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echoing-gravity · 1 year

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Double Legacy Sally Jackson Au

Okay. This has been my head Canon for like, years, imma try to explain the best I can.

So basically Sally is a 4th Generation legacy of the Norse God Loki (25%) and a 6th Generation Legacy of the Roman goddess Venus.

Making Percy not only 50% Greek sea demigod, but also:

20% Norse Trickster/lying/MISDIRECTION 5th gen

and 15% love/pretty as fuck Roman. 7th gen.

His Im/mortality blood split is more like 85/15.

Her parents (Percy's grandparents) died in that airplane crash when she was 5 because Sally's mom was a 3rd gen Loki and was unaware(cuz like apparently Norse demigods don't smell until AFTER they die) and Thor was all like, "heck no get the FUCK out of the sky" and Zappos hammered them to death.

(Percy has a Times 2 weakness to electric types. You think he's scared of ur lighting bolt? When he has to worry about a fucking lightning HAMMER? the answer is yes. To both. But like hammer>spear-bolt)

Sally found out about her heritage like maybe 2 months after her parents died(she inherited these cool norse pirate dagger/half-swords(I swear I can't remember what their called rn UGH), from HER great-grandparent. Percy's great-great grandparent ei: the Loki demigod. Loki gave them to her, and told her what's up.) and then she being the badass hardcore survivor she is, learned everything she ever could about Norse/roman(but also Greek) mythos by the time she's 12.

She meets Poseidon when she's 16.

Then Percy happens when she's 17 almost 18. And she learned from his father while she was carrying, that he would attract monsters.

Since she's related to Loki she has his whole "avoidance/dodge/misdirection can't be caught" thing. (As well as the shape shifting, but she can really only change her gender. But this is not relevant)

Sally, has been alone all her life, she is a SURVIVOR, so she buys an RV/tiny-home on wheels, and covers it absolutely completely buries it in a mix Norse and Egyptian magic-y misdirection runes to hide Percy's scent. She figures if she uses multiple mythos, it will be harder for Them to find her baby.

so there is no Gabe. Percy grows up even more of a mamas boy than canon.

She teaches Percy all about all the mythos, but like she does it in a very avoidance way that he knows NONE of their names like "the Greek sun god did this" or "the Roman sun god did that" and teaches him never to think their names "so they can't here you"

The changes in Percy's powers:

1: Since he's still Poseidon's kid but also now son of a legacy of the SHAPESHIFTER he can shapeshift, but only into a merperson, and only when he's wet. (Also he's genderfluid)

Sally teaches him to keep himself dry, he HATES it but understands that he needs to be sneaky, this first happens when he's like 7. And it doesn't happen during the full moon cuz like "the moon controls the tides" and what not. Yes, he is bioluminescent. Blueish/green aquamarine glowy mermaid fins!! His scales are either black or so dark indigo that they Look black.

2: Since he's a legacy of Venus, 7th gen notwithstanding cuz he has the 50% from the sea to make him stronger, he can do the charmspeaking, well... CharmSinging like a siren. When he was like 5 there was this really close call cuz when he sings one of two things happen. Either A: the default of "everyone in hearing range that isn't related to aphro/Venus is suddenly attracted to him, or b: people fall asleep. option a is the one that happened, he has to focus to get people to sleep. Sally is a smart cookie, she realized what was happening and decked the guy in the face before he could do anything to the baby 5 year old Percy. Sally then bans Percy from singing (at least around other ppl)

He HATES it. He loves to sing! but he understands enough to understand that sing around ppl is dangeours. This also happened when he was seven, but before the tail thing.

Sally, trying to hide Percy's heritage, and getting inspired from the Avatar the last airbender cartoon, trys to teach percy to only attack with "ice-bending" as to misdirect suspicions.

She tells him to "try and make the water stiff and cold"

He hates it. And how it feels "The sea doesn't like to be restricted" and what not, but like he trusts his mom, she's super cool and smart so he goes along with it, and OMG he gets cool water powers??? Like Katara?! From his favorite cartoon??? Best 10th birthday ever!

Ugh I can't remember if I'm forgetting anything, oh wait right. He can sense when people are trying to trick him. It's like a little itch I the back of his head. His mom can too, so they end up having these conversations where neither one is TECHNICALLY Lying, but like not telling the whole truth and shenanigans. Ei: "your father is lost at sea" does not ping his built in lie detector. So he's really REALLY Good at lying without lying. (Like what fae so in fairytales)

Because of this Percy thinks his dad is a mermaid. Percy is unaware that he is a demigod, he ony thinks his mom is a history-mythos nut. And that his mom is hiding him due to the myth of "if u cut out a mermaids eye and eat it you become immortal"

ugh thats all I can remember rn I'll edit it later.

Oh wait I just remembered since Percy's blood split is 85/15 he kinda can't really be referred to as a Half-blood. That is waaay more than half. Since like Frank blood split is 49/51 he can still be described as half. In other words,

IN THIS AU NICO IS ONE OF THE SEVEN.

and I also ship percico.

All of this is to say it leads to a dramatic scene outside of the doors of death where nico is like nico: "you have to go your one of the seven!"

And Percy is like

Percy: "nope I'm not 50/50 I'm 85/15 that's waaay more than half.....blood"

Nico: "but I can't leave u here"

it's more dramatic in my head and they are not dating by this point, But it's like mutual pining. Percy then kisses him and then pushes him into the elevator in his shock. Tells him to use his wish when he saves the world to use Persephone keyblade to get him and Bob out of Tartarus.

Then since this Percy is op and has seen alta, he blood bends all the rivers in the ground into spikey ice shards cutting the actual Tartarus(not his mortal plain body that Bob and friendly giant guy is fighting while Percy holds the button, but like the actual ground.) into 1000 pieces. And kills him. Like the sky primordial. He also killed poison lady. Btw. I'm so tired ugh what else. They are now stuck in Hell: frozen over.

Percy's logic for cutting up Tartarus with his own insides was as follows:

70% of the mortal human Body is made of Water.

70% of the earth is covered in a Body of Water.

The earth is Gaea, a primordial.

Mortal humans were based on gods.

And gods are descendants of primordials.

It takes a mortal and a god to kill a giant.

it took multiple titans (and a primordial to trick) to kill the sky primordial. His body was cut into 1000 pieces.

Ei: saltwater is Gaea's blood. And so are the rivers. I mean their called Bloodstreams for a reason.

A mortal a titan and a giant kill Tartarus.

Gaea was right about one thing Percy will admit.

If u want to to rid your garden of weeds, you have to rip out the roots.

#pjo #percy jackson #sally jackson #double legacy Sally Jackson Au #nico di angelo #i am sally jacksons son

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sugar-petals · 2 years

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Hi Caro! How are you? I hope you're good and in a place where it isn't very hot (my friend living in England had a very rough time). I'm just here wondering why my type is cute subby twinks, and why is close to impossible to find them in Argentina (I still remember the day I took one of those online test about the type of men you like and the answer was twinks and I was like WELL DAMN I FEEL ATTACKED). My name is Victoria, idk if I ever told you, but everyone calls me Vik or Vicky (usually the first one, I guess it's more gender neutral so it fits me better). Sorry that I'm ranting, I really enjoy talking to you.

more than glad to answer, vic! 💙 hm... a philosophy on twinks and why they're appealing. time for a little essay.

first off, i wish there was a bi and straight term as well, they're not 100% the same as e.g. pretty boys or femboys — those categories are even more particular to a certain femdom aesthetic. pretty boys are defined by face, femboys by clothes hair and body, twinks by both.

my suggestion for a word would be "prince". it's positive, people get the gist intuitively, and it's derived from the groundbreaking artist who invented this whole game to the fullest after greek culture laid the foundation, shoutout to apollo. before leo (90s) zac efron (00s) and taemin (10s) paved the way, there was prince in crop tops, heavy makeup, heels, and poses few guys dared.

so, a prince, they're usually the anti-jock/bear, right. more petite in frame, often fashionable like an it-boy (see lucky blue smith), frequently gnc, and found in a 20-30 age group with some exceptions. but i think that's why they are appealing to us, it's a generation thing. just like t. chalamet, lil nas x, and troye sivan hit it big among gen z by sheer exposure, or the eboy/softboy fad in hetero media, although that one wasn't really femdom in spirit and just another brand of manipulative nice guy syndrome.

princes don't come across as physically imposing, they're more tongue in cheek and seductive or cute, the link to your zelda. that caters to somebody with a taste for subs/bottoms who'd rather have them sat on their lap than getting choked out by them which is almost treated as a given, same with spanking or rough sex. so, that notion of twinks has opened the door to something less compulsive gladly.

a prince can come with an edge, twinks and brats may have some overlaps depending on the guy, but at the end of the day, they're subs, both hard and soft. jonghyun has set quite the tone for it artistically, major credit due. he's broken the mold to say that it's so boring and restrictive to be a dominant guy and there's more out there than what the societal landscape offers.

thank god taemin has carried that on and continues to inspire others.

in recent times, the word also becomes more and more open to guys who are tall / fit or conventional-looking. i see this in how european football is received on tumblr where calling your favorite club `#twink fc (affectionate)´ is a thing on here 😆 and it's true. you haven't seen more collective prince energy as in the german national team. the gorgeousness is real and the ladies who date them... lucky af.

(^kai havertz - plays for chelsea fc)

(^joshua kimmich / leroy sané - play for bavaria fc. they both have 2+ kids with their gfs lmao you don't have to be a DILF or daddy, twinkness cannot be concealed 🤘)

the whole idea is not to be conflated with power bottoms, see aquaria on drag race who looks like a twink but tops, by the way. which is why taemin generates so much traction, he plays with switching and walks the line but always winds up with a submitting conclusion. ten, or yoongi, they’re mysterious to people in that regard, too. or wonho, who follows a jock aesthetic but offers himself as a fantasy with an 'open mind' and a cute personality in the mix, neither gentle giant, himbo, nor a skinny short king, just doing his own thing.

a twink or prince is easy on the eye for anyone who likes androgyny and is usually in favor of being gnc themselves, or is bored/turned off/disappointed or even frightened by the mainstream. argentina hasn't had that scope of pop culture industry to inspire trends, and prevailing structures of machismo and chivalry prevent androgyny in dress and behavior, especially outside larger cities as is also the case where i live (southern germany where christianity rules — you can imagine, it's not berlin).

where binaries, monosexuality and hypermasculine/homophobic/biphobic conduct is exaggerated, you won't find a twink able to do their thing or getting attention. sure, gnc people are always there and the world is slowly catching up in some places, although it feels like we're going ten steps backwards as a backlash these days which is unacceptable. that's why k-pop is such a refreshing element in the way that male performers present concepts and a female pov is embraced. nobody deems it punishable or strange if you walk up like this, in fact it's celebrated.

it also bursts the bubble of twink/prince = white and goes even further than just one specific aesthetic. it changes constantly and incorporates actual elements of kink culture rather than leaving men's submission unspoken as an ultimate taboo. it may be commercial, but it is also literal and encourages nonconforming styles and body types as the rise of shinee, skz, or nct exemplifies. the next generation prince/twink trailblazer is sure to be found there, my bet is on taeyong or felix, they're really owning the princeliness.

#and to answer the first question yes it's piping hot here nobody has an ac #but i try to stay chill in the shade and drink iced water au masse #kpop #jonghyun #jimin #taemin #felix #taeyong #skz #nct #prince #wonho #yoongi #ten

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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Ceasar - Prince Harming

Inspired by a scene from Sakamoto Desu Ga. I affectionate that show so much.

Enjoy~

"KYAAAAHHH~ IT'S CEAASAAAAR~!"

"WAAAH LOOK AT HIM!"

"CEASAR~!"

"OH MY GOD~ HE'S SO HANDSOME!"

"I LOVE YOU CEASAR~!"

Squeals and shrieks of joy and adoration echoed all throughout the school courtyard as all the girls in the class made space for one specific school heartthrob with blonde hair.

New laws and a wave of progress have washed all over Europe the past few years. Schools were starting to mix girls and boys together for the sake of equality of genders and chances at life. Your school, which was once an all-girls school, had just started hosting boys in.

There were only a handful of them so far, but despite the strict school rules of treating the new boys normally with all due respect and prevent inapropriate behaviors, the girls didn't seem to be able to resist at least one boy's strong charms.

Ceasar Zeppeli. A strong, angel-faced charming young man. His looks could only match his princely persona. Ever the gentleman, yet terrifying if messed up with, his hair of gold, emerald green eyes and ivory skin made him look like some character out of a romance story, or some ancient worshipped greek God.

Needless to say, he was admired all around the school and turned every head that passed by him. Respected by boys and thirsted over by girls.

You were currently in P.E. class, practicing Softball, staying in the sidelines in the far back and waiting for your turn which wouldn't come up in a good minute.

You didn't really get along with anyone in particular in school just yet. The year had started for only a month or so and you knew it would be a matter of time until you got attached to anyone in particular and made a friend, or a group of friends.

Everyone in class seemed nice enough, and you felt neutral about the newly-come males. Ceasar hadn't been any creepy towards you despite his flirty tendencies and even respected your boundaries, which you appreciated. In fact he had been pretty nice to you so far.

"GO CEASARINO~!"

"WE LOVE YOU~ YOU CAN DO THIS!"

You chuckled and shook your head as you were kneeling down to tie your shoelaces. "All those happy cheers... It's most definitely Ceasar's turn."

The praised blonde flirtily looked back at his audience and beamed a dashing smile, radiant like the sun itself.

"Step back ladies. I'm going to throw the ball now, I would hate for any of you beauties to get hurt." He spoke with his voice of velvet and the girls immediately squealed even louder, one even fainting from his pure majesty.

They all obeyed and cheered for him as he prepared to throw the ball with all his might, hoping to score as high as possible.

Alas, the very moment he threw the softball, sending it as far as his biceps permitted, his aim missed just slightly to the left, where you had just finished tying your shoelaces and got up to wipe dust off your sports uniform.

You could hear the voices switching from cheers to screams of horror. But before you could even comprehend what that was all about, you straightened up to look up at the scene, only to be met with the terrifying sight of darkness hitting you so violently and at such speed you were thrown off balance, your mind turning blank and your senses shuffled by the impact.

"Y/N!!!"

"OH MY GOD!"

White pain washed all over your face and your eyes rolled at the back of your head, the screams of your classmates muted by the dull ringing in your ears. Before long you felt yourself hitting the sandy ground below with a thud, your consciousness finally fading.

'...Warm.'

All you could feel was warmth against your cheek. It smelled nice and comforting, like men's perfume, yet mixed with something metallic.

You groaned softly as you got more and more aware of your surroundings and the throbbing pain in your nose. You slowly opened your eyes, the blinding sunrays blocked by the worried face of the handsome culprit of your demise.

"Ugh... Ngh... Cea... Ceasar...?" You weakly called, realising fully that he was holding you up dearly against his chest, his strong arms protectively secured around your form.

He looked down at you, his green eyes riddled with guilt. "A-are you okay Y/N? I'm so sorry! I have no excuse! This is terrible, you... you're bleeding!"

The princely playboy yelled curses upon himself and, although you realised your position and how you had never been this intimately close to a boy before, let alone the most popular and desired one in school, your attention was instantly brought to your runny nose.

You wiped a hand on the warm liquid to find out he was right. The phantom pain in your nose was accompanied by an intense bleeding.

"It's okay Ceasar, it's nothing!" You sheepishly reassured, already flustered with the situation and the attention you were getting.

"I-it's not good... The bleeding isn't stopping!" He clicked his tongue, his concern for you both sweet and exaggerated. "I have to do something!"

"It's fine, I promi-!"

Your jaw dropped mid-sentence when he suddenly reached over and grabbed a chunk of his shirt with his teeth, reaping the fabric off of his body like it was nothing but paper. Just who was this guy?

The girls behind him witnessing the whole scene could only scream with happiness as the object of their affection showed off his immense strength but also his amazingly built, and now bare, chest.

Your eyes widened and you gasped in shock, your face red with embarassment as this boy was seemingly stripping shamelessly for you.

"C-C-Ceasar!! What are you doing?! You don't have to- Uuuu-mnh!"

Just as you tried to protest and move away from him, your sudden movement triggered a sharp wave of pain and dizziness right to your head and you could only squeeze your eye shut tightly and hold your poor head, trying to suffer your haze through.

"Don't move Y/N!" Ceasar ordered, holding you tighter against him as he gently brought the piece of fabric from his shirt to your nose. "You've lost a lot of blood, I can't have you get an anemia head rush and faint on me!"

You were overwhelmed by the ordeal and could only listen to him as you held the fabric to your nostrils, bearing with the light-headedness that wouldn't leave you and scared that you would pass out again if you looked around too quick.

"I just sent the class rep to call the school nurse." Your P.E. teacher approached you two as he noted the incident down for report. "She'll be waiting for you, please go to her office right now."

Ceasar nodded with determination. "Thank you sir. I'll take her right away."

As you sniffled you almost choked on your own blood when you felt Ceasar's hands move under you to lift you off the ground bridal style as he got up himself. You gasped and desperately grabbed onto him for support, not knowing he was more than confident in his own strength to lift you up.

"Cea-" You meekly squeaked in surprise.

"KYAAAAAHH Y/N SO LUCKYYYY~"

"I WISH THAT WERE ME~"

"CEASAR LOOKS LIKE A PRINCE DIO MIO~"

"DO ME NEXT PLEASE!!"

Incessant squeals of fangirls almost made you forget about your painful bloody nose and, helpless, you let Ceasar carefully take you to the nurse's office.

When you two were away from earshot and by extension, from the school courtyard, you finally mustered enough courage to speak through the awkward silence.

"I-..." He curiously glanced down at you. "Thank you, Ceasar... And I'm sorry..."

He seemed taken aback. "...Sorry? What for? I'm the one responsible for this. I caused you harm, this is below the least I can do for you. You have nothing to apologize for."

He looked so pained and guilty, like he had hurt himself more than he had hurt you.

It did hurt and the sudden blood pressure drop was clearly not a funny experience, but accidents happen. And he was handling the situation with such care you couldn't say you were mad at him at all.

"I'm so sorry Y/N... I'll make it up to you, I promise. I won't forget this. I'll do anything to redempt myself..."

"You speak like some kind of mafioso who lost his honour or something." You chuckled sweetly and removed the fabric from your nose to get a better look of his eyes. "It's okay, don't beat yourself up. Look, I'm troubling you the most. You're carrying me, and you tore your shirt for me and you're worrying over me..."

You quietly listed all the reasons to make him feel less heavy on the scale of sin he had put his own self upon. You were so kind to him, so forgiving. He knew you were a simple and quiet person but he never got to have a personal moment to figure you out better.

It was only then that Ceasar realised as he listened to your cute little rambling, how small you looked in his arms and how adorably goofy you were with your red nose. And how his idiotic self never noticed someone so precious in his own class.

He stopped in his tracks in the middle of the school corridors and stared down at you, his expression much more serious yet still incredibly gentle on you.

Confused about his unexpected halt, you spoke up. "Uh, Ceasa-"

"Keep toying with my heart like that and you'll have to take responsibility for what I'll do to you." He huskily whispered, his face only inches away from yours.

You didn't know if he meant to threaten you, but you could only nod shyly in understanding, eyes wide and stunned out of your mind, your blood rushing back to your already bloody face and your heart pounding in your ears.

You couldn't comprehend what had pushed him to say that so suddenly, all you knew was that he was dead serious and that you may lose something precious the next time you mess with him.

"There you are you two! Come on in, quick. You have a lot of explaining to do." The school nurse called from the doorway to her office only a few feet away, beckoning you both to enter.

Ceasar brought you in, insisting on helping the nurse to tend to your injury and keep watch over you.

You were never worried about finding a close mate for the school year after that.

The mixed-sex school dates are highly innacurate of actual History by the way.

#writing #reader insert #x reader #jojo #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #battle tendency #part 2 #jojo part 2 #ceasar #ceasar zeppeli #ceasar x reader #ceasar zeppeli x reader

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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wetter | reader x minho

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x lee minho

Genre: smut, angst, pwp

Tags: harddom!minho, sub!reader, fuckboi!minho, fratboy!minho, waitstaff!reader, hookup au, degredation, penetration (r), oral and facefucking (m receiving), several mentions of gagging bc of deepthroating, fingering (r), semi-public sex (bathroom), quickie, cumshot (face), several allusions to infidelity

Word count: 2.5k

Requested: “hard dom!minho... with degradation...pls...” & “my thoughts are filled with hard dom!minho with degredation 🤤” (original ask)

There’s something intoxicating about hooking up with a person when the only thing that you know about them is the heat from their lips.

Some would argue that this makes them less of a “person” but more of a fantasy. If you had know their name, it would’ve made other strings twist in the mix. If you had known their name, maybe you would have been inclined to look them up maybe, or even worse, fall asleep with their name running over and over in your mind.

It was best when they tasted like sin and like the daydreams that you had never uttered.

He wasn’t like the other men that you would lead into the spotless bathroom of the country club which practically shone from the hard work of janitors who were paid less than the meals served at the god-forsaken place. As a part of the wait staff, your pay was dismal, but at least you could get a good fuck out of it once and a while.

Then men that would frequent the country club and golf course were always the kind that had starving hands and dicks that would twitch under their belts from the slightest brush of your hand. They were the kind of men who had wives, mistresses, and even handsome young men who could be at their beck and call. You liked to think that you were unlike those who they secretly craved. If anything, you were their daydreams.

This man seemed to be no different--at least in looks.

He sat with his legs spread where he socialized with his young friends on the veranda. The small group ate their salmon on bagels and caviar along with expensive cocktails that you barely knew the names of. A couple of them already had girls on their laps, and they fed them cherries which stained their plush (and likely fake) lips.

This man sat alone with his cardigan and perfectly pressed pants and loafers that appeared to have never been worn before. He had barely touched his food, but rather seemed to satiate his appetite from the teasing and dumb laughter of his friends. Judging off of his chunky and extravagant watch, there must’ve been no way that he had paid for the thing himself. Daddy or Mommy’s money made him appear as if he was some heir or prince. He even smelled like one too.

The male patrons would often follow the way that your hips moved when you walked to and from their table, or how your hands would rest on the crystal glass tables as you took their orders. You knew they must have been imagining what your fingers would’ve looked around their cocks.

He even gave you the same look.

You had guessed that he must’ve been college age or some kind of graduate. His friends wore Greek letters, so you assumed that he must have been one of the “brothers.” A long time ago, someone had told you to be especially careful of his breed of boy.

“Care to accompany me away from this crowd?” He had whispered into your ear, tickling it, when you had reached across to grab the plates.

The other boys had decided to go to the pool or the gym--not that it mattered--and his hand crept behind your waist as soon as he had excused himself from the rest of the group.

“I’ve got to call my mom real quick. If she wasn’t such a nag all the time...”

He held your hand as if he had known you, but it was likely not to rouse suspicion.

“Nice to meet you.” He sneers, looking back and passing the crowds of women in their feathered hats and other golfers in their finest designer polos and slacks.

You nod, noting that his hand feels strong and domineering in your own, and you can’t even begin to wonder where he might be taking you. If you were lucky, they would take you to their rooms and lay you down on the California King Sized Mattress, then you wouldn’t have to bend uncomfortably. However, this wouldn’t always be the case. Most of them favored coat closets, bathrooms and powder rooms.

You kept your head down as he pulled you further down hallways, praying that none of your coworkers would take notice. Some of them already had, however it wasn’t like any of them cared...not when they would often indulge in the same vice. Unhappy marriages were where most of you found some brief moments of happiness.

The young man snickered finding his hiding place and promptly lead you along with him into the towel closet which had been unlocked by the pool boys. The door was painted white and louvered with slits for airflow. It was then when you knew this would have to be one of the times when you would have to bite your tongue back.

He closed the door as quietly as he could, then turned to shove you back against it, and smear his heavy breaths over your mouth where he slicked his tongue against yours immediately. As he did so, his heated fingertips set to shrugging off your apron and hastily throwing it aside. You returned by sinking your fingers under his leather belt and jingling the metal around. If he was to see you bare, you wanted to see him too--something told you that he had something to show under his designer cardigan and this cotton shirt which must’ve cost a similar fortune.

His abs were toned as you had expected, and they rippled under your fingertips. The young man popped the button to your pants, and you reciprocated doing the same. Just like the others, it barely took anything for him to get hard. His length swelled against your stomach and he grinded it into you too just so you could feel his eagerness.

“You were practically asking to get fucked? Weren’t you? You whore.”

The young man smiled out his poisonous words, but they felt as luxurious as they usually did when you had heard them grace your ears. He kissed you once again with a mixture of teeth and tongue that ran your lips raw while you pulled down his pants to his ankles and tugged at the elastic to his briefs.

“Fuck, you really do want it that bad don’t you baby?”

His hands palmed at your own quivering sex which had slicked with your own arousal from his greedy advances. His hand pushed at the confines of our underwear and pants where he started to rub incessantly, then ate up your shuddering moans which floated from your lips to his.

All at once, he removed his hand and left your knees to buckle from the sudden lack of contact. With a deathly glare, he brought his fingers to your gasping mouth.

“Wetter.” He demanded before dipping them onto your tongue. You lathered them with your salvia where he twisted them around your muscle with the taste of bitter sweat and your own cum.

Once he saw fit, he drew his soaked fingers back down to your waistband and resumed teasing at your sensitive skin.

“You’d like to taste my cock wouldn’t you? Are you hungry enough for it, kitten?”

You nodded, trying to hide your whimpering from his touch.

“Get on your fucking knees then.”

He nearly shoved your shoulders to the ground, but you didn’t need him to prompt you. You pulled down his briefs on your way down his body, springing free his hardened member that was wrapped in thick veins. You firstly jerked at his hooded shaft beading with his cum, and you kissed at his tip roughly too for good measure.

“Did I say to tease me? Take me in your throat, you slut.” He slapped at your cheek, then aligned his dick with your lips. “What? Scared that it’s too much for you?”

“No.” You answered while testing him from below. “I can take it.”

“Show me.”

You did so--even though his considerable length burned and stretched out your throat at first. You knew that sometimes they liked it when they saw you cry, so you let the tears well at their own will. You hummed against his dick while he pushed at your gag reflex. With your right hand, you took his shaft back to twist at it while your head bobbed. Your steady pace kept your gags at bay, but every so often he would jerk his hips a little with a grunt, and you would nearly loose your composure.

“Is that as deep as you can take it? Fuck...here I was thinking that you would feel different...”

The young man laced both of his hands to the sides of your face: the exact place to give a cue into his intentions.

“Let me know if you need me to stop.” He growled.

He fucked your face deeper and deeper, gradually working up to a pace that felt comfortable while you puffed up your cheeks. Gag after gag he teased, and the strings of your drool slicked and bubbled on his cock while dripping down your neck too.

“Your pretty, tight, little throat feels so fucking good on my cock. Is that how you like it you cockslut?”

Hot tears dripped down your cheeks while you nodded the best you could in response, and your feet startled to tingle where they had fallen asleep where you knelt.

“Oh fuck yes.”

All that you could do to steady yourself was claw at his lower back, then moan helplessly against his length which stretched you out so well, it was impossible that it had felt this good before.

The young man pulled out after leaving your lips raw, pausing to pant like a wild animal while still firmly holding your head. You gasped, open mouthed, and sucked in air greedily while your spit strung from your lips to his cock.

“Stand up.” He commanded, and pulled you to your shaking feet. “Ready to get fucked sweetheart?”

“Y-yes.” You said, lightheaded, wiping the drool from your mouth onto your uniform sleeve.

The young man smirked out before turning you face first into the door. “Good. Don’t make a fucking sound doll. That is, unless you want to get caught? To have someone see you fucked out like this?”

“N-no...”

“Lets feel then how tight this hole of yours is.”

He let out a devilish sounding chuckle while bringing his hips to yours and coaxing his cock into your leaking entrance. He was just as thick in your hole as he had felt in your throat, and you squeaked out feeling the challenge. With your face pressed against the wooden door with ventilation slits, you could see the feet of those walking past, barely even knowing what had been occurring on the other side. Light from the hallway peeped in and striped over your whole body which the man ravished.

“Spread your legs farther...that’s it...just like that.”

The stranger thrust slowly at first, like he could just barely give you a taste of his full length; like you barely deserved it too.

“Fells good, doesn’t it? Such an obedient little fucktoy for me, aren’t you? I bet you were dreaming of this happening weren’t you? ...Looking at me the way that you were...”

“P-please...” You begged for him to quicken, but that wasn’t even your place.

“Do you fuck everyone like how you fuck me? I should have guessed that you would put out for anyone with those coy glances. I’m no idiot.”

“H-harder...fuck me harder...”

“Harder?” The rich young man scoffed, “I get to decide when I go harder.”

The man rolled his hips, and the patting of skin filled the darkened room. He gasped out while finding his rhythm, then reached around his fingers to tease at your lips once more.

“Wetter.” He chanted.

You did as you were told, he and rewarded you with the harsher grinding of his hips. Once his digits were properly wetted again, he brought them back to your throbbing sex, and rubbed at it with the same ferocity that he snapped.

“Cum all over my fingers you whore, cum like you fucking want it.”

His words were dizzying, and you gently rocked yourself over his hand and focused everything you could to drawing out your orgasm which was nearly there.

“That's right. Fuck my fingers kitten.”

The stranger too began to shake and you could sense that he had started to let go as well. The door rattled where he had you pressed against it, but he didn’t appear to care in the slightest.

“Oh god,” You peeped as quietly as you could, and felt your orgasm begging wildly.

He stopped for a couple moments to tap lightly into your arousal nearly on the edge, then laughed wickedly at the way that your whole body shook in response. All the while, his hips maintained their quick drags.

“Cum for me.” He demanded once more, and you obliged, finally erupting over his fingers with the cream of your cum lathers over your thighs and wrapping around his digits.

The words came out airy and broken, “S-shit....s-shit...”

He had become unchained, then turned his whole attention to the way that his fingers dug into your hips and how he could graze you so deep inside, it was like nothing you had known of before. He then grabbed at your ass with the bite of his fingernails while he pumped with hitched breaths.

“Back to your knees.” The command was sudden, but soon you found your shaking legs right back on the ground.

The stranger jerked himself fervently with eyes screwed shut and his own soft moans trailing from his pink lips and wetted tongue.

“Look at me.” He whispered. With one more flick of his wrist, he sent himself spewing his white and warm cum all over your face; ruining every feature. You closed your eyes to protect them but permitted your tongue to him freely where he jerked out the last of his milkly liquid directly onto your taste buds. His cum had painted your cheeks, and dripped from your jaw. At last you swallowed down the most you could with the bitter aftertaste that you had loved so much.

“Well, that’s certainly a sight.” The man reveled at his work.

You gasped out for him and grabbed a nearby towel to wipe the rest away, although he appeared somewhat disappointed by this. He too took a towel to wipe off his length and sweating forehead. After, he was silent picking up his clothes, and jingling his belt once more back over his waist. It often ended like this: the few words spoken in the moments before they left.

“Thanks for that babe.” He grinned. “Name’s Lee Minho. ‘Hope I’ll be seeing you around again.”

~🌹~

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gh0stfacesho3 · 3 years

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Transfer of Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Gender Non-Specific Reader

Word Count: +3.5k

Warning: Fluff, mild angst. Professor x Student (College Au, all characters are +18), language, mention of abuse, mention of alcohol.

Summary: As a Professor in the states, you were used to transfer students. You weren’t exactly ready for this new transfer student who is the son of the owner of Mike Sneakers (we don’t do free sponsors here )

You were especially used to transfer students because you had a doctorate in linguistics. Being this, you knew a plethora of languages, from English, Spanish, French, Mandarin, Korean, Japanese, Greek, Latin, and a few native languages. You were always fascinated by languages and how people came up with these mixes of characters and words to make beautiful phrases. Since you were a kid you started to learn other languages. You had a French neighbor in your old hometown which is where you picked it up at age 7. Then, when you were 10, your family took a trip to Mexico which is when you became interested by Spanish. You fully understood the language by age 11 due to your prior knowledge of French. Then this process just continued where you would just learn languages mainly for fun. This lead to you being a linguistics professor who also taught second languages and would take in quite a few transfer kids. This lead to the journey of Jeon Jungkook and it was definitely a wild one.

You walked into your office at about 9:00 and placed your laptop onto the desk. You straighten up your outfit before settling in and getting to work. As you looked through your emails, you noticed an email that was about another transfer student. You kind of glanced over it, but didn’t pay too much mind to it, assuming it was just another kid from out of country. As 10:00 started to roll around, your students walked in. Some smiled, others chugged some unhealthy energy drink, some even chatted with you before finding their seats. As everyone found their seats, you looked out to see a new student.

“You, new kid, come up front and do that cringe introduction.” You chuckle, emitting a chuckle from a few kids. He tilts his head in confusion, probably because he doesn’t speak English. Due to your gesture though, he assumes you want him to introduce himself.

“You don’t already know who I am?” He whispered loud enough for you to hear in his first language.

“Actually, no, I don’t.” You responded quickly as you clasped your hands before beckoning him to the front again. He was a little shocked that you spoke Korean so well, being he had no prior information on you. You were used to kids who thought they were all that but something about this kid who was ‘dressed to impress’ rubbed you the wrong way. He walks down to the front and rolls his eyes at you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook...23. Korean” He said in English the best he could. You smiled and introduced yourself.

“I’m Professor Y/L/N, find your seat now.” You responded before turning to the large chalk board and continuing your lesson. After the two hour lecture, you dismissed class. Jungkook was asleep in the back, which made you walk up to him and nudge him.

“Its lunch time, go eat.” You say as he wakes up. He shrugged off your hand before collecting his things.

“Filthy commoner.” He mumbled as he shoved past you. You would’ve been insulted if it were true, but it wasn’t. You collect your things and head out to your favorite cafe. Being it was a Tuesday, that class was the only one you had for the day so you treated yourself to some coffee. You notice a bit of commotion outside, but you try to ignore it and sneak inside.

“Y/N Y/L/N!! IS IT TRUE YOU’RE TEACHING JEON JUNGKOOK?!”

“Y/N?!?!”

“DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT JUNGKOOK?”

You were confused by all the bombarding questions so you ran into the café and shut the door along with someone else. You turned to see the brat himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“What mess have you fuckin brought me into?” You huffed as your back pressed against the door.

“I didn’t do anything! I just went for a walk and got lost!” He huffed back at you.

“Why are you so popular?” You asked as you held your hand on your forehead.

“Ugh, you’re a horrible teacher if you can’t read a simple email. I’m the son of the owner of Mike tennis shoe company.” He responded. You rolled your eyes as stood up and walked in line, happy to see police shows up to wrangle up paparazzi.

“What? Don’t care about my father’s company?” He mumbled. You go to order your drink and the barista looks confused. You realized you just ordered in Korean. You apologized before trying again. After you pay, Jungkook walks up and tried to get a drink.

“C-coffee?” He basically asked, leaving the barista to ask a series of question. Jungkook looks over to you for help, making you chuckle.

“Why should I help? You called me a shitty teacher.” You faked being offended which made Jungkook embarrassed.

“I’ll pay for you.” He said, making you more than willing to help him. Being you already bought your drink, he just handed you a 20 like it was nothing.

“That's way to much money Jungkook.” You said as you grabbed your coffee and went to hand him the money back.

“It’s nothing to me and my father always says to help the less fortunate.” He said before drinking his coffee, which intern made you laugh.

“You’re a brat but you’re a cool kid.” You say as you sit down and he follows. You quirk an eyebrow at him and he does the same back.

“Who said you could sit with me?” Making him tilt his head.

“Who said you got here first?” Jungkook barked back at you. You held your hands up in defense.

“You’re going to have to get used to me being I will probably be your living translator...also whos your host family?” You waited for his response as you took a sip of your coffee.

“I-...I’m not sure.”

“You didn’t check your email?” You teased like he did you which seemed to piss him off.

“I can’t fuckin read English!” Which made you shocked. How could a school send this kid an email in a language he doesn’t know. You hold your hand out for his phone which he reluctantly gives to you. You mumble out the email before getting to the important part.

“Your father has entrusted Professor Y/N with your care being they have the most experience with transfer students.” You were used to hosting kids but you thought someone of such class would be with, well you didn’t know, maybe someone the kid knew?

“With you?” He almost sounded disgusted. You were actually upset that you didn’t read that email but you had a rough weekend.

You sighed, “Look kid-”

“I’m not a kid!” He fussed. He was right. He said he was 23 and so were you. (Seems young for being a professor right, you’re just pretty smart and graduated early)

“Okay, sorry. But look, you either live with me for the what, 3 months you’re gonna be here? Or ask your daddy for money to live in a hotel for 3 months.” You teased, making him sigh.

“I’m not talking to him...that's why he sent me here.” Jungkook looked down at his now empty iced coffee.

You stood up and patted his shoulder. “Then suck it up buttercup. Lets go get your shit and move you in.”

“Want me to call an Uver?” The boy asked. (again, no free sponsors in this house).

“Nope. My car isn’t too far from here.” You smiled as you walked closer to the college campus. You turned before getting to campus and walked up to the car park.

He pointed to an abandoned car that has been there for years, “Is that yours?” he teased.

You smiled as you pulled out your key fob, clicking the unlock button to see a black lambo unlock. Jungkook stopped in his tracks and stared in awe.

“Come on pretty boy, not scared are you?” You smiled as you hopped in. He scurried into the car with a wide smile.

“Here I was thinking you were some poor teacher.”

“I’m a professor first of all, second” you start the engine with a loud purr, “I have my perks.” You smirked.

Its been about a month since Jungkook has been moved in. One day y’all were sitting at the table, awkwardly eating dinner like you guys did every night when he got a phone call. You have never seen him smile since the first time he got in the car and besides that, he’s been a pain in your ass more than anything. Good thing is, he’s actually learned quite a bit of English and can order his food in public.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him fussing.

“No Dad! Please you can’t make me stay here! I am studying and doing my work! This isn’t fair!” He argued, pacing back in forth before heading to his room which was a guest room. “YOU CAN’T JUST KEEP ME IN AMERICA BECAUSE YOU DON’T WANT TO TAKE CARE OF ME. MY PROFESSOR ISN’T MY BABY SITTER, THEY HAVE THEIR OWN LIFE WHICH IS BETTER WITHOUT ME!....you were only right about one thing dad... I’m a bother to everyone around me.” Jungkook finished before in went quiet. You didn’t know what to say. He knew he was being difficult because he wanted to be. He wants you to be upset and kick him out so he can go home. He wants to be out of you hair. You walked to his room and knocked, and saw something you never saw you see. Tears.

“W-what?!” He sniffled as he turned around and rubbed his eyes. You just walked up to him and turned him around, pulling him into a hug. He was reluctant at first before he finally gave in.

“You’re a brat yes, but you’re not a bother. And if you’d stop distancing yourself, we might be able to make this extended time more enjoyable.” Was the only thing you could say.

“I’m sorry I’m so mean to you...I just thought if maybe,”

“Maybe if I got annoyed enough I’d kick you out so you could go home?” He nodded to your question.

“Welp, I’m a tough cookie to crack.” You smiled as you pulled away.

“God we are the same age but you talk like a 80 year old.” He laughed as he wiped his face again.

The two of you then go and talk about him and his life back at home. He explains how his grades are slipping and that is why he is forced to stay here longer. How he doesn’t like going to college because it’s not what he wants to do in life. Jungkook explained that he wanted to be a singer and even showed you a few songs he has covered and composed. They were really good in actuality. You agreed with him if he can get English down pat and pick his grades up, you’d help him peruse his career.

It’s now been 3 months and Jungkook is basically speaking fluent English. He is also passing all your classes and is starting to open up to you a lot more. It was Spring break so you decided to go out with a few friends to get a drink. You invited Jungkook but he said he wanted to finish a paper he got an extension on so you just went out on your own. You and all your friends were dancing in the club and downing drinks like fish. You may have gotten a little too drunk being it was your first night out by yourself. Jungkook recently started to get more friends so you had some free time, but you haven’t gone out since he got here which is why you let yourself get as drunk as you did. It was towards the end of the night and the bouncer would not let you out with your keys due to how drunk you were.

“Move you b-big bo-ouf...” You stumbled as you tried to squeeze past him. He grabbed your arm and pushed you back. You huffed before pulling out your phone and smashing keys in and calling whoever popped up.

“Professor? Are you okay?” Jungkook asked, concerned as to why you called him after not responding to his text asking when you’d be home.

“I-im dr-drunk and this fuckin cunt won’t let me out.” You whined as you still tried to squeeze past him. “Don’t-...Don’t fuckin touch me.”

“Look, I’ll get an Uver and come pick you up.” Jungkook said as he got his things and hung up on you.

You looked at your silent phone with an angry expression,”...bitch”

Jungkook came walking in and saw you sitting on the floor poking the bouncers leg.

“Can you get this parasite off of me?” The large man asked looking down at me.

Jungkook stoops down and helps you up. You stumble toward him before you turned to look at the bouncer and stick your tongue out. You also flipped him off before Jungkook grabbed your hand and brought you to the Uver. You sat by the window and he did the same. You two finally got to your house and he helped bring you up. You tore your arm away from him as you stumbled up the stairs.

“I’m not a fuckin baby.” You grumbled as you immediately fell on the stairs. The male huffed as he helped you up.

“Get OFF of ME Jackson!” You pushed him away as tears filled your eyes. “I’m not your fuckin victim anymore!”

“Y/n?” Jungkook put his hands up and came to you slowly, “Its just me...Jungkook.” You finally started to calm down as you slowly tried to climb the stairs to your home. Jungkook helped you up and brought you to the couch. Jungkook grabbed a wet cloth and wiped the palms of your hand that were scrapped up. He then wiped your eyes and petted your head.

After Jungkook helped you that night, there was this awkward air again. He felt like walking on eggshells around you. Who was Jackson and why did you say you weren’t his victim. Jungkook asked his classmates around campus and even a few teachers as best he could. He finally found a teacher who was willing to give him a small amount of information.

“Now, I’m not going to say a lot because it isn’t my story to tell, but Jackson is Y/n’s ex....and let’s say he won’t be getting boyfriend of the year award.” Dr. Nick explained. Jungkook had enough information to make a firm decision. He was going to show you what a man should treat others like. He wasn’t your boyfriend or even considered you that much of a friend, but he felt guilty for living with you almost rent free (even though the school payed for his stay).

Jungkook went to the store after he was done with classes and picked up a lot of food to make you dinner as payment for all the times you made him dinner. He bought you your favorite candy, or so he assumed because he’d always find the wrappers in the trash. He even bought you a gift card to the coffee shop you love and headed home. Being it was a Friday, he knew you would be home a little later. The more Jungkook thought about it, the more he realized he knew a lot more about you than he thought. Jungkook started to think about all the little things you did for him. How certain foods would pop up more after he mentioned them. How you would cook different meals just for his liking and make sure he had a decent environment to study in. How you would stay up late and call of work a few times just to help him study. Jungkook smiled as he started to mentally prepare himself for cooking. He also hoped he wouldn’t burn your house down because he had very little cooking experience.

Jungkook starts cooking a dish he often enjoyed back at home: Spicy Ramen with rice cakes and kimbap. The button down shirt he wore to school was now slightly disheveled and stained. He rolled his sleeve up as he looked at the time-- 5 more minutes. Or so he thought when he heard your keys jingle at the door. He mildly panicked before setting up the food at the table and cleaning up quickly. He ran to the door as you finally started to open it and he stopped you.

“Huh?” You asked looking at his slightly sweaty face. “Jungkook if you’re having sex-”

“AH No no no!! But I have to ask for you to stand out here for 5 more minutes...trust me.” You don’t know why but you did trust him, and so you stood there for 5 whole minutes. You thought about all the possibilities you could walk into: A girl or a guy running out half naked, your house destroyed, drugs...etc. Jungkook came back looking a lot more put together and opened the door. You were hit with a mix of smells and were shocked.

“J-jungkook, did you ? You didn’t- no you can’t cook can you?” You asked as you walked in and admired the kitchen.

“I noticed you’ve been working more and I felt bad for staying here, even longer than expected... So I wanted to show you that I can be a proper man and treat another human being with respect.”

“I don’t care the reason as long as it taste good...and it looks amazing Jeon.” You quickly wash your hands and sit down ready to eat. Jungkook sat closer to you which you didn’t think much about being the ramen was in a big shared pot. You start digging in but you try to avoid the kimbap. You didn’t know if it had seafood and you didn’t want to take a chance. Jungkook picked up a piece and brought it up to your mouth.

“Made without seafood.” He smiled before you opened your mouth and took a bite. You smiled as you continued to eat. Jungkook ate as well before making the perfect bite. You even noticed it and tried to follow what he did, but before you could, he offered it to you. You were about to take in the food before you paused.

“Where is all this coming from?” You asked before taking the bite You smiled and almost forgot you asked a question until he cleared his throat.

“Well, like I said I felt bad for staying here and being a brat...I also wanted to give you a taste of my culture since you’ve welcomed me into yours.” He explained with a small blush and a smile.

“Yeah I get that, but what's with that stuff?” You asked pointing to the flower bouquet lined with your favorite candies and snacks.

“Oh...well the same reason.” He smiled. You were suspicious but you decided to finish eating. You heart was really warmed but he wasn’t that much of a brat. Yeah it was inconvenient on occasion, but he’s helped you a lot. He helps with chores and keeps his area clean, he is good company since you’re always alone, and well...he’s a pretty boy to keep around. Not to mention he saved you from that club when you were piss ass drunk. The two of y’all were cleaning up and things were going good...until Jungkook said the forbidden name.

“Y/n...who is Jackson?” You almost drop the plate you were cleaning.

“I fuckin knew you were up to something...Did you go through my room?! My fucking personal life?!” You started to fuss but by the look on his face, he didn’t.

“When you were drunk, you called me Jackson and said ‘I’m not your victim anymore’...” He paused, looking down before looking back at you, “he hurt you didn’t he?”

You stared at the wall, looking for the right words to say. “Yeah...he did. And I’m sorry I did that that night...but I’m not a baby. I don’t need your sympathy or your fuckin pandering.” You huffed as you started to leave the kitchen but he grabbed your wrist.

“I’m not doing this to make up for him,...Nothing I can do can heal those scars. But I’m doing it to make up for me and my actions. And its my way of showing-....” Jungkook trailed off.

“Showing what?” You said looking down at his hand holding your wrist.

“It’s how I show affection to people I care about.” Jungkook said the words without really thinking. You were taken aback and pulled away from him.

“Jungkook...I-” You started before he cut you off.

“I know what you’re going to say. I’m not the first kid to say this am I? And you tell them all the same thing. ‘We can’t be together because I risk losing my job’ and all that...I know.” He said looking down at his feet. You were shocked he even had feelings for you. He was completely wrong because since Jackson, you kept these walls up and didn’t let anyone like you. You normally noticed when people would catch feelings and immediately turn them away...but this was different. You hadn’t realized he liked you because you were to busy pushing yourself away from him. You noticed you liked his presence more which is why you stayed later at work, to push yourself away.

“Jungkook, that’s not it. I actually really care about you too. But there is the case with work that I don’t know if I can get passed...but I do appreciate this. And I appreciate you so much, but after Jackson...” You trailed off.

“You don’t know if you’re ready and I understand that...but out of all the people I’ve met, your the one person I wouldn’t mind waiting for.” Jungkook admitted. He didn’t realize how strong he felt about you until he was in this moment. You also didn’t realize how strong you felt until you realized you moved closer to him. You always had your guard up around people, but you realized you were more venerable with Jungkook than with anyone else. You peered up at him to see his eyes were red from holding back his tears.

You chuckled softly, “You’re such a baby.” You teased making him laugh before nudging you.

“Yeah well this baby just cooked your dinner so whose baby now?” He retorted.

“There’s that smile...”You mumbled, smiling as you two just stood there looking at each other. Jungkook’s eyes darted down to your lips before saying fuck it. He leaned in and held your cheeks in his hand. You felt this weird tension finally dissipate. You leaned in closer and placed your hands on top of his.

“If you think about it, I graduate this year in a few months...so if we wait it out, you won’t have to worry about your job.” Jungkook reasoned as he pulled away.

“That is true...even if you weren’t, I can always find another job.” You smiled, kissing him again.

A/n: Sorry if this is a little rough, but I have been on a hiatus for about a year now. Writing is something I love doing but I’ve been so busy with school and have had so little motivation. I really wrote this whole thing within 2 days and I’m proud of myself. If you really liked it, hit that like and share button! If this gets enough love, I might open request again.

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luxekook · 5 years

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chapter one.

⇥ pairing: jungkook x reader; eventual bts/ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, kissing, hickies, drinking, tatted jungkook, nipple piercings

Chapter One

Fall of Junior Year – 8:57am

I curse every single decision that has brought me to this very moment as I power-walk across campus, sweating under the already blistering sun. Campus in August could easily be compared to a swamp given the amount of unearthly humidity, and I'm pretty sure I currently qualified as the local swamp thing.

The only positive feature in my morning has been the table of free coffee and doughnuts staffed by Student Government. The first day of the fall semester always seems to be accompanied by frantically wide-eyed freshmen and celebratory freebies. However, air conditioning is the only thing I would be celebrating today as I finally reach Tyson Hall – the destination of my 9:00am class.

As I rush to my classroom with one minute to spare, I slump into a seat in the far corner – my preferred location for people-watching out of the large windows and for getting away with doing homework for other classes.

Familiar faces surround me, an unsurprising observation given that this is our mandatory research seminar as psychology majors. I notice my friend Jenni sitting in the opposite corner, eyes glued to her phone screen.

Opening my laptop, I shoot her a text to come sit with me. Her head whips up, black braids moving every which way as she immediately piles up her things and hustles over, “(y/n), I forgot you were in this seminar! I just switched over from quantitative research because I couldn’t take any more statistics – or Dr. Harding.”

Dr. Harding is the dean of the psychology department and has been teaching here for ages. Feared by most psychology students for his tough grading and intimidating persona, he’s actually a huge softie – something I discovered by going to his office hours and seeing all 85 pictures of his grandchildren hanging throughout the room.

“He’s not that bad, Jen.”

She scoffs, “You would say that because you got an A in statistics like some sort of wizard. Besides, Dr. Newman is so much nicer.”

Jenni has an excellent point. Dr. Newman is the main reason I chose this seminar. As one of the most respected researchers at our university, she’s known for her qualitative studies on gender across cultures. I consider Dr. Newman to be a real badass woman and I lowkey stan her.

I turn to reply, but Dr. Newman begins taking attendance and class begins.

Fifty minutes later, Jenni practically drags me out of the classroom, “I cannot believe she kept us the whole 50 minutes. Is she aware that it’s syllabus week? It’s practically law to just read over the syllabus and then dismiss class. This is outrageous– (y/n), are you even listening?”

“Hmm?” I totally had tuned her out, focusing on the number of students flooding the quad. I had missed this – the rush of students heading to class, the yells of people greeting each other from entirely too far away, the buzz of excitement over potential parties…

“Unbelievable. How did I forget you have this whole weird-ass feminist crush on her?” Jenni forges forth, “It doesn’t matter. What are you doing tonight? You’re going out with us, right? Luna and I want to go to Hannigan’s.”

Since the three of us had all turned 21 over the summer, we finally could legally go to the bars in town. Hannigan’s currently holds the top spot on the list of bars that most of the upperclassman frequent. It’s a popular Irish pub downtown known for its cheap beer and mixed drinks.

It’s also BTS’s unofficial hangout – a fact that makes me slightly uneasy. After learning who the higher-ups are in BTS, I have taken to avoiding them like the plague. It was a relatively easy thing to do since the spring semester tended to be less focused on rushing and recruiting for fraternities and sororities.

But now it’s rush season, and I’m pretty much fucked. There will be no avoiding seeing BTS’s president Kim Namjoon out recruiting with his vice president Min Yoongi and his social chair Jung Hoseok. There will also be no avoiding pledge master Taehyung leading around new BTS pledges like a mother duckling. And don’t even get me started on how Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook will be popping up everywhere to advertise the latest BTS bash.

Sighing, I figure that the chances of actually bumping into them at the bar will be slim, given that it will most likely be super crowded and I can easily blend in.

I turn to Jenni as we keep walking towards our next classes, “Yeah, I’ll go to Hannigan’s. Are you going to come over to get ready at our place?”

Luna and I had moved into a cute little off-campus apartment over the summer. As it turned out, it’s cheaper to live off-campus than on-campus if you look hard enough. We also had it pretty good location-wise being just a few short blocks from both campus and downtown.

“Yes!” Jenni replies, slowing to a stop out front of the science building, “I’ll be over around 8 with tequila. I’ll text you later. I’ve got to go to neuro-psych lab now,” she rolls her eyes, “Hopefully we won’t be kept the whole time.”

Waving, we part ways, and I shake my head.

Tequila never leads to anything good.

Hannigan’s – 10:54pm

Fate seems to be on my side for once in my life. As soon as Luna, Jenni and I walk into Hannigan’s, my eyes are drawn to the back table where the BTS usually sits. It’s empty.

It’s practically an unspoken rule that no one else can sit there, and even though the bar is packed with all other tables accounted for, that one remains vacant – and for good reason.

Greek life essentially has a cult following around here. The Greeks provide status for those who are into that whole exclusivity thing. They also provide the best parties because of the size of their houses and because the university will never complain about one of their best sources of revenue.

I didn’t to rush a sorority way back in freshman year because I couldn’t feasibly afford it. The dues were way out of my price range, considering I was already paying for my education on my own. Luna, on the other hand, is in Epsilon Xi Delta (EXID) and consistently makes me and Jenni tag along to different Greek parties with her.

"Come on, bitches! Let's get some drinks," Jenni drags me and Luna through the packed room towards the bar that is already encircled by a crowd of thirsty students.

Tonight’s plan is simple – stick together, have fun, scope out cute seniors. Having already taken some shots before we left (saving that coin), we’re definitely feeling ourselves, flaunting our outfits like we didn’t spend a good hour picking them out earlier.

I had settled on a black t-shirt dress with a checkered flannel tied around the waist and some black Doc Martens. Luna and Jenni had tried to convince me to wear heels with them, but I knew syllabus week was a marathon – not a sprint. My feet would thank me later, and theirs would be crying.

As the bartender slides us our beers, the opening beats of Cocky AF by our badass queen Megan Thee Stallion blast through the speakers dispersed throughout the bar. Turning immediately to each other, we clink our beers together, take a sip, and head to the makeshift dance floor.

We squeeze and push our way through the masses until we reach a spot towards the back where the crowd has thinned out a little more. Within seconds, we’re in motion, hips swaying in time to Megan saying ‘bitch, I look good and you know that’.

Shaking out my hair, I get in the zone and lose count of how many songs we dance to. Eventually, our beers empty and Luna turns to me, “Another?" She accompanies her shouted question with an unnecessary charade of shot-gunning a beer in case I couldn’t hear her. I roll my eyes, laughing while I nod in response.

“Save our spot!” Jenni yells and disappears into the crowd of dancers with Luna towards the bar.

I continue dancing on my own. Swaying my hips, I decide to put my hair up to try to cool off a little in the sweltering bar. The music shifts into a new song, this one slower, more seductive, a favorite of mine – Lost in the Fire featuring The Weeknd.

As Abel’s angelic voice flows over me, a pair of hands slide over my hips from behind me. I start to pull away, but then I notice – the hands are tattooed. And for some reason, that hot little fact makes me relax into the large body behind me.

Those tattooed hands tug me back even more, bringing me flush against him as he falls into time with my movements. God, this guy can dance – a rarity these days.

His body is all hard muscle and heated skin. His mouth is hot against my neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. My skin buzzes. Fuck, I haven’t felt this way since–

Turning my head slightly, I can make out the vague outline him and it confirms my sinking suspicion... He’s a BTS boy.

"Hey, noona," he murmurs in my ear, his lips brushing over it as he speaks.

Fuck my life, I think as I shiver involuntarily in response. Spinning to face one of Satan’s henchmen, I toss my ponytail over my shoulder and jut a hip out in both defiance and defense. But really nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Jeon fucking Jungkook, the golden boy of BTS.

He somehow looks like he’s gotten even bigger since the last I saw him playing pong against Taehyung at that party – information that I cannot even comprehend. His left arm is completely tattooed, along with a few smaller ones dotting his hands. I glare at them, blaming those hands for throwing me off.

“Like them?” Jungkook waves his fingers in front of my narrowed eyes, “I got them this summer.” Smirking lazily, Jungkook makes his own perusal of me – taking extra time along the way.

His jaw flexes as his eyes turn molten, “You’re killing me, noona. Tae didn’t mention…” He trails off, swallowing hard.

I follow his gaze. Oh fuck. I had forgotten I decided to forego a regular bra tonight because I wanted to show off my piercings. Just having a thin bralette under my dress, my pierced nipples are definitely noticeable under Jungkook’s heavy stare.

Refusing to give into him, I square my shoulders, “Yeah, I got them this summer, too. But, I don’t see how that’s either your or Taehyung’s business.”

At my words, Jungkook rips his eyes away from my tits to finally meet my own eyes again, “Oh, but it really is our business. Tae said we’d like you and I agree.”

His voice is low and rough, and I swear I can feel it washing over my body, making all of my synapses fire in response.

“We?” I choked out. In full panic mode, I spin and try to leave, but I barely make it a foot away before getting stopped by a now-familiar tattooed hand wrapped around my wrist.

Luckily, a crashing sound echoes from the back table where the other BTS boys must be, and Jungkook lets out a string of curses, “Fucking hell, listen I have to go make sure no one’s hurt, or Joon will kill me. Stay here, okay? I’m not done with you, (y/n).”

His hand rushes up to the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. Our lips fuse together in a brutally hot kiss, his tongue slipping against my bottom lip for a fraction of a second.

And then he’s gone – disappearing rapidly through the fray to manage whatever trouble his frat has gotten into.

I stand there, shaking fingers on my lips wondering what the actual fuck just happened.

“Hey, sorry we took so long! This bitch cut in front of us and I swear she ordered for the entire fucking population of North America—”

Luna smacks Jenni’s arm, cutting her off, “You okay, (y/n)?” Luna peers closer at me, “Holy shit, is that a hickey? We were only gone for 10 minutes!”

My hand flies to my neck as both Jenni and Luna grab me, dragging me to the slightly quieter back alley of the bar. As they conduct the second Spanish Inquisition, I spill the details on what happened.

After a moment of silence following my explanation, they both start talking at once:

→ Jenni: “Hell yes, girl, go off! Jeon Jungkook is fine as fuck…” → Luna: “(y/f/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n), have you lost your damn mind…”

→ Jenni: “…I’d hit that in a heartbeat. I’m so proud!” → Luna: “…Do you not remember last semester? Are you high? Oh my GOD, did he drug you?!”

“Stop!” I slap a hand over each of their mouths, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you guys are impossible. I am not ‘hitting’ anything, and, no, he did not fucking drug me.”

Sighing, I continue, “It was a lapse in judgement, okay? I remember last semester more than anyone, but he’s just so powerful and I don’t seem to have any common sense around BTS.”

I take my hands away from their mouths and immediately Jenni asks, “Wait, what happened last semester?”

Luna slings an arm around my shoulder, “Come on, let’s go get pizza and a six-pack from Ralph’s. We can go out another night this week.”

“Take-out from Ralph’s?” Jenni’s eyes widen comically, “This must be major tea. Let’s go.”

Instinctively, we clink our beers together for the second time that night and chug the remainder of our bottles in true broke bitch fashion (never leave paid-for beer behind).

With that, we trek back through the door and out of the bar. We finish our night filling in Jenni with our less than savory experience with the infamous BTS fraternity last semester.

But, as I lay in bed for the night, I can’t help but wonder if Jungkook had looked for me that night after I left… Or if he told Taehyung...

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blissfulalchemist · 3 years

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OC Profile Bloodlines

Tagged by @earthmightiest and @faithchel

TWC FC5

GENERAL

alias(es): Tia

gender: Female

age: 27

birthdate: December 1, 1990

place of birth: Santa Cruz, California

hometown: Santa Cruz, CA and the open road

spoken languages: English, some Greek and Latin (a better reader and knows more the rules on how to pronounce words), and Math

sexual preference: Heterosexual

occupation: Traveler, witch, trained dhampir, forever annoyance of Conner.

APPEARANCE

eye color: Hazel Green

hair color: Natural Black/Dark Brown

height: 5’9”

scars: No scars but plenty of tattoos (I just never want to put an artist through all the tiny ones and random places of them)

FAVOURITE

color: Sunset Orange and Sky Blue

hair color: Oil Slick style. Basically how she has it all the time.

eye color: No preference but currently pale blue grey 🥲

song: “Landslide” by Jackson Wooten

food: Sushi and Grilled Chicken(many flavors are greatly appreciated)

drink: Alcoholic is an Old Fashioned, Non-alcoholic would be smoothies, though please make sure the green ones are sweet please.

HAVE THEY

passed university: No

had sex: Yes

had sex in public: Yeah. I mean both in bathrooms and storage closets but she also lives out of a van so almost all encounters are sort of public.

gotten pregnant: No

kissed a boy: Yep

kissed a girl: She had to make sure so she did twice.

gotten tattoos: Oh yeah….she has soooooo many

gotten piercings: Just on her ears but she doesn’t always keep them.

been in love: Not until Conner actually.

stayed up for more than 24 hours: Almost. She always almost makes it but just misses the mark.

ARE THEY

a virgin: No

a cuddler: She can be

a kisser: Yes

scared easily: Not really no.

jealous easily: A little but Conner doesn’t give her much reason to be jealous.

trustworthy: Yes she is you can trust her but she holds some reservations about trusting other people.

dominant: Yes

submissive: No

in love: She is

single: Yes and no. She’s holding out for her man!

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: No

thought of suicide: No

attempted suicide: No

wanted to kill someone: Yes and is capable of doing so.

have/had a job: Yeah a lot of little side gigs.

have any fears: Yes. She fears never having something like home and of being used.

FAMILY

sibling(s): No.

parent(s): Lani Caro (mother, deceased), Unnamed Father (Soon for a name, Alive)

children: None

significant other: Conner eventually

pets: Paps the red tailed boa and Mesa the Aussie Shepherd

GENERAL

alias(es): Conner Endicott, Khakis, Smallville, Con Con, and other various nicknames

gender: Male

age: 30

birthdate: September 10, 1987

place of birth: Charlottenburg, Romania

hometown: Charlottenburg, Romania and Rexburg, Idaho

spoken languages: Fluent in Romanian, English, Greek, Latin, Italian, Russian. Partial (Could read it better): German, French, Spanish, Japanese, some Scandinavian

sexual preference: Bisexual

occupation: Local botanist/gardener, witch, undercover Alchemist, mafia lackey, Tia’s handler (the most important job he has)

APPEARANCE

eye color: Pale grey blue

hair color: Black

height: 6’3”

scars: A few minor burns along his hands can only really see them if you know where to look

FAVOURITE

color: Purple and like a dark sea foam green

hair color: Light Brown and Multi Color

eye color: Amber and Green

song: “But Not For Me” by Chet Baker and “Basket Case” by Green Day

food: Papanasi (homemade)

drink: Coffee though not too sweet and probably with a shot or two of espresso when needed. Alcoholic though he sticks more to clear liquors and mixed drinks with them.

HAVE THEY

passed university: No he got two years in though.

had sex: Yes

had sex in public: No. He’s not that kind of guy.

gotten pregnant: No

kissed a boy: Yes sir

kissed a girl: Yep

gotten tattoos: Yep. He’s got Along his left ribs: selfless in Georgian - უანგარო, peaceful in Armenian - խաղաղ, healing in Nordic Runes (Elder Furthark) - ᚺᛖᚨᛚᛁᛜ, Alchemy Symbols for Life and Death on the back just between his shoulder blades the highest point of the arcs connecting/interlocking (this was before he was forced to join so it’s a tad ironic)

gotten piercings: No

been in love: Yes

stayed up for more than 24 hours: His record is 76hrs

ARE THEY

a virgin: Nope

a cuddler: Yeah :’)

a kisser: Yes but sometimes you gotta initiate it and then it’s all over!

scared easily: He’s more paranoid then scared

jealous easily: A bit yes. He can get over it but he’s very cold shoulder type.

trustworthy: Not really….it’s a bit complicated. He only trusts three people entirely.

dominant: Yes

submissive: His anxiety allows for this but he’s stubborn when he wants to be.

in love: God yes!

single: Yeah he’s also waiting for Tia. :’)))

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: No

thought of suicide: No

attempted suicide: No

wanted to kill someone: Yes and no.

have/had a job: Yes, though he spent most of his working life helping mom out in her shop.

have any fears: Yes. He fears the undead (as one should), being deported as he’s pretty sure he and his mom are in the states illegally, and more develop as events happen.

FAMILY

sibling(s): None

parent(s): Zabine Enache (Mother, Alive), John Constantine (Father, Status Unknown) hush I’m aware but like it’s very possible he’s a real person in some capacity, Stasia (Ancestor, he is a direct descendant)

children: None

significant other: Tia eventually

pets: If Mesa could talk she would call herself his familiar but he’s yet to fully accept it.

GENERAL

alias(es): Stasia, Tana, and Stella

gender: Female

age: ~500 years old

birthdate: Unknown

place of birth: In what is now Lithuania

hometown: Unknown but not too far from Charlottenburg.

spoken languages: Lithuanian, Romanian, English, Russian, Ukrainian, German, there are many others that while not fluent she can hold basic conversations in or can better read than speak.

sexual preference: Not specified as she chooses to not use labels but if you had to she’d agree more with aromantic bisexual.

occupation: Witch, Strigoi leader, Boss Ass Bitch, CEO of a trading company with many small businesses.

APPEARANCE

eye color: Blue Green but more leans to blue

hair color: Black

height: 5’6”

scars: None thanks to her life extending spells.

FAVOURITE

color: Purple and White

hair color: Light Brown

eye color: Emerald Green

song: “Oxygan una Xacarilla” by Rafael Antonio Castellanos

food: More inclined to pork and anything Carly makes for her. Stews are fairly common

drink: Whiskey and Brandys. Also lattes with whipped foam.

HAVE THEY

passed university: Yes, in computer science

had sex: Yep

had sex in public: Yes not so much in modern times though

gotten pregnant: Yes

kissed a boy: Plenty

kissed a girl: Yeah Carly’s been her favorite.

gotten tattoos: Once but she healed it away. She got curious.

gotten piercings: Just her ears

been in love: No

stayed up for more than 24 hours: Yes. She makes many worldly visits.

ARE THEY

a virgin: No

a cuddler: No

a kisser: Sort of. She’s not in a relationship so she doesn’t all the time

scared easily: Hahaha Good luck.

jealous easily: She can be but it’s more situational and is an emotion that is pushed down.

trustworthy: No. Just….no.

dominant: Yes very much so.

submissive: Nope never really was.

in love: No not really

single: Yes

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: Yes but for spell work only.

thought of suicide: No

attempted suicide: Uhm kind of ish. She wanted to see how far her immortality would take her and tried to jump off a building.

wanted to kill someone: Yes and has done it many times over.

have/had a job: She makes her own jobs so yes.

have any fears: Being without her power, no control, and getting old with little to no legacy.

FAMILY

sibling(s): Sabine Enache (Identical Twin, Deceased) and two unnamed Brothers (Both Deceased)

parent(s): Unnamed Mother and Father both deceased.

children: Ozana Enache (Deceased), Zabine and Conner Enache (Direct descendants, Alive)

significant other: None (though you could put Carly under this label if you wanted)

pets: Her Strigoi lackeys

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In-laws part 5

This is it, the finale.

After handling the goddess Coyolxauhqui. Quetz and Rex wanted to get everything over with for family introductions.

Rex: kinda want to just finish up the family introductions, is there a way to just get as many of them in one place at once and get it over with

Quetz: I wish I knew a way, but I don't think it'll be that simple

Xipe: maybe if we call Ometeotl

Huitz: you expect them to actually get of their ass and do something?

Xipe: come on it's worth a shot!

Rikko: whose that God?

Rex: the dual gendered creator god of mesoamerican mythology. Think chaos from Greek myth. They kinda just showed up, made some gods and called it a day.

Quetz: they just sit in their realm all day and night watching everyone else. They barely received worship thanks to this behavior.

Rikka: aren't a lot of primordial creator deities like that? They either just pop some other gods out and leave or get killed by their creations and turned into the earth or something.

Mash: yeah, only monotheistic creators ever did anything.

Rex: well when you're the only one and fully omnipotent that makes sense.

Quetz: so you think you can get them to actually do something?

Xipe: well they can help get it over with if they do come

Quetz: fine, call on them. See if you can manage.

As the conversation goes on Iskandar finally returned from fighting the army

Iskandar: I'm back everyone!

Rex: did you finish off the army?

Iskandar: pretty much but now there's this spirit leftover. *points at a ghostly apparition nearby* it doesn't do anything and we can't hit it with our weapons so I'm not sure how to handle it

Rikko: we can call on Medea to handle it. She's a pretty strong Caster.

Iskandar: sounds great to me

Eventually Medea comes to help deal with the spirit, while Xipe Totec attempts to call upon Ometeotl.

Medea: there! It's handled.

Rikka: what'd you do with it?

Medea: I trapped them in this keystone. They won't be able to budge while stuck inside and it may come in handy in an emergency.

Suddenly as this was happening an emergency announcement is made, Da Vinci had an urgent message for everyone

Da Vinci: EMERGENCY! There's something very wrong with Heracles! He's seems even less in control of himself then usually!

Rex: oh come on!

Quetz: we might've finally found Tezcalipoca!

Xochi: finally!

Sion: Heracles is causing mayhem in the cafeteria! If someone could come handle it that'd be great!

Gordy: please hurry! He might destroy the food!

Medea: you say this might be that chaos god Tezcalipoca?

Quetz: si, why?

Medea: I may have a way to handle him. We just need to keep Heracles still for a while.

Rex: I've got the perfect servant for that

Later on they found themselves at the door of the cafeteria with another servant to help slow down the berserker

Gorgon: so you want me to petrify Heracles while Medea casts some kind of spell?

Rex: that's right!

Quetz: si!

Gorgon: this is annoying

It would seem Tezcalipoca actually had trouble controlling this servant. Heracles' madness enhancement was too strong to control entirely

Herc: Raaaaahhh!

Tez: stupid brute! Obey me!

Herc: Graaaaahhh!

Tez: stop fighting back! I want to cause chaos but on my terms!

Gorgon: that is enough!

As she said this she activated her mystic eyes of petrification. Freezing the berserker in place

Tez: dammit! What are you doing foolish snake!

Gorgon: keeping you in place. Now Medea!

Medea: on it!

Medea started to cast a spell that separated the spirit that Tezcalipoca used to attempt control of Heracles

Tez: how!? You stupid magus, stop this at once!

Medea: not happening! I've got a better body for you

As she said this she started to place Tezcalipoca's spirit inside of one of her dragon tooth warriors and made him unable to leave

Rex: how are you able to keep a god trapped like that?

Medea: Tezcalipoca may be a god but this is only the smallest piece of him. If he fully manifested he wouldn't need to possess anyone.

Rex: huh, that explains it.

Tez: damn you! Let me out thi-

Quetz: *grabbing onto the bastard* you don't get to make demands anymore. I'm going to kick you out of here once and for all!

The group eventually took Tezcalipoca to the simulator so Quetzalcoatl could finally finish him off.

Quetz: *flinging him up into the air* you're fucked now bastard! *leaps into the air and grabs him*

XIUHCOATL!

BOOM!

The body Tezcalipoca was trapped in was obliterated and the spirit started to fade.

Tez: damn you! Fine! I won't be back for a while but always watch out. You haven't seen the last of Tezcalipoca!

Tezcalipoca fades out entirely

Quetz: whatever bastard!

Rex: that was so amazing babe! *hugs Quetz*

Quetz: eeehhh! Mi amor you flatter me

Medea: I can get other casters to help make a field to prevent him from possessing others again but if he manifests as a servant it won't do much good.

Quetz: that should be enough

???: marvelous! Splendid!

It seemed that another new face had come, it looked like the moth emperor, but it wasn't entirely them

Xipe: *popping out* I did it!

Quetz: you managed to get Ometeotl to show up? And in that body?

Ometeotl: they don't seem to be that willing to share, but agreed to let me so long as we get it over with. And we're happy to oblige!

Ometeotl: now! Everyone! Come together!

And just like that Quetzalcoatl and Rex were in what seemed to be space. In front of them stood the majority of Quetzalcoatl's family, in their true forms. Along with the gods who were already there some new faces joined as well. Including Mictlantecuhtli, Mictecacihuatl, Camazotz, and the parents of Quetzalcoatl: Mixcoatl, and Coatlicue.

Ometeotl: our dear creations! We bring you all together to witness the relationship that our dear Quetzalcoatl has formed since their summoning!

Mix: daughter? You finally managed to form a relationship after so long?

Quetz: si papa! This is my wonderful master and fiance!

Rex: *nervously* it's good to meet you sir

Mix: a shy one huh?

Coat: it's so good to see you finally have someone to be with dear daughter. It was always very odd for the highest amongst our children to not have anyone.

Mix: but a very important question needs to be asked. Does he make you happy?

Quetz: si! I've never been happier then when I'm with him!

Mix: now boy! I must ask you the same question! Does our daughter make you happy?

Rex: yes! My life's never known such happiness as when I'm with her.

Coat: that is very good to hear.

Mix: I know it matters little, but you both have our blessing for the marriage

Quetz: gracias papa! That means so much to us!

Coat: now that's enough you two! Now go back to planning the wedding!

Mix: we apologize that your siblings interrupted the plans. Now go! Make sure it is a grand wedding!

Rex: of course sir!

Quetz: adios!

Rex and Quetz returned to the wandering sea. It seemed that Quetz's siblings left for now.

Rex: that wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be

Quetz: of course! They know that once I've made my decision there's no going back! We'll be together for the long run mi amor!

Rex: that sounds amazing mi corazon!

And after that the pair continued the wedding plans. Every once in a while some of Quetz's siblings would come check in, just to see how things were shaking up.

There's the finale of in-laws! I've already got another multi-parter in the works so hopefully you'll look forward to that one!

Tag time! @panyum @hasereshdoneanythingwrong @haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong @hasabbydoneanythingwrong @hasishtardoneanythingwrong @castlecsejtespeakertechnician @gxymlky @grievouslyxorvia

#fate grand order #mastersona #quetzalcoatl #rex #rexcoatl #tezcatlipoca #ometeotl #mixcoatl #coatlicue #xipe totec

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flirting-with-psychology · 3 years

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🌸✨WILDFLOWER-APOLLO’S 300 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL✨🌸

LETS GET PERSONAL!

1. what’s your full name?

2. when’s your birthday?

November 26

3. what does your URL mean?

I like psychology and I like thinking about crushes

4. who’s your celebrity crush? T

om Hiddleston

5. are you single or taken?

Taken

6. rant. let it all out babe.

Fuck jobs fuck capitalism

7. are you named after anyone?

My grandmother

8. do you have or want children? if so, how many?

Possibly, if so then 2

9. do you relate to any fictional characters?

Yeah, several. The ones that come to mind are Gatsby and Queen Regina

10. do you have any plants?

Yes

11. what are you currently wearing?

A jumper

12. describe your aesthetic in emojis.

I’m on my laptop lol, not gonna try to do a survey on my phone

13. do you have any bad habits?

Oh yes. Procrasting, instant gratification, being late, eating like crap, obsessing over stuff

14. what’s your sexuality?

Mostly straight

15. what’s the last song you sang?

Currently singing The Rose Song from HSMTMTS

16. what are your favorite colors?

Pink, green, blue

17. are you and introvert, ambivert, or extrovert?

Ambivert

18. describe your current mood in emojis.

Again, laptop

19. is there anyone you’d do anything for?

Probably not anything

20. what fascinates you?

Random stuff, currently chemistry, music, crafts, and space

21. favorite artists?

Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo

22. what outfit makes you feel confident?

Fancy dresses

23. favorite flower?

Idk

24. favorite season?

Fall

25. favorite tv show/movie?

TV show: Friends. Movie: Back to the Future

26. what do you like in a person?

Sense of humor, easy to talk to, common interests, attractive

27. least favorite color?

Idk maybe like muddy yellow

28. first crush?

Aidan in kindergarten

29. how long do you usually sleep?

When I don’t set an alarm, till like 1pm

30. what celebrity do people say you look like?

None really. I think I look like Lea Michele but I’m probably not that pretty

31. favorite scent?

Citrus

32. do you have/want any pets? if so, how many?

I don’t have any currently, I have had 4 cats and I want to get another cat

33. what color is your hair naturally? if you could dye it any color, what would it be?

Brown, I want to try a red ombre

34. do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Pretty good

35. do you take a yearly vacation?

36. what is your biggest fear?

Spiders

37. what do you wear to bed?

PJs or a nightgown

38. best memory?

Idk

39. best feeling you’ve ever experienced?

Probably when everyone liked my video or jokes, or when a crush likes me back

40. best gift you’ve ever received?

Half of the cost of my car

41. what’s your skincare routine?

Wash it once a day, rinse face twice a day, moisturize

42. favorite book?

Harry Potter

43. favorite song?

All Too Well by Taylor Swift

44. favorite album?

It changes a lot, currently Sour by Olivia Rodrigo

45. share your playlist or a playlist you love!

Nah

46. dream destination?

I’d like to visit Ireland

47. best subject? favorite subject, least favorite?

Best was probably math, favorites were science and arts, least favorite was english

48. do you prefer baggy, loose, or tight clothes?

Semi-loose but with some form

49. punk or pastel?

Pastel

50. search your name + core on pinterest & make a moodboard!

Nah

51. if you could travel back to any time period, what would it be & why?

Medieval because i think it’s cool

52. do you have any piercings?

Just my ears

53. do you have any tattoos?

54. do you have any siblings?

55. are your parents together or divorced?

Divorced

56. do you have any stepparents or step-siblings?

57. are your parents strict?

My mom was kinda

58. do you have a set bedtime?

No lol

59. what state do you live in?

Colorado

60. what are your sun, moon, & rising signs?

Idk, I just know I’m a sagittarius

61. do you share any traits with your signs?

Idk, they’re pretty generic so that everyone feels like it describes them

62. what’s a song that gets you going?

Depends on my mood

63. sweet or sour?

Sweet

64. soft or hard tacos?

Idk, I don’t eat tacos too much

65. what color are your bedroom walls?

Pink and green

66. the color/design of your bedsheets?

Turquoise

67. favorite thing to drink out of?

A glass

68. socks or bare feet around the house?

Bare feet

69. favorite board game?

Lately Dead of Winter

70. favorite video games?

Among Us, Detroit Become Human

71. do you sleep with the fan on or off?

72. do you sing in the shower?

Yes

73. favorite song to belt at the top of your lungs when alone?

Satisfied from Hamilton

74. last thing you cried to?

Being stressed over job hunting

75. have you tried any alcoholic beverage before?

Yes

76. gum or breath mints?

Gum

77. favorite pair of shoes you own?

The pink wedges

78. how many pairs of shoes do you own?

Way too many, probably like 30 at least

79. what is the natural state of your hair?

A little wavy

80. have you had braces? if yes, how long?

Yes, for 4 years

81. makeup or natural?

Makeup

82. are you a competitive person?

I can be

83. favorite pasta dish?

Pasta with cheese

84. favorite kind of chips?

Ruffles cheddar and sour cream

85. talk about something your passionate about!

Idk if I’m passionate abot anything

86. what are some of your hobbies?

Crafts, DnD, shopping

87. do you drink coffee? if so, how do you like it?

88. favorite kind of pizza?

White pizza with pineapple

89. favorite & least favorite labels that have been put on you?

Idk what labels have been put on me

90. are you religious?

91. were you raise religious?

Not really

92. what shoe size do you wear?

7.5-8

93. heroes or villains?

Depends on the character

94. favorite vegetable?

Corn

95. least favorite vegetable?

Broccoli probably

96. favorite dessert?

Chocolate

97. do you play any sports?

98. can you swim? if so, when did you learn how to?

Yes, when I was little

99. tell a funny story!

Idk

100. what job would you be terrible at?

Doctor or politician

101. what’s your favorite compliment to give?

Compliment their clothing or accessories

102. has your opinion changed on something recently?

I’m evaluating my opinion on how cautious I need to be for covid

103. favorite physical feature about yourself?

Maybe eyes

104. what’s your favorite physical feature about someone else?

I look most at faces

105. what’s something you would rate 10/10?

Galavant

106. heels or flats?

Heels

107. what’s something you had more knowledge about?

Does this mean wish you had? If so then chemistry

108. would you want to be famous?

I’d want to maybe be known by name but not by face

109. what’s something you would get arrested for?

Pirating TV shows

110. are you a planner or spontaneous person?

A mix

111. what do you hope never changes?

Being friends with my best friends

112. what are your pronouns?

She/her

113. are you a feminist?

For the most part

114. what’s your hogwarts house?

Hufflepuff

115. myers briggs personality type?

Idk, it changes every time

116. who’s your favorite superhero?

Idk maybe Thor

117. favorite villain?

Loki

118. marvel or dc?

Marvel

119. what’s an assumption everyone makes about you that’s not 100% true?

In school people thought I was bookish and didn’t care about parties or boys or that kind of stuff, and now that I’m out of school people think I’m ditzy and probably not that smart

120. favorite bands?

Taylor Swift

121. if you could meet one celebrity, who & why?

Taylor Swift because I like her music and I think we would get along

122. have you watched porn before?

A little

123. favorite disney movie?

Hercules, Aladdin, or Tangled

124. favorite disney princess?

Rapunzel

125. favorite disney prince?

Hercules or Aladdin

126. favorite disney couple?

Rapunzel and Eugene

127. star wars or star trek?

Star Wars

128. top five movies?

Back to the Future, Confessions of a Shopaholic, Timer, The Imitation Game, Tangled

129. top five songs?

All Too Well, In a Crowd of Thousands, Traitor, Me and the Sky, Satisfied

130. top five ships?

Idk. Currently I’m enjoying Gina and EJ from HSMTMTS

131. how gay are you?

Just a little bit, I have occasional crushes on girls but I don’t think I’d want to date a girl

132. scream. just let it out.

133. do you have a best friend?

Yeah

134. call or text?

text

135. what’s a song that’s been stuck in your head recently?

A lot of Olivia Rodrigo songs

136. is there a song stuck in your head right now?

Just the songs I’m listening to

137. what song(s) will you always love?

A lot of Taylor Swift and showtunes

138. what song is your current mood?

Idk, I just feel like singing

139. recommend an artist!

The girl who plays Ashlyn from HSMTMTS

140. favorite meme song?

They’re Taking the Hobbits to Isengard

141. a song you hate that everyone loves?

I Like It by Cardi B

142. an artist you refuse to listen to?

Most rappers

143. what’s you “big gay mood” song?

Idk, I Kissed a Girl?

144. favorite lyrics?

“You call me up again just to break me like a promise / So casually cruel in the name of being honest” from All Too Well

145. what lyrics would you get tattooed on any part of your body?

I wouldn’t

146. shuffle your music & share the result!

Knowing Me, Knowing You by Abba

147. what’s your favorite love song?

In a Crowd of Thousands

148. ultimate song to clean to?

Through the Fire and the Flames by Dragonforce

149. if you could collaborate with one musician, who & why?

Taylor Swift because she gets me

150. what song makes you cry?

Soon You’ll Get Better by Taylor Swift

151. what would be your theme song?

Blank Space

152. what’s a strange phobia you have?

Spiders aren’t that strange, so fear of having accidentally shoplifted

153. did you have an emo phase?

154. did you have a greek mythology phase?

Just a little

155. roman or greek mythology?

Greek

156. who’s your godly parent & which god/goddess are you?

Idk

157. how do you handle your anger?

Yell, slam things

158. most attractive singer of the opposite gender?

Ramin Karimloo

159. most attractive singer of the same gender?

Hayden Panettiere

160. what time is it?

12:03am

161. do you have any nicknames?

Star

162. what’s a song that always makes you happy whenever you hear it?

In a Crowd of Thousands

163. which swear word do you use the most!

Fuck

164. five ways to win your heart?

Sense of humor, sing duets, do creative stuff, tease me, pay attention to me

165. five pet peeves?

Mouth sounds, people who think strong female characters can’t have love interests, people giving me unsolicited advice, people wearing their mask under their nose, ghosting

166. do you have trust issues?

Maybe

167. what do you pray about?

I don’t

168. most traumatic experience?

Probably braces

169. what is your dream job?

Idk

170. if you were to be in a musical, which musical, character, & other cast members would you have?

I would love to play Angelica in Hamilton

171. who would play you in a movie about your life?

Lea Michele

172. what’s your favorite thing about your significant other?

Sense of humor

173. favorite fictional character?

Kelsier from Mistborn

174. post a picture of yourself!

Nah

175. what’s your favorite pet name?

I don’t really like generic pet names that much

176. what makes you feel like a horrible person?

Not caring enough about people

177. when did you realize your sexuality?

It was always kind of assumed, but started thinking I might be a little bi a couple years ago

178. when was your first kiss?

When I was 18

179. expose your parents. that’s right. expose them. they deserve it.

My mom is overly cautious and doesn’t know how to pick her battles, my dad is a bit annoying

180. a phrase that breaks your heart?

Depends on the context

181. when did you come out?

I didn’t

182. how did you come out?

I didn’t

183. who knows you’re out?

I’m straight

184. what’s your lucky number?

Idk

185. how tall are you?

5′6″

186. favorite word?

finnicky

187. are you right handed or left handed?

Right handed

188. do you have an accent?

American

189. first word that comes to mind when you hear ‘heart’?

Beat

190. what’s something you’re proud of?

I made a funny meme in the work group chat the other day

191. do you like where you live?

I like the area, but I don’t like living at my dad’s house

192. when you’re older, do you want to move to a different place?

Yeah

193. do you play any instruments?

Clarinet

194. how long is your hair?

To my boobs

195. what’s the meaning of your name?

Star

196. give an unpopular opinion & let your followers attack you or be salty.

People shouldn’t be cancelled for one shitty opinion, and consuming their work doesn’t mean you support all their beliefs or even like them as a person

197. do you support the lgbtq+ community?

Yes

198. who were you supporting for the 2020 election?

Biden

199. opinion on abortion?

Pro-choice

200. opinion on the death penalty?

Against it

201. opinion on reverse racism?

It’s not the same

202. post your screen time for this week.

Like all damn week lol

203. have you ever talked to a celebrity?

Yes, I met Channing Tatum and got a picture with him

204. what was your first concert?

Demi Lovato

205. how long do you keep your bra on?

All day

206. what’s your bra size?

36D last time I got one

207. give a tour of your room (video).

nah

208. how many photos are in your camera roll?

2990

209. what is the most recent movie/show you downloaded on disney+?

Phil of the Future

210. do you like documentaries?

Occasionally if it’s an interesting subject, but it’s not my favorite genre

211. what’s your favorite musical?

Wicked

212. who’s your favorite non-broadway actor/ actress?

Benjamin Bonenfant

213. who’s your favorite broadway actor/actress?

Ramin Karimloo

214. what’s the song you’re currently listening to?

A Dancer’s Heart

215. drop your most recent picture!

Nah

216. do you have a record player?

217. how many records do you have?

None

218. show your records!

None to show

219. do you plan on going to college? if so, where?

I went to my state school

220. talk about someone without telling who.

They used to wear light up sneakers

221. talk about something you hate.

I hate tomatoes and everything made out of them

222. have you been to therapy?

Yes

223. what color are your eyes?

Brown

224. what color are your parents’ eyes?

Hazel for my mom, Hazel-green for my dad

225. what color are you significant other’s eyes?

Hazel

226. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

227. do you have a favorite parent?

No, they are good in different ways

228. are your grandparents still alive?

Just my maternal grandma

229. drop 10 songs & let your followers tell you if you have taste or not.

That’s too much work

230. how many followers do you have on twitter & instagram?

Like 3 probably lol

231. are you the eldest, middle, or youngest sibling?

Only child

232. do you have a specific daytime routine?

Work

233. how often do you go to the doctor’s?

When I need to

234. have you had any surgeries?

Yes, for my canine and wisdom teeth, and to get part of my thyroid removed

235. do you wear glasses?

Yes

236. do you prefer unsweetened iced tea or sweetened iced tea?

Sweetened

237. do you have a “type”?

Yes lol. I like a lot of types but my “type” that I fall for a lot is light skin, dark hair, blue eyes, "golden boy”/big personality

238. what’s your significant other’s astrology sign?

I think Sagittarius

239. drop 5 blogs you love.

Idk

240. do you think you’re like any celebrity (personality wise)?

Maybe Taylor Swift in some ways

241. are you a “popular kid”?

242. what are your school’s colors?

Black and gold

243. what’s your school’s mascot?

Buffalo

244. how many irl friends do you have?

Idk

245. who was your least favorite teacher?

My camera workshop instructor

246. favorite teacher?

My 7th grade math teacher, my freshman year words and music professor, and my junior year film professor

247. drop a picture of your closet.

Nah

248. how many awards do you have?

Idk, a handful

249. what’s one award you’re proud of?

The dean’s list

250. do you take naps?

I try not to

251. what’s something people always ask you when you first meet?

What’s your name?

252. favorite fast food restaurant?

McDonalds or Wendy’s

253. favorite place to dine in?

Rueben’s

254. mexican or chinese food?

Mexican

255. chinese or japanese food?

Chinese

256. mexican or japanese food?

Mexican

257. olive garden’s breadsticks or texas roadhouse’s yeast rolls?

Breadsticks

258. garlic bread or breadsticks?

Garlic bread

259. plain garlic bread or cheesy garlic bread?

Depends on my mood

260. chicken or steak?

Chicken

261. favorite meal?

Pasta

262. drop a recipe!

I don’t really cook

263. how do you like your steak cooked?

I don’t

264. what would your last meal be?

Pasta

265. are you allergic to anything?

Beeswax I think

266. cats or dogs?

Cats but I like both

267. favorite genre of music?

Showtunes

268. favorite fan fic trope?

Fake dating probably or needing each other for survival

269. favorite tv show genre?

Sci-fi or sitcom

270. what’s your favorite cover/cover a band or artist has or should do?

Disturbed cover of The Sound of Silence

271. how often do you write songs?

I haven’t since I was a kid

272. how many finished songs do you have?

Idk like 5

273. do you write your songs in your notes or in a journal?

I just came up with them

274. how long have you been writing?

I don’t really write

275. how long have you had your account?

Since like 2013 or 14

276. what was your first URL?

shineslikestars17

277. if you could change your name, what would it be?

Star

278. what would you like to name your children?

Shane or Eric for a boy, Phoenix for a girl

279. what are your parents’ & sibling’s names?

I don’t have siblings, I don’t feel like sharing my parents names

280. are your parents democratic or republican?

Democrativ

281. do you have more in common with your mom or dad?

Both in different ways

282. are you & your siblings close?

I don’t have any

283. how close are you and your siblings in age?

I don’t have any

284. are any of your siblings married?

I dont have any

285. do you have any nieces or nephews?

286. do your parents have any siblings?

My mom has a sister and my dad has a brother

287. do you have any cousins?

Yes

288. do you look more like your mom or dad?

Both

289. how old were you when you started your period?

13 I think

290. have you lost your virginity?

Yes

291. who took your concert virginity?

My what?

292. who took your musical virginity?

My what?

293. scream again. everyone needs to.

294. do you have any collections?

Kinda, lately I’ve been collecting dice

295. what’s on your nightstand?

Water, lotion, advil, phones, chapstick, purell

296. how do you usually style your hair?

Down or ponytail

297. do you play games on your phone?

Sometimes

298. are you hydrated?

Yes

299. have you breathed enough today?

I assume so since I am still conscious

300. are you thankful for anything?

I know I have a lot of privilege

#survey #long post

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Blood Moon pt.1

pairing: BTS OT7 x reader, ft. some members of GOT7 genre: just pure filth, smut, supernatural au. Warnings: language, semi public sex, oral (female receiving), wandering hands Words: 3458 A/N: I have sinned again, thisfic will probably be only two or three parts long put full of pure filth. Summary: You really weren’t in the mood for clubbing, but your friend Jaebum had made you come and satisfy your hunger.

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The neon lights were sweeping the floor and faceless mass of bodies were grinding against each other along the beat. You looked down from the VIP areas balcony your eyes sweeping lazily the crowd. If you were truly honest you weren't in a mood of partying but need to feed has caused you to agree to hang out at your friends’ club. Blood moon was a nightclub where human and supernatural being would find their safe haven away from judging eyes. It has been only five years when Vampires had revealed themselves to the world followed by werewolves and other creatures were soon to follow. You can guess what kind of reception of supernatural world coming in to common knowledge has caused. It didn’t take long before some religious cults rose and begun to lecture the world about how those monsters were horrific and twisted how they could never be creation of God, the politicians kept arguing back and forth on TV how these dangerous beast would take over their world and turn them, in to their slaves. The thought made you snort. only thing that had changed was that people were now aware of the supernatural creatures existence and you were quite sure that majority of them weren’t interested in dominating the world.

‘’What is so funny?’’ Jaebum, one of the club owners has came to stand next to you without you noticing and looking the people below you. You couldn’t deny that Jaebum was a beautiful man even your species standard. he had pale skin and a beautiful face framed by black messy locks. he had a small silver ring on left side of his nose and another silver ball piercing right below his eye on the same side. His eyes were black like a pool of water in night and when he smiled you could see them sparkling like they were holding stars. Jaebum was tall hovering right above you and his monochrome outfit made him look even taller. ‘’Nothing really, I was just thinking about when supernatural world came out of closet.’’ You admit. ‘’Ah, it really would have been great that vampires would have asked our opinions when they revealed themselves.’’ Jaebum agrees. ‘’ Still there is some plus sides, for example amount of willing participants who are begging to be fed from. Speaking of feeding you look terrible.’’ Jaebum points the dark circles underneath of your E/C eyes. ‘’Gee, thanks you surely know how to talk for a woman.’’ You snort. ‘’If you wouldn’t been staring at people below you, you would have already noticed that there is group of men who had stared your ass for a while now.’’ Jaebum tells raising his brow. You had dressed in to tight red dress that barely covered your ass and black high heels that made your legs look longer than they actually were. The idea of your whole outfit was to make your hunt for the night much easier. really you didn't have to see so much trouble, even if you would have arrived the club in old baggy jeans and t shirt you would gain stares from both male and female population. ‘’Hmm, really, what kind of wristbands they are wearing?’’ You ask arching your brows. The club had made of rule of wearing different color wristband based on your species. Humans were wearing orange, werewolves blue, vampires had red and there was even more colors which you weren’t that interested in making list in your mind. ‘’Mm’h I saw quite a mix, I think there was at least two werewolves, one vampire, and elf and even one human.’’ Jaebum smirks now that he had made you curious. ‘’I thought that werewolves and vampires doesn’t like to hang out.’’ ‘’Now look at who is relaying in old stereotypes.’’Jaebum chuckles and brushes a H/C lock behind your ear which has escaped from your bun and your eyes flashes quickly to his pink wristband. You roll your eyes and finally decide to look back to the VIP area. The VIP area has its own small dance floor, a bar and booths which you could cover with curtains for privacy. You spot a group of seven men sitting on nearby booth laughing and drinking their night away. Jaebum was right that they were looking at you, when you met eyes with a boy with bleached eyes he blushes and looks back to his drink. You smirk at yourself, you had to admit he is pretty cute. Jaebum notices your stare and urges you on. ‘’Go on and talk to them or I will go get Mark to whoop your ass.’’He refers to his friend who is working behind of the bar in VIP area. ‘’Oh no, anything but him.’’ You pretend to be scared and Jaebum lets out a low laugh. Mark has been your friend since your childhood and he was like a brother to you, a very protective one. If he would know that you had made yourself almost to starve he would definitely whoop your ass. ‘’Fine I go.’’ You sigh and head towards the table sending a small wave to Jaebum. When you near the table the laughter of the men quietens and they look with you with curious eyes. ‘’Hi, can I join you guys?’’ You ask flashing a small smile. ‘’Uh, sure.’’ The vampire who is first to recover tells and flashes a pearly white smile revealing his fangs. ‘’It’s going to be a tight fit though.’’ he adds glancing already full cramped space. ‘’It’s okay, I can sit on your friends lap if he doesn’t mind?’’ You suggest pointing your words to a werewolf who is sitting on closest to your spot in half moon shaped couch. The man’s eyes widens for your suggestion but he is quick to nod his head’’ Of course, take a seat.’’ he pats his leather covered thigh and you flash him a flirty smile when you sit on his lap. You had to admit that your seat was a nice piece of meat. He has emerald brown eyes paired with straight perky nose and chin so sharp that you could use it as a razor blade. ‘’I’m Y/N.’’ You introduce yourself when you are finally comfortable on your spot. The werewolf has a musky almost forest like scent which surrounds you as soon his hands finds your waist and he puts his head lazily on your shoulder. ‘’I’m Hoseok but people usually call me Hobi.’’ The werewolf tells with low voice which makes you shiver. ‘’Hi, I’m Jimin.’’ The boy next to the wolf introduces himself. Jimin is pure mix of cuteness and sex, his hair is light pink color and styled to look like he just had woken up. he was wearing a loose white button up shirt the first two buttons left open and tight jeans revealing his defined thighs. His eyes are same color as his hair and when he smiles they turn into crescent moons. You can't decide do you want to fuck the man or squeeze his plump cheeks. ‘’Nice to meet you.’’ You tell to your eager conversation partner and flash cute smile making him blush and covering his face revealing a mint green wristband. ‘’A nymph?’’ You say surprised raising your eyebrows. ‘’Male ones are quite rare.’’ You tell in awe. Jimin blushes even more if it’s possible. ‘’Ya, leave the poor man alone. I’m Seokjin but you can call me Jin or world wide handsome.’’ A man who is sitting opposite side of you tells sending you a wink. You don’t have to see his wrist to tell that he is an elf. Jin has blonde, almost golden hair and you can see pair of pointy ears peeking through. The man has beautiful almost heart shaped face, soft looking light pink lips, almond eyes and cocky attitude which you can always pair with elves. You can hear his friends to groan for Jin’s remark about his looks and you chuckle lightly. ‘’Don’t mind about Jin, he is always like that when he sees someone beautiful.’’ Hoseok whispers to your ear his lips brushing brightly to your earlobe. ‘’I heard that.’’ Jin complains and his friends laugh again. ‘’It was the whole point.’’ Hoseok smirk. The music blasting around you was enough to keep the group hearing your earlier conversation with Jaebum but because the supernatural hearing hearing someone to whisper in this proximity was quite easy. Jin looks at his friend with unhappy put and gulps rest of his drink down in one quick motion. ‘’Speaking of rare sights I have to admit that it’s my first time seeing a succubus.’’ The vampire speaks up and you turn your attention to him. The man has almost ashen colored skin and dark circles under his eyes but they make nothing to dull his handsome face,his eyes are black with small red dots and he has firm jaw and high cheekbones paired with blood red lips and straight nose. He is tallest of the group and he has silver locks pushed backwards from his forehead. ‘’I’m Namjoon by the way.’’ The vampire adds quickly remembering to introduce himself. It was a known fact that succubus were rarer than incubuses when it came to your kind. Usually the male DNA overpowered female ones and only few females were born, it was actually quite opposite of what came to nymphs where the female gender was overpowering. ‘’Yeah, well you can consider yourself lucky then,’’ You tell sending a small flying kiss towards the vampire who flashes a flirty smile in return. Then you spot the man next to him who you had spotted at first place, his orange wristband being like a bright neon sign. If you didn't know better you could have swore that he was one of your kind, his beauty competing with Jaebum’s alluring looks. The man’s hair was reaching to his ears and curled slightly behind of them, his eyes were deep brown, almost looking like black and his skin was warm color of taffy. The man was sculptured like a Greek statue and you sighed dreamily. ‘’Tae, you got a new fan.’’ Namjoon teases you and pulls you from your daydream. ‘’How I could not fan over him, he is freaking beautiful.’’ You speak like he wasn’t in the room and then point your words to him. ‘’You are gorgeous.’’ You tell and cocky smirk rises to his lips. ‘’Thank you.’’ He tells with a lower voice that you were expecting. ‘’You aren’t bad either, I’m Taehyung by the way but you can call me Tae if you like.’’ ‘’Can you guys stop eye fucking each other.’’ A man who has been quiet this far perks up and your attention is instantly drawn to his horns poking out his pitch black hair. You feel so stupid, you had missed another demon on your table.You find it odd that he had decided not to hide his demonic features but you didn’t question his decision. You smile and mouth a quick ‘sorry’ towards him which makes him grunt. ‘’Don’t be so grumpy Yoongi.’’ the final man, the second werewolf tells and sips his banana milk, A quite odd choice of drink at the club if you asked me. The wolf had muscular body which would anyone feeling like mocking him to shut up and soft brown logs pulled under a black cap. He had also emerald eyes like Hoseok and rabbit like front teeth which were revealed when he took sip from his drink. ‘’I wouldn’t be if I could get a moment of peace.’’ The demon retorts back. ‘’Hyung we are at the club, why you imagine that you could get peace here?’’ Taehyung asks and makes the man in question to sulk in more. ‘’Don’ mind about Yoongi, even though he look grumpy he is actual softie.’’ Hoseok tells with small chuckle. ‘’So what brings you here tonight?’’ You decide to start a small talk. ‘’It’s actually Hoseok's birthday.’’ Jimin tells from your left side. ‘’Oh, I’m sorry if I would have known I wouldn’t have bothered you guys.’’ You feel embarrassed. ‘’I don’t mind. It's not everyday when a pretty girl wants to sit on your lap.’’ Hoseok huffs in laugh.’’In fact you had made the evening even better.’’ he adds peeking you rneck quickly in case you feel uncomfortable. ‘’I have to admit that you are making my evening better as well.’’ You admit enjoying the attention the wolf is giving you. ‘’Did you came alone?’’ Jin peeps in eager for your attention. ‘’Yes, my friends own the club and they begged me to come tonight.’’ You admit. ‘’I should have known, what makes more sense than succubus and incubus being friends.’’ Namjoon chuckles lightly and takes another sip from his drink. His mug is made of metal and you can’t see in to it but you are sure that it’s containing alcohol mixed with blood. ‘’Have you ever fucked with succubus?’’ Namjoon asks bluntly causing his friends to raise their brows. ‘’Dude, you must be really drunk.’’ Taehyung says and smiles awkwardly to you. Anything that Namjoon had made or said before didn’t imply even slightly that he had drank too much. ‘’In fact I have.’’You answer by everyone's surprise. ‘’What? I’m a sex demon, a small question like that can’t make me feel uncomfortable.’’ ‘’What is it like have a sex with a sex demon?’’ Jimin asks curiously leaning closer. ‘’Is it better than with other species?’’ ‘’Well to me it’s kind of boring, after all I can’t feed from another demon.’’ You answer honestly. ‘’So no chance for Yoongi then.’’ The werewolf who’s name you haven't caught yet smirks. ‘’Shut up Jungkook ,why you think I want any?’’Yoongi growls making Jungkook smirk satisfied from his outburst. ‘’I mean sex feels always good so I wouldn’t mind.’’ You shrug and you can seeing that small blush rises to Yoongi’s cheeks. ‘’What do you think about elves?’’ Jin asks and trying to smirk flirtatiously to you. ‘’They have big ego and mouth I enjoy making quiet.’’ You tell smirking which makes Jin’s eyes narrow slightly. ‘’She got you hyung.’’ Taehyung chuckles. ‘’Well I know something where I would enjoy putting your mouth to keep you quiet.’’ Jin barks back. You don’t have time to sassy back at him when you feel yourself getting dizzy. You touch your forehead and groan in discomfort. ‘’Are you okay?’’ Hoseok asks sensing your discomfort. ‘’Yeah, I just haven’t fed in long time.’’ You admit closing your eyes for a moment. ‘’Can we help you in someway?’’ Jimin asks worriedly. ‘’You could always fuck me.’’ You tell half jokingly and you can feel the moment when the lust fills the table and makes air thicker with scent of sex. ‘’All you had to do was to ask.’’ Hosek smirks and reaches somewhere past you pulling the curtain shut in front of your booth leaving your group in a small bubble. By your surprise you feel Jimin's fingers reaching the hem of your dress and sliding between your thighs. You gasp when he finds your clothed heat and press his thumb against your clit. Hoseok won’t stay second to Jimin and angels your head in a way that he can kiss your lips. You moan when he bites your lower lip gently and suck it between his teeth. Meanwhile Jimin continues his adventure under your dress sliding his index finger along your pussy lips. ‘’Hyung lift her little so I can get this hem out of my way.’’ Jimin suddenly complains and Hoseok is fast to lift you so Jimin is able to pull your dress to your waist. A view that is granted to your clothed core makes the men groan around the table, still you weren’t able to focus on them for long after Hoseok demanded your attention pinching your left nipple on the top of your dress. ‘’You aren’t wearing a bra.’’ Hoseok smirks and reaches for the zipper on your back. ‘’Tell us if you want us to stop.’’ He adds and slides the zipper down making the dress pooling down to your hip. Now your breast are revealed for the audience and view of them causes the men make satisfied noises. You can feel all the eyes glued to your body and enjoy the sexual energy reeking out of them and helping with your growing hunger. Hoseok cups your breasts from behind and rolls your nipples between his fingers making you arch against him pushing your chest forward. ‘’Fuck, hyung.’’ Jungkook moans feeling himself hardening from the view. ‘’Y/N has indeed pretty nice tits.’’ Hoseok smirks continuing palming your breasts. Jimin feels jealous form the attention that you are giving to Hoseok and slips his index finger underneath the waistband of your panties finding your clit and rubbing it gently. ‘’Jimin.’’ You gasp and want to close your legs from the sensation but Jimin doesn't have any of that forcing your legs to stay open with a strength you didn’t know he was having. ‘’Stay still or I have to tie you up.’’ Jimin warns making goosebumps appear to your skin. Hoseok’s lips finds your neck and he leaves dark hickeys on his journey to your shoulder.

‘’Are you just going to make rest of us watch?’’ Jin finally breaks up and you force your eyes to him. ‘’Yup.’’ Hoseok’s lips leaves your skin and he smirks. ‘’Are you kidding me?’’ Namjoon growls and everything happens so fast that you don’t even realize how you ended up sitting on top of the table all the drink gon from it. You aren’t sure are your thighs feeling slick from your juices slowly pooling between your thighs or from the drinks that had been on the table, either way you didn’t mind and your hunger only grew. Hoseok growls to Namjoon and flashes his slightly larger canines than human to him and Namjoon snarls back making Hoseok to back of, the leader of the group was right the revealed to you. ‘’Will you let me eat you out?’’ Namjoon asks pulling you closer to him and spearing your thighs even wider. ‘’Ye-yes.’’ You shudder when Namjoon’s thumbs graces your thighs lazily. ‘’What a good girl.’’ Namjoon praises and even without removing your panties he just pulls them aside and plunges his tongue right in to your pussy making you moan loudly. Taehyung takes advantage from your closer seating reaches for your breasts and sucks your left nipple in to his mouth. The angle where he is coming from seems rather awkward but he doesn’t seem to mind. Namjoon keeps exploring your heat with his tongue spinning it around your clit and sucking it between his plump lips. ‘’Nam-joon.’’ You whine and try to wiggle away making his grip on your thighs turn even more tighter. ‘’Keep still or I might put Jimin’s earlier threat in to action.’’ he warns and you whine feeling unhappy. Soon you feel another pair of lips seeking your right breast and by your surprise you see Yoongi working on your breast. And there you had thought that he wasn’t into you. The thought slips quickly away when Yoongi bites your nipple gently making you arch your back. At the same time Namjoon plunges his tongue in to your quivering hole and starts fucking in and out your hole in quick space. ‘’Oh god.’’ You hiss and fall backwards, now your back fully laying against the table and making Taehyung and Yoongi lose your breasts from their reach. You can feel your peek nearing and your inner muscles spamming under Namjoon’s skilled tongue. ‘’I’m close.’’ You pant. ‘’Tell me what you need baby.’’ Jin demands with husky voice making your head turn towards him this time. ‘’Just kiss me.’’ You beg and Jin is happy to obey. His lips are soft against yours and his hands finds your shoulder keeping him hovering above you. Jin’s actions are full of hunger and he slips his tongue in to your mouth when one particular sweep of Namjoon’s tongue makes you moan. Jin’s tongue massages yours hungrily and his hands find your neck. he squeezes your windpipe and finally you come from the mix of feeling lightheaded from the lack of air and Namjoon’s skilled tongue. You are panting and coming from your high while Jin has removed his hands around your neck and petting your hair which has escaped from its bun long time ago gently. ‘’Princes are you ready for round two?’’ Jin asks when you finally come back from your high. Your eyes widen in anticipation and fear feeling eager to have anything that is given to you.

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HUGO REDFORD ( ALEX FITZALAN ) is a 18 year old SENIOR student at Broadripple Academy. HE is originally from BOSTON, MA but moved to Broadripple FOUR YEARS ago. HE is CHARISMATIC and RESOURCEFUL but can also be MANIPULATIVE and EMOTIONALLY DUMB. --- HOUSE SETON

The the smell of french perfume, wrinkled designer clothes, hand rolled cigarettes, stolen bottles of wine, fast hands sneaking things out of pockets, greek sculptures, empty museums, doing the hard thing, listening behind doors, using memes to repress feelings, always keeping a raised head no matter what and mixed playlists with rap, indie and classical music.

— THE REDFORD FAMILY

Hugo Redford is a privileged boy with a big house, a comfortable life and enough money so he doesn’t have to worry about it right now. His parents have a boring marriage and fight a lot over petty stuff. Actually, his mom doesn’t love his father. She likes to fuck him, sometimes, and make a better use of his money than he actually does. She invests, he’s the trophy husband. This is why his parents let them marry, they saw a lot more potential on her. Grandma Redford is literally every cold-hearted socialite you’ve ever heard of.

Dean, his father, has an affair with his business partner - a much younger man. Hugo caught Dean cheating on his mother, but his father didn’t see him and the son never confronted his father about it.

Helen, his mother, is polite, capable, smart and full of rage. She comes from a middle class family, nothing like her husband’s family, but she always had great ambitions, which is why she married him. Helen raised her son to be better than her husband, but you know, he’s a man, so she doesn’t have high expectations - for Helen, all men are trash. He feels like every accomplishment he does, his mother isn’t pleased enough and maybe she’ll never get to love him as much as he wants her to love him.

— THE ROBERTS TWINS

Hugo learned a valuable lesson in life: don’t expect much from people, and expect even less from Dean Redford. Which is why, when his father told him a year ago that he had siblings, Hugo’s response was a meme. Even before he met Connor and Casey Roberts, Hugo already knew they weren’t cut for that kind of thing. He has a good eye to spot rotten people, since he grew up surrounded by them, and he knew the Roberts Twins were good people.

The first thing Hugo told his brother, Connor, was: “You won’t last a day here. Go back to wherever you came from, you’ll be much better off. He doesn’t love you”. He didn’t say this because he’s mean, although it’s kinda true, but because he felt responsible to prepare them for how the upper class would react to them. Therefore, Hugo would antagonize them to make sure they would be ready.

Dean is a gentleman, he’s fun, he plays golf, tennis, baseball, everything you can think of. He has a way with people, he just knows how to be magnetic, and although this isn’t innate to Hugo, he copies it well enough to be a second nature. Dean wants the world, he wants everything he can put his hands on and leave his mark. However, he has a horrible habit: he gets bored. The twins are the byproduct of an extramarital relationship with their mom, while he was engaged to Hugo’s mom.

— PERSONALITY

Hugo is disciplined and the kind of person that says exactly what he thinks, even if it’s the cold, hard truth. He does the hard things, the dirty job, he gets things done. If his siblings wanted to know his world, they had to get ready, which is why he took the matter with his own hands to prepare them.

His name is inspired by Victor Hugo, and just like his namesake, doesn’t believe in snitching. He has a machiavellian personality, for him everything is politics. He has a weird moral compass, yet, it’s his own ethical code and he doesn’t break it. He is strongly motivated by sense of duty.

Greek god Hermes vibes. Hugo will listen behind closed doors, steal stuff he finds suspicious and do everything he can to make things better, even if it’s the worst thing possible. Absolute wine snatcher, will steal every available bottle of wine with no guilt. A little bit of a kleptomaniac.

Always aims to be the best at what he does.

Absolute wine snatcher, will steal every available bottle of wine with no guilt.

Started to roll his own cigarettes bc he likes to mix cannabis and tobacco. Hugo thinks rolling cigarettes helps him with his anxiety and he only learned to roll a good cigarette because he compulsively started to roll them, absolutely hyperfixated, until he thought it was acceptable.

Depressed & stressed, never takes his meds.

Sleeps around a lot, doesn’t care about gender, and doesn’t pretend he’s straight. It’s just nobody’s business, so he just doesn’t explain it.

Likes art, music, old movies, museums and history.

Misses his cats more than he misses his parents.

He loves pomegranate and cranberry tea with honey.

— BROADRIPPLE

He joined Broadripple when he was a freshman, just like most of his family.

He is organized, but always misplaces his academy card.

Hugo avoids the headmaster’s portrait at all costs because he thinks it’s creepy and feels his eyes are following him. When he can’t avoid, he tries to imagine the headmaster dressed like Trixie Mattel.

Sometimes he forgets to greet Sister Clary and it’s… Alwful.

He is scared shitless of the Lorehill Woods, but likes to hang out there and read murder mystery books for the sake of poetic justice. It’s not often and he doesn’t go deep into the forest.

After the former president of the Broadripple Boy’s Club graduated, Hugo was nominated by him as president. He has no idea how to be a president of this club, but he definitely has in mind challenges involving the woods and the ruins. Being nominated as the president is a lot of responsibility and Hugo is afraid he won’t do justice to the former members.

As a roommate, he is pretty neat, but the beginning of the year is the worst. Hugo hates white walls, it gives him anxiety, so it takes him some time to cover the wall beside his bed with anything that resembles wallpaper.

Hugo often got in trouble with the nuns for bad behavior, so on Junior year he got into mandatory Buddy Club duty until he graduates.

Hugo is a member of the Track Team and plays as the goalie to the soccer team. He hates team work, but he had to choose a sport.

#about.

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malvchis · 6 years

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hello it’s violet Back with another late intro ! this is me from the future :-) i rewrote this intro like a little over three months ago and i’m too excited to play him to write it a third time so just like this post and i’ll come to you for plotting ! but until then here’s my angsty / lowkey softie / highkey garbage Son <3 for future reference i’d like to say this vine is also 1000% him okay thank u for ur time

a CHARLES MELTON lookalike just rolled into new york city in their PORSCHE 911 SPORT CLASSIC. MALACHI ROTHSCHILD just had a birthday bash for his TWENTY-THIRD birthday. i doubt he’ll make it here in new york city since i hear he tends to be DOGMATIC, but on the other hand he is STOIC. ( cismale & he/him )

「 *.:｡*𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓼. 」

FULL NAME: malachi saul rothschild. NICKNAME(S): mal, m, kai. AGE: twenty two. DATE OF BIRTH: july 15th, 1996. ASTROLOGY SIGN: cancer sun, aries moon, capricorn rising. GENDER: male. PRONOUNS: he / him / his. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, spanish, some greek. OCCUPATION: musician. BIOLOGICAL PARENTS: cassandra & wren rothschild. STEP PARENT(S): tba. SIBLINGS: lilia rothschild ( sixteen ). PET(S): none. CHILDREN: none. RELIGION: grew up in a catholic household, but agnostic. DRINK / DRUGS / SEX: yes / yes / yes. FACECLAIM: calum hood. EYE COLOR: brown. HAIR: brunette. HEIGHT: 6′2. RIGHT/LEFT HANDED: right. TATTOOS: i’ll come up with this later but he def has a spongebob tattoo on his ankle he got when he was drunk TRAITS: diligent, altruistic, reverent, dogmatic, taciturn, brooding. NOTABLE HABITS: smokes at least three cigarettes a day, zones out during most conversations, drums his fingers against any surface when he’s nervous. NECESSITIES: pack of marlboro cigarettes, airpods, vintage band tees. LIKES: sweatshirts, naps, driving, adrenaline, performing in front of huge crowds. DISLIKES: cantaloupe, sleeping alone, not meeting someone’s standards, materialism. DISORDER(S): generalized anxiety.

「 *.:｡*𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂. 」

so my backstory is gonna be pretty similar since i haven’t changed that at all and it’s already pretty fleshed out heh

basically malachi’s parents are well-known by his father owning one of the top 10 law firms in the us and his mom is a child actress turned real housewife star ( think brandi glanville or kyle richards if u watch rhobh )

growing up with a younger sister, he was expected to be the golden child of the family and for a little while he was just that

he got good grades and did whatever his dad told him to do like growing up malachi looked up to his dad so much that was his idol

so taking over the law firm and all was fine because he wanted to be just like him u know

then one day at a friend’s house he played guitar hero and his life changed…. Forever :-)

i wish i was kidding but it literally did

he bought the game and would play it for HOURS straight but it wasn’t a real guitar so he went out a bought one and the rest is history <3

malachi was taught to always say the right thing and never truly learned how to express himself so he did it through writing and eventually the guitar and writing kinda tied in together

and of course his dad didn’t approve heh ! which was understandable at first because his grades started slipping in middle school and he kinda got lost in music

also he kinda stopped taking himself so serious and lowkey became the class clown charm is all apart of the rockstar lifestyle it makes sense fight me

so he was getting in trouble more frequently and his dad was getting sick of paying off whoever he needed to make it all go away u know

and i feel like malachi was given internships to go to every summer when he turned 15/16 and he never went to those :-)

it got to the point where his dad would like physically throw his guitar to smash it and he’d threaten to cut malachi off if he didn’t take his future seriously ( tw: drug mention ) and so malachi had to resort to selling his mom’s antidepressants at parties to pay for his equipment because his dad was cutting him off

and he’d try to reach out to his mom but she’s honestly off in her own world and she loves pretending everything’s fine sdjksk it’s a lil dark but it’s FINE

so i think for the sake of keeping the family intact he played along for a little and was basically his dad’s puppet for his junior/senior year of hs

but he dropped out last minute and moved to new york to start his music career all by himself fun :-)

he’s lived in new york for about 5 years now so keep that in mind ok omg i think that’s all

「 *.:｡*𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂. 」

before i start i’d just like to say his vc is joji but for purposes of him performing at coachella with his boys, his second vc is mac demarco !

i’m picky and idk which voice i like better for malachi so we’ll see :)

ok so in my first intro i said he’s a lowkey softie but i was wrong

he’s a HUGE softie 90% of the time it’s bad but my excuse is that he’s a cancer so he’s sensitive aubrey

he doesn’t really show it unless it’s through song writing though because he’s a cliche but that’s the best way for him to do it

he’s a very boombox over the shoulder kind of person

definitely a mix of being rebellious and stubborn ! he doesn’t really know how to listen to anybody besides himself because listening to himself has gotten this far so u know

basically that gifset of kim k going “thanks for your lovely advice but i’m not gonna take it”

relationship-wise it takes him months of fully getting over someone but it also takes him .5 seconds to fall in love with someone new he’s gross

omg he’s also super protective of people he cares about that’s his redeeming quality for sure

he’ll fully punch out anybody that messes with his friends and he’s done it before

oh also he somehow always gets into bar fights ? like 90% of the time without fail it’s either his drunk ass picking on some guy 10 times bigger than him or the other way around so that’s his life honestly

he’s not /as/ reckless as he used to be but if anyone does something dumb he’s definitely there encouraging it

but he’s also the type to just stay home for 3 days straight playing video games or writing music or napping since he loves those

don’t get me wrong though if he’s in the mood to party he’ll go all out and do c*ke off of everyone

he’s a very all or nothing person like there’s no such thing as moderation with him and he doesn’t know her

also he’s kinda oblivious most of the time because he’s off in his own world

basically he’s dumb and he never listens to anyone ever thanks

okay so thank god i actually wrote out some wanted connections and honestly most of them are open now so let’s go to town and just mash a bunch of plots together skdjsk

any brotp plot like “the boys are back” hsm 3 kinda thing thanks

brotps apply to any gender though he needs friends akjskdk

family friends

cousins maybe idk?? anything familial is fine with me

childhood friends <3 <3

one-sided crush that’s probably on his side

first love / exes

literally any exes plot i have pretty good ideas for these that mostly ended badly because of him rip

i just have so many songs that i wanna dedicate to people for plots please

BUT we can do exes that ended good or bad because of your muse i’m not picky

good / bad influence

roommates omg if u have to live with mal good luck but it’ll be FUN someone volunteer

enemies or some kind of rivalry/competition thing

frenemies :-)

fwb but also enemies with benefits

crushes that never went anywhere

omg a summer fling hello please

just tell me what u want and i’ll come up with something hehe <3

#wealthyhq:intro #drug mention tw #i forgot how to tag #but i FINISHED hello plot with me <3

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tiredofyourbullshitt-blog · 6 years

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the nightclub

(the old gods are not dead, despite what someone might tell you. old doesn’t mean dead, darling, just like how greek mythology is a mythology now but back then, it was a religion. you just have to look a little closer.)

see, there’s zeus ordering drink after drink and smiling at pretty girls as they dance with their friends. except now instead of falling for his charms, they think of their pepper spray shoved into their pocket and they wonder how they will get home. you can see in his eyes that he misses the skies, but the mortals took those over, too.

and look, standing in the corner with a dress of peacock colors is hera, carefully watching her husband. she wishes she could tell the young girls coming into the nightclub to be careful, but she can’t because they can’t see her now and they wouldn’t trust her. besides, how can she give advice when she herself won’t even follow it, no matter how much she wishes she could?

and if you look out of the window, past the glowing lights of houses shoved next to each other, you can see the dark, raging ocean. poseidon is raging, too, as he walks along to beach and picks up the trash the mortals threw. the moon’s reflection reflects the saltwater of the ocean mixing with his tears. he will never be able to pick up everything. the mortals will keep throwing.

and look there, on the stage, doesn’t that singer look familiar? that’s because he’s been here every night, darling, and he always sings the same song. hear how he sings of heartbreak and young boys and chasing the sun? see his golden instrument and golden clothes and golden hair and how strangely enough, the lights on the stage are dimming yet you can still see him? that’s apollo up there on the stage, you just never noticed.

as the music pauses - but never stops, no, it will never stop - do you hear crying? someone is weeping as she hears the professors go through the motions, as she hears the passion leaving voices and the desire to learn disappears with the coffee students are chugging. someone’s voice is mixing with protesters’ as they fight for what is right because those wild people are athena’s people.

and if you peek over the shoulderof that muscled gentleman over there, you will see tears stain the table. ares is letting people see him cry as he watches the news on mute. the violence in places he used to call home makes no sense to him anymore. the children dying and the shots firing into the sky for each martyr are overwhelming. everything stopped making sense to him. this was not heroic or brave. this was senseless.

behind the nightclub’s brick walls is a young woman. her eyes glint with pain and adrenaline and a quiver is slung over her shoulder. she hesitates at the window, watching the golden singer with a rare tenderness in her sharp silver eyes. behind her are several other young women, all with elegant stances and fury in their fists. artemis and her hunters hunt down a different type of monster now. you remember her now? yes, that’s right, she broke a man’s arm last night. no one saw her move.

it’s dark in this nightclub, yes, but i bet you can still see the burly man helping another to his feet. or, foot, as the other is being replaced by the same burly man. that’s right, it’s hephaestus there. you’re getting the hang of this. he helps the disabled and gives everyone the devices they want. his family hates him no more, because the mortals have made it his age: full of technology and a need for new limbs. he begins to love himself. try to help.

and there - look quickly, look now! slipping through the crowds and then out onto the streets? do you see him, with the curly hair and light bag and feathers on his feet? hermes is young in this age, slipping from here to there to everywhere: london and new york and tokyo and mexico city. there is no place hermes hasn’t been and there is no place that he is turned away. he wears out yet another pair of shoes.

if you listen past the music and the general din, you can hear someone ranting, screaming, begging someone to listen to her. i do. do you? she speaks of global warming and children and monsters in the night. she has sources and proof and her smile is as sharp as her scythe. she tries her best to bring food to the poor. trust me, i’ve seen her do her best. but demeter is fading as more and more people ignore her. don’t let her fade away. listen to her.

hades hovers over everyone, waiting for someone to succumb to alcohol poisoning or an overdose. don’t take it personally, it’s just who he is. but he is strong. one of the strongest here, because people will always believe in death. but there’s another side of him, when the pressure of humanity gets to be too much, and sometimes i see him crying at the graves of those who died before they had a chance to live. but don’t tell him i said that.

some girls and boys and people who aren’t either are dancing with flower crowns. the ones whose innocence fled as the world came crashing down on them. persephone weaves the crowns with her own hands and hesitates before placing one on herself. she dreams of the good-old-days and she dreams of the future. but don’t look for her in the winter months. you’ll never find her.

you see the beautiful lady in the corner, eyes glaring the the disgusting people who don’t know the true meaning of love? her voice is hoarse and eyes are wet and in the centuries her idea of love has changed drastically. but she will still smile when two people kiss for the first time or when two soldiers embrace after months apart. don’t worry, the aphrodite from the stories is still there. but now she’s realized that self love is important, too.

hestia is leaning against the bar - a couple people from you, actually, but have you ever noticed? her shawl is wrapped tightly around her shoulders despite the heat in here and there are flames in her eyes. only no one notices because i don’t remember the last time someone really looked at her. she watches her family and waits for them to come home so she can embrace them and comfort them. but they will never come home. she knows this. still, she waits.

and who am i? took you long enough to ask, but i won’t hold that against you. you’re the first person in a while to ask. i pour the drinks and watch hesita watch everyone else and help the people confused about these pesky things called gender and sexuality. trust me, i have experience with both. and i’m dionysus so i’m used to the long hours and the screaming and the music and the tears. i’ve seen my family drunk more than sober but despite everything, i’ll keep pouring their drinks and maybe one day, i’ll come home.

(so don’t you see? we are the old gods but we are not dead. you’ve just never really looked before.)

#old gods #the old gods #greek mythology #poetry #uhhh idrk what this is but enjoy #olive'spoems

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nightmarecatart · 6 years

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Myths and Lies- Chapter 1- Part 1

Chapter 1

Present day

When I was five, I learned how to spell antidisestablishmentarianism because I was bored. I had no brothers to keep me occupied and I learned from an early age, the only way my half sister and me would see eye-to-eye would be if I ripped her eyes out. Tempting, shame it would be illegal with a long prison sentence.

Me being bored happened a lot.

At five years, old I also figured out the only contribution my dad had to my life is his DNA. I’ve got –my mum- Diana’s blonde hair but I’m pretty sure I got my brown eyes from him. In the name blaming game, apparently, my mum chose my first name; Alexa and he chose the unmentionable middle name. I wasn't sure if my mum was just angry with, 'invisi dad,' that day. Another story is my middle name came from one of the mutual likes both my parents had.

People bond over TV programmes, food, technology. My parents bonded over Greek mythology. Out of all the Greek Mythology names they could have picked, they picked the name of a Goddess who got kidnapped to the land of the dead. I envy kids who grew up with fairy tales as bedtime stories and girls who got to dress as princesses. I got the adventures of Zeus and got sent in a toga for fancy dress day.

On top of that, shortly after I was five, it was announced to me Father Christmas didn’t exist. By the age of six, I figured men and fathers were trouble.

The past almost thirteen years after that realisation, the male gender has done nothing to make up for themselves. Except occasionally throwing me the odd chocolate on Valentines Day. However, when I was thirteen Valentines Day chocolates did more damage. The current boyfriend at the time gave me a packet of Revels. Toffee Revels do not mix with braces. I spent my time in the orthodontist chair, thinking how I was going to dump that boyfriend. Due to my interest in science, I was split between using gravity: dropping a rock with the message on him or burning the message on his morning registration table using PH1 acid. I swayed more to the first option, as I wouldn't have to face a reminder of that relationship for the rest of my time at school.

My lack of faith in men has sort of left a large gap, when it comes to my tolerance in them. Enough to say the guy who stole my first kiss, ended up with a broken nose and I ran away screaming. Any confrontations with boys, my friends ultimately dealt with them for me. This means the first boyfriend got saved from being hit by a rock.

Fate had it; I was born in the summer. I could spend the last few days of my year staring up at the sky behind sunglasses, sipping ice-cold cola. Thankful, that the braces went before I turned fourteen; therefore, I can drink those kinds of, “Bad for your teeth,” Drinks. The orthodontist, who lived down the road from me, wouldn't catch me and tell me off with a lecture on braces rules. I know dentists don't live in their surgeries, but why does mine have to live down the road? Or did he offer some sort of same postcode discount? Apart from the orthodontist living near me, another thing was bad about summer. I was born on the wrong side of summer.

My mother gave birth to me in the middle of July. Meaning I have to spend my birthdays in school. Visions of me sunbathing down by the brook or the back garden, turned into sunbathing on the school field listening to screaming school kids. On this occasion, my birthday is on the final exam of my sixth form life. At least this gave two things to celebrate. My eighteenth birthday and the end of sixth form and I can start my gap year then get off to university.

It is due to my mum I’m taking a gap year. She hinted at things I could be doing, not one of the hints put me out of fifty miles’ radius of our, 'busy when it wants to be,' town. I put it down to she didn't want to be left alone in the oversized house and the desire she has to keep me from the outside world.

Annoyingly, from the age of eighteen she let Sarah, my half-sister, go travelling. Sarah disappears at the end of spring then reappears at the end of winter. She brings with her blossom on the trees, warmer weather and my desperate want to shoot her. My mum makes up the story that she is with her dad. That isn't proven in the Facebook photos Sarah posts. Pretty sure I've seen Sarah's dad, he doesn't look like any of the men in the photos.

Growing up, my mum did the thing of smothering me, I'm nearly eighteen and I still have a curfew. I'm expected to spend the next year working in a travel agent; I’m still waiting for my mother to see the irony.

The only good things coming my way this year: My two friends have decided to stay, and I get to stay in a clean house with my garden obsessed mother who will feed me.

Hopefully, my mind won't be damaged too much; chances are my mum's friend Athena will be over on her weekly visits making sure I'm not glued to the TV.

“I cannot believe it is our final few days here.” A blur of white and black wheeled past me in the student council room. The blur woman is being the monster of distraction. I’ve been trying to do some revision for the biology exam, which is sometime after lunch, or fifth period according to the timetable. I say sometime after lunch as the exam hall or gym is across the field, down a hill and past the smokers. I might as well start making my way there early, in case the hill decides to hate me.

“Really? You have a calendar that has counted down to these very days since September!” I sighed, pointing over to Yuuki's vibrant wall in the student council room. How Yuuki got on the student council I have no idea… actually blackmail comes to mind. The calendar is pinned in the corner is only thing that hasn't changed on her wall since September. Yuuki covered the walls in her latest Hollywood crush. This month it’s Clark Gable.

“Well I needed to put something in the calendar! Really Alexa, not everyone takes these exams seriously.” She’s probably hinting at the fact my calendar had counted down to these exams since the beginning of the year. “Besides I like the cute kittens on my calendar.” She smirked, revealing blue teeth and the fact she had been on the blue raspberry Popsicles again. At least her white shirt isn't Popsicle tie-dyed, like last time.

“Yuuki, shouldn't you either be revising or finalising student council things? For once, follow the rules on what we should, be doing in here.” Sophia called buried under paper at the other side of the room. Sophia made me glad I’m not a part of this council. It looked too much work, even if you did have Yuuki proving you could do this work with little effort, but then she normally did nothing.

However, I felt part of their pain. My luck my two close friends dragged me to wait outside every fortnightly meeting.

“If we are playing by rules. I'm kicking Alexa out; she isn't a member of the council!” Yuuki argued.

“Please do that. I might get some work done.” I groaned, tempted to bash my head on the wooden desk. I only come in here because they decide to do work every so often, or Sophia does work, Yuuki messes about. Sophia's auburn hair poked out of the paper after that.

“Alexa isn't going anywhere.” Sophia replied bluntly, pushing her reading glasses up.

“Actually, I might as well get some air. This exam might kill me. Or at least make me kill the person in front of me, that way I can examine their lungs to get the respiration questions right.”

“This is why I was against you taking biology.” Sophia stated.

“To be honest, Soph. You were against her taking nearly all the subjects here. What was it? Textiles, she would stick pins into people’s eyes... Not that she has the imagination for the arts-.”

“Yuuki. Shut up.” I said. I didn't need this a short time away from the exam. Like usual, Yuuki is too persistent and continued talking about me to Sophia.

“Geography, you were worried she would learn where to plant explosives or bury bodies. Sociology and psychology, we didn't need her to find out more things wrong with society or find out exactly how the mind works. You were pretty sure, that if she took those two subjects we would be looking at a real-life psychological horror film.”

“Ok Yuuki.” Sophia interrupted. “I complained a lot two years ago, I get it.”

“Complained?” Yuuki coughed with sarcasm, dragging out another melting ice pop, from God knows where.

“I'm going out.” I sighed. I’m used to the words that came with how my mind worked, hence I’m used to the isolation. I’m the seventeen-year-old female who is uncomfortable around people especially men, but I am also the person who understood people to the point it became freaky.

“Alexa!” Sophia called. I walked out of the modern decorated room to the pale corridor. Sophia will tell me to get back inside, if I obeyed her and stopped in the stuffy room, my headache would worsen.

Anyone else would have to add in time to figure out how to get through the labyrinth of corridors and one-way system this school has. Luckily after a few hit and miss tries here when I first started this school about six years ago, I got the navigation down to an art.

I felt like running out of the gates and throw myself on the long grass near the pond in the middle of the woods. If only, ‘I didn’t fancy doing the exam,' turned out to be an appropriate excuse to get out of an A-level exam. Maybe I should do that. Thanks to my mother, my life isn't going anywhere. She might as well chain me to the side of a cliff like they do in Greek Mythology.

“Persephone. Why did they have to pick Persephone?” I almost screamed it out loud to stop myself from hitting my head against something hard or going back to my habit of pulling my hair. As if knowing Greek Mythology stories weren't enough. I get reminded of it every time someone says my full name. “Why not let the ground swallow me up and take me to the Underworld like in the story?” I groaned, kicking a stone by the tree near the broken fence.

I rested my forehead on the tree trunk closing my eyes tight. Wishing for change. Something light land on my head, I opened my eyes and stepped back to find a dozen leaves floating to the ground.

“I've lost it.” I muttered.

“Persephone Kora.” I jumped. Turning to find the man who had sang that, he sounded proud of himself. This is the reason I’m not allowed to carry any sort of weapon on me.

“That is not my name.” I hissed, curling my fists at my sides.

“You said it was a moment ago.” The light-haired man grinned.

“No, I didn't.” I answered, trying to remember exactly what I said in that rant. I know for certain I did not say, 'I'm Persephone,' I'd rather pull my hair out, which is what I might end up doing if I don't stop pulling my hair at the roots, thanks to stress.

“Do you know what sort of reward I'd get, if I took you back?”

“A special padded cell?” I think I have found someone crazier than my mum, at least she didn't show any signs of being deluded into thinking I am Persephone from the stories. “Plus, you're on school grounds.” I pointed out trying to seem calm, hoping he didn’t need to be told that is a rule he is currently breaking.

His smug look turned into one of anger. I tried running towards the school he grabbed me by the arm pulling me in the opposite direction, muttering something about, Hades.

“Who the hell are you?” I yelled trying to kick him, missing every time. “I am not who you think I am!” There must be other females out there whose actual name is Persephone.

“You need to come with me!” He commanded. If he thought I’m going to go with him by saying that, he is 100% wrong. I tried pulling myself away; forcing him to move slightly forward in the direction I’m going, causing him to tighten his grip. Making my arm he’s holding hurt more.

“I'm not going with anyone!” I shrieked. Where is everyone when you need them?

“Fine.” He said stopping suddenly. No part of me took that, as he is about to give up.

Of course, he didn't.

He seized me and threw me on his shoulder. Then I began screaming blue murder, while kicking and watching the school grow further away as he walked across the field outside of the fence. My whole body warned me to get away as soon as possible and I believe my stomach is threatening to throw up.

“If you don't shut up and stop moving I'll make you.” He sneered. I coughed back a laugh. I’m the one at fault here?

“I'll make you put me down!” I snapped. I knew however, I'd probably never be able to do that. This has never happened to me before! I never expected to be kidnapped. I tried living a quiet life where I blended in, not causing too much attention, ignoring the slight hiccup that happened every so often. I have never learned how to get out of these situations!

Oh no. He'll kill me then throw my body in a ditch.

“Let me go!” I shrieked.

I’m on the edge of screaming, 'I don't want to die,' my emotions started to turn, slowly giving up as I felt the tears gather.

In our small town, there is a secluded area. Although, I’m not facing the direction we are going, I had a suspicion that we are heading to that area.

In the middle of this small private area is a large stone temple. As far as I knew, no one had been in it. There’s a town law that stated you needed special permission to even walk on the steps around the building. The town council were probably over cautious, thinking someone is going to vandalise the white stone, or the worn statues around the perimeter of the walls.

“Please, let me go.” I pleaded; hoping for the millionth time it would make difference. I knew we are in the private area. The old trees surrounding the temple proved it. My fear heightened once hearing the creak of the metal gate that kept people out. He had to kick the black iron door a few times, while twisting the golden door handle in the middle of it. A cloud of dust exited the dimly lit hall before he dragged me in.

“Stay still.” He threw me off his shoulder. My spine slammed against one of the inner stonewalls. I shrank back thinking how to get away. I booted him; he grabbed my wrists harsh enough I’m sure they would be bruise.

He tied my hands together, ignoring my struggles, with a loose bit of rough hanging rope that he got from one of the spikes sticking out from the wall. He walked through a wooden door into another room with a window dome, which to be honest needed to be cleaned, on the ceiling.

“I'm not who you think I am!” I cried collapsing further by the wall; I curled up in the entrance. I hid myself from the main hall.

He had locked the front door, unless I became the master of knocking down sturdy looking doors, I’m stuck.

I tried to quieten my breathing when talking in the next room started. I began panicking more inside.

He is going to kill me.

I’m going to be a sacrifice to whatever God he worshiped.

“My lord. I found her.” He muttered, over and over again, sometimes mentioning the name, 'Persephone,' Sometimes other incomprehensible things.

There’s no reply. I calmed a bit. He was busy preoccupying himself in a fictional belief. I leaped at the door.

“Get back here!” The man in the next room commanded, hearing me trying to open the door; the clunking of the gold door handle was obvious. He marched forward grabbing the sides of my shirt and dragging me back into the dusty room. I started to scream for help, when it he decided he'd be able to drag me back better if he held me by my waist and not my shirt. Panic and pain began to intensify the longer he touched me.

There’s a shiny marble alter in the middle of the room. Once there, he used the chains, which I guessed were used for actual sacrifices, and linked them to the rope that is rubbing my wrists. I couldn't see what he is doing due to being on the wrong side of the table.

His mutterings commenced again. This time they didn't last for long.

“You had better have a good reason for this!” Another voice sneered.

I kept quiet.

If I gave myself up the more likely these people would kill me. They had to be insane; the one who had just talked must live here.

“I-I,” He stuttered, almost sounding as if he’s in shock. “She-.” It is if he can't get out more than one word.

I wanted to go home. Forget the exam I have. Chances are it would be starting any minute. I wanted the new English accented man to give up go away and then I might be able to get out of here.

“Over there.” The kidnapper squeaked. I would probably have had the same reaction, if it weren’t caught in my throat, after hearing footsteps begin walking this way. I wished for once in my life the unrealistic thing would happen, and I would become invisible.

I shrank back again, shuffling, far away from the sound of footsteps.

The man who the footsteps belonged to suddenly appeared.

I could see him... And he could see me. A smile grew on his pale face.

I feel like I’m caught in headlights.

Another first, I am speechless in a man’s presence and not running away. There’s something about him that made my eyes lock onto him and even approach him, which for me, it’s the weirdest feeling ever.

“You are an idiot.” He abruptly said turning back to the kidnapper. His dark hair, which reached his shoulders, shifted with the air at his quick movement before walking away.

“What?” He shrieked in a reply. The kidnapper seemed to be the one about to have the panic attack. My respiratory system is still frozen from shock of the, Dark and Mysterious man’s stare.

“As much as I wanted to know she existed, there were rules put in place!”

I climbed up, still shaking from fear but my want to get out of here is slowly eating away at my sanity and me. I'm putting me wanting to get cosy and getting to know, Dark and Mysterious guy over there down to I'm becoming insane.

“Can I go home please?” I breathed.

“No.” Dark and Mysterious said, without even thinking.

“I really need to go.” I trembled. I’m not a people person or a person who went well with stress.

“Idiot.” He muttered shaking his head, making his way back to me.

My back is against the pillar next to the altar I’m stood next to.

“Are you going to kill me?” I worried. He then looked at me like he’s shocked that I would think of that.

“No. No. I'd never...”

“Then let me go. I won't say anything.” I don't know if anyone would believe me that there is a Greek cult here.

“I'm not letting you go.” He answered angry with me.

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