#which leads her dates to thinking that she's cold and uninterested

[enthusiastic-nimrod]

Just watched this drawfee episode and I was really charmed by their approach to “Lady Obsessors Unkissed”, so I thought I’d take the name and come up with a fake comic cover. 

Meet Louise and Luanne, some twenty-somethings who decided to start going out as a way to practice their dating skills. Of course, this is totally professional fake dating! There’s no way they’d end up catching actual feelings!... right?

[nessinborderland]

The Games We Play

Pairing: Niragi x Reader x Chishiya

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: You have been playing with them for long enough. They want to win the game.

Warnings: Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Dubious Consent, Double Penetration, Threesome - F/M/M, Voyeurism, Shower Sex, Overstimulation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Creampie, Cum Eating, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Notes: One-shot based on these two submissions:

Anonymous said: okay so first I love your imagines sm!!! your writing its so good and second I was wondering if u could do a chishiya x niragi × brat reader plsss😳👉🏻👈🏻 

Anonymous said: Do you think that you could maybe write something where fem!reader keeps rejecting Niragi and Chishiya (bc she's playing hard to get and likes watching them compete for her) and Niragi and Chishiya find out and corner her, which leads to a steamy threesome shdhfhgkYou don't have to write it if you don't want to! You're doing amazing and I love love loooove your writing! Keep up the great work, and remember to take care of yourself too!! 💜💜

Is this any good? No idea, you let me know ahaha.

You always liked the attention people give you. Men, women, or in between, you have a way to draw people to you. You don't even do it on purpose; it just happens. There is always someone wanting to sleep with you, or take you on a date, or introduce you to their parents. But you don't want any of that. You just like the attention, to see people competing for your affection. It makes you feel desired. It makes you feel important.

You love it; you crave it.

It's no different when you find yourself in the Borderlands and at the Beach. People still try to get your attention. Some had even tried to take you against your will, more than once. But you know what you're doing; you are prepared for that kind of thing. It also helps that someone always has your back.

More specifically: two men. Men that you are more than just interested in. You had caught their attention too, right in the first few days of you being there. And, just like the others, you played with them. You acted interested in one moment, uninterested the next.

They are so different but so alike at the same time; two sides of the same coin. One is darkness, the other is light; one is fire, the other is ice; one lures you in with seduction, the other with mystery. Both beautiful, both dangerous.

You want them; you really really do. But you also love playing games. And oh, you play them well. It's so much fun, seeing them compete for you. They are both too proud to do something that will downright demonstrate their interest in you, but you know. You always know.

When Niragi passed you by the pool, eyes lingering on your body like a starved wolf, you could tell. When everybody else seemed afraid to get close to you, you knew that was his doing. When he approached you at the club, hands on your hips and pierced tongue on your neck, that was a sign clear as day. He wants you as much as you want him. 

Things hadn’t been that different with Chishiya. The way he talked to you, silver tongue ready to manipulate you, whispering sweet things in your ear as his fingers brushed against your naked arm; you knew what he wanted then. When he showed off at games, using his intelligence to win; you knew he wasn’t just trying to win the game. 

But, like so many others before them, you pushed them away and faked disinterest. 

You want to see where you can push them. It's mostly curiosity on your part; will they give up? Snap? Fight each other to death? You are dying to know.

And it seems like you are getting your answer tonight.

“Good evening, gentleman,” you greet them as you close your bedroom door. You weren’t expecting them, but you also can’t say you are fully surprised. “I think you’re in the wrong room.” 

You just observe them when neither of them says a word. Niragi is leaning against a wall, arms crossed as he looks at you with fire in his eyes; if lust, anger, or a mix of both, you can’t tell. Chishiya sits at the end of your bed, leaning back on his hands as he also gazes at you. He was always a hard man to read; tonight is no different. 

You should be afraid; you should. But there is no reason to be when this is pretty close to what you desire. When they keep quiet, you go around your room as if they aren’t there. You ignore them, as you so masterfully do in every other situation. You can feel their eyes on you, burning the skin as you make your way to the bathroom, leaving the door open. You can hear footsteps as Niragi gets closer. 

“Niragi, be a dear and get me my towel, yes?” you ask in a soft tone, turning your back to him as you slowly start to undress. You look over your shoulder when he just stands there, leaning against the threshold as his eyes take in your curves. “See something you like?”

“Plenty…” is all he says, pierced tongue showing in between his teeth to lick his bottom lip. Chishiya chooses that moment to appear, your towel in hand. You smile at him as you take the cloth, making sure your fingers brush against his. 

“Ah, thank you, handsome,” you say, lips widening in a soft smile in his direction. He smirks in response, eyes glued to your naked chest as he stands there next to Niragi. You turn around and get into the shower box, turning on the faucet. You gasp as the cold water hits your warm skin, exaggerating your reaction for them. 

You wonder how much longer they will control themselves. You can feel yourself getting wet from anticipation, and you brush your thighs together without even realizing it. You control the want to look over your shoulder, wondering what is taking them so long. You can hear their murmurs as they speak between them, the stream of water falling on your head making it hard for you to distinguish words. 

Then you feel warm hands on your hips, soft but firm. 

“You know, kitten,” Niragi’s voice on your ear is mistakenly sweet, like bitter chocolate. You don’t mind a little bitterness. “I think you have been playing with us for way too long…” His hands go up to cup your breasts, large palms pushing them up. You’re forced to bump against his chest, a shiver running down your spine when you feel his naked skin against yours. His hard erection brushes against your ass, making you gasp. He laughs, “I wanted to do things my way, but Chishiya here had a plan I just couldn’t resist. So here we are.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say in a confused tone. You turn around to face him, glancing at Chishiya, still by the door, “What do you mean I’ve been playing with you?” you turn your head to the side, giving them your best impression of puppy-eyes. Now is Chishiya’s time to laugh.

“Oh, you’re infuriatingly beautiful,” he says without a change of expression. “We know what your game is. Honestly, it took me some time to understand exactly what your moves were, but I know I can win now. We can win now.”

“It never crossed my mind that you liked to share,” you let your mask fall, and Chishiya’s smirk grows wider. “C’mon, you can’t blame a girl for being curious. I get bored easily.” Niragi huffs out a laugh, giving you a light spank to your backside.

“Something tells me we’re gonna have a lot of fun together,” he says in your ear, before turning you completely towards Chishiya. “I’m sure you don’t mind that I fuck her first, do you?” 

“Nah, I like to watch.” is Chishiya’s shrugged response, “Just don’t tire her too much; I have some plans for her too.”

Your hand snaps to grab Niragi’s hair, and you pull a strand as you force his head down. “I think you’re being way too confident,” you say against his cheek. “I haven’t given any of you my consent.” his hands proceed to grab your neck, pressuring just enough to make you want to cough.

“Fortunately for me,” he starts, “I didn’t ask for your consent.” you yelp as he forces your head to the side, licking your wet skin from chest to ear. He hums in approval, “Your skin tastes good,” the hand still on your chest slides down your belly to the apex of your thighs, “I wonder what more of you is sweet…”

Your body shivers and you close your eyes as he starts fingering you under the hot stream of water. Your shivers don’t come from fear but pleasure, as you try to contain your moans to not give them the satisfaction. This is your game, after all. Niragi’s fingers are long and slim inside you, two digits thrusting in and out as his thumb plays with your clit. He rubs against you from behind, cock nestled between your ass cheeks as he tries to get some friction. His other hand lifts your thigh off the ground, giving Chishiya a nice view of your stuffed pussy.

“Add another one,” Chishiya’s words make you open your eyes. You moan as you take in his state of undress, fisting his engorged cock as he watches you through half-lidded eyes. You clench around Niragi’s fingers, making him chuckle.

“Fuck that, I think she’s ready for something bigger,” he says as he pushes you against the shower wall. He shoves himself inside you with a grunt, and you whimper at the stretching sensation. “Do you like that, you little slut?” Niragi asks with a bite to your earlobe as he makes you take his cock inch by inch.

“I– I’ve had bigger,” is all you manage to say. Your words clearly affect him. He tilts your hips further up and – with so much force that you scream – fills you to the brim with a slap of his pelvis against your ass. You can faintly hear Chishiya say something, but you’re too focused on the pleasure and pain at your core as Niragi starts to move, stretching you further with each thrust. You’re moaning freely not long after, slowly sliding down the shower wall as you try not to lose your balance, your orgasm so close to making you fall apart. Niragi’s hands keep you up as he uses you, fucking you relentlessly as he grunts filthy things in your ear; things that only make you clench harder around him. 

“That’s it, kitten…” his words are followed by a firm thrust, making you whine. He takes that opportunity to put two fingers inside your mouth, pressuring your tongue in a clear order to suck on them. You suck on his digits the best you can, faintly tasting yourself as those same fingers were inside your cunt not long ago. He moans then, and you can feel him close to orgasm. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, you’ll be leaking with my cum for days,” you clench around him again and he chuckles, his thrusts getting more erratic and his grip tighter on your flesh, “No one will want to fuck you then, except me–”

“– And me,” Chishiya says in a deep voice. You look to the side to see him still stroking himself, long, slow gestures as beads of precum glow on the tip. You moan further around Niragi’s fingers, imagining that it's Chishiya’s thick cock instead. The pressure in your core grows, but never enough for you to come. You grunt in frustration, and Chishiya lets out a huffed laugh. “You should let her come, she’s getting desperate.”

“She can come after I fill her up,” Niragi answers with a hard slap to your ass. You jolt forward with a yelp, but he ignores you as he keeps impaling you on his cock. “Shit, I’m so close…” his mouth goes to your shoulder, and you feel his teeth on your skin.

“N– no,” you faintly say, pushing your hips against his in a pathetic attempt of shoving him off of you, “Not inside, get off.” He ignores your words, and you feel warmth in your core as he comes right after, fucking you through his orgasm as you milk him dry. You whimper when he pulls out, feeling immediately when his cum oozes out of you and starts sliding down your thighs. You keep your forehead pressed against the shower wall, regaining your breath as your legs shake. 

You feel sore, but you also feel electrified. You want more, and you know you’ll get it. You gasp when Niragi abruptly pulls you into a kiss, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip and tongue pressing against the back of your throat before he lets you go.

“She’s all yours,” he says to Chishiya before sliding out of the shower and drying himself on your towel. You just look at the other man, waiting for him to make the first move. Niragi sends you a look before approaching you again and involving you in your towel. He passes by Chishiya, dropping you on the bed before laying beside you, back against the headboard and arms crossed behind his head. “Let’s go, I don’t have all night.”

Chishiya gets closer, steps slow but determined. His eyes remind you of a cat on a hunt. It only makes the fire in your core come back ten times stronger. You keep your gaze locked on him as he gets closer, stopping by the foot of the bed before glancing at Niragi.

“Are you just going to watch?” he asks, mattress sinking under his weight as he gets on the bed. “Or you want to join?” his words make you clench around nothing, a moan escaping your lips as you imagine all the things they can do to you; at the same time. Both men snicker at your reaction, and Niragi promptly pulls you against his chest.

“Let’s see what you have in mind for her, first,” he says with a squeeze to your tit, “But I wouldn’t mind making her beg.”

“Good luck making me beg for anything,” you retort, a smirk playing on your lips.

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Chishiya says as he gets closer, hand sliding up your leg. His touch makes you shiver, and his next words make you whimper, “Keep her wide open for me. Let’s see how long it takes until she’s begging.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” you repeat his words back to him. He smirks, exchanging a look with the man behind you. You gasp when Niragi grips your thighs, folding them against your body. Your pussy is in full view now, open and glistening with your mixed cum. Chishiya licks his lips as he sets himself in-between your legs, hot breath tickling your swollen clit. You gaze at him through half-lidded eyes, expecting the moment when he finally touches you with his lips.

His fingers touch you instead, going up your slit as he gathers the cum from your skin. You just look, entranced as he licks his fingers clean with a hmm of approval. You moan at the sight at the same time Niragi grunts behind you, whispering out a curse before you feel him grind on you. 

Chishiya is back at your cunt, and this time wastes no time in latching his lips on your clit, making you arch your back with a whine. You try to close your thighs on a reflex, but Niragi’s strong hands stop you from doing it, pressing your legs further against your body. So you just hear yourself get louder as Chishiya works wonders on your pussy, either by sucking on you or fucking you with his tongue. The slurping noises as he eats you out only make it worse, and you can’t control yourself from fisting his hair, forcing his face further against your pussy as you move your hips in unison with his licks. The man behind you fills your neck with licks and bites, telling you in detail of his plans to fuck you in every room of the Beach, as he grinds on your ass. Fuck, you want him inside you. This is all too much. You desperately want to come.

“Don’t stop,” you cry out after a particularly good flick of Chishiya’s tongue against your sensitive bud. Your legs shake, and your core burns from the impending orgasm, so close but not close enough, “Don’t you dare stop, I’m so close…”

He stops. Of course he does. You let out a frustrated whine as he pulls away from you with a last lick to your folds. He licks his glistening lips with a satisfied grin, before grabbing you by the chin, pressing his lips to yours in a strangely soft kiss. He hums before looking at Niragi with a raised brow.

“Did that sound like begging to you?” he asks in a fake inquisitional tone. 

“No, it did not.” Niragi laughs, shaking his head, “Guess we’ll have to give it to her harder.”

“I would like to see you try,” is all you say before grabbing Chishiya by the shoulders and pushing him down on the bed, straddling his hips. You both moan as you swiftly impale yourself on his shaft, moving your hips as he starts bucking into you. His hands go to your hips, keeping you at his desired pace. You throw your head back, feeling him inside you as he pleasurably touches your g-spot with each thrust. You’re about to slide your hand down to your clit – desperate to ease that hot pressure within you – when a hand stops you.

“Nobody said you could touch yourself, kitten,” Niragi says in your ear, hand sliding up your back. You yelp when he pushes you against Chishiya’s chest, his other hand tilting your hips up. The man beneath you keeps fucking you as if nothing happened, eyes locked on the man behind you. You gasp when you feel Niragi’s fingers over your asshole, realizing what his plan is a little too late. You jolt forward with a cry when you feel one of his fingers penetrate your tight ring, carefully at first until he tries to push in another. You freeze for a moment at the sensation of fullness, and you wonder if you can take more of him. 

“Relax, honey,” Chishiya says as he slows down his thrusts, hand raising to cradle your face as you moan from both discomfort and pleasure, “Focus on me.” you do as he says, relaxing your lower muscles until all you can feel in the amazing sensations they provide inside both your holes. 

That doesn’t stop you from crying out when Niragi starts penetrating your tight hole with his cock, inch by inch until he’s fully inside. You keep your mouth open in a constant moan as they both start to fuck you. You have never felt so full in your life. So unbelievably, deliciously stretched. You can barely think, letting them use your body as they see fit. You’re beyond caring, feeling your orgasm closer and closer, as they touch every spot inside you that makes you moan, cry and whine at each thrust. Your pleads to come are nothing but mumbled words that neither of them seems to hear. It’s exhilarating.

“Please– please,” is all you manage to say.

“Please what, kitten?” Niragi says with a grunt, followed by a hard spank to your ass. That makes you clench around them both, only making them fasten their thrusts. You shake your head, burying your face on Chishiya’s neck.

“All you have to do is ask us nicely, honey,” he says with a kiss to your temple. You weakly shake your head, biting your lips in a failed attempt to keep quiet. They should be the ones begging, not you.

But you can’t. Not when you feel so full, so stretched by those two men. You should’ve fucked them a long time ago, have you in control. But like this, with both teaming up to make a mess of your mind and body, it’s impossible. 

Someone’s fingers flick against your clit, and you whine in response to the touch, pushing your hips as best you can against those fingers. Mission close to impossible when there are two cocks inside you, their bodies keeping you trapped and practically unable to move. So you allow yourself to be as vocal as you want. Then the touch stops. Then it proceeds again, just to stop once more. You feel like crying. This is too much.

“Please– please let me come, please!” you finally say the words they want to hear. The hand on your clit fastens and so do their thrusts. Yes, just like that. You come so hard your scream in ecstasy, sparks of white blurring your vision as your body spasms, pussy clenching in a vice grip around their cocks. You let yourself relax, too tired and blind by your orgasm to move.

You feel when Niragi comes right after, hips slapping against your ass as he fills you up with his cum for the second time that night. He keeps rocking against you before he stays still and pulls out from your hole. You whine at the emptiness he leaves behind, his cum already sliding out of you. Chishiya is next, rolling you on your back as he comes in you, stuffing your already filled pussy with even more cum.

You’re a panting mess as he too pulls out before laying down beside you. You don’t have the strength to close your legs, too sore and sensitive to even give it much thought. Your eyes flutter close as you try to calm down your heartbeat. All you want now is a hot bath and a long nap.

“Ready for round two?” you hear Chishiya’s panting question. That makes you open your eyes, staring at the men on each side of you. They both look satisfied, Niragi is back to leaning against the headboard as Chishiya stares at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Nah, she’s all yours,” is Niragi’s tired answer. “I’ll just watch this time.” Chishiya’s smirk widens.

“More for me then,” he says before covering your body with his. You gasp, surprised by his advances. What can he possibly be planning? You don’t think you have it in you for more. He notices your expression, before leaning to kiss your breast, hand sliding down your body with feathery touches. “I told you I was going to make you beg,” his eyes are locked on you as he goes down your body. He stops by your mound, pressing a kiss to your clit, making you gasp from oversensitivity. “You begged me to come...now you will beg me to stop.”

[jisungsmochi]

rest your love - lee haechan

don’t worry!! i didn’t forget about this series hehe,, i personally really liked this one!! i’m probably going to try and write more often!

anyways pls enjoy,, i’ll link my masterlist for the other parts of this series (nct dream as ‘the vamps’ songs)

word count: 2.2k 

summary: “when the world gets loud, baby you can rest your love on me”

haechan never understood why people liked to be chased. he thought that all he needed to do was ask someone out and boom, a beautiful relationship. until he befriends you, and learns that sometimes people just need a shoulder to lean on, before they can rest their love on someone.

//

I see you move, so I do understand

Why you get attention?

I hear you talk, but I don't comprehend

Why I get no mention?

“it’s physically impossible to dislike me, i’m just a catch” haechan brags while walking to his first college class, his friends, renjun and jaemin trailing behind him.

“just because everyone liked you in high school, doesn’t mean people will in college. it’s a completely different ball game” renjun rolled his eyes at how overly optimistic and delusional his friend was being.

“ah let him live, he’ll find out soon enough” jaemin chuckles softly as he and renjun wave to haechan,  scurrying off to their own lectures.

haechan shrugs, not taking in any of his friends words. he stumbled into the classroom, scanning for an empty seat. he quickly made his way to a spare desk, pulling out all his materials. just as the tutor walked into the room, his eyes met those of, who he believed, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. you flaunted your way to the last empty seat, which happened to be next to the awfully cheery boy, smiling at you.

you weren’t having the best day, immediately regretting your choice of a desk mate. as soon as you sat down, haechan was a blabbering mess. he shot questions left and right at you, despite the fact you barely responded to any of them. you just assumed he wanted to make friends fast, or he was just a chatterbox. “so how are you doing on this fine day?” he mutters to you, but received a stern glare in response. you tilted your head to the front of the room, zoning in on your tutor. haechan would lie if he said he didn’t feel slightly deflated. usually he had no problem making conversation with strangers. but you were so cold, so uninterested, it really hurt his ego. maybe renjun was right, not everyone would like him. but haechan was an unbelievably stubborn optimist. he was going to befriend you, no matter how long it took.

//

And you know, you know where to find me

Yeah, you know where to go when you're looking for love

And you know, you know where I'm hiding

Yeah, you know

it had been over three weeks since haechan first met you and you still wouldn’t budge. you only spoke to him during group tasks, other than that you continued to ignore his advances. haechan got the message loud and clear that you weren’t going to pay him attention. it took a toll on his own self confidence, until renjun gave him a stern talking to,

“god don’t let her get to your head, dude!! she’s awful for not wanting to be friends with you”

haechan pouted, “but she’s so pretty, i can’t just ignore her”

at that moment, he received a notification on his phone.

y/n: is this haechan? i think you took my notes by accident

his eyes widened, how did you even get his facebook account?

he scrambled around his room, looking into his backpack and surely enough, there were your notes, prettily written up.

haechan: hello! i do have your notes, i can meet you somewhere to hand it back? maybe the cafe? we can get something to eat!

renjun was now peering over haechan’s shoulder, too invested in this interaction.

y/n: no it’s fine, just give it to me next class, thanks

after reading your message, renjun bursted out laughing.

“dude that’s brutal, she’s something else” haechan fiddled with his phone, glaring at the other boy. he clicked on your profile, sending you a friend request as he scrolled through your posts. he saw that your friends had wished you a happy birthday, almost a year ago. he then realised it was in a few days...

“i have the perfect plan to get her to notice me” haechan smirks, renjun rolling his eyes,

“you’re ridiculous”

//

it was a friday afternoon, when haechan stumbled into class. you looked over at him, expecting some type of greeting, but you didn’t hear a peep from the boy.

strange, you thought to yourself.

as you were preparing for the lesson, haechan pulled something out of his bag. you looked over, noticing a small pink box now placed on your side of the table. you raised your eyebrow at him, in which he whispered,

“happy birthday, y/n”

your face froze. how did he know it was your birthday?

you looked back at the small box, slowly moving your hands to open it. to your surprise, there was a red velvet cupcake, decorated with a ton of rainbow sprinkles. there was a tiny picket that said:

“happy birthday, cutie!”

you couldn’t hide your smile, which only made haechan swoon even more. you weren’t the type to make a big deal out of your birthday, but this gesture from haechan truly made your day. you bit your lip softly, eyes meeting his.

“t-thankyou, haechan. i really appreciate this” you smiled at him softly, not caring that you were now on speaking terms with him.

“anything for you, y/n” he cheerfully responded, turning his attention to the front of the room.

maybe lee haechan was worth letting in...

//

the days following, haechan would spam you with random texts throughout the day. initially you would have been annoyed, but after his generous birthday gift, you started to enjoy his company. although you wouldn’t say it to his face, you silently appreciated him.

“how is my beautiful, y/n doing?” he smirked as he walked with you after class. he’d always compliment you, each time making you gush inside.

“i’m alright, have a ton of homework to do though” you sigh, thinking back to the stack of work you had on your desk.

“oh poor thing! do you want to copy my work? i have it here right now i ca-“

“no, haechan, it’s okay. if i need help, i’ll just...call you or something” you paused, looking over at the boy whose eyes just lit up like a christmas tree.

“of course you can call me! call me anytime you want!” he exclaimed. you shake your head softly at him as you both continued walking.

once haechan met up with renjun and jaemin again, he couldn’t stop gushing about you.

“...and then she said i could call her! well she said she’d call me, but same thing” he explained your interaction to his two friends as they were eating at a local diner.

“so romantic” renjun sarcastically comments, causing jaemin to elbow him slightly.

“i think it’s a good step! i mean atleast she’s talking to you now” jaemin chimed in, feeding into his friend’s cheerful nature.

“yeah! i have a lot of hope for us” haechan smiles to himself, in which jaemin and renjun looked over at eachother before rolling their eyes.

you did end up calling haechan that night, as you were stuck on the very last question of the homework.

“y/n, it’s hard to explain, let me just send you my answer” haechan insisted,

“no, i feel guilty” you sigh, placing down your pen.

“it’s really okay, i want to help you” you bit your lip, eventually giving in.

“okay fine, but i’ll owe you something in return” you agree, hoping whatever he wanted wouldn’t be too bad.

“hmmm how about going to the movies with me this weekend? i know you wanted to see the new zombie one that just came out” he suggested. although you were shocked he was practically asking you on a date, were more shocked he remembered you talking about this movie.

“do you really think that is proportionate to what you’re doing for me?” you roll your eyes playfully, finding his advances quite endearing.

“yep!! take it or leave it” you hesitated for a moment, what’s the worst that could happen?

“okay fine, you have yourself a deal” you replied. haechan quickly put himself on mute (or so he thought), letting out a loud ‘YES!’, before returning to the call. you had heard everything, softly chuckling to yourself.

he was pretty cute.

//

That when the stars go out, you can rest your love on me

And when the world gets loud, baby, you can rest your love on me

“that ending was terrible” you pouted as you left the cinema with haechan.

“it wasn’t so bad, it could have been worse” he shrugged, leading you to the next location.

“hm i guess so, by the way, where are we going anyway?” you questioned, walking alongside him, observing your surroundings.

“this cool burger place i found online, here i’ll show you some photos” he pulled out his phone, swiping through the photos. you nodded along, agreeing to let him lead the way.

“y/n? is that you?” you heard a deep voice call, you head shot up, so did haechan’s.

“who’s that?” your mouth went dry. your body froze up. why was he here? why did he have to call out to you?

“oh my god it is you! long time no see” the mysterious boy approached the pair of you, completely disregarding haechan’s existence. he noticed how uncomfortable you were, eyes flickering between the boy and you. he placed his arm loosely around your back, the other boy’s eyes following in suit.

“oh i see, you’re dating someone. dang, i guess i missed my shot. he doesn’t seem like your type” the boy scoffed, arms folded as he stared you both down.

“w-we have to go” you finally bring yourself to mutter, pulling haechan along with you.

“y/n who was that?” haechan kept repeating, which only made you want to cry.

“he’s my ex, okay? just take me home” you sniffled, haechan immediately became concerned. he didn’t ask any further questions, driving you straight back to your place.

as he reached your house, he looked over at you, tears brimming your eyes.

“i-i’m sorry that our day was cut short. i was really enjoying myself. my ex and i ended on pretty bad terms and i would just like some time alone right now, i hope you understand” you sniffled, which made haechan’s heart ache.

“you don’t have to apologise. you know where to find me if you need me. i’ll be waiting for you to open up to me one day, y/n. however long it takes” he assures you, leaving you with a warm feeling in your stomach. you just nodded back at him, making your way into your house.

haechan sat in his car for a while, wishing he could take away all your pain.

//

you invited haechan to meet you at the local park. with no further questions, he rushed out of his room, eager to see you again. you waited patiently on the small bench, swinging your legs back and forth. you heard heavy footsteps approach, your eyes meeting those of the boy who radiated happiness.

“are you alright?” haechan starts as he takes a seat next to you, leaving a small gap between you both.

“y-yeah, i’m ready to tell you everything” you began,

“he and i ‘dated’ two years ago. i say ‘dated’ because well, i thought we were, but turns out he was just another player and i was just another pawn in his little game. it was my first relationship too, messed me up pretty bad. that’s why i tend to keep to myself, not really letting others in too much. he made me feel like every guy who gave me attention just wanted me for their own selfish needs” you sigh, eyes avoiding haechan’s. he wanted to hold your hand, but opted not to.

“he’s an asshole, you didn’t deserve that. i-i could treat you so much better i promise-“

“haechan, c-can we just slow things down?” you finally made eye contact with him, his face contorting into a confused expression.

“i know you like me, and i would be lying if i said i didn’t have a slight interest in you too. but i don’t think i’m ready for a relationship yet” you admit, worried for his reaction. but to your surprise, he didn’t feel sad or dejected at all. instead he smiled widely at you, leaning in closer.

“i’ll go as slow as you want. you can rest your love on me, whenever you need. i’m just glad to hear you like me too” he batted his eyelids, making you softly chuckle.

“thankyou” you whispered to him, moving closer so that your shoulders touched. the rest of the day was filled with random activities from the arcade, to a bike ride along the park’s trail and finally dinner. haechan came to realise that being with somebody wasn’t black and white. there was a grey area that lied in between. he didn’t care how long he needed to wait, all he knew was that he finally got you to like him. and that was enough to make him the happiest man alive.

[tsuumu]

hii! i really like your blog so far, you’re writing is really good! this idea just popped up in my head so idk if it’ll actually make sense but i’ll try lmao. so could you write some headcanons of sugawara, tendou, and kuroo w/ a shy s/o who gets jealous of some girls that come up to them, and she tries to tell them that shes jealous, and how they would react to that? thank you so much, and i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense lmaoo :)

kuroo, tendou and sugawara with a jealous s/o.

good evening anon! this req is written in a school setting with various s/o personalities. i really hope you like it. <3

(the kuroo section is CONSIDERABLY longer than the other two and i apologise for that!! D: )

• nekoma’s volleyball team had become quite popular after the nationals tournament, where they had fought tirelessly and with extreme talent for everybody to see. people knew of the members and especially of their handsome captain. kuroo was prideful of his position and liked to flaunt his team’s successes to those who were interested, unknowing that they were probably more interested in him.

• he’s been talked about a lot lately. your friends always want updates on your ‘volleyball prince’, to which you promptly swat them away. he’s not a famous person. he’s just a high-school boy. a really cute, out-going, intelligent high-school boy.

• kuroo spends his free time in classes with girls on, around and at his desk, happily answering all the questions they gave him.

• unfortunately, you’re not so pleased. since tetsu had chemistry exam prep, his class has moved just a few doors down from yours. usually you wouldn’t get to see him during class because the lab work was done on the other side of the school, however he cheerily mentioned the change to you this morning whilst you were walking together.

• it happens as you’re on your way to your next room, stopping abruptly at the thought of the walk and peering in to see what was going on. after a short few seconds of scanning, you catch sight your boyfriend’s signature, dark hair. he’s chattering away to his female classmates.

• you really can’t help but feel a slight pang in your chest.

• you’ve never been overly protective or possessive of kuroo, at least, there had never been circumstances that lead you to feeling that way. you just stand there momentarily, staring at the varying expressions of the girls. tetsu is so oblivious. they’re totally hitting on him. you can’t help but sigh out. yes. he’s the talk of the town right now but wouldn’t you stop to ask him if he’s even single? you’re not angry, just a little bitter that you couldn’t sit with him like that and let them know of your existence.

• one of the girls closest to kuroo punches his arm lightly and you focus your attention back on them. you can’t figure out what on earth the actual conversation is about but she keeps placing her hands on his arms when she’s laughing or speaking enthusiastically.

• you’re not a fan of that at all, it makes the jab at your ribs heavier. you decide, ‘fuck it’ and push on the door to open it. it’s entirely on impulse and the nervousness sets in when the classroom quitens and -give or take- twenty eyes are set onto you.

• the second kuroo turns his head, he stands up at once, that shit-eating grin you know and love dearly plastered all over this face. it’s like the conversation with anybody else ended the second he saw you.

“woah. i didn’t know the next teacher was gonna be the love of my life! no, but seriously, what have you done to him, babe?”

you push on his chest lightly and tell him to quit it, cheeks burning at how loud he is, before embracing him tightly and wrapping your arms around him. you feel much safer.

• yaku chucks a piece of balled paper at you two from another area of the classroom.

“hey, you two. i know we signed up for chemistry but not your chemistry!”

• kuroo just throws it back, before kissing you on the forehead. you mumble into the fabric of his button-up that you’re just on your way to your next lesson and you’ll probably be late now. you just wanted to see him and tell those girls you’re uninterested. he chuckles out, moving back slightly to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“well i’m glad you did. this was the best surprise ever.”

• he leans closer, pressing his lips to your ear in a coy whisper.

“what girls? there’s girls? i thought they only made one in this entire world just for me. if it’s not another you, i’ll pass.” the corners of your mouth tug into a smile, burying your nose more into him.

“hey, kitty. as much as i’d like to keep you in here forever, like a cat that very obviously has another owner, i’ll just have to see you after class. i’ll be right outside your door. okay? now scram.”

• he flicks your forehead and walks with you to your next class. you grumble playfully. on your way, you meet eyes with the girls earlier. they’re shell-shocked, previously unbeknownst of your existence, you give them a small wave before holding his arm tightly and smiling to yourself.

• tendou is the life of the party wherever he goes. everybody seems to know him and it’s not always because of volleyball. he just seems to be friends with everyone. he’s the type to be chatting with teachers, students, the old, the young. he’s a mood setter and everybody loves him.

• you fell for him. hard.

• before dating him, it made you a little agitated that everybody got along with him so well. you never knew if his smooth words and instantaneous charm were factors of all his conversations. you could never approach him, since you’d never been good at displaying romantic intentions through actions. unfortunately, these small thoughts persisted even after he himself approached you and asked you out for coffee after school one day, despite not knowing you at all. even after he kissed you on the step of your door months later. even after he eventually begged you to be his.

• you aren’t too big on publicly displaying your relationship. initiating PDA was never your thing. you weren’t embarrassed of him at all, you just preferred to stay completely professional and education-orientated when in school. he’ll tease you, once even told you you remind him of a female ushijima... before staring at the ground to reflect on his own comment and taking it back vehemently (he doesn’t want to imagine dating his best friend in front of you).

• whenever you ask him if girls talk to him, he hushes you copiously, assuring you that every man and woman that’s entered his life after you as resembled humanoid blobs in purple uniform. he has eyes for only you.

• you’re a little cold, you tend to be when jealousy sets in. like that one day your friend told you that this notoriously pretty second year had approached him, handing him a blank lined sheet and asking for his help with her english work. you found out later that she’d thanked him with fluttering eyelashes and big smiles, before frowning down at the paper.

• he’d ended up practicing his signature over and over on the page because -and you quote- “i suck at english too but this paper was good document-signing practice, so thanks!”

• a relief washes over you. you and tendou are stark opposites, in fact, the only time you ever feel obliged to lose your cool is over him. however, you know he’s loyal. he loves you very much and hopes that you’ll come to trust him with your entire heart one day.

• you vow to work on it, hard.

if sugawara was my s/o i’d just accept that everyone else would probably fall in love with him too

• this boy is made of honey. the first time you laid eyes on him was during first year, noir jacket slung over his shoulder, beautiful, silver hair rustling as he tried to shut the class window as you walked in, you were hooked.

• you felt utterly helpless at how infatuated with him you were. your friends all felt the same way. picture: sighing together and staring whenever he did ANYTHING. he was so sweet to absolutely everybody. nobody could ever bring them selves to defy, ignore or be aggressive with koushi. from the start it felt like you had competition.

• you’re a happy-go-lucky, loud-mouth shithead with an abudance of enthusiasm and energy but this third year makes your knees shake. walking up to him on a summer’s evening to ask him out, you could barely even talk. luckily, he did all the talking for you. your time together has been nothing but loving history.

• sugawara likes to spend his free time with you, often lunches, where he’s adamant on feeding you lots and lots of his own cooking to ensure you’re well-fed.

• imagine your surprise, when you’re walking, hop in your step, over to your usual meeting place and see your boyfriend sitting with another girl, feeding them. your heart practically falls out of your ass. steps slowing, you don’t even try to hide your alarm as you approach him. koushi’s face is to you, smiling and laughing. he catches sight of you and waves happily.

• your expression doesn’t change. you’re confused, hurt, unsure of how to act. should you just pretend like everything is fine? you feel like criticising them but they’re just eating. god, you’re overthinking this.

• “(y/n)! say hi to hinata!”

huh?

the girl turns around.

oh god.

• hinata’s blowing unattractively on strands of hair that are stuck to his face, before leaping up to greet you. he’s wearing a god damn wig.

“ah! (y/n), hi! i took totally weird, don’t i. it’s for this stupid drama class. i seriously thought i’d get to act and do fight scenes and look super cool to girls but instead, they made me dress up as a high-school girl! it’s ‘cause i’m short, they said!”

• you’re not even listening, just wallowing in your shame at how panicked you were.

“—i ran into sugawara and he let me try some lunch, have you eaten?” you shake your head, before grinning and suddenly grabbing the younger boy, trapping him in a playful headlock and making him squirm.

“oi, hinata. you gave me a scare, makin’ me think some doe-eyed lowerclassman was chatting up my boyfriend!”

• he whines and apologises profusely. koushi just sits and laughs, munching on his lunch and watching you give the poor boy hell. he’d never dream of that, he know you’d do worse to him if that were ever the case.

[maariarogers]

Thoughts on True Beauty and Why I’m On Team Suho

Ever since the tv show started, I’ve begin thinking and noticing for a while now that, more than anything, I’m more #TeamSuho than I am #TeamSeojun.

And the thought of “why do I think like that?” kept repeating in my head, because, if I’m honest, the casualness that Seojun and Jugyeong shared early in the series (I’m talking webtoon and, truth be told, a bit of the tv series) really struck me as them having a much easier and playful, therefore fun, relationship. Which makes for an interesting dynamic than what Jugyeong had with Suho.

So, here are my thoughts why I think I prefer Suho with Jugyeong towards the end.

To warn, this is, firstly, have nothing against any of the characters or the ships! I’m merely sharing an in-depth analysis of my thoughts on my own view why I prefer Suho with Jugyeong. Secondly, I’ll be referencing a lot of the webtoon rather than the tv series (although I feel like I’d like to spill my thoughts on that soon, so I don’t know if that long analysis of “why I surprisingly find myself enjoy the adaptation more than I thought I would” is coming soon, buuuut yeah, we’ll see) so, please be aware of spoilers.

As reference, I’m currently at Chapter 124 of the English-translated version of True Beauty as I’m writing this, but I am aware of spoilers ahead of the chapters.

Another Warning: This is so long. Oh my god. How did I manage to write it this long? So. There’s that.

Okay. So. What brought this on?

Honestly, it was just the excitement from knowing that True Beauty was airing soon and I was just so interested to see the dynamics the actors were going to play out rather than just seeing the characters across the a page screen in comic strips as I’ve been following them since I stumbled into the webtoon about, yikes, a year ago?

But – more than anything, I just really wanted to see how Suho played out.

1. So, What’s The Deal With Suho?

If I’m honest, I’ve always thought that Suho is laughably (yikes) boring. Not necessarily in a bad way, no! I actually think it’s one of the things that’s made him quite appealing — in ways that, in other settings, I would have actually found him uninteresting and easily passable as a main lead. But not in this particular world.

To add: the Author also referenced this many, many times throughout the webtoon. Quite brilliantly, in fact — specifically, from Sua’s point of view, as she points out quite a few times that, besides from Suho’s looks, “he’s really got nothing going on for him” or that “he’s boring”. (I frickin’ love Sua in both the webtoon and tv show!)

This was also a really important plot device during the Prince of Princes (Did I get this name right? Omg) competition TV show when the influencer (again, I really can’t be bothered with what’s-his-name) actually called Suho out for basically “not trying his best” when everybody else was clearly giving his all. This triggered Suho to actually act outside of his comfort zone and actually wanted to pose for a sexy photoshoot.

I do also honestly think he’s clinically depressed on top of just having had naturally adapted a much calmer composure to compare with an easily expressive Jugyeong and a very charismatic Seojun. But the thing is, the author really made Suho “boring” on purpose — and the best thing is? It works.

Because as much as Suho is “expressionless” — as in, he doesn’t really emote whatever his feelings as honest or as obvious as the other two leads — he can still carry his character well. Like Jugyeong has learned over time, we start to figure out that, oh, Suho has to put his act together because his father’s famous and he doesn’t want to tarnish that reputation. He’s ruthless to admirers because he’s logical about rejecting unwanted advances. He’s surprisingly rigid and slightly cold, but only because he’s used to only have himself as company.

In all honesty, I’m still trying to wrap my head around Suho. I still don’t quite understand why I’m so fascinated by his personality when, if those sort of “dark brooding” tropes were played in other medias, I would have rolled my eyes and rejected it instantly for how much it’s overplayed.

But I didn’t. Not with Suho. 

Perhaps, an angst-lover at heart, his unrequited relationship with Jugyeong really struck with me. His patience when he’s obviously hurting as Jugyeong dismissed their almost-romance, or when Seojun and her were being lovey-dovey in front of him was really incredible. Suho rarely lost his composure, which was quite a feat considering as readers we know he still has lingering feelings towards Jugyeong, and I felt like that spoke volume about his character.

(Besides that, Suho was always so incredibly respectful — not only towards Jugyeong but also towards Seojun. Seojun obviously learned it much later on, but Suho never once carried any ill-intention when he learned Seojun and Jugyeong were together. In fact, again and again, he congratulated and cheered them on, even when we knew later that he feels awful for the lost chances. Still, Suho never acted violently or aggressively. Not once. It was only Seojun who had easily misunderstood him and thus, reacted badly.)

(Although again, that’s so brilliant on the author — because Seojun’s quick-temper is such a staple and big part of what made Seojun Seojun. I’m happy that he acted that way, because that meant his characteristics are consistent from when we first saw him in the webtoon. Of course, that doesn’t mean the temper in and of itself is always good, but — it’s realistic for him.)

2. So, Why Jugyeong and Suho?

Now, this is the part where it gets tricky.

A lot of the fans — some of which are my own friends, and people I knew — abandoned the webtoon because the drama has gotten “tacky” or Jugyeong’s growth has been “stunted” for a few chapters. I can’t say I totally disagree, because I do see there’s quite a lag in the plot, buuuuuuut.... I do feel like the author adds that in on purpose.

Of course! I might be wrong! But hear me out.

I think it’s on purpose because it wants to show the development of Seojun and Jugyeong’s relationship – and why it didn’t work. (Again, anything can happen; I’m only at Ch124, so things might still change for Team Seojun!) Of course, for all those who are aware of the spoilers, the answer was simple: they didn’t work because the agency asked Jugyeong to stop dating Seojun due to his rising status as an idol.

It’s more than that, though.

I’ve also been reading a few comments and some of them pointed out how they thought that Jugyeong has always seemed more relaxed and more playful when she’s with Suho than she is when she’s with Seojun. But... I do have to slightly disagree. Only slightly. Because, if we review the arc during their high school when Jugyeong liked Suho, she was obviously more comfortable and were able to tease and be more playful with Seojun — but she was a little guarded with Suho, which was understandable. She didn’t want to look bad in front of her crush.

I’ve always felt a little threatened at this point because, man, Seojun and Jugyeong’s chemistry was so, so good during this arc. I love Seojun, I really do. He is such a nice and considerate man in ways that I really didn’t think he could be when we saw him as a teenager — but the author really pulled him off well. And he’s so sweet, too? So loyal? Ugh.

The downside is, though — he doesn’t push Jugyeong.

More than that, their relationship (perhaps because they were each other’s first true, committed relationship) really caused each other massive anxiety. Jugyeong wasn’t really honest all the time due to this — not her feelings and not her concerns, and Seojun became an unnecessarily worry-wart even when he shouldn’t be. This had, several times, led him to become inconsiderably possessive i.e. during the time he fought with Suho when Suho had only wanted to help.

Of course, they sort the issue out in the end and Seojun started to reform himself to be an even better partner. But... you can tell, in a lowkey sort of way, that the good-feeling they had when they were just friends, it isn’t really there anymore. They don’t really have fun together. (Although maybe that’s just because Seojun became busy and/or the author skip most of their dates along, so — I might be biased a bit regarding this!)

But with Suho, even as friends, Suho has always pushed Jugyeong — more than just about her bare face, he pushed her to pursue what she wants to do. Not only that, he encouraged it; he helped her.

Which is why I think the plot became slightly stagnant in the moment: because, like Jugyeong, we’re focusing too much on her relationship with Seojun and what would it mean when Seojun became an idol. We’re carried along with her anxiety, with their upside down, with Jugyeong’s worries. We’re stuck in Jugyeong’s first relationship — and that’s it.

But with Suho, the plot moves: Suho pushes Jugyeong to study, Suho talks to her about her ambitions, Suho makes her confronts her fears, and one of the best parts of the series so far — when Suho was consulting her after Selena scolded Jugyeong for messing up on set — Suho recognised what she wants to do, what she likes to do, and he encourages her for it. He comforts her, and tells her to not give up. So now, we see her wanting to try her best in wanting to help Selena.

With Suho, I feel as if... Jugyeong’s focus grows more than just her being upset about one single relationship. Suho’s calamity and logic straightforwardness probably helps — it doesn’t cause as much anxiety as Suho’s relatively honest, which Jugyeong can depend on and seems to explicitly trust — and Jugyeong’s story, once again, grows to be more than just another love story.

It’s become a story of her trying to find a place in the world again, of her trying to figure out what exactly she can do for herself despite all these obstacles and hurdles.

I’m not saying with Seojun, she doesn’t go through any character development at all, no — but her focus tends to single-handedly narrow towards Seojun directly and their relationship, and it leaves very little for Jugyeong to really consider anything else, specially her own growth, which is equally important.

With Suho, she’s just able to do that a bit better, and we can see she’s slightly more comfortable too.

(And, before anybody comes at me, yes, I do think Jugyeong pushes Suho too. She literally recommends Suho books that he doesn’t seem he was going to read anytime soon, or he could’ve overlooked it easily — but she does that. She pushes him out of his comfort zone and suggested a new author / series. And Suho reads it, and he learns that he likes it. It’s the same when she recommends the music app. Or the hairdo. She’s always been a giant force pushing Suho forward; Suho’s always trying to change and/or improve himself when Jugyeong comes in.)

3. Conclusion

This is sooo long so I thank you if you’ve made it this far! I’m just really, really happy with the TV series and these thoughts about why I adore Suho have been nagging at me.

I hope everyone likes the full analysis of my messy thoughts as much as I enjoyed writing it fully on a whim at 1am.

[troublesometrollhunters]

Zouxie (Zoe X Douxie)

Merry Christmas and Happy Secret Santa to a fellow T.O.A fan! For you @dreamsarelikedragonflies!!! You asked for any Wizards content particularly Zouxie or Jlaire so I wrote a little Zouxie Snow fluff thing and made a fun asesthtic for our favourite punk wizards! :D

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 Douxies breathing was heavy as he rushed through the woods cutting through them to get to the park. Leaves brushed past him smacking his face as roots snagged at his shoes tripping him as he ran forward. His breathing came out in deep huffs as he raced to where he was heading.

  Archie who'd been on his shoulder had hoped off after the ravenette hadn't been careful and he'd gotten a faceful of leaves. The familiar was now flying next to his charge, avoiding difficult obstacles the forest provided as he weaved around the trees and low hanging branches. Douxie cursed at his own impulsiveness speeding up. She was gonna lose her cool one of these days and it was going to cost him his relationship. Archie seemed to always be warning him about how if he kept diving headfirst into danger especially on date night it was gonna bite him. Sadly the dragon was right as always.

   After closing down the café something had caught his eye and he had to investigate. Well together, Archie and him had found a growing nest of shadow mephits. They'd blasted the poor creatures apart, sending the whole nest back to the netherworld but it took way longer than expected. And now, now Douxie feared something far scarier. 

 He was late. He was late. He was late. He was late again and Zoe was going to kill him. Bursting out of the woods stumbling through a bush he catches himself. Dirt and leaves covered his hoodie making him hiss. Archie landed on his shoulder licking his hair grooming him and Douxie had no doubt that twigs were stuck in his ponytail. Sighing as Archie tried to clean him up he didn't care about appearances. It's not like Zoe did either, at the moment he was way more concerned with the time than his disheveled looks. Still heaving out air trying to catch his breath he paused to look around the clearing. Unable to speak full sentences yet he snaps his fingers pointing up.

 "Archie..." Douxie begs his friend and the dragon nods launching himself off the wizards shoulder. Looking around frantically for his pink haired girlfriend Archie soars above the trees searching for her as well. Distracted with finding her he didn't hear the footsteps sneaking up behind him. Stiffening as he feels a hard smack and muttering an owww, he turns quickly and sees her. It was Zoe.

  Relief crosses his features as he does his best to catch his breath so he can muster an apology. Opening his mouth she holds out a hand as she frowns at him. Her fingers are warm and looking at Zoe a spark of electricity zapped over his lips making him blush. He smiles but she's not in the mood. 

 "You're late." She states putting a hand on her hip and glaring up at him. Douxie chuckles nervously before swallowing at the intense look. He was happy Zoe hadn't gone home even if she was mad at him. If she'd left before he got to explain she'd be pissed for days. If he could get a word in hopefully she'd rage but then probably forgive him by tomorrow. The second option was more appealing but from the look on her face explaining could make the situation so much worse. Trying to think of what to say Douxie scratches the back of his head fishing out a stick from his ponytail. He tosses it aside and meeting Zoes burning blue eyes he blushes. 

 "I'm here now?" He asks with a playful laugh trying to lighten the mood but Zoe looks unamused. She flicks a leaf out of his hair and raises a brow scanning his messy form. "I can explain." He states defensively as he holds up his hands smiling at her.

 She rolls her eyes uninterested and begins walking away arms crossed.

 "Wait! Wait!" Douxie begs following closely behind as Zoe starts stalking away. 

 "Your burger was getting cold and I got hungry so I ate it." Zoe says pausing to vent her frustration. He notices a crumpled up bag sticking out of the nearby bin and sighs. He had a feeling she had waited way longer than usual if she dug into his food. Or maybe him being late made her spiteful so she tore into the burger trying to calm down. They weren't always the best at talking things out but they were working on it and honestly anything from her was a relief at the moment. As she huffed at him facing away from him arms crossed he signs. 

 "Zoe... Snow?" Douxies about to explain himself. Plead his case that a hoard of shadow mephits had jumped out at him after his shift and distracted him from coming but he noticed white flakes falling from the sky. As they landed the stark white against Zoes pink hair couldn't be ignored. What was snow doing in California? It was chilly sure but it wasn't even cold enough for his breath to show. How was there snow? 

 "What are you blubbering on about?" Zoe demands turning to yell at him some more. Her blue eyes flash pink as she glares at him about to give Douxie an earful but his own green brown eyes are soft as he steps closer. Zoes breath catches in her throat as Douxie stops in front of her. She looks up at him flustered before he reaches out. He brushes something out of Zoe's hair, his brows furrowed. Her flustered expression changes to shock, her eyes widening as she sees white flakes on his fingers before they melt away. 

 "... Snow?" She mumbles. Looking up the wizards noticed the night sky had become much darker as gray clouds rolled in. They'd been so distracted talking to each other they hadn't even noticed. It seemed someone had been messing around with weather spells, this couldn't be a natural snow storm. Not in the climate or this time of year.  

 "Well love we can argue later I think we have more pressing issues to deal with." Douxie states seeing that the flakes were getting thicker as the snowfall became heavier. The storm was fast approaching and there was a dark presence in the air. Hands glowing Douxie nudges Zoe behind him worried as Archie flies down. 

 per the dragon had perched on a nearby tree to give them some privacy but the snow brought him back. 

 "Yeah that's a no brainer fuzzbuckets. Now why the heck is there about to be a freak blizzard in California?" Zoe questions nose crinkling as she turns towards the storm clouds. She never really liked cold weather.

   The snow becomes heavier and soon the wind follows blowing endless white their way. Zoe shivers not dressed for this but Douxies attention shifts from her as Archie hisses lowly. His familiar had never liked snow either but seeing it was magically summoned and probably deadly put the dragon more on edge. 

 "What is it Arch?" Douxie asks softly. Archies claws dig into Douxies jacket as he tenses. He takes a deep sniff of the air before beginning to morph into a much bigger form, clinging tightly to Douxie. His hackles raise as he begins to hiss lowly tail swinging back and forth in aggression as his eyes narrow.

 "Ice giants." He growls.

 "Ice giants? Here?" Zoe questions unsure. Maybe it was just a freak snow spell?

 Suddenly a blue foot comes crashing down from behind a building rattling shop windows and making cars shake before their alarms go off. A creature of ice and snow it stood thirteen feet tall with a tattered kilt to cover it's blue tinted legs and a long icicle club.

 "Here." Archie responds hissing low in his throat. Everyone pauses watching as the ice giants begin to multiple as they walk towards them. At least the creatures were mostly away from people and in an open clearing, if they made a plan together they could take them down without causing too much damage.

 "Okay Zoe we need-" Douxie starts but she's not listening. 

 "Well let's do this!" Charging excited for a fight, electricity explodes from Zoe's hands as she shoots an ice giant in its chest. The pink lightning that explodes from her fingertips gives the park a bright glow before it zaps the giant making it crumble harmlessly into snow. Douxie shakes his head forcing himself to stop watching his girlfriend as another monster attacks and he follows Zoes lead.

 "Be careful love!" He calls worried but Zoe was doing just fine melting and exploding the giants. Snow rained down around her bouncing pink light off her face as she shot her magic. The beasts crumpled before her and Douxie was starstruck by her power and brute determination.  

 As he stares at Zoe enamoured Archie swipes at his face.

 "Pay attention to the battle Hisirdoux!" He scolds and Douxie nods. As Archie spits a fireball Douxie amplifies the spells power, melting several of the giants. Standing back to back with Zoe her hands glow pink as his burn blue. He looks at the frost creatures that were slowly surrounding them. 

 "Who could've sent them?" Archie asks as Douxie blasts one of them back. Zoe shrugs, zapping another giant that got too close. Icy wind blew back her hair and she hissed sniffling at the cold. 

 "Maybe they're lost?" Zoe asks before she gives Douxie a sharp shove and dodges a giant club. Douxie smiles at her happy for the save but Zoe ignores him. She shoots electricity at the ice monster that had tried to squish her and it becomes a flurry of snow as she breathes in. Taking that as a hint to find out what's happening and keep fighting rather than apologizing Douxoe noticed the creatures looked similar to golems which might explain why they collapsed into snow once struck. They didn't seem like snow spirits but rather controlled creatures. 

 "Maybe but it's more likely they were summoned!" Douxie responds. He taps his bracelet searching for another powerful fire rune hoping to burn them all down and be done with it. "Besides Ice giants don't like leaving their territory! Someone must of brought them here!" Well that's what he assumed at least. Last time he fought Ice Giants he was in Sweden a couple hundred years ago looking for some ancient texts. As far as he knew Ice giants never came out this far and they didn't just dissolve away like this.

 "DUCK!" Snapping back to attention Douxie huffs as he sees the crater that was almost him. Looking at Zoe wanting to apologize first for missing their date and now this mess she's already on the other side of the battle field trying to lead the ice creatures into the forest away from all the easily damaged park and innocent street shops. 

 "Zoe I-" He calls but she's only focused in the fight. 

 "Hisirdoux!" Archie calls and Douxie turns eyes wide. Bringing up his arms to defend himself unable to cast a shield in time, the hairs on his arms stand up. 

 "HEY! ONLY I GET TO HURT HIM!" 

A pink blast of 1000 volts of electricity were shot over Douxies head directly at the ice giants heart. The magic made contact and it exploded into a million pieces sending ice and snow everywhere. 

 "Thanks Zoe-" Douxie says smiling but Zoe isn't having it as she cuts him off. 

 "DON'T BE A DUMMY FOCUS ON THE FIGHT!" She orders before turning and facing the Giants that were slowly cornering her. Douxie nods. He turns towards his own foes and the fight goes on. 

~~~

About an hour later and they had won. The last few flakes of snow fluttered around them as the ice giants began to melt away. They didn't know who sent these creatures but they were taking care of themselves and nothing seemed to be amiss. Panting heavily Douxie smiled at Zoe who'd saved his ass during that fight more than once. 

 "I'd just like-" He starts wanting to apologize for all of this but Zoe wasn't having it. He guess he deserved the cold shoulder all things considered.

 "Hey dork?" Turning to face Zoe she grabbed his hoodie before pulling him into a kiss. Melting into it, like the snow was doing around them he leaned in cupping Zoes face. She smiles eyes tinged pink like her cheeks from the overuse of magic. Closing his eyes humming happily as he continues Zoe pulls away breathless. Laughing softly she leans into his chest hugging him tight and Douxie tucks her head under his chin as they take a moment to breathe.

  Pulling away far too quickly for Douxie's taste she smiles walking back towards the town. He blinks as he realizes the kiss was a distraction and she'd snagged his hoodie. "You're buying the burgers this time! I'm starving thanks to that little squable." She states taking out his wallet from his jacket pocket. Douxie shakes his head following after his mischievous girlfriend who'd seemed to forgiven him.

   Archie purrs looking up at Zoe and Zoe smiles scooping the familiar into her arms and cooing. "And your getting a treat for Archie too." She adds nuzzling the cat. Archie makes pleased sounds and curls up in her arms adoringly. Douxie chuckles smiling at Zoe as he follows her.

 "Deal. Oh and Zoe?" Zoe hums in response and Douxie steals a quick kiss on her cheek. "Love ya." He states before running off to where the burger shack was. 

 "WHY YOU LITTLE!" Chuckling as he keeps running he smiles, frostbitten but happy. He loved her more than she'd ever know. 

[wlwdarlingcharming]

Hii do you have any bios for your eah oc's?? I'm so interested to know more about them!!!

yes my dear <33 these are very messy and i tried to keep some outline but oh boy did it go downhill after godiva.

elias wykkyd, son of the wicked witch of the west and the good witch of the south: he/him/they/them. bisexual. wants to protect the family secret (their mothers were not supposed to get together and if grimm found out, he would lose his shit) but his sister’s outbursts make it very hard. he’s very stressed all the time and would benefit greatly from a nap. they like to hangout with raven queen and thinks she’s pretty chill. he loves the other oz kids, but sometimes they are too much for them. he really, really doesn’t want to fight his sister or try to kill rowan. they don’t know that his destiny is to be the next good witch of the south. rebel.

godiva southgood, child of the wicked witch of the west and the good witch of the south: she/her/fae/faer. lesbian. very crazy. loyal to faer brother, but to no one else. has a “it’s me or them” mentality. believes she’s the hero and everyone against her is a villain. has too much power and probably (definitely) doesn’t use it for good. wishes her brother would understand what fae’s going through instead of blaming fae for everything. has a crush on farrah goodfairy. fae doesn’t know that her destiny is to be the next wicked witch of the west. royal.

rowan gale, son of dorothy: he/him. ace & gay. he’s passionate about photography and is on the bookball team. he never knew his mom, because he was taken away from her as a baby (👀). besides the ozians, he’s very close with alistair wonderland and would go far as to say that’s his best friend because he understands how hard it is to be a leading man. rowan is very scared for his destiny, because he doesn’t want to fight elias (godiva) and almost die. rowan is very sure of himself and has a god complex mixed with deep insecurity. people look up to him which defintely fuels his ego, but it makes him feel more insecure himself because “what if i just disappoint everyone more?”. he also feels like a disappointment to his mom but aggressively covers that up with false confidence. he gets bored easily and looks uninterested a lot. he doesn’t mean to, but school just can’t capture his attention. his destiny is to be the next dorothy gale. roybel.

valora de lioncourt, child of the cowardly lion: she/her/they/them. bi disaster. local furry. GORGEOUS. hangs out with cerise, ramona and rosabella. will do anything that anyone asks of them. gets into many hijinks with the other oz kids. plays for the lacrowns team and is surprisingly good. everyone always assumes she’s really shy and scared all the time (which in their opinion gets really annoying), but she’s very confident in herself. their destiny is to be the next cowardly lion. royal.

tinnafy manns, daughter of the tin man: she/her. panromantic asexual. total party girl. doesn’t sleep, ever. gets called a robot a lot and it hurts her feelings. hangs out with briar, melody and siobhan. close with her dad, but he doesn’t approve of her party lifestyle. rebel.

felix crowfield, son of the scarecrow: he/him. pansexual. coolest guy ever. literally so chill. how does he do it? it’s because he has dealt with godiva and elias’s screaming matches for years and has learned to tune them out. he loves creating costumes, as well as acting, and is apart of the ever after high players. doesn’t want to be the next scarecrow and would much rather make costumes thank you very much. his destiny is to be the next scarecrow. rebel.

lilith whiteford, daughter of the white queen and the white knight: she/her. ace lesbian. badass knight princess. has a cold exterior, but once you get through that, she is one of the most kind and caring people. loves her brother and her parents. loyal to a fault. wanted to be the next white knight of wonderland, but later decides she wants to date the future white knight of wonderland (one darling charming). was taught by her parents to never speak unless spoken to, so that’s how she talks to others. people think she’s just a scary knight princess, but she’s really not. secretly a huge nerd. older twin. royal.

lysander whiteford, son of the white queen and the white knight: he/him (ftm). gay. sad boy. sad, rich boy vibes. makes everyone think he believes he’s above them, but he is so insecure about everything. he wants to be the next white queen (king) more than anything. doesn’t like his mother or his father, but loves his twin lilly. he pretends to be a pompous jerk to everyone, and it pains him to act that way, but it’s the only way he knows how to talk to others. younger twin. royal.

coraline sirenowitch, child of the sea witch: she/her/they/them. lesbian. egirl energy. looks mean, is actually very nice. very, very powerful. besties with faybelle, actively tries to avoid meeshell. hates forks with a burning passion. (coraline: they’re like tRiDeNtS, fAyBelLe) likes to make their own jewelry. vegan. their destiny is to be the next sea witch. rebel.

eira nordskov, daughter of the snow fairy: she/her (mtf). bisexual. oh BOY she is my BABY. her story has developed wildly over the past year. she’s very shy, has limited snow powers and loves ballet and ice skating. friends with justine and duchess. she loves sugar plums (much to siobhan’s dislike). gets very angry really quickly, which causes some mild changes in weather. hate hate HATES her roommate, crystal winter and they have the biggest rivalry. has the biggest crush on nathaniel nutcracker (who i have also adopted from the books). her destiny is to be the next clara. royal?

siobhan plumfairy, daughter of the sugar plum fairy: she/her/they/them/he/him/xe/xem. the coolest out of the nutcracker kids. hangs out with briar, melody and tinnafy a lot. basically only talks to nath, cordelia and eira because they’re all childhood friends. IS the life of the party. wants to be anything other than the sugar plum fairy. has a good control on xer magic, but uses it to make decorations, clothes and lights for briar & mel’s parties. very insecure about their wings and doesn’t like to talk about her parents. uses his “cool girl” connections to get himself things. rebel.

cordelia mouse-king, daughter of the mouse king: she/her. very smart when it comes to sciences. likes to make potions and other concoctions in chemythstry and prides herself on getting good grades. likes to talk to cupid, because cupid’s old school is near where her cousin mouscedes lives. also friends with ashlynn and dexter. very short and small, but can be very scary. has a bad relationship with her dad, and usually spends break with her cousin or siobhan. super awkward around nathaniel and doesn’t like when they all hangout. rebel.

nathaniel nutcracker, son of the nutcracker: he/him. disaster bi. LOVES DANCING. absolutely loves ballet and literally any type of dance. good friends with justine. mostly hangs out with the other nutcracker kids. very uppity and preppy. scared of cordelia’s dad and refuses to hangout with cordelia outside of school, which makes group hangouts really awkward. royal.

jocelyn “jj” hook, daughter of captain hook and the big bad wolf: she/her. pirate lesbian. mostly hangs out with ramona, cerise and winnie. (as well as the hypothetical ever after high fight club) thinks of little red as her mom. refuses to talk to jamie (her mom). has a pirate ship. rebel.

winona “winnie” darling, daughter of wendy darling: she/her. bisexual. badass pirate queen. in love with jj and would fight anyone for her. hypothetical head of ever after high fight club. short queen. very shy, but once you get to know her you won’t be able to get her to shut up. rebel.

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Victor’s Reunite Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date (and Season 2) which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

It’s vital to understand what’s going on in Season 2 so you wouldn’t get confused in this date. Do read this post before proceeding :)

Parallel World Dates Collection: Gavin // Kiro // Shaw

The date begins with MC standing outside LFG

She recalls her father telling her about their company receiving an investment from a four-year-old company which he believes will become a worthy partner in the future

Of course, that company is LFG

Back at the present, she muses that LFG isn’t as grand as the LFG in her memory. And that if everything remains the same as in the original timeline, she would meet Victor after four years

She recalls the “warning”: “Your unintentional actions may lead to irretrievable consequences.”

When she looks up with a bitter smile, she sees Victor across the street

I lower my head, countless emotions flooding into my heart - happiness and sadness... until a foreign voice enters my mind. 

??: Miss MC, nice to meet you. There is a message from the “past” here. CEO Victor, you may begin. 

MC: ?!

Victor: Dummy, what are you hesitating about? 

Victor’s voice rings in my head clearly. I freeze in place.

“Message from the past?” 

What is this... why can I hear Victor’s voice? 

The Victor on the opposite side of the road doesn’t notice my existence at all, and exits my field of vision. I press a hand to my forehead, thinking what happened earlier was a mere hallucination.

But his voice appears in my mind once again, as clear as day.

Victor: Didn’t you say you were going to find the old me? Do you regret meeting me now? 

MC: How could I regret it!

Victor: You dare to regret it? 

As if we’re having a conversation, I speak aloud, my voice overlapping with his. 

The faraway soft laughter gradually disappears from my mind. As though an invisible hand is pushing me from behind, I break into a run. 

If the future doesn’t replay itself perfectly while the world moves forward slowly, is there be a possibility that we wouldn’t meet again? 

With this thought, my heart clenches. Just greeting him shouldn’t be an issue...

If I simply watch him leave...

If I don’t get a future where I can meet him again...

I wouldn’t be able to accept it. 

MC: Victor! Victor!! Wait!!!!

I call his name loudly, failing to notice that the traffic light has turned red. 

A harsh whistle resounds behind me. 

I turn my head and see a taxi coming towards me, and instinctively want to leap to the side to avoid the impact. 

The expected fall doesn’t arrive, and the world suddenly turns quiet. 

I’ve fallen into a warm embrace. 

In slight disbelief, I take in everything in front of me. Rain drops remain still in the air. He carries me away from the impending car. 

That cold yet reassuring breath makes the whole world turn a little fuzzy. I blink hard and clench my teeth, not wanting him to see my tears. 

Tick tock. Tick tock.

I hear the stalled hands of time in my world start moving once again.

It turns out that my time only stops for him, and only starts again because of him.

I seem to have returned to a very, very long time ago. Perhaps this is an unintentional prank from the heavens, but it also feels like a gift from it. 

Victor: Evolver? 

MC: ?

Victor: You still don’t know? 

MC: ...I do.

Victor: ...

MC: T-thank you for saving me. 

Victor: You should watch yourself. Someone can’t come to your rescue every time. 

He puts me down at the shoulder of the road, but doesn’t leave. 

Victor: Why did you call me just now? 

MC: I thought you’d first ask how I know your name...

Victor: That isn’t important. 

He’s really the same as always. 

MC: I... I just wanted to see you. You’ve invested in my company - the film company you recently invested in. Do you remember...

Victor: And then? 

He cuts off my explanation coldly, crossing his arms in front of his chest, waiting for me to continue. 

MC: ...there’s nothing else. I just wanted to see what sort of a person you are.

Victor: Have you seen enough? 

After saying this, he turns around to leave, uninterested in my response. 

MC: W-wait!

He furrows his eyebrows slightly, but stops in his steps. 

Although I called him without hesitation, I have no idea what to say. 

I would never regret meeting Victor. Yet, I’m not content with having such a superficial meeting with him.

This time, I want to take more initiative to stand by his side. 

Meeting his sharp gaze, I straighten my back and look at him resolutely. 

MC: My name is MC, and I’m the future producer of the film company you have invested in. I’ll definitely improve the film company, and all the programs will become more and more outstanding. You will not have the chance to take back your investment. And you will not be disappointed. 

I say every word and sentence to Victor. The rain has stopped, and light reflects off his eyes, which have widened slightly. 

In the next moment, a large falling leaf is blown by the spring breeze, sticking to the side of my face. 

MC: ...

Victor: [soft laughter]

Victor’s eyes crinkle and the corners of his lips lift. Victor suppresses a smile, then faces me again. 

Victor: For now, being able to stay alive is your biggest challenge. 

While Victor is speaking, another large leaf seems to respond, slapping onto his face.

Victor: ...

I’m unable to suppress my laughter. A few stray tears follow along with my smile. 

Victor knits his brows, and I reach out with a trembling hand, prepared to pluck the leaf from his face. 

At this moment, a strange figure emerges from behind Victor and touches his arm. 

Victor: !

MC: !!

Instinctively, I rush forward to grab onto the mystery person’s sleeve, wanting to protect Victor. 

In the next second, the both of us find ourselves in a bar. The person in front of the bar counter freezes for a moment, furrowing his brows exaggeratedly. 

Man: Big bro, what’s with this “buy one get one free”?

~

MC looks around her surroundings and discovers she’s in a bar called “Mondlicht”, which sounds familiar to her - she saw this name once in her father’s records on Black Swan

The man dismisses the mysterious figure coldly, leaving the three of them in the bar

The man offers to have MC teleported back to where she came from, but Victor says: “You’re not worthy to be trusted.”, and tells the man to cut to the chase.

Man: CEO Victor, there’s no need to be anxious. There’s a man who wants to see you, but he isn’t in this bar right now. As for the reason why... CEO Victor should know it clearly. So, before meeting him, that man has requested that I invite you here - to see if you’re someone worth meeting. To put it simply... this is just a small test. 

While all this is happening, MC wonders what connections Victor has with Black Swan

Victor: I didn’t know of such foolish tests. Are you all too bored, or do I look very free? 

Victor... he doesn’t seem surprised to be here. 

Victor pulls MC to him

Victor: Sorry. Stay by my side. You’ll be fine. 

MC tells Victor to be careful and warns him that Black Swan could be behind this. Victor pauses, but quickly recovers and resumes his conversation with the man

The man takes out a deck of poker cards:

Man: As part of the test, is CEO Victor interested in playing a game?

Victor: No.

The scene turns incredibly awkward. 

Victor swirls the wine glass in his hand, bringing it to his mouth and pursing his lips. He doesn’t care for how the man would react. 

Arrogant and proud. 

Man: You’re making things difficult for me. This is just a simple game.

Victor: Even if I’m uninterested, you wouldn’t let us go. You’ve got too much nonsense. 

Man: ...

The man smiles, handing out the cards resignedly. After dealing the cards, he suddenly thinks of something, and balls one hand into a fist and taps it against the other palm.

Man: Since it’s a game, we’ll need a bargaining chip. If CEO Victor wins, that person will naturally give you what you want. If you lose... you’ll have to leave your life here. 

The air becomes incredibly quiet. I look at the man in shock. His eyes are crinkled, as though he just brought up a trivial matter. 

Man: Lady, you don’t need to be so nervous. It wouldn’t be fun if you’re too nervous. Why don’t we liven up the atmosphere? 

The man retrieves a set of darts, and Victor lets MC throw it

She refuses, but decides to do it after Victor and the man assure her that the dart game has nothing to do with the actual poker game 

With Victor’s guidance, she hits the bull’s eye

Victor and the man finally start the poker game

MC has no idea what’s happening

I have no idea what’s happening too since I don’t play poker, but I hope the translation makes sense: 

Both men flip over the cards in their hands. In Victor’s hand is a straight flush.

Man: CEO Victor, it’s not good to cheat. 

With a wave of his hand, a few men clothed in black suddenly appear, pointing cold muzzles towards Victor.  

Victor supports his head arrogantly, eyes filled with disdain. His cold fingertips tap the poker cards. 

Victor: Look carefully. This isn’t the club flush you deliberately swapped over.

The man freezes, then leans over to look. Seeing the black spades card, he suddenly bursts into laughter, clapping excitedly.

Man: As expected of CEO Victor.

Victor: Your techniques were too clumsy. Including these toys. 

The man isn’t angry. With a wave of his hand, the men clothed in black disappear. 

In the end, he finally sets aside his cynical expression. Placing his right hand behind his back, he gives a humble bow. 

Man: I should be arranging another meeting for you and that man soon.

While the man speaks, the guy who brought us to the bar appears. 

~

They return to the roadside 

MC: Victor, since this is the first time we met, why did you let me shoot the dart earlier? 

Victor: ...LFG is only a medium-sized enterprise. What reason do you have for running over and speaking so confidently?

I’m left frozen to the spot at his question. I turn my eyes to the end of the road, taking a deep breath. 

MC: Because I know that in the future, LFG will expand by a thousand times, and will become unbeatable in the market. It will have the ability to influence countless people. And you will become the driver of this force, so...

I speak my mind, and slowly lower my head as I continue with my words.

In front of me, I see Victor’s many faces - angry, frowning, smiling...

At the end, when I look up again, they form the face in front of me - somewhat young, and not yet humble.

So, I want to be remembered by you, and I want to become someone who’s most unique to you. 

I leave this sentence out, but I say it silently in my heart. 

There is a certain depth in his pupils. The spring breeze is gentle, as though something is slowly sprouting. 

Victor: You have so much faith in it?

MC: It’s not just faith. You’ll definitely do it. 

The corners of his lips turn up slowly. He places a hand into his pocket. In that moment, it seems as though all the brilliant lights in the world are in his eyes. 

Victor: Since you have the wild ambition of not losing future LFG’s investment, I’ll have to see what you’re made of. I’ll remember your words. I look forward to your performance. 

~

A few days later, Victor walks into a dark building. 

??: Welcome to Black Swan.

~

Eight months later.

I heard that Black Swan recently had a major change. A high-ranking cadre and a portion of the members left. The Board of Directors has also seen a reorganisation.

After many years, I’m now at the Black Swan building.

At this point, everything in the future has not occurred. The me of right now has not officially become a member of Black Swan. 

The empty meeting room is silent. Someone seems to be seated behind a barrier at the end of the meeting room.

MC: Sorry to bother you...

Just as I prepare to leave, an unknown device starts up quietly. The long table shrinks and becomes a normal desk. The barrier pulls open slowly.

MC: V-Victor?!

Clearly, in contrast to my shock, Victor is not at all surprised by my appearance. 

Victor: You haven’t shown me any positive evidence regarding your words before. 

Victor: Don’t forget what you said. 

Victor: Don't make me regret choosing you.

-

🌹 MOMENTS 🌹

Victor’s Post: Being able to draw a Straight Flush has nothing to do with hard work.

MC: Unlucky me is destined to never draw a Straight Flush...

Victor: You can play mahjong. 

-

Victor’s Post: Being able to draw a Straight Flush has nothing to do with hard work.

MC: I agree. After four years of fruitless hard work, I hope everyone won’t fall into this fiery pit.

Victor: Told you so.

-

Victor’s Post: Being able to draw a Straight Flush has nothing to do with hard work.

MC: Is there really no relation? Maybe there’ll be an improvement after five years?

Victor: You’ll still be this way after ten years.

-

Phone call: here

[scriptaed]

bygones of the sun. 05 (m)

genre: angst/fluff/smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

pairing: reader x hoseok;

length: 4.3k;

synopsis: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

a/n: a repost of my old fic!

The sun begins to set the minute you stride your way out of the dance room.

“Leaving already?” Keiko asks, looking up in the midst of rummaging through her duffle bag.

You pause, affixed a few feet from the door frame where Taehyung and Jungkook peer in from, “I, um... I have something urgent to do.”

Contrary to most people’s uninterested reactions, she raises both brows in genuine curiosity when Taehyung perks his ears and interjects with a chirp, “what’re you doing? Where are you going? Do you need help?”

“Uh, no,” you blurt out, furrowing your brows and eyeing the ceiling and door and everything but Taehyung’s pure circular and watchful eyes  in an attempt to fabricate some excuse. “I actually… forgot to lock my house.”

“You should hurry on back then,” Keiko grins, and the way only one corner of her lips lifts and a lighthearted laugh tumbles from her lips tells you your excuse might have been adequate in fooling the boys but not her.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later then,” you mumble under your breath with a pressed smile, nodding them goodbye despite seeing the pout adorning Taehyung’s lips. Ducking your head with your eyes glued to the floor, you shuffle in between Taehyung and Jungkook and through the door. Standing on each side of the door frame, you can practically feel their gazes following you as you inch forward step by step, wondering whether they’re staring at the disheveled state of your hair or the poor outfit choice you had thrown on in a hurry—

“Oh? Isn’t that Hoseok’s sweater?”

Shit, you had totally forgotten about it.

You whip your head around to find Jungkook staring at the black sweater which engulfs you from within, and it only takes you a split second and the strike of a hammering heartbeat to dismiss his suspicions, “no. It’s mine.”

“Nah, I don’t think Hoseok would lend her his clothes,” Taehyung waves his hands, “I mean, did you see them scowling at each other yesterday? Plus, it’s not like they’re dating. Right, Y/N?”

Your cheeks burn—imaginably, a bright shade of red—and you can’t help but run your fidgeting hands through your hair.

“Uh...” you hesitantly glimpse at Taehyung who smiles at you from ear to ear with cheeks raised before averting your eyes back to the ground. Technically speaking, you and Hoseok are no where near dating; in fact, the only reason you two are still acquainted is because of a stupid bet you made in the spur of a moment… or at least that’s what you tell yourself, because despite how many times you tell yourself otherwise, you know the reason you accepted his offer stems from curiosity, concern, and guilt over Hoseok’s hiatus as the school’s heartthrob of a dancer. So no, you two aren’t dating. It’s not like Hoseok would want to anyways, especially after hearing you mention the topic he despises the most. “...yeah.”

Jungkook cocks his head and cinches his brows, eyes never leaving the obviously and excessively oversized sweater, “oh, really? Sorry… my bad.”

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head and hastily excuse yourself, “see you later.”

Jungkook slowly nods his head, waving you goodbye as you lower your head and quickly make your departure. And despite verbally dismissing their initial suspicions, you can still feel their piercing gaze boring a hole into the back of your head as they questioningly glance at each other with a shrug of the shoulders.

Of course they’d notice; what were you even thinking when you first threw on this damn curse—albeit warm and comfy—of a sweater?

“Oh? Where are you going, Y/N?” you lift your head to find Jimin striding his way towards you from across the hall.

“Home. I have to do something urgent,” you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your left ear.

Jimin lightly laughs at your reply, nodding his head and passing by you only to turn on his heels right when he does so, “hey, I didn’t want to ask you this in front of the other two in case you got embarrassed, but isn’t that Hoseok’s sweater?”

Your eyes pop as you quickly whirl around to turn your back on Jimin and hide your cheeks which scorches with heat equivalent to blazing flames, because it’s not like his attempt at sparing you from embarrassment makes anything different; in fact, all it does is commence the second round of embarrassment for you. And when you think about all three of the boys noticing your choice of clothing while everything goes unnoticed by Keiko, you conclude the three boys truly are too similar for your own good.

You gulp down the knot in your throat before exclaiming, “for the last time,��no!”

“Okay! Have a safe walk home, alright?” he calls out in the midst of his laughs.

Throwing on the hood which indeed belongs to the one and only infamous Jung Hoseok, a fact which flushes overwhelmingly burning blood to your cheeks, especially when you’re bombarded by the scent of clean mint and spice, or rather, the scent of him, you scurry down the halls without another glance back over your shoulder.

But once you’ve scampered out of the building and into the cold, harsh air of the outside, away and hidden from curious eyes of the dwindling numbers of passerbys in the school, and once you’ve taken your final step out of the hall leading to the dance practice room where light seeps through the doors from late night sessions, you find the sun has finally set.

Street lights line and illuminate the sidewalk in its embrace of warm and welcoming hues of golden bronze, providing more than enough safety for you to roam around in the neighborhood, but the hastening of your footsteps and the panicking thoughts flooding through your mind tell you otherwise; after seeing where your careless curiosity and actions had gotten you into with Jimin and the boys, you devise a simple enough plan to complete on your own terms. You have to get home, change into anything but this damn sweatshirt, and get yourself to a state presentable to a boy who’s soon to come barging into your house uninvited—all to be done before Hoseok arrives.

But when you’re pacing down the streets with your arms crossed and your lungs huffing out quickened breaths showcased by the script of the cold, night air, a part of you dreads for the moment when you’re forced to discard yourself of this sweater. Unlike your bare legs, feet, and lips which quiver in the wrath of the freezing night, your arms, chest, and the entirety of your upper body remains wrapped in the warmth of his cotton sweater. As much as you hate to admit it, the scent which radiates from his sweater provides you with an odd sense of home and security as it shelters you from the weather and intermixes with the scent of freshly watered grass and petrichor.

And when you’re lost in your thoughts elicited by the soft, warm fabric of his sweater, you find yourself walking up your driveway when someone’s voice captures your diverted attention.

“About time you arrive!” a familiarly low yet bright voice calls out to you. Lifting your head, your eyes widen and a harsh pang of your heart against your chest floods you with panic as every part of you hopes he doesn’t notice the sweater you have draped over your body. Luckily, his gaze locks with yours, unamused and tired from waiting, and yet glistening ever so slightly at your arrival. With his body leaning against the wall by your door, he crosses his arms and taps his fingers against them like he always does, “so, where were you?”

“Is that any of your business?” you answer, rummaging through the pockets of the sweater to find your door key.

“Wow, sassy right off the bat,” Hoseok chortles, lifting a plastic bag filled with whatever he had brought with him, “and here I am, a gentleman, bringing you, who should’ve been bedridden, some food.”

Waving him off, you scoff at his remark and fumble with the keys until you realize how close he’s standing to you. And no, it isn’t the proximity of his heat radiating off your already burning cheeks that sends you into panic, but it’s the fact that he’s so close to noticing the sweater of his on you and the thought of a smug smile spreading across his lips when he registers the thought of you, who supposedly, and most certainly, despises him, putting on his clothes that causes you to interject when you can practically feel his eyes scanning you up and down.

“Well, at least I know you weren’t out on a date with some other guy,” he laughs, “or at least not with that outfit—”

“I went to the grocery store,” you blurt out, keeping your eyes on the door and your hands clutching the doorknob.

“Uh… huh…” Hoseok hums, head turning and leaning against the door frame only to meet the hood draping over your own head. “And so why are you coming back empty handed?”

Well shit, maybe he isn’t as dull as you thought after all.

“The store was closed,” you mutter.

“...fair enough,” Hoseok stands there in silence, with the exception of his fingers pattering against his gray sweater, each second which ticks by sends your heart racing in suspense. “By the way, why are you all buried up like that? C’mon, you can’t hate me that much, can you?”

“No, it’s possible,” you quip.

He snorts at your response before he coos, “but I haven’t seen your face in a while! I miss you!”

Hoseok’s hand reaches for your hood, his palm placing flat against the top of your head as he gently attempts to nudge it down only to have you stubbornly grabbing both sides of your hood to prevent it from falling; it’s not like you think you look bad per say, but having Hoseok specifically request for a glimpse of you makes you all the more self conscious. You’re sick. Your nose is red from excessive blowing of tissues, your eyes suffer from dark circles, and your hair is too much of a mess to present to others… but the thing is, none of those thoughts crossed your mind when you marched through school just a few minutes ago. So what is the difference now?

The two of you engage in a mini tug of war challenge until suddenly, all movement comes to a halt and you can no longer feel the force of his hand other than having it rest comfortably against the top of your head.

You can hear him smirk, “...hey, isn’t this my sweater?”

And it’s at that moment that you’re almost certain your heart had stopped and you could no longer breathe.

“No,” you mutter under your breath, finally twisting the doorknob and barging through your door. Whirling around, you attempt to slam the door closed before he could enter, but all efforts are fruitless when he skillfully sticks his foot in the small slit between the door and the remaining distance to the door frame.

“No, I’m pretty sure it is,” he erupts into cackles, “are you really going to shut me out of your house because you’re too scared to admit you’re attached to my sweater? Even when I brought you some food, thinking you were sick and not prancing around outside in my clothes?”

You grit your teeth and bury yourself and your reddening cheeks further into the hoodie, your entire body heating up at his teasing, “shut up or I’m going to lock you out.”

“Weren’t you going to do that anyways?” he quips from the other side of the door. You can just imagine the smug smile plastered across his face. “Open up or people will wonder why I’m at your house and I’m just going to have to tell them you stole my sweater from me!”

Whipping the door open, you turn to storm back into your house without sparing another glimpse at Hoseok, “fine, you win. Close and lock the door, will you?”

“Yes, love,” he chirps mockingly and does as you instruct as you roll your eyes.

Plopping down on your couch, you bury yourself under a bundle of bedsheets, covering half your face up until only your eyes can be seen. Hoseok’s heavy footsteps taps against your wooden floor and echoes across your house, and while you usually would scold Junghwa for jumping around in your house so loudly, you can’t help but become entranced by the eloquence of his steps akin to the heavy beats of a song blasting through small speakers of the dance room. And plus, as much as you hate to admit it, you like noticing these small things about Hoseok that others may not get to see.

“So are you ever going to explain to me why you’re wearing my sweater?” he asks, setting the plastic bag hooked on his slender, soft looking fingers onto the coffee table before you and plopping down next to you on the couch.

“Well, are you ever going to tell me why you quit the dance club?”

He pauses, and you can catch him pursing his lips in the corner of your eyes, “...touché. But I didn’t quit, I’m just taking a break.”

“Same thing,” you snort.

“And it’s not like I’m never going to tell you. C’mon, I promised you I’d tell you as long as you don’t fall for me,” he laughs before smirking, “but seeing how you’re already wearing my clothes, I don’t know if I’ll ever have to tell you—”

“Do you want to stay or not?” you groan, burying your face further underneath your blanket as you shut your eyes in sheer embarrassment.

Why does he always love to tease you like this? But despite the fact that your cheeks burn so brightly and your entire body radiates off heat from the increase of blood flow, you take pleasure in being teased by Hoseok. In a way, it makes you two that much closer, somewhat like friends, and somehow you start to wonder if you’re the only one he teases like this. But when you think about it more, you remember he’s known for playing with girls. You can’t let your guard down. Plus, he’s right about this little bet of yours. If you want the answer to your questions, then you’d have to win. And flustering like this is most definitely a step in the wrong direction.

“Fine, I do, I do. I’ll stop teasing now,” he chuckles, hands lifting to the hem of the blanket resting on the bridge of your nose. His knuckles graze against your already burning cheeks, sending blazes of fire across the surface of your skin as you gulp and your heart nearly jumps from your chest. So when he gently tugs on the blanket to tuck underneath your chin, you’re caught off guard and the blanket easily slips from your gripping fingers. And for the first time in a few days, you peer up to lock eyes with his own soft ones, too close for your own good. He gives you that charming lopsided grin of his, “no, really, stop covering yourself with all of that.”

“It’s your fault for not giving me a warning before coming over,” you mumble, barely able to breathe when the two of you speak eye to eye. “My face isn’t even presentable in this state. Sorry if you’re disappointed—”

“No, that’s not what I’m looking for,” he chuckles, cinching his brows at your remark. “I’m telling you to stop covering your face because I’m genuinely worried you’re going to suffocate underneath all that. Aren’t you hot?”

“...not really,” you lie, averting your eyes when the burning of your cheeks only push you closer to brink of sweating right then and there.

“Alright, if you’re too attached to my sweater to take it off, just feel free to say so. I’ll lend you my other clothes if you really want, ow,” he breaks out into a fit of laughs when you punch his arm and turns his wide eyes to meet your glaring ones, “hey, I’m just joking! I’m just trying to convince you to take that damn jacket off! It’s hot as hell in here!”

“But I look like a mess!” you exclaim.

“No, you don’t!” he scoffs in disbelief. “You look damn perfect to me! Now give me this blanket!”

Huffing at his persistence, you remove the hood from your head and throw the blanket off to the side. A rush of cold air brushes against your bare skin and relieves it from the previous heat of your sheets. Hoseok’s right, he could see right through you, because you really were dying underneath all of those sheets and clothing. And so of course, you cross your arms and refuse to admit it, but that doesn’t stop him from widening his eyes in surprise before smugly smiling to himself in triumph.

“See? Your hair looks effortlessly perfect. Your bare face is as breathtaking as ever. You look great, so stop hiding that pretty face of your from me, alright?” he quickly says, turning away to occupy himself with the contents of bags.

His sweet words come to him so naturally that you’re not sure if you should be ashamed of yourself for being touched. And even though your heart skips at his endless compliments, it’s impossible to deny the juxtaposition of the drop in your stomach when you realize you were looking for more of a reaction. What exactly were you looking for? Were you hoping his jaws would drop and all air would be knocked from his lungs at the mere sight of you? Aren’t you falling too quickly for his way with words and dancing yourself right into the palm of his hands?

“So why’re you here?” you take a deep breath and sigh.

“To feed my sick girlfriend,” he dips a plastic spoon into the bowl of congee, blows gently across the steam which evaporates into the air, and brings it to your lips.

You roll your eyes, “don’t call me that. We’re not even dating.”

“Aren’t we technically dating? Open up, love,” Hoseok furthermore teases, a snicker coming from his lips as he pushes the spoon against your closed lips. “Ahhh. Or are you going to be a baby and need me to pretend this is an airplane?”

“I have a cold. It’s not like I don’t have arms or some—”

—in goes the spoon.

“Good girl,” Hoseok coos, removing the spoon from your lips and returning it to the bowl of congee.

You hate to say it, but the entire situation and vibe he gives off would’ve given anyone, including you, the wrong impression. Here he is, a casual gray sweater and mustard colored snapback thrown on backwards in a haste to meet you, someone he’s supposedly seeing all for a silly bet, and feeding you some homemade food to his sick pretend girlfriend. Everything about him, his teasing, and the warm atmosphere of tonight screams of more than a fake relationship. But does he notice it? Does he notice the change in the air? The fact that he’s acting so damn casual and calm around you in your own house angers you all the more. Glimpsing back over his shoulder, he only laughs at your silent death glare.

“What?” he raises a brow.

“Nothing,” you mutter. Quick, think of something to get back at him. “Do you want to attend your club’s annual spring boot camp?”

“First off,” Hoseok frowns, placing the spoon back into the bowl and leaning back into the couch, “it’s not my club. Second, no, I don’t.”

“Why not?” you question, brows furrowing. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, a part of you still longs for the day Hoseok returns to the stage, and the bootcamp sounds perfect for that. “Jimin says they’re completely behind schedule and they don’t know what to do without their dance captain.”

“They’ll be fine. They can ask Keiko anyways,” he deadpans, glimpsing at you before adding, “Keiko’s our last dance captain.”

“...Keiko?” you repeat. It’s dumb for this to finally reoccur to you, but you had totally forgotten how Hoseok had first asked you out on a date due to a bet he had made with his own friends. You’re just a pawn in the midst of his plans in acquiring feelings from his ultimate goal. “...do you still talk to her?”

He quirks a brow, “not particularly.”

Odd. A contradiction to Keiko’s words. One of them had to be lying, and if you’re being fair, Hoseok is the more likely one.

“Just wondering, but do you ever regret quitting dance? Don’t you regret letting people down? Or is there anyone you wish you had gotten to know better?” you gulp when the words slip from you before you could take them back. “People from the club? People who were going to join the club?”

He glances at you with a raised brow before turning away to stare at the window absent of the usual sunlight flooding through across the two of you. “No. It’s not like I remember every single member.”

That’s a lie. As people had fawned over him for, he always knew the name of every single member.

“I don’t miss having people watching me dance. I don’t miss the stage.”

Another lie.

“I don’t miss trying so hard to recruit new members only to be turned down when they don’t show up the next day at practice,” Hoseok mutters, and you’re pierced with a sense of guilt. Is he alluding to you…? Does he remember you? Does he remember the fateful night you two had spent together only to let him come crashing down the next day? Or were you just one of many? “...but I do wonder where she went.”

She?

“Who—”

 “But let’s not talk about that anymore,” he gives you a small, lopsided smile, “you promised me, after all.”

Ah, something about his smile irks you to the point that your chest aches and your guts twist in pain. His smile. It isn’t genuine. It isn’t as genuine as it used to be. 

Hoseok chuckles in the midst of the silence, “actually… come to think of it, I did give you a warning. I texted you fifteen minutes before coming over. Why didn’t you reply?”

Looking over his shoulder, he finds you staring at him in silence. Hoseok quirks a brow at the parting of your lips that fails to utter a single explanation.

“...I didn’t receive your texts,“ you blink and he reciprocates your blank stare.

“Oh, really?” Hoseok raises a brow, eyes trailing to the coffee table where your phone lies.

Your phone.

Hoseok.

Your phone.

Hoseok.

Glimpsing between your phone and Hoseok, you immediately spring forward in a vain attempt to retrieve your device, for when you’re up and on your feet, you realize your phone is right in Hoseok’s hands. Raising his hands up above his head and high into the air where you fail to reach despite numerous jumps, Hoseok takes his own phone from his pocket to dial in your number.

And sure enough, his number and contact name pops up on your screen.

“Ew, Hoseok?!” he exclaims, mouth gaping at the name you had given him on your phone. “When did you change this because last time I remember it was just Hoseok?!”

“I changed it because it more accurately portrays my feelings towards you, hmph,” you stick your tongue out at him and snatch your phone back.

“Says the one wearing my sweater!”

“Hey, you promised you’d stop!”

“Then change it!” he exclaims.

The two of you wrestle around, tugging and pulling and pushing every which way in an attempt to win over the phone. But alas, as fate has it, the phone somehow flies off into the air across the room and the two of you collapse back onto the couch—you underneath Hoseok and Hoseok over you.

He’s too close. His nose just an inch from grazing against yours and his lips just a couple of inches from meeting yours. His eyes gaze right down and straight into your own wide ones, except his is unfazed. You gulp. You can feel his heat radiating off his body and onto yours, his hands by your each side of your head and holding him up from collapsing onto you. His heavy, mint scented breathing brushes across your lips, sending tingles down your spine, and his usual deodorant overwhelming you in a cloud of a dazed moment.

“Come to think of it…” he says, not budging a single inch. “You do look strikingly familiar…”

Your eyes pop open and he smirks in reaction, leaning in closer and closer by the second. Is he really going in for it...? You panic for what to do before your instincts calls for you to place a hand against his chest and push him away, “get off me already!”

Lifting his cap to run a hand through his hair and reposition his snapback, he chuckles and leans over to grab another spoonful of congee, “I was just joking around. It’s not like I was actually gonna kiss you or anything. Now finish this food or you’re wasting my efforts.”

He might’ve been joking around about the kiss, but something tells you he’s not quite joking around about the remark which slipped from his lips unknowingly.

And just like that, you spend the rest of your day with Hoseok. Teasing, laughing, smacking, and just being the two polar opposites that you are akin to the sun and the moon until the day ends the second the clock strikes midnight.

[damn-stark]

All the things that go wrong

Diego Hargreeves x reader

Requested by @thornyrose463 “Can you do a Diego Hargreeves one-shot where he’s dating the female reader who teaches karate at the karate dojo next to the gym and was a karate champion in her teen years and meets his family at Reginald’s funeral and they like her because she’s a badass and great at one-liners and she ended up in the 60’s and helped Lila break him out of the asylum and he has to carry her bridal style when they go back to 2019 because she somehow got knocked unconscious during that fight scene in the snow?”

A/N- I’m sorry I couldn’t fit all you requested, but for me to do so I would have to write a whole series not a one shot and I currently can’t sorry :(

Warning- swearing, talks of violence, angst

———-

There's a difference between crazy and insanely crazy and Diego’s family was the shining definition of insanely crazy.

Now maybe you’ve should’ve heed the warning Diego gave about his family before you got to meet them that day that would lead down a spiral of unfortunate events, but you loved him and were eager to meet the family he found at points intolerable.

Now it was you who found them quite intolerable. And the only reason why was because you were stuck in the 1960’s because of said family.

And sure they seemed to like you, thought you were funny and badass because of what you dedicated yourself to, but that didn’t excuse the fact because of them not only were you stuck in some time that wasn’t yours, but they were too.

One day you’re teaching at your Dojo and then the next you're lost and alone in the 60s trying to find a way to break your boyfriend out of an asylum.

“Like to run your mouth, smart-ass?”

You stop at the sound of voices and grunting coming down the hall, thinking to yourself that it could be Diego or just some random person. You could be wasting time or no time at all going to check. And if it was him you’d be a step closer to getting out, and if it wasn’t you’d be just as you are now, empty handed and with shorter time to look.

The only reason why you even considered going to look was because you were in fact short on choices and desperate to get out—Which is why you actually needed to just check.

And when you do the first thing that comes to sight is a big man falling to the ground unconscious, revealing behind him a smaller girl with short hair and a cheeky smile on her features.

“You’re not the only one who wants out, wolf man!” She exclaims to Diego groaning on the ground.

At the sight of your long lost, apparently now long haired boyfriend you can’t help but smile, “Diego!”

His head like the girl he called Lila snapped to look at you, his eyes unlike hers showing all the emotions that ran through his mind at the sight of you. He couldn’t find himself to say much at first but he then found his words and uttered only one thing. “Y/N?!”

Your grin widens and you run towards him, grabbing his arm while the girl grabs the other to help him up—“watch my shoulder.” He grunts, turning to face you, “how’d you know I was here?”

You smile and snake your hand from his bicep to his shoulder, “You’re famous.”

He scoffs leaning closer to you in attempts to kiss you after being apart for what seemed to be ages, and misses your hand popping his shoulder back in place until he felt the short but burning pain that caused him to cry out and forget the gesture he wanted to share with you.

Well only for a second, because you then stepped up and pulled him in for a short, passionate kiss that he wanted to deepen by moving his hand to cup your cheeks and press you closer; but before he could you pulled away remembering the audience. Even if you wanted it to last so much longer.

The girl is looking away and turns to face you once again, looking now rather stressed. Letting the thought of who she was invade your mind. But you don’t ask it out loud. Instead you turn to Diego, “we have to go.”

“Right,” he groans, not hesitating to walk with you and the girl at a quickened pace. Only stopping as at the end of a hall you had turned into was three tall men with big guns in hand.

“Go, go.” Diego whispers, pulling the girl and you back to begin and run away whilst also trying to find a way out and avoiding being shot at.

“Who are those guys?!” The girl asks, taking the words right out of your mouth.

“No idea!” Diego answers before he turns to a random room.

“Why are you stopping?” You wander out loud.

“We need a distraction.” Diego throws over his shoulder before he pulls something and alarms begin to blare, not waiting to break into a run and pulling the girl and you along. “Follow me.”

He guides you to another room that leads to the lower levels of the asylum. Not to take a break but to keep looking for a way out that he nor you knew.

“Which way?” Diego asked as you all came to full stop.

“Right.” The girl threw out.

“Why right?” You question.

She shrugs, “why not?”

“Okay.” Diego whispers before once again you’re running down the halls, stopping shortly thereafter however as Diego and the girl run into a pair of policemen.

“Thank god you’re here.” The girl exclaims, pointing back the way you came in a panicked manner, “three men just tried to attack us.”

The policemen of course didn’t listen and stood to their feet to point their guns at all of you. “Get your hands up, now.”

You gasp, “wait. You don’t understand we’re not the bad guys.”

“Shut your mouth!” The police snaps, making you frown and quickly kick him back, wanting to do more but stopping as Lila finishes by knocking him out.

“Where’s you learn how to fight like that?” Diego asks the girl.

She looks away from the policeman to look at Diego. “My mother.” With no second to spare she grabs yours and Diego’s hand to pull you away with her. Finally finding a way out of the building and stepping to the cold of night. Not necessarily stopping there and instead continuing to run as more police began to circle the area. Leading you three to hide in a lonely alleyway.

Finding only a short moment of peace.

“Where have you been?” Diego finally asks you.

“Lost until now.” You answer without hesitation, glancing at the girl who didn’t give you the right vibe. “I’m glad I found you, it’s been hard.”

Diego smiles, “yeah it has, but we’ll find a way out of here soon. I missed you.”

Before you could express more, the girl interrupts you, “I’m Lila and based on how Diego’s acting, you must be his...girlfriend?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m y/n.” You look away from her and awkwardly turn to Diego.

“How lovely. And how’d you two meet? Or rather how’d you get Diego from being so grumpy all the time?”

“No time for small talk.” Diego answered for you, grabbing your hand to pull you further into the alleyway. “We have to go.”

——

“My name is y/n and as you all may know I’m the one who teaches karate at the dojo next door,” You explain kindly, studying all the new training officers and the older ones standing across from you patiently waiting for your first lesson. “And today the chief of police has asked me to come give you all a short lesson.”

Murmurs spread amongst a small crowd of new training officers, their sudden giggling like a group of little kids gaining your attention and causing you to grow curious. “Is there something funny? I teach kids who are much younger than you and they don’t laugh as much as you.”

“It’s nothing.” A younger man that appeared to be around your age spoke up, the amusement he had still very much there.

You narrow your gaze on the man, noticing in that instant he did have an attractiveness to him and his charming mischievous smile.

“Okay,” you breathe, “well I do need a partner to demonstrate to everyone so why don’t you come, uh”

His amusement falters and he hesitates to answer, “Diego Hargreeves.”

“Hmm, well why don’t you come up, Diego since you appear to be uninterested.”

“Not uninterested,” he says as he walks up with a smirk spreading on his lips “not at all.”

——

Of course things had to go wrong, you should’ve not thought otherwise. Just like how things went wrong as you got thrown here, they went wrong now when Diego, his family and you tried to find a way back home.

And of course you should’ve listened to your gut about Lila. She was never good news. You were right.

“Guys!” You call worryingly looking out the barn window.

“What?” Diego asks first, walking up behind you with the rest of his siblings in tow. “Ah, shit.”

“What? Who are they?” Klaus wanders.

“Ones the handler, the others Diego’s and y/n’s friend.”

You scoff, “not mine. Diego’s friend.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Luther interjects, “they both look angry.”

“Yeah well our brothers have that effect on people.” Allison points out.

“I’m gonna go find out what they want. You guys stay with Vanya and the kid.” Five explains, causing Diego to follow along too. Both leaving to only be seen from a distance, left to wonder what they could be talking about. Actually wanting to know what they were talking about...until hundreds or maybe even thousands of people in suits began to appear out of thin air and Diego and five were running back.

Sending Luther, Allison, Klaus and you to run back and hide behind a cart with hay, ducking your heads and hoping that the other two were fine. That this would stop and you would go home. And perhaps you had your doubts on the siblings but now you knew no one else would be able to save you. Just them.

Or really Vanya.

She flew out of the barn and blasted out a blue energy wave from within her that took all the people in suits out. Leaving the siblings, Diego, you, The handler and the betrayer that was Lila.

Who apparently as you looked over to the field, had the same powers as Vanya. Shit—at the sight of a different energy wave coming your way, Diego’s siblings and you begin to back away. Albeit not making it far as you’re thrown back, hitting your head on the ground with a painful thud that left you paraylized for a couple of seconds. Seeing nothing but the white sky above, hearing just your shallow breaths until approaching footsteps hit your ear, making you think it was Diego, but not expecting that it was actually Lila.

You groan at the sight of her and manage to get up, expecting her to say something, but having silence grow instead—“are you okay? Or have you just turned into a popsicle?”

Lila scoffs, “you ruined everything. I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”

Feigning a smile you add, “ditto.” Before throwing your leg to kick her and send her stumbling back, but also grow angrier for a fight.

She proceeds to throw her fist towards you, but you catch it, trapping your arm with a quick move. “Don’t expect me to have some sort of remorse for you, I don’t like you.”

Lila smirks, “I don’t like you either.” She tries to grab your hair to loosen your grip, but you swiftly punch her back. Causing her to grab her bleeding nose and let out a small groan, not hesitating run forward and wrap her arms around your waist to slam your body on the ground, slamming your head against the ground again.

You try and get up but your surroundings get blurry and you lose balance, feeling everything around you spin, seeing her as nothing but a distant figure that begins to taunt you. “No remorse.”

Lila kicks you and this time everything just goes black…

——

“....wait so we stopped it?”

“My god, it’s over?”

Voices begin to register in your head as you slowly open your eyes. Waking up not seeing a white sky, but what appeared to be a high ceiling and Diego.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, “you’re finally awake, you had me scared for a while there.”

You groan, “what happened? Are you okay?”

He chuckles and let’s you go to your feet, since apparently he had been carrying you since who knows when—“we’re home.”

You blink and ignore your throbbing headache, “really? It happened? It worked?”

“Have a little faith.” You hear five remark.

You scoff, “I’m not going to lie, I actually had none.”

He huffs and begins to walk towards the living room. “I don’t know about you guys, but I need a drink.”

“Yes.” Luther agrees.

“In fact I need several.” Klaus adds happily.

“I’m in. I’m in.”

Managing a weak smile you grab Diego’s hand and spin to wrap your arm around his neck, “we’re home! I can’t wait to get back to the dojo!”

Diego leans in to give you a small kiss, “we’re home.” He pulls your hand off and guides you to the living room where the mood suddenly drops as Diego points something out. “Why is there a painting of Ben over the mantelpiece?”

“I knew you’d show up eventually.” A voice suddenly says, startling and causing you to go into an immediate fighting stance.

“Dad.” Diego mutters.

You gasp, “isn’t he supposed to be dead?”

“You’re alive?” Luther asks in a fearful voice.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” The old man questions.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right. I’m just happy that we’re home together again.”

“Home? This isn’t your home.”

Allison steps forward, “what are you talking about? This is the umbrella academy.”

“Wrong again. This is the sparrow academy.”

Footsteps approach and Diego pulls out his knife, pushing you back to only falter as the same guy from the painting walks inside the room. “Dad, who the hell are these assholes?”

Of course things went wrong. Of course!

[psychemeanscure]

PART 3 { Thanks Google Search for quantum physics meaning reference though I revise it for a bit. And Google translations for the Spanish words, though I’m not so sure by its accuracy. Lol! that’s all, okay bye! happy reading~ keke}

A gleam yet aesthetic lights of his Casino Hotel welcomed them as they both enter its futuristic hall, screaming with dominance. Greeted by his people while passing through the buzzing of gamblers of any kind, frivolously wasting every cents and ownership they have. The sea of expensive liquors, the sound of tokens and chips, the chime of jackpots and failures of losses. How she hated the sight of it and now she’s just one step closer to face the reason behind it. But only to flinch from another sight she can never get used to.

The chromic face of Jang Taeyoung endlessly playing to his initially Led TV. As she eyed him with abhorrence. “Do you really have to shout that cloy face of yours around this Casino? Tss.” she finally blurts it out while his usual arrogance immersed. “I’m the signature of my Casino myself, what can I do?” and the only thing she could do is cringe. “No. You are simply a narcissist yourself.” a hasty laugh was heard by him, then. 

“Come on, Honey. You’ve watched it many times yet you only learn it just now? I mean, who wouldn’t be? I’m enormously gorgeous man.” She hissed. Uninterested by his boasting but vexed from what he called. “Shut that Joder Honey of yours. I’m not a bee! Por favor.” decides to walk ahead of him instead, better than engaging his nonsense callings. 

He catches her pace anyway. As he stops by an open wine cellar, getting one type from a rack. “Should we have brought a champagne for him? This Berlin drink looks fi---“

His suggestion was abruptly halted, leaving the wine he’s holding put off on a center table just beside him. For he was dragged by her through the corner side of the cellar. Enough to spot that someone she did not expect. Him, being pressed on a column of wine bottles, trapped by his panicking volatile. 

“Qué coño? What does that bomber prosecutor even do here?!” her scoffing whispers came then, eyes still on the enemy’s sight. The man they called Mr. Kim who has a very suspicious guts on her. “Oh. Him? He’s the frequent sniffing fox I’m telling you about. Craving to catch you obviously.” As much as he’s enjoying their position, he had no choice either but to diligently answer her distresses.

Multiple curses start to blab from her mouth nonstop as the so- called fox is now nearly passing their path. Till a cunning idea came after him, sneakily touch her bare back. “You do aware that I am fully attracted to you, aren’t you?” and she knows what he possibly wanted her to do, that she’s now secretly cursing herself for wearing the said garment. Too late to regret her thoughtless moves, mind still stuck with hesitations that her stressed eyes keep shuffling between the taming man in front of her and the persistent enemy who’s eager to catch her no matter what.

“Mierda! I hate you.” Her firm remark before she finally gives in. Swiftly taking his collar to changing their position and crash her lips to his awaiting mouth. She knew she’s going to pay for it. But she’s left with no choice. That sniffing fox would never get tired to investigate her, and to be seen from the Casino is the least she would do. That in between the kisses, she intendedly opens her eyes to sight the prosecutor’s stands.        

Not until a sudden moan escaped from her lips that she had to close her eyes by his hungry kisses. She was too focused by the presence of her predator that she almost forgot her other predator. Right, Jang Taeyoung as he is will never accept a petty satisfaction as she only learns about his seeking tongue to enter hers. Only makes it worse when he starts to wrap his hands around her waist after deciding to press her more through the columns of wine bottles which also starts to make a sound of clinks from his move. Not long enough when his other hand begins to run through caressing her bare back to gripping her neck, up until finding a hold from the wooden feature of the wine columns.

“Hmm…”

And just like that, she lost it. Fully lost from the presence of her petty enemy, leaving her only focus to this taming man’s kisses. Scolding herself in mind but had to admit she’s liking it. She’s liking every touch of him that even her hands find its way uncontrollably wrap around his neck through stroking his hair, up to cupping his cheeks. Letting him experience the same intensity as she begun to push herself to kiss him back. Savoring each other’s taste. Giving in from the undecided touches. ‘I’m crazy’ a thought which only made her frown, yet she already meant. 

“Jeez. Get a room.”

That alone made her snap back from reality, that she forcefully pulls herself from his still eager kisses. She may not have been busted by the prosecutor only to be found as embarrassment. The fox failed to see her though as it already passed through them before she pulled out, but because of the already loud sound of wine clinks caused by them, it had to found out their sudden make-out.  

“F*ck!”  

He hates to admit, but he liked it too. The way her lips brushed into his was just exceptional that he even begins to put a liking smile in between their kisses. He wants more and he mean it. And as much as he wants to thank the bomber prosecutor for letting things happen, he hated him even for cutting it. For they can still hear each other’s breaths as his arms still resting in between her, while she’s not eyeing his glances like he does. “We better get going. Our guest must have waited for too long.” As he intends to get serious but his teases aren’t helping when his usual tilting of head and a smirking smile ignites. “I thought Gangnam Gal is five kilometers afar from Itaewon Guy? Then why does it feel too close today. Huh, Sung Eunyoung?”

“Save that for later, Jang Taeyoung.”

Her only stern response after shoving out from his trapping arms between her and with one last biting of his lips, he turns around with a face of a cold hunter as they both went upstairs for VIP Casino Hall to finally pursue their first mission.

~

“Señor Alcaziar.”

His first greeting of its name before urging for a handshake. “So sorry for being late, a little situation just happened unexpectedly. I hope it didn’t get you bored though.” His proceeding excuses as well. “I see. Not at all. I’m actually enjoying!” a calm but lively response of the Spanish old man before its eyes begun to dart on her.

“Ooh. And who’s this lovely Señorita with you?” They then both looking at each other as if a lovesick lovers head over heels in love. She, who is as if asking for his permission, only to be answered a motioning gentleman’s sign. And he, who swears if only a Grammy nomination will be offered to them, they surely conquer the award-winning title. Thus, as if on cue. Their workshop begins to roll.

“Hola, Señor. Allow me to introduce myself. Me llamo Amilia. Mucho gusto.”

As expected, an astonished reaction had appeared, while unlinking her hand from his arms and offer to the guest. “Mucho gusto. Me llamo Veeros.” The latter’s introduction as well, that even after accepting her handshake, a compliment follows by talking to him. “She’s good, eh?” And the only thing he did was to give him a proud smile. “But you didn’t tell me you’ll be bringing a date for tonight. I should have brought mine.”      

With a kinky smile, he went beside her placing his hand on her bare back. “Well, to properly introduce you Señor. This dazzling lady here beside me. My dearest fiancé, Amilia Martin.” so for the second time, their whipped staring game reenacts again, while the became out of place old man only had to react in awe from what he thought lovebirds that its eyes were stuck staring with the both of them. “Oh. Wow. Now that makes a lot of sense. So, am I Veeros Alcaziar proud to be father then?” its humorous response anyway by which cause the laughter among them anyhow. 

Still moved from the burst of laughter. The latter tries to bring back his composure though. “Wooh. That’s hilariously unexpected. Anyway, it’s really nice to meet you, young lady. Amilia Martin is indeed a beautiful name for you.” His complimenting remarks again, while she hated the fact that she needed to thank him for that.  

Amilia Martin. A name given by her foster parents since she became an orphan. She’s sorry for them, yet it became her disguised identity. Truth is, only few knows Sung Eunyoung, which includes the reckless man beside her obviously. The corporate world only knows Amilia, gone Sung Eunyoung. She loves to be called by that name anyway. But hearing it from the mouth of the enemy is a total exemption.

Meanwhile, a prying watch from Jang Taeyoung occurred. Eyeing the peculiar stare from their guest. For he had already felt it the moment its eyes landed to his volatile. Something he cannot describe yet fishy. And he didn’t like it. “I almost forgot, Señor. Here’s our present for you.” His prompt interruption indeed which led the latter to change its focus to him, as he handed the Berlin champagne he decides to took anyhow a while ago. “Oh, wow. Villa Di Corlo. One of my favorite as well. Thank you.” After accepting it and give to its assistant, the Spanish old man begun to sturdy clasping its hands. “So! Can we talk about business now?”

“After you, Señor.” His leading motion the moment they arrived to the front door of his office, as the old man is about to went in, not before realizing something. “Wait? With your fiancé?” Its off remark indeed. “Well… I couldn’t get a permission if not to her. So, sí Señor.” His response then after from looking each other’s eyes. “Uhuh. Partners in crime. Nice. Well then.” Thus their first conversation started.

The deal went smoothly. From sharing both terms and conditions to how each other’s transaction must be done. But not until the certain word sneak into the dealer’s mouth which led them to give each other’s meaningful look. “Narcotics, Señor?”    

“Sí, Narcotics. I’ve been searching for a great timing for it but didn’t get a chance. You know, being a busy man. But looking with our conversation today, I think I’m convinced to give it a go. What do you think, Mr. Jang? Young lady?” His indeed pertaining to the both of them, and grasping from her seat isn’t even much of help. He saw it otherwise, as her habit of flicking her nails didn’t survive from his sight as well. Thus, he had no choice but to do the safest thing he guess.

“About that Señor. I think we need to talk about it first. Seems like my Amilia here is a bit surprised by your sudden proposal.” And she thanks him for that. “Oh. I see. My bad. But no rush. I can wait. Just make sure you both talk it wisely, alright?” and the only thing they could do is smile, hiding the fakeness.

“Thank you for inviting me to your humble Casino, young lad. I had a great time.” With a final handshake he offered a hand. “And thank you for accepting our invitation as well, Señor. We had fun talking.” And so they both escorted him and bid goodbye.

“Mierda!”

As he expected. Her curses erupt, the moment the door shut closed. Stroking her hair at the back of her head. She’s frustrated, and he knows it. That he had to grab her car key from the valet. “I’ll drive you home.” Only for her to get it back. “I can manage.” But who is she lying, though? He wouldn’t be surprise if a news came up of her for over speeding. “I would rather not take the risk. So, just better sit peacefully and let me. “snatching the key from her again while forcefully pushing her to get in the passenger seat.

The ride indeed at peace. But too much peace that her nail flicking habit bothers him still. “Eish. Can you stop torturing your nails? What did they even do wrong to deserve your frustrations. Tss.” only to receive a crumbing look from her. “Shut up. I’m thinking.” With a heavy sigh, she ends up looking by the window instead. Not too long though when her thoughts aren’t even helping her at all.

“Urgh. I need a break! Maldita sea. Stop the car!”

She burst out indeed, that he had to stop the car as well by a bridge. Stomping out through the sidewalk overlooking the steady shore, as she released another of her heavy breath. Her, who’s only feeling the solemn air, gripping to the railings of the bridge. Him, who’s only leaning to her car, arms crossed while playing with his shoe. Just silence between them.

“I have something in mind, actually. Want to hear?”

Breaking the ice, somehow. She hesitated of course, but at the back of her mind, why give it a shot? And so she does. “Let me hear it, then.” She, who’s crossing her arms now. From focusing his eyes on his playing shoe, he darts his eyes to the overlooking shore as well. “If I were to ask, I rather accept his proposal.” His straight suggestion indeed, while she had to turn her head to him, unpleased by his words.

“Are you even---“

“Then you shouldn’t have started if you’ll have to give up anyway.”

And that snap her indeed, that even a fading ‘but’ cannot surpass what he said. She would not like to admit, but he’s right. And him, seeing her doubting face, decided to proceed his following invocations. “You think declining him ain’t do any suspicions? Tss. That’s a lamest excuse for a gambler, Sung Eunyoung. Whether you like it or not, we have no choice either.” Thus a surrendering sigh escape to her again, as her eyes went back to the overlooking shore. “I know. It’s just that… I did not expect things to go this worse.”

“Sung Eunyoung. Even gamblers need to expand. You’re in a business. You should have known that.”

Then another silence appeared. And by measuring her silence again, he began his final follow-up. “So? Are we in or what?”

And with one last deep sigh, closing her eyes. She finally gave in.

“Okay.”                                    

[libbysato]

intro to libby

Is that ELIZA “LIBBY” CAREY? Wow, they do look a lot like DAVIKA HOORNE. I hear SHE is a NINETEEN year old SOPHOMORE who is studying NEUROSCIENCE at Luxor University. Word is they are a REGULAR student who is FOR The Unhinged. You should watch out because they can be DOMINEERING and RESENTFUL, but on the bright side they can also be PASSIONATE and OBSERVANT. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.

funny how it all goes down, don’t be sorry when it comes around /// basics ///

Full Name: Eliza Kate Carey

Nicknames: Libby, Liz (her sister only)

Date of Birth: November 11, 2001 (current age 19)

Zodiac: Scorpio sun, Aquarius rising, Scorpio moon (also Scorpio mercury, Capricorn venus, Aquarius mars

Birthplace: Beverly Hills, California

Nationality: American

Languages: English, basic Thai, some French

Sexuality: Lesbian

Gender/Pronouns: Female, she/her

Course: Neuroscience

i’m like, oh my god, i think it’s karma / / / appearance / / /

Faceclaim: Davika Hoorne

Height: 5′9

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Piercings: Three in each ear lobe, and a stud in her left nostril.

Style: Libby favours basic clothes, but she always chooses ones which fit her well. She prefers a more androgynous style, usually pants and a shirt, often a button down, but is quite feminine with how she chooses to do her hair and makeup. She’s more of a jumpsuit or a tux girl when it comes to formal events, but she’s not above wearing a pair of heels - she quite enjoys the height boost, even though she’s already tall.

funny how it all adds up, when you’re always trying to push your luck / / / personality / / /

MBTI:

Positive Traits: Passionate, observant, loyal, determined, resourceful

Negative Traits: Domineering, secretive, jealous, obsessive, headstrong

Religious Beliefs: Atheist

Description: Libby, to put it lightly, can be a little intense. She’s an extremely determined person who throws herself into everything that she wants to do and any cause which she wants to support - however, she also has a tendency towards the contrary, meaning that any little thing that a person tells her to do, she immediately does not want to. She has to decide for herself, in absolutely all scenarios and without any outside pressure, that it’s something she cares about - any attempts to sway her, even gently, toward something are met with huge backlash. As a result, she can come across as someone with extreme willpower who is singlemindedly obsessed over certain topics, to the point of blocking out anything she’s uninterested in. In addition to this, Libby’s general demeanour is often miscontrued - she has an extremely dry, dark, deadpan sense of humour which frequently is taken more seriously than she intends, and as a result she is frequently misunderstood. It doesn’t help that as she’s extremely suspicious and distrusting, people misunderstanding her only make it more and more difficult for them to gain her trust, leading to her having very few people in her life she’s genuinely close to.

To be honest, Libby quite likes it that way. She’s a bit of a loner, she’s not afraid to spend time in her own company and she finds it preferable than pretending to like anyone she does not enjoy. She’s not afraid to push people away or tell them she doesn’t like them - confrontation has never been a fear of hers, throughout high school she was known for getting into fights - and she very selectively chooses the people she wants to give her time and affection to. Once she does like you, however, Libby is fiercely loyal - her not being intimidated by anything or anyone lends itself well to her becoming the defender for those around her, always sticking up for her friends and family. Her trust being so hard to win comes at a price, though. Libby is so distrusting that once you’ve lost her trust by “betraying” her - even in the tiniest way - she won’t ever give it back. She can be extremely cold when she’s angry, and will cut people out of her life and act as if they are dead to her with no warning and no opportunity to make it right.

i’m like oh my god, it must be karma / / / backstory / / /

Eliza Carey was born in Beverly Hills, the daughter of an American surgeon and his Thai wife. She grew up in a relatively affluent neighborhood alongside her sister Zara, who is four years older than her.

By all accounts, her childhood was a normal one for someone of their wealth. She attended a private all girls school, took ballet class, and watched her sister go off to Harvard. But Libby always had an unconventional and rebellious streak. It was one which caused her trouble throughout kindergarten and elementary school, where she seemed to be a rebel without a cause, rioting against teacher rules for no reason other than a distaste for being told what to do. Once she reached middle school and later high school, becoming more educated about the world around her, she began to channel that energy into various causes. Climate change, feminism, LGBTQ+ rights, a desire for socialism - for Libby, none of it was out of reach, and she would gladly have chained herself to some railings every weekend had she been permitted. And probably without the permission, if she had been able to drive to a good location for the chaining to occur. Libby just felt like she needed a purpose, a way to channel her rage and intensity, to make her feel less numb.

Of course, this caused numerous issues at home. Her father tried to remain supportive, pointing out that humanitarian causes were obviously a good thing. Her mother, on the other hand, was rigid in her desire for her daughter to follow societal norms and to shut up about all of this nonsense - and her attempts to tame Libby only resulted in Libby exploding further and further out of the box, constantly arguing with her, demanding the chance to be free and becoming angrier and angrier that she was not permitted to be herself. When Libby came out as a lesbian at sixteen and did not feel enough support from her mom, she ran away from home for the first time, and this continued for years, with Libby being brought back by force by the police. Frankly, it was a wonder she graduated high school with high grades - although she was fully aware her parents were making excuse after excuse for her absence.

By the end of it, Libby was barely on speaking terms with her mother, and she has absolutely no desire to be. It made the most sense in the world for her to escape California and head to a city with what she deemed “genuine culture”, and it seemed for her that Luxor was the perfect way out.

[pinepickled-om]

Why Is Your Room Like This

Pairing: Arbor (My oc) / Ayano (lunakurenai’s oc)

Tags: Dubious consent, tree fucking, penis-in-vagina sex, multiple orgasms, aphrodisiacs, restraings.

Can be read on ao3 under the same name.

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It was the middle of the school day, and there was no demon, human, or otherwise living being in sight.  The perfect time for Ayano to carry out her plan, regardless of how much Lucifer would scold her later.  This task was of the utmost importance, after all, and this was the only time a certain sorcerer would not be in the immediate area.  

Now, Ayano didn't want to make a habit of poking Arbor.  The man was hard to read, and she never quite knew if her pokes only tickled him or pushed his buttons- but this was important.  There were already two magically-educated humans in the Devildom, herself being the one with the least experience, and it was starting to get to her.  Between Arbor's frequent rituals to 'strengthen our bond' whatever that meant and Solomon's own obsessive research, she was starting to feel like she wasn't doing enough for her boys.  Plus, Arbor seemed the least protective of his material possessions out of the two- what's the harm in taking one measly little spell book?

She carefully twisted the knob on Arbor's door, which was located right next to hers, relieved that there were no protective spells or anything of the like on it.  It was... strange, living so close to Arbor.

For one, the man was far older than her, and it showed.  He approached life with a certain experience and confidence she herself couldn't manage, and looked unbothered through it all.  Not to mention that he viewed things like sex, demons, religion, and magic in a far different light than she herself did.  Plus, he was just so patient!  You'd think that living for a millenia or two would make him uninterested in wasting his time, but instead it seemed that he could wait for days, or even months on end for something to come to fruition.  Especially when it came to Ayano.

Mammon had said that Arbor was sweet on her, and... she could kind of see it.  For one, he'd said she was always welcome in his room- something no one except Mammon had offered her at the time.  He'd also offered his own abundant power and knowledge for her use to help with Diavolo's tasks and any pesky demons who wished her arm- and he was an incorrigible flirt.  

Hello, little dove.  How was your day?

You look stunning today, Ayano.  I love your hair

I got this dress from Asmo for you, I'd noticed you like this style

Do come over to my room later tonight, we can chat without any demons down our shoulders

A subtle kind of flirting, with a simple twist to the mouth and sincere expression that always made Ayano's heart melt.

Then there was the physical contact whenever they were near... it was kind of hard not to stare at Arbor's well-built body for hours on end when it was right there.  His chosen outfit was wearing nothing but the RAD over coat, tanned muscles lined with intricate tattoos on full display for anyone to see.  When Ayano had asked him about it, he'd said it was the culture- the naked chest look was reserved for only the most powerful, and old Devildom belief that it takes an unbelievably strong being to bear their heart for all to see.  

Now, Arbor wasn't automatically attractive- at least, not by Ayano's previous standards, but over time in the Devildom, he had become more and more handsome... He had deep set hooded eyes, where only dark green with a pool of gold could be seen through.  His hair was curly and cut in such a way that he looked like one of the Greek statues of old.  He had a hawk nose and sharp jaw line, full lips always twisted in a calm yet playful smile. Then there was his body... not built for aesthetics like you would see on Devilgram or on those dating TV shows, but rather for practicality- he may not have a rack of abbs, but when you felt his stomach, it was all muscle.  Then the happy trail that went from his belly button, paused to make way for Mammon's pact mark, and then lead the eyes further down…

Ayano tried to shake herself out of those thoughts as she walked in, but the man was hard to not think about.  Especially since the other night, she'd accidentally stayed out to late at RAD, and it had become night time.  The Devildom was already a dark and gloomy place, but during "night time" it became pitch black- even some demons couldn't see.  She'd dug out her DDD in a panic and phoned Arbor, the only one who was still awake at this hour, and he'd come over no problem.  

He'd settled a warm hand on her back and slowly slid it around her waist, gently caressing her side with his thumb whenever she got to antsy in the darkness as he guided her through the night.  She would never admit it, but thinking back to that night made her blush and turn non-functioning for a minute or two. Especially when she thought back to how he'd put her ice cold hands on his bare chest to warm her up from the Devildom frost... UGH she needed to stop thinking about it before she ended up staying in his room for hours thinking about those hands.

Ayano carefully made her way through the room, and couldn't help admiring the scenery.  Arbor's room was something straight out of a fairy tale, his ground was entirely grass and flower petals with a stunning stream flowing through it coming from who-knows-where, and his bed was carved straight out of a weeping willow.  Yellow flower buds seemed to be the theme today- the colors of the petals changed at Arbor's whims.  His closet was cleverly hidden between pine trees, and as far as Ayano had seen, Arbor simply stuck his hand in and whatever came out he wore.  His personal possessions were all the way in the back of the room, sitting on a mahogany desk lined with desert plants.  She'd briefly wondered, once upon a time, how so many plants from different climates could survive in the same place.  After seeing Arbor at work, she wondered no longer. 

She couldn't help but take a peek through the curtain of flowers to check Arbor's bed, some sort of Paranoia to make sure he wasn't lurking in the room somewhere she couldn't see

She gasped.  Whereas the rest of Arbor's room was in beautiful shade, somehow he'd managed to put together an illusion just after the wisteria curtain that showed the sky.  The sun shone down and illuminated soft, pink flower petals that lined the ground in a beautiful glow, putting the full wisteria tree on display.  It was ginormous, going on for as far as the eye could see in beautiful pink petals, sun filtering through it.  If Ayano wasn't convinced that Arbor was a fairytale prince before, she sure was now.

It almost felt like a shame to walk on this beautiful earth with shows, so she slowly toed off her flats, gasping as her bare foot came in contact with petals so soft they felt like clouds.  She heard birds chitter somewhere off above, and looked up in wonder.  Shoe's in hand, she walked further into the tree's realm, feeling pleasant and relaxed at the room's ambiance.  No wonder Arbor loved it here, he was living a dream.

Ayano slowly sat on Arbor's bed, cushioned by some sort of cotton(?) Possibly a plant she'd simply never heard of, and relaxed.  She still had time before Arbor came home, after all, so she could afford to wait.

That is, until a branch grabbed her leg out of nowhere.  Ayano yelped in fear, cursing her lack of awareness. It was a sorcerer's room, for fucks sake.  Of course he'd have defenses up the ass.  She tried to kick the branch off, but with each kick it only rapidly climbed up her calf, wrapping around her thigh, and then another branch shot out and wrapped around her arm, and another and another until Ayano was held spread-eagle in the air by dark, thick branches.  They were holding her so securely she doubted any amount of strength she could muster would set her free, and with each move to free herself they only wrapped more firmly around her.

It dawned on her, that now she was caught in a trap and likely wouldn't be let out until Arbor came home- if the sorcerer felt so inclined to let her go at all.

She tried struggling a few more times, if only to test the strength of the branches- but then they started to tear at her clothes, and with purpose.  Her shirt was the first to go, torn to shreds and leaving her in just a bra.  Then her pants were roughly torn off, and she spared a moment to be glad that shed dropped her shoes when the branch had grabbed at her.  She squealed, terrified as the branches on her legs wriggled their way up to her crotch, and that's when she realized they were being very deliberate in the way they were going about things.  She wasn't going to immediately assume Arbor was controlling them- Arbor had a habit of giving something an order and letting his magic figure out the rest- but it was none the less disturbing as she watched the very tips of the branches fuss with her panties, not taking them off, simply touching the fabric- and then touching her through it.

She watched in horrified fascination as the branches wormed their way under the band of the panties at her hips, as though to hold her in place without taking them off- and then a seperate, third branch came into view.  It was thicker and blunter than the ones cradling her hips, smooth in a way the other's weren't- but if she looked closely, wherever the branches were coming into contact with her skin were smooth, not a splinter or otherwise rough patch in sight.  Like the tree didn't want to hurt, only hold.  It made shivers go up her spine at the thought, Because if they were only holding, not hurting, one question must be asked:

Holding her for what?

Ayano found out seconds later, as the third branch slowly caressed her thigh.  She tried jerking away, get her cunt away from that impossibly large branch to spare herself the pain and humiliation, but the more she struggled the faster it made its way up until Ayano froze completely as it slowly rubbed her clit, only the thin fabric of her underwear between her cunt and the branch.  She flushed, letting out a startled moan, and the branch pulled away.  She tried struggling against the branches hold again, to close her legs or maybe move closer, she didn't know-and as though hearing her plea, the branch moved closer again, this time rubbing in between her folds with renewed fervor. 

She let out a needy whine as it moved faster and faster, only focusing on her small nub, the friction of her panties and the hard, unrelenting head of the branch rubbing her clit had hear nearing the edge soon, and she came with a loud cry, straining her thighs against the branches and wailing as the thick head at her clit only moved faster, and then moved further down to rub in-between her now wet folds.  She was twitching from the oversensitivity, and with every pleasured shudder that racked through her body the branch moved faster and with more purpose, rubbing her just right.  Tears pricked her eyes as she realized she'd just cum in mere seconds from a branch rubbing her clit- not even something human.

The thick, somehow warm branch moved from her twitching clit to her folds, now wet from just cumming.  The branch gently wormed its way between them, rubbing at the sensitive area with no rush.  Ayano whined and tried jerking away, but the branches only moved faster, and she let out a yelp as the branch tried pushing it's way further into her sopping cunt.

The branch immediately pulled away, and Ayano breathed a sigh of relief.  She definitely couldn't take a branch of that size, not now anyway.  Just as she began looking for a way out now that she wasn't distracted with a branch torturing her clit, another limb if the tree approached- this time from her head

This branch was different from the others in nearly every way.  For one thing, this branch was entirely pink from tip to as far as Ayano could see, whereas the others were dark brown.  It's tip also had some sort of flower bud, and it was leaking.  Ayano had only a few seconds to jerk away as it approached her face-

But then a branch came up from behind her to hold her by the neck.  She immediately stilled, not wanting to cut off her own airflow, and clamped her mouth shut.  The bulbous, hot pink/reddish bud came to rest at her lips, the peach-colored liquid dripping down her chin as it waited patiently.  Ayano felt her heart rabitting along in her ears, and then yelped.

The branch at her crotch had returned, rubbing her clit and the folds of her cunt with renewed fervor, and it happened.  She opened her mouth, and the bud plunged inside.

Ayano whined, knowing that while a branch fucked into her mouth and another caressed her cunt, she was wet.  The liquid the bud had been carrying was sweet, and it was slowly rubbing up and down her tongue.  Ayano whined, bucking her hips and biting down to try and get away from the branch's assault to no avail.

If anything, they only sped up their ministrations, the thick branch at her cunt abusing her clit just so, and the one in her mouth fucking deeper and deeper, both drawing obscene sounds from her.  She came a second time, shuddering violently and squirming as the branches didn't slow down for a moment, practically wailing around the thrusting bud in her mouth as the branch down below sped up it's attack on her cunt.

Her eyes widened and she forced herself not to choke as the bulbous head of the branch shoved deeper into her mouth and settled in her throat.  It was so large, stretching open her mouth like it was just another hole for it to mess with- and a hole it was enjoying quite a lot.  She shivered as warm liquid began slowly flowing down her throat, her entire body going hot at the sensation. Ayano had no clue what it was that was being injected into her, she could only stay still and close her eyes tightly.

It was hard to stay still, though, as the branch at her cunt continued at it's relentless pace, rubbing her soaking wet cunt like there was no tomorrow, and it had now taken to flicking her clit instead of directly rubbing it.  Each flick made her flinch and moan, and she could almost sense how much joy the tree took from that.  The thick branch prodded at her wet entrance again, as though pondering whether it should try again- it decided yes, and due to Ayano cumming so many times it was able to fit it's fat head into her cunt.

Wait.

When did this thing have a head?

Ayano hadn't been able to to look down at the branch caressing her cunt ever since one had come up to hold her neck in place, so she hadn't noticed when it morphed.  It now had a fat head reminiscent of a cock, and ridges along it's side that were perfect for rubbing against the sloppy inner walls of a cunt.  Ayano whined as the head wiggled in her cunt, seeming to know she couldn't take any more but not quite willing to stay still.

Another branch came up to continue the assault on her clit, much thinner this time and somehow much less merciful than the blunt tip of what was now lodged in her cunt.  Her panties were a wet, ruined mess by now, no doubtedly tearing or unsalvageable after she came twice in them and then had it stuffed up her cunt when the branch didn't bother to move it.

The branches then began fucking her in earnest, rocking her between them as other branches came to support her back.  Ayano shivered as she felt the branches slowly crawl up her spine, creaming around the wooden cock head lovingly rocking into her.  It almost made her laugh at how gentle the tree was being- almost like it was making love to her.

She snorted at the thought and nearly choked on the bud in her mouth.

Ayano was just starting to get used to it- enjoy it, even- when she heard a door open.  At first she froze, looking to the curtain of wisteria with fear.  Who knows, maybe it wasn't Arbor.  Maybe he wouldn't even come in here, it was his bed after all and no where near night time.  

Of course, she had no such luck.

A familiar, tanned hand brushed the yellow petals aside, and a head of green, curly hair ducked into the tree's domain.  At first, Arbor didn't see her- or at least she thought, but Arbor had a distinctly amused smile on his face as he got closer.

"Well, I was wondering why my magic was acting strangely.  It seems I've caught a little bird."

Ayano struggled against the branches harder than before, but they only renewed their thrusting with a new, pointed energy.  She suspected it was because the source of their power was nearby, or maybe Arbor himself was making it so, but the branch at her cunt shoved a good way in, rubbing against her sweet spot, pulling out, and then abused it.  The bud thrust deeper into her throat and then pulled out completely, leaving her throat empty, and lonely came an absurd thought.  She coughed a few times, and then let out a long, keening moan as the branch at her clit slapped the sensitive bud.

Arbor only watched on with a sympathetic and amused smile, making Ayano flush from ear tips to chest.  He was standing there watching her being split open on a creature of his own making, moaning obscenely as it fucked her silly.  She couldn't help but stare at him as the branches shifted her to their whims, the new angle making her pant out lewdly and her eyes rolled back into her head.  She thought she heard Arbor give a soft coo, though between the loud, wet slaps of the branches at her cunt and the needy moans falling from her lips, she could hardly hear.

Another orgasm wracked through her body, and she spasmed around the thick branch obscenely.  From where Arbor was standing, he had a complete view of her cunt being pounded with the branch, of her clit being played with by another, and the one holding her neck and thighs to keep her in place.  His eyes raked over her, taking in her still-untouched bra, her mangled panties still somehow hanging onto her hips, and finally her wrecked face.  She tried to close her mouth to keep the moans from slipping out, feeling humiliation crawl up her spine at the lewd noises she was making in front of her friend- but before she could, the bud came back and the sticky liquid it carried gushed out of it's bud and filled Ayano's mouth to the brim, forcing her to swallow it down else it would all drip down her face and chest, though it did that anyway from the sheer volume she tried to swallow down.

"They're telling me you've been a good human for them, though a bit naughty before they got their hands on you.  Care to explain?"  Arbor said lightly, still wearing that sympathetic-amused face.  Ayano felt tears prick her eyes, embarrassment flushing her chest.  How did he expect her to answer him when being fucked by a branch as thick and long as her forearm, having her sweet spot abused, and swallowing down a tree's sap? She closed her eyes and whimpered as the small branch played with her clit, flicking it, rubbing it, and now slapping it.

Arbor sighed, and then seemed to decide to take pity on her.  He approached with that same confidence he always wore, and gently put a hand on her chest, right over her heart.

"Stay still."

Ayano immediately obeyed his command, stilling completely even as she moaned around the sap still pouring into her mouth and the branch fucking her cunt.  He cooed some mindless praise, and then took her jaw in his fingers.  His dark green eyes, with pools of pure gold looked deep into her own dark ones, a gentle look all over his face, and she managed to relax even a little bit.  That is, until he spoke.

"Moan."

Ayano froze, looking at Arbor like he was insane- he probably was, now that she thought about it.  Arbor simply batted the branch at her face away, causing the peach-colored liquid to spill all over her, covering her face, breasts, stomach, and even a little bit of her cunt with the sticky liquid.  The branch caught some of the liquid, pulling out of her to do so, before fucking it into her.  It set her on fire, and she moaned obscenely.  

The branch at her face finally pulled away for good, the peach-colored liquid finally stopping it's down pour, and she breathed a sigh of relief- then flushed. She shook her head at Arbor, trying to squirm away from his firm grip, and he only chuckled.

"Well, it's up to you.  If you moan, it'll go away."  He said, sounding resigned. Then his eyes sharpened, and he smirked down at Ayano.

"Though, if you keep struggling and don't make a sound, I'll take matters into my own hands."

She immediately stilled, giving him her best puppy eyes, and he chuckled fondly down at her.  The branch continued it's relentless fucking of her cunt, her slick dripping down it's broad length.  It tore one more orgasm from her that she couldn't help but scream through, wailing from the overstimulation of her poor cunt.  Luckily, Arbor didn't seem to mind, and gently rubbed her stomach.

"Alright.  Since you've been so good, I'll help you out."  He promised, smooth voice calming her beating heart just a little bit. Arbor kneeled down, and Ayano squealed as the branches maneuvered her until completely upright, still held firmly open by the branches as the thick cock-shaped limb fucked her with the same fervor it had previously, not slowing at all.  The dark haired girl whined down at Arbor, and he only cooed.  The thin branch that had been torturing her clit finally, finally moved away, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.

That was, until Arbor took the sensitive bud into his warm mouth and sucked.

Ayano keened, drying to jerk away from his demanding tongue as he laved it over her clit, sucking and licking at it while all the while her cunt was being filled again and again by the branch behind her.

"Arbor...." She whined, voice stuttering with each harsh thrust of the branch into her hole.  He hummed around her clit, and she desperately tried to jerk away before she came one more painful time, only causing the thick cock-branch to thrust deeper and faster, wrecking her insides and stretching her open perfectly.  Something was coiling deep in her gut, different than the other times she'd cum from the tree's ministrations, and panicked as she begged Arbor for relief.

"P-please, I ah! I can't, I- I'm gonna- ARBOR PLEASE!"

She gave one, long, high-pitched moan as she came, squirting into Arbor's waiting mouth- which was still working her clit- and all over his face.  She whined in humiliation and her poor, overstimulated cunt had no success in forcing the wooden cock out of her cunt, the tree simply fucking her through her orgasm and held her hips and legs in place.  Ayano felt shameful tears streaming down her face, and looked down at Arbor between her thighs- despite the fact that the branches had a firm hold on her ankles, she'd still managed to slam her thighs together, trapping the man's face right on her twitching clit.  

She slowly moved her thighs away from his face, looking away shamefully.  Ayano noted, with no short amount of relief, that the branch had finally stopped pounding her cunt, instead having taken to staying completely still inside of her. Her hips and pussy were sore, filled to the brim with the branch as she still gave the occasional clench.  She finally brought herself to look at Arbor, who seemed to be examining the mess she'd just made of herself.

"Arbor!" She said, flushing deeply.  The man only glanced at her face before going back to his careful examination of her cunt.  Suddenly feeling a flare of panic in her chest, Ayano opened her mouth again.

"Did- did it do something to me?" She asked, voice coming out as scared and weak- no doubt because of the abuse her throat had just gone through.  Arbor chuckled lowly, amused and lighthearted despite the fact that she'd just squirted all over his face.

"Yeah, it did something to you alright."

A warm hand came to gently rub at her thigh, and Arbor gave a soft kiss to her belly button before rising completely.  Ayano gaped at him, and would have struggled in the branches grip if she hadn't feared it would begin torturing her sensitive walls if she moved.

"Well?! What did it do?" She asked, glaring at the nonchalant man.  Arbor grinned down at her, the tips of too-sharp-to-be-human k9's peaking out from his lips.

"It fucked you pretty good." He said appreciatively.  "Though I'm still a bit lost on why exactly you're in here- maybe Satan told you about this?" He pondered, and before Ayano had a chance to vehemently deny, Arbor forged on.

"Well, if you came here on purpose for this, I should probably fix it up so it doesn't take your clothes- thought watching you go streaking in the hallway would be kind of funny."

As Arbor turned his back on her, Ayano felt dread build up in her stomach.

"Uh, Arbor?  Are you gonna let me go?"  She asked, sounding pathetic and drained.  Arbor only laughed quietly, continuing to walk away from her.  Just as Ayano was convinced he'd leave her there, he stopped right at his tree, and...opened it?  An alcove opened in the side of a tree, and Arbor pulled something out.

"Ayano, I must admit- you look adorable like that.  So maybe until you figure out the trick to it, I'll leave you there.  Now, as for me..."

And then Arbor opened the book and sat down on his bed.  Ayano could only gape at him, shocked to her core.

"You're not even going to clean yourself up?" She said, focusing on the one thing that wouldn't make her scream hysterically.

"Nope." Arbor replied, popping the p.  "Actually, now that you mention it..." He said, before he brought a hand to his face and gathered Ayano's cum on his fingers, before slathering it on the cover of the book as the dark haired girl watched in horror.

"ARBOR! What are you-"

Ayano's horrified cry was immediately cut off as she felt a tugging in her gut- different from what it felt when she was cumming, though not completely dissimilar.  She carefully looked down at her stomach, and saw Mammon's pact mark right under her belly button- where Arbor had his pact mark as well. 

"There we go.  Lucifer was telling me you were taking interest in magic, so I figured I'd give this to you.  It's pretty simple stuff, just follow the instructions exactly and only use Mammon's power." Arbor said, as though he hadn't done the weirdest fucking thing Ayano had seen in a while.

"Why....?" She asked, unable to finish her question.

"Well, Mammon is by far the most lenient and easiest demon to work with if you're a beginner- if you need a frame of reference, Solomon learned how to do this with Asmodeus and got booted across an ocean."

Ayano felt sobered learning that.  She of course knew that working with demons and magic was dangerous, but... Asmodeus did that?  She must have been making a strange face, because Arbor snorted.

"Don't worry, he is very different now- though I wouldn't test him.  Just stick with Mammon.  Now, I'm gonna leave it right here, okay?  And you're gonna help me with something."  He said, putting the book down on the nightstand.  Arbor then walked over and put his arms around Ayano's back, uncaring for the mess all over her, and the branch immediately pulled out of her cunt and dropped her in Arbor's waiting arms.  He set her down on her side, flush with the soft petals that made his mattress.

"This is a favorite of Lucifer's and Asmodeus you see, now be warned it's got a bit of alcohol in it but only the Devildom kind."  He said, bringing out an elegant, peach colored bottle with a strange dispenser(?) at the very top.  THe bottle had a thin neck that flared out into a round bottom, with a flat base to set down- and the entire thing had some sort of swirling, peach colored liquid in it- with a lot of yellow.

"It won't be exactly like what Lucifer and Asmodeus like, since it's my own blend and all, but you should be grateful for that.  Drinking the stuff they like could put you out of commission for weeks."

Ayano rolled her eyes.

"Can I at least have some clothes first, Arbor?" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest- the only thing keeping her breasts from being on full display for the man was her bra, and that was it.  He'd already gotten a full view of her cunt as well, though Ayano couldn't help closing her sore legs as tight as possible to protect what little modesty she had.  

Arbor tilted his head thoughtfully at the question and Ayano was sure he was just teasing her now- but then...

"No." He said decidedly.

"No!?" Ayano parrotted.

"No."  Arbor said again, this time with a smile.  He pointed a finger at Ayano's covered chest, and the dark haired girl tried to sit up.

"Ah ah~  I wouldn't do that if I were you.  The tree did a number on your ass, and I wouldn't want you actually hurting yourself." He said, his calm matter-of-fact words stilling Ayano for just a moment- but just a moment was enough.

Green magic shot from Arbor's finger and hit Ayano's bra before she could so much as blink- and then it disappeared, reappearing in Arbor's hand.  He held the bra loosely in his hand, and Ayano flushed.

"H-HEY!" She said, watching as Arbor turned it this way and that as he examined the clothing.  It was soaked from when she'd been splashed with the tree's peach liquid, but surprisingly intact.  Before she could get over the fact that her bra was in Arbor's hands, he pointed a finger at her panties and they too appeared in his hands.

"Oof, I should probably buy you new ones.  How do you feel about green?" he said, holding the wet, mangled fabric in his palm.

"P-please let go of that!" She said, unable to decide if she should move her arms to cover her embarrassed, flushed face or keep them in place to cover her now free breasts.

"No, I will not." He said smugly, bringing the panties up to his face as though to slowly examine it.

Ayano could only watch on, mortified, as Arbor brought the thin fabric to his face and sniffed it.  Ayano may have screamed, she didn't quite know, but she knew she did one thing.

"PERVERT!" She wailed, picking up some of the stray flower petals and throwing them at him.  They obviously did nothing, but it did succeed in getting him to stop smelling her fucking cummed on, fucked out, used panties.

But then he put it in his mouth.  Ayano was sure she'd pass out.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!?" She yelled, throwing more petals at him- though for every one she threw, more simply took their place.  Arbor only chuckled, lapping up the stray slick that practically dripped off of the wrecked fabric.

"Mah, why do you keep throwing those at me?  I can't help that I got a taste earlier and now crave more." He said, pouting.  Ayano sputtered at him, rubbing her legs together.  Though it was extremely odd for Arbor to do, her clit still remembered what if felt like to be taken lovingly into Arbor's mouth and be sucked so perfectly. 

"Hmph!  Just give me the damn drink- and let go of those!"  She yelled, risking reaching one hand out to accept the bottle from his hand.  Arbor handed if over, and then promptly took to holding the ruined panties between his teeth as he admired her bra.  She considered just throwing the damned spell book at him and walking away, but all things considered, he could be doing a lot worse than just teasing her, however strangely he's going about it.  

She petulantly brought the tip of the bottle to her lips and tipped her head back, and felt mild surprise when the liquid didn't drip down.

"Here, let me help you."

Arbor dropped the panties from his mouth, thankfully, and the bra, approaching Ayano with a confident stride.  She tried shying away from him, but he just picked her up and sat on the bed, settling her down back to his chest.  He almost cradled her, a full 9 inches taller, and Ayano fit perfectly under his chin and between his shoulders.  Arbor snatched the bottle from her hands and held it up to her lips, but Ayano shooed him away.

"You're the worst!  Just tell me how to do it." She grumbled, trying to take the bottle back.

"I'm the worst, am I?" Arbor replied teasingly, before wrapping her up in his arms and peppering kisses all over her face and down her neck.  Ayano squealed in his arms, jerking around as the sloppy kisses tickled her badly.

"Okay, OKAY!! I'll be good, just giggles stop!!!" She said, laughing the whole while.  Arbor did indeed stop kissing her, but his teasing simply never ceased.

"I see, I see.  Well, I didn't ask you to be good, but if you're offering..." He whispered in her ear with a sultry tone, before licking her face.  She squealed, squirming in his arms to no avail.  

"Now, be good and put this in your mouth.  It works like a straw, so just suck it out." He instructed, arms still wrapped around her in a bear hug.  She let him place the tip of the bottle in her mouth, and she gave a tentative suck to the protruding tip at the top, sucking the thick, sweet liquid into her mouth.  She was surprised, since it tasted a lot better than most of the alcohol she'd tasted in the Devildom- not to mention that it warmed her up from the inside.

Ayano closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of the warm liquid going down her throat and through her body, lapping happily at the tip of the bottle.  She giggled as more of the peach-flavored liquid filled her mouth, enthusiastically licking it again as she was rewarded with more of the delicious nectar.  Arbor chuckled warmly behind her, placing a fond kiss to her temple, and Ayano leaned into it, never once removing the bottle tip from her mouth.  She never knew it was so fun to lick and suck something like this!

Before Ayano knew it, the bottle was empty.   She pouted at the empty glass, looking up at Arbor with puppy dog eyes. The man was looking down at her with nothing but affection, and then playfully bit her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, dearest, but that's all I have for you.  Though, it seems you liked it a whole lot..." He said, one large hand trailing down her sap-stained stomach to cup her cunt.   She tensed, expecting to feel the tell tale overstimulation, but there was only the feeling of Arbor's hand over her hole.  She tilted her head in confusion, and Arbor slowly dragged one finger through her folds, coming up covered in her slick. Ayano made a noise of confusion, and looked back at Arbor.

"Don't worry- after a few rounds, you'll be right as rain.  Now open up~"

Ayano was indeed confused, but she didn't quite know why.  She could only spread her legs as Arbor had asked, hoping he would explain.  She gave a needy moan as he slipped two fingers inside her easily, gently scissoring her already stretched hole and rubbing a thumb over her clit.

"I'll admit, it did make me a bit upset to see you'd broke into my room- but once I'd seen what you'd gotten up to, I felt a lot better.  Feel free to sneak in here any time you're feeling stressed.... or pent up...." He cooed into Ayano's ear, adding a third finger and listening happily as she rocked her hips into Arbor's palm.  She looked up at him, confused doe eyes looking into his own, and he took pity on her.

"You see, what you just drank was an aphrodisiac.  It makes you feel good and replenishes your stamina.  That's why you're wet right now." He explained calmly, using the hand that wasn't fitting a fourth finger into her needy cunt to cup her breast, gently rolling her pert nipple in his callouses.  She moaned, puffing out her chest into his hands, and Arbor playfully bit her ear.

Arbor, now satisfied she was properly stretched, gently hooked his arms around her knees and pulled them to her stomach.

"I'm gonna put my cock in your hole now, okay? Just let go and let me take care of you." He whispered into her ear, kissing her cheek as he rubbed his cock head through her wet folds.  She keened, low and animalistic, and tried to rock down onto Arbor's waiting cock.  The man held her firmly in place by the knees, and slowly pushed his cock inside at his own pace.  

"Tell me how you feel, lovely." He cooed, pushing one inch after another into her tight cunt.  She was so small, being held against his chest and spit open on his cock.  He wanted to bundle her up in a blanket and just lovingly mouth her breasts until she was a pliant, writhing and moaning so sweetly for his attention.  He suspected he would get what he wanted soon enough, though, as he finally bottomed out in her wet heat.

With no pause, Arbor braced his feet on the bed and slowly pulled out, making sure to rub her sweet spot as he went.  She squealed as she was lifted off of the bed, only able to lean on Arbor as he thrust his cock in all the way.  Lewd sounds fell from her mouth, tongue peeking out as she reached up to pinch her own nipples between thin fingers, thighs quivering.  She looked delicious like this, and her cunt was clenching wildly around the girth of his cock. Ayano whined needily, and Arbor took that as all the motivation he needed to begin fucking into her in earnest.

He slapped her sensitive little clit without mercy, smiling with a sick kind of joy as she cried out in pleasure, cunt spasming around his cock helplessly from the sudden abuse.  Her whining moans egged him on, and he steadily pounded his thick cock into her.  It amused him how every time he pounded his tip into her cunt and his balls slapped against her cute ass, her moans would stutter accordingly.  Even without the aphrodisiac, his cute little cock slut was so sensitive.  Overwhelmed with affection, he placed a loving kiss to her temple.

Arbor cooed as he felt her walls frantically clench around him as she came once more, mouth open and pink tongue lolling out as she moaned.  Her thighs quivered, cute little cunt clenching around his cock.  He paused to let her finish, thumbing her little clit with affection and groping her breast.  Once he felt her needy cunt stop trying to suck his cock deeper, he began ramming into her again.  Every time he slammed his cock into her wet heat, he slapped her clit, using her squeals and pleasured cries to egg himself on.  He laughed as he felt her cum once more, this time not stopping and simply fucking into her spasming cunt, lovingly flicking her sensitive nub.

 Finally, once he felt Ayano cum around his cock for a third time, he came into her wet heat.  She cried out, babbling obscene nothings.  She begged for more, wiggled on his cock and praised that too, brought Arbor's hand to her breasts and demanded he give them attention- Arbor was all too happy to oblige.  He pulled out once and for all, and hurriedly flipped Ayano onto her back and amused himself with pushing his cum back into her needy cunt.

Ayano was, of course, unsatisfied.  She tried pushing her sloppy, cum filled cunt onto Arbor's fingers each time he pushed his cum back into her hole, and each time he cooed at her to calm down. After the fourth time of pushing his cum into her wet hole, he pulled his fingers away from her completely and latched his tongue onto her clit.  

He sucked, licked, and even nipped at her pussy.  She held his head down as he sucked at her little nub, and each time he gave her clit the attention she craved.  It was only right, after all, as he had made her such a needy mess in the first place.  She was going practically cross eyed with how much she wanted to cum into his mouth, and to be honest, the thought of lapping up Ayano's cum for yet another time that day made him groan throaty and deep in his chest, and he ground his cock into the mattress.  He nipped gently at her folds, lapping into her sloppy cunt as an apology.

After one final suck to her sensitive bud, she squirted again.  Arbor happily lapped it up, uncaring as his face was cum on for the second time that day.  He happily held Ayano's hips down as he continued to relentlessly lave his tongue over her weeping cunt, playfully biting her thigh when she finally finished.   It seemed Ayano had a habit of slamming her thighs shut when she came, and although the sides of Arbor's face were smarting with pain, he found it incredibly endearing. 

Finally satisfied, Ayano slowly blinked the peach haze from her eyes.  Arbor grinned up at her, crawling up her small face to try and steal a kiss,  He managed one small smooch, before Ayano's senses came completely back to her.

"Huh- ARBOR THAT'S GROSS!" She squealed, futilely trying to push his face away as he went in for more smoochies, making sure to rub his cum-stained face on hers.

Once Arbor was sure that Ayano's face was properly covered in her own cum and his, Arbor hoisted her over his shoulder and walked to the pool bath on the other side of the tree.  Slowly, he lowered the both of them into the water, settling Ayano down and grabbing a nearby bath kit to begin his after care.  He gently ran the soft towel over her skin, taking mint-scented soap and generously pouring it over her body.  Then he promptly summoned a duck and threw it on her, laughing as she screamed.

Life was good.

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stephanie perkins: ‘anna and the french kiss’

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Then again, if you’ve read any YA book, ever, it’s fairly obvious what’s going to happen.

I was going to go easy on this book; I really was. It’s really unfair how media aimed at a female demographic is seen as frivolous and vapid, and more often than not bashed and bullied when it comes to reviews. “People actually enjoy this crap?” ask the powers that be. “It’s worthless! Pulp! Dreamy-eyed nonsense only complete nimrods could ever like!”

And I take offense to that. There’s nothing wrong with liking romance or happy endings or stories about cute European boys. I was ecstatic when I stumbled across Anna and the French Kiss upon a chance trip to the bookstore. The cover was… meh (Century Gothic? Really? There were no other fonts?). But I’d heard nothing but praise about the book, and I was prepared to stay up all night and into the wee hours of the morning to finish it.

Admittedly, I was far from impressed upon the first reading. The characters were unlikable, the plot would’ve worked better for less shitty characters, honestly fuck these characters am I supposed to like them, fuck Anna, fuck Étienne, fuck Bridgette, fuck Toph, fuck Dave and Meredith and Amanda and Seany and every other stupid character in this stupid book.

The second time around, I expected to not hate it as much as I did when I first read it. It’s happened- I hated Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda when I first read it, and when I read it again, all that red-hot anger simmered down into an overall dislike. I thought To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before was trash at first, and then I read it again, and it got promoted to recyclable waste matter.

I found Anna and the French Kiss horrendous the first time I read it, and then I read it again, and… yeah, it’s still pretty awful.

Le Sommaire:

Anna Oliphant is a seventeen-year-old wannabe film critic who is #NotLikeOtherGirls – so she’s exactly like every other female YA lead. To her credit, she never explicitly says she’s special… everyone around her does.

She has a pretty meh life in Atlanta, Georgia with her mum and little bruv Sean- and then her dad decides to ship her off to France for her final year of high school. I’m not judging Anna for bawling her eyes out on her first day; I’m a huge mummy’s girl myself and I’d probably (definitely) do the same.

Meredith is Anna’s next-door neighbor, who does that thing which only happens in YA where she’s like “Oh, newbie? Let’s be friends!” (Or maybe it does happen irl and I tend to make a bad first impression which is why no one has ever approached me.)

Meredith’s friends are: Rashmi and Josh (who are a couple), and Étienne St. Clair. Guess which one is the love interest.

Étienne is cultured in that white person way where he’s half American, one quarter French and one quarter British. A true international.

But- *gasp*- American-British-French boy has a girlfriend, Ellie.

Anna has an absolutely gorgeous punk rocker (yum) boy with sideburns (yikes) back home named Christopher. Also, Christopher’s nickname is ‘Toph’ instead of ‘Chris’ because he too is #NotLikeOtherGirls. Anna tells us that nothing will happen between her and Étienne.

Anna is wrong.

Meredith has a crush on Étienne. So does the Regina George of the school, Amanda.

Étienne and Anna have some moments ™.

♫ Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but Anna ♫

I tear my hair out in frustration.

Several other white boys vie for Anna’s heart. Anna remains blissfully unaware (♫ that’s what makes you beautiful ♫). Étienne (who is still dating Ellie, mind you) is unreasonably agitated by this.

Étienne’s mum has cancer btw, which excuses all the shitty things he does, because he’s just a poor, misunderstood boy.

Ellie dresses up as a, quote unquote, ‘slutty nurse’ for Hallowe’en, though- so it’s perfectly okay to dislike her (even though, in the first interaction she had with Anna, where Ellie meets Anna and Étienne, after Étienne takes Anna to the movies, Ellie is perfectly sweet).

Anna, however, is NOT a slut. Amanda is, though. And Rashmi’s cold. And Meredith’s desperate. And Emily’s a slut, too. And her friend Bridgette from Atlanta is a traitor. Anna has an intense case of internalized misogyny.

Anna’s friend Bridgette from Atlanta is screwing Toph, and Anna throws a fit.

Étienne and Anna have some more moments ™.

A truly chaotic series of events befall Anna. She somehow winds up dating Dave (one from the harem of white boys who likes her) to spite Étienne, she gets into a fight with Amanda, more drama ensues, there’s a hint for a spinoff, Étienne and her kiss, Meredith sees and feels betrayed… several misunderstandings and more bullshit later, Étienne and Anna wind up together, because true love conquers all.

Mes Réflexions:

(If the French is off, blame Google Translate.)

Usually, it takes me half a page of my notebook to scribble down my thoughts about the book I’m reading. This motherfucker took me almost an entire page.

Granted, a solid 30% of those notes are me throwing insults at Étienne, but still. ‘STOP STOP STOP YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND YOU DICK’ counts, right?

(That was #17 in my notes, by the way.)

For the record, I like Stephanie Perkins’s writing. It’s not as over-the-top and unnecessarily introspective as Jenny Han’s in To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, and the interactions between Anna and her classmates were natural and not the “How do you do, fellow kids?” style of Becky Albertalli’s Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda. The pacing is decent- I didn’t feel like it was too rushed; not the insta-love trope most YA romances unfortunately fall prey to.

And yet. AND YET.

Anna: “What’s your problem?” Amanda: “You.”

Same, Amanda, same.

Anna Oliphant is one of my least favorite leads in a book, ever. Étienne’s even shittier. And it’s not like Nick or Amy Dunne from Gone Girl, or any of the main characters from The Secret History, where readers pretty much unanimously hate them. You’re meant to relate to Anna, you’re meant to find Étienne charming and dreamy. I literally had to put the book away and calm myself down several times- especially in the last quarter of the book.

One of my main gripes with Anna is how… dumb she is. I guess Anna’s “Oopsies, silly me, I don’t know French!” is meant to be relatable to the readers. And some parts (like her not knowing how to order food because she can’t speak French) are plausible, but- sis, you didn’t know how to spell oui? And my idea of a cinematic masterpiece is Kung-Fu Panda, but even a dumbass like me knows that France is the film appreciation capital of the world. And yet Anna, a self-professed film freak, doesn’t?

Of course, Anna’s gorgeous, but she has no clue, because of course she doesn’t- even though she has multiple guys falling head over heels for her.

I’m in a short skirt. It’s the first time I’ve worn one here, but my birthday seems like the appropriate occasion. “Woo, Anna!” Rashmi fake-adjusts her glasses. “Why do you hide those things?”

Étienne is staring at my legs. The scales covering them throb under his intense gaze, and the pincers sticking out of my thighs start clicking rapidly in arousal. My hooves shiver in ecstasy.

… sorry, that’s not funny.

Her friends think Anna’s weird for wanting to write film reviews (which is the most contrived thing I’ve ever heard) instead of being the next Margot Robbie or whatever, but of course Étienne doesn’t and he thinks it’s not weird and cool and that Anna is such a special snowflake.

(Man, I sound like Amanda.)

And then we have this spiel by Anna about how she got into film critiquing (?), because we the readers need to know how special and #NotLikeOtherGirls Anna is.

To this, I say, “Piss off, you pretentious fuck.”

Of course, Anna’s a virgin and she’s never gotten drunk before or worn short skirts- she’s not a slut, she shaves below the knees only.

And would YA really be YA without several hearty helpings of internalized misogyny?

First up, we have the bimbo; the Barbie doll archetype whose only goal in life is acquiring the main guy (who is quite obviously uninterested in her), and making life hell for our protagonist. Amanda Whatsername (is she ever given a surname?) has this coveted role in Anna and the French Kiss. She’s blond (because of course she is); the first time we meet her, she’s in a, quote unquote, ‘teeny tank top’, and she also ‘positions herself for maximum cleavage exposure’. She’s always flipping her hair, getting her grubby paws on Étienne, giving Anna the stink-eye, being homophobic and a grade-A bitch.

Meredith goes batshit when Anna and Étienne kiss, and is very pouty and unhappy during prior Anna x Shittiene moments. Honey… he’s just not that into you. Rashmi’s the Ice Queen reincarnate and halfway to bitchdom. Anna doesn’t go as hard on them as she does on literally every other female her age in the book, though.

Rashmi looks at me for the first time, calculating whether or not I might fall in love with her own boyfriend.

Anna, hate to break it to you, but not everyone’s a possessive fucking weirdo.

About Cherrie, her ex-boyfriend Matt’s new girlfriend:

And maybe Cherrie isn’t as bad as I remember. Except she is. She totally is. After only five minutes in her company, I cannot fathom how Bridge stands sitting with her at lunch every day.

Her lifeless laugh is one of her lesser attributes. What does Matt see in her?

Even Bridgette, Anna’s best friend from Atlanta, isn’t immune to Anna’s anti-female propaganda. She’s screwing the guy Anna used to like, and Anna, the hypocrite, throws a huge fit.

For context: Bridgette and Toph are in a band called the Penny Dreadfuls (why is it with YA books and horrible band names? ‘Emoji’ from Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda was bad enough), and Anna + Matt + Cherrie go to a bowling alley to see them perform. After the performance, Toph announces that he’s sleeping with Bridge, and Anna confronts Bridge… onstage.

“… You’re welcome to move in when I leave again, because that’s what you want, right? My life?”

She shakes with fury. “Go to hell.”

“Take my life. You can have it. Just watch out for the part where my BEST FRIEND SCREWS ME OVER!” I knock over a cymbal stand, and the brass hits the stage with an earsplitting crash that reverberates through the bowling alley. Matt calls my name. Has he been calling it this entire time? He grabs my arm and leads me around the electrical cords and plugs and onto the floor and away, away, away.

Everyone in the bowling alley is staring at me.

I duck my head so my hair covers my face. I’m crying. This would have never happened if I hadn’t given Toph her number. All of those late-night practices and… he said they’ve had sex! What if they’ve had it at my house? Does he come over when she’s watching Seany? Do they go in the bedroom?

I’m going to be sick.

Give me a goddamn break.

Anna, about Ellie:

To my amazement, Ellie breaks into an ear-to-ear smile. Oddly enough, it’s this moment I realize that despite her husky voice and Parisian attire, she’s sort of… plain. But friendly-looking.

That still doesn’t mean I like her.

“Anna! From Atlanta, right? Where’d you guys go?”

She knows who I am? St. Clair describes our evening while I contemplate this strange development. Did he tell her about me? Or was it Meredith? I hope it was him, but even if it was, it’s not like he said anything she found threatening. She doesn’t seem alarmed that I’ve spent the last three hours in the company of her very attractive boyfriend. Alone.

[about Ellie’s Hallowe’en costume] Slutty nurse. I don’t believe it. Tiny white button-up dress, red crosses across the nipples. Cleavage city.

If I didn’t like Ellie before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel now. It doesn’t matter that I can count how many times we’ve met on one hand.

I fantasize about their break-up. How he could hurt her, and she could hurt him, and all of the ways I could hurt her back. I want to grab her Parisian-styled hair and yank it so hard it rips from her skull. I want to sink my claws into her eyeballs and scrape.

It turns out I am not a nice person.

YOU DON’T FUCKING SAY.

Emily Middlestone bends over to pick up a dropped eraser, and Mike Reynard leers at her breasts. Gross. Too bad for him she’s interested in his best friend, Dave. The eraser drop was deliberate, but Dave is oblivious.

One of the juniors, a girl with dark hair and tight jeans, stretches in a move designed to show off her belly button ring to Paul/Pete. Oh, please.

And I’m meant to like this character? I’m supposed to root for her?

I’m not saying every girl in the book should be perfectly sweet and friendly- that’s just not realistic. But when Anna has something judgmental to say about every other young female character… maybe she’s the problem.

In fact, the only girl I recall getting a pass is Isla Whatsername. And why do you think?

Brilliant.

And now we have the amalgamation of almost every fanfic boyfriend trope from 2014, Étienne St. Clair. Brown-eyed Harry Styles. I can’t fucking wait.

Étienne could’ve discovered the cure for cancer, or abolished poverty, or volunteered at animal shelters in his spare time. He could’ve been the most virtuous guy around (fret not; he decidedly isn’t). And I still wouldn’t’ve thought of him as the man of my dreams because HE HAS A BLOODY GIRLFRIEND.

I mean, which girl doesn’t want her boyfriend to say:

“I cheated on her every day. In my mind, I thought of you in ways I shouldn’t have, again and again.”

Fuckin’ smooth, bro.

“No matter what a terrible boyfriend I was, I wouldn’t actually cheat on her. But I thought you’d know.”

Such a gentleman!

“So you can keep dating Ellie, but I can’t even talk to Dave?”

Étienne looks shamed. He stares at his boots. “I’m sorry.”

I don’t even know what to do with his apology.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. And this time, he’s looking at me. Begging me. “And I know it’s not fair to ask you, but I need more time. To sort things out.”

And this gem:

“If you liked me so much, why didn’t you break up with her?”

“I’ve been confused. I’ve been so stupid.”

*me, banging pots and pans together* F U C K Y O U

“Ellie’s not like you, Anna; she’s a slut and a whore even though I’m the one who’s been thinking about another girl inappropriately and I’m the one who gets my knickers in a twist when another man glances in your direction because my masculinity is extremely fragile and I’m a total hypocrite and a dickhead.”

I mean, he didn’t actually say that, but that’s the gist.

WHILE DATING ELLIE: he gets Anna a book of sexual love poems, he calls her attractive (“Any bloke with a working prick would be insane not to like you.”) multiple times, he gets jealous whenever another guy so much as breathes in Anna’s direction and constantly interrupts such interactions, he’s been ditching his friends for his girlfriend but suddenly decides he prefers a new girl over said girlfriend, he thinks bread pudding tastes good- in conclusion, he is a Massive Fucking Prick. Though in hindsight, him and Anna deserve each other. They’re awful.

I had loads more notes taken down (Anna using Dave; “The important thing is this: Dave is available. St. Clair is not.”); the implication that cheating is okay because Ellie is bad or whatever, even though the sudden change in her character seems contrived because she was perfectly okay with Étienne and Anna hanging out before; how my blood boils whenever I read an American book and American girls are like “oOoOh AcCenT!!!1!!1!!”; me reading “DAVE SAYS YER A SLUTBAG” in Hagrid’s voice; the sheer atrocity of the name ‘Étienne St. Clair’ (sounds like a caricature of a French person)… but this ‘review’ is already pushing 3k and I can’t be fucked to expand on any of those points.

Verdict (which is apparently the same in French):

Who needs Christopher when Étienne St. Clair is in the world?

Speak for yourself.

[gloriafc]

Paul imprinting on an ex-girlfriend

You've known Paul practically your whole life. The two of you started dating your freshman year but broke up your junior year. It was a completely mutual thing, and the two of you decided to stay friends.

There's no awkwardness between the two of you at all. If you see each other in the hallway, a simple hey is said and you keep going on with your day. The two of you can sit next to each other in class and joke around no problem. If he needs to squeeze past you he's not shy to touch your shoulder letting you know he's passing.

You're the one person who knows his label as a man-whore is false. That all the stories are from girls who wish they had him, mere fantasies. He's definitely more of a relationship guy and being faithful.

The only problem, when you broke up, guys would come to you trying to get some thinking that if Paul's a man-whore you must be easy. In turn you'd just roll your eyes and walk away uninterested. If guys continued to bug you, not leaving you alone, and Paul and his friends just so happened to be walking past, lets face it he knows you well enough to know when someones bothering you, he has no problem interfering. He’d be quick to walk between you and whoevers bothering you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you along with him until you turned a corner, letting you go and the two of would part ways.

If anyone were to ask, neither of you wouldn't have a problem admitting that you still have feelings for each other. But you both wouldn't try something to ruin the friendship you still have.

When he disappears for two weeks, you can admit you're a little bit worried. You know sometimes he can have problems at home but who are you to stick your nose in business that is no longer yours.

He ends up showing up to one class and you can tell he's completely out of it. He quietly asks you for the notes he missed before going completely stiff. You want to ask him if he's okay but decide against it seeing that he looks like he just wants to go home.

The whole period you watch as he grips the desk before grabbing his bag and bolting out of the class once the bell rings.

You gotta admit though, seeing how he's physically changed, he's hot. But there's something about him now that's making your feelings grow for him again.

You still have clothes of his from when you dated, he just never tried to get them back due to no lot being able to fit them when you took them. You don't go out with them on but you aren't afraid to admit that you wear them around the house, or if it's a lazy day and you're making a quick trip to the store.

When he finds out that he imprinted on you he paces Sam's living room, not knowing what to do. And Jared being no help.

"Dude just tell her! She already dated you. You said it yourself that the two of you are still friends, so what's the problem?" "How am I supposed to tell my ex girlfriend oh hey I turn into a giant wolf who picked you as my soulmate let's get back together."

Emily pushes her way in between the two boys, giving Paul advice that'll hopefully solve his problem.

"You cared about her right? After you broke up, before you imprinted on her." "I mean yeah. We only broke up because our relationship felt rushed. We both agreed to end things mutually, were still friends because we've known each other for forever practically." "Go with that. You still cared for her, she must still care for you too. Just talk to her about the legends, explain them to her. And go from there. She's not some random girl you ran into on the beach. You already know her, you have that bond with her already. You've already skipped the first step in getting to know her, and already have a level of comfort around each other. Now it's just telling her. Your souls knew what they were to each other before the two of you did."

Kim watches the whole pep talk from Emily. She thinks of Paul as a brother, but she's also friends with you. She can practically see the wheels turning in Paul's head, debating on actually telling you.

"Just tell her! Before she leaves. We're seniors and she's valedictorian. I've heard she's gotten accepted to maybe nine colleges out of state and she's still deciding on which one she wants to go to. She got a full ride to Washington, if you tell her she'll stay here and you get to have that relationship you once had with her."

It doesn't take him long to head over to your house, knowing your parents still have the same jobs and you're most likely home alone.

What he doesn't expect is to see you open the door in one of the first sweaters he gave you, his mind instantly flashing to the day he gave it to you.

You were both in his room doing homework, when it started getting dark you decided to head home but it was cold and you forgot a jacket since it was hot earlier and you didn't plan on staying out as late. Paul was quick to fish out a soccer sweatshirt from middle school that was too small for him but fit you perfectly, and still does. When you promised to give it back he just shrugged his shoulders and told you to keep it.

"Hey, what's up?"

As soon as he sees your smile all of the feelings he had during your relationship come rushing back. He quickly looses focus on why he came here.

"Hey uh I was uh wondering if we could talk about something?"

You're quick to nod and slip on some shoes before closing the door, quickly syncing in step as the two of you take a walk.

Paul starts off with simple conversation until you reach a certain path that leads to a couple fallen trees that act like benches. He slowly starts explaining the legends and everything else to you. Just as he finishes explaining the imprint to you he looks up from the ground to look at you.

You're sitting there, quietly processing everything, staring at a spot on the ground and fiddling with the necklace his mom got you for Christmas one year.

"You okay?" "How is this possible? Like how do-?" "I know it's a lot. Especially if you're the one experiencing it first hand." "What does that make us then? If we're supposedly soulmates. We already tried the whole relationship thing."

How can he possibly tell you that before he phased he wanted to try and get back with you but just didn't know how? That he felt happier with you and now he knows why. That he enjoyed being your friend because it meant he was at least something to you.

So he just goes for it.

"I uh actually wanted to talk to you before the whole wolf thing." "About what?" "Us. I know everything was rushed, but I was happy and I know you were too, other wise we wouldn't of stayed friends. I feel like the whole imprint just confirmed things for me. It explains what we were feeling and why. I just wanted to-" "Try again?" "Yeah."

You've never seen Paul this nervous. The two of you spend hours talking. By the time your mom is calling you asking where you are, the two of you have decided to try the whole relationship again now knowing what is causing your feelings.

You ask questions the entire walk back to your house, Paul's arm thrown over your shoulder. It's almost like the two of you never broke up.

"Wait so how big are the wolves? Like regular wolves?" "Uh no, they're huge honestly. Probably the same size as a bear almost." "How does that work? The transformation." "Our bones break when we change and re-break when we change back. And the fur just appears." "Ouch."

After dropping you off he's back at Emily's, everyone can already see the little pep in his step and can only think that everything went well.

When Monday comes, your mom can't hide the smile on her face when Paul picks you up. She always loved the two of you together, but understood why the two of you broke up. What you and Paul don't know is that your and his mom's both had bets on when the two of you would get back together, and another bet on when you'll get married. Let's face it mom's know their children the best.

When people see you get out of his truck you already know the rumors are about to begin.

By the time lunch comes around, everyone knows you're dating Paul again. You can't help but roll your eyes anytime a girl looks at you the wrong way.

It's not long before random rumors about the two of you, but it's nothing new to you. They're the same ones that went around when you first dated. Even after the two of you broke up, you always thought he was the one for you, but now you know for sure.

[fabianprcwett]

FABIAN PREWETT is TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD and is an RESEARCHER AND CONCEPTUALIST in THE COMMITTEE ON EXPERIMENTAL CHARMS at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. He looks remarkably like CAMERON MONAGHAN and considers himself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX. He is currently TAKEN.

Bio (written by @chaoswillfallrpg)

 → OVERVIEW: Although only by minutes, Fabian is the youngest of the two Prewett brothers. He closely followed his brother and destined closest friend, GIDEON. The pair were born into the wealthy and prestigious Prewett House, and although they wouldn’t know what this meant till many years later, it would shape them into the men they were to become. Fabian was the quiet one, the one that planned their elaborate pranks and would rather listen to a conversation than be a part of it. He was calm and calculated and never saw this as a negative trait. Besides, he could always count on Gideon to take the lead in any social setting. His parents, ADGER and LUELLA PREWETT, were often away from home, either at work or attending important social events. They left MOLLY PREWETT, the oldest Prewett, to watch over the twins and although Gideon often tried to push Molly’s boundaries or manipulate her, Fabian really looked up to his older sister. She was smart and kind and always had time for Fabian, something that he appreciated from her. Molly had become a second mother to him and often preferred her company than that of his chaotic brother. That being said, he still adored Gideon and would go to the ends of the world with him. The two were partners in crime, perfectly complimenting each other in almost every aspect.

Gideon and Fabian had different interests and skill sets that allowed them to conduct elaborate pranks on themselves and the neighbours’ muggle children. If the two weren’t setting up traps, they were running around the Prewett grounds, hiding in their mother’s greenhouse or practicing quidditch. Both the twins had a natural affinity for quidditch, although Gideon enjoyed it so much more than Fabian did. No, Fabian much preferred to sit in his mother’s Greenhouse and learn about all the healing herbs that she had. If he ever came across an injured bird or gnome, he’d cradle them in his hands and take them to the greenhouse, whip up a healing remedy and help the injured creature. He’d often beg for his mother to take him to her healer shop in Diagon Alley, which she refused, replying that he was simply too young. Instead, Fabian would spend his free time reading about different healing spells and potions and wonder what would happen if you tried to combine two different spells into one. As much as he liked to think about it, he wasn’t brave enough to try it out, afraid that they might fail and make the injury worse than before. That’s why when he finally received his letter to Hogwarts he was so excited. He’d be able to learn more magic at a higher level. He’d be able to understand greater spells and powerful magic and he couldn’t wait to start improving his own abilities.

Fabian was unsurprisingly sorted into Hufflepuff and a few moments later, so was Gideon. Fabian was glad that he’d share a dorm with his twin and if he ever needed Molly, she was just a few corridors aways and shared a common room. He stuck close to Gideon’s side for the first few months but as Gideon started making his own friends, Fabian found himself being less and less included. He decided that it was the perfect time to gain some independence and branch off onto his own path. Fabian also became close friends with a Hufflepuff in their year, AMELIA BONES. The two would often study together and Fabian would rack her brain for additional information on spells and Amelia would deliver without hesitation. Amelia was one of his first friends other than Gideon, and whilst Fabian had many acquaintances, of which many were Gideon’s friends or students he met during their infamous common room parties such as FREDRICK WEASLEY, his friendship group was extremely small and close-knit. In his second year he and Gideon met a student called EDWARD TONKS, a muggle-born wizard, and whilst they all got along very well, Fabian began to hang out more with Edward. Like Molly had made time for Fabian, he made time for Edward, teaching the boy everything he knew about Helga Hufflepuff and Hogwarts, as well as explaining common terms that muggles wouldn’t understand. They’d often spend time in the Greenhouse as Fabian listed off all the herbs he knew. 

Other friends Fabian made included EDGAR BONES, COINNEACH MCKINNON, LAURENCE ABBOTT, MARIANNE MACMILLAN and CELIA ABBOTT. He adored his friends and held them all dear. However, it wasn’t until one peculiar Care for Magical Creatures lesson that Fabian made an unlikely friend. WALDEN MACNAIR and Fabian had been grouped together during a lesson and had got lost in the Forbidden Forest together after chasing after a unicorn. At first the two were heavily uninterested in working together but after being forced to do so they found an unlikely friendship in each other that then bloomed into something more. Fabian fell for Walden, the boy was caring and soft when around Fabian, but was cold and harsh around his friend group which included CAIUS BURKE and ANYA ROOKWOOD. Walden had asked Fabian to be his boyfriend but that they had to keep it a secret, that his friends could not know that he was dating Fabian, someone who Walden’s friend group considered a blood traitor for being friends with the likes of Edward Tonks. Fabian agreed and the two dated for a couple of years but in their Seventh Year, Fabian called it off with Walden, announcing that it wasn’t working for him anymore, that he could no longer keep it a secret and with Walden refusing to go public, Fabian was left with no choice. He spent the rest of his final year concentrating on his N.E.W.T.S and writing his application to the Committee On Experimental Charms at the ministry of magic. 

Fabian got the job and was appointed as a researcher and conceptualist. His job required him to research existing charms, and conceptualise how they could become better or how they could be used along with other spells to become a completely different spell. Fabian concentrated on charms that aided in healing and would experiment how charms reacted with certain ingredients and potions. He was good at his job and soon Fabian Prewett became a well known name in his department. He was often called to aid others determine whether a new spell was safe or not to use or to reverse engineer a spell that was cast by accident that had a desirable outcome. He enjoyed working at the ministry as Amelia was there too, training to be a barrister, and Molly was always in her office as junior undersecretary to the Minister for Magic. He’d often spend lunch together with her and ARTHUR WEASLEY. However, one of the reason’s he did not enjoy working at the ministry was that Walden worked there too as a member of the Beast Division. The two would often bump into each other and an awkward conversation would spark up. At least Fabian could go home and enjoy an evening with friends in his flat that he shared with Gideon, Coinneach and Laurence. 

It was only when Molly was disowned that Fabian realised how strongly some people believed in blood purity, including his own parents. It was completely unfair and uncivilised. He knew Arthur, he was a great man and he was excited to become his brother-in-law. During a night at Molly and Arthur’s new home, Fabian was having a drink with Gideon and Arthur when Arthur mentioned that there was more that they could be doing, further actions they could take to help make the wizarding world a more inclusive place for all and this intrigued the twins. They followed Arthur’s mysterious instructions and found themselves at a pub called the fountain of fair fortune. Inside, they met many others including FRANK LONGBOTTOM, ALICE YEN, LILY EVANS, MARLENE MCKINNON and many more familiar faces. That night the twins swore an oath to do their best to fight the rising chaos and became official Order of the Phoenix members. Since then Fabian kept his ears open at work, trying to pick up on any rumours about the dark forces that had supposedly entered the ministry. He also sat in during a couple of strategic meetings that The Order held, after all, he’d spent his whole life planning mischievous and secret plans. It was Fabian’s idea to send Gideon in as an undercover agent to the Death Eaters. Sure, it was dangerous, but remembering Gideon’s old school connections he was the most likely to get in undetected. Fabian knew that Gideon felt as if he needed to prove himself to the group and this was how he’d do it. Fabian was worried, but he knew that Gideon could fend for himself. Besides, Merlin helps those that would bring any harm to Gideon as Fabian may be reserved and quiet, but he was a good wizard, and a vengeful wizard is always a force to reckon with. 

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: 

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis Male

Relationship Status → Single

Sexual Orientation → Homosexual

Previous Education → Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Hufflepuff)

Societies → TBD

Family → Adger Prewett (father), Luella Prewett (mother), Molly Prewett (sister), Gideon Prewett (brother), Arthur Weasley (future brother-in-law)

Connections  → Amelia Bones (best friend), Laurence Abbot (close friend), Edward Tonks (close friend), Edgar Bones (friend), Frederick Weasley (friend), Coinneach McKinnon (friend), Marianne MacMillan (friend), Celia Abbott (friend), Walden MacNair (potential love interest)

Future Information → N/A

BONUS EXTRAS (written by kc): 

Birthday: 5/24. A gemini. Hilariously, this sign’s astrological symbol is the twins. Although he and Gideon are very different in some ways, they have remained close into adulthood. It’s also an air sign, which can symbolize creation, something Fabian associates with his job as a researcher and conceptualist. 

Wand:  Fabian's wand is a 10 1/4 inches, red oak wood with a phoenix feather core. Slightly springy. I spent an embarrassingly long amount of time researching wand woods and decided on red oak for a few different reasons. Because Fabian is a researcher and conceptualist, the red oak makes sense because Fabian is "light of touch, quick witted, and adaptable". Additionally, it specifically mentions in the lore that red oak wands are often paired with creators of distinctive, trademark spells. Fabian deals largely in original spellwork in his job, so this wand seems like an ideal match for him. It makes sense that his wand would have a phoenix core as well because, although they are the rarest core type, they are also capable of the greatest range of magic. Their allegiance is hard won, but even as a youngster, Fabian was dedicated, both to his family and to small creatures that he diligently nursed back to health.

Amortentia: Pine, the smell of the outdoors right after it rains, and clean sheets. Although Fabian would never explain the likely reasoning for his olfactory reaction to amortentia, it likely smells of pine due to when he first started to develop a crush on a person who grew to be his first love. The reasoning for the smell after it rains is similar, having spent many a clandestine date taking advantage of foggy afternoons. However, clean sheets are simply a classic favorite, as he tends to be more subtle, in many avenues in life, including this one.

Boggart:  Despite feeling secure on a broom, Fabian is afraid of heights. It's less the height and more the falling from a heigh height. His boggart would show him falling off the top of a mountain or something, and his riddikulus spell would involve Gideon laughing from the top of the mountain and easily saving him with the arresto momentum spell.

Patronus: Fabian's patronus is a rhinoceros. I took the patronus quiz on wizardingworld.com and I love this for him. It's so random, but at the same time it kind of fits perfectly. Fabian has his quiet and reserved side, while at the same time he has his "channeling his inner Gideon, sort of extra, will gore this Dementor with my rhinoceros patronus" side.

Mirror of Erised: Quite simply, he wants peace. Both within his family and as a larger ideal. He wants the Order to prevail over the Death Eaters, and he wants his parents to welcome Molly and Arthur back into the family. He also wants Walden to be out and happy. Fabian doesn't need the two of them to end up together, he just wishes that Walden felt comfortable enough to be his true self without fear of judgment.