Am I listening to a band I just heard of today because I saw in a single clip from one of their concerts that they wear masks? Erm. No, what kind of weirdo would do that…

Night Owl

Finally, I have an Antonio fic. It’s a doozy. This is my first fic over 2,000 words oh man.

TW: dub-con, somnophillia, breeding mention, one mention of Cliff

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As much as he hated to admit it, his dad paying for that studio downtown was the best thing to happen to him. Everyday he got to see the cute receptionist at the building, who was always so excited to see him. He couldn't imagine that your beautiful smile would be used for any one other than him. Your body would perk up as he leaned against the counter, and he would ask you if she saw this movie or have been to that restaurant, anything to hear the sweet voice of his angel. The two of you quickly became friends, so much so that he often stopped by your place to walk you to work as he went to the studio.

The first time he worked over night, he learned that you work double shifts some times. And with that, your relationship to the next step in his eyes. Oh how cute your pleas were when you begged Antonio to just sleep on your couch for the night, it was to dangerous to walk alone this late at night! Your concern caused his heart to swell, he'd never imagine he would get this lucky in life. After that, Antonio tried to pace out how often he worked late, so you wouldn't get suspicious of his intentions.

He knew if he was patient, he could get you in bed soon enough. It would be romantic, with the perfect dates and the wonderful memories all leading to him worshiping your soft and enticing body. He wanted to hear those pleas again, only this time with you crying as you cummed on his dick.

It should be special, he knew this.

Yet he couldn't resist when the opportunity arose.

Another "late night" for Antonio, where he painted his excitement all over the canvas as he waited until he knew your shift would be close to ending. He tried to pretend that he didn't care if you saw him, but he couldn't stop his gaze from looking at yours. You smiled, of course you did, and asked him if he was done for the day. What a coincidence, so were you. He loved walking you back, such an intimate gesture in his mind, and the fact that you trust him so much. He made sure to try and "suppress" his yawn, but it was loud enough for you to hear. He knew you would invite him to sleep on the couch, but the two of you decided to watch a movie this time around. He knew that you just avoiding trying to go to sleep, you dreaded taking your sleeping pills as you felt so groggy in the morning.

You promised you wouldn't take them tonight, all so he wouldn't have to "do the walk of shame" in the morning as you were asleep. The two of you laughed, but Antonio would never be ashamed of making love to you. He swears, his intentions were pure when he decided to crush some of your sleeping pills into the cup of tea he made you. He wanted you to take care of yourself, to sleep without worrying about the man on your couch. You spent so much of you time worrying, he would do anything to ease your anxiety. He didn't think twice when you abruptly said you HAD to go to sleep, you felt like passing out. With the light shut off and your quiet good night, Antonio laid back and tried to sleep.

Tried.

However he couldn't stop thinking that MAYBE drugging you without knowing your dose may have been a bad idea. He should check on you, like a good friend would. He hated referring to himself as that, but he had to be patient. Gently opening the doors to your room, he poked his head in to see if you were alright. But from this distance, he couldn't really tell if you were alright. His eyes were glued on you as he gingerly walked across the concrete floors, his feet hitting the shag rug that was under your bed.

Lying there, you looked so peaceful. You were perfect to him. Your hair splayed across the pillow, lips slightly apart and your hand gracing your bare midriff. Those silky pjs clung to your body in this summer heat, and yet the loose fabric was just inviting his fingers to touch your most sensitive parts. He had a plan, a good plan, a plan that would work and your first time would be amazing. But, it didn't mean it had to be his first time.

The feeling of shame was quickly squashed by the overwhelming desire that filled him. He has never been this so hot and bothered, and he couldn't blame it on the weather anymore. No, your body on display was his frustration. You were passed out, you wouldn't remember. Sex can relief stress. It makes people happy. Maybe you would wake up feeling relaxed and fulfilled, perhaps you would even crave him for reasons unknown to you.

He was timid at first, stroking your hair to feel how soft it was. He sighed as he played with your locks, twirling little curls around his finger as he thought about your future together. He's never felt like this about anyone before, you truly were the love of his life. He couldn't wait for the flowers and the dates, taking care of you after a bad day of work, anything that involved your body next to his. He wanted this so badly, but for now, he'd have to sate his needs with this. If anything, he's doing this for your future. So he won't fuck up later, and your relationship can be perfect.

In a brash move, he tilted your chin up to meet your plush lips. Not even a stir. At first he barely grazed your lips, but with no resistance it wasn't long until he was slipping the tip of his tongue into your mouth so he could taste you. He couldn't break the contact with your lips, one hand supporting your neck as the other helped support him as he slowly made his way on top of your sleeping form. The mattress dipped with the added pressure, slight creaks coming from the bed as he adjusted himself above you. To an outside, you'd look dead. But with this closeness, he could feel your hot breath on his chest.

He let the kiss break, only so his hand could explore your body. Fingers moved with finesse, barely brushing up against your skin as his touch moved lower and lower. He didn't have to worry about noise or pressure, but he still hesitated as he reached your shorts. His painted nails lightly touched the band, only to pull them down seconds later. He practically squeals as he saw you in those cute little lemon printed panties of yours, such cheekiness even in your undergarments. Any hesitation he still held onto left as soon as he dared to remove your panties as well. Fingers worked their way into your tight and unprepared hole, this time curling inside of you. As your wetness grew, so did his excitement. With your body reacting so positively to his, it was almost as if you were aware of what was going on.

As walls tightened around his fingers, his palm shifts to rub against your clit in unison. "You're so beautiful like this hun, don't worry, I'll treat you right" he whispered, talking to your cunt instead of your face.

He didn't need a response to tell him to keep going, shoving his digits in deeper and deeper into your core. The ache in his pants became almost excruciating, and he couldn't help but communicate his growing need.

"Do you think your tightness is ready for me? I know you'll do such a good job for me baby." he said as withdrew his fingers from your sopping core.

His other hand rubbed your thigh up and down, unable to remain still in the moment. He soaked hand went to push down his sweats, his knuckles brushing against his pelvis and smearing your lovely juices down his skin. His cock sprung out, ready to please and find release inside the comforting heat of your body. God, he felt like a pervert for being so hard at this, but he had to remember that he was doing this for the sake of your relationship.

One deep breath, then another was all he needed before pushing his dick into your opening, panting as your velvety walls encased his member and welcomed him with such ease. He wondered if you'd think this was painful, gritting your teeth and bearing if because you wanted this as much as him. Another part however thought that maybe you'd be crying for him to go deeper, to plow into you. With your sex practically drenching his hips he could only conclude that you were a needy little princess who needed a good fuck. With that thought he pulled almost all the way out before slamming his hips back into your begging sex. Each thrust was filled with passion, with his thoughts of bringing you roses and holding your hand as he walked you home. Your knees are bent as your legs are spread by his hands, he wants to get deeper into you. He couldn't wait to go apartment shopping, decorating your home with tokens or love. He can't tell if he's almost about to cum or if he's just been at this for so long, his legs and arms buckling under the pressure. Arms wrap tightly around your hips as he presses the full weight of his body into yours, drastically humping your pussy as he breathes into your neck, inhaling your scent. Images of ring shopping, of corny proposals and your beautiful crying face fill his mind. You'll look so pretty in a wedding dress, a veil covering your angelic face before he lifts it off you and proclaims your his to the world. He wants to shout it from the rooftops, tell everyone he knows. He wants to mark your body with his ownership so no one would dare touch you. He was the only one allowed to, the only one who would ever get to feel how tight you are. If this was how tight you held onto him when you were asleep, he couldn't imagine the pure bliss he'd feel when you were awake. It was to much, and he knows he should stop right now. Right now before he cums inside your caverns and marks you in ways that he'd never be able to hide.

Fuck, if he cummed now, you could get pregnant without ever knowing how. He knows you haven't been seeing anyone, and you wouldn't so long as he was near. One day soon, you'd just wake up to morning sickness and not even think twice about it. You would tell him all about how you were getting sick in the mornings, and you had no idea why. He’d tell you not to worry about it, anything to avoid you from going to the doctors so it would take you longer to figure it out. Maybe you’d call him crying once you did, and oh how could this be? It doesn’t matter, he’d take care of you. He could put a baby inside you right now, and you'd be none the wiser until you started to go round with your love child. He pushed himself up, getting in a few more long thrusts into your aching core, imagining how you'd react if he confessed. Maybe you'd be mad at first, but maybe you'd feel it was to late. He'd have left his mark in such a permanent way, and you wouldn't turn him down. He’s the perfect guy after all, he knows your friends all think so. He sees you giggling and shushing them as you walk by. You could have it all without ever working for it, all because of this moment. All he had to do was fill your womb with his seed and you’d be his forever. Unconventional, sure, but true love couldn’t wait much longer. Imagining you pregnant with his child, rubbing your hand over your bump drove him wild as the build up in his gut told him he was ready. He wanted to so bad, to flood your pussy with his semen and fall asleep while still inside you, but he still had a ounce of shame still inside him. He hated the feeling of loss as he slipped out of your unyielding sex, but as he climaxed all over your stomach he knew this was for the best.

No, he had a plan.

He knew if he was romantic, and patient, he would get this girl.

After all, look what it's gotten him so far.

Survey #322

“you will hear it when your god cries  /  you will see it when the sun dies  /  upon the altars of change”

What is your favorite nickname that you’ve had? "Bee," from my old best friend. I don't want others calling me it, though. Where did you go on the best date you’ve been on? A big arcade. It was a super fun double-date. Have you ever gotten a professional massage? No, and I don't want one. It'd be so awkward. What’s your favorite milkshake flavor? Chocolate. What act would you be most likely to perform in a talent show? I got nothin'. If you had braces, do you wear your retainers still? I don't. If you had braces, have your teeth moved since you got them off? Yep, because of the whole "not wearing my retainer" thing. Whose was the first baby shower you remember attending, and for what baby? I'm unsure. Possibly my sister's for her first daughter. Do you know anyone personally who’s lost a child? Many people. When was the last time you did something that felt like rebellion? So every now and again, I get a massive craving for soda at night, so I grab one from the kitchen and can hear my sleeping mother rightfully nagging me about it, haha... What is one present you got for your last birthday? Ashley got me this really cool skull bank that says "tattoo fund" on it, aha. I love it. What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I have a clear memory of bringing a Snorlax plushie one day. Do you remember losing your first tooth? Not my first, no. Are you afraid to pop a balloon? Not really, but it's kinda easy to make me jump just a lil bit when one is popped. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don't know. Which was better: the first The Lion King or the second? That is fucking HARD. I adore both, but I think the original is slightly better. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? I'm pretty sure none of them did. Do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? My cat, definitely. As for my snake, I'm aware that snakes' brains simply aren't developed enough for love, but she clearly trusts me. Are you proud of your body? Fuck no. I'm humiliated by it every waking moment. Watermelon or cherries? I don't like either, but if I had to pick, watermelon. Favourite brand of cookies? I don't really have a favorite brand. Have you ever stuck gum under a desk/chair? No, that shit grosses me out. When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart or just leave it? Return your goddamn cart. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? Uhhhh. I guess places I've "done it." When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? I did. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Yeah; at least, before Covid. What was your least favorite year of your life so far? Fuck 2016 into the next millenium. Do you like fried bologna? I haven't had it in so long that I don't really remember the taste. I think I would. Have you spent money on a game online? Yeah, very briefly with WoW. Mom was nice enough to refresh my subscription after the breakup (Jason paid for it prior), but from then on, I was rich enough in-game to use monthly game tokens to "pay." Do you put a line through your "7"s? Yes. What about your "Z"s? Also yes. Do you like cold pizza? Yeah, yummy. Do you like broccoli and cheese? Yessss. Toaster or toaster oven? We've always used a toaster oven. What are you most known for? Being artsy, I guess. Do you have any reputations? What are they? *shrug* What was the last thing to leave you speechless? No clue. What is the curviest part of your body? Well, I'm overweight, so it's difficult to tell where I'm naturally curvy... but I guess my hips. Even when I was at a perfectly healthy weight though, I don't think I was exceptionally curvy anywhere. What is your opinion on sex change? You are entirely deserving to feel comfortable in your own body. If you’re still a virgin, how important is your virginity to you? I'm not, though I thought I was when we were together, when we were really just using a loophole. It was a denial thing BECAUSE my virginity was so important to me. If you have lost it already, do you regret it? No. Would you take a break after graduating from high school (like, postpone going to college for a year or so)? I didn't. What regret keeps coming back to haunt you daily? Things I said to Jason. If you could cure yourself of one allergy, what would it be? Pollen. Would you ever post a picture of yourself crying on social media? No. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yeah, my most recent niece I actually held. I don't THINK I held Aubree or Ryder as newborns because I was so afraid of not doing it right and hurting them. Do you know anyone who has twins? Yeah. Are you following in the career path of any family members? No. What is your favorite country in Europe? Germany. How many times have your comments been top comments on YouTube? A few times. I rarely ever comment, but if I do, it's because I feel like I really have something worth saying. Would you ever wear a wig? I'm not opposed to it. Do you like the moon or sun more? The moon. Do you like turkey or ham more? Ham. Have you ever slapped someone’s butt? Yes. Do you think dimples are ugly? I think they're cute, actually. Have you ever deleted Facebook friends for a significant other? No. Have you ever spent the night in jail? No. Do you consider yourself a good kisser? I assume I am from experiences. Do you watch Pewdiepie? Not anymore, no. His current content doesn't interest me. The most recent thing I watched was his playthrough of The Last of Us 2, because I adore the first game and definitely wanted to see him play the sequel. I think he's pretty funny and have no personal issues against him, though then again I am so uninvolved in the fandom that I have no idea if he's done something stupid again. Do you like "Despacito?" Haha, my mind went to The Dark Den's bearded dragon before the song... I'm not a fan of it, no. Did you ever color your hair pink? No, but I absolutely want to dye it pastel pink one day. :( I even edited a picture of me "testing" different hair colors out, and pastel pink looked suuuuper pretty. Do you drink energy drinks? No, they're too strong for my taste. Do you have any subscribers on YouTube? I don't now how many I have, but I know it's below 100. Do you have a Steam account? Yeah. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No, but I enjoy the franchise. I'm not totally clear on all the lore, though. Do you like religion? Quite honestly, no. Do you swear in front of children? No. What is the next craft you are going to make? There's no telling. I don't really do crafts. What was your favorite Backstreet Boys song? Maybe "The Call." Favorite *N Sync song? I don't remember enough of them, at least not right now. Which of those two bands did you like best? The BSB, baby. Do you learn choreography easily? When I danced, I'd say I learned at a fairly average pace. What’s your favorite candy to receive on Halloween? Reeseeeeeee's. <3 Do you have a bobblehead? No. Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? No. I wouldn't tolerate that shit. What’s your favorite movie battle scene? Oh man, idk. Maybe something from Troy, though I honestly barely even remember the movie by now, haha. Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? No, actually. Who takes care of your pet(s) when you’re out of town? Hypothetically, one of my sisters would come to feed and water Roman and clean his box. I'm certain I couldn't talk either into spraying Venus' cage, though... What was the last thing you wrote down on paper? Some group work during therapy. Did you have a Walkman when you were a kid? No. What’s your favorite recipe you’ve come up with? Oh dear, I don't make those. Do you like celery? Yuck, no. By what age could you swallow pills? I dunno. A normal age. Do you like to drink alot of water? I need to drink more. :/ I've gotten better, though. For years, I literally never drank water. How I even survived, idk. How many times have you gone fishing? Countless times. Ever been to a roller-skating rink? Yeah. I loved having bday parties there as a lil'un. What do you refer to your mother as? (Mom, momma, mommy) Mom, Ma, and Mama. Have you ever swam in the ocean? Yeah, multiple times. What is the last movie that made you cry? I think the remake of The Lion King. What would you like to swim in other than water? Nothing? If you could uninvent one thing what would you chose? Damn, just one? Maybe cigarettes? Have you ever read someone's diary? Absolutely not. I respect people's privacy. Have you ever played in a waterfall? No, but that'd be dope. Who has inspired you the most in your life? Probably Mark. Is there a place where everyone who lives near you tends to hang out? Idk. Teens sure do love to hang out at Sonic, though, reving their stupid fucking trucks. Does your alarm clock wake you with music, or with an annoying buzz sound? Music. Did you make it all the way through the Oregon Trail game? Yes; I was obsessed with those as a kid. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Which one are you more scared of? I feel like being alone with a tiger would scare me most. Though let's be real, I'd probably try to pet it. Have you ever changed your favorite color? From what to what? It was originally red, but then became pink when I actually understood it was its own color. Then it was maroon forever, and now it's back to pink. On a scale of 1-10, how competitive are you? Eh, 4-6? It depends on the situation, I guess. At what age did your have your most memorable birthday? My 21st, because I was in the psych hospital for it. Yes or no: Guys in skinny jeans? Yeah, man. Yes or no: Girls with dreads? Some people can pull it off. Have you ever attended a themed b-day party? What was the theme? Oh yeah, plenty. Do you have any Eminem on your iPod/MP3 player? I do. Has anybody ever given you a promise ring? No. What do you think about putting ‘spinners’ on cars? So long as they're not too distracting, I don't care. Do what you want with your car - again, so long as it is not disruptive. What celebrity do you wish would have a big comeback? I wish poor Britney Spears could catch a goddamn break and be happy again. She's a legend that doesn't deserve to feel like a puppet. Were you outdoors or indoors more as a kid? I'd say there was a pretty even split. Do you or have you ever owned a horse? No, but I LOVE horses. Have you ever had a relationship that began via text? (weird, I know, but it happens…) Most of my relationships started through a text message. Did you believe in unicorns as a small child? I don’t think so. Would you ever date a guy with longer hair than yourself? Yeah; I have short hair anyway, and I also like long hair on guys. Do you watch the show Wizards of Waverly Place? I used to love that show. Have you ever been to the rainforest? No; humidity aside though, that would be so amazing. Bats are not spooky or are they? I think they're precious. Do you like the song "Womanizer?" I sure do, actually. Do you like ice cream cake? Not really, but I'll eat it. Do you know how to change a tire? Nope. What kind of headphones do you have? Just cheap earplugs. Do you experiment a lot with new looks on yourself? No. What were some fun experiments you did in science class as a kid? Dissecting a frog was my favorite, and doing the same with an owl pellet was also very cool. What was the last strong emotion you felt? Guilt. I lied to get out of group therapy early because I was just NOT feeling it whatsoever that day, and I hate lying. Do you use dry shampoo between washes? No. Have you ever lived with someone you didn’t get along with? No. What types of animals have you had as pets? Jeez, what haven't we had... We've had cats, dogs, snakes, rats, gerbils, a rabbit, hamsters, lizards, fish, guinea pigs... Hell, I'm probably forgetting one or two. Can you name three good things about your most recent ex? She's so creative, a real advocate for proper reptile education and appreciation, and very kind. Name three bands/artists that you hate. Uhhh The Talking Heads, Bob Dylan, and The Police. What’s the best memory you have of your father? Playing softball with him in the front yard, and when he taught me to ride a bike. Should tattoos be meaningful? You get a tattoo for whatever reason you damn well want. I don't plan on all of mine to be meaningful. Some stuff I just want because I think it's cool. Are you afraid of the dark? No. Have you ever been through a trap door? No. What's the most recent good news you’ve heard? Hm. Who was the last person in your family to have a baby? My older sister. When’s the last time you used the microwave? Last night. What’s the worst thing in your life right now? Financial struggles. Have you ever owned a tire swing? No. Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? No. Have you ever been someplace tropical? Yeah, Florida. Have Jehovah'ss witnessess ever called to your door? Yep. when was the last time you went to mass/church? I have no idea. It's been many years. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? Thank heavens no.

Pregnancy with Jin ~ BTS Headcanon

Finding Out You’re Pregnant

Jin was an absolute wreck when he found out you were pregnant, he was completely overwhelmed with emotion

Instantly he was filled with excitement, he couldn’t wait to have a baby with you

The two of you had dreamed about having children for some time, but you’d never been successful in your attempts, until now

“I can’t believe it’s finally happening for us, I’m so happy.”

Everyone in his family were thrilled, they’d been supporting you both in trying for a baby, excited it was finally happening

Jin kept his eye on you always, he wanted this for too long to risk even the smallest of incidents happening to you

He accidentally blurted the news out on a V Live one night as he struggled to contain his excitement when talking about the band’s future

The boys were over the moon too, they knew how much the two of you desired a child, and they were desperate to all be uncles

“I don’t know how we are all going to cope if this baby is too similar to Jin.”

He was always with you, he loved to go to all your appointments and scans, or just meet you for a cup of coffee to get you out of the house

Being Pregnant

You made an official announcement at twenty weeks, even if all the fans already knew the news thanks to Jin

He loved to take photos with his camera of your ever-growing bump and all the adventures you went on with it

“I really don’t think our child will appreciated being photographed at your parents?”

“It’s their first-time visiting grandma and grandpa, even if they don’t know it, it’s a huge occasion.”

His jokes were helpful in cheering you up when you were having bad days, they were perfect tool to help you smile again.

He’d persuaded himself that you were going to have a girl, he just had a feeling that the two of you would have a princess

There was never an appointment that Jin missed, he would travel from the ends of the world if it meant seeing your little one’s scan

Having a baby matured Jin immensely, he found himself taking on new responsibilities

His childish nature was still around, but he definitely took fatherhood seriously

Mealtimes, were your favourite time, nothing was better than Jin’s home cooking

“I swear this is like heaven on a plate, how do you do it?”

He was incredibly brave with your morning sickness; he knew he had to be there for you through all of the ups and downs

Cuddles were a must after sickness to try and help you get back off to sleep

Jin loved decorating the nursery, he spent hours up in the room without so much as a peep

Not knowing the gender, he decided on a zoo theme so he could buy lots of cuddly toys

Him and the boys spent hours decorating the walls especially, hand painting lots of beautiful animals to it

Sleepless nights were hard, but Jin stayed awake with you, all night if he had to

 The two of you had a little countdown in your kitchen to your due date to try and stop Jin getting too excited

All the boys were excited too, reminding you everyday how many days were to go

Jin was forever talking to the bump, he loved to know that his child could hear his voice

“You’re just going to be the cutest, luckily for you your dad is worldwide handsome.”

“I’m pretty sure their mummy is pretty cute too, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Oh yeah, you are gorgeous honey, you’ve got a sexy mum little one.”

His shirts slowly became your shirts as your wardrobe shrunk around your growing bump

Jin didn’t mind, he found it incredibly sexy whenever he saw you in his clothes

Being the elder, he liked to remind his members to look after you and the baby

They were on hand whenever you needed them to help you or do something for you

Especially the nursery, they each left their own stamp on the walls, so they knew their uncles

Their favourite thing was to tease Jin that he was probably going to be the oldest dad in the school playground, much to Jin’s disapproval

JIn always referred to your bump as ‘little one,’ it just happened to stick over time

He knew instantly whenever you were in discomfort, he could read you like a book

His long fingers would often massage your tummy to help the baby settle when they were feeling restless

“Little one, you need to calm down and give your mummy some time to sleep.”

As the two of you settled down for bed, he’d often lay with his head just above the bump for a while

His massages were amazing in helping you feel good, you had no idea how he managed it

Your little one’s first kick was huge, Jin couldn’t stop smiling for a whole week as he reminisced about it

Any chance he’d get, he’d touch your bump in the hope there would be some movement

He loved to make up songs when you couldn’t sleep, noting them down to use as lullabies in the future

His voice was dreamy, it was your favourite thing to fall asleep to

“Just sing to me for a while, I think it’s settled the little one.”

“I always knew they’d be my biggest fan; baby knows what’s good for them.”

You loved snacking, you were eating for two, and baby wanted food, they got food

There were little tubs of snacks scattered all over the house for you to help yourself to

As labour neared, Jin knew you were beginning to panic, but he was amazing in reassuring you that things would be fine

He just couldn’t wait to meet the baby, that kept him going

The two of you would sit, and just talk, express your worries and stick together as a mother and father

You had an ideal birthing plan in your head which you shared with Jin, so he knew how he could help you in the delivery suite

“Whatever you need, I’ll be on hand, you just focus on you and baby.”

He’d cuddle you all night long and reassure you that labour was going to be worth it

Any sign of labour had you worried; it was nerve wracking to know it was happening

Jin took all the time off work he could in the latter stages in order to be around in case anything was to happen

He was going to stick with you through everything, he didn’t want to leave you alone

Labour

You were sat watching a movie when you felt the sudden urge for a drink to try and ease your stomach pain

Only, when you stood up your waters broke, the panic setting in

Jin quickly leapt into action, helping you through it, eventually taking you to the hospital

“Just keep reminding yourself our little one is coming; it’s all going to be worth it jagi.”

His words were reassuring, it was a big relief to know that he was right beside you

Being in the delivery suite relaxed you as you made yourself comfortable

You suffered horrendously with your contractions, struggling to cope with the ever-increasing pain

Jin did as you’d told him, continually talking to you to try and distract you from the pain and keep you smiling

He was wracked with guilt knowing there was nothing he could to change positions

“I’m really proud of you, just keep taking it slow, big breaths and lots of smiles.”

When the time to push came around Jin was holding tightly to your hand, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead

You kept glancing at him, looking for his smile to keep you going

“It’s nearly all over, this is the last little bit and then we’ll be a proper family.”

He was terrified when it came down to it, all the confidence drained from him

It wasn’t until he heard the first cries of your baby could he breath in relief again, knowing both you and baby were safe and healthy

Jin grabbed you as you were informed you had a baby girl

You held onto him, struggling not to fall asleep in his arms as you were so tired

The baby came to you first, Jin sitting over you both, his arms wrapped around you both tightly

Your head leaned on his chest, admiring the gorgeous features your little girl possessed, your eyes, and Jin’s smile were clear

Jin was thrilled to hold her for the first time, cradling her closely, pressing kisses to the top of her head

You knew exactly what you wanted to name her after coming up with names midway through pregnancy

There were a lot of tears as the realisation set in that she was your daughter

Both of you were overwhelmed that you’d created such a beautiful baby

“I can’t wait to show you off to the world, your little face, I can guarantee you’ll be a heartbreaker when you grow up just like your daddy.”

Neither of you could bring yourselves to put her down, just wanting to see her, always

The two of you were in the sweetest, blissful bubble together

The First Few Hours

Jin reluctantly put your daughter down for a nap after a couple of hours as the tears subsided

“Oh, how does she manage to look so cute when she’s sleeping too? She’s perfect.”

“Of course she is perfect, she’s part of me and part of you.”

He quickly snapped a picture and sent it to all the boys with a lot of heart emojis to let them know they had a niece

You were continuously peering over at her, making sure she was alright, dreaming that you could get some sleep too

The boys blew up your phones with texts, begging for more photos of your little bundle of joy

happily, took all the photos in the world, saving them on an album on his phone to look back over whenever he could

“I’m already missing her and she’s only over there asleep, what’s happening?”

“It’s because you care Jin, she’s a lucky girl to have a dad like you.”

Jin sat with you for a bit, cuddling you and showering you with appreciation and love

He was on hand for anything, surprising you with a cake he’d baked a few days ago as a token of his love for you

His humour soon appeared, telling jokes, appropriately, to your daughter whilst she slept

The firsts were photographed, added to his album, feeds, changes, the whole lot were made to memories

You couldn’t wait to take her home and show her the beautiful nursery the boys had decorated

Jin was so excited to have you back home safely too so you could relax and get yourself back to your normal self

The First Few Days

You went home a day after labour to see his parent’s car pulled up on the driveway of your house

His mum quickly appeared, screaming for a look at her gorgeous granddaughter

They’d tidied the whole house, decorating it with all the cards and presents the two of you had been sent

Jin was once more there with his camera to snap the first cuddles with her grandparents

“Son, you’ve done well. Not only do you have a beautiful partner, but this little one is just perfect.”

Adjusting to life became natural after a while, your little routine worked well

The sleepless nights continued, but you didn’t mind, happily getting up just to spend some more time with your daughter when she was crying

Jin spent a limited amount of time at the studio, only popping in when he was needed, he couldn’t bare to be away from you both

The nursery was your daughter’s favourite place, she loved the feel of all her cuddly toys against her skin

Meeting The Boys

You took her to the studio a week after she was born, as the texts from the boys became unbearable, desperate to meet her

They were so excited when you walked in, all huddling around the pram to get the first peek at her adorable face

Namjoon was first, not picking her up, he was too scared, but admiring all her gorgeous features that he picked up on

Taehyung couldn’t wait to tease him once more that he was a father at such an old age

Hobi was first for cuddles, dancing around with her in his arms, showing her all around the studio she’d grow up in

“This will put her to sleep, I’ve got a magic touch when it comes to babies, they all love me.”

Yoongi was mesmerised, he’d never seen something so adorable in his life, and yet still she was a part of Jin

Jungkook couldn’t wait for cuddles, he loved to play games with her, peekaboo was his ultimate favourite, always making her smile

Jimin gave her lots of presents, he showered her with more additions that the two of you could put in the nursery

None of them wanted you to leave as it got late into the evening, trying to kidnap your daughter in one of the dorms

They were texting as soon as you leaved for baby updates and photos because they missed her little face

The Future

Jin was in awe as he watched his daughter, she changed so much just in a couple of weeks

He fell in love with you all over again, seeing you as a mother melted his heart, you were amazing

More kids were a must, he couldn’t wait to have a big family and lots of children to look after

Fatherhood changed him, everything he did he considered his daughter, she was his number one priority, always

There was never a second in the day when she wasn’t on his mind

His little family was his everything, he was the luckiest man in the world

Masterlist

“Last Friday Night”

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Why am I doing this again? Jimin thought as he fiddled with the glossy poster he brought. 

He sucked in a sharp breath as he waited behind several girls, all eagerly waiting to get something signed by the 7 handsome men on stage. He noticed he was one of the few guys in attendance and he breathed in through his nose. 

Celaena had been on loan to the Kingsman UK branch for two days, due to Lancelot being ill from food poisoning. (Note to self: Never eat at the sketchy place Eggsy’s friend Jamal recommended.) It was during that period that a signing with her favorite band was announced and Jimin decided on a whim to try to enter for her. He didn’t expect his name to be drawn, but lo and behold, he woke up a few days ago to an e-mail saying he had been chosen. 

Now he was standing in a long line with a store bought poster featuring all of the boys smiling on it, waiting for his turn. Just so he didn’t look like an idiot, he did search through their library of songs and determined he could enjoy “House of Cards” and “Am I Wrong” comfortably. 

“Sorry to be nosy Oppa, but are you really a fan of theirs?” the girl behind him asked. 

Jimin turned around and paused, deciding in the end to tell the truth. “Well my friend really loves them and she couldn’t come today. So this is a surprise to say thank you for being a wonderful friend.” He held his breath, watching the young woman’s expression.

“Oh! You’re so sweet Oppa! I’m sure she’s lucky to have you – I know my friends wouldn’t do that for me,” the girl sighed. 

Jimin nodded before facing the front and thanking the security person before being waved on stage. He unrolled the poster for the first male, a cheerful boy with a boxy smile sporting a beret. 

“Ah! Hello Hyung how are you? I’m V!” the young man chirped as he accepted the poster. 

“I’m well thanks,” Jimin replied. “Would you please sign this for my friend Celaena? She couldn’t come today and I wanted to surprise her.”

V looked up from uncapping his pen and he clasped Jimin’s hands in his, eyes shining brightly. “Aww Hyung is so thoughtful! I hope she is well and can come next time!” 

Jimin nodded as he produced a sample paper with Celaena’s name on it for V to reference. Once the younger male finished signing, he passed the poster to the next male, happily announcing that Jimin was their elder. 

“Hi Hyung so who is this Celaena?” the redhead asked, a twinkle in his eye. “C’mon Hyung, pictures please!”

Jimin froze and tried to jog his memory as he pulled out his phone. Did he have a picture of her? Well maybe there was one from their first mission...? He scrolled through and found it – it had been a final fitting photo that the tailor sent to him to ensure that it fit the event she was attending. She wore a minimal amount of make-up in the shot, not that she needed it, but even then she looked breathtaking in the dress.

“Yah yah yah! Whoa that’s her?!” the redhead blurted out as he took Jimin’s phone from him. He showed off the picture to V and the quiet male on his right. 

“Oh she looks familiar, did she go to one of our concerts?” the redhead asked as he handed the phone back. 

“Yeah...think she invited me to that one,” Jimin confessed as he realized that the redhead was the sexy one who kept shooting looks at Celaena while dancing provocatively during the music.

“Hobi, she’s probably taken,” the quiet male to the right of him remarked. 

The redhead pouted at that suggestion before signing the poster and whining to his neighbor about being a killjoy. 

The quiet male scanned the other two member’s messages to Celaena before uncapping his pen and writing her name neatly. He scribbled a polite greeting afterwards before passing the poster down and extending his hand to Jimin for a handshake. 

Jimin took both of the younger male’s hands in his and the other leaned closer, lowering his voice. 

“Please forgive Hobi for his forwardness,” he said. “You do what is right Hyung, but I think you care about her more than just as a friend.”

“Welcome back, did you eat yet?” Jimin greeted the young woman as she dumped her bag onto his desk.

Celaena shook her head as she yawned, then groaned, sinking into his guest chair. “The time difference is killing me,” she huffed. “No – after I heard what happened to Roxy, I was not taking chances with that Jamal guy that proposed the last dining place. I told him I was on a diet, which got him off my back about a group dinner together. Ugh, I wanna eat but I wanna sleep too.”

Jimin rose from his seat, holding the rolled poster behind his back. The action was not missed by Celaena, who blinked the sleep out of her eyes as best as she could and frowned as she tried to see what he was hiding.

“What’s that Grandpa?”

“I’ll cook you dinner then you can sleep,” Jimin promised. “This is a small token to say thank you for being a good partner and kind friend.” He produced the poster and unrolled it, passing it over to Celaena.

Her eyes widened when she saw the faces and gasped when she saw 7 messages beginning with her name, 6 in Korean and 1 from RM in English. She looked from the poster to Jimin, then back to the poster. 

“How did you...?”

“Entered the drawing for the signing and was chosen – no back door hacks I swear!” Jimin confessed as he held his hands up. “I got a lot of funny looks today and that Hope guy was asking for your picture. Thankfully the mint-haired guy – can’t remember his name – told him to stop.”

Celaena laughed as she pictured poor Jimin interacting with all of the guys one-by-one. Perhaps he’d get along swimmingly with Suga and RM but the others... She rolled the poster up and placed it on her bag, moving quickly toward him for a hug. 

“Grandpa, I owe you one for tolerating it – you were probably the only boy there, right?” she asked.

“Ah...there were a few guys, but maybe if you count on one hand,” Jimin sighed. “I think all of them drew attention to us when it was our turn. Everyone kept saying, ‘Oh Hyung is so nice’ and ‘She’s lucky’ – even some people behind me!”

“Well, thank you. Does that dinner offer still stand?”

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here the FAWK she ( the semi-finished masterlist of all my characters ) is ! took way too long but hopefully as you proceed to click on the linque below you’ll know why smh but yep ! i’ll be adding their pages on my account when i’m done with them soon i hope and maybe come back with a bunch of connections for each character but for now this is all i got & smash this like or im me for plots i’d love to get on those finally xx

reintroducing amanda wheeler;  intro & info page.

queen of irony. rich post- faux country gal who’s a loud homosexual and writes hetero fics/has an indie het smut for the absolute shits and giggles. dates a married woman she’s utterly in love with and will pull the life support cord for. said to be possessed by a possessed flapper. cute and knows it even though she looks like a republican. socially open & everywhere. morally grey.

reintroducing imogen yates; intro & info page. ( tw violence )

the grey area between your mom friend and your drunk aunt. happily vegan & owns a vegan restaurant called the fork, alt. the vegan cult’s lair. won’t kill you, but will convince you she really wants to. local brat tamer. minds her business via minding others. clashed head-first into nature’s very own reset button: amnesia. used to be satan and traumatized everyone. disgustingly active and accomplishing.

reintroducing ethan holland; intro & info page. ( tw suicide )

he is a sk8r boi, she said see ya later boy ( and meant it. they’re dating now. hey lourdes ! ) a nice person, so nice he doesn’t realize how fake he sounds/is. a certified headass. previously a bully/bully enabler, current guilty fuck. #torn. does the most for his loved ones. doesn’t remember his own birthday. googled foot fetishes once. trolls stan twitter with his fake selena gomez stan account when tumblr crashes. burned a sue of cide note with his name scribbled on it.

reintroducing sebastian miller; intro & info page ( tw violence )

kazimer sokolov whom. russian ex-cult member well-adjusted into a mundane life via lies, a fake canadian accent he’s ‘trying to get rid of’, being a twilight saga aficionado and a dickwad, a lame record store and a tumblr blog to keep himself sane by maintaining a general aesthetic and shitting on people and every discourse out there. knives/books sniffer. allegedly fucked a moose. probably kinkshames as a way to deal with his own “kinks” aka please keep the dead bodies away. ( im kidding i swear but [redacted] )

reintroducing prudence zima; intro & info page ( tw death )

parents died in a fire when she was two months old and it shows. idolizes avril lavigne & her favorite movie is lords of dogtown for aesthetics references. dude. social leech or effortless networker ? both. remains in her lane regardless. cry-types probably. here for a good time, not a long time. steals your stash and smokes you out with it. avid dick connoisseur. minimum effort lifestyle. either on her way to become a manager of some one hit wonder band that finds it’s demise in a freak accident, a drug dealer or god forbid, a guidance counselor; depends. mild cool girl syndrome. 

reintroducing jennifer meade; intro & info page ( tw death, violence and abuse )

bi/pussy muncher and proud misandrist, first and foremost. remembers killing her brother very fondly. the one girl in a room to call when you want to kill a bug and you’re relieved until she kills it with her bare hand. tops. unstable & chaotic evil, respectively. the ginger devil. biased and has her minion whom she invests a great deal of her time in brain washing and obsessing over. supposedly here to make amends but that’s not happening any time soon.

reintroducing margot williams; intro & info page ( tw mental illness )

deserves better. very gay. all her friends are heathens xtra, take it slow. corrects typos in the gc. a nerdy editorial assistant daydreaming about publishing houses instead of the magazine she works for. lowkey shy and she’s angry about it. goes off if she must. jacks off to #knowledge and yuri anime. helps with homework and essays and takes the kids out. deadpan because we’re original but she swears it’s just the face & unresolved trauma. stans her therapist. unofficial older sister.

reintroducing chandler accardi; intro ( re-written ) & info page

needs to do better. dropped out of college for culinary school then dropped out of that too. was engaged to an absolute goddess he ultimately wronged ( with her damn best friend, bitch disgostin* ) and got kicked out to the curb. currently residing in the couch of his sister until things are resolved. thot-by-default & annoying. has like three ( 3 ) redeeming qualities. has never been told to shut up and it shows. works at buzzfeed.

reintroducing abel gautier; intro & info page

french and “confused”. lives a minimalist n’ expensive life. if american psycho & french kiss were the same movie. wine sniffer. the devil bakes croissants. will watch you die. takes grudges to the afterlife. gets attached but either ruins it or ruins it to spare everyone, himself included. falls in love a lot but knows how to calm the fuck down. very giving, fortunately. manipulative but isn’t too wild about bending everything to his will. 

reintroducing simini gale; intro & info page ( tw abuse, violence & mental illness )

token white actress & character in rosie’s show. [ britney vc ] its me.... against dissociation. a loud mess with an intense mental state and anger issues dulled out by her prescribed meds and whatever pill she got in the bottom of her manager’s purse. dependent and distraught about it. grocery shopping for garbage food and attending comedy stand up shows half drunk as a hobby. stable ? where. very nice and super flighty. heels are hot. wishes she could fight someone without feeling the urge to actually fight someone. 

reintroducing calvin o’shea; intro & info page ( tw mental illness )

it’s not just the depression more than the incredible self hatred. walks into rooms with his bad energy, grumpy mood and cunty attitude. graduated college just to shut his dad up. wants to die harder than edward cullen. just doesn’t give a shit. has a baby named freddie mercury ( also known as the antichrist, with alanis, his mortal literal enemy whom he absolutely despises and will not hesitate to put his dick back in again lbr ) who will probably grow up to talk shit about his parents whom he also mentioned in his tell-all book on ellen. works at his family’s bookstore that sucks the life energy out of college students nearing a mental breakdown.

reintroducing isabel pavia; intro & info page ( tw drug use )

contemporary dances her feelings away. too ambitious for her own good but knows what she’s doing. in a goth ass secret society ( here ) a.k.a her new found purpose. knows everything eventually. oddly trustworthy. doesn’t know what speaking loudly is, let alone yelling. loves the moon & has that moon app. had to take painkillers when she twisted her ankle very badly and would take them for a while for stress and performance reasons, but has stopped. a quiet angel. 

reintroducing anastasia zeller; intro & info page

ambitious/multi-talented asshole. horror trash & an emotional/mental maze which translates well into her weird works on no sleep reddit and current horror comedy podcast. ( click here for info ). needs a therapist according to a friend, whom she dropped for saying that. will bite your head off. obsessed with her works to an unhealthy point. would love to establish a company and stuff out of it and is working on that. healthy relationships are a semi-foreign concept.

reintroducing morgan booker; intro & info page ( tw death )

vape-curious and takes photos of ghost towns and abandoned-everythings because #vision. had a roadtrip phase like the fake deep idiot he is. morally grey. genuinely here for a good laugh and spreading joy in the form of hover-friendships and taking lit candids of his friends. knows shit and comes off as a creep sometimes but does he really care. knows your mom’s name. lives in a disused hospital bc he’s marinating on that aesthetic. 

reintroducing bowie harmon; intro & info page ( tw drug use & abuse )

part of a duo in a web series as the anxious n’ cackling mess. showcases her depressión & anxieté by her colorful wigs n’ new hair dyes. painful receptionist at a tattoo parlor. recovering addict who advocates for drug use. thinks tattooing a ruler on someone’s dick one day would be the peak of her accomplishments as a tattoo artist. daily bad decisions. “ it’s complicated. ” when asked about literally any relationship she has with anyone in her life. traumas include her failed singing career. an ex viner-by-association.

reintroducing shaheen bin baz; intro & info page ( tw violence & mental illness )

the physical deception of going through hell in a short amount of time with zero mental durability to begin with during midterms. trigger-anxious. will shoot your toes off your foot if caught off guard. aided in criminal operations with the brilliance of his mind in codes. would not mind dying. seasons your food. waters his crops in his balcony garden. the grey area between a super laidback dude and a crackhead with violent tendencies. nearing a mental breakdown probably. 

reintroducing minka abbott-santos; intro & info page ( tw abuse )

defeats the evil stepmom stereotype one breath at a time. the human embodiment of a deer. gothic angel. alarmingly gets black swan. type to wake up to her staring at you from an armchair across the room, but lovingly, with a book she was reading in hand and two hot cups of tea; she was waiting to start the day with you. spooky until you get to know her and even more spookier when she’s ( note: calmly ) pissed but that’s extremely rare. gentle voice, soul and everything.

reintroducing reuben faulkner; intro & info page ( tw abuse & violence  )

rekt hell prince. lived in an amish community with his family until he got kidnapped away from home when he was seven into an awful living situation. doesn’t remember if the gas leak that happened five years later and killed everyone was his doing or not. knows where his real family is after months of tracking them down but. blood kink under investigation. shady bouncer at a shady club. has issues he has no care or time to diminish. fights for the shits and giggles. leaves texts at read. leaves you alone for your own good and his own sanity. 

reintroducing alexandra turunen;  info page

wants to do everything and be everything and doesn’t know what to do with herself ( read: post-graduation identity crisis ) currently investing in a motorcycle for no reason. essentially jobless. a “retired” kathryn merteuil who “outgrew” her cunning ways since highschool but really only found new socially destructive interests. appears to be self-possessed but she’s #shaken. doesn’t care about how well she presents herself anymore after getting rejected by four universities and refusing to accept her father’s offer to pull some strings to get her in one. sleeps a lot. 

reintroducing giuseppe del vecchio;  info page ( tw death & drug use  )

goes by pepe because well. son of italian oil peeps & is extra. said to be in a cult when all he’s in is this extra ass dining club that does the most for initiation ceremonies. ready to fall in love with you. goes to the king’s college in london and studies business & changes his minor way too often for everyone’s liking. into everything and will be down to do whatever. faux deep. mischievous shit. incredibly unbiased. had his rawrk n’ roll phase that died along with someone in a club literally. still has it but he knows god now & less drugs.

reintroducing kelian scott;  info page ( tw death & drug use  )

a father/father figure who tries™. runs a mechanic shop/chop shop because bad decisions and dire needs ( had his son to send to school and his daughter who passed away due to a disease he couldn’t afford to treat even after turning his shop into a chop shop. his wife then left him ). stares into the distance. wants the best for the kids but one of them is a junkie ( he doesn’t know yet ) and the other -- his niece -- is an orphan he’s worried about. thinks ahead 24/7. needs to pull out of this dull n’ depressing daily routine he has fallen into like the basic ass divorced dad he is. 

reintroducing sal presley;  info page

smexy trace & fingerprint detective. talks. the perfect illusion to bring home to your parents and friends. gets shit done which is both a good thing and a bad thing. looks calm, collected n’ well-rested but isn’t. his actual name is salvatore but no. knows how to mix drinks and more; used to showcase his multi-talented ass to make his ( currently ex ) fiancée look good now just himself. was engaged three times; two of those times with the same person. obsessive; gets into his job a little too intensely for no reason but #justice and maybe something else whom knows. loses sleep at least two nights a week as a habit at this point. has an extended family back home he misses occasionally. wishes he could calm down truly. 

(This is very long and basically I’m throwing most of my not-human OCs at your beautiful Elsewhere Uni and seeing what happens because I am addicted to Elsewhere University. Um, quick background based on the universe these guys are from - vampires are a lot like Fae in that they have a ‘true’ form except they start out as humans and then get infected with the vampire curse, werewolves are locked in a time-cycle that resets every full moon, witches have various specialties but can be Really Extremely Powerful (see Lady Stormcaller) and people with giant blood are immune to any and all magic.) Thank you for this, this is awesome, hope I didn’t muck anything up!)

They have an odd relationship with Elsewhere’s Court, a tense and uncertain kind of mutual respect. Places like the University attract people like the Dauntless crew, places where strange is normal and normal is strange, where the crows are too intelligent and superstitions aren’t so silly. Nobody can recall when they showed up, although a few of the professors do remember a time when the Crew wasn’t at the University.

Sometimes, when strange, wicked Other things come crawling towards the University, the Crew will disappear for a few nights, and the baying of the Court’s hounds will be joined by the howls of wolves and the screeches of…something. This is their home too, after all, even if some of the students go missing after talking too loudly in the library. Locke’s clothes are too dark, and shadows seem to coil around his hands and feet. He’s kind enough, but his smile is a shade to predatory and his movements are too silent and too fluid to be wholly human. They don’t like him much, and he doesn’t like Them either, so the two parties stay out of each other’s way. He’s unhealthily fearless too - has a passion for nighttime wandering of rooftops and secluded corridors that should have gotten him vanished already - but every so often he shows up with a not-human in tow, who might be a man and who definitely has black eyes (how many is up for debate). He has an uneasy relationship with the crows - he ignores them and they ignore him. He switched majors twice before now, but it seems he’s finally settled on Criminal Justice, following the old principle of “keep your enemies closer”. Vifil is a music major, a boy with the lovely voice and the talented fingers that danced on strings drew Them closer with every note. It didn’t occur to Them that he was so good because he’d had so long to practice - centuries, in fact - until they saw that underneath the rough burn scars that wrapped around his torso, his chest didn’t move to breathe. Once They noticed that, they saw the faint reddish light in his eyes and the way his teeth were just a shade too long, and his audiences seemed to evaporate. He still sang of salt and iron, though, of ancient wooden ships and stormy seas. He doesn’t go out in the sun, not ever, and he always sits in the coldest corner. Camille is the PoliSci major and girl who dances with shadows, red hair fanning out like flames behind her. She doesn’t sing well, Vifil once joked that her singing voice was comparable to a horse with a throat infection, but she’s a lovely flutist and an incessant flirt. No one is certain if she’s sleeping with Vifil or Locke (it’s both, and the boys occasionally take a night all to themselves as well - or all three of them will get together), and no one is brave enough to ask. The Gentry keep their distance from her like all the rest, taking note of her too-sharp smile and the red glint in her eyes. They’ve seen the inhuman silhouettes on the rooftops, though, and they don’t take kindly to it. These humans have already been claimed by the Fair Folk, they say without words. You cannot have them. Camille respects that much, if nothing else, although the occasional biology or chemistry major will go missing if they ask too many questions. The Gentry don’t much care about that. Slip is an enigma, the Culinary Arts student with a medicinal bent. They’re difficult to talk about - nobody can be quite certain if they’re referring to them or Them when the two are mentioned in the same conversation. But Slip is a kind and helpful soul who laughs at bad jokes and stitches up wounds without question and adds extra salt to whatever they’re making (“freely given,” always freely given) - or no salt at all, but that would cost you a favor. Their favors could be simple, a painting or a story or a poem (they’re a lot like Them, they like art but especially about the sea). Their favors can also be not-so-simple, a piece of semi-precious metal (never silver) a talisman, a sentimental token. Nobody can tell why they collect these things (really, they are so very much like the Gentry), but Slip is often far easier to deal with than They are, despite the sharp smile and the red glint in their eyes. Slip values the material, and the material is easier to replace. Amber is strange, but humanly so - she talks to herself, doesn’t quite get all the social cues there are to get, and keeps bright orange noise-canceling headphones in her bag. That’s part of the reason she and the Gentry don’t get along, but you suspect another part of it has to do with the way the bunsen burners light up without being turned on, or the way the heaters kick into high gear when she’s around. Salt and iron line her doors and windows, and there’s a copper disk hung above the door. Nobody asks about it, and her things never go missing. She’s actually quite good at finding lost things, even though she’s blind and by all rights, shouldn’t she lose things more often? She’s a guide for the high schoolers who come through, looking for a University. She hasn’t lost a student yet. Maybe it’s because the myths she hasn’t lived through, she’s read over and over again. Avali is loud and quiet at the same time - rarely speaking, but when he does he commands attention by sheer volume. He disappears with the full moon, and when he does you can hear howling in the woods. He keeps to himself but he can hear you whisper from down the hall, and he always seems to know when someone’s talking shit. The first time, you might get a bit of red paint on your door. The second time, it won’t be paint, and it won’t be just the red, either. The third time, you become another name on a missing person form, unless you are very, very lucky. They may not like the Gentry much, but they respect them. On the other hand, if he likes you, you might find a piece of iron jewelry slipped under your door. Egil is quieter than his brother but just as forceful. His eyes are strangely yellow, and he has scars on his face and arms. His hearing is almost as good, but he’s almost an afterthought in his brother’s shoulder, despite being the elder (by all of twelve minutes). His eyes are better, though, and if his brother hears you and doesn’t like what you’re saying, those yellow eyes of his will show up in your dreams after you wash off the red paint. The air always smells like ozone around Thunderstrike. Her lover appears on rare occasions, a red-bearded man who makes the air crackle. She can’t use computers - they short out whenever she comes near, but she eats the over-salty french fries like candy, and always feeds the crows. Stay indoors when the lightning starts to flash, and you’ll be fine - just remember she earned that name Thunderstrike, no matter how little power it holds over her. Selam’s eyes aren’t yellow, green, or even hazel - in fact, they’re dark brown - but there’s a lamplike quality to them all the same. She’s more fun than the twins, more likely to laugh at your jokes (especially the puns - she loves puns) and less likely to trick you into owing her a favor like Torrir or Slip. She’s an engineer, specializing in prosthetics - the one the replaces her missing arm changes every few weeks or so, but it always looks sharp and spindly and a little bit wrong. Aoife healed the wings of a crow once, and she hasn’t gotten lost since. Sunlight clings to her pale hands and her freckled arms, and she can always be relied upon for a band-aid, a gauze, or stitches - sometimes free of charge, but her prices are more conventional than some others. She might ask for homework help, a shiny bracelet or a few chocolates (the chocolates go to her girlfriend), but not for names or souls or old bones (she collects the bones herself, and names and souls are useless to her). She’s from the Old Country, an ancient Ireland that never quite existed except in hushed stories told around campfires, and she knows the rules like the palms of her hands. She often plays the Gentry’s games, but never bets more than she can heal (she bet two of her fingers once, and the one she lost grew back within a month). She disappeared for a week once and came back with a fine pair of earrings. Since then, she’s treated more of the Court’s injured than she can recall. An uneasy truce is still a truce, after all. Lady Stormcaller is as fearsome as the Gentry themselves, a woman who has toppled castles with a gesture and devastated islands with a scream. Her hair gleams silver in the moonlight, and she keeps enough iron on her person to arm a platoon. Most of it is knives, some of it lives in the old walking stick she carries around. She vanished shortly after arriving, leaving storm clouds and scorch marks in her wake. Sometimes, war screams and wild laughter will echo back from the depths of the Elsewhere - ignore them. She has a score to settle and a husband to avenge. Valla is tall and fierce, and magic holds no hold over her - old blood runs strong in her veins, the blood of giants, heroes, and conquerors. She is a warrior with bloody hands and cold eyes, and a storyteller with songs and sagas on her lips. She walks a fine line with Gentry, trading small favors for a poem or a song. She followed one of Them into the Elsewhere once, to pay for the death of a mother-turned-murderer, and came home with a new language to teach. Torrir is gentler than his sister, and slow to anger, but also far slower to forgive. Those who are quick of temper must also be quick to forgive, but patient folk have long memories. Amber’s fires splash off him like water, and he collects favors almost without meaning to, offering advice to anyone who complains aloud. Like his friends, he never asks for much, but something about him is just ever so slightly off. Temple asks too many questions. His eyes are red, but his teeth are normal and he doesn’t hide from the sun - quite the contrary, he revels in it. He’s tall and strong and beautiful, but his lover is the jealous type so it’s just as well his loyalty is so fierce. The Gentry are wary of him - danger births danger, as the saying doesn’t quite go, and the Lady is dangerous enough without her son at her side. One-Eye was a captain once, the captain of a beautiful ship, and he’s still the captain of her crew. He’s a creature of logic and rules and impossibilities all wrapped up in one (so really, is it any wonder he chose Law as his major?), and that mangled eye of his sees more than it should (but don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret he’s killed to keep). The voices he hears aren’t always human, and they aren’t always strictly heard, either. He doesn’t have much to trade - he sold his soul long ago, for something far more precious than knowledge - but he was human once, and humans can fight dirty all they like. He’s never lost that particular ability, but sometimes it’s fun to see just how far he can stretch the rules before they break. He always feeds the crows, though, and crosses running water whenever he sees it. The salt in his pockets comes from ancient seas, and the iron was forged into cold steel - he was a dangerous man once, and only the second half of that has changed.

A few people have mentioned that some students never seem to graduate. The Dauntless Crew is a few of the more... corporeal of these.

PRACTITIONERS

“Men’s hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature.” -Flemeth, Dragon Age

Worshipped. Derided. Respected. Hunted. Your sort’ve been all kinds of things, over the eons. Oh, don’t be shy. Could smell it on you, right across the room - MAGIC. Rolling off you, the real deal. Don’t you worry, now, I can keep a secret. And you’re endangered. Most places, anyway. Here, though, here, you’ll be among friends. Colleagues, at least. Fellow students of the Craft. Those precious few souls who can feel the ebb and flow of the arcane. It’s in your blood, rushing along. In the grimoires you’ve collected, the charms on your wrists. The sigils scrawled on your walls, the compass in your pocket, those herbs in your garden. You seek it, strive for it; magic’s a taste that’s easy to acquire. Sticks in your teeth, doesn’t it? And every scrap just leaves you starving for more.

That’s what’s keeping you in town, yeah? Like all the rest. You knew it, the moment you arrived, you must’ve; couldn’t help catching that sweetness on the air, felt that spark on your skin, the susurrussin’ in your ear. There’s power, just swirling ‘round this place. Pulls your type right in. Like moths to flame. Might be an unkind way to put things, but it’s right enough. Magic’ll burn you up, if you’re not careful - a tough thing to be, when there’s so damn much to learn, to try, to stumble into. But you must know that well enough, by now.

Whether you were raised into it or muddled along all on your lonesome, that’s the first damn lesson any PRACTITIONER learns: ALWAYS WILL SOMETHING BE DEMANDED. A good cantrip’ll put a tingling in your fingertips, a prickle right behind your eyes. An advanced spell, now, that could need sleeping off for days. Or keep you up all week, staring into the gaping nights, no peace to be found. You get real ambitious, well - magic costs. Magic always, always costs. You’d best figure out how much you’re willing to pay.

While Practitioners are born and live and die like your average human, their strange days are shaped by some unique circumstances.

Only a precious few can grasp the power of magic. While it does seem to run in FAMILIES, even in the most magical of bloodlines, not every child will have the knack. Often, it manifests with no clear rhyme or reason to it; seemingly at RANDOM. It’s thought, by the sorts of folks who think on this sort of thing, that significant exposure to the energy of the Craft - especially at a young age - has some sort of formative influence on a person’s magical potential. But who can say, really?

While they are not bound to follow it, a Practitioner will usually display a natural bent towards one of the great SCHOOLS: Divining, Glamours, Abjuration, Conjuration, Enchantment, or Psionic Magic. There are specialists within most Schools, such as enchanters who dedicate themselves to magical herbalism, or dispellers, glamourists who focus their studies on unraveling illusions.

While the amount of preparation depends on the spell and the Practitioner, magical acts always require a mixture of MATERIAL, ACTION, and INTENT. The intent, well, that’s about the caster’s clarity of mind, their focus on the task at hand and its purpose. The action, that could be whatever gesture they employ to direct the spell. A breath, released at the right moment, a thumb pressed into warm candlewax, bare feet walking circles in the dirt. The material is a physical object that helps the Practitioner to channel their Crafting. This can be as simple as candles and chalk, as special as a drop of ectoplasm or a wyrm’s scale. Magic that does not require such preparation is called RAW magic; this is beyond human Practitioners, and is the preserve of more peculiar beings, such as SHIFTERS and CHANGELINGS.

Another thing a Practitioner can practice their way to is a measure of SIGHT - the RAW ability to perceive magical presence, the sort that would otherwise go unnoticed. Any Practitioner has the capacity to develop this gift, but it does take work. Once they’ve learned to See, they’ll be able to sense any kind of Crafting they’re familiar with; and, no, it’s got precious little to do with how your eyes work. The Sight’s a prickle on your skin, a strange taste shimmering on your tongue. The experience varies between Practitioners, but it can be damn disorienting, especially for those new to the power. Even a Practitioner talented in the Sight is only going to get a feel for magic they know, such as a spell from a School of theirs, or some Crafting done by a close friend. Beyond that? Into the realms of faerie glamour and TAINTED imbuement? They’ll walk right on by, like any REGULAR. The use of a token enchanted with a little Sight can help clear things up, sure. But those are damn hard to come by...

Words have power, this any Practitioner knows; and few words carry such weight as TITLES and names, TRUE NAMES.

TITLES Witches, warlocks, wizards, mages, sorcerers - the magically inclined get called all sorts of things, a good few of them none too polite. Among themselves, they are referred to collectively as PRACTITIONERS. They are the artisans of a craft, though they work with materials few others can use. Indeed, they often refer to their work as the CRAFT; magic is their trade, their art, their Calling.

When speaking of themselves, magic users go by many titles. While members of a single Coven may take similar titles, it is still understood that the choice is up to the individual. Among all the titles a Practitioner may take, few hold the controversy of “witch.” Many find the term a slur, an insult that harkens back to the days of the witch trials. Others seek to reclaim the name. In the end, your magic’s yours - own it.

THE NAMED Every Practitioner has the potential to discover their TRUE NAME. Not all do, fearing that double-edged sword will cut too deep. A Naming must be sought, with intent and dedication. How that’s gone about is up to who’s doing the seeking, but it’s always a journey of self-discovery; a long, winding road, stretching on for years. Decades, even. Whether their Name finds them, somewheres along the way, or they find it - tough to say. A bit of both. However it comes, they know it when it does, recognize it as their own. Sure, you don’t need to be Named to be a capable Practitioner. But, to be a great one…

Families rich in the Craft teach their children about True Names, encouraging them to find their own. They’ll have something of a headstart on Practitioners who grew up without that guidance. Still, regardless of the help and resources at hand, it’s extremely rare for someone’s Name to settle before they reach their early twenties; mid-twenties to mid-thirties is more typical. Others take much longer. Then there are those who just don’t go looking. Their trepidation is understandable; being Named offers great strength, and devastating vulnerability. For some, the risks simply outweigh the benefits.

Once it’s found, a True Name is yours for life. Well, alright, there’s a few who say it’s not so concrete as all that. It’s rumored that a Name can change if its owner sets out on a new path, transforming the personal qualities that used to define them. Then there’s the tales of Practitioners who abandon their True Name, preventing the forces of evil from abusing their secret. Such an act, if possible, would be a great sacrifice - it’d certainly have a profound impact upon a Practitioner’s connection to their magic. Might even sever them from their Craft. But that’s all just stories. And stories don’t mean a thing, do they?

THE COMMUNITY

COVENS

Practitioners know well the tolls magic use can take on their bodies. Ambitious spells—or even small spells, for the inexperienced—can leave the caster incapacitated for hours, even days. Such vulnerability is dangerous. Covens arose first as a means to band together for safety from REGULARS and the rest; while their function has evolved over the centuries, their necessity as a first line of protection remains. An exhausted Practitioner can be watched over and cared for by others in the coven, kept safe from any enemies they’ve made, from fellow townsfolk to spookier sorts of neighbors.

The structure of modern Covens varies as widely as Crafting culture does; so, very widely indeed. In size, they can range from a handful of family members, bound by blood, to thousands of Practitioners, linked through blogs and texts and video calls. A Coven may have a singular leader, bearing a noble title passed down through the generations. Or they might cast votes together, all equal in deciding the direction of their works and resources. Nashville is home to several Covens, each with a unique story to tell.

Follow along to meet the COVENS of Nashville, as they currently stand.

THE COVENLESS Then there’s those Practitioners who stand apart, have their own back. They’ve all got their reasons. Good ones, usually, as there’s some genuine dangers to being Covenless. Used to be keener, back in the days of witchfinders and torch-wielding villagers. It can still be comforting to have a Coven to rely on when a Practitioner is worn out from casting, unable to defend themselves; but people don’t much believe in magic anymore, so the Covenless generally feel they have less to fear, even at their weakest. For others - the sort who’ve trod on some powerful toes - this is a grave problem, and so they’re forced to seek protection from somebody else, someone familiar with their concerns. Not many meet that description.

There are many viable sources of protection for one of the Covenless, from the graces of the FAIR FOLK to the ranks of the PACK. It’s rare for supernaturals to associate with Coven Practitioners; those casters have allies, powerful allies, who would take their side if a dispute arose. The Covenless, however, have no such allies. Less intimidating and more desperate, a Covenless Practitioner is easier to keep to terms - and deal with, should the relationship go sour. For that reason, it’s common for the Covenless to bargain out an agreement with a lone WOLF or a faerie Court, bartering their services in return for protection. Even Covenless without enemies are likely to seek such arrangements, if for no reason other than added security.

There is little love lost between the two factions of human Practitioners. As Covens often seek to recruit new Practitioners into their ranks, anyone Covenless by choice is seen as some sort of pariah. While most Covens will at least do a little trade with their untethered brethren, more old-fashioned, snobbish types tend to find the Covenless suspicious and distasteful. At best, they’ll sell their magical services to the Covenless at a marked up rate. At worst, they’ll simply refuse. Members only. But there’s always other ways to get ahold of whatever you might need...

SUPPLY AND DEMAND Back in the day, a Practitioner trading in magical goods - from glamoured corn to enchanted combs - was likely to find a Guardian stalking up to their door. The freedom to sell products or services with any magic to them quickly cropped up after the OFFICE was founded, and an answer was found: LICENSES. So long as you’ve got yourself one of those, be you Covened or Covenless, you can carry on more or less as you please. Subject to regular check-ins and properly filed paperwork, of course. If anything goes awry with your sold Crafting, that’ll leave you unlicensed for a probationary period. A second strike, and you’re out. Permanently. A mark next to your name, in the Office’s books. If you’ve been blacklisted, or would simply prefer to keep your doings off the books for whatever reason, there’s always the underground market. Risky, but. Lucrative.

Licensed or unlicensed, most Practitioners get by on a mixture of mundane dayjobs and Crafting, as their magical ability and bank accounts permit. Nashville’s Covens have certainly acquired a real entrepreneurial spirit since the Office sprung up. Most run a shop or two of some sort, selling useful materials and the fruit of their Craft. These spots tend to be Coven secrets; tucked away in dark corners, known only by word of mouth. Others have open doors, bright signs, and familiar staff who’re always ready with a smile. To the unaware, these establishments look no different from any other bakery, bookstore, or pawnshop you might wander on into. The magic that keeps the Regular customers coming back is hidden in plain sight: baked into pie crusts, stamped on tattered covers, little charms that a benevolent Coven takes joy in sharing with the community. For the Coven’s members, allies, and the cautiously accepted Covenless, there’s a separate menu. A back room. And the promise of protection, such locations guaranteed to be laced with warding magic. When managed by savvy hands, Coven enterprises can make quite a mark - those CANDLISHES would be the finest example, around town. Vast or modest, Coven treasuries are typically divided between supporting members, paying into those Office coffers, and acquiring more magical resources. Those might be purchased from wandering salespeople, venerable dealers, or companion Covens around the world.

Still, for all their connections, there are some things that Coven shopmasters will struggle to acquire. Fae blood, Shifter saliva, ectoplasm - they’re tricky to come by. The Covenless, generally on better terms with supernatural sorts, tend to have an easier time getting ahold of such items. For a price, of course. The more business-savvy among the Covenless can corner the local market on these valuable curiosities, working out a supplier’s deal with their more peculiar contacts. Then, of course, there’s talents. You can only ever get good at so much, and that’s even truer with the Craft than most things. If the Covenless can supply, Covens in need of rarer goods and more niche services are simply forced to do business. Begrudgingly.

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