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weasleylangs · 3 years

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secrets i have held in my heart - f.w

Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Everyone in the twins’ lives mix them up once in a while, except for Y/N. Fred is dying to know how. Warnings: Some angst with a happy ending, yes I wrote oblivious Fred again with miscommunication issues, what about it, some swearing, brief mention of the war but obviously this is a FredLives!AU :D, mentions of sex but nothing descriptive it’s like one line, - everyone is 18+ by the way! Word Count: 4k

A/N: For the anon who requested super secret mutual pining with some angst where the reader is the only person who can tell the twins apart! Thank you so much for requesting. This has also been cross-posted on AO3 (frederickweasleys) as per the anon’s request!

Also, I didn’t want to write about a 17 and 15 year old pining after each other, so I made everyone older and it’s postwar, however I was like 2000 words into the fic when I remembered George got his mf ear blasted off in DH so…. U do not see that it’s not canon in this fic thank you

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The sun is blaring down on The Burrow and everyone is starting to wonder the likelihood of getting heatstroke. They’re in the south-west of England and the weather doesn’t usually get above the early 20s in the middle of August, however, mother nature has decided to wreak havoc and today is almost 30°.

Y/N is looking at the pages in her book but she’s not processing anything on the pages. She’s so appreciative of the relaxing life she and all her loved ones finally have. The war ended last year, and while Y/N isn’t family, Molly and Arthur are always insistent she’s welcomed at The Burrow for their Sunday roast dinners.

So she sits under a tree, the muggle fantasy novel in hand as Molly is busy prepping dinner and her friends all play quidditch. Hermione’s been refereeing them despite having no actual knowledge of the rules, and right now, she’s waving Harry’s copy of ‘Quidditch Through The Ages’ at one of the twins trying to prove a point, fully aware she’s going to get nowhere with him. He’s laughing at her and he raises the hand holding the beater’s bat as he threatens to (softly) hit her with it when he looks over her shoulder and spots his favourite girl perched under the tree with his mum’s homemade lemonade.

Before Y/N knows it, the bat’s been thrown in her direction, barely missing her and hitting the tree behind her, and when she looks up, she immediately recognises the twin as Fred. Fred and Y/N are almost two sides of the same coin and their friendship has always been considered unlikely. Fred loves mischief and pranks and he’s extremely exuberant where Y/N is a ‘stickler for the rules’ (Fred’s words, not hers) and she’d much rather spend her day reading than playing quidditch. But their friendship blossomed and eventually for Y/N her feelings evolved into more.

But Y/N is one of Ron’s best friends, and having a crush on her best friend’s older brother is weird, even if they are 19 and 21.

“Hi Freddie,” she says, dog-earing the page and closing her novel, accepting now that Fred’s in her presence, the book isn't getting read again until tonight, “no more quidditch?”

The ginger gives her a shit-eating grin and completely ignores her question, “Darling, I’m George.”

Y/N squints at him for a brief moment, second-guessing herself but the longer she looks at him the more she’s sure it’s Fred, not George in front of her. “No, you’re Fred. I’ve known you for how long? Just accept I can tell you apart.”

Fred mutters a ‘fuck’ under his breath as he sits down. He’s always loved that Y/N is the only person who can tell them apart, his own family struggling sometimes and especially when they’re apart. But no matter what, she somehow gets it right every single time and he’s dying to know how.

“You’re never going to tell me how you do it, are you?” He questions and she replies how she always does when he asks, blaming it on intuition and that she doesn’t know how she does it. As always, he doesn’t believe her. Y/N secretly does have a way of easily telling the twins apart, not rooted in intuition in the slightest but she doesn’t want to tell him.

The truth is, the way her heart races when Fred looks or speaks to her is her way of telling them apart. Fred always has a mischievous glint in his brown eyes and the way he looks at Y/N makes her feel like she’s the only girl in the world. George is sweet, loving and exceptionally kind- he was there as a source of comfort and calmness for Y/N when the trio disappeared during their 7th year to hunt Horcruxes, when she and her family went into hiding. She loves George like she would love a brother, like how she loves Ron and Harry, but the love Y/N has for Fred is different and the catalyst for her ability to tell them apart.

“I’m going to get you one day. One day George and I will swap and you’ll get it wrong and as a reward for finally tricking the oh so wonderful Miss Y/N Y/L/N, you’ll tell me how you tell us apart.”

It’s not even an hour later when Fred and George come down wearing each other’s clothing. Y/N’s well aware Fred prefers to wear warm and bright colours while George likes to wear the dark colours in their coordinated clothing, so seeing Fred walk down the stairs in George’s purple shirt and vice versa is funny, despite the fact they’re identical twins, Y/N thinks they look ridiculous and unfamiliar.

“George put the purple back on. You look weird in orange,” she says, as she goes back to help Molly with the vegetables for dinner and soon after she speaks, she hears someone angrily kick the table. She looks up from her potatoes she’s been peeling to see an entertained George and Fred who looks like he’s going to throw a child-size tantrum.

“How!” He exclaims again, pulling the shirt up over his head, shoving it in George’s hands and stomping back upstairs to change. Y/N is about to follow him, genuine concern for Fred in tow. She knows he’s most likely just being dramatic to cause a ruckus but there’s a small part of her that considers he might be serious.

“He’s fine, Y/N,” George states, changing his shirts and throwing Fred’s orange one over the back of the chair as he sits down, “I think he’s trying to rile you up into telling him how you do it.”

She laughs at this, knowing that while she might not have told him, the look in George’s eye hints that he’s picked up on her feelings for his twin brother. But before she can say anything, Ron comes bounding down the stairs and right into the kitchen, Harry in tow. They’re both looking for food and when Ron’s hand makes his way towards the ham, Y/N smacks him.

“Don’t spoil your dinner,” she scolds which causes Harry to laugh.

“But, mum,” Ron mockingly replies, “All the quidditch got me hungry!” He might be 19 but he’s sulking like a 10-year-old boy and Y/N thinks temper tantrums might run in the Weasley family.

When Molly isn’t looking, however, Y/N sneaks him a piece of ham and Ron jumps up quickly, smacking a kiss to her cheek, “You’re the best!” he whispers as he quickly shoves the piece of ham in his mouth to not be caught by his mother.

Soon enough, everyone’s crammed into the small kitchen and Molly waves them all out except Y/N, who she insists stays. She thinks it’s because she was already helping with the vegetables but when she’s about to ask for her next task, Molly has a rare mischievous glint in her eye.

“How do you tell my sons apart?” She enquires and Y/N groans. She hasn’t been asked how she tells the twins apart this often since she was at Hogwarts and before she can speak, Molly continues, “it’s just no one can besides us, and even then, sometimes I catch myself calling George, Fred sometimes.”

Y/N sighs. She loves Molly like her own mother, but she loves to meddle like every mother.

“I just know, I wish I had some excuse like a mother’s instinct, but I just know,” Y/N pauses and thinks how to word her next statement without spilling too much for potential eavesdroppers and Extendable Ears to hear, “They have different energies. I think I pick up on it easily.”

Y/N hopes that’s enough for Molly to drop the conversation at hand and while Molly hums in agreement, she reads between the lines. She’s known for a while that Y/N carries a flame for the oldest twin, after all the way Y/N looks at Fred is the same way she looks at Arthur, so she’s hoping for the day they both stop dancing around their feelings.

She already loves Y/N like a daughter, and she’d like it to be official one day.

After dinner, the girls are all holed up in Ginny’s room. She loves staying at The Burrow. Y/N never grew up with sisters and her friendship with Hermione and Ginny are the closest she gets to them. They usually gossip, who’s dating who, who’s already getting married, sometimes it gets juicy and someone’s pregnant.

When Ginny and Harry, and Hermione and Ron finally got together, they gushed for hours about how it finally happened and how excited they all were.

Tonight, unfortunately, the topic at hand is Y/N and Fred.

“When are you going to tell him?” Ginny enquires as she smooths out her face mask. Hermione’s braiding Y/N’s hair and when she doesn’t reply, Hermione grasps some hair and gives a hard tug. Y/N yelps and while Hermione mutters an apology, she doesn’t miss the wink she gives Ginny in the mirror.

“Tell Fred what exactly?”

“About your feelings for him,” Ginny replies like it’s the most obvious thing in the world that everyone should have known. Y/N starts to stutter, trying to find words to deny her feelings but these are her two best girl friends, her sisters and she can’t lie to them no matter how much she wants to.

“Okay fine, they exist but he’s never knowing,” she states, a matter of factly as if it’s something to be proud of, “and he’s never finding out. I’m looking at you, Ginevra.” Ginny inherited her love to meddle from her mother, and if Y/N is positive about anything it’s that Ginny is going to meddle to get her best friend and brother together.

“I’m pretty sure he likes you back,” Hermione says. She prides herself on being observant but even she didn’t notice Ron’s feelings for her until he quite literally put his lips on hers.

“I’m just his little siblings’ best friend, Hermione, I doubt it,” she says as she grabs the tiny elastics to secure her hair. “Besides, I think he has a thing with one of the girls from his year at school.”

“You’re choosing now of all days to get the wrong twin? George is dating Angelina. Fred hasn’t even been seen with a girl since he slept with one of Fleur’s cousins at the wedding.” Ginny says and something about this makes Y/N blush, almost happy that Fred’s been single for as long as she has, but the jealousy is in the back of her mind.

“... Shut up,” Y/N laughs as she grabs the nearest pillow and smacks Ginny over the head with it. This causes chaos in Ginny’s tiny bedroom and soon enough all three girls are defending themselves with pillows and jumping around the bedroom.

What none of the girls knew, however, was Fred standing outside of the bedroom, eavesdropping. He’s always been curious about what the girls talk about when the boys aren’t around and Fred reckons if he doesn’t have to hear about his little siblings’ sex life, it doesn’t hurt anybody.

Except it does, and he hurts himself. He arrived just in time for Ginny to question why Y/N doesn’t admit her feelings to someone. At first, Fred was hopeful, especially when the conversation steers in the direction of her liking one of the twins. After all, Bill’s married, Percy’s… Well, he’s Percy and Charlie isn’t in England enough for him to believe Y/N was able to develop feelings for him.

So that leaves himself and George from context clues. He’s always had a crush on her ever since they were in school, but he was always worried about coming off as creepy, pining after someone two years below him.

But then Y/N says ‘I think he has a thing with one of the girls from his year at school’ and he walks off before he even hears the rest of the conversation, hearing the apparent confirmation of Y/N’s feelings for George.

The summer is still sweltering hot when she decides to visit Diagon Alley three days later. She’s shopping for her nephew when she ends up in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Fred was unusually quiet when she said goodbye to him on Monday morning before she floo’d away to her job at the Ministry and she’s hoping to catch him at the shop during quiet hour.

When she walks in, she’s met with a bell ringing and the voice that calls out ‘Hi, how are you today!’ doesn’t make her heart race so she immediately knows she’s caught the wrong twin at the counter.

“Hey, Georgie!” She makes her way over to the counter. It’s a Wednesday morning, so the shop has a lull in customers and he’s doing what Y/N assumes is a stock take of whizbangs. He gives her a nice smile as she potters her way over to him. She stops in front of the love potions, smelling the familiar scent of cinnamon, fireworks and something that can only be described as happiness in the small bottles. She’s so entranced for a moment that she doesn’t even notice George make his way up next to her.

“You don’t need one of these, by the way,” He whispers as he winks, looking behind him and seeing Fred standing on top of the spiral staircase not looking the happiest.

“You’re the second person to tell me that this week,” she mutters, quickly putting the love potion vial down, “I don’t know what any of you mean.”

George chuckles at her obliviousness. It’s been obvious since they were teenagers about the feelings both Fred and Y/N harbour for each other but he can’t help but admit it’s just the tiniest bit funny. Like it’s a joke they’re all in on except the oblivious couple themselves.

“It’s because we’re more observant than you, darling,” George says, absent-mindedly fixing the display so it looks presentable. Y/N’s about to question him when someone clears their throat behind them- an elderly gentleman shopping for some grandkids when George excuses himself with the promise ‘this isn’t over’.

Fred watched the interaction from the staircase and while he didn’t hear anything, he feels like he’s gotten punched in the stomach. He knows he’s never directly told George about his feelings for Y/N, and George is dating Angelina anyway and he’d never betray her, but he can’t ignore the slight feeling of upset he feels when he sees them interact.

“I think Y/N likes you,” Fred says nonchalantly and George almost chokes on his tea. It takes him a moment to fix his breathing before he looks at Fred like he’s got three heads.

“No, she doesn’t?” George questions, like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world and that upsets Fred slightly. He’s not upset at George, he never has and he never will be upset with George, but it seems like his comment was brushed off without any deeper consideration.

“No, I think she does,” Fred says, twiddling his quill between his fingers as he stares at the tax invoice in front of him. Wednesday night is budget night and Fred knows he’s not going to get any work done if his mind is stuck on Y/N and her feelings for George.

“No, mate, she doesn’t,” George huffs and Fred notices the eye roll George gives him. George only ever gives him eye rolls when he’s being oblivious. Like when Fred spent 20 minutes looking for his wand last week only to find it in his pocket.

Fred’s convinced George is just being oblivious, blinded by his new relationship with Angelina that he hasn’t noticed Y/N’s feelings for him. “Do you wonder how she can tell us apart?”

George huffs in annoyance as a reply and Fred pouts as he attempts to go back to his taxes. He’s reread the same line three times when George finally speaks.

“I think it’s got something to do with her feelings for us. She feels differently about one twin.” George is intentionally being coy, hoping to Godric that Fred caught the pointed stare and the emphasis but Fred wasn’t looking and the longer he dwells on what George has said the more he’s convinced he doesn’t have a chance with Y/N at all.

It’s the weekly Sunday roast again and Fred isn’t expecting to floo into The Burrow and be met almost face to face with Y/N. He’s planned on ignoring her today, purposely volunteering to do any work needed at the shop while George floo’s to The Burrow early in the afternoon.

It teeters on 5 pm when Fred finally arrives and he’s quickly engulfed in a hug by his mother with his father behind him telling him to stop working on Sundays as ‘Sundays are for family’. With a kiss to his mum’s forehead and a promise to his dad that he’ll force George into doing the Sunday work next week, who throws a piece of stale bread at Fred’s head while exclaiming ‘you offered!’ he quickly makes his way away from Y/N.

Molly’s quick to serve up dinner now Fred’s here, complaining he’s starving already. He quickly steals the seat next to Ron and pulls George down next to him- not wanting to allow Y/N to sit either side of him. Usually, she sits between Ron and Fred and when she turns the corner and the only available seat is the furthest from Fred, her heat sinks a little.

Dinner is pleasant, it always is at The Burrow. Hermione and Y/N talk about the ministry while Ginny tells stories of her Holyhead Harpies tryouts she had during the week. Y/N might let slip she works with the coach’s sister-in-law and overheard some high praise for a certain Miss. Weasley and Ginny’s eyes fill with tears when she hears this.

There’s a quick lull in conversation as Molly waves her wand and the now empty plates make their way into the kitchen, children following behind them ready to help wash up but Fred makes his way outside. He likes to watch the sunset, the sun slowly dipping behind the hills where he learnt how to play quidditch as a kid as the sun becomes shades of orange.

He’s sitting under the tree when Y/N follows him out. She’s shouting his name trying to find him. He slipped out without anyone noticing and that’s unusual for Fred so something is wrong. When she spots him, she starts jogging over and she can’t tell if he’s ignoring her or can’t hear her calling his name, so she tries something.

“George?”

Fred turns, a smirk subconsciously forming on his lips and Y/N finally feels seen by him in a week. “It took me calling you your brother’s name to get your attention?” She asks, kicking sticks out of the way before she takes a seat next to him.

“No, love. Just shocked you finally got us mixed up,” he replies, shoving her a little with his elbow. He knows she only did it to get his attention, but he’s Fred Weasley and he’s going to use this to his advantage. “I believe I told you when you get us mixed up, you’re legally required to tell me how you do it. I’m all ears.” He wiggles his eyebrows but deep down, he’s scared George’s assumption is right.

She rolls her eyes, but the love she has for this boy in her heart can’t be kept a secret anymore. This week she’s felt like he’s been ignoring her and while she and Fred are no means ‘best friends’, not like she is with the others, she’s felt a little piece of her universe missing knowing he’s been upset.

“You and George, I… I feel different about you to how I feel about George,” she starts and Fred’s breath hitches. He doesn’t know if he’s going to storm off or throw up so he just sits and stares at a rock. “George makes me feel comfortable. He’s always willing to talk to me about anything, feeds into the fact I can speak for hours on end about any topic if you let me,” she laughs and her nervousness is in her throat. She notices Fred isn’t looking at her and it’s making her want to run away.

“But you, you feel like home, Freddie. The way my heart races when I hear you speak or when you look at me. It’s the biggest indicator of how I tell you guys apart. George and you may be identical but the way you both make me feel is so different.” She’s whispering now and she’s realised Fred is looking at her so intently that the Earth might open up and swallow her whole.

“Like, home?”

She smiles softly and takes his big hand that’s been messing with rocks into her small ones. “Like I can tell you anything and you’ll never judge me. I could be having the worst day of my life and one joke from you can make me smile even if I’ve been crying for hours.” Her thumb starts to rub along the top of his hand and the way he shivers doesn’t miss her.

“I’m trying to say, in a round-about kind of way, that I’m in love with you, Freddie,” her voice is shaky but there’s no backing out now. “I’m in love with you and this past week where it’s felt like you’re mad at me has me so confused because I don’t know what I did.”

Fred feels incredibly guilty now, he was so caught up in his own feelings that he didn’t stop to think how his actions would affect Y/N. “I thought you liked George,” he whispers, and he feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “I thought you liked George and not me and I didn’t want to be near you knowing that.”

She giggles and drops his hands to run her fingers through his hair. It’s still short but she thinks she can convince him to grow it out again. “Me? George? Not even for a second.”

“Why not?” The joking in Fred’s voice is there but so is the genuine curiosity.

“I don’t know. It’s just always been you, ever since I was 11 and you were bullying Ron into performing a spell to turn Scabbers yellow.” She laughs at the memory, watching scrawny Fred bully his small brother on the train platform.

Fred looks down at her, her hands now playing at the hair at the back of his neck and he feels goosebumps rise across his skin. He wants nothing more to lean down and press a kiss to her lips and when he realises he never actually admitted his feelings to Y/N back, he starts to lean down, hoping to convey everything he feels for her through a kiss.

She’s quick to catch on and she leans up so quickly they almost bump noses. It’s messy, like most first kisses are, especially in an awkward sitting down position but the love they have for each other is there and obvious. They pull away when they’re barely kissing anymore, just smiling and laughing into each other’s mouths.

“Does this mean we’re dating now?” Fred asks. It’s a dumb question, they both know it but when Y/N pretends to think he stands up and hauls her over his shoulders and starts swinging her around. The giggles that erupt from her make Fred’s heart swell and he’s about to put her down just to get down on one knee himself and propose right then and there.

“Yes, Freddie, if you want me to be your girlfriend then I’m yours.” Y/N replies and Fred smiles, he loves that. Not Y/N being his, he could never believe she’s an object, but she loves him and he loves her and now he understands why George was rolling his eyes at him.

“As long as you don’t get George and I mixed up in bed, I’m all yours.” He says it jokingly, but the smack he receives from Y/N is no joke and when he starts swinging her around again, he’ll forever make dumb jokes like this if he gets to hear her laugh like that for the rest of his days.

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womenofwonder · 3 years

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Option on RWBY ships:

Btw, I don’t usually ship characters. Romance is usually the least interesting part of the story for me so expect a lot of meh.

Arkos: obviously I love this, it’s perfect

Blacksun: ehh, it’s cute. I started out feeling kinda meh, it was sweet but not really interesting, but now it’s growing on me. Ironically the same thing is happening with Bumblebee, although I still like Blake and Yang better platonically

Bunanas: so this is a ship between Velvet and Sun, and it’s honestly really cute to imagine even if it is completely random. I like it better then Blacksun…I think?

Candy Cane: this is just weird. I can’t imagine Nora being anything but a older sister to Oscar. The age gap makes it creepy too, not the four years is much of a gap, but when your teenagers it’s a big gap.

Chocolate Arc: this is hilarious to imagine but obviously yeah, Coco isn’t going to fall for someone like Jaune

Cinnabun: I barely know anything about Yatsuhashi but he and Velvet are cute, I guess? Still like her better with Sun

ClockRose: heck no!

Coconuts: again, can’t see Sun doing anything but annoying Coco. I really don’t like the whole ‘badass jerk of a girl falls for goof ball trope.’ It always ends up feeling sexist in several ways

Combat Boots: honestly outside of an AU I can’t see Yang ever forgiving Mercury much less falling in love with him. Also Mercury just doesn’t deserve her

Combat goggles: I feel like Yang and Neptune would have fun causally dating each other and slowly realizing they actually like (Blake/Sun/Jaune/whoever) and become each other’s wingmen. That fanfic better be lying around somewhere

Crimson Lotus: okay, if I didn’t love Renora and Rosegarden so much I’d probably ship this. It’s really cute

Crimson Sun: this feels like an excuse to write lemons of the two hottest characters

Crimson wings: look I understand most of the shipping heroes with villains because they’re both hot and the villain/hero dynamic is always fun. But Cardin…he’s not even hot. He’s not even interesting. And yet people ship him with Ruby? Why?

Daddie Issues: you know I see where this is coming from but they would just end up murdering each other.

Dairy Farm: obviously this is downright creepy in cannon, but in an au where Neo isn’t evil and both are closer in age, this would be adorable. I feel like Neo’s main problem is she’s incredibly lonely—other then Roman no one bothers to understand or talk to her. If Oscar reached out to her, and she began to protect him…it would be perfect. In way even better then Rosegarden because I think Neo would still be a bit of pycho even when good, and it would be fun to see her lose it when Salem hurts him.

Ilia/Adam: I just want to say I am forever grateful the show went out of its way to avoid this obnoxious, cliche ship from being canon

Dragon slayer: I see why people ship Jaune and Yang, I really do. They’re both the team mom/dad of their team, they’ve got the whole goofball/badass thing going (which is a trope I do like when the badass isn’t a jerk), they both have a good sense of humor, etc. But I just can’t see them as romantic. It feels really weird. I can’t even explain why. I understand shipping them but I really can’t ship them myself.

Emercury: I really love this ship, but I also don’t mind at all if the show decides to make them platonic. I enjoy their relationship in general and it works either way.

Oscar/Emerald: again, feel creepy. I love the idea of a sibling relationship and can’t see them possibly being romantic even without the age gape.

Cinder/Qrow: yeah again. Both are sexy and good for angsty lemons. I’m not into that stuff so I don’t ship them

Fall Stinger: I just don’t know why anyone would ship Tyrian with anyone. Unless it was Salem and even that is super creepy

Firerobber: I like villain relationships but Roman already has Neo and Cinder is a hot mess. Literally

Firewall: I don’t know why anyone would ship Watts with anyone. He’s even worst less ship-able then Tyrian

Footloose: I don’t actually ship it but just imagine Mercury and Melanie bonding over weaponized feet.

Freckles: Yeah this is just painful. The two most adorable characters (Penny and Oscar), who go through the worst things imaginable. It’s endless fluff, angst, and whump, and I love cute romance and tragic romances, so this is definitely something I ship.

Frostbite: seriously, this is so weird and toxic. Having Adam fall for Weiss or vice versa. Maybe it would work in an AU or something but it’s just too creepy

Funky Beats: it’s cute, I ship it.

Gelato: yeah I love healthy villainous relationships! Neo and Roman are freaking adorable, and I’m sad that we didn’t see more of them together.

Grandmasters: I obviously don’t ship Salem and Ozpin because that’s just creepy, but I do like their romance. I like tragic romances, and this probably the most tragic one in existence

Greek Lotus: I don’t see the chemistry and crashes two of my favorite ships so…

Green Knight: well, she kinda helped kill his last girlfriend so…unless it’s AU this isn’t going to work. Even if it is an AU. This feels like another ship made solely for lemons

Velvet/Cardin: yeah, a bigot changing his mind when he falls in love with a minority isn’t cute. Isn’t sweet. It isn’t romantic. I don’t even excuse lemons that use this trope. Even porn ought to be above that

Weiss/Cardin: WOULD EVERYONE STOP SHIPPING CARDIN WITH PEOPLE

Hummingbird: it’s hard to ship something when you only know one character, but I was interested in the theory that Qrow was actually Ruby’s father. But then in season 7 Qrow’s description of Summer made me rethink it, and it didn’t sound anything like how you’d describe a romantic relationship. So I don’t really like that theory anymore

Iceberg: this is just cliche and boring. I get them dating but it wouldn’t last that long

Flynt/Weiss: I really love this one, it’s my favorite ship with Weiss. I don’t want it to actually happened in cannon because that would be random, but I feel like it would be fun for both their characters. And they both share an interest in music. I’m imagining an AU where he gets her into jazz and she starts singing it at all her concerts to the horror of Jaques.

Iron Maiden: honestly what. Why. Gross

Iron witch: well I definitely see why people like it. I actually wouldn’t mind it being cannon, It’d be a good combination of funny/tragic and I’d like to see Glynda mentoring Winter

Jailbirds: this just feels forced and also Qrow is probably too old for her. I like their relationship and don’t want it to be romantic

Knight fall: lemon ship. Moving on

Knight Life: I feel like Jaune just gets shipped with everyone but this is cute I guess

Lancaster: it’s cute, but I can’t ship it because it feels cliche. I was worried that Jaune was going to be her love interest when they first met and was relieved to see him with Pyrrha instead. It just feels forced and boring to have him end up with Ruby

Pyrrha/Mercury: this really popular for some unfathomable reason. I like Mercury but Pyrrha deserves better

Marrowgold (May/Marrow): I just don’t see it

Nikong: Pyrrha and Sun would be cute together, but I don’t really love this ship. It’s kinda meh.

Nora’s Arc: no. Just no. It technically would work but their platonic relationship is way too good to lose

Old Silver: this is Maria/Pietro, and I think it’s adorable. They both strike me as really flirty for their ages and both are very good mentors. They can be the crazy grandparents of the team

Ozglyn: just don’t see it

Phoenix: yeah Raven was a horrible girlfriend/wife. I don’t ship her Taiyang

QuickSilver: Ruby deserves better than Mercury.

Rehab (Qrow/Glynda): the fact that this is called rehab explains why I don’t ship it

ReNora: yeah, this is probably my favorite ship. I don’t think I have to explain why.

Robotic Knight: I briefly shipped this but now disagree

Rosegarden: I really love Rosegarden, they’re just too adorable together, though the whole Ozpin does make it a little awkward

Rosewick: I can’t see this happening, even in an AU

Coco/Fox: I don’t know enough about Fox to really ship them, but the fact that Coco canonically slaps his butt during battle definitely makes me want to

Mercury/Neo: I could see this working. It would be pretty cute

Silent Knight: again, it would have to be an AU and even then I don’t see it working

Snowbird: so at first I really liked the idea of Qrow and Winter being ex’s, but now that I think about it he has to be at least twenty years older then her. Also, I have to say that while they have chemistry I think they would just end up killing each other

Speakeasy (Flynt/Coco): I got to say I like this ship and could see them having a lot of chemistry together

Strawbanna: I just can’t see Ruby and Sun together. It feels weird

Sunflakes: Can’t see it working

Sunflowyr (Ren/Yang): don’t see any chemistry. Again this just seems random

Tauradonna: this is obviously as toxic as you get.

The Hunt (Cardin/Blake): stop shipping Cardin with anyone!

Mercury/Cinder: Mercury is way too young, and even if he wasn’t this would be really weird. Also Cinder makes him look like a stable, peaceful person, so also no.

Toxic Petals: I swear I’m done with this. No more Cardin, Tyrian, or Watts ships. They too gross

Velveteen Knight: Aw, they’d be cute together

White Knight: I really hate this ship. It’s so obnoxious and boring, and nearly falls into the jerky badass/goofball trope I hate

Winter Soldier: ew, no, Ironwood is like her dad

Wise Dragon: anyone care to explain why this is so popular? Sage barely has any character to him, I can’t ship him with anyone

Yellow rose: Yeah, I kinda ship this, but again, it’s difficult when you barely know one character

IronQrow: I understand why you would ship this but I just don’t see it. Guys can hug without being gay you know

Martial arts: why?

Noah’s Arc: why?

Sea Monkeys: again I understand why you could ship it but I don’t. They’re obviously just friends to me

Shovel Knight: like most Oscar ships it feels weird. Jaune is obviously a big brother to him

TaiQrow: As funny as it is for Tai to sleep with every member of his team, I don’t ship it.

Fair game: I really can’t stand Clover so again, don’t ship it

Achilles heel: Cinder literally kills Pyrrha, why would you ship them?

Baked Alaska: lemon ship

Black glass: annnd, another lemon ship.

Blood Mint: yeah I don’t see Emerald and Ruby ever being a couple

Catmelon: I found Ilia’s crush on Blake kinda cringy and I can’t see them being a couple

ColdMurder (Weiss/Cinder): even in an au I don’t see it working

Cold Steel (Penny/Winter) eeewww, they’re practically sisters

Cream Machine (Neo/Penny): I mean…if she wasn’t evil…and wasn’t so much older…it might work? Maybe?

Crosshares: cute but I feel like Velvet is too much of a doormat for Coco

Digital Clock: Ciel obviously didn’t care much for Penny, and she was barely a character at all. I don’t see it

Pyrrha/Nora: don’t see it, and also can’t stand the idea of breaking up the two best ships

Falling Petals: I get that Cinder is hot, but can we stop shipping her with the kids she’s trying to murder? Because I can see several things wrong with that

Freezerburn: again, for no reason that I can think of this ship just doesn’t work for me. Much like Dragonslayer it just feels weird

Gingersnaps (Penny/Nora): that would be chaotic. I can’t really see them romantically though like most Penny ships it would be cute

Guilty Conscience (Bree/Winter): oh please no. They really don’t have any reason to be together

Ladybug: I just can’t see Blake with Ruby at all. Blake feels way to old even though she’s only older by two years.

Milk and Cereal (Ruby and Pyrrha): I guess it would work but I just don’t any chemistry

Mint chocolate (Emerald/Coco): if Coco managed to forgive her for everything that happened at Beacon I could maybe see this happening. There is some chemistry

Mommy issues: Nah, can’t see this working out.

Monochrome: Blake and Weiss have never had any romance chemistry despite plenty of opportunity to have it, so again, I see them as strictly platonic and shipping them feels almost like incest. I know that doesn’t make sense

Nordic Winter: I can’t see Weiss handling Penny, but again, any Penny ship is pretty cute

Nuts and Dolts: I would ship, but I like them together platonically too well. Definitely understand the ship, though I find it funny that Ruby, who insist she likes weapons better then people, would fall in love with a personified weapon. I know that’s probably racist against robots

Overheating (Penny/Cinder): I take back what I said about every Penny ship being cute

PennyWeiss: but this one is pretty cute

Pink Lemonade: can you imagine the chaos of Yang and Nora dating each other? They both need someone with a cooler head to keep them in check

Scheenoks: with Weiss’s fangirling I can definitely see were this is coming from, but Weiss is too mean for Pyrrha

Steadfast: I really don’t ship any of the ace-ops with anyone. I found them all boring and annoying except for Marrow

Strawberry Shortcake (Neo/Ruby): not seeing it

Sugar Rush (Ruby/Nora): Again, too much chaos. They both need chill partners. And I love Rosegarden and ReNora too much

Thunder cat (Blake/Nora): don’t see any chemistry between them

WhiteRose: I can see why this is shipped and I don’t dislike WhiteRose shippers. I just prefer Rosegarden, and find Weiss and Ruby working better together romantically

Bumblebee: again, I see this working better platonically, not romantically. It kind of annoyed me at first, but it is growing on me, much like Blacksun. I still like Blacksun better though

Enabler: No.

#Rwby #rwby ships #bumblebee #blacksun #rosegarden #roman/neo #WhiteRose #Arkos #Renora #ruby rose #wiess Schnee #snowbird #qrow #winter Schnee #fairgame #blake bellodona #Yang Xiao Long #oscar pine

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princesscyr-fn · 3 years

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Brothers x Autistic! MC Tidbits/Headcanons

I figured I’d do one as I’m autistic and I wanna be included in things. At the same time however, autism is a spectrum and each of us experience different behaviors and such. As such, each MC for each brother is different so everyone feels included! These are meant to be platonic but you can interpret this however you want. I’m asexual so writing actual romantic stuff makes me very uncomfortable lol.

|Masterlist is here|

MC is gender neutral, yall

Available on Ao3, Wattpad

Lucifer

♡ Clashing with one another from the get go. ♡ Lucifer tends to criticize you, and its mostly unintentional. He’s just looking out for you, though his pride prevents him from admitting that he cares about you. ♡ One day though, the usual comment that falls from his lips about you ends up making you snap. As a result, you are calling him every name under the blocked sun in the Devildom. (Satan LOVES this.) This is when Lucifer realizes he made a fucky wucky. (Thanks @error-code-606 lmao) ♡ Lucifer gets a super harsh reality check from Satan, reminding him that you are autistic and that constant put-downs is bad for a persons self-esteem/image issues. For once, pride feels guilt bubbling in his gut. ♡ From then on, Lucifer is more mindful of how he words his issues with you. (Still staying blunt, which you appreciate.) All the while he praises you from time to time for all the good stuff you’ve done thus far. ♡ Lucifer would keep mental notes of all your stims and triggers. ♡ Entertains stim toys and isn’t bothered by such as he tries to work. ♡ Lucifer would play soothing music for you, mostly classical or easy listening. Something to tingle your sensory. ♡ He stops your meltdowns before you could fully lose control of yourself. ♡ Soft hands are your weakness and Lucifer’s hands don’t disappoint. He’ll let you hold his hands anytime you desire. ♡ Lucifer's office is the best spot for you to have quiet time. ♡ You can talk his ear off and he would love every second of it, deep down.

Mammon

♡ He was quick to pick up on your behaviors before you could push him away. ♡ He is able to joke with you, both of you laughing like hyenas all the way. ♡ Mammon would never make fun of your stutter or mispronunciation of words. He’s patient and tries his best to help you. He absolutely hates when the other demons (not his brothers) make fun of you for something you have no control over. ♡ Both of you would find comfort in each other. �� You would absolutely adore his hair. Being a fan of bright colors and his hair being as white as angel wings. Bless his heart, he will allow you to play with it while denying how much he likes it. ♡ He knows the sound of coins is one of your favorite sounds sensory wise. He always makes sure to have some coins on him. ♡ Mammon would remember all of your fixations and then try to shower you in gifts relevant to your current likes. ♡ He loves music and will sing with you no matter how goofy you both sound. ♡ Late night Hell’s Kitchen runs are mandatory. ♡ You are the only person he would try so hard not to steal from. (He’d fail miserably and just keep your stuff instead of selling it.) ♡ Class would be hilarious with him, he’s a class clown. ♡ While he may be a class clown, I think he would somewhat try a bit harder on his work because you encourage him to do his best every single day.

Leviathan

♡ Things between the two of you are tense at first as both of you are socially awkward and standoffish. ♡ Though once you’re both comfortable, you will talk each others ears off about anime, video games, and everything under the blocked sun of the Devildom. ♡ You two will develop a secret language that the other brothers won’t understand. Imagine all that shit talk. ♡ You’re both stimmers! While Levi has physical and vocal stims, yours are mostly vocal with the occasional twitch and thigh slap. ♡ You both are major plushie enthusiasts. Prove me wrong. (You can’t.) ♡ Eye contact is difficult to maintain between the two of you, with both of you either yelping, blushing, and looking away while sputtering nonsense. ♡ Mention your love or interest in aquatic life or the sea and watch him fall in love with you, (he’s a sea monster, duh) though he will deny it smh. ♡ You both share a love for slime and will buy a lo of it on your trips to the human world. (When you two feel like doing things like that.) ♡ Levi will most certainly dress as a cat maid so long as you do it too. ♡ Stim games are 100% your favorite games to play with him. (Minecraft, Terraria, Fortnite, No Mans Sky...) ♡ Levi figures out that the sound of the ocean soothes you, and will imitate the sounds in his fish tanks to help you relax. ♡ You two make the best cosplay duo. No question about it.

Satan

♡ He is more understanding than you were led to believe. (Shame on you, Lucifer.) You avoided him at first until you found yourself in a heated debate with him regarding human world fauna kingdom. This conversation, though heated, gave you the chance to actually talk to him. It was then the realization hit that Lucifer intentionally kept you two apart. ♡ You two end up becoming close friends. ♡ You hate reading alone as its not engaging and gets boring quickly. So you tell Satan that you would like for him to read to you, which he’d accept without a second thought. ♡ He would remember your likes and dislikes. He would always encourage you to talk about your latest obsession. He’s always interested in hearing about what you have to say. ♡ Jingle cat ears. No explanation needed. (Might dress up as a cat maid with you and Levi, tho.) ♡ He would learn all your stims and triggers so he can help you when you need it. ♡ If you’re the artsy type, you bet he will learn all the crafts for you. ♡ The sound of turning pages satisfies your sound sensory. ♡ Nature walks, lots of them. Quiet moments together means the world to the two of you. ♡ Occasionally you fall asleep next to him as he reads to you. His voice is soothing enough to lull you to sleep. ♡ You two are so close in fact, he rubs it in Lucifer's face. ♡ Satan always finds himself holding your hand whenever you two go out to crowded public places.

Asmodeus

♡ Physical contact wasn’t your thing until you met the avatar of lust. ♡ He took it personally at first when you would stand awkwardly whenever he hugged you or how you would pull your hand away when he would try to hold it. ♡ Once you explain that you are autistic and physical contact was a weird subject for you, he is quick to understand. After all, he is all about consent and wanted to make sure you were comfortable. ♡ Friendship blossoms between the two of you quickly and smoothly. ♡ Asmo would help you with being more extroverted by inviting you to parties. ♡ He would make note of your stims and to satisfy your sensory, he would buy lotions and perfumes. ♡ Getting your nails done is fun and Asmo is perfect for that task. ♡ You have a best friend who will listen to you intently and give you good advice. ♡ Going shopping is less nerve wracking with him. Plus he would give you fashion tips so you can look and feel your best. ♡ The first time you gave him a hug on your own, he wept tears of joy. ♡ Spa days are mandatory. ♡ There is a love between the two of you that does not require a relationship to be valid.

Beelzebub

♡ Beel warmed up to you quickly, especially when he witnesses your appetite at dinner. ♡ He is always curious and asking you questions to better understand you. ♡ You are quick to share your food with him and vice versa. ♡ Eating competitions, though you would lose to him always, unless if he was going easy on you. (Good luck, chief) ♡ Playful and friendly flirting/banter. ♡ Beel would be interested in whatever you obsess with that week. ♡ He is patient with you and doesn’t judge you for things you have no control over. ♡ Includes you in all family activities because hes all about family first. ♡ You two will gush to each other about any and everything. ♡ Hell’s Kitchen dates? Fuck yeah. Those are mandatory. ♡ Though you are picky in terms of texture, Beel would gladly eat whatever food you won’t. ♡ You aren’t a very active person, but that will change with Beel. Eat first, then run it off, human.

Belphegor:

♡ Warmed up to you quickly despite killing you, mainly because you forgave him and still treated him with kindness despite the fact. (Simp *cough* *cough*) ♡ He is very understanding in regards to your sensory, stims, and meltdowns. ♡ Loves laying in silence with you (and vice versa) ♡ Belphie would show you constellations with his magic to help you sleep. ♡ Slime? You bet Belphie would be as entertained as you are on that subject. Cloud slime would be one of his favorites. ♡ You two communicate with each other better in silence. ♡ He would share his cow pillow with you. ♡ Your sensory craves anything that is soft. Belphie would be surprised at first when you mindlessly play with his hair as you lay together. ♡ Your troubling dreams became a little more peaceful with Belphie at your side. ♡ Both of you are big plushie enthusiasts and have a plushie club hangout spot with Levi. ♡ Belphies voice does satisfy your sensory. ♡ Tea time is a fun activity between the two of you. It leads to good naps as well.

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lyranova · 3 years

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After the Mixer

Hi guys! Here’s the collab I mentioned that I wrote with @thoughtfullyrainynightmare 😁, i had so much fun writing this and its super chaotic but in the best way hehe. It has canon characters as well as Yamichar in it, it also has OC’s such as Alistar, Leon, Hikari, Ulla, and Solara so its got a bit of everything 🥰! This is another side story for COTF and if you’d like to read the first part of this fic you can read it HERE. I also apologize if it looks weird, i ran out of block texts 😅.

Taglist: @eme-eleff @crazyclownthanos @bowandcurtsey @flow3rbudz @elysianluv @ckjwnnbc

Warnings: None

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It was a bright and sunny day in the Clover Kingdom, birds were chirping, the sun was shining, the citizens were happy and cheering. It was a good and normal day for everyone, well almost everyone.

Alistar groaned as he walked towards the meeting room, his head was pounding, he was nauseous, he was tired, and very dizzy. Alistar was hungover. He accidentally drank something a little too strong for him, so now he was suffering the consequences. He groaned as the memory of confessing his feelings for Hikari to her father surfaced. That was awful.

“ A-Alistar, are you ok?” Ulla asked softly as she followed behind him, her heels clicking against the stone floor. Even that sound was making his head worse. He couldn’t help but give the young red haired girl a stern look over his dark sunglasses.

“ No Ulla, I am not ok.” He grumbled, his usual happy and warm demeanor gone and was replaced by a very grumpy and tired one. He walked up to a wall and leaned against it as the world suddenly turned sideways.

He leaned his head against the cool stone wall as Ulla stared at him nervously, it had been a while since she had seen him like this. She heard someone approach and waved her hand.

“ Oh hello Leon!”

"Hey," Leon simply greeted, giving her a small wave as he made his way to Alistair.

"What are you doing here?" Alistair asked, not wanting any more questions about how well he was, or clearly wasn't, doing.

"I'm attending the meeting to, y'know, get a better grasp of these meetings." Leon shrugged, waving off Alistair's grumpy attitude since he knew perfectly well where it was coming from.

"To get a better grasp?" Alistair quirked an eyebrow. Leon knew perfectly well how these meeting always were, and he'd get a briefing instead of having to sit through one of these tedious necessities that came with being a captain, or a vice-captain.

"Yeah..." Leon replied with a lazy tone. "That's what I told my father, and he quirked an eyebrow at it too, but he wasn't going to exactly stop me from attending."

"So what are you really doing here?" Alistair asked while massaging his temples.

"Moral support?" Leon answered with a questioning tone, since he wasn't quite sure about it himself. But, what he did know was that he felt bad about leaving Alistair to deal with the aftermath on his own. Though it wasn't exactly his job to baby sit Alistair either, and watch his drinking habits.

Alistar rolled his eyes at his friend, “moral support”, yeah right. The last time he was his “moral support” he watched as he confessed to Yami Sukehiro and then passed out in front of him. Yeah some moral support Leon was. Alistar let out a soft sigh before pushing himself off the wall and he started walking with Leon and Ulla towards the meeting room.

“ You just want to see what Captain Sukehiro’s reaction to me being there is going to be.” Alistar half joked, his friend chuckled slightly.

“ Maybe a little.” Leon agreed as he pinched his fingers together slightly, Alistar shook his head.

“ Terrible.” He muttered jokingly, the three stood outside the tall oak doors and Alistar leaned against the frame a bit. “ Give me just a moment.” He asked as he held up a finger.

He was not only sick from the hangover, but just the thought of seeing Captain Sukehiro again made his stomach do all sorts of flips. That’s all he would need is to puke in front of Hikari’s father, or worse puke on her father. He paled at the thought.

“ Captain, are you ok?” Ulla asked again in concern before she turned to look at Leon who only watched Alistar, the white haired mage smiled weakly before patting the girl on the head.

“ You worry too much.” He told her before standing up straight again and he looked at Leon. “ If I say ‘Pun and Sun’ that’s the signal to kill me and end my suffering.”

"Your death shall be quick," Leon assured with a smirk.

"Nothing about this has been 'quick and easy'," Alistair muttered again before supporting himself against the doorframe and taking a deep breath.

Ulla and Leon watched Alistair push the door open, and hastily make his way to his seat without as much as a greeting form the other captains. Yami wasn't there yet, so he sighed to himself out of relief. Though Captain Roselei was, which made him frown for a bit. But then again, she had always been more punctual out of the two.

Leon and Ulla followed, exchanging their greetings. But the pleasantries were cut short by a low voice, coming from the corner of the room, from the same wall on which the door stood.

"Don't have the common courtesy to wish good morning?"

Alistair froze in place. Because... it was Captain Sukehiro's voice. He should have noticed his mana. He should've! But... it seemed that he had been too caught up with trying to compose himself.

Alistar swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as he turned slowly to face Yami, the taller man had a cool yet stern look in his eye as he looked Alistar up and down. Alistar quickly cleared his throat before speaking.

“ G-Good morning Captain Sukehiro.” Alistar said calmly, it took everything he had to keep his voice from shaking. Yami just stared at him before scoffing, pushing himself off the wall and walking past him.

“ You look like hell.” He grumbled, Alistar let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He watched as Captain Sukehiro sat down next to his wife, Alistar looked at Leon who only smiled, gave him a thumbs up and mouthed ‘Moral Support’. Alistar glared over his sunglasses at him and he shook his head before walking over to the meeting table.

“ Good morning.” He greeted everyone politely, he tried to give them his most charming and warm smile, but instead it came out more lopsided. He noticed Hikari wasn’t around and frowned, she must be in the bathroom? Or was she feeling unwell? If she didn’t show up during the meeting he would try and go see her, even if he felt awful he would always check on her and make sure she was ok.

“ Good morning Alistar,” Fuegoleon responded politely as did the other Captains, he frowned a bit at the young man's slightly disheveled appearance. He leaned towards his son and whispered. “ Is Alistar alright? I know you, him, and one of the Black Bulls went out last night.”

Leon leaned closer to his father, pondering for a moment whether or not he should reply in Thean, just to make sure that the events of last night wouldn't be overheard by those around them. But then again, speaking in a foreign language in a setting where most present didn't speak that particular language, would be rather rude.

"He..." Leon began in whispers. "He had one too many last night," he simply remarked, intending to tell a bit more once back home if it was necessary.

Fuegoleon only gave a slow nod as a reply. He couldn't really relate to being badly hungover, but to him it was nothing more than youthful self-discovery. And since Alistair was present at the meeting, he wanted to still complete his responsibilities, and would surely learn from this experience.

"No you had one too many, this one had a bucketful on top of that," Yami remarked as his eyes shifted between Leon and Alistair. His previous irritation seemed to be growing the longer he looked at white haired younger male who hadn't 'bothered to greet good morning'.

Fuegoleon quirked an eyebrow at Yami, as if to ask where his comment was coming from.

Alistair opened his mouth to reply, but then William walked in, and upon seeing the frowns around the table, he stopped in his tracks.

“ Good morning everyone.” William said hesitantly, he frowned as he looked around the room, it was as though he interrupted some conversation. He walked around to his seat and sat down before turning to his right to see his son looking worse for wear. He looked over at Yami, Fuegoleon, and Leon before looking back at Alistar.

“ Alistar,” he suddenly pulled his son’s dark glasses down and looked at his eyes. “ are you hungover?” Before Alistar could respond Yami snorted, causing William to look at him.

“ Yeah he is, your son drank a bucket full of alcohol last night and as you can see it didn’t agree with him.” Yami said as he crossed his arms, Alistar looked at Yami.

“ It wasn’t a ‘bucket full’ it was 2 glasses of really strong alcohol.” He mumbled, holding up two fingers. When he saw the glare Yami was giving him, Alistar paled further. “ s-sir.” He added softly. William sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

�� Do I even want to know why the three of you went out and decided to get drunk?” William asked as he leaned back in his seat, he was clearly disappointed in his son's behavior and coming to the meeting hungover. Sure it showed that he was willing to do his job and attend meetings no matter how he was feeling, but he also knew Alistar was better than this.

“ Depends, do you really want to know?” Yami asked William with a slightly raised brow.

"We didn't 'decide' to get drunk," Alistair tried, looking at his father, which made William glance at him.

"Yes," Leon butted in to the conversation. "Ezio left to escort a lady home, and we stayed to chat. And it really was only 2 glasses. I didn't think them to be that strong." He explained, trying to salvage what there was to be salvaged. "And besides, you didn't seem that bad off when we left." He added while looking at Alistair.

"So the decisions you made, you made with 'good judgement'?" Yami asked while turning his attention to Leon.

Leon paused for a moment, realizing that he had just given an opening for Captain Sukehiro to question his judgement. "Well... Things emerged during the conversation. And if you look at the decisions made, it's not so much about the decision itself, but more of a timing issue."

Yami quirked an eyebrow again, while Alistair glared at Leon over the table with a hint of pleading, and with a hint of anger.

" Why do you hate me? " He asked without thinking more about it.

"What happened? Exactly," William interrupted the conversation and turned his attention back to Yami.

“ Well idiot one and idiot two here came by the Black Bulls base last night,” Yami started as he leaned forward. “ Your son, idiot one, decided it would be a good idea to confess his feelings for my daughter Hikari *while* he was drunk. But instead of confessing to her he confessed to me.”

“ And idiot two,” Yami continued looking at Leon. “ just stood there supporting idiot one with a goofy smile on his face.” Yami finished.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop in the room. Everyone seemed surprised by this, except for Captain Roselei as she was the only other person who knew about Alistar’s feelings for Hikari.

Alistar was as white as his hair, his glasses having fallen further down the bridge of his nose as he listened to Captain Sukehiro rat him and Leon out, he glanced over to his friend and saw he was staring down at the table.

“ Does the ‘Pun and Sun’ kill command work for me as well if I say it?” Leon asked Alistar softly.

“ I’m sure it can be arranged.” Alistar muttered back softly before William leaned forward, as did Fuegoleon.

“ I’m sorry, you both did what?” William asked before looking towards his son, then Leon, and back again.

"I-" Alistair began, wondering about what he could say, if anything. "It... wasn't a good decision, but I... I needed a bit of encouragement..." Alistair mumbled. Which was true. It wasn't convincing or a good thing to say, but it was true. "It's no excuse but it's..."

William looked at his son, blinking, and then letting out a sigh. "It is not. But at least your judgement was clouded when you made the decision." He stated while glancing over at Leon.

"Just what are you implying?" Fuegoleon asked with a low tone, now looking at William instead.

William's eyes shifted to the vermillion haired captain with a courteous smile. "Well since Leon was still very much aware of his actions, and still enabled this to happen, surely he's accountable as well."

"You intend to pin the blame onto my son?" Fuegoleon asked again, now standing up.

"Both of your idiot sons are to blame," Yami scoffed while Charlotte glanced at Solara.

“ Unless you have something actually constructive to say Yami, I would suggest you stay out of this.” William said holding up a hand towards Yami before turning his attention to Fuegoleon, everyone could feel the amount of intense mana radiating off both men as they tried to defend their son’s.

“ Well Yami,” Fuegoleon suddenly turned to face the dark haired man. “ since your daughter spends so much time with them, then is it right to assume she enjoys the company of idiots?” He asked with a raised brow, Yami stood up and glared at the vermillion haired mage.

“Are you calling my daughter an idiot-lover, Oldgoleon?” He asked in a threatening tone, William then chuckled.

“ I mean, we don’t know what Hikari’s feelings are. But if we were to assume that she liked Alistar and Leon, then by extension that would make her an idiot as well.” William pointed out, Yami turned to look at him. The room exploded with mana, it wasn’t only coming from Fuegoleon and William but now Yami as well.

“ You’ve gone too far, Goldie Guts.” Yami said in a raised tone, causing Alistar to clutch the side of his head in pain. If his head wasn’t pounding before it surely was now, Fuegoleon scoffed.

“ You’re the one that started it by calling our sons idiots Yami.” Fuegoleon pointed out and William nodded in agreement.

"No it was your sons that started this overall," Yami replied while finally standing up as the very walls seemed to bend away from the overwhelming mana inside the room.

Charlotte leaned over the table, whispering to Solara while keeping her eyes firmly on the three men. "You think we should intervene?"

"Hmm..." She hummed while glancing over. "I'm tempted to see just how far this escalates... If it seems like they'll do something irreversible, then we'll intervene." She pondered before lifting her tea cup to her lips. "Unless, of course, you want to stop them now."

Charlotte though about it for a moment, listening onto the bickering for a moment. "They're grown men," she finally concluded, taking a sip of her tea as well, while all the other captains and vice captains looked at the two of them, and the trio, and then Charlotte and Solara again.

Leon's gaze shifted between his father, Alistair, and his mother, unsure of what to do.

And Alistair, Alistair wondered if there was a hole where he could just crawl into and die.

Suddenly, the oak doors opened and in walked Hikari Sukehiro. She looked around as she saw chaos erupting, she could feel the mana on the other side of the door when she approached but hadn’t realized it had been all three Captain’s. She noticed all of their ki was aggressive and yet somewhat...childish? She frowned and slyly made her way over to Alistar, apparently the ‘adults’ were too busy bickering to notice.

“ What the heck happened?” She whispered in Alistar’s ear causing him to jump slightly and turn to look at her, she frowned a bit as she looked him up and down. “ Geez what happened to you?”

Alistar held a finger up to his lips before signaling to Leon to follow him, both men stood up from their seats and, without thinking, Alistar took Hikari’s hand and led them to a corner of the room. Alistar sat down in the chair and leaned back as his head continued to pound.

“ So what happened?” Hikari asked, looking from Leon to Alistar, the white haired man still hadn’t let go of her hand Leon noticed with an amused smile.

“ Well long story short; Alistar got drunk last night so he’s currently hungover, your dad called him and I idiots, our dads jumped to our defense and pointed out that you liking and hanging out with us also made you an idiot and this is the end result.” Leon explained as the yelling got louder and it seemed the walls were continuing to bend because of it.

Hikari blinked, and her eyes shifted between the two. Alistair looked bad off. Really bad off. In the way someone with a hungover would look.

"That's... pretty much it..." Alistair replied, confirming Leon's explanation.

But still. The explanation didn't really explain anything to her. Or perhaps it did. She thought Alistar to be better than to get wasted before an important meeting. That in itself was weird. But why was dad calling him and Leon idiots? Surely it had something to do with getting drunk. And perhaps Leon allowing Alistair to get drunk. But why was dad so... emotional about it? Calling them idiots? It wasn't like him. Usually he'd just shrug it off, or maybe snicker about it. Maybe. But this.. it was-

There was a crash, which woke her from her thoughts. And the next thing she knew was the sight of her mom dragging her father by the ear. "I can't believe you dropped down to this level," she frowned with her brow twitching.

"But honey- ow, ow, ow," Yami tried, while still being dragged by Charlotte towards the hallway.

Fuegoleon and William chuckled as they watched Charlotte dragging Yami away, until Fuegoleon felt a similar pull on his ear and he turned to see Solara glaring at him as well.

“ I think that’s quite enough Fuegoleon, I swear I thought you were better than this.” Solara said in a disapproving tone as she dragged her husband out of the room as well, William continued to chuckle as he watched them.

“ My how the mighty have fallen. Both the Lion and the Bull have been tamed and are now as harmless as a house cat and a calf.” He chuckled before it died in his throat when Solara and Charlotte glared at him.

“ You know William, we both still have one free hand each,” Charlotte pointed out and Solara nodded in agreement.

“ And you have two free ears that no one’s pinching, so unless you’d like us both to grab one of your ears. I suggest you keep quiet.” Solara said and William paled a bit but nodded.

“ Geez, when did the adults start acting like children?” Hikari muttered with a sigh and shake of her head.

"You know that it was his son that-" Yami tried to explain to Charlotte, only to have his ear pinched even stronger.

"Don't you dare try continue this," Charlotte glared at him.

"Yeah dad!" Hikari exclaimed marching towards her father. "So what he got drunk?! As a grown man you should be able to be more mature about it!" She scolded him.

Solara sighed, looking at Fuegoleon again with a quirked eyebrow.

"Yes dear..." he only spoke before being let go, and started heading out towards the hallway.

Leon let out a faint snicker, unable to contain the absurdity of the moment, but instead earned a similar glare from his mother. Which made any signs of amusement fade from him. "Nothing mom..."

Meanwhile Charlotte and Hikari, who had proceeded to grab Yami's other ear between her fingers, were dragging Yami out.

And as it all was taking place, everyone else in the room, those who were simply observing, did just that. They looked at it all, unfolding before them without really wanting to intervene.

“ I’ll talk to you guys later, try to sleep off that hangover Alistar.” Hikari said, turning slightly to face the room before walking out with her mother and father, Alistar gave the dark haired girl and his vermillion haired friend a small wave goodbye as they exited the room. William sighed softly and looked at the other Captains and Vice Captains.

“ I apologize for the chaos and for our behavior, I promise this will never happen again. This meeting will continue at a later date, you may leave.” William said, the other captains and vice captains nodded and left the room, Ulla looked at Alistar and he nodded so she also exited the room.

Once the oak doors clicked shut William sighed and walked over towards Alistar and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“ Come on, let’s get you back home.” William said softly, Alistar nodded and stood up, as the room began to spin and tilt slightly he leaned against his father.

“ I’m sorry, this is all my fault. I...I should have been more responsible.” Alistar mumbled softly, if he hadn’t gone out last night and hadn’t gone to the Black Bulls to confess to Hikari, maybe today and the meeting wouldn’t have been such a disaster.

William looked at his son in silence for a moment. It was only the two of them now, so he could speak freely. But he didn't really know what to tell Alistair.

He might have had his white hair, the hair he was now gently stroking as Alistair leaned against him. But his eyes always reminded him of his wife. And, he found himself thinking how she would probably have had something constructive to say.

William looked up to the ceiling, though his gaze extended far further than that. I didn't think this would be so hard... He thought, hoping that she might hear him. Though if you were here, you would probably have dragged me out just like those two were. He smiled to himself.

"Confessing your feelings is hard," William began, trying to think of something comforting, but ending up thinking about how nervous he was around his wife in the beginning. "And... things could certainly have... gone smoother. But... I wasn't exactly on my best behaviour either...." He admitted while turning his gaze back to Alistair.

“ Heh. None of us were on our best behavior.” Alistar admitted with a humorless laugh, things should have gone differently but sadly they hadn’t, he heard his father sigh softly as he continued stroking his son’s head. Even though Alistar was an adult now, he still wanted to try and comfort him the best way he could. Alistar did seem to take comfort in the small gesture as he leaned slightly more into his fathers touch.

“ Did I ever tell you how your mother confessed to me?” William asked suddenly, it was a bit of an embarrassing story, well not embarrassing but it was very...sudden? His son turned his head a bit to look at his father.

“ I don’t think so, was it as bad as what I did?” Alistar asked, William chuckled and shook his head.

“ No it wasn’t as bad as what you did,” Alistar groaned at his fathers words but let him continue. “ Your mother was a very direct person, sure she seemed sweet in public but she was actually quite different when it was just us. Long story short, I went to see her one day and she just came out and said she was in love with me, that she couldn’t imagine spending the rest of her life with anyone else, and asked if I felt the same way.”

“ Sounds like her. I wish I could be that direct.” Alistar mumbled with a soft laugh and his father laughed as well.

“ Your mother was one of a kind.” He admitted with a fond smile as all the memories of him and his wife floated to the surface of his mind.

Alistair looked away with sorrowful eyes, feeling longing that didn't really make sense to him. How could he miss someone who he had never met? But. No matter how absurd it seemed, he did feel sad about not meeting his mother.

"And I'm sure that she would have something helpful to say," William continued while looking at his son. "Either that or then I would be getting dragged away just like Fuegoleon and Yami," he chuckled.

Alistar scoffed a little, thinking about the sight. If the situation would have been anything else than what it was, he might have laughed out loud while witnessing it, depending on who was there to see.

"But.. um...." William tried to think of what he was trying to say a moment before. "It's not easy to confess your feelings. I didn't have to, or I didn't get to, I suppose, be the one to confess. Your mother did that for me. So... you're trying to do something very brave, and... I should scold you for trying to confess with fool's courage," he spoke with a slightly more stern tone of voice. "I can understand why you did so."

Alistair gazed up to his father again, feeling an array of emotions. He wasn't pleased about everything going the way it did. And he wasn't exactly happy about deciding to confess his feelings while drunk. But... His dad was on his side with this.

“ I shouldn’t have been so stupid, but what’s done is done and I can’t change it.” Alistar admitted softly. “ But I can make my next confession better and they way Hikari deserves to be confessed too.” Alistar added with a bit more strength and determination, William smiled with slight pride before he gently ruffled his son's head.

“ I know you will, and if there’s anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to let me know. I’m sure Leon and the others wouldn’t mind helping either.” William said. “ but think it’s time we got you home,” William added as he walked with his son towards the exit, Alistar nodded in agreement as he stood up a little more straight before regretting his decision and leaning against his father again.

“ I hate being hungover.” Alistar grumbled as his father chuckled, he opened the doors as quietly as he could before shutting them softly behind them.

“ Next time you go out with your friends, how about not going to a tavern?” William suggested as his son rolled his eyes at the suggestion.

"It was Ezio's idea," Alistair scoffed.

"Well in that case, perhaps it would be your turn to pick," William chuckled while supporting his son.

"Yeah, I suppose it would," Alistair agreed with a small smile before taking a deep breath and trying to stand a bit more upright. But this time he straightened his posture little by little, unlike before, which made it much more tolerable.

William smiled. And, despite of everything, he was proud. He'd always be proud of Alistair, no matter what. Though, he had to admit, he was sure that they'd both do a little bit better if... it wasn't just the two of them.

So, William gazed up again, asking if his wife was proud of them too. And of course there was no answer. Or... perhaps there was, in the way wind outside made a few petals dance in front of a window.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰!

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long-cosmos-overhead · 4 years

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Prompt: Can I get a Thranduil one where the reader landed in middle earth and went through the whole journey with the fellowship. She's really close with the group so Legolas suggests that she visits mirkwood with him and meet her father. When Thranduil meets her, he instantly takes a liking to her. She has an attitude and he just finds her adorable. It's nothing romantic more like a protective platonic relationship sort of daughter like one. Please do headcanons if you don't mind, can you make it long?

As requested it is super long 🥰

(I do not own LoTR or it’s characters/ gif not mine)

You were needless to say exhausted after travelling with the fellowship you all did so much that beforehand you would’ve said was impossible not to mention emotionally chipped at having to part ways with your friends

You became extremely close to Legolas the pair of you instantly became like two peas in a pod, you were his self proclaimed best friend and he was your self proclaimed favourite elf

Friendly affection was not at all weird for you even the company would walk by, find you both relaxing legs tangled and laughing and it would be completely normal

Legolas always left you with his bow when he had to attend to something, he put complete trust in you, he came back and found you trying to hit a tree with his bow and instead of getting angry like everyone anticipated, he taught you how to use it well into the night

Eventually Legolas let you touch his hair, he had taught you before that hair was only allowed to be touched by family, lovers or close friends that was the extent of your friendship and soon after he began braiding your hair

You and Legolas were joined at the hip by the time the quest was over, you had pondered a lot about where you would go afterwards since you had no home in Middle Earth and Legolas himself did ask where your home was

When you told him you didn’t have one he almost immediately started convincing you to come home to Mirkwood with him, he was slightly worried about what his father would say to bringing a human back with him but you were his best friend and not only would he feel endlessly awful for leaving you out to fend for yourself the rest of your life but the thought of being separated from his best friend was also a thought he could never warm up to

Turns out Thranduil loved you right from the first meeting, Legolas had introduced you and since you were burnt out, sleep deprived and sore you fell right into him and to top it off you said he smelt nice and him and Legolas had the same hair

Legolas was certain you were done for but instead Thranduil smiled a little and ordered a guard to take you to one of the guest rooms after you had gone he told Legolas to make sure you stayed in Mirkwood

Needless to say Legolas was stunned but exstatic

Something about you made Thranduil instantly protective and put him in a good mood he couldn’t place what it was but he instantly liked you secretly he found your sleep deprived self adorable and he wanted you to stay in Mirkwood

He came to visit you in the guest chambers the next day and from there you only grew closer, the pair of you ended up talking for hours before Thranduil remembered he has duties to take care of

You didn’t want him to leave after finally having such an interesting conversation so you said “If it really needed to be done someone would’ve found you right, I mean you are the King”

That was the first Thranduil had heard your sarcasm and outlook on things and he loved it, to him it was like a breath of fresh air having someone treat him as more of a friend than a King for once and he looked at you and laughed

He stayed from the time the sun rose to the time the sun set talking with you, he even chose to walk you round a few of the halls and walked you back to the guest room

Since then you spent as much time with Thranduil as you did with Legolas, Thranduil loved you as his own he saw you as his best friend and in some cases his daughter, he loved your attitude especially the way you got into a bit of light hearted trouble

You and Legolas were hanging out in the stables one day when you decided to ‘accidentally’ miss throwing the bucket of water over the horse and instead throw it on a guard that was standing nearby the guard was soaked and you got caught for laughing too much

The guard took you right to Thranduil to complain and the whole time you were standing trying not to laugh at the sight of a soaking wet guard try to explain to the King of Mirkwood that his sons best friend just threw water over him

It seemed Thranduil felt the same way as after the guard left he looked you dead in the eye and said “do it when I’m around next time” you were thrilled

Thranduil always kept his eye on you, you were far younger than Legolas and despite how strong you may be the elves were genetically a lot stronger this meant you got hurt more and sick easier

You actually did get sick once Thranduil sensed you were getting a bit lethargic and less energetic but when he heard news you were bedridden with a nasty case of the flu he resigned from all his duties as king and stayed with you only returning to run the kingdom if you had fallen asleep for the night or if Legolas took his place

You had him wrapped around your finger that whole week, Thranduil got extremely protective of you no one was allowed near you aside from him, Legolas and a few healers

He made sure your temperature was normal even if it meant having to take away layers if you claimed you were freezing, he personally made you food and it turns out he was a great cook something which you complimented him on and he insisted on letting you cuddle up to him ignoring you when you declined saying you didn’t want to get him sick elves don’t get sick often anyways

Legolas teased him for going soft around you, his council light heartedly said he was going soft for a human even you said he was going soft to which he declined every single time his excuse always “humans are fragile, I am simply watching she isn’t hurt”

Biggest lie he’d ever told, he loves you to death and he’s been seen on more than one occasion at the door of your room asking if you want to see the stars or hang out for the day

You have a little thing you like to do when Thranduil gets particularly miserable or grumpy (sadly it still happens) you leave notes or drawing or stupid jokes in the pockets of his robes so when he’s having a rough or long day he can reach into his pocket and find a stupid drawing of an elf he hates or a note telling him about the time you fell off a horse it never fails to make him smile

Like Legolas, Thranduil warms up to the idea of letting you touch his hair and vice versa you always feel so lucky to be able to touch a princes and kings hair not to mention his hair is stunning, you can braid it to your hearts content and even if your hairstyling skills are limited or advanced it’ll go right back to the silky smooth, flawless style he had it in before you beg him and Legolas to tell you their secrets instead they either laugh or jokingly braid your hair to make you feel better

Legolas and Thranduil are both protective of you but Thranduil takes the title of most protective by a long shot, Legolas knows your can hold your own but he’s got his eye on you and fights beside you he’s more of a look out for you person

Thranduil however is endlessly protective you’re more fragile than him or Legolas and he would be devastated if something were to happen to you, one of the stairs broke on the spiral leading to your room and he carried you up them until they were fixed

You went out with Thranduil, Tauriel and a few other elves to assess the spider situation in the forest it was nothing bad in fact the forests had been relatively safe for a while now so really there was nothing to fear

You had been walking around for a while now and we’re about to leave with the others until a spider hatchling jumped on you, in your shock you dropped your blade and bruised your back and shoulders during the fall

You didn’t even have time to scream or process what happened before Thranduil had killed it and you were in his arms in an instant

He looked more scared than you however bear in mind you were still in shock, Thranduil was pretty frantic searching for any bites or big injuries to be relived that you were only a little sore and bruised after realising you were okay he hugged you tight, the horror of losing his best and most trusted friend almost became a reality

Thranduil and Legolas personally took care of you, Legolas made stupid jokes and helped put away your weapons and clothing while Thranduil tended to your injuries gently leading you into his embrace when he was done

Thranduil cuddled you like a koala for a long time just making sure you were there if things went wrong he didn’t want to think where you would be meanwhile Legolas played with hair calming you down a little but the best part was you were surrounded by your favourite elves in the whole world

You were so glad you fell to Middle Earth

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mercurytrinemoon · 4 years

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Electional astrology: natal charts for social media accounts, anyone?

Recently, whenever I'm about to do something (especially start something new), I like to make sure I do it at the right time from astrological point of view. I think of aspects, yes, but I pay close attention to the rising sign.

So I was about to register on twitch. Not to make streams myself but to watch and comment (long story short, idk if anyone have heard of this but Mike Shinoda from Linkin Park has been doing twitch streams every day since quarantine. He's making music and answering questions and to ask a question you have to collect points so after a few months of watching that stuff unregistered, I snapped because he's an Aquarius Sun and turns out that dumbass thinks Aquarius is a water sign *multiple face palms* and now I'm motivated to finally sign up, collect enough points and just correct him lol. Eh.)

Ok, back to the topic.

So I thought, ok, if I'm gonna sign up for yet another social media platform, it won't hurt to pick a date with the Moon sign I want and a fun rising, right? And then I was watching Alyssa Trahan's video on the Glee curse and how she looked at Glee's natal chart and I thought, yup, if you're putting something out there, starting something new, better look at what's going on on the sky.

And then it led me to my social media accounts, my twitter and instagram. I'm kind of fine with twitter, I tend to have these word vomits there and I fangirl over things people who follow me probably don't give a crap, but whatever. The Veronicas and Garbage are following me there so, either way, I'm sticking to my account.

BUT instagram... oh boy. I'm struggling with it SO HARD. I signed up in 2015 and I still have like, 50 followers, that is embarassing. I wanted to post my art there, and I did but I barely get any recognition. I haven't really painted in a while cause I've been obsessing over my guitar skills for over a year now so I though, maybe I'll start posting that... eh.

So I generated a chart for my ig account (good thing I still have the confirmation email) and OH MY GOD it all makes sense. It has Scorpio rising and Scorpio Moon - both can be polarizing and off-putting and too intense AND it has Saturn in the 1st house (!!!!). So NO WONDER I'm being so critical over the things I'm posting there and then I end up deleting it after a while. MC is in Virgo, which seems super boring for a social media account and also probably, again, makes me very hesitatant to post anything and then critical over it once I do post it. Sun is unaspected. There's literally only 5 aspects - 3 squares, one exact Uranus-Mars conjunction, which makes a trine to retrograding Jupiter. RETROGRADING. Ugh. And all of the planets, except for that Jupiter, are below the horizon. Not a good thing to be recognized.

But funny thing is, I signed up on twitter when Jupiter (unfortunately ratrograding as well) was making a loose opposition to my natal Jupiter. And I made my ig account when Jupiter was conjunct my natal Jupiter almost to the exact minute (!!!!!). Which I find so interesting.

So I had an idea to delete my ig account and make a new one. I’ll probably do it when Jupiter will be in Aquarius... which, funnily enough, will yet again be on my Jupiter cycle (opposition).

Btw, my twitter account has Sag rising and Jupiter-Venus opposition and Mercury-Mars square and Sun-Uranus opposition lol no wonder I act so weird there.

Ok, so what I was trying to put across is, I bet all these social media accounts that blow up have nice charts. Friggin Leo or Gemini risings or whatever. Because, everyone on socials can be funny, witty and nice looking so why are some so underrated? And vice versa.

Idk, I’m kind of thinking out loud. If anyone has any thoughts or observations, as always, feel free to share :)

#weird thoughts #i had a light buld moment i guess #astro talk vomit #i wrote this post a few months ago and never published it ooops #astrology #social media #electional astrology #event astrology #astro notes #mercurytrinemoon

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magioftheseas · 4 years

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Look Look Look

Summary: They both have one reason for interacting with each other, and that reason is to get Momota Kaito's attention.

Rating: T

Warnings: This is angst. It’s pretty bitter.

Notes: This is for Jen who wanted “Ouma using Saihara to get to Kaito” and my brain was like “okay but imagine Saihara being the same” and this is what I ended up with because I have Chapter 4 on the brain. Uh. Don’t read this if you’re looking for Saiouma Saiouma because it very much isn’t a Saiouma fic.

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“Oi, Shuuichi!” With a friendly wave and a friendlier grin, Momota Kaito shone brighter than the sun. “Hey, you got any free time or what?”

It’s so bright it hurts to look at. Bright enough that he wants to shrivel and retreat into the shadows, but that wasn’t going to happen when two thin arms latch onto his own like a vice.

“Soooorry, Momota-chan!” Ouma exclaims with the same amount of cheer, even if it’s just a cheap facsimile of the real thing. He presses against Saihara, his grip unforgiving rather than secure. “Saihara-chan already promised his day away to little ol’ me!”

“You again?!” Momota’s smile dropped, his teeth gritting. “Haven’t you been hogging enough of Shuuichi’s time! Seriously, Shuuichi...” Momota’s gaze darts towards him, and Saihara freezes under such a strong stare. He’d reach up to yank down the brim of his hat—but dammit. Momota had convinced him to toss the thing weeks ago. “He’s not blackmailing you, is he?”

“Wah! What a horrible thing to accuse someone!” Ouma squeezes his arm hard enough to cut off circulation. Saihara thinks of trapped wolves gnawing off their legs to escape. Ouma sniffles, exaggerated but still putting on an impeccable show regardless with tears welling up in his eyes. “T-That you’d even think so lowly of me, Momota-chan... That hurts! That really, really hurts!”

Momota looks unimpressed, but his gaze bores into Ouma. Saihara thinks of leeches.

“It’s nothing like that,” he whispers. “It’s not—anything like that, Momota-kun. I’m fine, it’s fine.”

Momota hardly looks relieved. He’s also hardly looking at Saihara at all, gaze still focused more on Ouma, wiping off his face and sniffling loudly. Momota’s brow furrows the way it does when he’s working on a puzzle.

Saihara thinks of drowning. Drowning with leeches.

“It’s fine,” he repeated. “I’ll talk to you later, Momota-kun.” A pause. A sharp inhale. “Ouma-kun. Let’s go.”

“M-Mm,” Ouma nods, still caught in his tearful act. “I wanna leave right away. Momota-chan is horrible!”

Momota rolled his eyes, but he does grin at Saihara. Easy and kind. Saihara eagerly searches his expression for a reassuring hint of disappointment.

“Later, Shuuichi.”

Momota waves him off, turning on his heel without another comment. Saihara feels cold.

“Ooh,” Ouma coos, quiet and pressing up against him again. Saihara can feel the other’s racing heart and contemplates digging his elbow into Ouma’s sternum. Of course. He’d never do anything like that. He wasn’t Momota Kaito, after all.

Momota, who does glance back. At Ouma. Ouma sticks his tongue out, and Momota hurriedly snaps his head forward with a huff.

He hadn’t given Saihara a second glance.

“Come oooon, Saihara-chan,” Ouma sing-songs, and pulls him along. Weakling that he is, worthless coward that he is, Saihara follows mutely.

No matter who it is, he just goes along with what the other person wants. Even if he doesn’t really want to do whatever they want to do, he just goes along with it. He can’t say he enjoys being around other people, honestly. He’s not like Akamatsu, who laughs with others and leads as easily as she breathes. Momota is like that, too, of course, but Momota is—

He’s special. Like that.

He’s special and shining, and someone like Saihara Shuuichi can’t stand being around him just as much as he wants to bask in that radiance until he burns to a crisp.

And that’s why he...tolerates Ouma. Sits with him and picks at the treats, at his teacup. It’s more tolerable than those weird card games that Ouma likes to force him through. Or the inane games of Clue. Or the detective dramas that he’s sure Ouma puts on just to watch him squirm.

He doesn’t enjoy it. But, he doesn’t think Ouma’s super crazy about his company either no matter how much he laughs.

They both have one reason for interacting with each other, and that reason—

“I think it’s best to break things off, Ouma-kun.”

“Eh? You’re breaking up with me, Saihara-chan?” Ouma doesn’t even pause in sipping his tea. It’s like they’re discussing how it might rain soon with his dry his tone is. “Just like that, huh.”

“It’s...” Saihara swallowed. He pushes away his own cup. “The more I hang out with you, the less Momota-kun looks at me.”

He just looks at you. You, you, you.

He can’t bear to say that because the last thing he needs is Ouma giving him one of those truly unpleasant smirks.

“You said that an upside to us hanging out would be that Momota-kun would pay me more attention.” Saihara tries not to grit his teeth. “But, it’s been the opposite. Because you’re nothing more than a dirty liar, Ouma-kun.”

Ouma doesn’t even look offended. He just looks bored.

“How was I supposed to know this was how things would turn out?” he asks, yawning into his hand. “Do I look like a seer? Well. It does break my heart that this backfired for you, Saihara-chan. My deepest, sincerest apologies.”

There’s not even an attempt to fake sincerity. For that, Saihara hates him.

“You had a suspicion it wouldn’t. You...”

“Me?” Ouma does feign innocence with wide eyes and pursed lips. “Don’t tell me that you think I’m trying to steal Momota-chan from you. Whyever would I do that? I already have Gonta, I have Amami-chan...” He ticks on his fingers. “Kiiboy’s so fun to mess with, too. And Akamatsu-chan! She’s so much better than Momota-chan. Whatever would I even need Momota-chan for?”

How is he supposed to answer that? Is he supposed to explain all the ways that Momota is kind and wonderful? How Momota is his strength and stability and how lucky he is to know him? How Momota is so overflowing with care and consideration that he looks out for everyone? Everyone—including Ouma?

How Momota keeps looking after Ouma, how he keeps bothering with Ouma, how he gets so worked up over Ouma, how he gets so fixated on Ouma because Ouma makes himself such a troublemaker—!

Ouma smiles at him, and Saihara knows in a heartbeat that the other is well aware. Of all that. There’s no point. There’s no point in trying to play along.

“The only reason you even pretended to notice me was because of Momota-kun.” That’s just a fact. He’s suspected it from the beginning. He’s not the kind of person to just attain another’s interest, after all. Even kind-hearted people like Akamatsu and Momota just treat him as they would any other person. “You wanted his attention, too.”

And you got it. You won. But.

“You don’t even know what to do with it. Momota-kun could look at you like you hung the moon and stars, and you wouldn’t have any idea what to do. You only know how to keep others at a distance, even as you manipulate them into chasing you. Ouma-kun...” Saihara blinked, realizing. “You’re pathetic.”

Ouma’s expression does change. He sets the tea aside. He leans in. There’s nothing but shadows encasing them both. Not a hint of light. Radiance. Anything.

“And you’re any better? If you wanted Momota-chan’s attention, surely there are better ways than trying to make him jealous. The two of you are supposed to be friends, right? Sai-ha-ra-chan?”

“You’re right,” he conceded. “I’m pathetic, too. But...at least being with you let me see the truth.”

That Momota-kun isn’t going to look at me the way he looks at you.

“Truth?”

It’s funny. Ouma looks genuinely confused. It’s really, really funny.

“What truth?”

“As a detective, it was easy to figure out,” he replied solemnly, shrugging as he did. “But, for a liar like you... It’ll probably take you a while, Ouma-kun.”

“What truth?” Ouma repeated, irritated. “You aren’t even going to tell me? You’re just going to keep that shit to yourself?! You sleazeball!”

Saihara stood up, pulling away even as Ouma scowled at him. With how small Ouma was, it was a wonder anyone could find him intimidating.

“I’m breaking things off. I’m just going to be a normal friend to Momota-kun. And you—you can do whatever, Ouma-kun. I don’t care. I really don’t.”

“Saihara-chan!” Ouma whined. Saihara doesn’t even twitch.

If he had been Momota, he would’ve at least grimaced with annoyance. But he’s not, so he doesn’t. There’s nothing to his expression at all.

“Do whatever you want,” he repeated, and he only lets his voice lower for this one thing. “Except, that’s a lie. I will keep an eye on what you do to Momota-kun. As his friend.”

“You liar,” Ouma hissed. “You’re an even worse liar than I am.”

“But I’m not as pathetic as you.”

Ouma opened his mouth, and then he shut it. His eyes glimmered with emotion—a storm of emotions that Saihara didn’t want to be caught up in, so he turned away.

“Have a nice day.”

“Ouma’s been in such a stormy mood lately,” Momota sighs later when they’re finally together. Except, Harukawa is there, too, and she’s outwardly irritated.

“Why do you care?” she griped.

“I don’t!” Momota exclaimed, and Saihara notes that it’s such an obvious lie that it’s despairing. Especially when Momota clears his throat a little, and even looks flustered. “I just...notice these things. You don’t think something happened, do ya?”

“I don’t know.” Harukawa rolled her eyes. “And I don’t care.”

Momota shuffles uncomfortably. He looks a little uncertain.

“What do you think, Shuuichi?” he asks next, looking at him—really looking towards him. And how dearly Saihara wanted to agree with Harukawa and tell him not to worry at all.

Except. He knows he doesn’t have that kind of control. And if he can’t do anything about Momota and Ouma getting closer, at the very least he doesn’t want himself and Momota to become more distant.

“Maybe... You should ask him yourself.”

Momota lights up.

“Yeah! Good point! I’ll do that, then! Thanks, Shuuichi!”

He shines brighter than the sun.

It hurts so much.

#Magi fics #Saimota #Oumota #Shuuichi Saihara #kokichi ouma

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paulieshore · 4 years

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Obey Me / SCM Au Series

Warnings: conflict of interest, triggers, drama

Words 2741

I do not own the rights to these characters, characters belong to:

· Obey me! Shall we date

· Star crossed myth - Voltage

Chapter 8: Find Her!

The House of Gods

Karno grabbed Scorpio by the shoulders, shouting “WHERE IS SHE SCORPIO, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

Karno who was kind, considerate and calm, furious with Scorpio. Gods one by one, slowly appearing in the common room. Leon was permitted to return in aid of the search, and had to pull Karno off of Scorpio.

(Even though he would have loved watching his vice minister kick his ass)

“She’s not in her room!” Ichthys says

“Nor any of the rooms for that matter...” Dui says with his head down, sad.

Leon clicks his tongue, “Well down Vice Minister Dickhead, you made the goldfish run away. Making more work for all of us.”

“SHUT UP! ARE YOU ANY BETTER!” Scorpio steps towards him.

“ENOUGH!”

Zyglavis enters, with a grimace look.

“Scorpio you had one job. Just one today, is it so hard to show even the slightest compassion towards humans. Or have you forgotten you were one, once?” Zyglavis raised voice causes most in the room to stiffen.

Scorpio’s face twisted into one of shock, clicking his tongue. He remains silent, and turns his head down.

“They’re will be punishments for this.” Looking around to everyone in the room “First, we must find the girl. She can’t have gone far!”

…

All twelve went looking and reconvened back in the common room.

Hue points out, “She wasn’t at her own apartment…” Holding his chin in thought. “We couldn’t even see her in the pools….”

“Do you think those demons have Goldie?” Teorus asks

Zyglavis shakes his head, “No, we would have still seen her in the reflecting pool. Karno, was she at this friend of hers?”

Karno shook his head extremely frustrated, “No, I went to Solomon’s and couldn’t detect Y/N’s presence. He claims, he hasn’t spoken to her recently…”

“This Solomon though is a sorcerer, no? He could be hiding her.” Partheno adds with a look of curiosity.

“But we can see him in the reflecting pool, so we should see her then. Besides, a mere wizard able to hide something from a god.” Krioff speaks out loud his trail of thoughts.

Partheno taps his chin, “Interesting, seems our Goldie is Houdini now too…”

Krioff whispers to Partheno to knock it off, casting pitiful eyes over to Karno.

…

He looks at Scorpio “I have watched over her, her whole life. If anything happens to her because of you… I will be the one to punish you, regardless of who I am. Hear me well, Scorpio.” then storms out of the room.

Everyone gawks at him, Karno is clearly; emotionally distraught.

“I have an idea” Leon pushing himself off the wall, with a smug smile.

Human Realm: Solomon’s Apartment

…

You hid in the bedroom closet for safe measure, Karno had unexpectedly shown up at Solomon’s door.

Well, you had a feeling he would, luckily Solomon’s spell worked. He played it off cool, pretending at first not knowing who Karno was, then pretending to remember

‘oh yes, your Y/N’s friend from the other day, would you like to come in?’. Offered Karno tea and all…

He even said he’d call you infront of him, aiding the act that he hadn’t seen or spoken to you. It was blood pumping, and risky but somehow pulled off.

Solomon was a mystery to you, but at this moment he was your life line.

…

“Y/N if we’re caught, just know I’m throwing you under the bus for having me lie to a god.“ He says laughing.

Night fell

“Here you can borrow a pair of my pyjamas, why don’t you get some sleep after you shower?” He comes back into the living room and passes you a set of clothes.

“I’m sorry for troubling you Solomon, I’m indebted. I’ll sleep on the couch if that’s alright.”

“Oh no, no, no. I can’t have a lady sleeping on the couch, I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman.” Giving you a coy smile.

After a bit of negotiating with him, you both ended up sharing his bed.

However, you couldn’t sleep; mind racing.

You two slept back to back; but Solomon tossed a lot. He turned over and you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

Even more nerve racking.

You were processing today’s events in your mind, guilt creeping in for running off. They weren’t all terrible, just terrible attitudes. You had put up with a lot with the brothers, and yet you couldn’t give the same compromise back to those gods. You tried; you really did… A few of them were just rather difficult.

How you missed how life was before all this.

Suddenly, Solomon started shifting again and threw an arm over you. Pulling you into his shirtless chest.

You don’t remember him going to bed without a shirt on?!?

Nuzzling his nose into your hair and inhaling deeply, “Oh, Y/N… I’ll save you.” He mumbles in his sleep.

!!!!

Your breathing hitched and your brain blew up at this point….

The House of Gods

Leon summoned Simeon, obviously Luke trailed along.

“Chief, you summoned us?” Simeon sits down.

Leon’s hands were clamped together, index fingers up and tapping, thinking.

“Sir?” Simeon calls again

“You requested to personally watch over Solomon, yes?”

Luke barks out, “Yes sir, we both did sir.”

Leon’s eyes dart straight to Luke, who stood in terror (not that he’d admit too it).

“You’ve got your wish. I will allow it, under one circumstance…”

“Which is, sir?”

“We’ve run into a little problem. That punishment prick scared off the goldfish.”

“Goldfish, sir?”

“THE GIRL!”

Luke and Simeon seemed genuinely surprised by the news.

“This has to stay quiet; we don’t need all of the heavens knowing. One mortal girl managed to evade not one, but twelve gods.”

Simeon “Can you not just view her where abouts in the pool? “

“We’ve been looking, I suspect the girl is hiding under that wizard’s protection. I plan to go myself and sniff her out… I want you to watch who this ‘Solomon’ interacts with.” What Leon doesn’t say out loud, is the fact this wizard is wielding black magic.

Where there is darkness such as that, there’s bound to be sources, evil sources.

Devildom

Mammon decided to slip out from class, he texted Asmo to meet near the cafeteria. Waiting around hiding, if Lucifer caught him, he’d be strung up!

…

“Pst, hey!”

!!!

Mammon just about squeals like a girl. “Man don’t go sneaking around like that!”

Asmo frowns, “You’re also sneaking around, what do you want?”

“Tell me where Solomon lives.”

Asmo’s eyes widen, “You’re going to see Y/N, aren’t you?!”

“Just tell me quickly before Lucifer figures out that we’re not in class!”

Asmo pouts and shakes his head.

“Give me your phone then!”

“No and no, if you want to see her then you’ll have to just follow me!”

Mammon was momentarily confused, realising his brother’s intent to lead him there.

“Fine, fine, but we better leave, like now!”

The two of them manage to slip out of the school grounds and straight into the city. Asmo didn’t inform Solomon of their plan, wanting to surprise you. So, without his help; they were going to need a witch to help them get to the human world, luckily Mammon knew a few. Taking the main portals would definitely trigger Lucifer in knowing, what they were up too. Leading them to using secretive ones, that was their best option.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, Asmo and Mammon agreed for the first time ever to set aside differences for one common goal. Even if it meant Lucifer was going to kill them both, they kept low profiles; not to be seen.

…

What they were unaware of, was Crow; in the shadows watching their every move.

Solomon’s Apartment (Morning)

It was evident on your face you didn’t sleep a wink.

Solomon practically spooned you all night, occasionally whimpering your name. Sometimes he’d cuss Asmo out, or mumble weird chants. When the sun was up and Solomon’s grip loosened, you slipped out of bed.

Outside of Solomon’s apartment was Leon and Karno, dressed in casuals.

“What exactly are we doing Leon?”

“Watching for our very own eyes…”

“I was here yesterday; I couldn’t find traces of her here.”

“Karno, when looking into the pool did you not notice how the images reflecting were foggier than images shown anywhere else?”

Karno thinks for a moment, “Yes, but even you, yourself; know that sometimes the spikes of pollution can cause the pools to dirty.”

“Oh, so it only happens when peering upon his complex then, none of the others seemed to have had the same fog? Think hard Karno, your emotions for the girl are also clouding your divine judgment.”

Karno thinks… Then it hits him. Magic, not any kind of magic either, black magic. He turns his attention back up to Solomon’s balcony.

Not far from Solomon’s, Asmo and Mammon are fleeting closer.

“We almost there?”

“Yup! It’s super early so they may still be sleeping.”

Mammon stops, then Asmo stops, “What’s the matter, don’t you wanna see Y/N? Come on or I’ll leave you.”

“How many bedrooms is Solomon’s apartment?” Mammon asks.

“Hmm, just one. Why?”

Mammon’s face drops and he begins to scramble on ahead.

“Hey wait for me, you don’t even know where you’re going!” Asmo picks up the pace.

…

Leon and Karno were sitting on a bench across the street, when they heard two voices approaching.

Leon’s eyes squint and he growls low “Well, well…”

Neither of them moved, hoping to go unnoticed. They watched the two demons enter the building and their eyes darted straight up to the balcony.

“Come on man, hurry.” Mammon was pushing Asmo faster.

“Relax, so what if they do anything, oooh maybe we can join them!!” His eyes fill with excitement.

“NO! No one is touching Y/N!”

The elevator ride couldn’t go fast enough. They reached a floor and Asmo trotted on towards one of the doors, knocking on it.

You were brewing a pot of coffee when a knock at the door startled you. You ran to wake Solomon up, who was very moody upon being woken.

He stomped his way to the door and peaked...

“Oh, it’s you, come in”

You heard Solomon welcome someone in, so you quietly tiptoed towards the closet.

When, Mammon came bursting into the room, “Y/N!!!!!!” Scooping you up into a hug.

Everything happened so fast, you were robbed of your breath.

“Mammon, I can’t breathe!!!”

He let go quickly, face beaming red. “S-sorry, I’ll have you know THE Great Mammon doesn’t go out of his w-way to visit just anyone!”

Asmo comes skipping in, “Goooood-morning dear!”

Even though you were exhausted from a sleepless night, seeing these two before gave you a charge of energy. Throwing your arms around both of them, bringing them in for a group hug.

“This is all fine and dandy but, could you guys go love each other in the living room. It 5 am, I’d like to go back to bed for another hour or so.” Solomon’s running his hand through his hair, at his bedroom door.

“YOU better not have done anything funny to Y/N, and where is your shirt?” Mammon looked mortified.

Outside, Leon and Karno were patiently watching.

“I bet she’s in there...” Leon doesn’t even blink, flicking his head towards the building. “I think we’ve waited enough; we should make our move.”

“What exactly are we going to say or do for the matter Leon?”

Leon who stood up, looked back to Karno who seemed to be stalling.

“Don’t tell me your afraid of two pathetic demons and a wizard, MY vice minister?”

Karno shakes his head and stands up, “No, she’s clearly upset. Both you and Scorpio have played a part to this.” Stating it bluntly. “She won’t want to see you, and she definitely won’t leave with you. She doesn’t handle forced situations well. Trust me, I know her and her temper.”

Leon looks at Karno angrily. Women loved Leon, but this little goldfish was something else.

Devildom

School finished; the brothers were called into the dining hall of the home. Lucifer had been pondering over the thought of seeing you, even if it was from a safe distance.

Everyone assembled into the hall, except for two.

“Where’s Mammon and Asmodeus?” Lucifer asks the others.

Nobody seemed to know, after a quick phone call to a few of the professors it becomes clear where they were.

Lucifer was angry, not because they did exactly what he planned to do. He was angry they didn’t include them into their little scheme, without thinking through the consequences.

Solomon’s Apartment

You made tea for the boys, and set a timer on the pot of coffee for Solomon.

“Wow Y/N, you’d make a great house wife ya know!” Asmo admires

“It’s just tea and coffee” You shrug your shoulders, not thinking too much on his commentary.

A Knock at the Door

You whip around and whisper to the boys, ‘did you invite others?’ They look at each other and shake their heads. Solomon comes out at this point, unable to sleep due to how loud the demon visitors were.

He signals you to go to the room before doing so, and walks to the door. He peaks through the peep hole…

No one.

“How very strange…”

“Why don’t you open the door and check” Asmo stands up and skips over, with curiosity.

Solomon shakes his head “that would allow entry, my home is safe guarded for reasons.” Giving Asmo the ‘you should know better look’.

Another knock sounding louder than the first

This time it’s coming from the room you’re in, remembering Solomon stated he didn’t have neighbours. You start doing circles on the spot, taking in everything around. Noticing around the windows, a black mist like substance swirling. It didn’t look like dust caught in the breeze; it was like it was seeping from the cracks around the frames. The room begins to feel chillier than it was moments ago.

“Hey, Solomon what’s that?” You call to him, panic in your voice.

Solomon, Mammon and Asmo rush in.

“It seems you boys were indeed followed” Solomon’s face darkens “We’ve got company”

Outside

Leon and Karno were still discussing how to go about approaching, when Leon catches from the corner of his eye your head bop up near the window; then other heads too.

“Gotcha” He squints and smiles, his smile drops when both him and Karno notice.

Black swirling mist starts surrounded the building, darkening in the area of one suite, the suite you’re in.

“We need to move, now!”

Inside

“Y/N get behind me” Mammon grabs your arm and pulls you.

Solomon begins chanting something, but soon drops to his knees; choking.

“SOLOMON!” you all yell in unison.

A very eerie voice carries throughout the room.

“We’ve been looking in all the wrong areas, found you former goddess!”

Skin begins to crawl, the room dropping to freezing temperatures. Asmo and Mammon both take forms, Asmo picking Solomon up who fell unconscious to the floor.

“Hey- that voice!?” Mammon points out.

A figure then begins to appear from the floor, eyes tearing into you, this feeling; a familiar one. You knew instantly who ‘this one’ served. A body starts to emerge from the swirling mist in the floor, long hair and a black marking on his cheek. Your head started to thump in pain, the more he took form.

“We need to leave now!” Mammon starts pulling you away from your trance.

“No-one’s going anywhere!!!” Crow screeches, the walls cover in black ice, sealing off any attempts to escape.

Asmo and Mammon prepared for assault, the only way out was going to be a forced way out.

As they readied, two more figures appear with a *SNAP* blocking their way.

“You again!” Mammon shouts

Karno doesn’t turn, but shouts, “TAKE HER AND LEAVE!”

Snapping his fingers, lights fly through the air, by your heads. Shattering the ice blockading the door, Asmo and Mammon don’t wait a minute before they rush with great speed. Taking you and Solomon from the apartment, leaving Leon and Karno to deal with him.

To be Continued

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kimvvantae · 5 years

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puzzle; 3 (m)

➜ you and jungkook are best friends of a lifetime, even though your personalities are like unmatching pieces of a puzzle. the line between friendship and something more has never been crossed between you two - but that changes after a break up and a drunken night, when you not-so-accidentally cross this line to something much more. what happens when after this accident your unmatching puzzle pieces seem to match in a way you’ve never imagined?

pairing: jungkook x (f) reader

genre: smut, angst, comedy; friends with benefits au; college au

warnings: lots of swearing, mentions of alcohol, explicit sex obviously, oral (f receiving)

word count: 10k oof

A/N: heyy everyone! many people asked for part 3 so here is a monster 10k chapter to make y’all happy uwu as always, if you’re interested in a next part let me know so i can keep motivated enjoy!

➜ Chapters: check up masterlist in bio!

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“How does he do that?” you question, eyes narrowed.

Seulgi lifts her gaze from her phone and looks at you, quirking one eyebrow. “Does what?”

“Be so handsome,” you point at Taehyung with your chin.

Seulgi stares at him for some seconds and seems to understand what you’re talking about. “I have no idea.”

“Can you both stop drooling, please? I’m getting uncomfortable,” Jimin whines, crossing his arms, a scowl on his face.

You chuckle lightly and hit his leg jokingly. Seulgi rolls her eyes and her attention is back on her phone. “What? Are you jealous?”, you ask in a suggestive manner.

“No. It’s just that you do this whenever you watch his photoshoots. It’s getting annoying, you know? I don’t even understand why Jungkook still invites you two.”

“He didn’t invite us. You three literally invaded our apartment,” Seulgi states.

“This is not your apartment, this is the terrace, right? We’re doing nothing illegal.” he huffs, defending himself.

He’s not wrong though. Your apartment building has a huge terrace, and all the residents take care of it very well. There’s a small garden with plenty of plants, benches and tables, sun loungers in which you three are lazily thrown in, and a nice view of the city and the sunset – the perfect place to make a photoshoot.

You watch as Taehyung changes his position and facial expression once more, following Jungkook’s instructions. He lifts his camera to eye level once more and there are more clicks. It’s been twenty minutes and you wonder how many photos they already took. It’s kind of boring to just watch, to be honest, but since it’s Taehyung you can bear it.

The boy’s a sight for sore eyes.

Kim Taehyung is one of Jungkook’s friends (you don’t understand how Jungkook managed to have so many incredibly handsome friends), studies Arts at the same University as you and is a model in between. He’s pretty interested in fashion as far as you know, not that it is hard to notice: he’s always wearing fancy, sometimes eccentric clothing that makes everyone comment on it. He’s pretty popular as well.

Since you and Jungkook are best friends and are always glued to one another, his friends are yours too and vice versa, so you have at least a nice relationship with all of them. You’re not very close to him, at least not as close as you are with Jimin, for example. You and Taehyung talk sometimes, but you don’t even have his phone number.

That’s something you would like to change, though.

You were pretty interested in him some months ago. He was new at the campus, everyone was talking about him and he befriended with Jungkook (this boy might still be shy, but he manages to make friends pretty quickly now that he’s an adult) and he looked like a hot mystery to you. But it was before... well, before Mike.

The cold bitch inside of you thinks that now that Mike’s not on your way anymore, it would be fun to treasure this mystery. But the other side of you – the side that thinks with the brain and not with your ovaries – thinks it’s still too early for that. You’re not completely healed from that disease called “Mike”.

Besides, you have another trouble haunting you. Well, not exactly trouble, and not exactly haunting. And that’s precisely the question: you don’t know what it is yet.

You look at Jungkook.

He’s focused on his job, trying to take the best angle and the best natural light from the sunset. For any other person he’d look normal, but you know that black-haired bastard very well. He's uncomfortable.

Because of you.

Not that you don’t understand him, though.

It’s been some days since you “accidentally” fell on his dick again. Even though you are talking as usual (well, as usual as the situation permits), you still feel that weird, uncomfortable feeling linger in the air whenever you two are close. Something’s still wrong. You two are just acting like everything is fine when in fact it’s not.

And you’re the one to blame. Not that Jungkook was a saint – he was anything but a saint –, but you were the one to jump on his lap and make the guy lose his mind. He was the sane minded there, yet you pushed the situation. You literally corrupted his pretty little soul into doing something he didn’t want to (well, not that he really didn’t, but it seems he didn’t want to fuck his own best friend again and mess up your relationship even more).

That’s something you did.

Things are not the same as what they used to be and you’re scared. Jungkook and you didn’t talk about it properly, so you have no idea if he’s mad, you have no idea if he even wants to be your friend anymore. He said nothing, in fact. He’s avoiding the subject again.

You officially hate yourself more than ever. I’m a woman. I should think with my head, not with my pussy. That’s something stupid men do. What’s wrong with me?! I am a shame for my sisterhood.

You cross your arms and gaze at Taehyung again. He’s wearing white gridded pajamas (for God’s sake, who on Earth still manages to look hot in pajamas?! Kim Taehyung, apparently), and a light blue overcoat. He let his dark brown hair grow these months, so now he has a mullet cut (for God’s sake, who on Earth still manages to look hot with a mullet?! Kim Taehyung, apparently) that matches beautifully with his tanned skin. The more you look at him, the more you come to the conclusion that he has no flaws. A true Greek god.

“That son of a bitch likes to have a crowd,” Jimin murmurs, bringing you back to reality. You frown.

“Huh?”

“Taehyung, I mean. You shouldn’t soothe his ego so much. He’s already unbearable by himself,” Jimin explains.

You cross your arms and stare at him. “You’re telling me to stop looking?”

“Yes.”

“...you’re really jealous, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am!” Jimin exclaims in that whiny voice you’re so used to. “You never drool like this when Jungkook takes pictures of me!”

You chuckle and hug Jimin lightly, resting your head on his shoulder. “Don’t be like this, Jiminie. You’re super handsome, too. It’s just that I’m more used to you than I am to him.”

As Jimin huffs and you break away from the hug, leaning against your sun lounge again, you notice that for the first time Taehyung looked at your direction. Looked at you hugging Jimin.

You don’t know what to think of it.

“Besides, there are hundreds of girls wanting your golden dick, so don’t worry about me,” you continue, smiling at him. Jimin rolls his eyes in disgust.

“You really should correct this dirty mouth of yours.”

“I already tried. She’s incorrigible,” Seulgi murmurs, still focused on her phone.

“Y’all love me the way I am anyway, why would I change?” you say smiling sweetly.

“I think ‘love’ is a strong word. I just stand you.” Jimin says and you pretend to be shocked.

“What? So you’ve been lying to me all this time?!” you say dramatically, putting your hand on your chest, and Jimin can’t hold his laugh anymore.

“What soap opera is going on here?”

You look up and see Taehyung approaching, Jungkook right behind him. He has a faint smile on his lips. He sits at the tip of Jimin’s sun lounge and pushes his legs away. “Give space, I want to sit,” he groans, while Jimin complains and kicks his back lightly.

“Did you guys finish?”, you ask.

“Well, I think so. Jungkook just wanted to try his new lenses, isn’t it?”, Taehyung questions. He just nods faintly.

Jungkook is standing by your side, yet he’s not looking at you, eyes focused on his super expensive professional camera you helped to pay. He’s checking the photos he took, apparently. Jungkook usually uses his friends – Jimin, Taehyung and sometimes even you or Seulgi – as guinea pigs whenever he wants to test new lenses, effects or whatever photography techniques you don’t understand shit about.

Jungkook is wearing ripped jeans, a black oversized hoodie covering his head and round specs, by the way. And he looks hella cute. You love it when he wears glasses instead of contact lenses.

Of course, you were never unaware of the fact that your friend is handsome – I mean, unless when you were kids, because back then Jungkook really wasn’t that impressive at all. In fact, you don’t even remember exactly when he got like this: one day he was a shorty and skinny boy with his ridiculous bowl cut, another day he was a cute teen, and then boom - a fine ass man several inches taller than you and buffed in a way you never imagined. Puberty was a miracle to him.

Taehyung is filling a glass with the Coke you’ve been drinking while you three watched. You try not to stare too much – not that he didn’t notice your obvious stares before, of course. “So, what are you guys planning to do this weekend?”, he asks lightly.

Jimin is about to answer when you suddenly remember something, sitting up immediately. “Ah! I almost forgot!”

“What? Don’t tell me you remembered about a test this week or something like that-” Jimin asks, almost desperate.

“No, relax,” you shake your hand. “Joy’s throwing a party this weekend and she asked me to invite everyone I know. So, you guys are invited.”

You’re not lying here, but Joy was very specific when she asked you to invite Jungkook and his friends. Reinforcing the name “Jungkook” here.

“Invite everyone you know? So the whole school is going,” Jimin remarks. You narrow your eyes.

“I don’t know so many people. But yeah, she’s planning something big. The party’s 80’s themed, by the way, so everyone has to wear 80’s costumes.”

Taehyung frowns as the cold drink goes down his throat. “What’s the party about? Is she celebrating something?”

“No. She just wanted to throw a party. That’s how things work with rich people, I think.”

And yes, Joy’s super rich. She lives at the other side of the city in a high standard neighborhood, away from poor filthy people. Everyone knows it, and that’s why everyone wants to go to her party.

“Well, I’d like to visit her mansion,” Jimin wonders. “Are you guys going?”

“I will,” Seulgi says, voice hard. She doesn’t lift her gaze from her phone. The girl’s upset today, and her voice indicates it. You quirk your brow.

“You said you weren’t planning on going...”

“I changed my mind,” she snaps back, and you immediately know something’s wrong... you also have an idea of who caused it.

“And you?”, Taehyung asks.

You tilt your head lightly and rub the nape of your neck. “I’m not sure. I’m kind of avoiding alcohol, you know. And parties.”

Jungkook blinks.

“You’re still at it? We all know you won’t keep it for long,” Seulgi says and you huff.

“Gosh, have a bit of faith in me!”

“But why are you avoiding alcohol?” Taehyung questions, seeming interested. “Is it for health reasons or some religious stuff?”

You tilt your head even more, feeling a small nervousness. “No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just that... I kind of mess things up when I drink too much.”

Jungkook looks at you for mere half a second, then his gaze goes back to his camera. Yet you notice it.

Taehyung chuckles lightly. “But you don’t need to drink to have fun at a party.”

“I don’t want to be the sober one in the middle of a bunch of wasted people,” you make a scowl.

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N.” Seulgi is finally looking at you. She’s really upset. “You know Joy better than anyone else here, it’ll be weird if you invite a bunch of people and don’t show up at all. Besides, you’re going with me.”

You lift your eyebrows at her. You don’t take her rudeness to heart; you know she’s not upset at you anyway. “Alright, master.”

Jimin gazes at you, confused, and mouths quietly, “Irene?”

You nod back. Jimin opens a comical smirk. Everyone is used to their drama at this point.

“Well, so I’m going too,” Taehyung says, smiling. You don’t miss how he says it looking directly at you. As if he decided to go when you confirmed you were going too.

Well.

“What about you, JK?”, Jimin asks. He doesn’t lift his gaze from the camera’s screen.

“I dunno.”, he says, unbothered. Jimin sighs.

“We all know you have nothing better to do.” the older boy says, making Jungkook roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Y’all really have to stop using this argument against me-”

“Alright, it’s decided, Jungkook’s going,” Jimin cuts him happily. “We’re all going! We should text the guys inviting them too!”

You shift in front of the elevator uncomfortably.

The atmosphere is heavy. You avoid each other’s gazes. You feel inexplicably too aware of yourself. Too aware of him.

Why it only happens when you’re alone?

Back up inside your apartment everything was fine. Instead of going home the three boys decided to just stick at your home (note: they weren’t invited) and you spent hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time, laughing and (eventually) kicking each other. Jokes aside, it was very pleasing to have everyone around talking casually like this. You love their company.

Of course, you did interact with Jungkook, and you two talked as usual. For a moment you even thought things were fine...

Until you had to go to the building’s entrance to meet the delivery guy.

Everyone was hungry so you decided to order pizza. When the porter called you to tell that it had arrived, you asked for help to take everything (they’re all a bunch of black holes of food, honestly) and – surprisingly but at the same time not surprisingly – Jungkook was the first one who jumped to his feet immediately and offered himself to do it.

(You noticed Taehyung seemed about to offer himself too, but Jungkook was faster. Poor boy.)

The moment you two stepped out of your apartment, this aura was back and you realized yet again: things weren’t fine.

You didn’t speak all the way down to the ground floor, nor when you took the boxes of pizza and bottles of Coke and payed for it, and aren’t talking at the moment while you wait for the elevator do arrive.

“You didn’t give my jacket back,” Jungkook suddenly says, startling you.

You look up at him for the first time, but he doesn’t look back. You know what he’s talking about: the black leather jacket he let you use that night to warm you under the storm.

You gulp. “Yeah, I know. I was planning on washing it before giving it back, but I didn’t have time. ‘Been too busy working and planning that project and all. Sorry.”

Jungkook nods softly. “Alright.”

Silence again.

The elevator arrives and the automatic doors opens. You both enter. Jungkook presses the button of your floor.

Silence.

You lean against the cool metal wall. He is a good inches away from you. Maybe he’s scared that you’ll jump on him again.

This situation is – once again – unbearable and you feel horribly bad. You think of something to say to break this silence, anything to say, but your mind doesn’t seem to be working as it should-

“You didn’t mess things up.”

Your eyes snap wide and you look at him.

Jungkook is staring at his sneakers, also leaned on the wall. He’s mentioning what you said earlier today.

“What...?” you say softly, your voice barely audible.

“I was pretty drunk too,” he continues, as if he didn’t hear you at all. His voice is low. His expression is thoughtful and there’s something more on his eyes, yet you can’t really get what it is. “So don’t take the whole responsibility to yourself. I’m also one to blame.”

Nervousness creeps on your body as you lean your head on the wall. It’s the first time he’s touching the subject so directly. Is this why he decided to come with you, so you could talk about it without anyone else hearing?

“Yeah. On the first time.” you mumble, feeling uncharacteristically unconfident. “But about the... the second time,” you hate the fact that your voice is trembling. “I’m really sorry, Jungkook. I... I shouldn’t have pushed things the way I did-”

“Y/N.”

You look at him. For the first time he’s looking back.

“Don’t apologize. You’re saying it as if you raped me or something.” you can’t help but chuckle lightly at this. Jungkook closes his eyes and leans his head against the wall, just like you did. “I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to.”

You blink and stare at your feet. “Ah.”

Jungkook opens one eye and steals a gaze at you. “Why do you sound surprised?”

“I- I’m not.” you huff and shift uncomfortably. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to fuck me?”

Jungkook laughs at this and you feel your heart lighten a bit. That heavy atmosphere seems to lighten up too, almost as if the dark clouds that have been hovering over your heads are finally dissipating and giving space to the sunlight again.

At least you hope so.

“You didn’t mess things up,” Jungkook repeats, looking at you. His gaze doesn’t waver this time. “I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding you and making you uncomfortable. You know me, sometimes... sometimes I chicken out.”

You frown lightly. “What? You don’t chicken out. You’re not a coward, Jungkook.”

He chuckles again, only this time he sounds much darker than before. He sounds almost sad.

Actually, you’ve been noticing sadness in him a lot lately. You want to understand why he’s been like this, you want to rip this sadness out of him, you want him on his normal state again.

“If only you had any idea...”

There’s a soft plin and the elevator doors finally open. He leaves first and you stand there alone for some seconds, confused – and afraid – of what he said.

When you enter your apartment again, that conversation is quickly forgotten. Everyone’s loud and laughing and hungry, so you busy yourself eating pizza until you’re full. And then they choose to watch whatever movie Netflix released and everyone’s talking about – not before you and Jungkook complained that you wanted to watch Infinity War for the hundredth time, but the others said that “not everyone is into this nerd shit.”

How sad.

Everyone finally quieted down: Seulgi is sat on her armchair (yes, it is her armchair and she doesn’t let anyone else sit on it... well, Irene’s the only exception), Jimin is being the lazy little shit he is and occupies a whole couch, you and Taehyung sit on the other, while Jungkook is simply thrown on the rug, his back leaning on your couch.

You don’t talk much.

Yet, at some point of the movie – when no one is paying attention – you feel Jungkook rest his head on your leg softly. At first you think he fell asleep, but he’s awake.

This is not uncommon. You and Jungkook are used to touch each other like this. If someone noticed, they wouldn’t mind at all.

But still, as his head touches your leg, you have a feeling that it was much more intimate than anything you’ve done for the past days.

“This is hell,” you murmur, astonished.

“The fashion hell,” Seulgi agrees.

There’s no other word able to describe the sight in front of you. Yes, this is hell: a hell of shoulder padded jackets, leggings, leotards, high waisted pants, plastic accessories, hairstyles stuffed in gel, glitter and so many bright colors you feel you’re going blind.

“I don’t think these people really understood the concept of ‘80’s costumes’”, you scoff, crossing your arms. “I mean, did they at least do any research at all?”

Even though everything you see indeed belongs to the 80’s fashion period, it seems these people are just trying to fool around with their costumes. They’re not using anything the right way. There are some good exceptions, however, and you’re one of them, since you’ve put much effort on your outfit – so much effort you’re even feeling bad since apparently no one took it as seriously as you did.

Seulgi is also in character (more because of you than her own efforts): she wears high waisted, baggy jeans, tennis shoes, a white crop top and jacket jeans. You tried to make as much volume as her natural straight hair permits, and that’s it – simple yet stylish. You’re very proud of your work.

“Don’t take it too seriously, Y/N”, Seulgi says lightly. “What did you expect? They just want to drink and get laid, it’s not like they actually care about their outfits.”

“This is offensive,” you whine under your breath. “A true offense against the goddess of fashion.”

“Being honest, I agree,” a male voice says from behind.

Jimin puts his arms over yours and Seulgi’s shoulders, a smirk on his face. You stop to analyze his costume: high waisted jeans, a sleeveless Guns n’ Roses shirt, a belt, and a red bandana around his forehead. His inspiration is Axl Roses, obviously – and he wasn’t the only one: you’ve saw plenty of guys wearing something similar. Yet, none of them are this handsome.

“Lookin’ good,” you compliment him, smirking and teasingly elbowing his side. Jimin’s smirk widens. He’s already slightly intoxicated.

“Yeah, I know.” he says simply.

“So, what about the house? You’re the one who was all excited to visit it,” you ask. Jimin nods his head, looking around.

“It’s impressive. Never been in such a place,” he remarks.

And he’s not lying: it sure is impressive. Modern architecture, large and well-ventilated rooms, glass walls, immense windows, everything pleasingly symmetric and technologic. The house has a minimalist decoration: everything is black, wood and iron. People are already in the large pool outside. There is also a wonderful view of the city.

It seems that every square meter of this place is occupied by people. You didn’t even know so many people could fit inside a house.

Joy didn’t come to play. There’s endless beverages of all tastes, special lighting that makes it look like a real club, and she even hired a DJ who’s only playing 80’s songs and remixes of such songs. She apparently isn’t even bothering at the eventual noises of someone crashing something. She probably already hid valuable belongings, you suppose.

“Impressive. Really impressive...” Jimin mutters again and you frown for a moment, slightly confused – until you notice what he’s looking at. A girl passing in front of you, wearing an impossibly short skirt, the tight fabric against her also impossibly big ass. You even blink for a moment, astonished at the view.

Alright, girls! Hope you enjoy the party,” he says, that perverted smirk you know so well growing up on his lips.

“Son of a bitch,” you murmur, staring at him with judging eyes. Jimin just laughs.

“You’re no better than me, baby. Now, for the chase!” he says, plants a peck on yours and Seulgi’s cheeks and leaves you, going after the girl with the monumental butt.

Jimin is a fuckboy, that one. This pretty, angelic face hides a monster. He’s able to get anyone on their knees for him. Truth be told - he’s worse than you. And being worse than you is a true achievement.

“Alright, I don’t wanna stand here the whole night,” Seulgi says. She looks pretty excited, but you are able to see something more in her eyes. A fire. “Let’s dance!”

You can already tell she is planning some sort of revenge against that particular person.

Seulgi is pulling you by the wrist to the middle of the crowd where music is louder and people are crazier. You hear voices greeting you everywhere – and yes, you know almost all of them. You invited them after all. Jimin wasn’t exactly wrong when he said you know the whole school.

For some minutes all you do is dance, letting your body flow with the rhythm of the songs freely, laughing and eventually talking to the people around you. Yet, you avoid drinking anything, even though at some point your throat is dry and you feel tempted to drink at least a bottle of beer, but you hold yourself. You know that after a single bottle, you won’t be able to stop and you’re actually putting much effort in staying sober. Seulgi is very different, though; she’s holding her second drink, and by the way her smile is widening you can tell she’s already tipsy.

When the DJ puts a slow, sensual song to play, you know it’s time to get out of the crowd. You can tell how many guys are eager to grind on you and you’re honestly not in the mood to flirt. You slowly make your way out, being squeezed by several bodies, until you finally manage to get out of the house into the terrace, a blow of cool wind hitting you immediately and you feel happy for it since you’re already sweating after dancing so much. The terrace is crowded as well, but it is still better than inside the house. The pool is full of crazy people jumping and splashing water everywhere, so you’re careful to make your way around it, not wanting to be pushed by someone into the water.

You finally reach the glass railing and lean on it, breathing some fresh air (well, not exactly fresh, since you can smell the scent of cigarettes and worse things). Joy’s house is placed at the peak of a hill, and that’s why it has such a nice view from the night city. A map of lights expands as far as the eye can see, shining in the otherwise dark night.

“Feeling tired already?”

You turn around to see Taehyung standing by your side, holding two plastic cups of drink. He has a lazy smirk on his lips and you feel your breath get caught on your throat for a moment. Gosh, how can a guy look this handsome?

“Kind of,” you admit, smiling, and make a face when he hands you one cup. “Sorry, I’m not drinking today.”

Taehyung’s smile widens at this. “I know. That’s just soda.”

Your look at him in surprise and your smile widens as well, honestly impressed. “Really? Did you find something alcohol-free inside this house?!”

“Yeah. After a lot of effort, I admit. I think I just robbed Joy’s fridge to get you this,” he says and looks very proud of himself as you take the cup from his hand.

Taehyung leans on the railing as well and looks forward while you get a sip of the drink. You can tell there’s no alcohol in it. Usually you’re always hesitant to take drinks from someone’s hand at parties like this (God knows what people put in their drinks), but you don’t believe Taehyung is that type of guy. “Thank you. That’s really cute of you, actually. You remembered what I said the other day.”

Taehyung nods softly and looks down at his cup. Are you going crazy or did he get flustered? Hell, he’s adorable. You want to pinch his cheeks. “And I was right too, wasn’t I? When I said you don’t need to drink to have fun,” he stated. “You seemed pretty excited back there.”

You look at him for some moments. Was Taehyung observing you all this time? The thought makes a nice feeling flutter inside your stomach. “Yeah, I think you were. But it’s still annoying to have drunk people around me though. Funny how I don’t think about it when I’m the one drunk.”

Taehyung chuckles softly at this, staring at the city ahead. He’s too damn good looking for his own good, and he’s not even trying. “It must be really bad, since it seems that literally everyone knows you. It even looks like it’s your party, not Joy’s.” You tilt your head at this slightly. He’s not exactly lying; you are constantly invited to parties because you know too many people, it’s even annoying sometimes.

“I’m thankful it isn’t mine, because if I saw so many people wearing ugly costumes inside my house I’d gouge my eyes out,” you scoff, drinking a bit more, and Taehyung laughs for real this time.

“I know, right?! They didn’t understand the concept of the party!” he says, all excited – just as expected, since he’s so interested in fashion after all. You narrow your eyes at him and hold your chin, analyzing his clothes.

“You’ve put a lot of effort on your costume, though.” You hum for a moment, thinking, then snap your fingers. “David Bowie?”

Taehyung grins and his eyes becomes thin cute crescents. It wasn’t a hard guess: he’s wearing a mustard suit, a stripped white and yellow shirt and his hair is styled in typical Bowie fashion. You know that any other guy would look stupid on this attire, but Taehyung is just so handsome and confident with himself and his style that he looks awesome, almost as if he just casually went out from a Gucci fashion show straight to the party.

“Got it right. I see you thought a lot about your costume, too. Cyndi Lauper inspired, am I correct?”

You let an excited laughter past your lips and Taehyung just looks at you, endeared. “Finally someone noticed! I’m so sick of people saying I look like Madonna. I mean, are they blind or anything?! It is obviously Cyndi Lauper, isn’t it?!”

“A polished Cyndi Lauper, yes,” he agrees with a nod and you understand why he says this; your hair is not as messy as hers, you wear less accessories and the colors of your costume match better than hers. It was all on purpose, of course, so you look like a 21st century Cyndi Lauper. “You look beautiful. The best costume I’ve seen so far.”

Again, you can’t help but smile. Taehyung is just so smooth. It’s obvious that he has been checking you out the entire night, wanting an opportunity to approach, and even searched for soda just for you, yet he’s not flirting blatantly and forcing himself on you like most guys do. It seems that Taehyung genuinely just wants your company now and you deeply appreciate that, because you’re not in the mood to flirt at all. Maybe Taehyung is approaching slowly because he knows you broke up recently? If so, then he’s definitely one of the nicest guys out there.

“Thanks, but I don’t agree. Joy looks better than anyone else,” you say and look past him to where the girl is standing, Taehyung following your gaze.

Joy is the true Madonna here, dressed just like her in the Material Girl music video. That tight pink dress suits her beautifully, since Joy is tall and have a model-like body. You can only wonder how much she spent on that costume. She looks exactly like Madonna, except Joy is an Asian and brunette version of her. She looks stunning.

But what makes you actually astonished for a moment is the sight of who is talking to her.

Jungkook is standing by her side, a bottle of beer on his hand. You haven’t seen him the whole night, even though you knew he’d be here because he texted you confirming his presence at the party. And he looks nice. He’s dressed up in the 80s hip hop style, wearing sneakers, jeans, a baggy bright purple jacket, a white t-shirt and a golden chain. You see a cap attached to his belt – one he should probably be wearing but you’re glad he’s not, because his hair is styled to the side, letting some of his forehead at sight. Knowing him, you’re sure that Jungkook himself would never come up to this costume and someone (probably Jimin) forced him to wear it.

And you’re thankful, because he looks really nice.

Like, really.

Surprisingly, you don’t see that look on his eyes that says oh my fucking God someone please take me out of this situation. Instead, he seems entertained on his talk with Joy, by the way he smiles easily. Joy is smiling too and touching her hair. Shit, she’s touching her hair. You knew right away that she wanted his presence specifically when she asked you to invite him and his friends, yet you didn’t expect Joy would be so happy because of it. In fact, before it you had no idea Joy was interested in him, because they’re not close in the slightest and honestly don’t look like the people who would get along well.

Seems like you were wrong.

You wonder what they’re possibly talking about for a moment...

“Do you think she’s disappointed to see that nobody took the concept of the party seriously?” Taehyung asks, bringing you back to reality. You shake your head slowly, giving them a last look.

“I think she gives no fucks about it,” you say honestly, looking at him and elbowing his arm playfully. “Besides, we both look very good. We’re saving this fashion hell from being a complete disaster.”

Taehyung laughs. “I think so.”

You just talk to him for several minutes, until your cups are empty and you don’t even notice. Taehyung is easy-going and doesn’t let the conversation die. You wonder if he’s always like this or if he’s making efforts to impress you, but you guess the first option is the true one, otherwise Taehyung wouldn’t be so well-known. And, just as expected of someone as well-known as him, people called him, probably his friends from his course. He looks at you almost apologetically before leaving, but you’re okay with it. He doesn’t have to stick by your side the entire night anyway, and you’re sure he wants to dance and have fun as well, something you’re not in the mood to do.

“We can maybe talk more later?” he asks and you see hope on his eyes. You know he’s not asking to just talk. He’s testing the waters to see if you’d be open to him.

The idea is surprisingly pleasant after all and you smile. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Taehyung smiles widely at this before turning around and heading to his friends.

You lean on the railing again, resting your chin on your palm, staring at nothing in particular. You’re not exactly feeling bored or anything, but you didn’t even want to come anyway. You just came for Seulgi, and because the idea of looking pretty was cool. Now that you already showed everyone that you’re a fashion deity, you honestly feel like going home.

“I thought you said you were just going to wash my jacket before giving it to me, Miss Y/N,” you hear him say and you roll your eyes automatically.

Jungkook narrows his eyes at you menacingly, arms crossed. You just shrug. “Yeah, but then I decided your jacket was the cherry of the cake.” You twirl around, provoking him and pretending innocence. You’re not lying, though: his oversized jacket was what made your outfit complete.

“But I want my jacket back,” he whines, leaning on the railing, still gazing at you suspiciously. You know he’s not serious though. Actually, he looks in a good mood.

“I will give it back, relax,” you roll your eyes again and Jungkook quirks one eyebrow.

“I don’t trust that. You’re always stealing my clothes!”

“That’s not true!” you gasp.

“It is! What about my grey hoodie? You took it one night and it disappeared.”

“You have, like, hundreds of hoodies, Kook. One of these won’t make a difference.”

You’re just teasing him, though, because you know that (different from many kinky guys out there) Jungkook hates it when you take his clothes or literally anything that’s his. He’s a possessive freak over his things.

“And that’s exactly why I’ll give your jacket back, because without it you’ll only have hoodies to wear,” you add, making him roll his eyes this time, but you know he wants to smile. He’s not really mad. Perhaps talking to Joy put him in a good mood? But why isn’t he there with her right now?

“Saw you talking to Joy,” you comment, narrowing your eyes at him maliciously, but Jungkook just stares ahead.

“Yeah.” he shrugs.

“She asked me to call you specifically, you know. She really wanted you here,” you add, a devilish grin growing on your lips. Jungkook tilts his head to the side at this, his lips turned down.

“She’s cool.” he says simply and you gasp, hitting his arm.

“Cool? That’s all you have to say?” Jungkook finally turns to look at you, obviously confused.

“What? We talked. I’m not lying, she is cool. Better than I first thought, actually.” he shrugs again and you roll your eyes, incredulous.

“Jungkook, how oblivious can you be?”

“Y/N, I don’t understand what you mean. I’m complimenting her, why do you look mad?”

You cross your arms and stare at him. He can’t be that stupid. “It’s Joy. The hottest girl in this party.”

“And?”

“And she wants your dick.”

Jungkook widens his eyes at this and groans, passing his hand through his hair. “Why do you have to talk like that?! Not everyone thinks about this all the time, okay?!”

“Sweetie, believe me. I can recognize a girl dying to get laid when I see one. You shouldn’t let this opportunity go!” you hold his arm, your evil grin growing, and Jungkook just looks down at you in visible disgust. “I’m not only talking about it, alright? Maybe you could give her a chance.”

“It won’t happen. Don’t try to be my cupid, alright? You suck at it.” Jungkook says sternly. You quirk one eyebrow up. “Besides, I don’t think Joy is the hottest girl in this party.”

And he stares right into your eyes intensely.

You feel your insides twirling. He can’t mean what you think he means, right? Jungkook’s not really the type to make this kind of comment about you. But wait, why are you even feeling nervous because of it? Why do you care-?

“The hottest girl in this party is that one dancing with Jimin,” he says suddenly, pointing with his chin at someone behind you both.

You follow his gaze and see them on the living room, their bodies grinding while they dance sensually. And yes, it is the very same girl you saw earlier today, the girl with a big ass.

(Deep down you feel slightly disappointed, but you decide to just shrug it off).

“Her ass is really something,” you agree with him, shaking your head. “Do you think she had surgery? I mean, I can’t believe someone can be naturally born with an ass this big.”

“She probably works out.” Jungkook comments, shrugging. “There are plenty of exercises to make the ass ‘grow’. You would know if you were less lazy and stepped inside the fitness center for once.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mr. Bodybuilder.” You mock him, waving your hand dismissively. “But I wanna know her miracle. For real, it looks like she has Jupiter and Saturn side by side under her skirt.”

Jungkook laughs at this, shaking his head. You side eye him for a moment; you’re sure Jungkook’s not drunk, so why’s he in such a good mood? Yes, you know he doesn’t exactly hate parties, but he also doesn’t love it. You know very well he’d usually feel uncomfortable in such a crowded place.

“But hey,” Jungkook calls out, patting your arm slightly. “Your ass is not that bad, either.”

You nearly gasp.

Did Jungkook just say that? You’re aware you shouldn’t be shocked at all. He not only saw you naked but also touched your ass more than once. Yet you can’t not be surprised. Jungkook never mentioned the fact you had sex other than your talk inside the elevator; he seemed to pretend it never happened, actually, despite it being obvious to you that he thought about it too. You simply did not expect such thing from him. Jungkook barely complimented you, and certainly not in this way.

But then you see his eyes sparkling with playfulness. You don’t feel offended or bothered by it. Not at all.

“Excuse me sir, what did you say?” you mumble, trying to hold back your laughter and narrowing your eyes.

Jungkook shrugs again and crosses his arms, a hint of a smile on his lips. “What? I’m being honest. Your ass is quite nice.”

You scoff. “Quite nice? I don’t know if you’re complimenting me or not anymore!”

“It is a compliment! It’s kinda impossible to ignore your ass.” he says, cocking his eyebrows and you can’t hold your laughter anymore, smacking his arm.

“Hold on, are you admitting you check my ass out?! Jeon Jungkook, you are a pervert! I can’t believe it- my best friend is a pervert. I’ve been living with a maniac my whole life!”

In this moment, Jungkook leans down dangerously close to your face, startling you for a second, and mutters on your ear:

“If someone can be called a pervert here, that person is you.”

You swallow, your fingers unconsciously grabbing the railing more tightly. You know exactly what he means. You initiated sex that day inside his car. He’s not rubbing it on your face in a bad way, however. No, what you hear is that hint of playfulness on his voice. A teasing playfulness.

A dark playfulness.

A growing excitement boils inside your stomach. Is it what you think it is? He’s really touching the subject? You see that sparkle on his eyes, you see that smirk. You know what that means.

And you like it.

“You didn’t complain, though,” you say casually, careful to keep your voice low so nobody would overhear your conversation. The aura changed drastically between you two; it darkened, condensed. You can’t believe this is actually happening. You can’t believe he is starting it this way around. A hotness spread through your skin when you feel Jungkook approaching even more, gaze completely focused on your face.

“I have one complaint, actually,” he mutters, making you quirk one eyebrow. You’re not even touching each other, and you know that the people around probably didn’t notice anything going on, yet suddenly everything around feels too sensual, from the way he’s looking at you, to the way his body is ever so casually leaned on your direction, from the way you feel your inner temperature increasing. And at the same time it feels weird, because you’re flirting with Jungkook, something you never thought you’d ever do. As far as you remember, in the first time, you barely talked before started kissing mindlessly. And at the second time... well, there was no time to flirt at all.

And you’re quite surprised, because you didn’t know Jungkook was actually good at it.

“And what is it?” you ask quietly. He approaches his mouth from your ear again.

“I didn’t have the chance to put my hands on you the way I wanted.”

Your breath gets caught on your throat.

If you had any doubts before, now you have none. You can’t help but feel surprised; you didn’t believe it would ever happen again, even though you didn’t speak things straight. You didn’t want to mess up your friendship even more just because of your desires – but, hey... if Jungkook wants it too, then there is nothing wrong, right? And yes, you want it; it’s even scary how much you want it. Jungkook didn’t even touch you and you already feel yourself squeezing your thighs because you remember how it is to have him inside of you and you want it so fucking bad.

“If this is your complaint, then I’m giving you the chance to make up for it,” you manage to say, biting on your bottom lip to hold your growing smirk.

Jungkook stare at you for some moments, his gaze dark and his smirk even darker, and then he tilts his head. “This party’s kinda boring, isn’t it? Wanna go home?”

You chuckle at how he says it sounding so unbothered when it’s written on his forehead what he wants. “I was thinking the same thing,” you simply say, shrugging.

No more words are necessary.

You see yourself following him inside the crowd, heading to the entrance of the house. It isn’t easy to just leave like that, though; plenty of people stop you midway to talk, and you manage to dismiss all conversations. Nobody has to know that you’re leaving anyway. Of course, before following Jungkook straight away you search for Seulgi, just to find your roommate already drunk and it makes you hesitate to leave her in this state. She’s surrounded by her friends, though, and you see that Hoseok is one of them – one of Jungkook’s friend and yours as well. He’s a nice guy in who you trust, and you ask him to check up on her from time to time, just to be sure she won’t make anything stupid.

Just like that, you finally slip out of the house without bringing much attention. You didn’t even step on the sidewalk and Jungkook’s already calling out for a taxi going down the street; since he assumed he’d be drinking, he didn’t drive his way here. How responsible.

You both enter the car and barely even talk. The taxi driver is quick to start a conversation with Jungkook, something about soccer or whatever, and you busy yourself with checking up your social media on your phone.

It’s weird.

You’re turned on, there’s no doubt of it, but again – you don't even look at each other inside the car. Did Jungkook get flustered? Did he think well about it and decided it’s a bad idea? Would he send you home the moment you step out of the car? Why are you even feeling so nervous right now? Maybe you should think well about it and decide it’s a bad idea? Despite you already fucked twice, you still see Jungkook as some type of brother and it still feels like incest somehow-

The ride ends faster than you registered, and the taxi’s already parked outside Jungkook’s apartment complex. You pay for half of the price and get out of the car, a chilling breeze making you tighten his jacket around your body. Why are your legs shaking?

Jungkook enters the building ahead of you, and you just follow quietly. He presses the button and waits for the elevator. You shake your leg nervously. He checks his cuticles for a moment. The elevator arrives and you enter it, pressing the button to his floor.

The moment the automatic doors close, Jungkook is smashing his lips against yours.

He presses you on the wall, his arm hooked up around your waist, the other hand on the nape of your neck. His lips are hungry, fiery and desperate, and you kiss him back eagerly, your arms embracing his neck, wanting to break any space existent between you two. That hotness is back, and it is everywhere. You feel like getting rid of your clothes right here and right now. He grunts on the kiss, and the sound makes you weak.

You’re still kissing when the doors open, and you’re still kissing when you try to walk your way to his apartment, and you’re still kissing when he throws you against his door, and you just break the kiss when he opens it and you enter, Jungkook slamming the door behind him, not even bothering to turn on the lights, and then you’re kissing again.

His hands roam your sides and your back, and you giggle when you feel him squeezing your ass. You somehow manage to throw your bag to the ground, your hands gripping onto his hair. Jungkook’s lips then travel from your lips to your neck, leaving wet kisses there.

“Jungkook,” you call on a breathy voice, for which he just hums in response. You’re slowly making your way to the living room. “What if Jimin comes in?”

“He won’t,” Jungkook answers in between his kisses. “I doubt he’ll let that fat ass go away tonight.”

You giggle again. Your hands are gripping on his shoulders and you make him take his jacket off. His lips are on yours again, tongues entangling. Your feet stumbles on the coffee table and you almost fall, but Jungkook manages to keep you up, giggling softly. Finally, you find yourself falling on your back on the couch, Jungkook above of you.

The kiss becomes less hurried and hotter. Your hand travels under his shirt, touching his already hot skin, and you roam it up and down his muscular back, earning him a low grunt. He is kissing your neck again and you frown for a moment, hitting his arm, what makes him look at you with a quirked brow.

“Don’t you dare mark my neck like that again!” you warn him seriously, making him smile darkly. “I’m tired of wearing turtlenecks to hide the hickeys!"

“And what about the scratches you made on my back?” he asks teasingly. “You weren’t the only one struggling.”

“But it’s easier to hide a scratch on the back than a hickey!” you complain again, making Jungkook laugh. It's endearing to see that he is happy and actually enjoying it.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Jungkook grunts, and when he grabs your hips with both hands and grinds on you, you almost gasp. You can already feel his erection under his pants, and the thought that you managed to make him this turned on before you even started makes you feel wetter. “I don't wanna talk right now. Do you have any idea of how long I've been hard? It was getting embarrassing back there. That's all your fault. You should take care of it.”

You know what he means, and the idea of sucking him immediately makes you excited - is it weird that you miss the taste of his dick even though you just sucked him once? - but you put your hands on his shoulders instead and smiles playfully.

“No, you gotta do me first,” you say. “You said you would make up for it at the party.”

Jungkook loves your playfulness. You already know it. He looks slightly disappointed for a moment, but then you see the fire on his eyes that indicates he accepted your unsaid challenge. “Alright, Your Highness. What do you want me to do?”

You bite your lip and smirk.

“Eat me out.”

There it is again. The shamelessness. You two are not that intimate on this matter after you just fucked twice, but you have no problems in telling Jungkook to eat you - and he apparently has no problems in doing so.

That smirk on his lips makes you shiver before Jungkook kisses you again. “As you wish,” he murmurs before sitting up on his knees. He stares at your body and clicks his tongue softly. “Too much clothing. Let's get rid of it.”

Jungkook proceeds to take each piece of clothing rather roughly, showing how hurried he actually is. You unclasp your bra and Jungkook throws it away carelessly, and the look he gives your almost naked body makes you flush - not in embarrassment, but in excitement. It seems he's eating you with his eyes solely. It's weird, but that look of his makes you feel amazing.

He lowers himself above you again and starts to kiss his way down; lips, neck, breasts. He massages one boob slowly while his lips take in the other nipple, the hot sensation of his tongue against your cold skin making you moan softly. He swirls the hard nipple with his tongue and sucks it slowly.

“You smell so good,” he murmurs, making you giggle.

The excitement makes your blood boil when Jungkook finally leaves your boobs and kisses his way down to your stomach while his fingers are already holding the hem of your panties. He didn't even arrive there yet, but your pussy is already throbbing for some sort of relief. How is it even possible?

Jungkook seems to sense it, because you see his cocky smirk as he makes you place one leg over the couch, spreading your legs, and kneels down on the ground, your core right in front of him. He stares at your panties and tilts his head. “Already so wet. You're always so desperate for me, aren't you?”

“Shut up,” you groan as he manages to take the last piece of clothing off. “Just eat me out already.”

Jungkook chuckles darkly and the sound is enough to make you feel goosebumps. “Relax. I'll make up for it.”

In this moment, you realize that Jungkook really sees sex as some kind of competition.

And you have no reasons to complain.

He lets wet and slow kisses on your inner thighs, and for a moment you think he is going to torture and tease you to death.

He doesn't.

You hiss when Jungkook wraps his warm mouth on your clit.

He starts sucking you slowly, both of his hands holding your legs firmly. His tongue flicks on your clit, swirling around it; you throw your head back and moan. You also start to realize that being vocal motivates him, because as you keep moaning Jungkook adds more pressure - he sucks your clit and licks it, and even the squelching sounds he produces makes you wetter.

“You taste so good,” Jungkook murmurs, and the sight of his already wet lips makes you get crazy. “So sweet…”

“This is officially the weirdest compliment you've ever told me,” you say, chuckling for a moment, but your giggle becomes a strangled moan as Jungkook's mouth is on your pussy once again.

The single sight of his head between your legs could make you cum; black hair already a mess, wet lips, and those fucking doe eyes that are usually cute but in the moment look like the eyes of a hawk, watching your every reaction intently. Yes, this is a challenge for him - a challenge he won't give up of until he makes you cum.

Thanks God he won't.

You bite your lips when you feel his tongue slowly entering you - warm, wet and soft. Jungkook eventually groans, the vibrations it sends making you feel even wetter. This boy knows what he's doing and he's doing it right. Not many guys are so good at giving oral; let's be honest, some of them don't even understand what the clit is for. Jungkook knows. He really does.

He takes your whole pussy on his mouth, sucking it with much more pressure now, and you can't speak coherent sentences anymore. You love the sucking noises he makes, the sensation of his spit trickling down to your entrance. When he adds two fingers inside of you, they simply slide in with no problems because you're already so wet. Jungkook makes scissoring movements with his fingers while he licks your clit hard and fast, making you buck your hips unintentionally.

“Fuck- Right there-” you manage to stutter somehow, your lungs almost failing. Jungkook chuckles. At the same time you love this arrogant look he gives you, you also hate it.

His fingers goes in and out at the same time he sucks your clit, taking turns between sucking and licking hard. He runs his hand up through your stomach at some point and squeezes your boob.

Jungkook goes faster and harder as he notices your moans getting higher, your walls getting tighter. He leans away from you pussy for a moment, his fingers still inside of you, and he fucking smirks. Those pretty lips wet with your juices dripping down his chin.

My fucking God.

“Am I doing good?” Jungkook murmurs, gaze completely dark. “Are you gonna cum for me, huh?”

How dare he fake that innocent voice?

“D-Don't you fucking stop,” you say between the moans - and Jungkook's mouth is immediately over your core again.

You're a mess. Your sweating, you grab the couch tightly, your legs are weak, your entire body is tense. He's eating you mercilessly, like he has been hungry for days and you're the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. Jungkook knows you're about to cum so he grabs your leg again firmly to force you to stop bucking your hips, his fingers faster than ever, sucking you like it's the last thing he'll do on his life-

That fire immediately spreads through your body and you moan loudly, throwing your head back when you finally hit your high. Jungkook feels your walls convulsing and clenching around his fingers so he takes them out, staring at you with pride on his eyes as he watches your bliss.

For some moments, you just lay there, trying to recover your breath.

And in one second he's on top of you again.

Jungkook managed to get rid of his shirt somehow before you could notice, and you can't help but marvel his toned body. Everything about him is so firm… including his dick. You smirk at him and touch his hard member over the boxers; you can imagine that he is dying for some release.

And Jungkook is still smirking.

This smirk makes you feel very intense things.

“I'm not done with you yet,” he says darkly, and you feel yourself smiling in excitement. Being eaten out is good, but having that pretty dick of his inside of you is even better. You watch as he sits on his knees and gets rid of his boxers, his member standing free and tall, and the vision honestly makes your mouth water. If someone told you that Jungkook's cock is this pretty and big one month ago you wouldn't have believed…

“Enjoying the view?” He questions, quirking one eyebrow.

You can't help but scoff. Despite the current situation you're still too proud to just caress his ego like this. “You talk too much, did you know that?”

Jungkook chuckles, and you already feel your pussy throbbing as he takes a condom from the coffee table (this is Jimin's house, it wouldn't be surprising to find at least one condom pack in each meter of this apartment) and places it down his dick. “Ah, but you like it,” he murmurs, taking one of your legs and helping you to place your feet on his shoulder, so you're very spread. Fuck, you did this position that night and it was amazing. He probably remembers it as much as you do. “But if you want me to give another weird compliment - you look he hottest when I fuck you.”

Before you can say anything, Jungkook just fucking shoves himself inside of you all the way with no warning.

You moan, eyes popping wide. You're very wet so it does not feel bad - pretty much the opposite; his cock stretching you all at once feels amazing. Jungkook stays there for a moment, biting down his own bottom lip. His hands are holding your hips firmly. Boy wants to do all the work today? Alright, then. You're not complaining.

And then he finally starts to thrust.

His pace is fast since the beginning; the room is immediately filled with the sounds of skin hitting skin, heavy breathings, grunts and moans. There is something so hot about seeing this usually soft boy going rough on you like this. He thrusts into you balls deep, and this angle makes everything better, both because you have a nice view of his body - his toned abs twitching at each thrust, his veiny arms grabbing your hips, those firm thighs of his, just his sweaty form in general - and because he hits your g-spot very easily like this.

“You love it when I fuck you, don't you?” Jungkook groans, panting. “How does it feel like?”

It's clear that his question was not a rhetorical one - and you're way too insane to think straight. “You fill me up so good,” you say, but it sounds like an obscene moan. “Don't stop Jungkook- ah!”

You close your eyes tightly when he increases his pace even more, and at this point you're sure you'll have purple marks on your hips tomorrow because he's grabbing too tight. Not that you can care about it at the moment. You prop yourself up on your elbows and stare right on his eyes, and both of you smile.

For a moment you remember that this guy is your almost brother, that you're committing unofficial incest for the third time and that you're making your friendship get even more complicated - but seriously, who cares about these tiny details when you have a cock smashing inside of you?

You feel the second orgasm building up inside of you again, but this time you want Jungkook to cum, too. You start to clench your walls around him, almost too tight for him to keep his fast pace. Jungkook closes his eyes, mouth slightly parted, and damn - he looks amazing. Fucking a guy as handsome as him is not a chance anyone have everyday.

“My fucking God- you feel so good, I could fuck you all night,” he says, grunting, and you smile.

When you feel that you're close, you start to help him - although it is quite difficult to buck your hips too in this position and when he's going so fast. You can't control yourself again, moans getting higher, and you can see the pride on Jungkook's eyes when he notices he's about to make you cum again.

And he really makes you hit your second orgams in a row - walls convulsing, toes curling, eyes rolling back. Jungkook stops for a moment when he feels you're coming, and like before he just watches your body covered in sweat, your expression that could be mistaken as pain, but is actually pure pleasure.

After a few moments, when he feels you've calmed down, Jungkook starts to thrust again. You can imagine how desperate he is to reach his high, you can see how close he is. You still keep your walls tight around him, hoping it will make him feel better as Jungkook picks his pace once more - and since you already learned how being vocal turns him on, you decide to help him a little bit.

“You are right, Jungkook- I love it when you fuck me,” you say in that moaning-breathy voice that already makes Jungkook go crazy. You would usually never say this type of thing, but you're having sex and your filter of words isn't working well anymore. “You feel so good and big inside of me… come for me, Jungkook...”

You were right. It sure helped him, because after a few hard thrusts you see him coming, his deep grunt, his eyes closing tight, and then his body relaxes.

And then he collapses above you.

For several moments, you two just lay there and try to recover your irregular breathings. Your bodies are still burning hot, but you can't think of it, the sweat or anything else. Sex with Jungkook is something you never thought you would do - and it's something you don't really want to stop doing. He seems to think the same way, since he initiated things this time.

From lifelong best friends to fuck buddies? This is what I call character development.

“In my defense, I would like to make clear in advance that nothing that I say during sex is true,” you say after moments, making Jungkook laugh and prop his body on his elbows to look down at you.

“Really? So you don't love it when I fuck you?” He asks playfully, quirking one eyebrow.

“I don't love it. It's kinda good,” you say, pretending to be unbothered.

“And you're going to pretend I didn't make you come twice?”

“It was simply an accident.”

Jungkook laughs again and sits on his knees, taking the condom off. “Well, then I'll have to change your mind, missy.”

It is your time to quirk one eyebrow. “What…?”

In the blink of an eye, Jungkook is lying over you again. And he has that smirk.

You officially love that smirk more than you hate it.

“I said I could fuck you all night and I will fuck you all night.”

It's even embarrassing how you open the fatest fucking smile.

You laugh loudly when Jungkook lifts you up on his arms and takes you to his bedroom.

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Can you do a very very cuddly fluffy cute chill boyfriends day with Lucas and eliott.

can I ask you to write a fic where Eliott is Lucas' baby? It can be anything with a lot of Lucas calling Eliott baby!

Can u pls make a fic where the gang is having a normal conversation at school or something and then Lucas and eliott is just being super clingy

Could I ask for a shaved head Eliott?

do you write elu smut?

So can you write a discussion between Elu on whether to get a big or small dog, but it's not obvious that they are talking about dogs so their friends are looking at them bewildered?

I decided to make a day-in-the-life kind of thing, it’s very long, but I hope everyone enjoys it! (and I feel like my English is not doing good these days...just so you know)

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8:00 A.M

Eliott doesn’t control it, he usually just wakes up early even when he doesn’t want to. But it’s nice, he likes to take his time waking up, especially now that he has Lucas.

His boyfriend never told him, but he heard around something about Lucas having some problems sleeping before. Eliott likes to take some pride in being responsible for helping Lucas fix his sleeping schedules.

He likes to take his time looking at the other one, sleeping on his shoulder, quietly breathing and exhaling through his mouth. Eliott makes sure that everyone knows how much he loves Lucas constantly, but no one else sees this, how Lucas sleeps and how he looks so soft and relaxed while doing it.

The bed feels so warm and comfortable, Eliott wouldn’t mind living in it forever with Lucas. He runs his fingers slowly through Lucas’ hair to put it all back so he can look at his boyfriend.

The flat is already awake, he can hear voices coming from the living room but he wants to stay here, in his bubble of love with Lucas.

They should start talking about moving in together.

11:00 A.M

“If I could choose, I would like those big ones that look like a horse.”

Eliott is gesturing while talking, trying to make Lucas imagine what he’s talking about. They both have the dumbest smiles on their faces and Lucas is nodding even though it looks like he doesn’t know what he’s nodding about.

“I like it anyway, but I prefer small ones, that can fit anywhere and go with you wherever you go.”

Yann and Arthur are late, as always and they get there together, frowning when they find the boys talking enthusiastically about something and Basile completely quiet for once, looking from Lucas to Eliott and vice versa.

“Hey! What’s going on?” Yann greets Basile first, trying to understand what he’s confused about. Arthur follows, doing the exact same.

“I think we’re talking about dildos…” Basile explains and everyone freezes. Eliott starts laughing and Lucas frowns, even more, turning to look at Basile.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Baz?”

“You said you like the small ones-” He tries to explain, also turning to look at Lucas but he stops Basile mid-sentence.

“Dogs! Basile, we are talking about dogs! Putain...you’re so fucking weird, I don’t get it.”

Arthur finally comes to sit on the bench with them, sighing.

“I thought I was witnessing the weirdest conversation ever...but it was about dogs, so ok.”

1:00 P.M

“C’mon, baby, we’re going to be late!” Lucas tries to pull Eliott by his wrist but he’s still on the same spot, hugging their friends and saying goodbye.

Eliott laughs when the boys start teasing Lucas about not leaving his boyfriend alone for a minute.

“Fuck off! We have an appointment and we’re going to be late. Baby…” Arthur imitates him calling Eliott baby, pulling Eliott closer to him, hugging him while looking at Lucas.

“You need to learn what sharing means, Lulu! Give us a little bit of your boyfriend!”

“No! He’s mine! I’ll share my food, my time, my great ideas and plans, but not my boyfriend.” He laughs, pushing Arthur away from Eliott, dragging him out of the restaurant as Eliott is still waving to their friends.

3:00 P.M

Lucas is staring and it’s making Eliott anxious. Maybe he fucked up.

“You’re staring.” Eliott finally meets Lucas’ eyes and his boyfriend smiles, it seems like a real smile.

“Sorry. It’s just different.” Lucas puts his other hand on top of Eliott’s, making a little sandwich with Eliott’s hand in between his hands.

“It was a bad choice, I can see it in your eyes.”

“Stop! That’s bullshit. I really love it, there’s no reason to lie about this. But the most important opinion it’s your own, you need to love it just as much as I do.”

With his free hand, Eliott runs his hand through the top of his head, no more messy hair. He’s almost completely bald.

He knows Lucas loves his hair and Eliott can also understand that he also loves Lucas’ hair very deeply. But he needed a change, to start again and to feel like he was starting over. And cutting his hair was the way he found to do it.

“I think I like it...but I’ll let it grow again now, I promise.”

“You look handsome no matter what.”

“Thank you, baby.” Eliott raises his eyebrows and Lucas just rolls his eyes, but Eliott doesn’t let him move further, pulling Lucas closer by his hips and Lucas tries to escape, to turn his face away but Eliott wins, holding his face with one hand and kissing him just for a second, they’re on a public bus after all.

9:30 P.M

The sun is starting to set outside, painting Lucas’ naked body with a golden color and Eliott smiles, quietly running his big hands up and down Lucas’ thighs and Lucas opens his legs as much as he can as a response, looking so fucking exposed and Eliott needs to take a few deep breaths or he would just throw himself at Lucas, making him moan as loud as it’s possible.

But he can’t. They can’t make too much noise.

The flat is full tonight. Manon and the girls are visiting and it’s already a miracle that they managed to go to Lucas’ room without the others complaining too much about it.

But doing it silently is their specialty as well. And it feels so good, maybe because they end up reminiscing about their first time. And maybe because of both of them like it a little bit too much of the risk of getting caught.

Eliott lays down slowly on top of Lucas, helping him hook his leg around Eliott’s waist, caressing his calf all the way to his ankle.

He makes sure to whisper on Lucas’ ear how beautiful he looks and his boyfriend turns his head a little, smiling and kissing him slowly, sucking on his lower lip. Eliott doesn’t really smoke these days but he knows what getting high feels like.

It doesn’t take long for the room to get ridiculously hot, their bodies are sweaty against each other in a mess of tangled limbs, moving together and they lost the little bit of shyness that happened at the start. Taking the clothes off, finding and putting a condom is always a little bit awkward but now is gone and they’re just chasing the pleasure like it’s so close but they can never reach it. Eliott loves to hold Lucas tighter, to make sure that he’s real, that he’s right there, moaning Eliott’s name, arching his back, scratching his boyfriend’s neck without a care in the world.

The room is completely dark, they’ve been doing it for a long time now but Eliott is not tired and Lucas doesn’t seem to be either.

Lucas turns them in bed, not wasting a single second, brushing his lips against Eliott’s and traveling down slowly, giving his whole body the lightest kisses, never looking up, he’s always a bit too self-conscious about himself and his abilities and Eliott just wants to tell him again and again how amazing he’s at it. Sex and everything else but he’ll do that later.

He props himself on his elbows, almost coming just by looking at his perfect boyfriend and his puffy red lips so close to where he needs them the most. If God exists and is ok with sex and sex between two men, this could be a fucking heavenly image.

Eliott can’t look after a minute. Lucas has the perfect lips for a blowjob and he must know it because he makes a show out of it and if Eliott lets himself watch, he usually doesn’t last too long and today he wants it to last forever so he lies down against, looking up and finding one pillow, pulling it to his face, covering his entire head with it, wrapping both arms around the soft fabric, letting Lucas do whatever the fuck he wants with Eliott because he deserves it. He deserves the world.

He can finally moan and curse as much and as loud as he wants to, also feeling Lucas’ hands wandering on his inner thighs to his stomach, scratching his skin and Eliott is sure he’ll have marks later.

It feels like hours but it’s been probably minutes, he couldn’t help himself, thrusting just a little bit and he could only feel Lucas moaning, bobbing his head faster and Eliott opens his legs and Lucas seems to get it but he doesn’t mind, just goes faster and pulls his boyfriend closer by his waist, going as deep as it’s possible and Eliott comes, moaning against the pillow.

They need to move out of the flat tomorrow. Eliott needs to have sex with Lucas for an entire day in every single room of his apartment.

#skam france #elu fic #eliott demaury #Lucas Lallemant

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girlobsessed21 · 5 years

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The 100 6x11 discussion - burning desires of change

Hey guys, as usual, here’s my breakdown of the episode. Props to Mr. Bob Morley on his directing debut - insert applause emoji here. All in all, it was great, I enjoyed it, albeit a little weird. But it’s to be expected of a conversion episode taking us into the finale.

Like I explained in my 2nd predictions post, “Ashes to Ashes’ has Biblical connotation and it’s also a British crime drama about time traveling back to the early 80′s as well as David Bowie’s 1980 hit single about addiction.

Apart from Ash being Echo’s real name, I struggled to find the link to the title until it hit me with a wrench from behind. It’s about cycles, repetition, doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results (which Einstein did not say btw). Only now, it’s breaking that rotation. Demons are overcome (apart from Madi), and it’s time to do better.

Octavia’s no longer Bellamy’s responsibility, Clarke refuses to kill innocents, the children of Gabriel learn the truth, Miller disobeyed to transcend and Echo (or Ash), well, I’ll talk about her later. To Monty! Will this also be the end of the ‘will they, won’t they’ dance for Bellamy and Clarke? See my thoughts on this.

That said, let’s fall into the recap.

A child possessed

Okay, Sheidheda was a lot creepier in this episode than the previous ones. if Madi wasn’t completely overthrown before, it seems like she is now and her driving force is pure vengeance. The bond between Madi and Clarke is harder to break than diamonds, which we saw in season 5 and here again.

For six years, all they had were each other. Since the little Natblida was only six when Clarke found her, she won’t even remember her real family all that well. To Madi, Clarke was her savior, her family, her protector, her mother and basically everything else. Having such an influence taken away from you is artery-slicing.

The demon in her head knows this, plays on it and manipulates in a way an abuser lures children in with sweets. Given her age and lack of experience, she follows blindly. I have a feeling this might continue onto season 7 but I hope Raven finds a way to eliminate him. That face freaks me out. For now, he’s gonna cause a lot more damage than we anticipate and will probably be a spoil of war for the peaceful plan.

John Murphy - court jester or hero?

Yeah, he’s been a fence-sitter the entire season, but you have to admit, Murphy provides some much needed comical relief. Granted, the writers have turned up the humor via Bellamy, Clarke, and Diyoza, yet Murphy’s sarcasm should never be taken for granted. “Houdini Miller.” He might not make it to the end of the season.

If someone threatens the life of the person you love, will you protect everyone else or only that person? Ask Bellamy, he did the exact same thing. Risked the lives of everyone else to save his girl, of course Murphy will do the same. He wants to marry Emori, he’ll face hell to ensure her safety.

Still, he warns Echo in good old Cockroach fashion. Don’t let them find out I’m on your side, there’s but one side and it’s mine - and Emori’s. As long as the primes think that, he’ll have a chance of being spared. Murphy is such a great character, sure, he has deviated from being good, but that’s what makes him interesting.

The more layers and substance a character has, the more convincing and relatable they are. All of us have flaws, Murphy’s biggest one is his selfishness, does this make him a bad person? Absolutely not. He struggles and sometimes stumbles due to it but he still cares. Only the size of his heart’s in question, not the existence and it gets them out of some serious syrupy situations.

The makes of the Blakes

So, Bellamy doesn’t care about the delusional cult followers, he merely wants to save his people, to hell with the rest. In a sense, he betrayed them to rescue his love? soulmate? person? and has to make up for it. Now, Bellamy, did Monty not teach you anything?

Being so determined, he calls his sister the queen of cannibals. Killing her own people to ensure their survival. She did what she had to do, why can’t he? I didn’t know Bellamy even knew about this, why didn’t they show his reaction to finding out? Wouldn’t it have led to him cutting her some slack? He was in the exact same situation many times before.

Probably not. His whole life has always revolved around her, everything he did was to protect his sister to the point of borderline, unhealthy codependency. Octavia was his purpose and yet she threw him in a fighting pit to die after he once again tried to save her - from herself.

Gabriel then tells Bellamy his sister is special, she returned from the greatest mystery of Sanctum. If I remember correctly, Lincoln called her special too when she was unaffected by the biological warfare. There’s more to it though, in my opinion, I still think Diyoza will return, they were both called by the anomaly, why would only O survive? That anomaly is going to be some crazy wow-factor, I’m certain.

I believe a cult won’t be too happy to find out that its leader is the exact thing they’re rebelling against. And the children of Gabriel seemed pretty pissed, especially Xavier’s sister. That is until Bellamy gives them a plan to fulfill their cause. Unfortunately for him, it means teaming up with O to find the powerful red sun toxin. For once the cultists weren’t useless!

Poor Gabriel, all he wants is peace. I thought Jordan would be a Monty reincarnator but apparently, that’s Gabriel. Or he’s more of Lincoln II? Either way, I hope he doesn’t die. Speaking of Jordan, I miss him in his recovery bed.

Anyway, “what do you say when sorry isn’t good enough?” Despite Bellamy’s countless efforts to keep O occupied, she won’t stop breaking down the walls around his heart. Those mushrooms were strong, Bell, we saw it. Octavia’s speech was so deep, honest and touching that Bellamy’s stray tears hardly seem enough.

The way it was resolved though, is more than satisfactory. After everything that’s happened, it wouldn’t be enough development for him to simply accept what she’s done and move on. But, he’s willing to give her a chance to prove herself while no longer being the core of his world. “You’re my sister, but you’re not my responsibility, not anymore” is probably the best metamorphosis I’ve witnessed on this show. It clips the umbilical cord for both of them to emerge as individuals.

Echoes of a cold-hearted spy

So, I assume Echo protected Ryker thinking she could bank on his morality to spare her. And of course, she keeps scraping at the flesh wound. But Ryker believes saving his family keeps the peace, killing Echo saves everyone else. One life instead of thousands - it’s for the greater good, right? Wrong. The acting here was great, I was totally convinced of Ryker’s bouncing morals.

Off-topic, I completely forgot Miller used to be a thief and I’m glad we got to see his pick-pocketing skills in action. He deserves some credit and screentime, since being a part of this show for six seasons. Oh, and the transcending moment between him and Gaia was super sweet.

For a second I thought Echo would become Simone and then I remembered that she also took ALIE’s chip and they wouldn’t rehash the neural mesh storyline. Meaning my fears were quickly soothed.

Onto the important part, what was that back story supposed to mean? All I got out of it, is that Echo’s cycle isn’t broken. That leopard hasn’t changed its spots. Don’t get me wrong, it broke my heart that she had to kill her friend and resume her identity in order to survive. But, it felt like a turning point in Echo’s character that plunged her into heartlessness. Will she become that person again?

I know Echo might not be a fan favourite, but she’s really grown on me this season. She’s smart, loyal and fierce, I like her. Not Bellamy and Echo together though, I can’t see a semblance of a connection between them. And their relationship is only hurting their characters.

Why would they build her up as a great character just to show that she cares about no-one, not even her friends? I mean I get why she killed Ryker, leaving him alive was too much of a risk - he would tell Russel about her, Miller and Gaia being at large. Though that murderous glint in her eyes tells me that was purely for revenge and completely against their newfound lifestyle. Maybe I’m wrong.

I’m curious to know what being a nightblood will mean for her now and how her character might change after being held at gunpoint.

Meanwhile, Monty’s mantra rings through Clarke

Oy, Bellamy risked everything and everyone to save Clarke and if she can’t play the part of Josephine convincingly, that was all for nothing. And our boy’s not happy about it - at all. Only, Clarke refuses a Mount Weather do-over.

I just need to mention Bellamy’s face when Murphy come’s through the tent - priceless. Then Jade finally gets a chance to knock someone out too. Yay for her!

The moment Clarke’s safe, she goes straight to Bellamy for reassurance and goodbye. Backtracking to the start of the episode, the way he flung to her side when she woke, touched and comforted her was toothachingly soft and way too intimate to be non-romantic.

Bellamy gets this shy, ‘aw it’s nothing’ expression when Clarke thanks him for saving her life. Because to him, it really is nothing, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her. And while he’s making heart-eyes at his friend, his girlfriend is being prepped for a blood transplant and murder. I cannot see how there won’t be any followthrough on this.

If there’s not, it’s altogether bad writing, showcasing and wasted potential. Right now, there’s too much going on for a decent conversation that’s years overdue and I’m hopeful they’ll get it. In the synopsis of the finale, there’s a hint at romance and I truly believe it’s theirs.

Well done Eliza! For playing Clarke and Josephine, Clarke as Josephine and vice versa. She’s an amazing actress and has come a long way from, “Stop, the air could be toxic!.”

The woman must have been devastated when she walked in on Madi strapped to a chair, being drained for her blood. Yet, in the scheme of greater good, she acts oblivious. She plays the part of a nonchalant sociopath so well, while sparing Madi via a sedative and shifting the focus to her mind drive.

Those newlyweds sure know how to act and direct!! Like always, I’d love to hear your thoughts, did I read the Echo backstory correctly? Till next week, bye!

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°✧｡× : ( moon gayoung + cis female + she / her ) ─── welcome to roselake village , SEOLA LIM ! oh , well , i suppose you’ve been here for ALL YOUR LIFE , so perhaps you already know your way around the town . well , you are the TWENTY THREE year old LIBRARIAN , though , right ? the harvest sprites told me about you ! they said you DO believe in the harvest goddess . oh , my . well , that explains why they also said you’re quite BEWITCHING and SEDULOUS , but can also be a bit ENIGMATIC and MERCURIAL . either way , you should be a wonderful addition to our island ! i guess i’ll leave you to it now , but if i need you , i suppose i’ll just look for you at THE MAGIC SHOP , yeah ? we hope you love it here as much as we do ! oh , and remember not to go into the tulsy woods ! the distorted hum of opera music just out of reach , dirt caked underneath fingernails , eyes that know more than lips tell ! ✧

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ QUICK STATS !

full name : seola lim .

nickname(s) : lala ( yea like the teletubby ... it was a childhood nickname </3 )

zodiac : pisces sun , virgo moon ( click ! )

sexuality : bisexual .

occupation : librarian & witch .

birthplace : roselake village , maine .

current residence : roselake village , maine .

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ BACKSTORY ! ( tw : vague mentions of an accident )

she’s a fraternal twin <3 if u read julie’s intro u know , but seola and sora are the daughters of roselake’s mayor ! she was born a whole ten minutes after her sister so she takes pride in not being the hag ... sora is so brave for her sacrifice

so their dad is the mayor ! he’s been roselake’s mayor for a while now , keeps getting reelected bc why fix something that seems to be working right .. aha more about that later ... & their mom is a witch ! only on the down low though , she’s not open about practicing magic & is much better known for and adored for her philanthropy around roselake ! both sora and seola have the ability to use magic , but while the gift seemed to come naturally to sora , seola high key struggled with it /:

their mom was a very patient teacher but that didn’t stop seola from feeling inferior to both her sister as well as her powers in general . she very much felt like a big flop , and as a kid & preteen she struggled a lot with jealousy and frustration and just feeling second best in a sense ? basically she really felt like she was letting everyone down when in reality the only person who was putting pressure on her was herself

in good old 2010 ... 13 year old seola & sora snuck into tulsy woods ( even though their dad always said never to go in there ) to play around with their magic , got into an argument , and that’s when seola accidentally ended up hurting sora really really badly ):

after the accident seola wanted to give up magic forever , but her mom convinced her that the best way for her to get over her fear of ever hurting someone again was to practice . so while sora got closer to their father , who had covered up the accident in the woods and used it to spread his own agenda , seola got much closer with their mom

determined to get better at controlling her abilities and also super terrified that she’d hurt someone like she’d hurt her sister if she didn’t , seola practiced and practiced ... then she practiced some more . while most people her age were going through high school focused on going to college afterwards , seola was counting down the days til she’d be free to do nothing but learn as much as she could about being a witch

it was around this time she also started to get ... suspicious about her dad and his intentions . she was grateful that he didn’t tell the truth about the accident , scared ppl would have viewed her as a monster if they knew what really happened , but the way her dad was acting about tulsy woods was super suspicious especially with everything happening with the harvest goddess and the sprites . basically ... seola suspects he might have something to do with whatever’s going on in the woods ... 👁️👁️

after high school seola stayed in roselake ! she didn’t go to college like sora , much to her dad’s dismay , but she did take some online classes here & there ( mysticism and rituals , alchemy , some history ones , as well as a medieval monsters literature class ... just for fun <3 ) she also snagged a job at subtext as a librarian , mainly for that sneaky access to all the secret garden books

initially she’d just been curious about her own magic , since she knows it doesn’t come from the harvest goddess like a sprite’s magic does , but with everything going on she’s extended her research to include both the goddess & the sprites to see if maybe she can understand whatever her dad is trying to do in roselake

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ PERSONALITY + TIDBITS !

not 2 be cliche but she really is a mysterious girl SJDBWJBDJW since she’s haunted by the idea that she’s essentially always on the brink of losing control and hurting someone again like she did with her sister , she’s got a very elusive personality . she tries her best not to get too close with anyone , but unfortunately for her it’s the kind of cool and detached air about her that usually makes people curious to know her , especially since her twin sister is so seemingly open & very focused on her reputation in roselake . seola’s always tells herself stuff like oh to be a fly on the wall ... 😔 but the reality is she doesn’t want to be invisible to people at all , she’s just traumatized from the accident in tulsy woods /:

so you have her enigmatic persona ... versus her deep desire to be understood and loved despite whatever dangerous and uninhibited thing she’s convinced lurks around inside her . yeah ... she’s not so good at following her own don’t get too close with people rule SJDBWJDJW most of the time what ends up happening is her pushing those who are already close away , only to reach for them again later , only to push them away ... you get it . it’s easy to write her off as a moody rich girl if you’re not in her circle , but it’s deeper than that

she’s got a bad habit of fixating on things and then letting them consume her . sometimes it works to her benefit , like focusing so hard on practicing her magic and finally becoming good at it . most of the time , though , her curiosity morphs into obsession , and it’s very easy for her to get overwhelmed and feel lost

she has a big old soft spot for creepy or spooky things and people , 100% believing that more often than not the stuff we’re afraid of is stuff we just don’t understand . sometimes , though , her attraction to the “ dark ” is a manifestation of her own internalized belief that there’s something wrong with her & that she’s just as capable of bad as she is good ... cannot believe freud just possessed my body like that 😳

if she was an animal she’d for sure be a cat JSBDJWBDJW comes & goes as she pleases ... affectionate & warm on her own terms ... sometimes she brings people weird gifts that are only really gifts in her eyes ... yea <3

high key has a huge guilt complex bc of that juicy unresolved childhood trauma ! that and the fact that she’s pretty sure her family is responsible for hurting so many other’s in roselake ... it’s a lot . so even though she’s not as warm and friendly as sora is , she’s just as kind ... maybe even too kind sometimes , she just feels like she has a lot to prove & make up for yk

voted most likely to dump you & say it’s not you , it’s me ):

big fan of creating ambiance she’s all about turning of the big lights and turning on a lamp ... maybe lighting some candles if she’s feeling crazy idk ...

if you don’t know she’s a witch you probably think seola’s about to drop the hottest skincare line of 2020 because she do be collecting those herbs and oils

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ WANTED CONNECTIONS ! ( all open to all genders )

BEST FRIENDS : technically sora is always gonna be her number one best friend 🥺 but i would really love for seola to have at least one person who really truly knows her , someone she’d drop anything for to help them if they needed & vice versa !

CHILDHOOD / FAMILY FRIENDS : open to muses that grew up in roselake ! maybe their parents are friends , or maybe they were just neighbors or in the same classes in elementary school . i have ... lots of ideas for this trope hehe <3 give me someone who seola pushed off the swings when they were tiny and now they’re still sworn enemies to this day ... childhood friends that stayed close , but after the accident in tulsy woods seola distanced herself , someone who was technically her first love who she probably had a little wedding ceremony with when they were like five with candy rings , childhood friends that grew apart and now it’s sad and awkward , childhood friends that stayed close and have embarrassing stories to tell about each other ... i’ll stop here JSDBJWD

CONFIDANTS : the one person seola keeps finding herself talking to about the things she usually keeps inside & they do the same with her . i think it’d be funny if both of them find it weird to do things like go out to lunch or shop together because that’s not what they’re used to

SUBTEXT : people who know her from the library ! maybe your muse spends a lot of time there so they recognize seola ( or maybe they even go just to see her ) , maybe your muse needed help finding something once and seola helped them out & now they’re kinda pals , or maybe your muse is someone seola’s requited to help her out with her own research with the secret garden books

FRIENDS THAT DATED : maybe things just ended amiably between them , or maybe it’s like an “ everyone told us we should date so we tried it and boy was that the weirdest thing we ever did ” situation . either way the outcome is they’e still friends <3

CAHOOTS : what is this you might ask ? someone seola can be in cahoots with . she has a possibly dangerous idea that no one else is likely to say yes to ? she goes to your muse . your muse has an idea no one in their right mind would say yes to ? they go to seola . these two are in cahoots !

BAD INFLUENCE : i’d love for someone who’s trying to get seola to dabble into darker magic / abandon her quest to figure out what’s going on in the woods and save the harvest goddess . she’s pretty hard to sway if she thinks she’s doing the right thing , so bonus points if your muse is good at manipulation and has a convincing case that’s more than just oooh be bad ;)

SPRITES & MAGICAL BEINGS : sorry human muses ... these are not for you </3 i would love if any of the other witches / wizards helped seola on her journey to practice her magic and get better at it ! maybe someone who knows what really happened with sora in the woods but still decided to help her / not judge her , OR maybe someone who knows what she did and is now scared of her / doesn’t think she should be doing magic still at all . as for sprites i think seola would be super curious about them & the harvest goddess , so maybe some sprites who are willing to talk about their abilities with her and their connection to the goddess with her & are maybe even working with her to try and figure out what’s going on in roselake . then on the reverse of that maybe sprites who think seola’s too nosy for her own good , or who don’t trust her because they’re also starting to get suspicious about the mayor , or maybe they just don’t trust any magic that doesn’t come from the harvest goddess

MAYOR LIM : if you’re trying to get to her father for whatever reason , sora’s definitely the easier ticket in , but maybe your muse is trying to be less obvious about it so they try through seola ! i would also ... really love someone she can sneak off with during town events where her dad is involved when she’s supposed to be with her family promoting that shiny lim reputation hehe

SISTER SISTER : connections through sora ! this is ... always the best part of having a sibling in the same rp you get to make connections through them so give me all sorts of stuff it could be dramatic like your muse hurt sora & now seola hates them or it could be wholesome too ! not 2 be cliche but ... love triangle anyone ... just kidding ... unless ? 🙈

THE BIG EX : seola’s first real relationship , and first real heartbreak . everyone before them had been an unofficial thing , but your muse was the real deal . maybe one or both of them ruined it by being too scared of their feelings to stick around , maybe secrets and insecurities got the best of them , maybe one of them was willing to try but the other wasn’t . either way it ended badly , and whether those feelings are resolved or not ... the world is our oyster baby !

HOOKUPS : friends with benefits and it’s not awkward between them , friends with benefits and it’s super weird between them because they may be crossing over into real feeling territory , one night stands / hookups that were huge mistakes , one night stands or hookups that were or are being kept secret for whatever reason , someone who leads seola on but never gets serious about her , or someone she leads on but she never gets serious about because every time they get close to anything real she’s pushing them away

WILL THEY WON’T THEY : a friendship that always teeters on the line of something romantic ! maybe they’re both oblivious to the chemistry / tension or maybe they’re aware of it because they get jealous when they hear about the other being with someone else … maybe they refuse to do anything about it because they don’t want to complicate things or maybe they purposefully cross lines when they feel that jealousy … could be more angsty or it could be more wholesome depending on which way it goes 😈

i wont lie to u ive been writing this all day ... but we finally made it baby 😭😭😭 im sosososo sorry for the length & the wait ... also i feel like my charas always change a lil once i actually start plotting & writing so sorry again if u see me finally writing as seola on the dash and ur like lit rally who is that ... JSDBWJBDWBDJ please come message me on discord to plot ! @ seulgi ily ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172 maybe ... give this a like if u wanna … do that ? thank u for reading all this ur so brave for that stay sexy stan loona x

#╰ ♡ . 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 ── ooc !#no words ... intro full </3 #the princess diaries said a queen is never late ... i am not a queen though -__-#wisteria.intro

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Nocturnal

This is a bit rough still. But I finally completed it.

Nocturnal A Halloween Roswell New Mexico Fanfic

It was Cam who said they all deserved a vacation, but it was Liz who suggested a girls-only weekend. It was Isobel who said she could get Alex to give them his cabin for three days, but it was Maria who insisted on a cellphone ban. So, in the long run, Rosa claimed she was the only one not to blame for the situation. Maria and Liz disagreed because she was the one who insisted on not being cooped up in the cabin all day and exploring the area, but that was getting ahead of the story.

The first day wasn’t eventful. They didn’t end up leaving town until the afternoon, and the cabin was rather small for all five of them to settle into - even for just three nights. There was some not unexpected bickering between parties before they settled down to work on cooking dinner - because even uber eats wasn’t delivering pizza to the middle of nowhere.

They settled in front of a tv that was probably owned by somebody’s grandfather to complain about each other’s tastes in movies. It had gotten dark by the time Rosa lost rock-paper-scissors to Liz and ended up doing the dishes. She didn’t actually mind, but made sure to pout and groan for added emphasis. Liz looked ten seconds from giving in and doing them anyway when Maria shot her a look that she must have learned from her mother, because Rosa found herself washing the dishes sixty seconds later.

There was a window over the sink, which looked out over the wilderness surrounding the cabin. Rosa fell into the familiar groove, having done dishes at the Crashdown most of her life. She was almost finished when she spotted a glimpse of something through the window. Something shining in the dark beyond the exterior cabin lights, and she found herself slowing her motions as she tried to catch another look. It was back a moment later - eyes shining in the darkness, then gone again in an instant.

“I think we got some coyotes out there!” She called out to the group in the next room.

“Not surprised.” Liz entered the kitchen, having gathered the leftovers to place in the fridge. “This cabin really is in the middle of nowhere.”

Rosa glanced over at her as she spoke. “We could have gone to one of the cities and enjoyed the nightlife. But, no, let’s go bond over bad movies in a cabin someone built in the fifties and nobody has bothered to update.”

“It’ll be more fun tomorrow.” Liz assured her.

“We could make this super juvenile and play truth or dare.”

“No.”

“Spin the bottle?”

“Rosa...”

“You’re so bo-” Rosa turned back to the window, and found herself staring into a face out of a nightmare. She screamed, leaping away from the window, and Liz was there in an instant.

“Rosa, are you okay?” Liz was too busy checking her for injuries to pay attention to the window.

“Rosa!” Maria appeared, Isobel and Cam on her heels. “What happened?”

“There was a face.” Rosa told them. “Looking in the window. It was right outside.”

Cam’s eyes narrowed, and she was already heading out to the next room. “There a flashlight?”

“Cam, wait.” Liz was eyeing the empty window. “You don’t even have your gun.”

“I don’t need a gun, Ortecho. Close those drapes.”

“I’ll go with you.” Isobel volunteered, having pulled two flashlights from the mess that was the living room shelves.

Maria was the one who closed the kitchen drapes and followed them to the front door, Liz had one arm around her shoulders, and it was only then that Rosa became aware she was shaking.

“Lock this.” Cam told Maria, and she nodded, doing as she was told as they went outside. Rosa let Liz pull her into the living room, and Maria drew one of the window drapes closed there as well. They watched out the second window as Isobel and Cam moved slowly around the front porch, before disappearing from sight. The tension in the room was high as the minutes passed and no sounds were heard.

When a figure appeared in front of the window, Maria let out a short scream before realizing it was Cam. Isobel appeared a moment later, and they let them both back inside. “What did you see?” Maria asked, even as she relocked the door with a sharp movement.

“Whoever it was must have run off when they realized Rosa wasn’t in here alone.” Cam answered. “Nobody is out there now.”

“What did they look like?” Isobel asked her.

Rosa hesitated, doubting herself now that the fear had passed. “I think the window was distorting it or something. They were tall, and hairy. Some kind of beard, I guess. And their eyes… something was really weird about their eyes.”

“Drugs, maybe.” Cam frowned. “Look, I think we should close the drapes, and stick close together tonight. I’ll go into town and make a report early tomorrow, grab us some breakfast.”

“Well, if anyone tries anything, they’re getting their ass handed to them.” Isobel commented.

“Too right.” Rosa seconded, forcing a grin. The face from the window haunted her sleep, though. Covered in dark, rough fur, with sharp canines poking out from a closed mouth. Eyes shining yellow in the darkness...

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Cam reinspected the outside of the cabin in the early morning hours, having Isobel lock the door behind her, but there was no sign of footprints. That seemed odd, but she didn’t doubt Rosa’s word. The sun wasn’t visible quite yet, though red was beginning to creep up the horizon. She settled herself behind the wheel, not bothering to stifle a yawn, before glancing in the rearview mirror. A pair of yellow eyes stared back at her. Cam whipped around to look out the back window - there was nothing to be seen but she could hear the scampering of footsteps from somewhere close. She turned on the car, purposefully throwing it in reverse, but she didn’t hit anything as she spun it to the side - turning on her headlights. Nothing again.

They’d taken a few cars to the cabin, and they were parked along the front in a row. Someone could easily be hidden between them. Cam swung open the door to her own car, dropping into a slight crouch beside it. Hearing no more footsteps, she peered carefully over the roof, keeping the open door between her and the open area behind her.

No figures, no sound. She moved cautiously, coming around her vehicle until she could see between one set of cars, then dodging out to spy behind the other. The sun was continuing to rise - slowly turning the area from darkness to a filtered grey. She debated about going back inside to get Isobel for back up - having someone who could throw someone without touching them had proven useful in recent months - but that might give whoever it was time to get away. She looked for footprints, but still couldn’t see anything. It nagged at her, but she pushed on.

By the time she’d made another inspection of the cabin's perimeter, the sun was rising. She rounded the corner back to the front porch, and almost ran right into a figure. She felt herself start to lift off the ground, when she realized she was looking at Isobel and vice versa. “Cam.”

She was dropped safely back to her feet. “Powers are supposed to be second choice, Iz.”

“I didn’t want to take any chances. What are you still doing here?” Isobel asked her.

“Saw our neighborhood creeper myself. Briefly. Just eyes in the rearview. Then he was gone again. I don’t know how he moved so fast.”

“Was it a human?” Isobel asked her.

Just one year ago, it would have been a joke. Now it was an honest question. Cam briefly contemplated how this had become her life along with the potential answer. “For now, let’s guess it is. Whoever it is keeps running away, so I don’t think they’re dangerous as much as a creepy asshole.”

Isobel nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on everyone.”

“Yeah, just stick together when you leave the cabin.” Cam suggested. “I’ll bring donuts.”

“That’s not breakfast.”

“Says you.”

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Maria did not want to go outside with two incidents having occurred now. A part of her wanted to give the whole idea of spending the weekend in the cabin up, and go somewhere else. There was a feeling to the whole thing that seemed to send warning signs off in her mind. Some psychic sense that said there was danger here, but that alluded her when she tried to understand what that danger was. Without being able to explain it, all she could do was suggest not venturing into the surrounding wilderness.

“We are not being run off by some perverted weirdo.” Rosa insisted when Cam came back with donuts and coffee. Alex knew nothing about a prowler, but there had been a few reports from other cabins and homesteads within a twenty-five mile radius submitted to the police in recent months. They were checking into reports, and Cam’s had sped the process up. “In fact, we are going to go out there and explore. See what we see.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Maria tried to reason with her, as if she didn’t already know that once Rosa set her mind on something she was far more likely to pull everyone along with her than to change it.

“Don’t be a chicken. Besides, we got GI Jane and Dark Phoenix.” Rosa tilted her head toward Cam and Isobel. “And I’m sure we could find you a pool stick or something to beat people up with."

“I feel unappreciated.” Liz complained, her tone teasing.

“Liz can probably make a smoke bomb from ingredients that are under the sink.” Rosa added.

“Easily.” Liz confessed. "I learned from you."

“See? Let’s go!”

Maria still felt uneasy as they wandered the area, hanging slightly back from the group as they just hiked without a set destination. It was Rosa who found the cave, and the moment she saw it, every psychic alarm bell she’d been trying to push away came back in full. “Don’t go in there.”

“It’s probably just an old mining shaft.” Liz shone a flashlight inside.

“There seems to be some branches and stuff.” Rosa was peering inside. “Think someone was hiding out here?”

“Couldn’t it just be an animal den?” Isobel suggested, her nose wrinkling. “It really stinks in there.”

“Maybe.”

When Rosa started to step inside, Maria couldn’t hold back anymore and quickly grabbed her arm to drag her back. “I mean it, don’t go in.”

“Ay Dios mio, Maria, what’s with you?” Rosa scowled at her.

“It’s just… something’s wrong here. Okay? Just leave it alone.” Maria begged her.

“We should probably head back so we’re at the cabin before nightfall anyhow.” Cam suggested.

“Fine. You’re all so boring.” Rosa complained, but Maria was willing to be called boring as many times as she wanted as long as they got the hell away from the cave. She felt ill just being near it.

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So far the weekend at the cabin hadn’t quite been as restful as Liz had been thinking it would be. Between the mysterious prowler, and Maria now being on edge, it felt more like they were all waiting for something to happen than a vacation. Isobel announced she was taking a shower and a nap when they got back to the cabin. The rest of them took turns in the shower after her, and Liz volunteered to go last. By the time she had her turn the sun was setting, Maria and Cam had started dinner, and Rosa had claimed the TV.

She settled down to nibble on the bowl of popcorn Rosa was hoarding when she heard Cam from the kitchen. “I think I see your coyote, Rosa.”

Rosa froze up, eyes wide. “What?”

“Yeah, I think I saw it for a moment.” Cam told her. “It was pretty far out.”

Rosa was on her feet a moment later, drawing the curtains close in the living room. “Close the curtains!”

“Rosa, what-” LIz stood up.

“Close the curtains.” Rosa insisted, hurrying into the kitchen. Liz followed her. The kitchen window curtains were open still, and Liz caught the sight of two forms and pairs of eyes in the darkness before Rosa yanked them closed as well.

“What’s wrong?” Cam asked her.

“I saw that just before I saw the face.” Rosa told her.

“The prowler? Those looked like animals, not-”

“I know what I saw.”

“Okay, let’s just-” Liz began, but was cut off by the sound of howling from outside. First one, then another, then another. Liz felt the hair on her arms stand up at the sound. Something about it was eerie and wrong.

“That’s not coyotes.” Maria was the first one to speak. “I’ve never heard anything like this.”

“Turn the lights off.” Cam ordered. “Living room, too.”

“Why?” Rosa asked her.

“If someone is out there, they can tell where we are. I want to even the score.” Cam eyed the many windows around the cabin. The curtains blocked the direct view, but the lights cast their shadows around the room - including on the curtains themselves.

Liz moved quickly to start turning off the lamps, and the others did the same. The howling quieted down as they worked.

Cam tilted her head to the window on the other side of the cabin, and Liz nodded. She didn’t watch to see what Cam was doing, she just moved to the window, and pulled the curtain back only slightly from the side - gazing out carefully. There was two forms that she could see - large, and animalistic on four legs. Yellow eyes shone in the darkness. “There’s two.” She spoke into the hush that had settled over the room.

“There’s two on this side as well.” Cam told her, already moving to the kitchen. Rosa gripped Maria’s arm as Cam peered out one of the two windows on that side. “One more. That makes five on three sides. There could be more on the fireplace side.”

“Isobel’s in the other cabin.” Maria reminded them.

Liz cursed in spanish, as the group glanced at each other. “We have to get her over here.”

Cam glanced around, then grabbed the poker from the fireplace set. “I’ll go.”

“Maybe we should go together.” Liz suggested.

Cam shook her head. “No offense, but that will actually slow me up. “Don’t lock the door - leave it open for us.”

Liz could only nod, moving to the window on that side so she could watch. Cam took a deep breath, then she was out the door.

The cabin that had the bedroom and bathroom wasn’t directly connected to the one they were in. The front porch ran between them, but the entrance wasn’t from the porch either - it was directly off the porch to the side.

Cam moved cautiously at first, eyeing the creatures as she moved toward the steps. She paused, and Liz turned to look at the creatures to see what she had seen. Her blood ran cold. Both creatures had turned toward the house, but one was slowly rising on its hind legs - easily making it six feet tall. Cam leapt from the porch and was through the door into the other cabin before it did anything else. But Liz watched as the same creature threw back it’s head and gave a long howl. The howl was answered from all around the cabin.

-----

The sounds of animal howls woke Isobel up from the nap she had been taking in the cabin’s main bed. Something about the howls seemed off - she didn’t recognize it as a typical coyote howl she’d grown up hearing. The lights in the sleeping cabin were off - and the curtains from the windows on both sides were open. The closest window looked toward the main cabin. As she watched, the lights in the cabin went off one by one.

Frowning in confusion, and still not convinced she wasn’t dreaming, she slowly got up - pulling her shoes on. Movement caught her attention, and when she looked up she saw Cam on the porch. She barely had time to contemplate what was going on when Cam was slamming into the cabin, and the howls came again - from all around them.

Cam yanked the curtains closed around the room. “You awake?”

“I should be asking you that. What the hell’s going on?”

“I don’t have the slightest clue. But it’s not good.” Cam answered. “Whatever is out there isn’t normal.”

“Are they dangerous?”

Cam seemed to consider the question. “They’re stationed around the cabin, and they’re watching us. Maybe it’s just an empty threat, maybe it’s not. But we can’t afford to think they aren’t dangerous.”

Isobel nodded. “Can we get in the cars? Get out?”

“Right now, I think we should depend on the cabin over the cars.” She glanced carefully out the window, and Isobel joined her - glancing over her shoulder.

There were three creatures just outside the circle of their parked cars - two on four legs, and one risen to two. Yellow eyes shone in the darkness, and seemed to be flicking between the two cabins. “What the hell…”

“You tell me.” Cam responded. “How’s your alien super powers?”

“Probably more useful than your pokey stick.” Isobel retorted, taking a deep breath and ignoring the part of her that wanted to panic over the sight of the strange creatures outside.

“Count of three, we get out the door, and up the steps to the cabin.”

“Count of three.”

“One… two… three!”

They didn’t bother with stealth - slamming the door open and close behind them as they dashed up the steps. A snarl was the warning Isobel got before a form was leaping at them from the open side of the porch between the cabins. She threw out a hand - using it to focus her power into force. The creature yelped as it was flung backwards - landing on it’s back a good distance away.

A second snarl, followed by a yelp, drew her attention to where a second creature had tried to attack from Cam’s side - and been bashed in the arm and stabbed in the shoulder for the effort. It fell back - canine jaws still pulled into a snarl - disappearing around the side of the house. Howls sounded behind them but neither bothered to look back as they dived into the main cabin - closing and locking the door behind them.

“Barricade it!” Cam snapped out, just as something slammed into the door. Maria and Rosa dragged the chair in front of it. One of the creatures outside snarled, banging against the wooden structure, before seeming to back off.

“The windows.” Maria brought up as the howls went up again.

“Bunker.” Rosa was already dragging the table out of the way. Scampering footsteps could be heard from around the cabin as they got the hatch open, climbing down one by one.

Isobel waited to go down last, even Cam didn’t argue she was the best choice - though she went second to the last - still holding the fire poker she’d stabbed the creature with. There was a few more bangs against the side of the house, but no windows were shattered as she climbed down herself - closing the hatch behind her.

“What do we do?” Rosa asked.

“We wait.” Liz spoke up. “Whatever they are - they’re nocturnal. We haven’t seen them in the daylight.”

“Are you sure?” Isobel asked her.

“No, but it’s as good a theory as any.” Liz replied.

Even from the bunker, the howls from above could be heard. The group slowly settled in for a long night.

-----

The howls and occasional bang from above grew less as the night went on. By the time the sun should have risen they ceased altogether. Despite that, the group was hesitant as they prepared to leave the bunker.

“What if they aren’t nocturnal?” Rosa couldn’t help but suggest.

“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it.” Cam told her.

Isobel and her had insisted on going up first. Rosa couldn’t help but grab onto Liz and Maria’s hands as they climbed up the ladder to the room above. After a moment that felt way too long, Isobel called down to them. “It’s okay - they’re gone!”

Liz went up the ladder next, and Rosa insisted on following her next. The cabin itself looked fine on the inside - as if nothing had happened at all. The windows remained intact - and the door had not been forced open. Maria and Liz pulled the chair out of the way of the door, and Cam and Isobel led the way outside.

Unlike inside the cabin, outside the cabin was full of evidence of the attack. Scratches marred the wood of the porch and door. The ground was churned up from all around the cabin. Even a tuff of fur, and drops of blood from the one Cam had wounded. Liz disappeared inside for a moment, and when she came back she was wearing a rubber glove and had a ziplock bags which she set about using to collect the fur and some of the dirt stained with the blood.

“Are you seriously collecting samples?” Maria glanced at her.

“Of course. I’m going to figure out what this was.” Liz held up the bags with her samples.

“The blood goes off that way.” Rosa pointed out. It wasn’t a perfect trail, but toward the edge of the cabin the drops moved further and further into the wilderness.

“I want to see where it goes.” Cam decided.

“Are you crazy?” Liz asked her.

“Nothing happened during the day.”

“Yet.”

“I’ll go with her. I want to take a drive around the nearby roads. See if anyone nearby heard anything.” Isobel suggested.

“I think I’ve had enough of our cabin vacation.” Rosa spoke up. “Anyone with me?”

“Yeah, I think I’m done.” Maria seconded.

“Pretty sure we all are.” Liz reassured her. “I’ll drive you back and take a look at this stuff in my home lab.”

“I don’t think it’s going to reveal what you want it to.” Maria told her, and Rosa glanced over at her - noting the distant look on her face.

“What makes you say that?” Liz asked her.

“Just a feeling.”

-----

Somehow, when the trail of blood led to the cave Rosa had found the previous day, Cam wasn’t surprised. They entered it cautiously - surprised by the size inside. It seemed like an animal den of some kind - half eaten animal carcasses and bones littered part of the floor. Though what looked like a pile of blankets and cloth were collected in one corner - and that seemed eerily reminiscent of something made by human hand instead. The animals themselves weren’t there.

The other cabins and homesteads were pretty far from Alex’s. The first they stopped at told them there had been a lot of coyote howls the previous few nights - more than normal. The second had reported a prowler - their daughter had called about a face in the window the previous month, but she was in town. Cam noted the younger son kept trying to add something, but the mother hushed him.

The final cabin had a police car parked in front of it, and the two of them hesitated, but pulled over anyway. “Johnson, where’s your partner?” She recognized the man who was stepping out of the house.

“Inside…” He told her. “There was reports of someone squatting here. We thought it might be connected to your prowler.”

“Find anything?”

Johnson seemed to hesitate. “Look, I know I shouldn’t do this - but you have got to see this.”

A quick glance at Isobel, and they were following him inside. His partner was coming out of the basement. When he spotted them, he glanced at Johnson, but didn’t say anything before heading back outside. Cam and Isobel followed him down to the stairs, pausing when they noted a second door - steel. Heavy, reinforced... and dented outward. The basement itself was unfinished. Dirt floors were churned up. All around the walls - some wood and some stone - long scratches marred the surfaces. And bolted to the stone walls were lengths of chain that ended in manacles and collars.

Cam glanced at Johnson. “Who owns this property?”

“Nobody local, not anymore. Family moved out almost twenty years ago.”

“I remember that.” Isobel spoke up. “Their kids were attacked by coyotes, right?”

“That’s what all the newspaper articles said.” Johnson glanced around the room. “Coyotes.”

“How many children did they have?” Cam asked as they climbed out of the cellar and headed back outside.

“Pretty sure it was five.” Johnson told her. “Three boys, two girls I think.”

Cam glanced at Isobel sharply, and Isobel met her gaze. “Well, I… don’t envy your report.” Cam told him.

Johnson gave a laugh, glancing back at the cabin. “Yeah, maybe I’ll just say there was some evidence of squatting but nobody around.”

As they climbed back into the car, Isobel’s phone went off. “It’s Liz.” She told her before answering. “Liz, do we have things to - I’m sorry, what? I really don’t understand your medical mumbo jumbo.”

“Put her on speaker.” Cam told her.

Isobel pushed a button, and Liz’s voice played tinnily over the phone speaker. “I’ve triple checked. The blood. The hair. It’s not contamination. There’s no sign of any mutation to the cells. The match is 100%.”

“100% what?” Cam asked her.

“...human.” Liz replied. “The cells are human.”

...End...?

#roswell new mexico #riproswell #rnm fic

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