take your crew and leave," I said firmly, trying to contain my frustration. The smirk vanished from Wooin's face, replaced by a scowl. He exchanged a tense look with me before muttering a curse and adjusting his hair in irritation.

"Fine," he turned away and motioned to his friends, especially Vinny. "We'll wait. Finish your little chat with the nerds first," he added with a sneer.

"Who're you calling a nerd, jerk?" Dom almost lunged forward but was held back by Yuna. Minu and June looked equally irritated, while Jay maintained a watchful gaze on me.

Mia, looking confused and concerned, spoke up, "What's gotten into Vinny? He's never like this, especially not with us or with riders like Shelly."

Minu's response was short and sharp, "He's just being an idiot, plain and simple."

My chest tightened as I realized they knew Vinny's behavior because they were close to him. It meant Vinny wasn't naturally disrespectful towards women; there was something personal here, and I couldn't fathom what it was besides our rocky start.

"I'll handle your assignment later," I told Jay, trying to diffuse the tension.

He met my eyes with a steely gaze. "No. We'll do it together."

I blinked in surprise. "W-What?"

"That race wasn't fair," Jay explained evenly. "I won't let you take the fall for it alone," he added, a touch of determination in his voice.

[dwestfieldblog]

SUMERIANTIME BLUES

With a Red Indian Summer chant...Hitherehowareya, hitherehowareya...Hi there, how are ya? Not my joke but I love it. Please don't ask what film it comes from, not exactly highbrow film noir, more low dirty primary colour cartoon. Anyway...let's pretend to be serious...arf.

Greetings from the Golden City/Anarcadia, all hail the black Madonna and the Rosy Cross...Sultry, feral and on heat...In the hollow of the temple, the vein that needs to burst. And at last, a storm to break the tension...release...a bolt of lightning smashed down about twenty metres from my window last night with an intensity of total sound I have never heard before. The ape man cowered in terror and the magician marvelled in thrill, which is how it should be...respect and wonder. Now, Morning song...At dawn there is an unknown bird which trills the first six notes of Stravinsky's The Firebird Suite'. Yes really. And, having checked, it is even the same notes. And the magpies sound like Varese. Meanwhile, back on the island...

Oh Britain... England my cowardly lion heart....I remember reading in 2008 that the UK has1percent of the world's population but 20percent of its CCTV cameras. Now, nine years later....'Rise and rise again till lambs become lions'? Pa! And HA! (Hiram Abif, the architect) From where does such passivity to irrevocable changes stem? GM Frankenfood? The oestrogen in the water supply? Chemtrails? Always seems a touch dubious to me when there are killing attacks made just before a general election and it is revealed that the 'lone wolf' characters were already known to the security services. If I were truly into conspiracy theories (and, despite all appearances, I am not), I might suggest that they were allowed to happen in order to have yet more restrictive laws passed by whichever party is in power. And of course, it is not the parties which hold the actual power. Are those muppet caricatures Boris and Gove going to blather and oil their way up the chain of slime again? At least we have the best sense of humour in the world...self deprecating sarcastic surrealism and a monopoly on fart jokes....

A Czech newspaper had the headline 'Britain Falls into Chaos.' Think that happened quite a long bastard while ago, but it could always be worse, says the realistic pessimist. My imminent 'holiday' in the UK will see me attempting to maintain my distance from the news but it will be hard not to be infected with the national mind set again. A hard discipline of emotional distance is required but I always love walking around the heart of London, the streets are ablaze and swarming with energies, stories and multicolour.  

I set a smart teenage student some homework last week about what she would do if she were World President. A moral and well balanced page of A4 writing was handed over where her main idea involved better, deeper education for the poor and the masses (as well as support for genuine refugees and limited time on the Net for young people). Good work. I would start in those countries which pretend to be democracies but appear have become run by and full of deeply soulless idiots such as (fill in the blank). Educatshun is the onlee way forward oar wee is domed. Funn wiv langwidge.  

Think about what the Mass believes and the fact that they are a Mass... the believed information used to be 'If the priest/teacher tells me, they must be right'...then that nonsense became 'If its in the papers it must be true'. Now it seems to have become 'If it's on the internet it must be real' Fake news and propaganda...Vested interests... oil and other businesses and Putin surpassing the former work of the CIA and stirring the shit up all over the world. What happens if I push these two groups together... then introduce a third party to cause a deepening chaos? Evil glee. Money to be made and power to be taken because Nature abhors the vacuum left after chaos...and psychic vampires adore the blood energy of fear.    

Oliver Stone's serial on Putin...hmmm...does the baldhead truly feel himself as no more than a helpless cog in wheel of history, grinding on events beyond his control? Poor fellow. Looked cute together with the golden shower kid this month.  

Heard that Michael Moore is to do a documentary on Duck Fart, sure it will be as righteously destructive as it needs to be...just sticking to the absolute facts and verbatim quotes in context should be enough to do it. Hoist him high on his own petard. Nice headline in the International Guardian about America becoming a rogue state due to the blonde egomaniac's decision to go against the climate change accord (and all his other genuinely insane ideas)...well his poor billionaire friends need all the support they can get eh? 'Evil' is un-evolved energy. So perhaps I should pretend to be a smiling Buddhist and feel sympathy for the sad little (ter)mites. But I don't. He and they of their ilk are ruining this planet and Mother is going to be very very angry. Earth First. Very decent of BP (British Petroleum) to have given Duck Fart 500,000 dollars for his election celebration. After 97 million dollars in corporate donations, you can be sure they expect him to be their whore bitch...or else.  

And as for all his posturing against American law itself...after having sworn 'To protect, defend and uphold the Constitution of the United States'...with his hand on the Bible...hmmm....you have to laugh at his infantile rage against a democracy which allowed him within quacking distance of the White House, let alone into the Oval Orifice...Whaddya mean I can't build a wall (between the land grab of Tex Ass and Mexico) and take total control of U.S media? The darkest is yet to come, just before a golden dawn. Illuminated Ones, it is time to get your finger out and SHINE a light

across this globe. Get with it, get this foul reptilian out. The tweeting duck needs spit roasting. But first glaze him with a golden shower eh?

And in other depressing news... one of Osama bin Liner's sons has vowed to continue 'holy' war in his father's name and install a global caliphate. Etc. Nice to have a hobby. Good to keep busy with purpose... Without such, the ennui, nausea and panic set in hard and thoughts turn to suicide rather than mass murder, and we wouldn't want that eh? And yet worse... Au Sang Su Ki...it is becoming apparent that she is following in the bloody footprints of the ones who kept her imprisoned. I truly hope not but the facts scream for themselves. And as for Iran, a country where a girl can be held criminally responsible at the lunar age of 9 (boys get off easier at 15) but cannot actually be executed until they are 18....Allah bless such a merciful state of foul patriarchs...But  to close that paragraph with a skateboarding duck story to send you to bed with a smile, good to hear the founding leader of daesh has gone to meet his harem of 72 virgins and their mothers in law, hope that isn't fake news.  

Facebook...the recent F8 (FATE) event...new updates to augment reality on your mobile screens and share the images...well this would almost sound like art, if not for the fact 'FACT' (copyright Duck Fart) that Mr Zuckerberg (and here the NSA can pick up on an actual name in these blogs which generally use pseudonyms) is thinking of running for office. Or an orifice, take your pick. My tube/your Facebook is designed to make money and manipulate the gullible and outsource/ in-source their users information while you thrill to the idea of an unreal connection to truth. Suckers. Why let yourself be used as fodder unless you are truly a deep masochist?  You had better be DAMN sure that you do not care whether or not you are a puppet. Psychic nudity is only for those who have truly chosen such. I stand by everything I have written in every blog. Networking keeps you in touch with a distorted and distracting version of reality, i-phone therefore I am...anti-social media... 'Every day of your life, you're sitting in a database, just ready to be looked at'. E.S.

Been wondering again about the prevalence of doctors who prescribe drugs just because they have been given free holidays or various enticements by the companies which make them. Not such a far fetched idea unfortunately. I have had recent talks with various chemists in Czech and the UK about this too to check the facts. Seems a real shame that so many healers work against their own Hippocratic Oath. A promise of hypocrisy perhaps. A special circle of Hell is reserved for them...

Apart from my five worsening health problems, I seem to be recording two double cds...33 songs now and another ten possibles on the peripheral third eye horizon. I plan to have only three more sessions in which to complete all. See how I love to count. Wonder which will stop me first, illness or lack of money? Already not looking forward to the non Zen emptiness of winter...so New Zealand here I come...

'I long so much to be where I was before I was me.'  (Screamin' Jay Hawkins.)

Occasionally my usual good natured self (ARF/fnord) is over-run by the blackest of humours...yesterday, walking down a long main street, I saw a small group of folk with banners and twisted expressions, and stopped to be given two leaflets which caused me to laugh out loud like Lucifer as I went on my way. Early next morning I checked their web site...; 'RAPTURE... HE WILL COME SOON, ARE YOU READY?'. That's how excited his followers make him feel. Open your orifices and let the load of the lord in. Impregnate thyselves with the holy seed...Sex and religion are always such an arousing mix.  

Once more, for the lossless Hi-Fi record, I have my own personal belief in what I call God and the Christ and all the others...what I dislike is those who interrupt without being asked and push their rant/laws/insanity on others. All rivers will flow in return to the ocean. Fundamentalist missionaries of ALL creeds are foul and lonely in desperation and use fear to persuade. No Love in any of them. Humans will find their way...or not. Some of us will, some won't. The energy generated by the few will be stronger than the lack of it from the mass. Phase transitions have been taking place for decades and will continue, sense it for yourself...taking some advice from guides you have manifested in your life by 'coincidence' is not the same as blindly following leaders.

I am fairly close to being a dictionary definition of the word stupid/stoopid, just smart enough to recognise this. I have a certain unbalanced logic but made my choices decades ago. To the bitter-sweet end and until I am screaming with pain for one reason or another, will regret nothing except not having been a father. Fuj to the liars and manipulators, their own poison will destroy them eventually. Not in my lifetime but quite possibly in theirs. Self educate yourself but check the source and when certain, flow with it. Blah blah blah...Trust yourself but only after you know who and what you are. I will be all right if you kiss me. So sayeth the Omega Male.

'Better to keep silent and be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt'. Abraham Lincon said that, yes really. I should certainly shut up, but after all these pages, it must surely be clear just how deep a fool I am anyway. Anyway...

Next in the sequence of slogans and logos noticed these days, a girl with a bag upon which was written; 'Walk like you're a mediocre white man'. Easy enough to obey that command. I met an exceptionally cool black African guy last month who was applying for status here. He spoke excellent French, having lived there...I asked him why he wanted to live in Prague rather than France and he replied 'There's too many black people in France.' He was a true believer of Almighty Jah and one of his favourite songs was 'You'll Never Walk Alone' because of  'its righteous truth'. Effortlessly natural and down to Earth, with his soul in Heaven already. Surely even Nazis must realise on how many levels white folk suck? Perhaps that is one basis for their hatred...jealousy.  

Back in a room with golden light, curtains of smoke at 8pm, yes I am smoking again, surely the dumbest thing anyone can choose to do...And back to Dexedrine jazz 1958, still amazed how much I love this now, a broadening mature palette or a genuine sign of old age? Straight, no chaser.... Miles Davis and John Coltrane in wild abandoned synchronised improvising harmony...My liver is going the same way as Coltranes', shame I don't have an eighth of his talent. If I could play guitar the same way I whistle, I'd be a star. Or a black hole. Arf. Anyway...the next evening...

Wide open window...evening sky, sunlight on the cloud rims, the swallows circling, the dark green spaces between the leaves of the Horse Chestnut tree...even the houses look beautiful in glass and stone, a breeze through the window, breathing, every atom open in expectant silence. Beauty. Good to feel alive before you no longer inhabit flesh. A day is a wasted blasphemy without creating, working or truly taking it easy and watching the river. Wonders never cease...Love is Light...

See you later or not, meanwhile...you (yes, YOU) might like to have a look at this website and follow various links within the vast library. Knowledge of actual truths is always useful, so go and get Gnostic on yourself...  

www.halexandria.org/home.htm

Have fun, may ye be illuminated:-)

[whumpbby]

Wooo, listen - LISTEN. What if Jason takes the part of the race - BUT he was never a Wayne? Catherine is very sick and Jason, say 16-17 years of age, thin and reedy, made of whipcord and spite, signs himself up for the Chase, because he has no other way to get money to pay for medical bills? Selling himself out to some rich alpha is a horrifying idea, but to save his mom he will do anything he can. 

He turns out to be the youngest omega in the game and some alphas take notice. Some are disturbed, but some are twice as interested (the creeps). Bruce is there as some airhead socialite, seemingly interested in the game, in reality monitoring the whole thing, intending to shut it down as Batman, but he needs evidence - and the thin, obviously lower-class and underaged omega? Yeah, that’s a reason to close the whole operation... after he saves the kid from the creepy alphas that are just salivating at the sight. He signs up to snatch him up before anyone else does. 

Ra’s is also there. He’s not looking to take part in the game, he’s there to network - it’s all rather distasteful to him, alphas should never be as desperate for a fuck to drool over adolescents and chase them down like animals. One more reason to hate humanity and want it gone. Except, then he sees the young scrappy omega and how, during the first ten minutes of the race, he lays down an alpha twice his size - the child was the last one in the line to be ‘released’ since he’s obviously a low-class and set up to fail quickly so the better, more desirable prospects can be the focus. 

Surprise, the omega fights back and keeps going! Ra’s is certainly intrigued. He watches some more and the interest grows. It’s been a while since he’s seen an omega worth their salt...this one is obviously of inferior lineage, but there’s potential just spilling out of him. And, what is this, the Detective in disguise is also going for the kit? Well, well... 

Jason never finishes the race - Ra’s uses his influence to quietly pull him out of the game and offers him a choice - he can return to the ‘game’ to be hunted down and mounted like an animal by some rich dog, or he can work for Ra’s and his mom will be healed and supported indefinitely. And if he doesn't wish to, he won't be touched by anyone... And of course Jason isn’t stupid, he doesn't believe promises too good to be true... Except he’s been running non-stop for the last four hours and he knows he’s about to drop, the alphas terrify him and this guy, even if he’s mafia (Jason is SURE the guy is mafia, he has too much style to be a run of the mill socialite) he’s an alpha of a completely different sort, poised and handsome and he bleeds charisma... and somehow knows about his mom, knows her name... 

In the end, it comes down to the fact that Jay had done many dumber things in his life and the choice is really non-existent. He signs the contract with the shady gentleman and is promptly knocked out - not surprising, really. 

He wakes up a week later to the sight of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life, has a conference call with his mom, who is currently treated in a high-class medical facility in Dubai, and then meets the five year old he’s supposed to be training with. The fuck. And how in the holy fuck of dick is this toddler effortlessly kicking his ass??? What the fuck did he sign up for back there? This doesn't look like a shady brothel on the border with Mexico...  

Two years later Catherine is on the way to full recovery and dating a handsome Iranian doctor, Jason can speak 6 languages, knows 4 different fighting styles, is a chosen baby of the luxurious omega harem, and Talia’s brat still scares him to death... and then one day the master of the clan, Ra’s, shows up looking inexplicably younger, hotter and still charismatic as all fuck - and Jason’s hormones take notice. Ayyy. 

Ten years later he’s in his late twenties, a head of his own harem, co-parent of Talia’s little demon (still sometimes scared of him, but really, no kid should have that reptilian stare) and a proud owner of half of Gotham’s criminal world... living the life, flirting with Nightwing whenever they cross paths, micro-managing his subjects and slowly considering a kit of his own... he’s not getting any younger. He may just challenge his alpha master to a chase next time he visits and - maybe - this time he’ll allow himself to be caught.