#ayo this part was so WILD

[lutiaslayton]

Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva

ＰＡＲＴ　１５

〚ＦＩＲＳＴ〛〚ＰＲＥＶ〛〚ＮＥＸＴ〛

Disclaimer: This is a fan-translation for the Japan-exclusive novellisation of the movie Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva. The original novel was written by Aya Matsui under the supervision of Akihiro Hino, and belongs to Level-5.

This translation only aims to be a pleasant read for non-Japanese fans, nothing more: I made a few deliberate changes while translating in order to get the writing style closer to what is usually found in English fanfictions, as the Japanese storytelling can sometimes be different than what we are used to.

☆ Melina Whistler

Yes…

I could remember it clearly.

The unparalleled sense of fear, of entrapment and desolation, when I was sent into the body of someone else…

I looked for a place to hide, but there was nowhere to.

Everything was cold… I could hardly breathe.

I couldn’t stay here! Please, someone let me out!

I screamed desperately, but no one could hear me.

I kept pleading to someone I couldn’t see.

Please, I don’t want to stay here either. But I can’t leave. I have to stay here…

“Melina—Is that you, Melina?”

I had heard a familiar voice.

I could hear… or rather, I could feel it.

I couldn’t see her, but I knew that Janice was close by.

“Janice…?”

“Melina! This is incredible. I can’t believe you are so close to me…”

“I’m sorry, Janice! I shouldn’t be here. I’ll disappear right now… Somehow, I’ll find a way to do that!”

“No, you can’t!”

“Janice!?”

“I’ve just found you again… Do you realise how much I missed you? How much I missed my best friend while you were gone…”

“But, Janice…”

“It’s okay, Melina… I can’t let you go on like this.”

Suddenly, I had felt something shifting.

The sense of fear and desolation disappeared…

“Janice!”

Her voice was moving away.

“This isn’t just for you. This is also for me. Melina, you may not understand, but the grief and suffering of those left behind is so strong…”

I know, Janice…

I had felt Papa’s grief and pain even after I had lost my body…

“You have to understand, Melina. Losing my best friend not once, but twice, would surely break my heart…”

Before I knew it, I was slowly becoming familiar with Janice’s body, as if guided by the waves of the sea.

I had been spoiled by her heartfelt friendship…

At that moment…

The sound of slow clapping brought me back to reality.

It was Descole. The man who had used Papa’s love for me to draw him into his evil ways…

“Excellent. I did not realise that the memory copying had been successful… So congratulations, Whistler, you’ve achieved your goal.”

It was no wonder that you hadn’t noticed, Descole. Someone like you would never understand Janice’s kindness, or the nobility of sacrificing oneself in order to keep others alive.

“Oh, oh my God…”

Poor Papa… He was completely confused.

I looked straight into his eyes. Papa… I needed him to understand my feelings.

“At some point, I started to realise that this was wrong. I can’t live my life at the expense of my friend.”

I told him my honest thoughts.

“It was you who wrote to me, wasn’t it?”

Professor Layton…

I… No, we both wrote that letter. Janice’s voice had become inaudible to me, but our hearts were still communicating.

“It was the right choice to choose you, Professor. I thought you would be able to stop Papa… Just like I wanted him to stop.”

Isn’t that right, Janice?

It was just as you told me before.

“There is no puzzle that Professor Layton can’t solve, Melina.”

“I can’t stay in her body forever… But as long as this device exists, Papa will continue to copy my memories.”

“Melina…”

Papa’s eyes… They were looking at me, not at Janice.

“I had heard a lot about the Professor from Janice. She admired you so much…”

I’m sorry, Janice… I said it.

As soon as you gave me your life, I had realised how much the professor meant to you…

When I first met him on the Crown Petone, I made my most cherished memories. The times when he solved puzzles… That time when we were talking on the beach… That time when we were riding that makeshift helicopter that we had built… I was never alone.

Papa’s voice was trembling.

“Melina, I… This was all for you…”

“Thank you, Papa… I appreciate how you feel. But, please… These horrendous things have to stop now.”

“I just couldn’t accept a life without my beloved daughter… So I…”

At that moment— The whole room was struck by a tremendous quake.

“Professor, the ceiling!”

With a roar, the ceiling above us was split in two, as we all stood under it in stunned shock.

Then Descole took my arm.

“Melina!”

In a flash, Descole ran up the stairs leading to the Detragan and set me down.

A pack of wolves popped out and surrounded everyone. They all let out a terrifying howl then stood menacingly, ready to pounce on anyone at any moment.

“What are you doing, Descole!?”

“I needed Melina’s memories to achieve my true goal,” he replied coldly, standing right next to me.

“Your true goal…?” Papa asked in confusion.

I was with him on this one… I had no idea what this was about either. What could he possibly need my memories for? What could that mean?

Descole twirled his cloak and pointed to the ceiling.

“The resurrection of Ambrosia!”

The ceiling was painted with the Ambrosian crest… The Kingdom of Immortality.

“It all started when I discovered their coat of arms in its entirety…”

Descole turned to the professor and sent him a condescending look.

“Layton, what do you think these symbols mean?”

The coat of arms had a design reminiscent of a king and queen, surrounded by a vast number of lines, dots and jagged patterns…

The professor soon gasped in realisation. “…It’s a music sheet!”

“Correct. A music sheet, written in the Ambrosian way.”

Descole walked over to the Detragan and reached for a sheet music.

“In other words, the coat of arms is inscribed with the first key required to open the door to Ambrosia: a song that could be called ‘A Song of the Stars.’”

“A ‘Song of the Stars’…!?” Luke repeated incredulously.

“The second key is you, Melina.”

I could not believe my ears. “Me… the second key?”

The resurrection of Ambrosia, keys to open a door… I did not understand.

“The first key alone was not enough to revive Ambrosia. This was when I realised that the crest also hinted at the existence of a second key…”

The professor instantly resonated. “The ‘Song of the Sea’!”

Descole slowly took my hand with an icy smile. His grip was just as cold as his face.

“The stars, and the sea. When the two melodies are combined, Ambrosia will be revived.”

“I didn’t realise… that he was after the kingdom itself,” Papa slowly shook his head in shame.

“Alas, by the time the puzzle of the crest had been solved… The only person who had an accurate memory of the second key could no longer sing…”

So that was what this was all about.

The ‘Song of the Sea’… It was the song that the sea around Ambrosia had taught me.

Ever since we had moved to this island so I could recuperate from my illness, I had spent every day gazing out at it. Walking along the beach, or standing on my balcony, with the feeling of the sea breeze embracing me…

It wasn’t long before I had become aware of the melody that the sea was bringing me.

The wind, blowing past the reefs jutting out from the shore, would sing the same song to me every day. The waves breaking onto the shore would add to the music, creating a pleasant harmony, like a small ensemble.

Soon, I had unconsciously began to hum that very beautiful and somewhat nostalgic melody. When the sea and the song were joined together, it had given me a sense of heartfelt sincerity. It was soothing… and it made me happy, as I felt surrounded by a shower of invisible music.

Descole put his hand on one of the Detragan’s levers.

“Even though some memories were left behind… I wanted a perfect copy, more than Whistler did!”

He pulled the lever. Immediately after, the staircase exploded and bright lights flashed on the wall.

The smoke from the explosion blocked my view.

　⇚　　　　　　　⇛

[evilpenguinrika]

there's only 2 songs out now but

ayo??????

the music for the one piece live action are downright bangers?????????????

oh my god they slap so hard?????????????

y'all i'm so hyped for this

[youkaigakkou-tl]

Chapter 112 - Meiji Romance (Part 11)

TAKAHASHI SELFCEST JUMPSCARE??? AYO????

This chapter is wild. Which is kinda wild to say after last chapter

No official anime news, but the trademark for yohaji did get registered this month, so that means... something?

Also, next chapter is the conclusion of the Meiji Romance arc!

(Also on mangadex)

(Last few pages are crammed into 2 images bc tumblr image limit. just read on mangadex for nicer quality)

[desired-deity]

Because I Love Him

KENJI x Gn! READER

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Warning: A few swears. That’s it 👍

Summary: You and Kenji decided to play a horror game and let’s just say…it ended out with screams (and laughs)

A/N: Ah! Another Kenji post after a few!! Also, the Krisis poll is up until July 13th! Go and vote on the poll now!!💜

“KENJI GO— KENJI- GO BITCH! AAAAAAA” You screamed so loud that you might get a noise complaint from your neighbors. You were known for doing videos with Kenji, most of them being horror just for the fun of it.

“DID YOU DIE?? Y/N?! DID YOU FUCKING DIE- AAAAAAAA!!! BITCH GET AWAY FROM ME HOLY SHIT- Y/N!” Kenji yelled for you but you didn’t answer to try and scare him. “Y-Y/n…you are here right?” He said, fake crying but you just decided to drop it and blame it on chat. 

“I’m sorry Kenji! My chat told me to do it!” You lied, little did you know while you were talking to Kenji, your chat went wild.

Chat:

KKLizzy: uhm. WHAT

BlankSpace: AYO! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!

ThatSwifty: THEY’RE LYING KENJI! WHY YOU PUTTING THIS ON US Y/N?!?!?!

You looked at chat and your avatar’s eyes widened as yours did too. “I don’t know what you all are talking about chat! It was you!”

A super chat came in:

Kenji

$150.00

Wow, You blamed it on chat. How could you

“OKAY KENJI OKAY I GET IT! But thank you for the super chat.” You said laughing at the act Kenji did, you looked at chat again.

Chat:

ItTakes4: LMFAOOOOO

haienhakanen: HAHAHA KENJI LOOKIN AFTER US

ThatSwifty: LETS GO KENJIII!

KKLizzy: KENJI KENJI KENJI!

You smiled with soft eyes. This is the person that had your back. The person that makes you happy. And you started to cry, sniffling and wiping your eyes. Kenji’s avatar stiffened and his eyes went wide. He didn’t know what to say.

Chat:

KKLizzy: Y/n?

Zara_Zamura: Hey hey, Y/n, are you okay?

FNaFLover: Y/n??? What’s wrong???

“It’s nothing…just. I’m happy that you all enjoy this and I’m happy that you all like me and Kenji just joking around and…sniff sniff…just let us be, us. I’m so happy that I have made it here and that you all make this environment here enjoyable and  you all make me feel loved. Thank you all so much.” You said. Your chat could hear the love and happiness in your voice. They were there for you and you were there for them.

“Thank you all. You too Kenji. You got me here in the first place. You got me to where I am today. So chat, go show love to Kenji. Please, I beg of you.” You said, your avatar looked at the camera while Kenji was just staring in shock. You smiled and decided to say something else.

“Because I love him.”

Maybe a part 2????

~Love ZZ!💜

[wez-star]

-heartbeat-

{Rosa Diaz x fem! reader}

[office sex, non-bed surface, fingering, hand around neck, working overtime alone with rosa, after care 18+!]

first person

{english isn't my first language so ingore the spelling mistakes}

playlist

"ayo, fuck this

Are we datin'? Are we fuckin'?

Are we best friends? Are we somethin'

In between that?

I wish we never fucked, and I mean that But not really

You say the nastiest shit in bed, and it’s fuckin’ awesome"

i gasp as my back hits the desk.

the monitor, keyboard, pens, and everything except the paper files that were standing on Rosa's desk now lay scattered across the presinct floor. rosa quickly leanes over me. her mouth meets mine, her tounge moving around the inside of my mouth as her hand claspes my jaw. her other hand pining me down on the desk, my legs still wrapped around her waist.

the scattered files under my head move as rosa's hand soflty wraps around my throat and pushes me against the desk harder.

i let out a grunt as rosa's hand wraps tighter around my throat and i feel rosa's hand go up my dress. i knew it was a bad idea to wear a dress today. her mouth moves to my neck. "rosa-" "shh" she imediatly dismisses me. her hand slides in my panties. her finger moves around my clitt. i moan

she likes that. everytime i moan or make a noise even resembelling one she speeds up,becomes more intense.

rosa is wild and unpredictable she always has been. but never did i think she'd be this wild and unpredictable.

"i want to consume you" she mutter against my neck. i inhale sharply as i feel her teeth sinking into my neck. her hand clasps my neck even harder as if to pull me closer to her.

she thrusts her fingers inside of me. "fuck" i moan. she moves from my neck back to my mouth, leaving a wet trail of saliva on my neck. she bites and pulls at my bottom lip.

she continues moving her fingers. in and out, in and out, in and out. she becomes more needy more frantic and more slopy everytime i moan. "rosa" my hand grasps her hair. "god you're perfect" she whispers. she kisses and bittes against my open mouth, as if she wants to eat me. and she does

she lets go of my throat and looks me in the eyes as she pulls herself towards the location of her other hand, slowely pulling it out of me. i let out a shake breath. i feel her hair slowly exit the grip of my hand. "you're doing great baby" she whispers as her fingers trail along my body.

she puls of my panties and slowely parts my legs.

rosa is wild and frantic she takes what she want but somehow she manages to still be carefull with me.

she places her mouth on me. everytime she flicks her tounge i moan louder. her hand grips my hips tightly. "oh my god" i moan. my entire boddy tingles as she moves her tounge.

"fuck" i exclaim. she pulls away from me leaving me cold and without touch. she sits down on her old shitty office chair and pulls me on her lap. i burry my face in the croke of her neck as she wraps her arm around my waist and strokes my hair.

"good girl" she whispers in my ear. her hands soflty move trew my hair. "hows you're boyfriend?" "who?"

masterlist

[thatmexisaurusrex]

if we got a second season of tfatws what would you want to be in it 👀

Oh my gosh, such a good question to ask! 😆 A very hard one too Cassie, lemme think on this 🤔

Okay, a few things that would be a must would be:

A "Meanwhile, on the boat..." moment, or perhaps a montage of moments where things are happening throughout the MCU movies that happened post-TFATWS and Sam and Bucky are just 😂 on the boat, hearing about the events after the fact. I keep thinking about the scene in season 7 of Supernatural where they montage Dean commenting on what Castiel does with his new godlike powers while Dean fixes his car, but it doesn't have to be like that (3:16-3:46 here for reference lol).

Sam needs to save Bucky from falling. Sam had someone he couldn't save in the air. Bucky didn't have anyone to save him when he fell. Sam and Bucky both need that catharsis and it's wild that didn't happen in the first season.

Sam flying around as Bucky snipes at things 😂 Again - how did that not happen in the first season?

Sam and Bucky must either be already roommates or looking for an apartment which will be the place they will live in together.

Sarah, AJ, and Cass must be in it as well as other people we've seen like Carlos, Tommy, Isaiah, and Eli.

Another song by Curtis Harding must close the show's next sunset ending (it MUST be a good ending where they look into the sunset again, I'm sorry, I don't make the rules). Perhaps Can't Hide It by Curtis Harding?

Joaquín! There must be more Jay, I refuse to believe there wouldn't be so much more Jay in a season two.

FLASHBACKS. WHERE. WERE. THE. FLASHBACKS. Gimme Sam and Riley flashbacks, flashbacks of Sam with his family, gimme more info on Sam.

Can we???? Get more info on Sarah too???? Like was she married before??? Who are Cass and AJ's dad or dads??? How does she feel about Sam disappearing for a huge chunk of years??? I just want to know more about her.

And GIDEON. GIVE SAM HIS OLDER BROTHER.

Also, GIVE SAM BIRD TELEPATHY, YOU COWARDS, AS WELL AS A FALCON NAMED REDWING.

AYO AND ANEKA VISIT. THEY HAVE TO VISIT. LET AYO AND ANEKA BE BESTIES WITH SAM AND BUCKY.

Acknowledgment that Sam found Bucky in Europe but kept Bucky's secret and visited Bucky. Also that Sam visited Bucky during his time as a goatherder in Wakanda, possibly with a reference to the costco tub of lube 😂

MORE EPISODES. GIVE US MORE EPISODES. GIVE US TEN EPISODES AT LEAST, YOU COWARDS.

Things I can live without but I think would be a waste if they aren't in a hypothetical season two:

A huge and exciting action sequence during a New Orleans Mardi Gras Parade with Sam being the King of that parade.

There's a team of villainous jugglers in the Marvel comics called the Death-Throws. I really want them as secondary comedic villains who may or may not be kind of good people a la Jessie, James, and Meowth from Team Rocket in Pokemon movies. Just let Sam and Bucky have some comedy villains in the background doing their thing, Marvel.

Visiting Steve on the Moon. I just think Sam and Bucky deserve space shenanigans. I will also take a Facetime, if that's too out of budget, though.

Misty Knight cameo where Sam and Misty either imply or outright talk about being exes. Probably amicable, though, it would be funny if Sam's a bit awkward about it, but Misty's chill with him.

Karli resurrection. She deserved more of a redemption arc than Walker. Bring her back to life, Disney, I dare you.

Bucky and Falcon!Redwing don't get along. More because Bucky is jealous than anything else.

A VISIT TO WAKANDA! Do they go to Birnin Zana? Do they visit the town Bucky was living in as a goatherder? Do they go to Ayo and Aneka's home for dinner? Maybe they possibly only let Sam into the country while Ayo is like "I told you to lie low for a while, White Wolf" to Bucky 😂

Baron Zemo can have a cameo, if only because Anthony Mackie was bummed that Daniel Brühl isn't a part of Cap 4.

Wildest Options I Don't Think Would Happen But I Would Love:

SamBucky wedding. It all takes place the days leading up to their wedding. Or, if I'm being more realistic, a wedding. Like, if, say Sarah and Rhodey were getting married or Carol and Valkyrie or perhaps Ayo and Aneka.

SamBucky kiss? Though, again, highly doubt that and I'm really okay with SamBucky not being canon.

Fourth wall break where Feige himself walks into a room, sits down, and apologizes about how he treated Sam Wilson's character in the MCU and promises to do better. He pulls out an entire slide show and the episode is just him talking about how he will be integrating Sam more thoroughly into the MCU. I'm talking how specifically Sam will cameo, where he will cameo, pitches for other projects Sam will be heavily tied to, the works.

[itsyourstarboy]

Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.2

First Part Next Part

This one is a bit less headcanons and more of just a little compilation of times Guy has interrupted their streaming, and Chat being Honey's chaotic posse

Guy tries his best. He really does.

But when it's his day off, and Honey is streaming, he gets needy. This boy needs attention and love, and Honey leaving him all alone to play games with strangers is just too cruel. How could they just abandon him like this?

Y'know how sometimes when you're bored you'll randomly go to the fridge to look for something to eat even though you're not hungry? That's Guy. But with the door that leads to the room Honey is streaming in.

He'll be scrolling through social media and then boom suddenly he's standing outside the door.

It's like when you shut your pet out of the bathroom when they try to follow you in.

So without further ado, here are the times Guy has interrupted Honey, and made their chat go wild.

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It started small. Guy would stay in the living room, and just blow up their phone with texts, begging for them to come out and just give him one little kiss to hold him over.

Of course they eventually told him to knock it off before they put their phone on silent

Then he was sitting outside the door and sliding notes under. Bonus if the camera is set up in a way that can sort of see the bottom of the door, so Chat is the first to notice and point it out to Honey.

They look over at the chat to see it blowing up like:

👀👀👀👀👀

Bae, ur dog need u 😅🤣

Is that their roommate??

Tf is going on

AYO 😂😂😂😂

can u play minecraft

NOT THEIR ROOMIE PASSING NOTES IN CLASS ✋😭😭

LMFAO I WANT TO SEE WHAT IT SAYS

SHOW US 🥺🥺

🤨 hey what the dog doin 🧐

Chat knows he's a puppy at this point

They turn around to see the little pile of notes scattered there; next to Guy's fingers which he is wiggling around under the door.

"Goddamnit, Guy-!" They shout, but there's clearly no venom in their words. A laugh had slipped out before they could stop it, and they crouched by the door.

The notes were all cute little things like,

"I ♡ u"

"come gimme kiss :("

"want smooch -3-"

"end the stream I need you >:("

So let's say from the angle the camera is set up, the stream can see about half of Honey as they're crouched by the door. They reach up to the handle and crack open the door.

Chat can't see Guy, Honey is blocking him from view.

They can't be heard speaking, but when Guy laughs, everyone in chat fucking melts because baby boy has the sweetest fucking laugh in the world holy shit

Arms can be seen wrapping around Honey, though their arms stay by their side, and it last for about 3 seconds before Honey places their hand flat on Guy's face and shoves him away (affectionately) while also calling him a dumbass.

They shut the door and return to their stream, not very happy that Chat saw that.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

ITS HAPPENING

SPILL THE TEA SIS UNTIL DAWN CAN WAIT

What did I miss??

HOOOOLY SHIT

*pog*

NO WAY

*pog*

*pog*

*pog*

★ someone donated $3 ★

Okay bitch, u got 5 seconds to explain urself 🔫🔫🔫

Anyway, they beat Guy's ass later that night but in the good if ykwim ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

—

Honey's little fan base is having a lot of fun theorizing their relationship with their faceless (yet adorable) roommate.

Chat loves bringing him up to get Honey talking about him. The way their eyes go soft are one of the top reasons most of their fans think they're dating (which they're not wrong, but Honey has yet to confirm nor deny)

Sometimes Honey will even bring Guy up on their own, but it's always the most random ass shit.

They were doing a chill stream, one where they just kinda played a slow game (like animal crossing or Stardew valley) and wouldn't really talk much, with lofi music in the background.

Not as many people watch those streams, but it's okay. Honey likes to play relaxing games from time to time, and they only really can if they're streaming it.

Off the cuff they just go, "Guy told me he wanted to start an Only Fans."

They started laughing after they realized they said it, even more when chat went from being really slow with only a few donos here and there to BLOWING UP

Honey explained that Guy was, in fact, not actually going to start an Only Fans.

They had told him that he was gaining popularity among their fan base and Guy had made the comment as a joke.

However the stream got more rowdy as more people joined only to find the current topic of conversation being whether or not Honey's faceless roommate should start an Only Fans.

Most people were like "yes, please" but Honey was (suspiciously) quick to tell them that it wasn't going to happen.

It only took about 20 minutes for the stream to go back to how it was, calm and slow.

Until Honey, once again, made a random ass comment along the lines of, "what if me and Guy started an only fans together?"

And then it was round two.

Honey loves fucking with their chat.

—

Guy started getting bolder as Honey living with him became the new normal. He was always finding new ways to invade their stream while keeping his face hidden.

He started watching their streams and eventually decided he wanted to see them blush

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: guess who ;)))

They stared at the message for almost a minute before placing their head in their hands and going "Jesus fucking Christ"

Chat never caught on to this one until much later

Like, a few months of this "HoneysHeaven" donating just one dollar and saying things that seemed to throw the streamer off their rocker.

°•°•°•°•°•°

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: you look so cute today ^^

"Shut up."

*chat proceeds to get angry that Honey did not accept the compliment and aggressively assures them that they are very cute*

°•°•°•°•°•°

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: who is Sebastian and why are you flirting with him :(

Honey smirked, "he's a video game character."

HoneysHeaven: but why are you flirting with him :(

Gotta step up ur game HH

Bro is simping HARD

Poor thing

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: your fans are being mean to me :((

"hey, you kids play nice."

°•°•°•°•°•°

"I don't trust this ratty ass cat-"

★ someone donated $1 ★

HoneysHeaven: can you come show me how to run the dishwasher pls (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠` ; )

"Guy, I swear to god, I've shown you how to run it a hundred times already!"

HoneysHeaven: I'm sorryyy (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

WAIT THATS GUY!?!?!?!?

OMG

GUY!??!?

HOLY FUC-

WEVE BEEN LOVINGLY BULLYING OUR BOY

SHAME ON ALL OF YOU

I DIDNT DO NOTHING

GUY I LOVE YOUUU

what the heck just happened??

Honey leaves the room to show Guy how to use the dishwasher for the upteenth time, and it certainly won't be the last.

Guy snuck in a few kisses there, being incognito in chat was fun while it lasted

—

If we circle back to our lovely theorists within Honey's fan base, we will see that they have been having a field day.

People are 98% sure that there is/was something romantic going on between these two. It's very obvious to see how flirty Guy is, and Honey has their moments.

Most think Guy has an unrequited crush on Honey, while some think it's reciprocated but not acted upon.

Very few think they're actually dating simply because of the way Honey acts. It seems like they're not interested in anything romantic.

Another small few think they're just good friends, and they're the kind of people that get all pressed about "why can't two people with a good relationship just be friends anymore," and blah blah blah.

One time Honey was having fun messing with their chat, just kind of sitting back and watching as they discussed amongst each other who Guy was to Honey.

They had fun dangling their love life in front of their fans like bait, especially because it made them feel all warm inside when people pointed out how painfully obvious it was that Guy was head over heels for them.

Did you put a ring on it yet? Cause if you don't, I will <.<

PFFT-

"hey, hey, calm down. He's taken."

BY WHO???

TAKEN!?

NOOOOOOO MY HOPES AND DREAMS

Honey laughs, "none of you even know what he looks like."

All the good men are taken >:(

Hold on now, it's 20XX, it's what's on the inside that counts

Mama always told me not to judge a book by its cover

ARE YOU TAKEN THO???

My mama also said not to judge a book by its cover, and lucky for me, I can't read 🥰🥰 Hand him over 🔪 /lh /j

WOAH WOAH WOAH

I simp for the invisible man from Hotel Transylvania, my powers are beyond your understanding

"All of you say that, but for all you know, he could look like a toe."

LMAO

Yummy

Jokes on you I'm into that shit

*people with foot fetishes have entered the chat*

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

OH GOD OH FUCK

Cronch

"okay, I regret being born. I think that's enough internet for today."

—

Drama doesn't usually break out, but when it does Honey still finds ways to have fun with it.

"no, I did not show Guy how to run the dishwasher like in that scene from Ghost... Tf?"

Damn that would've been hot tho

DAMMIT Boo you missed your chance to seduce him 😩😩

I'm gonna draw that later 👀

What scene from ghost? What's ghost?

OOOH WE DOIN GUY X [HONEY] FANART NOW ??? 👀👀👀

Oh God, guys, please don't make this weird

Babydoll, we can get you some flirting lessons if you want 😜

Ah yeah just gotta do the lip bite and the chin rub 😉😉 say some pickup line and he's all yours

LMAO won't be too hard he already down BAD

"how it do baby gorilla" *bites lip*

OH GOOD LORD

LMAOOO YOU GOTTA USE THAT ONE

They're just friends, will you all chill out??

Honey, laughing, "who said we were just friends?"

HEY

PUMP THE BREAKS PUMP THE BREAKS WHAT THE FLUFF

STOP MESSING WITH US YOU ASSHOLE /affectionate

Ayo 🤨🤨🤨

EXPLAIN URSELF BABE 😡😡😡

Hiiii I love you and your content 🥰🥰💕

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I will sell you my soul please tell us what that means

"does it have to mean anything?"

AAAAAAAAAAAA

You... You are evil 😑

DAMMIT

FUCK

My therapist is going to hear about you.

Some people want world peace, but [Honey]... [Honey] just wants to watch the world burn.

°•°•°•°•°•°

"y'know... Guy has brought it to my attention that some of you have been drawing fanart of us. Which is sweet, but it's also weird because none of you know what he looks like..."

Oh shit we're in trouble

How are people drawing him when they don't know what he looks like??

GUYS WE'RE GONNA GET GROUNDED

OH NOOO

THEIR GONNA TAKE OUR FEMUR PRIVILEGES

NOT MY FEMURS I JUST GOT THOSE BACK

"Now, I'm not saying that it's okay to ship real life people. Because it's not. It makes most people uncomfortable."

Now I'm uncomfortable we don't usually get serious talks

I'm deadass actually kinda scared rn

SAMEE

Yeah same here I think I peed a little

Same

What

Wait you peed?

"I mean, I don't really mind it. The only weird thing is that some of you are drawing Guy without know what he looks like so it doesn't at all look like Guy," Honey laughs, "the fanfiction is pretty weird though, maybe cut it out with that stuff."

🫡🫡🫡

YES BOSS

YOU HEARD THE CAPTAIN BOYS, FIRE THE NUKES

What is wrong with everyone here

DESTROY THE EVIDENCE

Wattpad is going down 😈😈

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So you're okay with the fanart? Is Guy okay with it too?

"yeah, I'm chill with it. Guy is too, he thinks it's cute."

Awwwww 🥺🥺🥺

I fall in love with a faceless man I don't know even more everyday

HE THINKS ITS CUTE!!??? THAT IS SO WHOLESOME OMG

HES SHIPPING HIMSELF WITH YOU FR

I stg if you don't date him-

Give him a kiss from all of us 😘

YES

KISS HIM AS A GIFT FROM US

JUST A LITTLE PECK ON THE CHEEK

DO IT DO IT

This isn't too much right?

KITH

"maybe I will kiss him, but it hardly seems fair to do just one for the thousands of you."

😳

STOP

I'm going to die

YOU NEED TO CHILL YOU GREMLIN

IM GOING TO FIGHT YOU ONE OF THESE DAYS when is the next con?

This is killing me

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HoneysHeaven: woah does this mean I'm gonna get thousands of kisses <.<

"HEY-!"

OH SHIT

BABY YOU JUST GOT CAUGHT IN 4K

I am so painfully single ouch

ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION

HoneysHeaven: so can I come claim those kisses now, or...?

AINT NO WAY

OH MY GAHD

"no."

NO!?!?

NO????

BITCH TF YOU MEAN

YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT

HoneysHeaven: :(

NOOOOOO

YOU MADE HIM SAD

"oh my god- just- ugh," Honey hides their face away from the camera, clearly flustered, "just go away."

—

Yeah, their fan base is 99% sure they're dating.

(I'm gonna have to cut this off here, I'm real tired but I had a lot of fun writing this. The chaotic chat clearly got away from me a few times lol. I will do a part 3, because I definitely still have more 😉)

[witchofthesouls]

AYO! Listen, Cyber!Earth where the old appearance of humans become supernatural, paranormal, and/or creatures of folklore? As well as some examples of the monstronsites upon this new/old/reborn Earth/Gaea.

The world may had decreed that Cybertronians may live on its surface, but whether or not the offworlders, these so-called conquerors and saviors, shall thrive is up to their own actions. The oceans are still water; not a massive source of Energon that the Decepticons had hoped. The atmosphere still exists and far more wild and temperamental: scorching heat, killer humdity, random blizzards, and violent storms. The fauna mimics their old forms, full of vitality and various fuels… and quite toxic and venomous without the proper preparation.

Humans throughout the ages attempted to describe the nature of the planet and its relationship, exploring by alchemical, scientific, religious, and philosophical means. They had coined the phrase: survival of the fittest and it describes well Earth’s demands of resilience to its provided environments. Just they discovered the means to harness deadly wildlife for their own uses: consumption, industry, and medical.

Earth did not hail from Primus. Sleeping and distant and barren after so long. Unable to rejuvenate itself. No. Earth is born from Unicron. The Void sleeps deep within its very essence. Even with a cataclysmic event, it shall continue to roll on (and on and on and-)

It is, however, a reflection. It seen these exhausted wandering souls, strangely foreign and bizarrely familiar, and their longing for home and it recalls blazing Megatronus Prime -its claimed/stolen/Fallen Primordial had done well long, long ago.

Yes, it sings out. Become one with me, astra meo, fallen and lost and now mine.

Prove yourselves.

 < You should have questioned why this planet was teeming with relics of your civilization? Did you truly attribute it as merely coincidence? Did you really think that there was nothing here? Your ignorance will not save you now. >

Chickadee isn’t an outliner; beneath the bone mask, his face is much like a human’s. Soft and plush compared to the Cybertronians’. Seems like real skin and hair. It’s extremely bizarre with the luminous glow of his optics, his pleased smile of sharp, metal denta, and the contrast of that soft face with its marks of moles and freckles with the obvious cabling of his neck. Chickadee has been among the fae with his father for a long while, but he remembers his mortal mother’s face and can’t part away from her dimples and nose.

Humanity is still remembered. Humanity is still loved and feared and coveted and < It is the ouroboros between you and me and us and ours. Are we not perpetual reflections of each other? Grotesque and alluring? Wretched, yet divine? How we wish to cherish and consume the essence of the immortal and the transient? Nothing but green-eyed beasts and ravenous monsters when crossed with temptation? >

It’s hard to say where it began. Is it the nature of the fae? The innterconnectivity of all thing on Earth? The innate social drives of humans that diluted to Others? But-

This is love. Bones and flesh and memory given life by actions. The way a student will curl their letters like their favorite teacher. The passing of family recipes from adult to child across generations. The carryover method to find the best produce by a friend. The mannerisms a child will take from their parents. In the picked-up habits of spontaneous lessons by the neighbor or a random stranger.

This is how the fae love. Dreams and nightmares are upon the spectrum of inspiration and obsession. (They venerate art. And art can be found in anything. Beauty taking a multitude of methods and forms.) Appearances and glamors and behavior for imitation is a form of flattery, is it not? They are shapeshifters at their core. Is it truly a surprise they will take on an old mortal beloved’s form or their face? Their kin, their spouse, their friend’s, the list is endless. 

Cybertronians find it beyond strange and disturbing to find human faces with their bodies made of different materials. Bird cages and tree bark. The deliberate exposure of Clockwork inner-workings of gears and pins and cables. The subtle sounds of chimes and tickticktick and shifting, voluminous robes. A void of shadows with a mask of delicate enamel porcelain with its lovely, ever-changing hues upon its eerily crafted face of humanoid features. One figure appeared out of old paper pages within lost library…

As well as the various sizes. While some take on human’s natural height, many can easily match Optimus or even outsize him, towering above all to reach the sky itself…

Some of their new-blood descendants, their newest claimed hybrids of new metal and that old burning potential, will take on snippets of their forgotten lives. Like half-remembered dreams in a body that is and isn’t theirs. The color of their old skin and eyes. The comfort to be clothed in garments. The search for a certain kind of animal companion. The odd-struck nostalgia of a certain smell or taste and the consuming need to find it because < what are we but the sum of memory and thought? We are wild things at heart, and hearts yearn for such soft, distant dreams of yesterday and tomorrow as well as blood. Does it matter whose? >

The empty sprawl of cities of steel and concrete are timeless spaces. Liminal and haunting with the endless rows of broken and decrepit skyscrapers. Empty with only the plantlife making its fierce strides to compete with the available nutrients and space. Large amounts of Energon crystals are detected from such places…

On the empty roads and bridges to the cities, there are humans watching the distant view and disappear between blinks. Some are hitchhikers. Once or repeated over and over. Grateful for a ride but forgetful on what happened, their family never showed up to the airport/the bus left/they were ditched/the car stopped/so many reasons but not what truly what happened.

The few fae-touched that returned to the Decepticons immediately know  that such places are graveyards and nurseries of < Do you truly wish to know? > unspeakable things.

Parrots aren’t the only species that can mimic sounds and voices. Humans are entertained and enchanted by individuals that do fantastic impressions, mirroring the tones, pitch, and the unique vocal quirks. A lure. A warning. 

The silence is oppressive. No animal ventures into these places. Only ghosts and plants. Branches and brushes reach towards the sky like hands-

Yes. Many hands. Many figures. Small and vaguely humanoid shape of distorted metal decorate the scenery. But there should be more. Far more. Millions upon millions within these cities and where did they go…

The last thing the intial scout teams would remember are the horrifying and nauseating echoes of < WHERE ARE YOU/PLEASE-I-CAN’T/ help-me/help-us / papa-I’m-cold / oh- gods-please-I’ll-pay-anything-anything-ANYTHING / so-hungry / LOOK THERE /YOU / Ÿ̷͚̯̫́̓͠O̸̹͗͠U̷̖̿̊̄ͅ ̵͕̬̯̓D̶͔̙̰͒I̴̧̋̓D̶̐̍͘͜ ̸̤́T̴̟̊H̷͉̽͋̚I̴̳͂͊͗S̵̫̯͕̒̀̍ / c̵͕̱̺̽͝o̸͉̬͛̾̈m̸̧̭̦̑̎͒e̸̞̿̿̆ ̶͕̦͗͒̃h̴͙́e̶̡̺̒͝ͅr̷̢͉̤͑ḛ̴͐>

No matter the weather and climate. These places remain cold. So very cold. A constant wonderland of broken metal, ice, and snow with a miasma of innermost Energon.

Whatever hunts and haunts these places refuse to leave the city boundaries. An amalgamation of numerous limbs, thousands upon thousands of flickering light within its undulating, massive form as it stretches out-

Something splatters nearby it, quivering lanky limbs with an emaciated body, eldritch optics of empty black and a yawning maw for a mouth.

Sparkeater

There are strange diners and sleepy, little towns along the wide stretches of road. Even on scavenged or saved maps, such things didn’t exist. Just pockets of places hidden away and pop up at random.

Waitresses and cooks take no notice of strange customers. Not even batting an eye to Cybertronians that stumbled across them. The Autobots are perturbed to enter an obviously human-made structure that’s manned by human staff, but everything is sized up to Cybertronian height, even the people.

These places serve food. Even Energon. In a multitude of forms beyond the typical cube. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was a unique experience to finally taste the fluffiness of pancakes and sweet syrup as well as the dishware and cutlery the children would bring to the base.

Each window has a different view.

The towns are active at night. Lights bright in the dark as people work, rest, and play. Like the diners, no one takes a double-take at the metal visitors, just a glance before going back to their own activities. 

There something beneath these towns where their denizens have shifting eyes and laughing shadows.

[zalrb]

“Very westallen of them “ is very funny lol. Speaking of the bear can you do an acting rank like you did with GOT

Well, honestly. I just remember feeling like I was taking crazy pills because I said that I could appreciate what Candice Patton said about antiblackness in Hollywood and still think she and Grant don't have chemistry on The Flash and a bunch of anons screaming NO YOU CAN'T at me, it was fucking wild.

In terms of The Bear, I think the entire cast is great, like the supporting actors are really strong but I feel you can only really do rankings between Jeremy Allen White, Ayo Edebiri, and Ebon Moss-Bachrach because they consistently have the most meat to their scenes, the most room to breathe and play, the most development and everyone else is still snapshots, we're getting more Marcus now but nowhere near the same way. In fact, I think Syd is just getting to the same amount of space that Carmy and Richie had since season 1. I can talk about what strengths the other cast members have, like Liza (Tina) is really good at unspoken vulnerability, her face every time she receives encouragement?

but to rank her or to rank Fak, like it just doesn't seem like I can.

And even with Ayo, Ebon and JAW, these three aren't really rankings.

I think JAW is first. I think he does the most passionate performance, he has this well of emotion, he is adept at performing with a kind of alarming urgency and desperation and then performing with alarming numbness and a kind of disassociation, he can be soft and vulnerable and can access this painful rage, the dynamism is incredible and he was very good in Shameless but I see the maturity in his acting from then to now and that's really fun to watch.

And then I think Ayo and Ebon are both on the same level.

Every character on The Bear feels like a real person, everything about The Bear feels natural, feels like I've been dropped into this restaurant, this life with these people, all of them are great at making me feel this way, but Ebon? It really feels like he's just this guy, it really feels like I'm just watching him talk, I'm just watching him operate, like I know this guy,

I've met this guy, I've been annoyed by this guy, he is so natural in this role, with this dialogue in a way that surpasses the others who are already excellent.

And then there's Ayo who executes her realism very differently to me because she doesn't have the same blend-in quality as Ebon or the others, where she doesn't necessarily feel comfortable. In a lot of ways, no one on this show is comfortable because they're all searching for something, improving themselves, or self-destructing etc. but they're lived in characters and Ayo is awkward (to the point that sometimes I feel like her gestures are a little too put on) but it all works so where Ebon makes me feel with Richie like I know this guy, Ayo makes me feel like I could be Syd and she does that through micro expressions

and her comedic timing -- everyone on the show has great comic timing, everyone has some dialogue or some action that showcases how funny they are as actors and how funny the script is -- Ayo does it in away that makes it a part of her character, Syd is funny, that's a personality trait of Syd's

[drawlfoy]

pink in the night P.1

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pairing: hufflepuffmuggleborn!reader x draco

summary: when y/n y/l/n starts having weird, recurring dreams about her long time unrequited crush in her 6th year, she begins to wonder where fantasies end and reality begins. 

(based on a request from anon asking for a fic about a hufflepuff reader, who had been average in hogwarts before she had a big glow up. i took many, many creative liberties with the plot, as you can clearly see in the summary).

warnings: canon-typical violence, mature language, nsfw content. read at your own risk!

a/n: so change of plans! i’m cutting part 1 in like..thirds. because it’s getting too fucking long. here’s part 1! apologies for how drawn out and slow part 1 is

tags

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wc: 11.5k

here’s a playlist i made for this lol 

enjoy x 

They never told her about the muggleborn summers. 

Y/N had friends. It wasn’t like she didn’t have friends–at Hogwarts, at least. Terry Boot, Susan Bones, and Hannah Abbott consumed most of her waking hours back at school. She would hide out in the library with Terry when she felt an inclination to study, or frequent Honeydukes with Susan and Hannah when she was sick of hearing her token Ravenclaw friend prattle on about the chemical components of Firewhiskey or the cellular decomposition process of fermenting flubberworms. 

In short, she was happy at school, even if she knew that she was technically the lowest rung on the totem pole of Hogwarts popularity and importance. As a Hufflepuff, she was largely excluded in the fierce house rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. As someone who never had a class with the famous Harry Potter and his crew, she completely missed out on the DA debacle in 5th year and only heard about the wild adventures of his group through the grapevine (and, occasionally, when things got buckwild: through the Daily Prophet). And, of course, as a muggleborn, she was hardly considered worth attention to anyone pureblood who knew about her blood status. 

Essentially, Y/N was more than aware of how little she participated in the Hogwarts student body. But she liked her world, small and quaint, just the way it was. She was not going to complain about the lack of excitement in her world.

But where her life at Hogwarts was cozy and contained, her life at home felt suffocating and constricting. It was tolerable over the winter holidays, as she managed to catch up with her extended family and exchange gifts with her loved ones, but the summer months were slow-moving and torturous. When she was younger, she was able to send out letters to her old friends by using a service called “Post-an-Owl”, utilizing her owl to drop her letter off at the muggle postal boxes to avoid any unnecessary confusion that would be sparked by her muggle friends seeing a giant bird delivering their mail. But now that technology was developing, her friends all communicated through ICQ, a new instant messaging service. Without any access to the World Wide Web, Y/N was, for lack of a better term, fucked. She had no idea how her friends were doing over the school year. 

Her friends had split apart, too, heading off to different 6th forms and preparing for university. Y/N was having trouble explaining her “international” boarding school fumbling for post-secondary education plans, listing a few random made-up schools in the States to satisfy the prying questions she received from them last summer. As she rode back home on the Hogwarts Express, all she could think about was how lonely she’d be until September 1st.

~

The days were blurring together, just like they always did when she was home. Lucille, Iris, and Dasha had spent the first few weeks unavailable as they winded down from GCSEs and generally planning, so Y/N had been left to her own devices. She drank tea, read her bookshelf, spent time with her parents, and tried hard to not think about her wand that was tucked away in her bottom dresser drawer. 

No one ever told her about how difficult it was to live without magic after you had spent the last 9 months basically surrounded by charms, hexes, and curses that permeated the very walls of her school. At home, the air was flat and quiet. There was nothing to spark her magic, nothing to give her an outlet for the storm brewing inside of her. 

At night, she fidgeted, looking down at her hands and wondering if it was only a matter of time until she had an accidental outburst like she so often did as a child. She imagined what it would be this time—maybe setting her precious bookcase on fire, or perhaps transfiguring the fly humming about her lamp into an eagle. 

Thankfully, nothing happened. Nothing ever did. Y/N was controlled, patient, and reserved. She had never benefited from losing control, taking risks, or acting on a whim like Harry Potter and the rest of his friends so often did. So, whenever she felt waves of energy rise up in her core, she’d take a breath, remember that she was effectively a muggle for the next few months, and relax. 

Lucille came to see her in the depths of July.

“You grew your hair out,” her oldest friend observed. They were sitting on her bed, waiting for their toenails to dry as they watched the clouds move by the window. 

“Do you think it suits me?” asked Y/N. “I just never got around to cutting it over the school year.”

Lucille hummed, reaching out to tug at her locks. A quick few pulls and twists later, and Lucille frowned, deep in thought. “It looks good, of course. But I think if you cut it right here…”

Still holding her hair up, Lucille carefully maneuvered herself so she was no longer blocking the eyeline between her and the mirror hanging up on the wall. Her hands precariously held the long locks of Y/N’s hair so they barely kissed her collarbone. A few strands escaped, spilling over her shoulder and sullying the image, but Y/N could see what she meant. “If you cut it this short, it would look really cool. In my opinion. You could maybe even add a little face framing in there.”

“Wow,” exclaimed Y/N. “You’re right. How did you know?”

“I just have an eye for that sort of thing.” Lucille let her hair fall back to its usual place, and Y/N found herself missing the lengthening effect that the shorter cut gave her neck. “My mum’s a hairdresser, you know. She would be happy to give your hair a little trim.”

“That’s very kind of her,” said Y/N, knowing that she would never take her up on the offer. Lucille’s mother worked at a fancy spa in London, one that her family wouldn’t dream of going to. She remembered seeing the prices once while she was waiting with her mother to pick up Lucille for a movie. Some services were hundreds of pounds. Hundreds to just cut the hair on her head? She shuddered to think about asking her family to shell out that much for, in Lucille’s words, “just a trim”.

“Really,” pressed Lucille, threading her fingers through Y/N’s hair yet again. “You’re a friend of mine. She’s just bought new hair shears and is raring to try them out.”

“I would love to, but I can’t ask my parents to pay her! And I’m saving up for the school year.”

Lucille shook her head, smiling. “No, silly. For free! I’ll give your landline a call after I talk to her and let you know what works for her.”

“I couldn’t possibly—”

“Yes you can!” Her friend was grinning now. “I hardly ever get to see you. And, to be entirely honest, you could use a little makeover montage.”

She bristled.

“I’m not saying you look bad,” clarified Lucille. “But you’re so pretty! You’ve grown up quite a bit and I think it’s time for you to unlock the REAL young adult Y/N. That is, if you feel like you haven’t ready. Do you have any interest in make-up or hair styling or anything?”

“Some,” said Y/N, though she wasn’t entirely sure what to say. In the Wizarding World, women and girls rarely wore any makeup. Instead, they used Glamours to charm their skin clear, their hair silky, and their legs hairless. She’d tried out a few, letting Susan go wild on her for the Yule Ball, but all the Glamours were so obvious, leaving a slight pearly sheen on her hair or her skin that she strongly associated with Pansy Parkinson, whose skin regularly resembled a muggle glow stick after her no doubt extensive morning routine. And the vibrant colors that she saw so often in magical beauty didn’t quite suit her. “I just don’t really know where to start, to be honest.” The idea of discovering her real, grown-up self was tempting but daunting. 

“Natural look, I’m assuming?”

“Yes,” said Y/N quickly. 

Lucille nodded, surveying her face with a surgical precision that made Y/N squirm. “Perfect. I’ll give you a call.”

~

A week and a few enthusiastic scissor chops later, Y/N was sitting on the floor of Lucille’s room as Lucille applied her makeup while Dasha and Iris gave a couple “ooh”s and “aah”s as needed.

“You have really nice bone structure,” said Iris from her position on Lucille’s bed. “You’ve really grown up since we all hung out last.”

“You all have too,” replied Y/N, trying not to flinch as a brush rubbed against her under eyes. “Tell me what’s been going on with you all! I’m so sorry I’m not able to message on ICQ.”

“It’s so fucking weird that your school doesn’t allow you to use the internet,” said Dasha. “Do you even know what’s happened between Iris and Justin?”

“What?!” Y/N stiffened. “Iris!”

The girl in question flopped onto the bedspread and moaned. “Shut up! I can’t keep talking about this anymore! It’s harrowing.”

“He cheated on her with Anne from Chemistry,” Dasha stage-whispered. “It was a whole ordeal.”

“Oh, god—”

“All done,” interrupted Lucille. “Did you see how I did your eyeliner?”

Y/N bobbed her head once, allowing herself to be turned towards the mirror to see her makeup. 

“What do you think?” Lucille asked.

She was stunned. It was like someone completely different was looking back at her, with wide, shimmering eyes and full lashes. Her skin was even and glowing, her lips slightly darkened. And, best of all, it didn’t look unnatural or forced. 

“It looks like me, but better,” admitted Y/N. The gentle hand used in applying the eyeliner made her eyes appear bigger in a way that her Glamours could never achieve. Her hair, shorter and shiny against her healthy looking skin, completed it. 

“I know, right!” Lucille exclaimed. “Do you want to go shopping? I used mostly drugstore stuff on you, so it’ll be cheap to do it yourself.”

~

By the time Y/N was packing up for Hogwarts, she was no longer feeling hopeless and lost. Yes, she was nearly vibrating from the excitement of using magic again, but she was centered this time. Along with taking her shopping to buy her makeup, Y/N had gone on a few shopping trips with the rest of her friends to get new clothes. Before Lucille had helped her with her hair and her makeup, she only paid attention to the robes she wore, slipping on anything she had on hand to wear underneath her yellow trimmed Hufflepuff school robes. On weekends, it was denim and a faded T-shirt or an old sweater if things were chilly. But Dasha and Iris were so excited to talk about the new muggle fashions, she couldn’t possibly deny a trip to the mall. 

Now, as she packed up her trunk, she found herself marvelling over the additions to her wardrobe. The new pieces she had found fit the new image of Y/N perfectly—the grown-up Y/N who was no longer an awkward 13 year old. 

Though the summer before her 6th year had occasionally been lonely and isolating, Y/N had discovered herself.

“You look different,” aptly observed Terry as she joined him in their train compartment. 

“It’s the hair,” said Susan, nodding towards Y/N. 

“It’s the clothes,” added Hannah. She reached out and tugged at the cuffed sleeve of Y/N’s button-up. 

“Maybe it’s Maybelline,” said Justin, the only other muggleborn Hufflepuff she knew, rolling his eyes. “Do we have nothing better to talk about?”

Eager to move on from the different way her male peers were looking at her, Y/N nodded. “Please. I can’t have everyone knowing my secrets.”

“I know what we can talk about,” said Susan, leaning forward so she could lower her voice. “Have you all heard about Malfoy?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Who? Draco?” she said, oh so nonchalantly. 

“You don’t get the Prophet, do you?” asked Terry.

“No, I don’t.”

“Daddy Malfoy just got thrown into Azkaban,” said Justin, though he hardly seemed interested. “His trial was all anyone talked about over the summer. The Wizengamot came to a decision in the second week of August.”

Y/N tried not to feel too offended by the way he implied that she was stupid and informed. It was Justin, after all. He was always a bit of a pretentious tosser. “Oh! God, that’s awful.”

“Is it?” asked Terry, raising a brow. 

“I mean,” she fumbled, “Awful for Drac—Malfoy. That must suck to have his father thrown into prison. Azkaban, no less.” She was pretty sure her cheeks were tomato red at this point.

Terry shrugged. “Y/N, I don’t know. Luna told me that his father nearly killed her.”

“Merlin.” Y/N gulped. “Do any of you…have any extra copies of the Prophet? I can’t believe I haven’t read about this.”

Justin dug around in his satchel, finally producing a crumpled up ball. “This is the paper from the day he was sentenced.”

Y/N took it from him, gently pulling apart the pages until a wrinkled version of the Prophet lay in front of her. She took out her want and cast a quick flattening spell, watching a current iron out any remaining folds. 

Draco Malfoy’s face stared right back at her. He was on the front page, pictured with his mother. His mouth was fixed into a scowl and his eyes were blank as he stared into the camera, his face lighting up with flashes as other cameras scrambled to get a picture of the Malfoy heir and his mother. Behind him, Narcissa stood with her hand poised on Draco’s shoulder, one deep line appearing in her forehead.

Draco blinked once, a breeze briefly rising to tussle his hair. Then the photo repeated.

“What do you think?” Hannah asked, leaning over to read the article along with Y/N.

“Oh, very, er, wild,” said Y/N, hoping it wasn’t obvious that she’d just spent the past minute staring at the picture of Draco Malfoy loop over and over again. “I just can’t believe this is the world now.”

Hannah nodded solemnly. “I know!” 

She put the newspaper in her bag. Thankfully, Justin didn’t ask for it back. She was planning on digesting it later, in the privacy of her dorm room where she could stare at Draco without the prying eyes of her friends and the judgemental sniffs of Justin. “Thanks for the paper, Justin.”

He grunted in response. 

Someone rapped on the compartment glass.

“Ugh, Theo,” groaned Susan, though she plastered a smile on her face as the figure outside pushed open the door.

“Hey,” he said, propping his arm on the doorframe and grinning at her. His dark green tie flapped in the brief puff of air that accompanied the sliding of the door.

“Hey.” Susan swallowed.

Y/N felt like she was missing something. Had something happened between her and Nott? Is that why she was calling the Slytherin Theo now?

“I like your sweater,” Nott offered, his eyes flicking down to her chest in a way that was not very PG-13 rated. 

Susan blushed madly. “Er—thanks. I like yours.”

He wasn’t wearing a sweater, but he was wearing a shit-eating grin, and that was only growing. “Come sit with us?”

“In the Slytherin section?”

Nott shrugged, and the way she saw his muscles tense underneath his button-up made Y/N understand where Susan was coming from a bit more. “If you’d like.” He shifted his gaze, catching Y/N’s eyes. “Are you new?”

Terry snorted.

“No,” said Y/N, her mouth twisting into a frown. 

“Forgive me,” said Nott in response, holding his hands up in a surrender. “I’m proper shit at remembering faces.”

“I’ll go sit with you,” interrupted Susan, sitting upwards and gathering her things in a haphazard fashion that seemed rather uncharacteristic. Nott smirked and held the door open for her, whispering something into her ear as she brushed past him. 

“Did something happen between them?” asked Y/N once the door had shut and the pair was on their way to the Slytherin car.

Her friends shifted uncomfortably. Terry seemed like he was avoiding eye contact while Hannah picked at her cuticles. Justin was reading a book that he’d brought, clearly not participating. 

“Well…” Terry rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Oh!” Y/N felt her heartbeat quicken once again. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

“She really wanted to,” explained Hannah, and her expression was open and genuine. “But when she owled me and Terry about Theo, she said that she wasn’t sure how to tell you. Since you’re muggleborn and he’s…well, he’s in that crowd. She was worried you’d be hurt.”

Y/N felt the briefest flicker of betrayal, but she supposed she understood where Susan was coming from. “Is he good to her?”

Terry shrugged. “I think so? They’re not official or anything. They just met at a pureblood function over the summer and apparently hit it off. He seems alright, actually.”

“That’s great!” said Y/N, though her mind was reeling. On one hand, she was slightly stung by the fact that her friend didn’t bother to tell her. She also felt keenly aware of the fact that his reputation of bigoted behavior towards people like her was not enough for her to turn him down. But on the other…She gulped. There was something thrilling about having a mutual connection with Draco. It was stupid, really. Nothing would ever come of it. But after 6 years, there was finally some weak merit behind her daydreams of meeting Draco and having an enlightening conversation at some party or gathering. 

But that was completely nuts. It’s not like he’d go to a Hufflepuff party. It’s not like she’d go to a Slytherin party either, no matter how desperately she wanted to satisfy that particular curiosity of hers. 

“If you see her before me, please tell her that I don’t mind,” added Y/N. The relief was visible on the faces of her friends. “I’m just sad she felt like she couldn’t tell me sooner. I’d understand, you know.”

Terry and Hannah sent her grateful smiles. 

After another hour or so of chatter and banter, they finally arrived. Y/N had long since donned her robes, pulling the black fabric with golden trim and tightening her Hufflepuff tie until she was satisfied with her appearance. There was something so satisfying about the way that her hair brushed her collar, its length lending it bounce and volume that had otherwise been absent. 

“Not to sound weird or anything,” said Hannah to her as they filed into the Great Hall, “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look better at a Sorting Ceremony. Merlin, Y/N, you’re just glowing.”

She grinned back. She felt like she was glowing. 

But as they continued down the aisle, making their way towards the Hufflepuff table, Y/N began to feel a bit uncomfortable with how many people were looking at her. When she’d walk by a section of students, some would do double takes, gaping at her as she walked past. 

It made her nervous. 

“Is there something in my hair? Or on my face?” she whispered to Hannah.

Hannah smiled. “I don’t know what happened to you over the summer, but you just look different now. More yourself, or something. They’re probably just wondering who you are.”

“Only took them 6 years.” 

They slid onto the benches, readying themselves for the upcoming feast. As her friends began to joke and giggle around her, Y/N was sure of one thing: even if the rest of the student body was acting weird, at least she had them. 

~

“...and after Potions I have Divination, Runes, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.” Y/N caught her breath after reciting her schedule, pacing the room she shared with Susan.

“All N.E.W.T level?” asked the roommate in question. 

“Yeah,” said Y/N. “I didn’t manage to get an O in Herbology, and Sprout told me that it’d be better for me to focus on my strengths.”

“Brutal,” replied Susan. “So we only have Potions together?” 

“I think so.” Y/N held up the parchment containing her schedule so it was lined up with Susan’s, confirming that their timetables were different. “Why are you taking N.E.W.T level Arithmancy? Do you hate yourself?”

Susan snorted. “I could say the same for you and Divination.”

“At least Divination is just ‘tell me what these tea leaves resemble’ and ‘explain how you can use palm lines to determine how likely it is that my cousin’s stubbed toe will heal in time for the next backyard Quidditch match.’ I don’t have to calculate the magnitude of the magical core of Saturn or whatever.”

“It’s really not that bad.”

“Whatever you say.” Y/N tossed her schedule on her new desk, shoving her trunk under her bed and surveying the room. “I guess that’s all I have to do tonight. I actually quite like our dorm this year. It’s more spacious than the last one.”

Susan hummed, but her eyes seemed far away.

“Is everything okay?” Y/N asked.

“Are you mad at me about Theo?” she finally asked.

Y/N blinked. “No. Not really. A little hurt that you didn’t tell me, but I guess I understand why.”

“I wanted to tell you so badly,” gushed Susan, seemingly checking back into the present. “I’m so sorry. I know I should have now, but I wanted to do it in person, and I know that your parents are weird about you going into the magical world over summer.”

“It’s alright,” said Y/N, and though there was a twinge of pain, she mostly meant it. “Is he nice? I never imagined that a Slytherin from that group would be.”

Susan nodded. “You’d be surprised. He’s actually really sweet.”

She went on about Nott and the precise details of their meeting and the conception of their situationship, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if this meant she could finally tell her best friend the secret that had been weighing on her since 4th year.

“Susan?” she asked, after her roommate had tired herself out having gone over the exact softness of Nott’s hair thrice. 

“Yeah?” Susan sat up, cocking her head. 

“I…” Y/N swallowed. She could feel her throat bob. “Well…”

“What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“No,” said Y/N quickly. “I just…If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone? Like, when I say anyone, I mean even Terry and Hannah. No one can know.”

“You’re scaring me, Y/N,” said Susan. “But of course. It’ll be just between the two of us.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” Susan offered her an outstretched pinky finger and wiggled her eyebrows. “Now spit it out.”

“IhaveacrushonDracoMalfoy,” she mumbled.

Susan stilled. Her eyes widened a fraction. 

“And it’s really not that big of a deal,” Y/N added on, scrambling. “Like, it’s not like I have a lot of feelings for him or anything. I don’t even like him that much. It’s not even a crush, really. I just find him really, er, interesting. And I know it’s literally a pipe dream because he’s Draco Malfoy and I’m a muggleborn Hufflepuff but I’ve just been sitting on this for a long time now and I had to tell someone. So I can get over it, of course. Because he’s totally awful and not an option at all.”

The corner of Susan’s lip quirked. Y/N felt her heart lurch, sure that her friend was about to ridicule her for being so delusional that she managed to develop feelings for Malfoy. 

“Like I said,” she said, desperate to salvage the conversation, “It’s nothing important. Barely there, even, I’d wager. I don’t even know him. It’s silly, really. I don’t know why I told you this.”

“That does make sense,” mused Susan. 

“What?”

“I said, that makes sense,” repeated Susan, and Y/N was relieved to see that she didn’t appear angry. “Considering how you talk about him. How long?”

“Um…”

“How long?!”

“Since…well, since 4th year,” said Y/N, wishing their window was large enough for her to open it and pitch herself off the side of the castle. 

Susan’s eyebrows shot up. “Y/N! And you never told me?”

“I’m embarrassed by it,” Y/N admitted. “It’s a little masochistic, don’t you think? Local loser falls for the school bully?”

“Has he ever bullied you?”

“We’ve never even spoken,” said Y/N, quietly. 

“Oh.” Susan chewed on her bottom lip. “That does complicate things. Have you ever had a class together or something?”

“Not since 4th year,” she said. “I guess our schedules just didn’t line up.”

“So why do you like him?”

And Y/N told her.

December 25th, 1994

Y/N teetered on her heels as Terry spun her yet again, sweeping her off her feet and making her erupt into a fit of laughter. 

“You don’t need to do that,” she whispered into his ear between giggles. Terry really didn’t—the Bulgarian waltz only required the leading partner to turn with their partner, not pick them up off the ground and swing them about. 

Terry just grinned loosely down at her, his hand casually rested on her waist. His face was pinker than usual, probably because of the copious amount of Firewhiskey he’d managed to nab off of the upperclassmen. 

The two separated, in accordance with the waltz steps, turning around to face the dancer behind them.Y/N readied herself to do a simple waltz sequence around the room, but her confidence immediately wavered when she saw who was standing in front of her.

Draco Malfoy’s blond head dipped as he bowed, extending a hand. She curtsied, but her heart was thudding so hard that she was surprised that she didn’t trip and fall. It was probably from the exercise. Yes, she had just been sweating all over Terry as he picked her up and threw her about in the air. It had nothing to do with the pair of silver eyes trained on her.

He didn’t recognize her. He couldn’t have, not when he placed his hand on her waist and allowed her to take his hand without a single flinch. Malfoys were notorious for their blood prejudices. He probably thought that she was a half-blood Hufflepuff, like the near entirety of the Hogwarts student population. Muggleborns were rare, rarer than members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Unless he had known of her before, he had no reason to assume she was one. 

As they waltzed across the dance floor, Y/N allowed herself to appreciate the way that they moved together. Where Terry was occasionally klutzy and uncoordinated, Malfoy floated, guiding them across the floor with a practiced ease that was undoubtedly the result of years of a proper Pureblood upbringing. He was warm and solid against her, and she could feel the chill of his signet ring permeating the thin fabric of her gown.

She let herself look at his face when they returned to their original places. His gaze was fixed on something over her shoulder, but the effect was all the same.

Fuck thought Y/N as she stared at him. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She knew this feeling. 

They separated, and Y/N yanked her eyes from his, finding Terry’s arms and attempting to forget all about what she’d just felt. But it became hard for her to deny when she noticed how often her eyes left her own date to look for that telling blonde head of hair. She drank in every sight of him like a woman parched, hoping to memorize the way that his lithe form looked in his formal black dressing robes, the way that his starchy white collar accentuated his sharp jawline. 

He was perfect. And she was fucked.

September 1st, 1996

“You danced with him once and decided you were going to have his babies?” said Susan, one eyebrow arched.

“Ew.” Y/N smacked her roommate with her pillow. “Gross. And it was a really good dance! We were a good partnership.”

“And you know this because you took one trip across the ballroom, doing one of the easiest dance steps known to man? With a pureblood who could probably waltz his shoes tied together?” 

Y/N turned even redder. “Hey! I can’t help it. He’s just…You know?”

“Unfortunately, I do know,” Susan conceded. “Theo makes me feel that way too.”

“Speaking of Nott—I mean, Theo—” Y/N paused, wondering if it was too early and weird for her to ask. 

“Yeah?”

“Do you spend any time with Draco when you’re with the Slytherins? What’s he like?”

Thankfully, Susan didn’t seem like she was going to tease her for her hopeless antics. She frowned, tilting her head. “He’s…quiet. Very quiet. Maybe it’s just because I’m there. He probably has some bloodline curse prohibiting him from chatting up a Hufflepuff or something—no offense.”

“None taken,” said Y/N. “I meant it when I said that I knew this was all a pipe dream. Do you think…I dunno, this is stupid.”

“In dark times like these, we should all treasure the questions from hopeless crushes a little more. If we can’t allow ourselves this, then what else do we have?”

Y/N smiled gratefully. “I know you say he’s quiet. But from what you’ve seen, do you think we’d get along?”

Susan opened her mouth before closing it.

“I mean, apart from the fact that I’m a muggleborn and a Hufflepuff,” Y/N hastily added. “Just, like, our personalities.”

“Oh,” said Susan, appearing relieved. “Like I said, I don’t know all that much about him or his personality. When I see the Slytherins, he normally just adds a few sarcastic comments here and there.”

“Hm.” Y/N tried not to think too hard about whether or not they were compatible based off of the one singular detail Susan had gleaned from her interactions with him.

“I can ask Theo, you know,” said Susan. “I can be really sly about it. He wouldn’t know it was you. I’ll just ask him what Draco’s type is or something.”

“I don’t think Theo even knows who I am,” said Y/N. “I don’t think any of them know who I am, either.”

“That’s probably for the better,” said Susan. “Theo has been good about it, but I think that you’re better off without them knowing about another muggleborn at Hogwarts. You see how they treat Granger.”

Y/N hummed in agreement. 

“I’ll ask,” Susan said, her tone final. “And I’ll be so sneaky about it. It’ll never get back to you. But…”

“But?”

Susan shifted. “You’ve seen him with Parkinson, right?” 

“Yes.” Y/N didn’t mean to sound so sharp. 

“I’m just saying this because I love you, Y/N,” said Susan. “I want you to be prepared in case Theo tells me that they’re together. For all we know, they could have an engagement arranged after they graduate.”

Y/N felt positively ill. “I know. I’m okay with it. I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s never going to happen. I just kind of want to know. If you come back and tell me that you think he’s completely incompatible with me then I’ll feel better about forgetting all about it.”

“That’s smart,” responded Susan, looking thoughtful. “But I’m sorry if it doesn’t work out. You deserve the best, you know.”

She let her roommate pull her into a hug. She could tell that another apology was on the tip of her friend’s tongue: perhaps a more eloquently worded, “I’m sorry you were born a muggleborn.” Y/N didn’t mind being muggleborn, but in that moment, she would’ve given anything in the world to have magical lineage. 

~

Y/N’s nails bit into the flesh of her palms as she wound about the dungeon corridors. She had spent every year prior heading to Snape’s room for Potions and gotten so accustomed to walking to the same classroom that she never bothered to explore more of the dungeons. She hated the way that everything was so dank, dripping, and dark. 

She also hated the way that she was going to be late to her first Potions class. Because she couldn’t find the classroom, like a bloody first-year. 

THIS is not a good look for me she thought as she finally caught sight of a door propped open with students inside. I’m letting down all the muggleborns. 

Her shoes clicked on the stone floor as she entered, prompting Slughorn to pause his lecturing to turn and regard her.

“Miss…” He frowned, plucking a small piece of parchment from the table.

“Y/L/N, sir,” she answered. Her cheeks grew hot as she felt the weight of the entire class’s eyes on her. 

“Ah, I see,” said Slughorn, nodding. “Miss Bones told me you were coming. Lost your way?”

“Yes,” she replied, catching Susan’s eye. “Forgive me, Professor. I don’t spend much time down here.”

Slughorn awarded her with a smile that was clearly forced. “No matter. Take a seat. We’re reviewing the general structure of an antidote.”

Y/N scanned the room. There was one empty seat next to Susan and Nott, thank Merlin. Y/N had never felt more grateful. Then she realized who was sitting with them and her heart ceased to beat.

“Y/N,” greeted Susan as she set her things down on the ground and sat down. “Have you met Theo?”

Nott grinned wolfishly at her from across the table, dimples appearing in his golden skin. Y/N could see why Susan was drawn to him. “Hi, Y/N. I met you on the train, didn’t I?”

“Hi,” she said shyly. “I think so.” She wasn’t sure if her voice was going to work properly if she said any more. 

“And have you met Malfoy?” Nott gestured towards the boy sitting next to him, levitating a quill and looking profoundly uninterested.

Y/N sent a kick to Susan’s shin under the table. “No. I, er, don’t think I have.”

Draco looked up from his quill for a second and their eyes locked. Her heart thudded like it was suddenly full of lead. He raised his hand in a half-hearted wave, fingers loose. Then he looked back down, twirling the quill around said long fingers. He obviously didn’t care. Y/N swallowed. He was wearing a Malfoy signet ring on his pointer finger, a silver metal that captured the light in the room and accentuated the elegant slope of his skin. He had hands that looked like they could belong to a Michelangelo sculpture and he didn’t care about her at all.

She felt like she was going to puke.

“Malfoy, this is Y/N,” said Nott, and she felt like she wanted to immediately melt into a puddle and die. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

Malfoy didn’t even bother introducing himself, but he looked at her again. This time, it felt like he was reevaluating her. His gaze lingered, only snapping to attention once Slughorn began to lecture once again.

And thus was Y/N’s first interaction with Malfoy in two years.

“Merlin, Susan,” grumbled Y/N as they sat together at lunch, huddled together and attempting to quell their first day blues with the soup in front of them. “That was disastrous.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” soothed Susan. She’d been hearing Y/N moan about her interaction with Malfoy all day. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t say anything to him,” replied Y/N, grieving over her bowl. “All I did was sit there and stare at his hands. Do you think he noticed?”

“I don’t,” Susan told her. Her hand came up to touch Y/N’s back. “I don’t mean to take the wind out of your sails, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to you.”

“I know,” said Y/N, and upon hearing how loudly she’d snapped it, immediately lowered her voice. “That’s the real kicker. Now I know, I guess. He’s got no interest in me. It’s a lost cause. I’m over it, damn it all—”

“Apologies for interrupting,” said a smooth voice from behind her. Y/N froze. She knew who this was.

“Theo!” said Susan, spinning around and beaming up at her Slytherin “it’s complicated”-friend. He returned the smile with equal affection, reaching out to press a thumb into the dimple in her left cheek. “Why’re you here?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he said to Susan before turning to face Y/N. “And you, too, Y/N. If you’d like.”

Y/N had a feeling she would not like it.

“Surely you’ve heard about our fun little get togethers,” said Nott. The slant of his mouth had morphed from adoration to slyness, and it made Y/N want to squirm in her seat (though she would not give any Slytherin the satisfaction of letting him see that). 

“A little,” Susan deadpanned. It was an understatement. Slytherin parties were legendary. Even more mythic were the invites—it was near impossible to get into one without being a Slytherin already.

“Well, I’d love to see you there,” said Nott. “Both of you there. Y/N, it’s been a pity that I hardly know you.”

Something inside Y/N froze. Did he know? Did any of them know that she was a muggleborn? Susan seemed to be undergoing the same thought process as emotions flickered across her face. 

But despite all of her reservations, Y/N knew one thing: Susan, as a pureblood and a witch who was hopelessly infatuated with Theodore Nott, was going to be going to this party whether she was allowed or not.

“She’d love to go,” said Y/N. Nott’s eyebrows shot up while Susan kicked her under the table once.

“I’m thrilled,” he said, awarding her yet another dazzling smile. “And you, Y/N? Will I be getting to see you there as well?”

“No, I couldn’t—”

“Why? Do you have plans?” 

“Well, no—”

“So come,” Nott insisted. 

“I’m really not sure—”

“About what?”

If you want someone like me there she thought, but she decided not to share it. “You don’t know me like you know Susan. There’s no need to invite me.”

“Forget Susan,” said Nott, waving his hand. Susan theatrically gasped. “I’m inviting you. It’s a mere coincidence that I ran into both of you whilst distributing invitations.”

Here, Y/N was beginning to feel confused. Nott didn’t know her. There was no reason for him to offer her an invitation to one of the most exclusive parties in recent Hogwarts history. 

He cocked his head as he regarded her with startling attention. “I’ll assume that I’ll see you this Friday. I’ll send you both invites. No one else knows, yeah?”

Susan nodded, but Y/N sat frozen. 

“Why did he invite me?” she asked Susan once Nott had disappeared back into the ranks of the Slytherin table.

“I have no clue,” whispered Susan back. “But maybe it would be a good thing to do.”

“He’s going to be there.”

“He is.”

Y/N gulped. “Do you think this is all a cruel joke?” 

Susan frowned, but shook her head. “No. Theo’s not like that. He’s a bit of a tosser sometimes, but not like that.”

The week stretched on. Slughorn gave them unofficial official assigned seats, and Y/N found herself trying her very best not to stare at the group member across from her. She and Draco had had no further interactions beyond him asking for the beetroot powder and her trying to quell her blush as she said, “uh, yeah” and handed it to him.

As Friday drew closer, anticipation for her new evening plans grew. She was worried, of course, worried about the implications of the invite—not to mention the actual events that would transpire when she attended. But a part of her wondered, just barely, if Draco had been the one to insist that Nott invite her the day he approached her at lunch. There’s no reason that Nott would talk to her otherwise. Right? It couldn’t be a coincidence that that happened on the day that she sat with him in Potions.

She was aware that she was going completely nutters, of course. It wasn’t as if she was proud of her train of thought. Deep down, Y/N knew all of her speculation was bordering on insanity. But what was a teenage girl without a little lunacy?

~

“Does my liner look straight?” asked Y/N, pressing her face into Susan’s and blinking dramatically.

“It looks perfect,” said Susan. “Just like the rest of you. Where did this dress come from? I’ve never seen you in it before.”

Y/N grinned. She was wearing one of her summer wardrobe splurges—a black silk slip dress that ended a bit above her knees. The enchanted tights on her legs added a witchy element, golden vines twinkling intermittently around a sheer black background. She’d let Susan talk her into wearing a delicate gold necklace with a badger pendant, short enough that it only reached her chest right under her collarbones.

When she’d caught the reflection of herself in the mirror, she was shocked by what she saw. The black in her waterline made her eyes pop. In short, she looked…pretty. Beautiful, even.

“Like I said,” Susan said from behind her, looking into the mirror with her, “Perfect. Do you think we can go now? I’m getting nervous about finding the dungeons.”

“Sure.”

Y/N was sure she was physically trembling by the time that they found the entrance to the Slytherin common room. It didn’t help that the dungeons were cold and damp. The exposed skin on her neck, shoulders, and chest were desperately paying the price. 

“I wish I had brought a sweater,” complained Y/N as they prepared to knock on the door. 

“That would be social suicide,” said Susan flatly before rapping three times. Y/N snorted. Yeah. Merlin forbid someone in the dungeons was actually comfortable. 

The door swung open to reveal Gregory Goyle, a sneer fitted onto his face as he glared down at the two Hufflepuffs. “Invites?”

Susan reached into her pockets and pulled out two rich forest green envelopes. Goyle plucked them out of her fingers with no excess civility, giving her a suspicious look as he ripped the envelopes open and examined their contents. Once he was satisfied, he gave a grunt that Y/N supposed was intended to be approval, given that he moved out of the entrance to make room for them to fit through.

The only light came from the walls, where dark green lights had been attached to the walls, omitting a sort of slimy glow to the room. Some students were dancing in the middle to whatever music was on—Y/N couldn’t recognize it, but she supposed it was wizarding party music—while others were clustered in groups around the walls, talking animatedly with their friends. A table was set up near the fireplace with a collection of bottles strewn about with cups. She recognized the Firewhiskey labels from her spot across the room, but the rest was difficult to discern.

“Y/N! Suz!” The voice came from the armchairs by the windows. Y/N whipped sound to see Theo sitting perched on a thick leather couch, waving enthusiastically in their direction.

“Let’s go!” said Y/N, tugging on Susan’s sleeve, Her friend appeared frozen in place.

“I can’t believe he likes me,” said Susan. “Look at him. He’s gorgeous.”

“And so are you!” Y/N replied, shaking her shoulders. “And he’s waiting for us!”

She pulled Susan over to the windows. Theo, Zabini, Parkinson, and Greengrass all sat, a few tumblers scattered on the table. 

“Who’s this?” asked Parkinson sourly, giving Y/N and Susan a very obvious once-over, 

“Susan, the prettiest girl in our year,” said Theo, and Y/N swore she saw Susan ascend. 

Parkinson snorted. “Oh. Yeah. Sure. And the other one?” Y/N, too, was curious to hear his answer.

“My potions savior,” said Theo, grinning. “Y/N. She gave me sophrous powder when no one else would.”

Y/N blinked. Huh? 

“I didn’t take you for a philanthropist,” said Zabini. His fingers pressed into the high arches of his cheekbones as he rested his face in his hand, regarding Y/N and Susan with a practiced disinterest. 

And thus concluded their entrance into the Slytherin dorms. Theo ushered both of them onto the couches before disappearing with the promise to return with drinks, which he did, promptly. They tasted like a fireplace, Y/N thought, as she sat, nursed her drink, and wondered where Draco could possibly be. Thanks to Susan, she was given a chance to hang out with his friends. Just her luck that the one time she was invited, he wasn’t even there.

“Where’s Draco?” asked Parkinson. The momentary gratitude that arose in Y/N was immediately squelched by the sick feeling of jealousy. Why did Parkinson care? Were they together?

Theo rolled his eyes and pretended to stretch, using the opportunity to drape an arm over Susan’s shoulder in a gesture that was comically obvious. “You know how he is. I asked him if he was coming and he got all bitchy, saying something about how he’s got too much this weekend and can’t be bothered with THAT kind of stuff anymore.” Theo’s voice morphed into a caricature of Draco’s snotty drawl near the end, and it made even Y/N giggle.

“First time I’ve made you laugh, ever,” Theo pointed out. His eyes were boring into hers. “Is that what I need to do to get you to like me more? More unbearable Draco impressions?”

“Maybe,” Y/N said through laughs. She couldn’t remember why she’d hated Theodore Nott for so long. Looking back on it, she couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten on her nerves or cheered as other Slytherins insulted the muggleborns. He was just friends with the people who did, which Y/N supposed was just as bad, but it certainly didn’t always seem like it. 

When Theo pulled Susan up to dance, Y/N became keenly aware of the fact that she had no one else at the party beyond the scowling Slytherins sitting around her. 

“So,” said Zabini awkwardly, clearing his throat. “Y/N, did you say?”

She took another sip of her drink. She’d already taken too many sips out of nervousness, and now it was almost gone. And she didn’t know how strong it was. “Yeah. Zabini, right?”

“Yeah.” 

They stared at each other for another few seconds.

“I love your mother’s work,” she offered. “8 husbands in one decade? That has to be a sort of record.”

“It is, actually,” said Zabini, sitting up straighter. “It used to be 5. She beat the last witch by quite a margin.”

“Impressive,” Y/N said, and she wasn’t lying.

“Have you always gone to Hogwarts?” asked Greengrass, a slightly dreamy look in her eyes.

“Yes,” said Y/N, “But I normally keep to myself. I’m mostly friends with Hufflepuffs, you see.”

“I’m surprised I’ve never heard of you before.” Parkinson was looking at her like a big cat about to pounce. 

Y/N swallowed. It wasn’t like she had much of a relationship to salvage with any of the Slytherins in the room. She could leave, and Theo would take care of Susan. It wouldn’t hurt to come clean, right? She’d read somewhere that admitting to something before you were caught made you seem more powerful. 

She decided to go for it.

“Yeah. That’s probably because I’m a muggleborn.”

The group went silent. Horror filled their faces as the realization dawned on them.

Then Parkinson laughed, a cruel, biting sort of laugh. “How’d you get an invite?” 

“I didn’t, not really,” said Y/N. “It’s just because of Susan.”

“So Bones is a blood traitor?” said Greengrass, her dreamy look wiped off and replaced with a sneer. “Isn’t this rich? I swear, are there any of us left? We’re dropping like flies. Does Theo know about this?”

The thought seemed to disturb Parkinson enough to spring into action. 

“Theo!” she screeched, reaching a hand up to wave wildly in the direction of the couple, The blood red nail polish on her fingers looked black under the green lights. “Come here! This instant!”

Y/N was just about to flee, when—

“Shut up, you stupid bint,” said a low, drawling voice behind her. Y/N froze. She knew that voice. Was she so drunk that she was imagining Draco Malfoy’s voice?

The weight on the couch shifted next to her as someone sat down. She wouldn’t look—couldn’t look, she was too terrified—but the way the green light reflected off the pale hair of the person beside her told her enough.

How had literally everything gone to shit in less than a minute?

“Draco!” cooed Parkinson. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“I thought I’d drop in to say hullo,” Draco said, crossing one dragonhide clad foot over the opposite knee. HIs raised thigh nearly brushed hers, and Y/N felt her heart lurch into her throat. “What did I miss?”

Draco Malfoy was sitting next to her. Draco Malfoy was almost touching her. Draco Malfoy was talking more than he ever had in front of her. Draco Malfoy was definitely not even slightly paying attention to her.

“...and I was just telling this mudblood here to get out,” finished Parkinson. Y/N hadn’t heard the beginning, she was so lost in thought.

And apparently Draco Malfoy knew she was a muggleborn now.  

“Oh,” was all he said, swirling a cup around in his hands. “So I haven’t missed much.”

It was so casual, so uninterested. Y/N was sure she was about to die of embarrassment, but she was frozen in her spot, so the act of spontaneously shuffling off the mortal coil was perhaps a tall order for her when she couldn’t even manage a blink.

“Do you need help finding the door?” said Parkinson, now addressing Y/N with a saccharine sweet voice. “Or do you think you can manage?”

Y/N found herself on her feet all of a sudden, vile words on her tongue and a prominent fantasy in her mind that included decking Parkinson. The sudden movement thawed her petrification, but she was still struggling to come up with a retort. 

Y/N eyes met Parkinson’s, and suddenly she heard herself talking. “You’re not very good at putting eyeliner on. Your lids are too oily for the charm.” And honest to god, Y/N was right. Parkinson had used the classic eyeliner charm that every witch knew, and it had since transferred onto the middle of her lid. 

Then she chucked her Firewhiskey cup at Parkinson’s head with as much strength as she could muster and ran for her life. 

~

It was late. Y/N didn’t know where she was, or how she had gotten so lost in the dungeons. 

“Is anyone there?”

The voice echoed in the corridor behind her. It sounded like a student,  most likely a male 6th year prefect. She shivered. It was past curfew—way past curfew. If a prefect caught her, she’d be fucked. She needed to run to make sure she wouldn’t be given detention, but she was so lost. And her feet felt glued to the floor in a way that didn’t seem reasonable. 

The footsteps approaching her rounded the corner. It seemed peculiar to Y/N—the voice had sounded much further away. But there was no reason dwelling upon that when she could be thinking about how to talk herself out of a detention. 

“Oh. It’s you.”

When she turned around to face the person speaking, she saw Draco. He was standing in the middle of the hall with his hands shoved into the pockets of his Quidditch robes. Why was he wearing Quidditch robes? It was late at—Y/N checked her catch, and was startled to see that the face was completely empty. She also didn’t know how she had gotten here. What was going on? Why was Draco Malfoy patrolling the halls in his Quidditch robes? He hadn’t played since last year.

“Why are you wearing your Quidditch robes?” asked Y/N, frowning and tilting her head. “I didn’t think you were playing this year.”

Draco gave her a weird look. “Why would I be wearing—oh.” He looked down at himself and pulled at the fabric draped over his shoulders, his scowl deepening. “I’m—not sure.”

Not that Y/N was complaining. Draco in his normal apparel was drop dead handsome, but there was something about how he looked clad in the forest green swaths of Slytherin’s uniform with his last name displayed on his back. She’d always taken extra time to admire him from the Quidditch stands during games. 

“This is a dream, you know,” said Draco. And once he said that, it became clear that everything around her but him was fuzzy and distorted, with inaccurate proportions that seemed improbable.

Something was shaking at her shoulder, too.

“Y/N.”

It echoed, but it didn’t come from Draco’s mouth.

“I think someone’s calling you,” said Draco, motioning behind her with his chin. “You should go.”

“Y/N!” 

Susan’s face appeared in front of her, bathed in the sunlight that was currently spilling into their dorm room through the windows. Draco slowly faded from her vision.

“Wake up!”

Y/N groaned, rolling over. She became keenly aware of the fact that she was in fact lying down, not standing in the Slytherin dungeons. As she came to, the memories floated back to her—meeting Theo’s friends, seeing Draco, throwing her drink in Pansy’s face, running back to her dorm and making it in record time—none of which involving a run in with Draco beyond the common room.

“Oh god,” murmured Y/N.

“You’re a legend, dude,” said Susan. “That drink throw was all anyone could talk about. You hit her right in the face, you know, from across the table and after drinking an entire cup of Firewhiskey.”

“She’s going to try and kill me,” moaned Y/N, rolling onto her back and hiding her face. “She’s gonna kill me dead.”

“I’m really sorry, though,” said Susan with a bit more earnestness. “I shouldn’t have left you alone with them. I got carried away. Theo invited me to go dance with him, and then we just started talking, and—”

“Please don’t apologize,” said Y/N. “I’m really happy you got to have that moment with him. I’m sorry I kind of ruined last night.”

“Eh.” Susan shrugged. “I think most people thought it was funny. Apart from Parkinson and Greengrass, of course. I think they’re a bit more peeved.”

“Well, it’s not like I see them much,” said Y/N. “They know I’m a muggleborn now, though.”

“Does Draco?”

“Yeah.”

“Aw, Y/N.” Susan reached out to brush her hair off of her forehead. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to tell them on your own terms.”

“I actually did, I think,” said Y/N, the events of the previous night slowly clarifying in front of her. “Granted, I was a bit drunk, but I decided to just get it on the table.”

“Oh. Wow. Do you…Was it…Are you happy that you did?”

“Yeah, honestly.” Y/N finally pushed her covers away and sat up. As much as she adored Susan, sometimes it was clear that her best friend didn’t understand what it was like to be anything but pureblooded. “I was sick of dancing around it. I just wanted to own it, you know? I didn’t want to constantly worry that one of them might find out. I don’t want them to think I’m ashamed of my blood status.”

“That’s…I never thought about it like that,” said Susan, thoughtfully. “Then I’m happy for you, Y/N. That’s really strong of you.”

“Thanks. Do you think Parkinson is going to target me now?”

“I’m not sure,” replied Susan. “I think she’s spending most of her energy nowadays trying to get Malfoy’s attention.”

Y/N chose to believe her friend as she got up to get ready for breakfast, letting her thoughts wander beyond Pansy Parkinson and to her dream last night instead.

When she was younger, she used to be able to lucid dream, spending every night going on adventures of her own volition and flying about the world without the aid of a plane or a broom. School stress had made it difficult to dream consciously, so that had long since fallen to the wayside. 

But it was so fun to lucid dream. She’d forgotten how nice it was to have a practice world to herself all night where she could do anything she wanted without any consequences. 

Now that she thought about it, she was devastated at the way she’d squandered the opportunity to snog Draco Malfoy senseless in her dream. Granted, it wouldn’t really be Draco Malfoy—it would be her mind’s version of Draco Malfoy—but it would be better than nothing. It had been too long since she’d had a good snog session. So long, in fact, that she was willing to resort to making out with her crush in her dreams if that was all the action she was going to get.

She could have kissed him, or confessed, or at the very least touched his hair or felt the firmness of his chest underneath his Quidditch robes. And his Quidditch robes, too—her subconscious was generous indeed. 

At that moment, Y/N promised herself that if she ever met Draco in a dream again, she was going to jump him. 

~

Nothing could’ve prepared her for the cheers that rang throughout the Great Hall when she entered that morning, still bleary-eyed with sleep and uncoordinated.

“Is that her?” she heard someone whisper, and suddenly the entire Gryffindor table was erupting in whoops and hollers and clapping.

“Merlin, Susan,” gasped Y/N as she watched the 6th year Gryffindors cheering and pointing at her. “What’s going on?”

“I told you,” said Susan, a gleam in her eye, “You’re an icon. It looks like word got out that you were the girl who threw the drink.”

“What’s your name?” asked a Gryffindor boy that smelled faintly of smoke as they walked past.

“Um—Y/N Y/L/N—”

“Y/N Y/L/N WAS THE WITCH WHO DECKED PARKINSON,” he bellowed. The cheering grew even louder, this time with the addition of her name being sung, and Y/N felt herself blush. 

“I wouldn’t say decked—”

“Just take the praise,” said Susan, reaching for her sleeve and yanking her forward. 

“Why are they so excited about this? I feel like this is hardly the first time Parkinson’s gotten into a scuffle.”

Susan shrugged. “I think Gryffindor has some sort of special grudge against Parkinson. I think most of the people at that table would’ve killed to do what you did. But they don’t get invites to Slytherin parties where they’re close enough to hit their mark.”

“This honestly can’t be good,” said Y/N, staring at the porridge in her bowl once they were seated. “Remember how I was planning to spend my time at Hogwarts, and I quote, ‘under the radar’? This isn’t that.”

“I don’t know what radar is. I just nodded when you told me that.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You better hope that you never have to survive in the Muggle world.”

Their conversation morphed into one of chatter and casual gossip. Thankfully, the Gryffindor table had slowly calmed down and Y/N was finally able to eat in peace. Susan had to dash in time to meet Theo at Hogsmeade, so Y/N was left alone with her thoughts as she finished up her food.

Now that she was awake and her dream was behind her, one question lingered: what did Draco think of what happened? Was he impressed that she wasn’t just the standard Hufflepuff archetype? Was he angry at her for Pansy’s sake? Did he even care?

He probably didn’t. He likely didn’t even remember her name, even if he was in the Great Hall while the Gryffindors were chanting it. Merlin knew that he had never referred to her directly. Speaking of which…She frowned, poking the last remnants of her porridge around the bowl. Was he in the Great Hall? Had he seen the Gryffindor fiasco?

Her seat at the Hufflepuff table only faced the Ravenclaw table and the wall. The Slytherin table was right behind her, so even though she hadn’t seen him coming in, it would only be just a quick turn to check…

Under the pretense of stretching, Y/N swiveled about in her seat, planning to scan up and down the aisle as briefly as possible to see if Draco was there. What she wasn’t expecting was Draco sitting right behind her, already staring.

Their eyes locked with an intensity that felt like a gong had been struck within her. Y/N shut her eyes and whipped around, shoving her things back into her satchel and rising to leave.

~

…imperfections in the ball, if dropped or cracked, can lead to disastrous results. Instances like these are rare, but should the crystal be damaged, the user ought to immediately consult a professional to check for lingering magical effects…

Y/N frowned. She had no idea what to say after that line. Were “lingering magical effects” all Trelawney mentioned? And what was she supposed to recommend beyond, “Find someone else who can fix it”? 

She collapsed onto her essay, allowing herself a moment to grieve. She’d been rewriting the same page of her Divination essay for at least half an hour and had made what felt like no progress.

Forcing herself to sit up again, she resolved to finish it again. If she had to go back to her dorm and get her notes, then she would—

A fluttering next to her made her jump. Her notes had just appeared next to her on the library table, but when she reached out to open them, they jerked away. She tried again, and just like before, it scurried away from her grip.

“The fuck?” Y/N muttered as she stood up to get more leverage. Oh, oops. She shouldn’t be talking so loudly in the library at…She checked her watch. Once again, the face was empty.

“This is a dream,” she realized aloud.

“Yes,” said a voice next to her. She jumped, turning to see Draco sitting beside her, his own notes splayed out across the table. “This isn’t real.”

“Are you sure?” asked Y/N, praying that he wasn’t just toying with her.

“Yes,” said Draco again, though his voice was distant. 

Y/N thought about that for a moment. The clocks weren’t working. She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up in the library. No matter what she wrote down on her scroll, she had to start over from the beginning. The outlines of the stacks were wavering in the background. 

Yup, definitely dreaming. And lucid, and sitting next to Draco Malfoy. So she had to make good on her promise.

She casually straightened her legs, holding eye contact with Draco when he looked up as she drew close enough to sit on the armrest of his chair. As always, his features were schooled into a mask of disinterest, but she saw the slight widening of his eyes as she reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. It was soft, softer than she had imagined.

And then she kissed him. 

He was oddly stiff and surprised, like he wasn’t expecting it—which was weird, because he was from her head and he should have known, considering how often she thought about doing this to him. 

Draco pulled away, giving her an odd look.

“Er…”

“This is a dream,” she repeated. 

“Right,” he said, though his eyes were unfocused. “A dream.”

His pupils were blown so wide they made his eyes appear almost black. Y/N found herself wondering how he was so clear in contrast to everything else in her dream, every detail of his body accurate to how she’d remembered in real life and not the slightest bit disfigured. She was so busy puzzling over how real the dream felt that she barely noticed his own hand reaching up to touch her cheek, touching the skin and dragging the fingertip down. Once it reached her jaw, it was replaced with his full palm, warm and soft against her skin as it crept behind her neck and tugged her face down to his.

This time, it was he who kissed her. His lips were a pleasant heat against her own as he tilted his head. She let her own lips part, and he accidentally bumped her teeth.

“Merlin, sorry,” he said, breaking away and letting out a breathy laugh that vibrated in his chest. 

“That’s okay,” she said, smiling but drawing closer once again. She attempted to maneuver herself off of the armrest and onto his lap but teetered on her way down; in response, his hands came up to dig into her waist and steady her. 

“I think your rings are really hot,” she said once she was firmly on top of him, not even thinking to be embarrassed. This wasn’t Draco. This was Imaginary Draco. Who gave a fuck what he thought?

“Yeah?” he teased, the corner of his mouth turning slightly upwards. 

She gasped as something ice cold brushed against her thigh. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing her usual tights and skirt under her robes. She wasn’t even wearing robes; instead, she was dressed the way she was for the party on Friday. 

His fingers danced across the insides of her thighs once again, the coolness of his rings a stark contrast to the steadily rising temperature of her skin.

“You’re burning,” he said as he continued to stroke the swath of skin under her dress. She shifted her weight forward to catch his mouth with hers again. This time, when his tongue brushed the seam of her lips, it felt natural to part them and kiss him deeper. It felt like he was devouring her, from the way his fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh to the way his other hand wound into her hair at the nape of her neck, holding her there.

She’d forgotten how loud it was to snog someone like your life depended on it. She’d also forgotten just how good it felt, and considering how much enthusiasm Dream Draco was bringing to the table, it appeared that her version of him had, too. 

Perhaps she’d take up lucid dreaming as a hobby like muggles did. This was more than enough motivation.

Draco’s hand had migrated from her thigh to her ribcage, the fabric straining against it as he explored the newly discovered skin. He tasted like toothpaste, like he’d just brushed his teeth, and their kisses had long since turned sloppy, long finished with the pretense of uniformity and cohesion as they drank each other in

And just when he was kissing down the column of her neck, he began to seem farther away, fading in her eyesight as the beeping sound from her alarm began to slip into the dream. She didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye as she awoke.

She spent the entirety of Sunday locked away in her dorm, wondering how she was going to face him on Monday morning. Thankfully, her Divination paper kept her more than occupied. The more she wrote, the more she was convinced that all Seers were just faking it. All of this was so ludicrous.

That night, she didn’t dream of Draco, despite the amount that she’d thought of him (read: a lot). Instead, she dreamt of crystal balls and flying Firewhiskey cups.

final a/n: next part coming really soon. let me know your thoughts! 

[nabichuun]

BUONG GABI

Kung saan na meet mo ulit yung nakasama mo under the slide, red strobe lights with al james singing as bgm.

💭 lee haechan sa ur summer fling, smut. (Part 2)

‼️ written in taglish, ⚠️ contains explicit content not suitable for minors.

🎧 Ngayong Gabi by Al James

(read part 1 here)

“Ohmygod natapos din” sabi mo ng matapos mo ang case study niyo, tumayo ka at nag unat unat. Agad mong kinuha ang phone mo at nag scroll sa notifs and you saw na hinahanap ka na ng mga tropa mo. Napatingin ka sa bintana at nakita mong palubog na ang araw. You’ve been doing the case study for hours sa library di mo napansin na pagabi na pala. 

Nang makarating ka sa condo niyo ay agad sumalubong sayo ang mga kaibigan mong mga nag aayos. Right, may gala nga pala. 

“Aba saan ang punta niyo?” tanong mo habang binababa ang mga gamit mo. Napatigil naman ang kaibigan mong si Joy sa paghahanap ng damit. 

“Sis di mo ba nabasa texts ko? Kanina ka pa namin hinahanap!” bulyaw nito. She took out a piece of clothing at tumabi kay Marie para mag ayos. 

“Were you in the library again? Friday naman sana pinahinga mo na” sabi ni Marie habang nag lalagay ng mascara. Tinawanan mo lang ang mga kaibigan mo sa kanilang pa-nenermon. Very usual na yung mga ganitong scene sainyo, the two of them nagging at you kasi you always miss the fun madalas. 

“Opo nabasa ko po text niyo kaya nga umuwi na ako. Malapit na yung due nung case study kaya ginawa ko na” pag eexplain mo. It took you a week para matapos yung case study na yun buti na lang natapos mo na. 

“So? Saan nga kayo pupunta?” pagtatanong mo uli. 

“House party kina Yangyang, 9pm” Joy replied habang nagbibihis na. 

“Akala ko ba hindi na tayo pupunta sa parties ni Yangyang kasi sabi niyo it's ‘too wild’? Tsaka 9pm? Eh 7pm palang at parang aligaga na kayo?” sabi mo habang pinapanood mo ang dalawa mong kaibigan. 

“I heard pupunta yung crush ko from la salle kaya pupunta tayo. And dadaanan pa natin si Chi bago pumunta dun plus traffic na din mamaya kaya mag bihis ka na at maka gora na tayo” sabi ni Marie at hinagisan ako ng damit. 

Wala kang magawa kundi mag ayos na din. Sinuot mo yung hinagis sayo na damit, it’s a black backless dress then you wore a cute sandals to match it. 

As usual si Joy ang designated driver niyo bilang mataas and alcohol tolerance siya ang nag aalaga sainyo kapag lasing na kayo. Nang masundo na nyo si Chi ay agad na kayong pumunta sa party. 

Usual ‘weekly’ house party lang naman to. Hindi pa kayo nakakapasok ay kita na agad na maraming pumunta ngayon. People are really stressed talaga sa mga ganitong panahon. Best way to de-stress? Walwal.

“Sana maka swerte ako tonight” sabi ni Chi habang inaayos ang sarili bago lumabas ng kotse. 

“Nako andyan naman si yangyang” Tumawa naman si Marie at inasar si Chi. Inirapan lang siya ni Chi at nauna ng lumabas. Only god knows why Chi and Yangyang are ‘just’ friends

“Tara na nga! Baka may makauna pa kay Yangyang”

Pag pasok niyo ay agad sumalubong sainyo ang usok at ang mga tao. As expected, Yangyang never disappoints pag dating sa ganito. Medyo marami rami na ang mga tao kaya naman nakikipag siksikan kayo para makarating sa couch nila yangyang para batiin sila. 

Nakita niyo sina Yangyang at Hendery naglalaro sa couch. 

“Ano mag lalaro nalang kayo diyan?” biglang sabi ni Chi na naka pamewang pa sa harap ng dalawa. Napatingin naman si Yangyang pero bumalik din sa pag lalaro

“Si Hendery kasi nag aya” sabi ni Yangyang na parang nanunumbong. 

Umupo kayong dalawa ni Joy sa couch habang si Marie naman ay gumora para batiin ang mga ibang kakilala nito. 

“Hindi niyo man lang kami bibigyan ng beer? Yangyang you’re better than this” pag paparinig ni Chi at umupo sa tabi ng binata. 

“Oh ayan ikaw mag laro at i’ll go and get beer. Ano ba gusto niyo?” sabi ni yangyang at biglang binigay kay sof ang phone niya. 

“Mule lang okaya san mig” sagot mo naman sa kanya. Ayaw mong mabigla kaya you’ll start with something light lang

“Yun na lang din samin ni Chi” dagdag ni Joy, tumango naman si Yangyang at pumunta na ng kusina. You sighed and threw your head sa couch, nagsisimula palang ang gabi at nakakaramdam ka na ng pagod. 

“Himala hindi ka ata rumarampa ngayon” biglang tanong sayo ni Joy. tinaasan mo siya ng kilay at tinawanan. 

“Pagod lang” sabi mo. sobrang draining ng uni kaya pati energy mo sa pag socialize at pag landi ay nawala na din. 

“That’s new, hindi ba ikaw nagsabi na stress reliever mo ang pag landi?” biglang sabi ni Chi na kakadating lang at tumabi kay Hendery. 

“Oo nga ikaw? Mapapagod sa ganito? Impossi-” dagdag ni Hendery pero agad ng naputol ang sasabihin niya when his phone rang, nang makita niya kung sino ang caller ay agad siyang tumayo at sinagot ang tawag. 

“Hoy hendery ampota wag mokong iwan dito!” bulyaw ni sof na naglalaro gamit ang cellphone ni yangyang 

“Teka lang may tumatawag- Hello? Pre? Andito na kayo?” Umalis bigla si Hendery at pumunta sa labas. dami namang bisita

“Teka parang ang tagal naman ni yangyang dumating” pagrereklamo ni Joy.

“Pupuntahan ko na wait nga” sabi mo at tumayo ka. Para na din mabati mo yung mga kakilala mo sa loob. After exchanging a few hellos ay nakarating ka sa kusina nakita mo naman si Yangyang nakikipag daldalan habang nag lalabas ng alak.

“Yangs nagrereklamo na sila dun ang tagal mo daw” sabi mo at tinulungan mo na si Yangyang sa pag bitbit ng mga alak. Napatalon ka naman ng biglang may mga nag sigawan. Nanggagaling yung ingay sa salas. 

“BROO!! LONG TIME NO SEE!! PASOK LANG KAYO!!” Dinig na sigaw ni Hendery mula sa labas

Nang matapos na si Yangyang ay bumalik na kayo sa pwesto niyo. nilapag niyo yung mga alak sa table at muli kang napatingin sa malapit sa pintuan ng batiin ni Yangyang ang mga bagong dating. 

Agad namang naningkit ang mga mata mo when you saw a familiar figure, lalapitan mo na sana ng hilahin ni Joy ang braso mo. 

“OH OH TARA TARA CHEERS” sigaw ni Joy habang itinataas ang bote ng san mig. Nakicheers ka naman at agad na lumingon kung saan ka nakatingin kanina. Agad namang nawala yung nakita mo kaya you shrug it off at nakipagkwentuhan nalang. 

After a few hours ay nakaramdam ka na. Low tol ka lang kaya medyo nararamdaman mo na after a few bottles. You decided to take a break at kumain na lang ng pizza. Napatingin naman kayong lahat ng Joy ng bigla itong nag salita.

“Yangyang sino yung mga dumating kanina?” Pasimpleng tanong ni Joy. 

“Joy, the one na may two-tone hair yung crush ko from la salle!” Agad na singit ni Marie. Nanahimik ka lang kasi hindi mo naman nakita yung mga bagong dating kanina.

“Feel ko type mo yung moreno kanina, gwapo shet” biglang sabi ni Chi sayo habang umiinom from her mule. You scoffed at napaayos ng upo. Edi okay sila na nakakita ng gwapo. 

“Kung ganun ano pang hinihintay natin? Yangyang pakilala mo naman kami sa kanila” you cheekily said. 

Medyo may tama na ako. You mentally cursed ng narealize na the alcohol is taking its effect on you based sa malanding tono mo. Pero okay you’re feeling bored na din naman kaya naman bakit hindi?

“Okay wait akyatin ko si- Oh ayan na pala eh, PRE! Patawag naman yung iba may papakilala ako sainyo” sabi ni Yangyang at nilapitan yung isang lalaki na naka dark green na sweater. Napalingon ka naman para tingnan ito.

“Okay okay i’ll go and call them” sabi nito. Tinitigan mo si kuyang naka dark green na sweater habang paakyat ito para tawagin yung iba. You started feeling uneasy, the familiar feeling that the guy gives off makes your heartbeat fast. he looks familiar...

“Sino sasama sakin? Kuha ako ng beer para dun sa mga dadating” ani ni Hendery. Tumayo naman si Joy at nag presinta na tumulong. Hindi mawala sa isip mo yung lalaki kanina at for some reason ay kinakabahan ka. Shet ano bang meron today.

You felt a presence coming sa likod mo yet di ka lumingon. You’re too scared and nervous for some reason parang may mangyayari na hindi mo inaasahan.

“Yo guys sina Mark, Renjun, Jaemin, Jeno, at si Haechan, mga tropa ko from uni” pakilala ni Yangyang sa lima. You looked away dahil sa gulat and tried to hide your face sa likod ni mon ng makarating to. Napansin naman ni Joy ang kinikilos mo kaya tinignan ka niya at tinaasan ng kilay. 

"What the fuck?" You silently cursed.

“Gaga nakatingin sayo yung isa, kilala mo?” mahinang bulong ni Joy. 

Shet shet shet anong gagawin ko. Hindi ko sila kayang harapin. Napatayo ka sa pwesto mo at hinila si Joy sa kusina. You fanned yourself using your hands and let out a frustrated groan.

“Hoy anong meron?” nagtatakang tanong ni Joy.

“Kasi...” napakagat ka naman ng labi, nag iisip kung sasabihin mo ba. 

“Kasi?”

“Naka momol ko yung isa sa kanila.” pag amin mo sa kaibigan mo

“Oh tapos?” sagot ni mon na parang it’s a normal thing. 

“Hindi. hindi lang momol yun. Naalala mo yung sa resort?” you explained further, naalala mo na kinuwento mo sa kanila kaagad yun pag balik mo ng manila. Nanlaki naman ang mata ni Joy ng maalala ang kwento mo

“OHMYGOD! the one na you made out with sa pool?” 

“Yes”

“Gaga ka sino diyan sa kanila?” sabi ng kaibigan mo at sinilip yung pwesto niyo kanina. 

“Yung naka momol ko? Yung naka peach na checkered na long sleeves...”

“What the fuck, sinagip mo ba ang mundo sa past life mo at naka momol ka ng ganun ka gwapo?” Joy said with a tone of disbelief. Totoo naman kasi masyadong too good to be true. 

Sa kabilang banda ay habang nag uusap kayo ni mon sa may kusina ay may mga pares ng mata ang nakatitig sayo. 

Walang duda, ikaw nga.

Napangisi si haechan ng makilala ka niya right away, how can he ever forget you?

Nabali naman ang atensyon ni haechan ng bigla itong tinawag ni Jaemin. 

“It’s her, bakit ayaw mong lapitan?” kalmadong tanong ni jaemin habang nakatitig din sayo. Hindi siya sinagot ni haechan at uminom lang mula sa bote ng beer. Halatang di niya alam kung paano ka i-aapproach.

“Dude, really? That’s new.” Jaemin laughed as he felt haechan’s frustration. Renjun overheard the conversation and decided to join in

“Ang tumal mo naman ngayon” sabi ni Renjun at inakbayan ang kaibigan. Sinamaan lang ito ng tingin at tinanggal ang pag kakaakbay. 

“Fuck off, alam ko ang gagawin ko.”

“Tara na bumalik na tayo dun” pag aaya sayo ni Joy. 

“Nahihiya ako” Umiling ka dahil ayaw mo pa bumalik.

“Naka momol mo na at lahat lahat?” Sumbat ni Joy. That’s the point! Naka momol mo kaya nahihiya ka!

“Gaga bahala ka dyan babalik ako nangangawit na ako kakatayo” dagdag ni Joy at biglang tumalikod. Hindi mo siya pinigilan at pumunta ka nalang din sa labas. Kailangan mo magpahingin at pakalmahin ang sarili mo. 

Pag labas mo ay bumungad sayo ang pool at garden sa bahay nila yangyang. You decided to chill sa may nipa hut sa may pool side dahil wala namang nakatambay dun. Mas konti ang tao dito sa may labas kesa sa loob. 

You took out your phone and scrolled through your camera roll, finding a certain picture. Nang mahanap mo yung picture ay tinitigan mo ito. It was a picture nung papel na binigay sayo ni Haechan last summer, you decide to took a picture of incase na mawala mo. 

After that day, you never dared to contact him. Pinangunahan ka ng hiya. Ano namang sasabihin mo if ever you did? Hello? Ako nga pala yung nakamomol mo under the slide? No way.

You’re too distracted by your thoughts kaya di mo napansin na someone’s coming. He smiled when he saw your face na naka simangot. With two bottles of beer in hand he casually sat in front of you. 

Kita sa mukha mo ang gulat pero hey you expected this to happen. Sandaling nagtama ang mga mata niyo at agad kang umiwas ng tingin.

“What are the odds? Sinong mag aakala na we’ll meet each other again?” He said with a grin plastered in his face. You badly want to punch him in the face pero he’s too hot. 

“Uhh did we meet before?” hala tangina ang bobo mo self!

Haechan raised his brows and stared at you, “I see, ganito pala. I'll play along” he said with a smirk on his face. You can feel your heartbeat increasing again, sino ba kasi ang nagsabi na magpanggap ka pa? 

“What do you mean?” you said, still playing your act. Bahala na!

“We made out in the pool” Haechan bluntly said nasaktuhan naman na umiinom ka kaya naman muntik mo na mabuga yun iniinom mo. you look at his with widened eyes and looked around if may nakarinig. 

“No we didn’t, anyway see you around” you said with a nervous laugh. You quickly stood up and umalis sa nipa hut. Felt a grip around your wrist kaya napatigil ka. Huminga ka ng malalim and hinarap siya. 

“Then, shall I make you remember babe?” Haechan said while looking straight at you then he cocked his head towards the pool. Tangina, what does he mean by that?

“Okay fine I remember, happy?” you decided to drop the act, Ayokong umuwi ng basa.

“You okay?” pag balik mo sa look ay agad kang tinanong ni Chi at inabutan ka ng juice, sa totoo lang? Hindi na ata.

“So ano nangyari?” bulong ni Joy, sasagot ka na sana ng biglang sumigaw si mark. 

“Hey! You’re here?! Wassup!” sabi ni Mark and greeted you. Ngayon nasayo na naman ang atensyon ng lahat. Nung binati ka ni Mark ay sunod sunod ka ng binati nila Jeno.

All of you enjoyed the rest of the night. nag laro kayo ng spin the bottle and other stuff. Halata na lasing na ang iba dahil si Jeno yakap na yakap na kay Renjun at yung iba naman ay tumatayo na at sumasayaw. Habang tinatawanan mo sa Jaemin na sumasayaw na ngayon sa gitna at biglang nag tama ang mata niyo ni Haechan. 

Mula nung nangyari sa may backyard ay hindi na kayo masyado nagpapansinan ni Haechan, Kasi naman para saan yung nangyari kanina sa pool? Ang gulo ha

Tinaasan mo ng kilay si Haechan and mouthed him ‘ano?’, Haechan stood up at nilapitan ka. Agad ka  namang napasandal sa couch ng ilagay niya ang kamay niya sa mga gilid mo at ilapit niya ang mukha niya at bumulong. 

“You look pretty”

And what if that is my last straw?

Haechan stood up and went to the kitchen leaving you dumbfounded. what the fuck? Agad naman kang tumayo at sinundan si Haechan. Nakita mo siya kumukuha ng alak

“What was that for?” You asked habang naka lean sa counter top. 

“I mean it babe”

“Can you please stop calling me babe?”

“Would you like to be called mine instead?” Haechan said with a flirty tone. Pero syempre hindi ka papatalo. 

You pulled his checkered sleeves and whispered to his ear, “i’d like to see you try” 

Haechan smirked and slowly closed the distance and nung tatakas ka na haechan trapped you between his arms. Ayan sandal ka pa sa counter top ah.

“Okay mine, would you like to be mine for the rest of the night?” Haechan said as he gazed upon your lips and eyes. Napatango ka lang naman unconsciously. 

He moved his head closer and you closed your eyes waiting for his lips to touch yours. Bigla ka namang napadilat ng maramdaman mo ang labi niya sa cheeks mo. 

“As much as I want to kiss you right now, madaming makakakita satin baby.” sabi ni Haechan and he tucked a hair in your ear. 

“Tara na hinahanap na nila tayo” he said at hinila ka niya pabalik sa pwesto niyo.

biglang dumami yung tao sa pwesto niyo at halos isang tao na lang ang kasya sa couch. Mabilis mong tinanggal ang pagkakahawak ni Haechan sayo (buti walang nakakita!) at pupunta ka na sana sa tabi ni Joy ng pigilan ka ni haechan. 

“Wala ka ng pwesto dun” 

“Oh okay i’ll get a chair nalang”

“No sit here” sabi naman ni Haechan and you confusedly stared at him. 

“Sit where? Eh halos wala ng space dyan” turo mo sa tabi pagitan ni Haechan at ang katabi niyang si Jaemin. 

“Sit on my lap” Haechan said and tapped his thighs. ano saan ako uupo?

“Maraming tao gago ka ba?” medyo napalakas ang pag kakasabi mo  kaya naman meron iilang napatingin sa gawi namin, by ‘iilan’  ay ang mga kaibigan mo. 

“Does it matter?” pabalik niyang tanong sayo. He has a point, ano naman kung kakandong ka sa kanya?  Ilang segundo kayo nag titigan trying to see kung sino mas matigas sa inyong dalawa. But in the end you gave up and made yourself comfortable in his lap. 

“Much better” Haechan said and wrapped his other arm around your waist. You blushed at his gesture.

Everyone’s super wasted, you can hear all of your friends whining and groaning dahil sa kalasingan. Surprisingly you’re still not THAT drunk kasi sinasalo ni Haechan yung tagay mo. naramdaman mo naman na nilagay ni Haechan ang baba niya sa shoulder mo. yes nasa kandungan ka pa din ni Haechan. 

“Ohh? Are you drunk na?” you asked and side eyed him. 

“No not yet,” he said at umiling. His faint breathing tickles your neck and ears. 

“Sa dami ng tinagay mo di ka pa nalasing?” you said with an amusing tone. 

“High tol ako” he said at tumawa. 

“Sus talaga ba? baka naman niloloko mo lang ako”

“Babe if im drunk di mo ako makakausap ng maayos”

“Hmm good point” 

You felt hot so you decided to tie your hair. habang nag tatali ka ay you felt something soft touch your neck. It sent shivers down your spine. fuck, you silently cursed. Backless nga pala yung dress mo and now you have your hair tied up your back is exposed. 

“You smell good, ” Haechan said, still kissing your back. you squirmed in his lap as his lips continues to place butterfly kisses on your back.

“Haechan...” you said with a warning tone. Kahit na lasing na yung mga kasama nila andami pa din tao na pwedeng maka kita sa inyo. 

“Hmmm” he hummed in response, he’s now kissing your shoulder up to your neck. Huminga ka ng malalim at tumayo sa kandungan niya. 

“Wag dito” sabi mo and you grabbed his hand and pulled him sa kusina. Haechan smirked and let you drag him. Buti naman walang tao sa kusina kaya naman Haechan pinned you against the wall kaagad. He didn’t kiss you agad which made you impatient. 

“So ano titigan mo nalang ako?” mataray mong sabi. Haechan laughed and smiled

“You’re so pretty. I can’t help but to stare” he lifted your chin up and kissed you, passionately. The kiss made your legs wobbly, napakapit ka sa braso niya. 

You missed this feeling, you missed his kisses, you missed him.

“Haech” you accidentally moaned when he bit your lips. Nagulat ka naman when the kiss became intense. He pressed his body onto you kaya naman dikit na dikit ka sa wall. teka di naman ako mawawala

Haechan broke the kiss and tapped your thighs, “Legs up, baby” 

Despite your tight fitted dress you lifted your legs up and let Haechan carry you and gently place you at the counter top. You automatically placed your hands at the back of his head and pulled him for another kiss. 

Haechan chuckled and placed his hands around your waist. As the two of you kiss like there’s no tomorrow. One of your friends shouted that made you and Haechan jump in surprise

“Hoy gaga! Text me kung uuwi ka! Pero mukhang hindi! Basta text mo nalang ako! Mauuna na kami!” Joy shouted mula sa sala, both you and Haechan stared at each other’s surprised faces and laughed. 

Haechan placed a quick kiss at your nose and asked, “My place?”

You giggled and nodded at him. He grabbed your waist and helped you makababa ka sa countertop na medyo mataas pala. paano niya ako naakyat dun? you wondered. Pag labas niyo ng kusina ay nakatanggap kayong dalawa ng asar at mga kantsaw sa mga kaibigan niyo. 

“Grabe meant to be ata kayo”

“Hinay lang naman”

“Respeto sa single”

“Get a room”

“Sana all nalang”

Mabilis niyong dinaanan ang mga kaibigan niyo at nagtungo na sa labas. Nasa parking kayo and haechan stopped at a dashing red mustang. Napasipol ka naman at tintigan ang kotse.

“Nice ride” 

“Right, and you will be riding me next” he playfully said nang makapasok siya sa loob. Hinampas mo naman siya at tinakpan mo ang mukha mong namumula. 

“Gago ka talaga”

“Bakit? Am I wrong?” Jesus take the wheel na po.

Haechan started the engine and looked back para makaalis sa pag kaka park. He placed an arm in your headrest and slowly drove the car in reverse. 

And that’s the hottest thing that you’ve seen today, it feels like Haechan became 100x hotter than before. Nang makaalis na kayo sa pwesto ay nag drive na si Haechan papunta sa condo niya.

The two of you were silent until his phone rang, may text message. Haechan picked his phone up to check the message with his other hand. 

“Hay nako, eyes on the road mister” sabi mo then you crossed your arms. Haechan gave you a quick glance at binaba ang phone niya. 

“My bad, out of habit lang” sabi niya at bigla ulit kayong natahimik. Unsure what to do with the awkward silence between you too you reached out your hand and tapped his thigh. 

“Baby, not here.” Haechan jokingly said and lightly slapped your hand away. Nanlaki naman ang mata mo at hinampas siya

“Hoy nakakailan ka n-” hinapas mo siya uli

“Isa pa hahalik- teka i'm driving!”

“Ikaw kung ano ano nasa isip mo! tatanungin lang kita if i can listen to music” you immediately said at tumawa naman si Haechan. He placed his hand to your thigh and gently caressed it. 

“Naninigurado lang ako. i'm up for it but baby safety first, okay?” sabi niya, inirapan mo lang siya at pilit mong kinakalma sarili mo dahil you’re feeling things dahil sa kamay sa hita mo. 

Not gonna lie, you could get used to this.

Haechan pulled up and both of you hurriedly went inside, atat lang?

As soon as the door closed Haechan immediately pinned you against the wall and claimed your lips. you pressed your body to him and kissed him back. Haechan’s hands travelled down from your arms to your waist, feeling every inch of your body.

“God, this dress does wonders on you” he said between the kiss, his kisses went down to your neck and you tilted your head to give him better access. 

“Hmm? I think I look better without it” you teased, lifting his chin to meet his eyes. His eyes went darker and you yelped when he flipped you around. 

“I bet you do”

With your face facing the wall, Haechan peppered your bare back with kisses and his hands reaching for your breast. A tiny moan escaped when he squeezed your left boob.

“No bra? How convenient” 

You gasped when you felt his hand in your inner thighs. He placed his thigh between your legs for support.

“Haech” you moaned his name when you felt something weird in your stomach when haechan traveled his hands up to your thighs. He hummed and continued to tease you

you whined and turned around, you badly want to feel him too. You placed your arms around his neck and kissed him. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs to his waist. 

Pumunta at umupo si Haechan sa couch without breaking the kiss. You’re now sitting on top of him kaya naman you smirked and rolled your hips. The unexpected friction made the both of you moan. Haechan slid his tongue inside of your mouth and placed his hands at your waist to press you harder to him as you grind on his lap. 

“Fuck baby” he moaned and threw his head back the you latched your lips to neck, leaving marks. You bit your lips when you felt his clothed member become hard as you grind your hips. Haechan grabbed your ass and lifted you up once again. 

This time he gently placed you on his bed and removed his shirt. Exposing his toned body, he smirked when he saw you staring at his body. 

“Like what you see?” Haechan said as he crawled between your legs. He tugged the hem of your dress and removed it. Haechan stared at you for a moment. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you sprawled in his bed, bare and pretty.

He gave you a sweet kiss and placed his forehead to yours, 

“Are you ready?”

You and Haechan shared each other’s warmth that you thought you didn’t need. Magkayakap at magkatabi kayo buong gabi.

Alas nwebe na ng umaga ng magising ka, pag bukas ng mga mata mo at agad sumalubong sayo ang sinag ng araw. You find yourself alone sa kama. Napaupo ka at tumungin ka sa paligid. 

“Hindi ko to kwarto” mahinang sabi mo sa sarili mo, napatigil ka naman sa pag unat ng mag sink in sayo kung nasaan ka at kung ano ang nangyari kagabi. 

Agad namang namula ang pisngi mo at nakaramdam ng kilig. Tangina ang aga aga

You reached out to your phone at nakita mong may iilan kang message from your friends. 

From: Joy

Gaga ka talaga, happy landi! Wag mong kakalimutan na you have class sa tanghali. 

From: Chi

Gm bestie <33 balita ko di ka daw umuwi. Edi sana all may dilig.

Tuluyan namang nagising ang diwa mo sa text ni Joy. Shit, you have anaphy class mamayang 11 pm at heto ka naka hilata pa din sa kama ni Haechan. Nag bihis ka at dahan dahan mong binuksan ang pinto palabas ng kwarto. 

Pag dating mo sa kusina ay agad na tumumbad sayo si Haechan na nakatalikod, Napangiti ka naman kasi you know you made the right decision nang makita mo siya nag luluto ng almusal. 

“Hey” mahinang bati mo sakanya. Napalingon naman si Haechan at ngumiti. Itinigil niya muna ang ginagawa niya at binigyan ka niya ng tubig. 

“Hey good morning, you good?” He said at hinalikan pisngi mo. 

“Medyo dry at masakit lang lalamunan ko but im okay” 

“You screamed my name non-stop kagabi, no wonder masakit lalamunan mo” he said with a smile. muntik mo na mabato sakanya ang baso

“Haechan! Ang aga aga” sigaw mo sa kanya at tinawanan ka lang niya. Pinaupo ka niya sa lamesa at nag almusal na kayo. The two of you talked about random things about each other hanggang sa biglang nagtanong si haechan

“So…why didn’t you called me?” Napatigil ka naman sa tanong niya. 

“Bakit? Hinihintay mo ba ako?”

“I did, so bakit nga?”

“Nahiya ako, and ano gusto mong bungad ko sayo? Hi Haechan it’s me yung naka momol mo sa pool” 

“Well tama naman?” He teasingly said.

“Shut up, andito na ako sa harapan mo okay” sabi mo at inirapan siya. 

After niyo kumain ay nag handa ka na umalis, you told him na may pasok ka today. 

“Hatid na kita”

“Nakakahiya, wag na”

“Baka malate ka if nag commute ka kaya tara na” Makakatanggi pa ba ako?

Bago ka pumunta ng school ay nagpadaan ka muna sa condo mo para kunin ang ibang libro and to your surprise nakasalubong niyo ni Haechan ang Mama mo. Naestatwa ka lang ng makita mo siya palabas ng elevator. Huminga ka ng malalim ng makita mong papalapit ang mama mo sainyo. 

“Sabi nila umalis ka daw sa- oh? Hijo!” Agad namang napansin ng mama mo si Haechan. Ngumiti si haechan at binati ang mama mo. 

“Hi po tita!” Masayang bati nito. Agad mo namang siniko si Haechan, hoping na tumahimik muna siya. 

“Ah ma-” naputol ang sasabihin mo nang nagsalita ulit mama mo. 

“Hijo magkakilala pala kayo ng anak ko, what a coincidence!” Haechan side eyed you bago sumagot. 

“Common friends po tita” he calmly said.

“I see pero bakit kayo magkasama ng anak ko ng ganito ka-aga?” Mama sorry huhuhu

“Mama ano kasi-”

“Nililigawan mo ba anak ko?” Deretchong sabi ng Mama mo nagulat ka naman dahil Haechan is definitely not courting you. Tinapik mo ang Mama mo at pinanlakihan mo ng mata

“Mama ano ba! hindi no magkai-”

“Kung papayagan niyo po ako ng anak niyo at syempre kung papayagan niyo din po ako tita. Manliligaw po ako”

End.

[onyourhyuck]

Dangerous Alliance. | l.hc (M) PT FIVE.

synopsis; bae sarang looks nothing special on the outside, has black thick glasses and wears her thick black hair in a raw clip. ‘typical nerd’ people would describe her. but when she goes back home bae sarang is a genius hacker with high level of IQ. one day, she ends up hacking into a mafia security breach. Boy, did she regret it because her life was about to change for the worse.

warnings; mafia au, hacker au, smut!! No minors, mature language, mention of bad health, angst is here, enemies to lovers, denial, slow slow slowww burn, bae sarang is a sarcastic bbg and we love that <333, sarang really doesn’t take shit from men LMAO, haechan is an ass, fighting scenes, action is a major genre here because mafia ayo. slight comedy to break the tension.

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The night seemed endless and never ending. In the bad kind of way, not the good romantic kind of way.

Sarang turns around on the bed, however unable to do that because she’s handcuffed to a specific wrist who’s body was resting his back against the bed frame. She hears a protesting growl, a strong force pulling the stubborn handcuffs.

“Yah I need to turn so i can sleep!” sarang said, seriously for a mafia he can’t pick lock the handcuffs or something?

She earned herself a deep glare in the darkness, even if it’s so dark her eyes couldn’t adjust to the hue; she can feel his dead staring daggers ready to pierce her.

“You’re not the only one uncomfortable here, so stay in that position.” Haechan cajoles forward as he tugs his own wrist back, Sarang flying over the edge of the bed, a soft groaning heard. “Ah fuck, can you at least be gentle i’m not a rag doll.”

the man dismissed her words, closing eyes as he pretends to go to sleep. Maybe that way he can forget that he’s handcuffed to a literal thief that stole from him. sarang sighs, seriously what was she expecting? Him to actually listen? Tchhh, not in a million years would he.

An upcoming silence took over the shabby, half beaten down— poverty hotel room. Still. Nothing peaking a sound. All that became known were a large engulfing darkness, with a man slumped over the edge of the bed on the dirty floor half naked with boxers on only. A metallic object starting to shine under the warm moonlight reflecting light blinding the annoyed eyes belonging to the mafia man. A slouched over girl resting on the side in discomfort on the bed this time, with a white robe wrapped around the nude body.

Everything felt suffocating to sarang, even though the room was empty, lifeless and still. But something was suffocating her, as if it had a dangerous grip around her neck ready to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze…until no air was able to come through to the body.

She blames it on Haechan’s presence itself.

The man was making sure Sarang was walking on eggshells, walking on bullets or knives no matter where she steps she will get confronted and yelled at for. She feels like her life was walking on thin ice and then thinner ice in the next second.

Sarang’s thoughts went wild when her body indicated a slight intolerance to water. ‘Fuck, I need to pee.’

How will she go to the toilet though? Sarang looks down at the handcuffs, mentally cursing it. Sarang let’s out a gentle ‘fuck’ into the air realising she can’t hold it anymore.

“I need to go to the toilet.” Sarang admits loudly awaiting a word from the man, at this point she’s ready to admit that god hates her and even god can’t help her out. How does she end up in these most…embarrassing situations?

Maybe she did something wrong in her last life, surely that must be it.

…

…

…

…

“Yah, Mr mafia.” Sarang spoke this time with stern warning, sitting up on the bed as she tugs the handcuffs to gather Haechan’s attention. “I need to pee!” Sarang complaints with a groan. She’s bursting, any second now she will willingly jump out the window or something.

Haechan groans in disbelief, he thought maybe if he blocks out Sarang’s existence he could live peacefully.

He was wrong.

“What does that have anything to do with me?” The tan man response with jibs, his laze tone laid on top of Sarang’s pleading tone now. “What do you mean? Stand up and walk with me to the toilet.”

Sarang spat as she stands up from the bed, her legs trailing to the small bathroom door on the side diagonally. Haechan not moving so Sarang was brought back roughly where she stood previously.

“No hold it in!”

“Are you crazy?!” Sarang shouts with her hand covering her lips, he did not JUST tell her to hold something she can’t control.

Haechan’s head leans back in stress, he’s never been so stressed and frustrated with someone or something this much in his life of 22 years living. And he’s a literal mafia who’s dealt with terrible and horrible people… Sarang was the worst one of them all.

“Okay I’ll pee right here then, that’s it. I cant hold it anymore.” Sarang said as he sees the woman fiddle with the hem of the robe, about to undress the body so she can do her Mother Nature business. Haechan stands up quickly, dragging Sarang to the bathroom without a spare of words.

“Do your business god dammit.” He tells, going inside the bathroom as he looks away, Sarang wasn’t expecting him to cooperate.

She looks around nervously , god why was this so humiliating? Looking down at the toilet and then back to the man who tried standing as far away as possible, not looking back at the girl.

“Why aren’t you doing anything yet?” He calls out. Sarang stuttering over the words as she sits on the toilet, looking down to the tile bathroom flooring.

Sarang gulping roughly. “Can you…not listen?”

Haechan caught on quickly, letting out a scoff. “Yah, just pee already-“

“I told you to not listen!” Sarang shouts with humiliation this time, watching Haechan flinch with slight sudden fear, he sighs out loud holding his ears shut. Well at least one ear.

The girl felt the entire body heat up all from this embarrassing, humiliating and ridiculous situation that has unfolded. The ears were bright red, her cheeks were rosey travelling up to the nose, her lips were bitten every-time Sarang felt the need to replay this damn forsaken memory.

This will haunt her forever.

Sarang would finish the business quickly as she flushed, turning to the sink where she pulls Haechan’s body accidentally, as she washed the hands deeply. The man gave a shy expression to Sarang when she turns around making eye contact to him.

She bit the bottom lip looking down. “I swear If you mention this to anyone.” Sarang mumbles coming out of the bathroom, Haechan following behind leisurely.

He slightly smirks. “Or what, will you cry?” He replied. Sarang gave him a huff where she crawls on the bed. She can’t even scream or hit the pillow without seeming effected or showing that she is bothered.

“I might actually.” Sarang admits openly with honesty. He sits on the edge of the bed, rolling eyes at the response. Seriously, the girl in his eyes is so sensitive. She should build a wall to protect herself.

The man licks the bottom lip thinking if he should say this, it might come off as comforting to her though. But his intention was to tell Sarang not to worry about this, she has other things to worry about. “Well don’t cry. I won’t speak of this situation ever. It’s embarrassing for me too Y’know. It won’t benefit me anything if i gossiped this around.” He falters as he spoke, he felt Sarang’s surprise from afar.

“Are you, perhaps comforting me?” Sarang hesitatingly and quietly said. Haechan turns to the roughed up girl with messy-ish hair, squinting eyes because she needs her glasses, a white large robe that doesn’t hug her slim fragile body well enough. His voice exclaims. “No! I’m just saying you shouldn’t worry about me spreading this around when it’s twice as embarrassing for me as it is for you.”

Sarang leans back humming. “I think you’re comforting me.”

Haechan gave her a sting eye, not only is she annoying and a smart ass, she’s now delusional! Great!

“You’re wrong.” He tells Sarang, the girl shaking her head. She’s more than confident he’s actually comforting her, surprisingly.

“You know..you saved me at the pool. Why?” Sarang murmurs, this has been on her mind a lot. Why did he save her? For what reason?

Haechan went quiet when the question came into view, the shirtless man swaying under the moonlight as his honey brown skin glows, Sarang admiring the beautiful pigment he has. The girl looks up, the mullet boy humming the response with a laid back casual tone.

“You’re a thief who stole from me, I should keep you alive and punish you right?” He remarks and Sarang’s lips part, eyeing the enteral man. “I didn’t steal—“

He looks back at her giving her a serious glare, Sarang stopping her sentence as she muffled the last words silently. “On purpose anyways..I didn’t steal on purpose.”

“That’s what they all say, girly.” Haechan motions forward where he yawns in his free unhand-cuffed wrist. Sarang watches the tired mad, yawning exactly right after him.

He lazily adds. “I’m going to bed, don’t try to pull anything, I will kill you.” He says as he shuffles right into the bedsheets like a tired baby who’s never sleep for a while. Sarang scoffs eyeing him.

“No need to threaten me im not planning to run away anytime soon.” She mutters out loud. “‘Not like I can do that anyways.” Her eyes fall to the metallic handcuffs restraints, her body slowly fell into a tired state.

Maybe I should sleep too, Sarang thought to herself before falling next to the deep sleeping man, her eyes staring at the boring white shabby broken cracks wall, those eyelids slowly fell down.

Pulling Sarang into a heavenly bliss of dreamland.

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“please refer from translating, copyrighting and plagiarising my work, thank you!”

╰─▸ ❝ @onyourhyuck has. . . . logged off.

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆꧑ᥱ t᥆ Dangerous Alliance.꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I'm not crying, partly because funny and or wild things kept happening, but my nose is running a bit lol xd it is from allergies though xD

Yk what we're gonna deal with my emotions in a second xD right now I'm just gonna try and focus on the episode lol

Lol the curbs being too high xD

"I know why my sorority sisters hate me" LOL but also go off Ava on the part after that xD

She's too like modern and rebellious or whatever

Yeeahh :'((

SLFKGKDS JESUS CAN APPRECIATE EXTRA HOLES-

Awww and she's friends with them 😭😭😭😭💔❤️❤️ yeah :'))

I get that honestly

Awww honey 😭😭

:'O Ava!!

There's some other reason though lol

Ahh the money xD

YES :D GO OFF BARBARA :D :))!!

LOL Ava xD whatever it works

Do we get to see Jacob again 🥺

I mean it'll hurt me but yk

Awww honey 😭😭😭😭❤️💔

Yeah he looks r o u g h o.o xd xDD

I can't place what it is lol but good job because he looks it xD

Yk it must look wild to see me devolve into denial and madness throughout this liveblog for those who have already seen it

. . . Sorry guys xd hope you appreciate my pain

I'm gonna have to watch so many (as many as there are lol) reactions to this 😭 to get that bit of comfort I might be giving some of y'all lol

SLFKGJDKDJKS honestly fits I'm not even gonna lie to you

Him being vengeful xD

OPE that might be a bit of why he looks like a mess o.o xD

His students watching him fall apart in real time like 👁️👄👁️ ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

XD

Aww honey xdd

Oogh okay yeah so heee's not moving out you are xd

:O is he gonna live with Gregory

Y'all oh my gosh that would be wild-

The story opportunities would be there for adjusting to each other o.o 👀

It would be cool :O :D though honestly I'm not sure I could take that xD. Too much sadness and embarrassment around each other lol.

It already is with an f

PVITJAUCNALAJEHSINHD NEVERMIND I GET IT

Gregory's face helped with that xd

Mr. Johnson 💀

XDD

Mr. Johnson now is not the time xD

Aww Gregory I don't think it'll help much but him trying 😭😭😭😭💔❤️❤️

Aww yeah it'll work :')) was sacred Jacob would refuse xd

LOL take somebody's eye out xD

Aww inviting Janine :)

What did Zach usually do that xd

SLFKGHDKDS

OH RIGHT LOL (that's what the keysmash is about lol)

This lady xD

Girl must be so confused xD

Aww honey xdd

XDD Janine lol

Poor sub xd I mean hopefully they do lol

Aww or missing Janine :')

Awww being home alone :'((

If I get Melissa Jacob bonding over this I would not complain 👀

About the bonding I mean I would still about the breakup lol

Anyway xD

Aww Janine yeah :D

May e not quite like that but xD

Nah okay lol

I mean it might be and she's just saying it's not xd lol

Ayy Barbara :DD!!

I don't think it did but xdd

Nope xd :'//

I'm sorry Barbara that sucks :((

I bet Ava helped out though :D

Or will :)

LOL xD the all the same bit

Nahh Ava interfered didn't she xD

SKFJDKS yep

AWWWW stop that's so sweet :'OO :'DD

Oh my gosh 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

YEAHH GO BARBARA :'DDD

Ooh this is a bop :o :D!

AWWWW YEAHH SLAYYY :'DDD

Melissa looking so proud :'))

Jacob is also going through it so hey hopefully it helps him a bit too xdd

I'm glad to see him and Janine sitting next to each other

AYY BARBARA SING ITTT

GO OFF GIRL :DD

AYY XD MR. JOHNSON LOL

WHAT???!?!!?

AYO MR. JOHNSON WHAT???!

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT XDDD???!!?!

Wild lol was NOT expecting that it took me out 💀

Aww the kids dancing :D

Awww Jacob and Janine dancing :DD :))

SLFKGHDKD STUCK TO ONE SONG XDDD

Lol her whole discography xD

"This is a public school!" SLFKGHDKS XDD YEAH LOL that's what I was thinking a bit too a minute ago xD

Lol they all look so done xD

Not the whistle notes lesson 💀

Okay just to get her to sing a song again lol?

ASLFKGHSKALS NOPE LOL

Iconic love that Ava xDD

Okay she's fine and doing to with grace lol love that for her xD

Well that was a slay ending xDD

Anyway I did not deserve that though :)) about the episode overall :)) honestly I'm still in denial xdd

Anyway! Great episode lol loves it, also hate it with a burning passion xD. Some really funny moments though :D. More on the review side of things in a second (or maybe tomorrow because my hands and brain are very tired lol).

Love y'all!!

[pantherastevens]

Sorpresa: Baller

Welcome to Part Two of Sorpresa (Surprise)!

Part One

Just FYI for those reading, Parts 1-3 are meant to read together (since this is when all happening in one day) but Parts 4 and 5 happen at later points in time.

Warnings: Cat-calling, cursing (a lot), blood (not a lot) (if you guys notice anything I missed, please let me know)

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Summary: Miles vaguely understood that his girlfriend was a bit of a wild card. Quiet people tend to be like that. But it never fails to surprise him how often she could pull off such a thing.

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Miles was on Cloud 9. He was out with the most beautiful girl in all of Brooklyn on his arm, happily eating the ice cream he bought her as they shared headphones. The pair walked aimlessly around the safer parts of the city as they sang and chatted.

They were talking about properly introducing the girl to his uncle and mother as his girlfriend as they passed a basketball court filled with dudes hooping. Some were younger, others were around their age and went to their school, and a few older ones. A few guys had their shirts off as they played.

Panthera didn't spare them a glance, too happily fixated on her boyfriend.

Too bad a good amount of guys noticed her instead.

A few dudes around their age and older stopped playing, catching sight of the pretty girl passing by.

"Ayo, baby girl! Come ova here for a sec!"

"Hey, sweet thing, lemma holla at you for a second..."

"Yo ma, ditch that lame and come talk to a real nigga!"

"Damn princess, where have you been all my life..."

Miles couldn't help but give those guys the evil eye for all the catcalling they were doing TO HIS GIRL as if he wasn't standing RIGHT THERE.

It wasn't until one particular bold-ass nigga opened his mouth and yelled out,

"Hey, ma, you got a father? ...Want a daddy?" Miles damn near broke his neck to see who the fuck said that. His eyes met a pair of mischievous brown ones. The guy who called out looked to be about 21. He was much taller than Miles, say around 6'3 or so. He had a short curly afro with a full beard. Square-cut diamonds hung from his ears with an iced Cuban chain around his neck. His shirt was absent, revealing a glistening broad chest and a six-pack. Tattoos decorated his chest and right arm.

The dude was good-looking and seemed determined to get Panthera's attention, which was yet to be won. However, he got it. Panthera turned with a raised brow to find the older male staring at her with a grin.

"What's up, beautiful? The name's Jerome. What's yours?" Miles seethed.

"None of your damn business," Miles interjected, pulling Panthera closer to him. Jerome flashed him a brief annoyed glance before refocusing on the girl.

"Aye, ma. That scrawny little boy your boyfriend or something?" Miles opened his mouth to cuss the man out in Spanish, but Panthera answered instead.

"Yes, he is, and what about it?" Miles looked to find a blank expression on her face, but he could spy the hint of annoyance in her eyes. Jerome approached the pair, towering over both of them.

"Awww, c'mon, baby girl. You can do so much better than him," he said, biting his lip as he got a good look at Panthera in her outfit. Panthera scanned Jerome from head to toe before returning to his eyes. The older man would normally see a spark of lust or interest whenever a female could look at all of him, but he saw nothing in the girl's dark eyes.

"As far as I'm concerned, I already have the best. I'm good, love, enjoy." Silence.

Jerome stared at Panthera as if she had grown three heads. The man had never had a girl reject him so casually before. Especially over a nigga who looked like he was built like a toothpick.

Said toothpick had the nerve to laugh along with some dudes who were paying attention to the three of them.

'Ahh hell nah...'

"Something funny, bro," Jerome asked roughly, glaring at Miles, who was wiping tears from his eyes.

"Hell yeah, something's funny. Yo face when my girl told you 'no'," Miles snickered. Panthera smiled a little at her amused boyfriend. Only for it to flip into a frown when Jerome got in Miles' face with a sneer.

"You know what else would be funny? Me owning yo ass on the court and having yo girl see what a lame you really are. You think you hot shit? Play me right now." Miles looked at Jerome a bit cross-eyed as the man got up in his face.

The Afro-Latino did his best not to sweat under the man's angry gaze. Miles could hoop a little, but he wasn't all that. He'd seen Jerome play a little bit before he wanted to be outta pocket and flirt with his girlfriend.

Jerome could easily whoop his ass on the court.

"I-"

"Play me." The two males turned to find Panthera staring at Jerome dead in his eyes. Jerome let a chuckle before letting out a full-blown laugh.

"Wow nigga, you really gonna let yo girl-"

"Thula wena sibhanxa! You must think you Trey Songz or some shit. You might be "Mr. Steal Yo Girl" or a "Panty Droppa" for every other female that may pass you by, but you ain't getting me playboy. And since you in your feelings because I told you no, you wanna come after my man?" Panthera let out an unnatural laugh before stepping up into Jerome's space. The man fought the urge to step back when he saw the inferno dancing in those eyes.

"Not on my watch, motherfucker. You want my fucking attention? Well, now you have it. Play me. Unless you mean to tell me yo bitch ass is scared," Panthera said lowly, a few knuckles popping due to her tight fists. Miles stared at her wide-eyed and with a soft blush.

'No one really has defended me like this before...'

Jerome swallowed before squaring his shoulders.

"Aight ma, bet," he said, trying to hold firm as he turned on his heel and walked back to the court. The dudes watching were whispering amongst themselves, shocked and eager to see how this would play out.

"Mamí, you don't have to do this," Miles whispered as he watched Panthera take off her bracelets, necklace, and sandals to place in her mini book bag. He watched as her lips spread in an affectionate smile. Her small hands cupped his face, bringing him down to her level.

"Nope, I absolutely do. Don't worry, querido. All I need you to do is hold my bag and sandals while I take this nigga to cleaners, m'kay," she said sweetly, pecking his lips. Miles nodded mutely as he held the bag and followed her to the court to stand on the sidelines.

Miles watched as the guys evacuated the court, leaving Panthera and Jerome on the court. The boy couldn't help but to feel a bit nervous. The size difference between the two was massive. God, he hoped she didn't get hurt because of this.

"First person to score at least 10 points wins. Sound fair, ma," Jerome asked. Panthera was in the middle of cracking her knuckles and neck. Miles cringed as he could hear the sound from where he stood.

'I'm gonna make sure she gets a massage and maybe a new pedicure when this is all over...' he thought as he eyed her bare feet.

"The name's Panthera, and fine by me," she grunted. Jerome narrowed his eyes as he checked the ball to her.

"Ball's in," he said as he got the ball back.

And so it has begun.

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Five minutes in, Miles was sure he was in the middle of a fever dream. Because ain't no way he was seeing this.

The score was 7 to 5. And Panthera was winning.

Like Miles, all the boys, even Jerome, were shocked at the revelation.

Panthera was fast. Her size made it easy to get around Jerome's bulging form. Her range was impressive, knocking down a three-pointer as Jerome flew by her after she faked him out. She had the stamina to keep up with the man, and, despite her height, she had bunnies. Miles never thought he would see a 5'5 pretty girl manage to jump high enough to block a 6'3 grown man.

'Damn, what was her dad feeding this girl? That shouldn't be possible...'

At some point, Miles pulled out his phone to record his girl. At some point, Miles became a bit of a cheerleader for her whenever she managed to knock down a shot.

"OOOOOOOO, YEAH! THAT'S MY LIL BABY RIGHT THERE," he cheered as Panthera spun around Jerome, who attempted to block her from the basket. The girl smirked as she made an easy layup. Jerome looked angry and flustered.

"That's what? 9 to 5, right? C'mon baby boy, impress me," she teased. Jerome narrowed his eyes at her, not willing to accept defeat. Jerome flew down the court with Panthera hot on his heels. Unfortunately, she was a few steps behind as Jerome made an easy jump shot. The girl released a soft tsk before getting the ball and made her down the court. However, she didn't get far, as Jerome stole the ball from her while subtly tripping her and making an easy dunk.

"Panthera!" The girl's dark eyes met her boyfriend's worried tawny ones. A shadow covered her, forcing her gaze on the smug bastard towering over her.

"Score's 9 to 9, baby girl. Better make it count," Jerome said with a smirk. The girl bared her teeth in anger, standing to her feet. Panthera swallowed back a wince as she felt her knee throb. The faint sensation of blood trickling down her leg registered in her mind, but it didn't deter her from wanting to embarrass the man in front of her.

"Oh, trust and believe I got yo ass, motherfucker. Check the ball," she hissed. Jerome gave a casual shrug, doing what he was told. The girl made her way from the other side of the court to just outside the three-point line. Panthera's thunderous glare didn't waver as she eyed the man guarding her, searching for an opening.

'...There!' Finding her opportunity, the girl darted forward. Miles watched with bated breath as Panthera jumped high over Jerome. The older man tried to use his body to block her, only for Panthera to use her knees to knock the man on his ass as she viscously dunked on him, swinging from the rim with surprising strength, biceps bulging as the girl did a few pull-ups before dropping down.

The whole courtside lost their mind, but the girl didn't hear it as she stood over the man.

Her dark eyes meet Jerome's brown eyes.

"That's game, playa," she said with a dangerous smirk as she turned on her heel to her stunned boyfriend. Not paying any mind to the seething man left on the court.

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Dedicated to @444morales 💜💜💜

Translations:

-Spanish-

Querido : Darling

-???-

Thula wena sibhanxa! : Shut up you idiot!

[klecrone]

Today marks the two year anniversary of when I began writing a Marvel fanfic because there were "a few" cracks in canon that I was compelled to flesh out.

Now, it's somehow over 700k words, and includes over 60 illustrations from myself (seen here) and other talented artists (which you can see individually linked on my page).

It's tricky for me to put into words how this project has impacted me. As a writer: It's helped me grow and redefine my writing & editing habits to be more sustainable.

As an artist: I had no intention of doing a single illustration for this story, but along the way it prompted me to challenge myself with subject matter well outside of my comfort zone. In doing so, I pushed myself and redefined my own expectations of what I was capable of.

Socially? Fandom is an interesting, diverse space, and I find myself incredibly thankful for the friends I've made that I wouldn't have bumped into otherwise, and the artists, writers, readers, and enthusiasts who have made it such a fun space to share, not to mention those that have contributed directly to this story too! I'm so incredibly thankful to everyone. ❤

And Happy Birthday to this wild ride that has been "Winter of the White Wolf." I'd have it no other way. :)

Read "Winter of the White Wolf" on Ao3

Story Category: Gen

Primary Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson, Ayo, Shuri, The Winter Soldier, Yama (Dora Milaje), Nomble (Dora Milaje), King T'Challa, Okoye, Steve Rogers, Redwing Rating: T - For Canon-Typical Language and Violence Genres: Friendship, Banter, Humor, Found Family, Angst, Drama, Adventure Timeframe: The main story takes place between the events of "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier" and "Wakanda Forever," but there are a wide variety of juicy flashbacks too. Summary:

Picking up soon after the events of the series, this story explores the bonds of friendship, the aftermath of betrayal, and includes a lively mix of banter, action, angst, and globe-trotting adventure, as well as a deep-dive into just what happened during Bucky's two years in Wakanda.

When news of a series of high-profile murders sparks international interest, Bucky and Sam find themselves undercover to investigate a lead that could place it as the work of an unknown assailant who might be a part of the “Big Four.”

While Bucky would prefer to believe that his time as the Winter Soldier is long behind him, strange dreams and the shadows of missing memories prompt him to realize that their elusive secrets may be the only thing standing between them and another HYDRA operation of unknown ends.

But to move forward, Bucky will need to navigate the complex question of where the Winter Soldier ends and the White Wolf begins…

[crispin-kreme]

tot boys as the big 4 univs here in the philippines

note: OK- random thought and i need to write this out so filo post coming up ahead (i start school like in two weeks idk but im moving out so ehe) just my thoughts on where the tears of themis boys would end up in the big 4 schools ehe lets gaur

luke pearce ; university of the philippines (up/unibersidad ng pilipinas)

- for someone as smart as him, he deserves a spot in up

- iskolar ng bayan 😍

- probs graduated with latin honors or what

- whatever he's smart as fuck so he deserves staying in up

- katips or pop up dude ! i think he isnt wild naman sa mga bars near the uni but i think he would visit it just for fun

- unibersidad ng pilipinas ❤️

artem wing - ateneo (admu/ateneo de manila university)

- he probably took his pre law sa la salle or sum shit

- but im pretty sure he'd still stay in ateneo

- like he probably went to san beda for law school

- ateneo is pretty well known for law too ig ig so he PROBABLY did stay in ateneo

- admu one big fight 🦅💙

vyn ritcher- university of santo tomas (ust)

- BROS A DOCTOR WHAT DID U EXPECT

- sya siguro hinahanap ko pag nagpunta ako main bldg 🤗

- he's a faculty of medicine and surgery bitch

- probably took up a faculty of science course as his pre med (duh)

- not the type of dude who would go to katips/pop up

- di ghoster toh siguro

- go uste! 🐯

marius von hagen- de la salle university (dlsu) or benilde (art school in la salle)

- BGC BOY AYO PARE

- took up a business course fr! probably is part of the school of economics

- BUT most likely he went to benilde too i guess

- wears uniqlo every day cguro omg

- sya yung nakikipag away siguro sa katips tas aawatin ni luke

- animo la salle! 🏹💚