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thotsforvillainrights · 3 years ago

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~Pivitol~

Summary: You can always count on your coworker and friend Yuko to help you short out your emotions while giving some good advice as well. After your little phone call it was time to have a heart to heart with Kai. The night is winding down. This is your last night here for a little bit after all. Why not open up?

Chapter: 15

Warnings: None

You tried to focus while in the shower but a feeling of guilt came over you for a split second. This was the first real time you managed to make Kai sad in the relationship. For someone as stoic as him, he always managed to show you his real side occasionally when alone together. You had never seen him more disappointed than tonight when at the dinner table. However, a part of you was threatening to smack yourself over it. Why should you have to give up this job you got in Japan and your entire apartment just to move in with him? He should move in with you instead! Suddenly the thought of Kai being cooped up in your little apartment while you were at work made you laugh. He’d probably be in there cleaning everything from head to toe until you’d come home from work. If he learned how to cook better, maybe he’d make dinner. Yeah...maybe it wasn’t a good idea if he lived with you. Still, you can’t just up and leave everything for him. Knowing him, he’d literally buy you a car to travel to and from work with. but that wouldn’t do much good either because he’d probably complain about not seeing you enough anyway. Pops would be ecstatic at the thought of having you here! The old man already welcomed you with such open arms that he left you alone with Kai in the house for 2 days straight. He speaks so highly of you so you know he really feels for you. It wouldn’t be so bad now that you thought about it, but you didn’t want to let go of that sense of independence so soon. What would Yuko think? You immediately finished your shower, dried off, and changed into pajamas before peeking out the doorway and seeing Kai not in the room. You shuffled to quietly close the door of the room before heading back into the bathroom and closing yourself in there too. You quickly picked up your phone and dialed up Yuko’s number, She picked up on the second ring as usual. “Calling your coworker on vacation? Wow, you really are a workaholic!” She didn’t waste her time in teasing you. “Oh hush up and listen! Okay so I’m at Kai’s house right now and-” Her loud excited squeal damn near busted the speaker AND your eardrum. “Oh my God, OH MY GOD! TELL ME EVERYTHING!”

“I would if you’d stop screaming in my ear!” You laughed lightly. “Okay listen, things have been going great so far. I met his father and all of that when suddenly, get this. His dad bounces off on this random trip and leaves me to housesit by myself...with Kai.”

“Ohhhhh you know he did that on purpose right?”

“Stop, cut it out.”

“No think about it! I had this ex girlfriend in high school and when we were together, her parents would leave us alone for the most bullshit reasons. Like one time they had to run errands at like 12:00 a.m while I was there. I think it’s pretty clear they just wanted us to have privacy at the time. I’m telling you, he’s definitely doing this on purpose” Yuko said. You sighed and thought about it for a second. “Okay yeah that’s probably why he suddenly had to go. Anyway, that’s beside the point! So me and him are eating tonight and he literally just randomly brought up that I should move in with him. Then he starts talking about how he can support me and I don’t have to work and-”

“So why didn’t you say YES?!” Yuko interrupted and you groaned. “Y/N it’s like a dream if I could just move into a nice house instead of my shitty apartment and never have to work again. Like why wouldn’t you want that???”

“Because I don’t want to have to depend on anyone whether he wants to give it to me or not! I mean I literally just moved here months back and got the job! I like having my own sense of achievement. I mean I love him and I’m not against the whole job thing but we haven’t even reached some of the important milestones in our relationship and oop-” You mentally slapped yourself when you realized you fucked up by telling her this. Yuko would hound you until you fessed up what you meant so you might as well come clean now. “I...what I mean by that is we just had our first kiss earlier today.” You waited for the pause and Yuko laughed. “Big deal! A lot of couples don’t kiss until a few months of dating!”

“No Yuko...I mean this was his FIRST kiss in EVER.”

“Y/N...how uh...how old is he again?”

“It doesn’t matter! Listen, the whole reason is because he a germaphobe I guess. I think for the most part I’m surely his first girlfriend/boyfriend/partner. But when we kissed today I felt like we could’ve gone further. That’s beside the point. Tonight will be the first night we sleep in the same bed together NOT SEXUALLY before you bring it up.” You paused to hear the huff in her voice. “Anyway, like I said. It’s too fast to jump from the first kiss to moving in together.” Yuko sighed over the line and waited before she replied. “I’m going to give you this last bit of advice before I get off the line because I need rest and I’m covering Sosuke’s shift tomorrow. Every relationship moves at it’s own pace when it comes to different people okay? While another couple could be on the other side of the city waiting 2 years before moving in together, there is another couple that dated for half a month and are already unpacking boxes in their new home. It’s all about communication, understanding, and compromise. You don’t have to do things because it’s the stereotypical thing to do. Just because its more common for the first kiss to come before moving in together doesn’t mean it applies to everyone. Besides, he is a germaphobe after all, so your relationship is unconventional to begin with. At the end of the day, it’s okay to stand your ground when you feel your independence is at stake, but don’t do it out of fear of losing something you can maintain just the same if you moved in with him. Whether that is tomorrow, 3 months from now, or 4 years.”

“...Thanks Yuko.”

“Anytime.”

After you got off the phone you left the bathroom and bedroom to find Kai on the couch. He was currently pretty invested in reruns of the show you watched together for sometime. “Rerun huh? Are you finally done poking holes in the plot?” You teased him and he suddenly turned his head to look at you. He smiled and nodded. “I figured I’d get caught up again before the new season comes out. Are you ready for bed Angel?” You nodded at him and silently went to the room. He turned the phone off and followed behind you. While you got settled into bed, he headed to take his own shower. When he finally came out, you turned to look at him in the dim light and smiled softly. “Kai you don’t need to force yourself for this.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Oh please, it’s about time I took advantage of having an angel in my presence. Besides, I want to see what all the fuss is about when it comes to this cuddling business.” He spoke as he slipped under the covers and into bed with you. “Take it at your own pace.” You reassured him and he nodded. You turned so your back faced him, that way he didn’t have to possibly feel any pressure from having you look at him. Slowly but surely he carefully crept over to you. He cautiously closed the gap between you two and placed an arm around you as his face slowly fell onto the top of your head. The smell of his soap never really piqued his interest but it was different when you had showered with it. He took a long quiet inhale of your scent and hugged you a bit tighter. After a moment of blissful silence you finally spoke up. “Kai I’m uh sorry. Ab-about earlier I mean. It’s not that I don’t want to live with you or anything. I just don’t feel like right now is the best time. I don’t want you to have to jump at giving me an entire car to go to work or even supporting me if I quit. I’m not saying I won’t change my mind, but if you give me time to think on it then I know I’ll come to agree eventually.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I took some time to think about how my decisions and actions affected you as well. Ever since I was younger I had a thing about me. I always take things a bit far sometimes and I tend to get carried away. Even Pops says this is true. I just got so excited with idea of being able to see you everyday that I couldn’t help but to ask. My mind doesn’t change however, I’m still hoping you’ll agree. But if you need time then so be it.” He became bold for a moment and laid a loving kiss on the back of your head. “Wow, you really like me enough to want to see me every day?” You teased him and he laughed quietly. “Oh absolutely. I can’t wait until that day comes.” You smiled to yourself and rolled over to face him. The way his eyes seemed to shine brightly even under the dim lighting of the room really made your heart skip a beat. There wasn’t a doubt in the world when you looked in those eyes that he loved you. You snuggled into his chest and the both of your were out like a light.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #kai chisaki x reader #kai chisaki #overhaul #pivitol #Pivotal #Pivital #fanfiction #fanfic

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notyour-mariaclara · 4 years ago

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𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥

ᵃᵏᵃᵃˢʰⁱ ᵏᵉⁱʲⁱ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᵈʳᵃᵐᵃ, ˢˡⁱᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 2635

ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉ ⁱ ᵍᵃⁱⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ 1ˢᵗ ᶠⁱᶜ (ᵇᵒᵏᵘᵗᵒ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ). ʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒⁿᵉ. ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ.

I woke up one morning without you by my side. Nothing new, really. Not until I sat up from the bed. I sniff once then twice, the familiar scent of bacon and pancakes is not present.

Maybe she went to work early. I thought to myself and prepared myself to go to work too. Pushing the uneasiness in the pit of my stomach.

After fixing my tie, I grabbed my phone by the nightstand. No new message. It's not that we leave messages anymore if one of us leaves earlier. Not anymore. I sigh and headed to the dining to eat my breakfast. But the emptiness of the table welcomed me. That's when my gut feeling got stronger. Something is not right.

I hit the realization that you never went home last night. The house was empty when I got home, thinking that you just have to work overtime again. Which oftently happens lately but you always send me a message about it. I don't wait up for you 'till you get home because I always fall asleep.

My eyebrows met as I speed dial your number. It rang for few seconds then followed by a beeped.

"Hi! I might be busy as of this moment. Just leave me a message, I'll get back to you soon!" You giggled before the call dropped.

I stare at my phone, wondering when was the last time I heard you being cheerful.

"I'm home." I said as I removed my shoes and change into my house slippers. You welcomed me with your pout and arms crossed.

"What's wrong, love?" I chuckled because of your cuteness. 4 years of being together and I can't still get over you.

"It's Saturday and you left without me."

"It's too early for you to get up and I did text you, I need to drop by the office for the new storyboard." I pulled you closer as my arms snaked around your waist.

"But what took you so long?" Finally giving in and you put your arms on my shoulder.

"Because of this." I took a step back to show my bag.

"Yes, hun? That's still the same bag." You said in confusion.

I chuckled and tugged you towards the sofa to make ourselves comfortable. I pulled out 2 boxes from my bag and you gasped.

"Wh-what? But why? You don't have too." You said with a pout.

"Love, your phone will barely make it 'till next month. Your screen is smashed from last month's incident." I stated.

"Yeah, thanks to Bokuto-san." You rolled your eye but laughed.

"One for you and one for me." I said and you squealed.

"Thank you, thank you!" You threw your arms around me and showered me with kisses.

"Anything for you, love." I said and kissed your lips.

We both excitedly opened our new phones. That's how we spent the rest of our Saturday afternoon.

"Hello. I'm busy and I'm not sure if I can get back to you unless you're my husband."

I looked at you and you just flashed me your gummy smile.

"What was that?" I asked.

"It's for my voicemail." You said innocently.

I facepalm myself and shook my head at your antics.

"What will your officemate think if they hear that?"

"What? It's cute." You laughed. I scoff before laughing too.

"No, change it."

I whined and you refuse until I attacked you with tickles just so you change it.

"Stop! Stop! Okay! Okay! I will!" You surrendered.

I put my arms around you just to secure you that you won't run to hide because I know you well enough. You giggled at my action and started recording again.

"Hi! I might be busy as of this moment. Just leave me a message, I'll get back to you soon!"

You giggle and ended the record.

You looked up to face me and smile. I held you tighter as I snuggled my face in your neck. And traces some butterfly kisses.

"Now, it's time for you to pay back the phone."

"Ohhhhh, sir, I am more than willing to pay."

You said and we both fell into laughters.

It's been a year since you did that record. I sent you a message but I received none until I reached the office. Still no you. I can't help but to worry and be distracted the whole day. I'm already thinking of things, why you didn't come home and contacted me. Maybe, you slept over to some friends and your phone ran out of battery or maybe you suddenly went home to your family or maybe all of the hundred reason I thought of, doesn't make sense because you weren't careless like that and you don't want other people worrying about you.

That's when I started thinking of the worst that maybe you caught up in an accident. It was lunch time when I decided to go to your office.

______

"Good Afternoon, I just want to ask if she's in?"

I ask the receptionist. She's also your friend so she's pretty much familiar with me too.

"Eh? She's on leave for 4 days. It started yesterday. Didn't she tell you?" The lady behind the desk asked confusedly.

"I…" I was lost for words.

"Is everything okay between you two? She seems so distant lately and she's even the first one to go home every time." She explained

I can't mask my upset feeling bubbling in my chest.

"But she always works overtime." I stated.

"Overtime? Our company no longer extends our working hours due to our financial setbacks for months already. Surely, you know that we're considering to file bankruptcy, right?"

I was surprised because I don't know a thing about the bankruptcy let alone her lying to me about her overtime.

"Is boss there?" I heard some random staff ask the receptionist.

"Thanks." I said to her and walk my way to the exit but stopped when I heard her replied to the staff.

"Nah, boss is on leave too. As if the company ain't crumbling already." She scoffed.

My hand shakes and exited the premise. I sent a text to the office saying I have an emergency before trying to contact you for the nth time. My emotion is slowly rubbing in me, I lossen my tie. To no avail, I can't still contact you. Frustration slowly creeps in me. I drove home, my thoughts driving me crazy.

You said you're going to work yesterday but the thing is you filed for a leave since yesterday. You lied.

"She lied." I threw my briefcase without a care and crashed myself on the couch.

You've been working late recently, I can't even remember when it started but you lied. You're lying for some time now. Slowly, anger is penting up inside me. Inno Kei, your boss. He use to hit on you, is it only a coincidence he's on leave too?

I untangled the tie and whipped it on the floor. Unbuttoning my dress shirt because suddenly, I feel suffocated. I raked my hair, shaking my brain to reason out your action. I don't even want to think the worst. Because you're not like that but why does everything's falling into pieces. The possibility of you cheating on me, is no longer impossible.

The day went by, by me contacting your phone, I even called your family just to check but they don't know a thing. I even lied to them because I don't want them to worry. I called your best friend Kiyoko but she's not answering my call. I resorted into alcohol while waiting but still no traces of you.

The next day, I didn't go to work in case you come home. I tried to look to for you. Places where you like to go. Places I hope where you'd be. But still no you.

I don't want to think that you'd go to another man but I realize, these past few months after that incident. Everything changed, the cold shoulder, the emotionless responses, just everything. My chest starts to heave as I slowly see things clearer. Even if you do go for another man, I wouldn't blame you. There, I realize what truly is happening lately, how come I didn't see this sooner.

"Oh, God." I buried my face in my hands. Brimming tears of frustration, worry and sadness, consumed me. I don't want to lose you. It's all my fault. The day goes by, waiting for you to come home as I drown myself in alcohol and regret.

_________________________

3 days since you've been gone. I plan to stay home to wait again but my team called because the pitching for the new book is today, as much as I want to be alone and wait for you, I can't risk other people's job. So, I went to work, still thinking of you.

"Hey, Love. Please come home. Let's talk, please or just tell me you're fine. That'll be enough for me. I love you. I love you, please." I sent my 18th voicemail to her number. 115 missed call and 84 unseen messages, still not enough for you to come home.

_______

When I saw your shoes by the door, I don't know what to feel. Ecstatic? Anxious? I don't know. I quickened my phase inside our house. No signs of you in the living room and even in the kitchen. I went to our bedroom. My heart increased it's beat, nervousness is eating me the moment I saw the room empty but the closet was left ajar. I open it only to see most of your are clothes gone. My hand began to shake.

"Love?"

I went to the next room. My hand slowly reached for the knob. When was the last time I went inside this room? 3 months ago? I took a deep breath and open the door.

There I see you on the floor. Your body leaning on the crib. I felt my chest tighten and I took a step forward but you woke up. Fluttering your eyes open and snapped your head towards me. Your eyes widened in surprise. Your lips quiver.

"Keiji…" you call me breathlessly.

Why do you sound as if you're leaving me? I glance at your bag beside you. You followed my gaze and I heard you took a deep breath.

"Where were you?" I asked worriedly and took another step forward. You stood up.

"I…" You look on the floor looking for answers.

"I can't get a hold of you for 3 days. I was worried, Love." I enveloped you in my arms. Nourishing your scent that I miss for days, scent that I took advantage for months.

I hugged you tighter, feeling your warmth. Caressing your hair, letting you know how glad I am that you're back. You started to sob in my arms. After awhile you break off the hug and I swear I heard my heart break.

"Keiji," No, call me love.

"I waited for you for 3 days, where did you go? I got worried. I even went to places to look for you." I said pushing the stinging pain in my eyes.

"I was at Kiyoko-san's--"

"But I went to her apartment. She said you weren't there." I grab hold of her hand

"I told her to lie."

"I-Is there something you want to tell me? How come you didn't tell me that you're having problems with the company? When did you start keeping things from me?" I can no longer hide my frustration and pain.

She shrugged off my hand and took a step backward.

"I-how? How can I? I cannot even talk to you about our own problem. So tell me how, Keiji?" You said exasperatingly. Trying to conceal your emotions but everything can be seen in your eyes with welled up tears.

"Is that why?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I-Is that why you went to ano--"

"Oh my god!" She scoff and laughed bitterly while tears stream down her face.

She lost it. She went back further in the room. Putting good distance between us.

"You actually thought I was with someone else!? Tell me!?" She challenged. My breath hollowed as I brushed my hair due to frustration. My other hand on my hip.

"What do you want me to do!? I came to your office and found out everything. That you're lying about your overtime and you filed for a leave when you didn't said a thing to me. You grown distant and cold the passed months--"

"Did you just realize that in the past 3 days that I was gone? You just suddenly notice, just now!?" I shut my mouth because she's right. I only took notice of everything, too late. She started to cry harder. I took a step closer to reach for her but she moved back. She's hurting so much.

"What I want you to do? I just want you to see me again. To talk to me again like we used too. I want you to look at me without hurting. Without pain."

I tried to call your name but you only shook your head.

"You waited for three days? I waited for six months! Ever since…" you choked on your tears.

"Ever since I lost the baby, I lost you too." She look at me in the eyes. I can no longer control my tears .

"The first three months was bearable, because I know we're both mourning but it seems that we never got the chance to go back to each other. We got lost. I lost my husband." You sobbed.

"I was scared. It was my fault that I can't provide for the both of you. That you needed to work too because my salary is not enough. I-I should have insisted you not to work but I didn't. Then we lost our baby. I saw you broke. It hurted me so much because there's nothing I can do to take the pain. I fought strong in front of you but by the end of the day, I'm so weak. That's why I pretended as if nothing happened because I don't want to make the same mistake. I worked hard for the promotion because I know that will help us a lot. That promotion, is enough for us. Even if you stop working. I-I... didn't know this was the consequence." I explained with tears and shaky breath. Feelings from losing our baby came back again. But this time it hits harder because I might lose you too.

"You are by my side but I still miss you everyday. You slowly fell out. I waited for you everyday, waiting for you to look at me with love again. Until one day, I realize that I can't continue like this anymore. It hurts me to see you but I can't even feel you. I can only take so much pain, love. That's why I stayed late outside drinking or I'll crash at Kiyoko-san's. I was hoping you'll come through and ask me but you never did. I don't know what to do anymore with our marriage." You broke down and fell on your knees.

"I have my fair share of regret, love. We both struggled. There was never a day passed without thinking of our angel. I thought losing you was my consequence because I failed to protect our baby." I rushed by your side and nestled you in my arms. We're both on the floor. I held you tighter than ever.

"No, don't say that. I don't want to lose you. I'm so sorry. It's not your fault, okay? I'm sorry, if I hurt you." I buried my face to your hair, until you tangled your arms to my waist and cried harder. I shifted our position and cradled you in my arms.

"I'm so sorry, love. I didn't mean to push you away. I neglected you all these time when you needed me the most. I'm so sorry. Please, don't leave me. I beg you." I cried as I held your head to my chest.

You shook your head and look up to me.

"I won't. I-I can't. I love you too much."

"I love you too." I said as I wipe your tears away. I held your face as I brushed your hair away from your face and tried to dry your face but you kept crying. I place a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you so much." Then kissed your lips and you hiccuped because of crying to much.

"Let's try again. Let's fix our marriage, hmm? Let me make it up to you."

You nodded and I carried you to our bed to tucked you in bed and hold you all night.

#haikyuu short story #haikyuu fanfic #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi fanfiction #akaashi x y/n #akaashi x you #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!!#akaashi x reader

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tfw-no-tennis · 4 years ago

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mtmte liveblog issue 9

back at it again, and its time for the shadowplay arc, HELL yeah

oh I'm so excited i love this arc lets DO this

oooh its nightbeat and quark!! way before they become relevant, which is so cool

‘one of those recepticon fanatics’ lmao imagine if they were...the recepticons. just doesn't have the same ring to it

god i fucking love all the politics of mtmte. i love how they’re talking about the senate here before we really get to See how bad they were (we heard a bit about it from whirl a few issues ago, and now here)

love how nightbeat is pretty much agreeing with the decepticon ideology here, even if its clear that he isn't Actually a decepticon - it just drives home the fact that, in this story, The Decepticons Were Right About A Lot Of That Stuff (or at least, they had a reason other than ‘destruction’ for rebelling).

AND THEN THERES RUNG!!!!!!! WITH HIS MODEL OF THE LOST LIGHT....god i fuckgin LOVE the continuity in this story bc the first time reading this ur like oh ok rung is old yea makes sense...but then later all the time travel stuff happens and then its like OHHHHH

damn poor rung nightbeat can rlly tell he's lonely just by looking at him vbhjdkdfhbjsjkdf geez. also nightbeat that's ur mystery stick bf from the future js!!

quarks extreme POV on all of the stuff is so interesting, and makes so much sense bc of Course he would think that as a non-combatant scientist who, due to his functional value in current society, wouldn't really benefit much from a revolution - in fact, he’d probably lose a lot. and that’s the sort of thing where you’re like, ok well think about everyone else dude, have some perspective - but at the same time, quark did suffer a pretty terrible fate, so his fears weren't entirely unfounded...augh, its so fascinating...im sorry I'm not gonna shut up about space robot politics this Entire time

HOW did nobody notice that dead body before now

ratchet spray-painting the hands he stole from pharma to match his own paintjob is like...kinda gruesome if you think about it hvbhsjkdfbkjdf

i love rewind sooo much oh my god

he rlly stashed rung’s comatose body in a wheelchair behind the bar hbkjdhfbshjkdf rewind

rewind and chromedome’s tag-team explanation....ough hhhhh THEM

wait a sec, rewind, you have medical records in your database? that is, at least according to regular medical laws, very illegal lmao. my favorite long-running theme in mtmte: the fact that hipaa and osha laws on cybertron are either basically nonexistent, or just universally disregarded

what the actual fuck is up w/cybertronian time units. that shit is wack as hell

ooh i love how chromedome looks different in the flashback - no shoulder tires! - that's a cool detail

how come prowl just said ‘minute,’ rewind was busting it up w/all the wack ass fantasy time units just a second ago. geez

also goddd i love the scenery of pre-war cybertron, its SUCH a cool setting like, visually and aesthetically and politically

like, i adore details like the sign in the bg that says ‘everyone’s shape serves a purpose.’ really adds to the ‘society on the precipice of civil war currently controlled by an increasingly-desperate faction who are doling out propaganda like crazy in an attempt to maintain their image and control over the populace’ vibe

good ole murder mystery setup. love it!

pre-war prowl is such an interesting character. actually prowl in general is such an interesting character...I kinda wrote him off during my first read of mtmte (and even a little during my second readthru) as just this dude who’s an asshole (espec bc my prev tf experience involved watching tfa as a kid, and this prowl is very different from tfa prowl lol)...but prowl is SUCH a multi-faceted and interesting character, even in the relatively little we see of him in mtmte

plus it was interesting to learn later that prowl was one of the characters that jro wanted for mtmte and didn't get, and MAN i wish he got prowl bc I would've loved to see what jro would've done w/prowl on the lost light, that would've been amazing. like, just imagine the arc he would have...I have no idea what that arc would BE, but I know it would be awesome. plus I’d be really interested to see how prowl would factor in, relationships-wise, amongst the crew of the lost light. so much potential!

anyways. I'm in a very talky mood tonight it seems. its currently 4 am so that kinda explains it. ok, moving on!

chromedome and prowl bantering....in their own morbid forensic-cop way...

skids bvhjdbsfjasf. speaking what we’re all thinking: is prowl gonna keep showing up in mtmte despite not technically being part of the cast??

swerves drawing of prowl lmaoooo

AND THEN REWIND IN SOME OF MY FAVORITE MTMTE PANELS....fuckgin cracks me up every time god. rewind was rlly about to flip their entire ass table just to demonstrate that prowl is a serial table-flipper...and then he cant even make the table budge and he just stares at his hands like ‘how could you betray me like this’ hvbajkhhsfdhksdf PEAK hilarity

drift hvbshfdjbasdfj his forcibly cheery expression even tho he’s being harassed by rodimus, who is a big whiny toddler w/drift lmao

rodimus is the type of guy who, upon drift not replying to one of his texts, would post a whole twitter thread being all like ‘these days u cant trust any1 to hav ur back...u think u kno someone and then they just ghost you...(1/14)’

again, rewind, HOW and WHY do you just Have medical reports, oh my god, somebody please call a hipaa agent I’m scared,

ratchet interrupting the story to give a quick medical PSA....that's Such an on-brand thing for Me to do that I feel like jro is assigning me ratchet kin as I read this

also, hey, its sonic and boom, those two decepticons from delphi! nice little continuity there

AND HERES ORION PAX SUPER COP

can’t believe idw made my dad optimus prime into a cop. smh. shouldn't be that shocked tho, I feel like half the idw characters are cops

orion rlly hit them w/the omae wa mo shinderu arrest strat

orion: I cant believe you're beating this guy up. anyways, now I'm gonna beat YOU up,

when ratchet puts his hand over drifts mouth and then gets spray paint on drifts face bhjdfsvsdjhfgbjdskf

pre-war ratchet and drift ;_; ratchet’s little inspirational speech...the fact that he tells drift that he’s special...the fact that drift remembered all of this even after 4 million+ yrs...it gets me bro it GETS me

ALSO the layers in the fact that drift then goes on to become a well-known murderous decepticon...so this little scene of him and ratchet in the past gives a lot of context to ratchet’s general attitude towards drift - ratchet clearly feels at least somewhat responsible for all the blood on drift’s hands, since he saved drift’s life way back in the day

the whole relinquishment clinic thing is such cool worldbuilding, bc of course that's the kind of thing that would develop in a society of robot aliens who are only allowed to work within the rigid confines of their alt mode

I love the whole matrix thing bc its kinda like being the pope or st but also you have a ton of political sway, so its a super important position, so of Course the corrupt senate would want full control over that power, and would assassinate the current prime to try to get their own guy in

god vhbhjsdkbgshjdf rodimus is such a dick lmao poor drift

HHHHH I love that the cybertronian version of an autopsy is taking the dudes body apart into the smallest components and laying them all out. that's so fucking cool

hmmmm chromedome maybe you should Not be interested in mnemology, how about that,

oh god. time to start being sad about op and senator shockwave. oh god

senator shockwave more like senator sexy

also the first time I read this I thought I had just missed his name and like halfway thru the story I went back and scoured the pages looking for it hbvhsjdfbshgfdsbj then I was like oh ok so we’re maybe supposed to just know who this guy is from another comic? but NOPE it was very deliberate and I only realized very close to the end that they were setting up some sort of reveal

its funny bc normally I'm not a huge fan of stories where politics play a huge role but I fuckgin love it here, the politics and worldbuilding is all so interesting and also balanced out with a healthy dose of cool sci-fi hijinks, so

lmao there's chromedome being obsessed w/people making the ‘pfft’ sound

also wow yet more hindsight, maybe you Shouldn’t be so interested in the Institute, chromedome,

OHHHH shit I forgot abt the red alert stuff happening at the same time as this :( :( :(

AUGHHH what a fucked up situation. god

oooof i gotta continue now!! what a solid issue, I love the shadowplay arc

#lj rereads mtmte

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piercebaron · 4 years ago

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episode 22 and adaptations

Actually, I do want to talk about it! I feel like episode 22 encapsulates my “weird” feelings towards the anime adaptation and how it has cut and reframed certain things. It’s not bad? Just weird.

Spoilers for the Plunderer anime and for the manga, up to chapter 36.

prefacing all of this with a general note: if you’ve only seen the anime, please read the manga. You’re valid, I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying the anime, but please read the manga because as horny as Minazuki is (and the man is . . . very, very much so), his art is also amazing and some of his panels deserve a second, third, or even a fourth look. The little details here and there actually crop up later and become important, and it’s just great. Chapters 46 - 53 are some of my favorite in media in a long, long time and I absolutely cannot wait until they’re released in an official capacity so I can fork over my money for them.

(seriously, you guys don’t know how hard I’ve tried to legally purchase volume 13. I want to give my money to this series so bad.)

This will also be a little scattershot and bounce around between other episodes, so apologies in advance. I’m trying to double-check chapters and whatnot as I go but if I get something wrong or miss something, please don’t hesitate to correct me in the replies! I’ve been watching the anime through Funimation’s site -- dubbed up through episode 11 and then subs from then on.

Adaptations! Adaptations. By their very nature, they are not a 1:1 sort of thing. A lot of times, you’ll hear people say “read the book” when a movie adaptation of said book comes out. This is because by its very nature, a movie adaptation simply can’t capture everything in the book -- nor should it. Little things will slip through the cracks. This doesn’t make the movie adaptation bad, necessarily, just that it loses something.

By the same token, if someone tried to do a direct 1:1 adaptation of a book where, say, the book is used as a script (which is an extremely bad idea for so many reasons, please have a script oh my goodness), chances are it’s not going to be a very good movie. There are musicals, for example, where when filmmakers try to make them into films, they flop because they’re not “cinematic.” The directors didn’t take into account the shift in mediums or, more likely, they sorely underestimated it. Understandable, since it’s two visual mediums, but still.

This is all leading up to me talking about Plunderer, I swear.

Manga to anime is a tricky, tricky thing. A manga has [X] amount of pages to work with, depending on if it’s a weekly or monthly series (or even some different increment!). The author, then, has to structure their chapters accordingly, moving things along to keep the reader interested while also controlling the ebb and flow of the story. Note how when the chapters end, they’re engineered to keep you wanting to read more!

Anime is similar in that respect, except the crew has 20-22 minutes to fill over the course of 12 to 24 episodes depending on the series order. Plunderer, ftr, had a 2 “cour” order from the get-go. They have to plan out the series as a whole, figuring out certain things like, where will the season end? What are the big beats, when will we hit them? Etc. It’s no coincidence that the “school” arc started right around episode 12, which is the halfway point of the series; note how there was that filler episode with Hina and Lynne cooking, after all.

When I started watching the anime after reading the manga, I assumed they’d end the season with, roughly, the end of chapter 36. It’s a nice “resolution” to a lot of things that had been building up over the series. Hina and Licht are finally together, Licht has resolved to keep his mask off and face the future, Jail has a new direction, Lynne -> Licht is basically resolved, and Pele’s layers finally get peeled back just a bit.

I saw some predictions online that they’d leave off at the cliffhanger in chapter 39 and while that’s a good guess, in terms of narrative ebb and flow for an anime, it doesn’t really line up. They’d really have to rush some stuff (Charles!! i love you, charles) to get there and in terms of a product that they want to be able to market in several territories, it makes more sense to give it some feeling of resolution. That said, what’s more likely along that vein is us potentially getting some sort of stinger at the end of episode 24 with one character talking to That Certain Character, and us getting a brief, shadowy shot of said character to make people go “ohhhhh shit, dude.”

but idk this anime has made some strange choices.

Going into that! I’ve mentioned this here and there and talked about it with a friend, but the choices the anime has made in terms of adaptation is, uh, pretty strange at times. When changes get made, my instinct is to try and think through why they were changed and, ultimately, if it really affects the story in any way. If I went through the entire anime, it would be an extremely dull read; please know, however, that I am forever sad we missed Jail’s computer antics and Pele being the ultimate shit when it comes to Nana’s video, even if I understand why they were cut.

That said, episode 22 is a perfect example of this, so uh. Let’s dive in, shall we?

The chapters that episode 22 covers are chapters 33 and 34. The events leading up to it are pretty much the same, but episode 22 contains some divergences. Going through them quickly:

We see more of Pele and Hina trying to stop Douan from going after Lynn.

Sonohara doesn’t show up during this confrontation. Hina gets her “the body was too clean” line instead.

Because Sonohara doesn’t show up, it’s Douan who attacks Lynn instead, causing her injuries with rocks. In the manga, Sonohara shows up, is drugged by Douan, and shoots a couple of bullets at Lynn.

Nana is just randomly lurking around?? In the manga, it’s clear she got caught at the same time. I’m really not sure what was up in the anime. Douan just yanks her out from behind a wall.

Douan sits with Nana, Hina, and Pele until morning, telling them he’ll kill them at dawn if Licht doesn’t show up. In the manga, he sits back and lets Sonohara terrorize them with a game of Russian Roulette, and Hina promptly (without words) calls Sonohara’s bluff.

Jail doesn’t show up in this episode at all. Instead, Hina gets his “did you check?” line.

We actually see Nana leave with Pele when he takes Lynn off. It looks like we’re going to actually see Doctor Pele in action, maybe? Hina is later sent off to help them.

Sonohara shows up towards the end, already drugged. Based on Douan’s line, it’s assumed that she was drugged off screen by the Secret Service. In the manga, he forcefully injects her.

The end of the episode sets up episode 23 to be Licht vs. Douan and Sonohara, with the preview showing Jail jumping into the fray.

whew, that’s a lot.

I actually get why most of these changes were made! Setting up the penultimate episode of the series to be this big battle is a necessary change for an anime. And narratively speaking, this is much cleaner than it was in the manga, where Sonohara shows up briefly at the beginning of chapter 33, is drugged, and then basically exists to be crazy and antagonize people. It’s less balls in the air for the staff to have to juggle and for the audience to follow.

Douan’s character also gets some more depth. It’s funny because I feel like in the anime, he’s much more cruel than he was in the manga originally -- which is a feat, let me tell you. The anime flipped that in this episode, though, by not having Douan force the drugs onto Sonohara.

The manga frames it as him doing it because he believes he knows what’s best for her, he’s trying to protect her in his own awful way, but it’s also, you know . . . nonconsensual as hell and gross on so many levels. This takes that off his shoulders which is a good change, honestly.

But we lose some little character moments for the others in terms of streamlining. I think the thing that bums me out the most is Jail’s stuff. In the manga, after the confrontation with Alan, Jail steps in, calls Sonohara out and snaps her out of her drugged stupor without much of a fight (”without conviction, your bullets can’t pierce me”) and then slaps down the iron throne, telling Douan to shut up because Licht is coming. Chapter 34 ends with him just dead-eye staring at Douan like yeah, it’s annoying, but look. You’re the one who calls him a cockroach. Jail saying “did you check?” is a major mic drop moment and it’s basically when, from then on, Jail does not give a single flying fuck about the barons / aces.

It definitely should be noted that some of these Jail moments will probably pop up in other ways in the next episode. I fully expect the bit about Sonohara’s bullets to come up, at least.

We lose out on Sonohara stuff too, though. She willingly throws herself into the lion’s den, shooting at Douan to distract him for long enough to allow Lynne to get away. It’s Sonohara who points out that Licht’s body was too clean -- something that makes more sense as someone who’s known him for 300+ years, knows what it means to be a baron / ace, and wasn’t immediately dragged off by the Secret Service. Her then terrorizing them while drugged is also a moment because when she forces Nana to play Russian Roulette, Hina immediately grabs the gun and points it at her head, firing all the “shots.” It’s empty, showing that despite the drugs, Sonohara didn’t want to kill them and Hina knew that all too well.

with all that said, I should note here that it’s entirely possible this scene will show up in some form next episode. Sonohara is still drugged and Hina, Nana, and Pele are all together in the bunker that is right nearby. I kind of doubt it given how the episode is framed and because narratively, it makes more sense to focus on the Licht vs. Douan and Sonohara -> Licht and Jail vs. Douan and Sonohara fight than to have Sonohara split off to randomly terrorize them, but. Like I said, this anime has made some strange choices.

Of course, character moments we get instead are Hina and even Pele being metal as hell. As much as I’m flapping my hands about losing the little character moments for Jail and Sonohara, it’s clear that they thought about how to utilize those moments while streamlining things, and they do work for Hina. And honestly, it’s really nice to see more stuff with her and Lynn? They get some cute panels later on in the manga (think chapter 55), but I like ladies and I like some lady solidarity. And Hina getting those little moments is on the same level as her straight up pointing a gun at her head all “you won’t kill me.”

and on a selfish note, I am actually really excited to see Pele tend to Lynn. The anime has been good about fleshing them out more and giving them little moments. My little shipper heart is delighted.

In the end, does it change much? Not really. These are small things, ultimately, just like how we didn’t lose much with the added filler and cut moments during the school arc. It’s all ultimately in the name of adaptation and while it’s weird, it’s not necessarily “bad.” It’s jarring for me as someone familiar with the manga (and having stared at some of these panels for so long, I’ve gotten really familiar with it), but thinking on it critically, yeah, I can see why.

they better damn well do the “how did you know I could do surgery?” scene in the last episode though or I will be super bummed, okay.

#plunderer #anime #long post #manga and anime differences

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lovelyrhink · 5 years ago

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more R/J/L inspired by convos with @secondhand-watermelon ❤︎

rhett sends link a text message late at night and link responds immediately asking what's up rhett sends back a single photo of jessie stark naked and tied to the master bed, all spread open with a thick toy plugging her up and post-it on her tit that says "missing link"

OHHHHH FUCK

link sits up in bed and flees downstairs to the living room. christy remains sleeping

Oh baby don't stop

he and jessie and rhett have been having their own thing going on for a while now, independent of christy. she doesn't know that they hang out, sit up drinking wine together that jessie sits wedged between them. that she flirts like a maniac at both of them. they tease each other about being hot, and frisky, and sneaky. they like having their own throuple

That is just the epitome of my favorite rhink family dynamic

weeks ago, before quarantine, rhett and link went to rhett's house after work to hang out with jessie. it's so natural for them, and link loves being there. he loves having the mclaughlins over of course, but when he and rhett meet up with jessie... they sit too close. flirt too much. say things they shouldn't. and on the friday before california called shelter in place, jessie took things a little too far

I bet it feels so exciting like they're young and flirting with each other and not 40 and married

they'd been talking about the rhink fans thinking rhett and link are fucking. jessie jokes that they should be, that they'd like it. "everyone knows it," she says. "y'all should fuck." they laughed, but then jessie sipped her wine and her eyes went dark. "or kiss. right now." she leaned into them. "kiss each other, right now." link's sitting downstairs now, alone in the dark living room. it's past midnight and he's remembering the night, the kiss. and the other kiss.

OMG she's so confident and commanding I'm in love

link kissed rhett that night. and jessie. and he got hard, and breathed on her mouth that he wanted to fuck her. and he kissed her at midnight but went home at 12:03, leaving questions unanswered between the three of them link wants to fuck jessie. his whole body screams for her whether she's beside him and rhett or not. he thinks about her, thinks about rhett with her. so when he gets this text, link knows rhett's taken the first step. it's really happening. link's staring at the image. he hasn't responded. rhett's text bubble appears typing, then he sends: she wants you real bad, brother link's body shrieks with heat and his dick throbs where it pokes his pajamas

Oh God the breathing against her mouth. And then the use of the name brother I'm dead

I miss her, Link writes back he knows it's a game. they've acutely avoided not talking about their kiss. leaning into wanting jessie is a stepping stone towards wanting each other, and link wants it. but he can only sin in one way at a time and fucking his best friend's wife without the consent of his own is bad enough

DAMN they can only sin in one way at a time OOF

rhett texts back: she misses you. link writes: if we weren't separated right now, i'd be there with both of you rhett sends another photo. jessie's on her knees, ankles bound, wrists tied to the headboard. she's looking over her shoulder, and link can see everything. his mouth waters stop teasin' me, link texts. he can't breathe how much you wanna bet you're not touching yourself yet, rhett writes

What a Rhett thing to say I love it

link groans. he plants his feet on the carpet and shoves his hand down his pants he squeezes hard with his right hand and angles his camera phone with the other, snapping a photo of his tented pajamas and hand down his pants, groping somewhere rhett can't see it's fucking huge. lengthy she wants to grab your dick, says rhett link waits, can feel his heartbeat in his throat and his meat

It's the first dick pic that link has ever sent in his life

YEAH IT'S THE FIRST ONE and not even his bare dick

Jessie's attraction to him is so validating

link doesn't jerk, just holds it. waits and so do i, rhett adds

Rhett’s attraction to him is like nothing else in the world

link almost chokes on his body's reaction to that before he does something he regrets, he abandons the living room and runs outside, around the back of the house it's cold outside but his whole body is hot he kneels in the wet grass behind his house and fumbles with trembling fingers he calls rhett

Link goes around the side of the house under the open night sky after Rhett texts him that pic of Jessie because he’d rather be caught by the neighbors jerking off than have his wife overhear what he says through the phone He goes as far from his bedroom as he can, calls rhett and waits with shaky breaths. Squatted in the grass “Hey.” “Put your mouth on her.” Link hears a surprised soft whimpering and a fumbling. He hears Jessie call sweetly, “Hey baby, what’d he say- oh....” and Link goes hot as coals

omg more yay

He shoves one hand into his pants and grips the phone with the other, straining to hear the soft noises of Rhett’s tongue flicking her

He starts tugging himself in quick strokes as Rhett makes soft moaning sounds, and jessie joins him, and then link’s moaning, and he’s burning, and he needs to see it “Take a picture, Rhett,” he commands. “Then give the phone to J - Jessie.” Waves of arousal overcome him as he says their names with his hand in his PJ’s He waits, then looks to see the photo rhett sends Held out like a selfie but he’s not looking, beardy jaw and handsome profile, mouth buried in his wife Jessie’s so hot, the part of her body that shows. Her dark pubic hair and smooth olive skin. Link wants to touch her taut belly, her hips. Wants to shove rhett outta the way and get his tongue on her pinkness instead He puts it back to his ear and grunts through the phone, “fuck, looks so good. Jess, Jess, lemme- needa see him...” Another few photos. Some blurry, with Jessie’s finger in the shot Then a “Sorry” and another one Crystal clear, Rhett’s mouth ‘tween her thighs, hands on her waist, green gray eyes looking right at Link Link makes a weird horny house and cries into the night, nearly dropping the phone It’s so fucking hot. He’s so fucking hot. Wants to be there, with both of them. Nobody knowing but them what Jessie tastes like, feels like Link trains his eyes on Rhett in the photo, blush stained cheeks. He jerks himself for a while, more sensitive, tingly and shameful than he’s ever been He gives them a moment, hearing Jessie’s hips grinding her pussy on Rhett’s mouth. Can hear the slick sounds, and Rhett’s muffled moans “I’m so close...” he whispers And it’s jessie who replies, phone now on her chest somewhere. Link can hear her hard breaths and her heartbeat if he imagines he can She groans, “gonna finish ya,” And a few seconds later Link gets a video Jessie’s thighs spread, one hand fisted in Rhett’s curls Rocking her hips up to meet Rhett’s mouth - and Rhett, moving. Flicking his tongue. Swiveling his head. Grunting, sucking. Seeing rhett like this - what he’s really like when licking Jessie deep - is more incredible than Link had ever imagined it, and she’s right - it finishes him He squeezes vicelike on his cock and trains his eyes on Rhett’s face, his quick pink mouth and handsome eyes - those eyes - Link sobs through the phone, “Rhett.....” and spills all over the wet grass He slumps back against the house and breathes, listening to the remaining muffling moans through the phone “Yes, oh yesssss,” he hisses, hot stinging cock cooling in the night air. He hadn’t even remembered taking it out of his pants, he was so into it

F U C K. My car is reading this like an erotic audiobook

Link listens as Rhett finishes Jessie with his mouth, idly swirling a fingertip On his bellybutton as if he’s rubbing Jessie’s swollen, mouth-fucked clit All three of them make noises when Jessie comes, and Link burns so fiercely for the couple not 10 doors down

Oh what a beautiful image that is, Link in the moonlight fucked out and pretending like he's still a part of it He wants to be in their bed sad emoji

When the heat settles, Link aches for not having them there. The night air is cold around him, unforgiving truth, and the chill of alone sets into his bones. He whispers to the lovers on the line his thanks, and that he’ll talk to them soon, and hangs up quick as the guilt sets in He tucks his cock back into his Pajamas and stands on bare feet, trembling legs. He escapes his hideaway as if he’s not damp, muddy, and sweaty with lust, and returns to the house Link turns off his phone and takes a late night shower. In the morning, when he turns his phone back on, the slutty photos remind him with the proof that it wasn’t merely a dream The end

Fucking incredible You should post that

Yes ma’am

#for wren #more whatsapp smut #lemon #polyamory #mythical ot3

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psycho-slytherin · 5 years ago

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Bonus chapter: Truth or Dare

Thanks to @minprismpowermakeup for the idea~ <3

Context: This takes place around Strangers ch. 33, after y/n and Yoongi have begun filming Moon Over the Sea. This content is not relevant to the main Strangers plot.

WC: 1.8k love it when a bonus chapter is longer than some actual content

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A/N: Namjoon really wrecked me during the awards stages ok I’m not projecting I’m just projecting

“Okay, y/n, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you yawn, making yourself comfortable. You’re sleepy, it’s past two in the morning, and you don’t wanna get up.

“Anyone got a good one for the token ARMY?” Hoseok asks, looking around at the other members sprawled on various pieces of furniture and carpet. You stick your tongue out at Hoseok on hearing your title.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Seokjin asks from below you, tipping a mostly-empty beer bottle at you.

“I already answered that, and no.” You swat the eldest member, who’s laying on the couch with his head in your lap. “Bitch, I just ended a relationship and webcomics continue to convince me that men are trash. Besides, I barely get to sleep– when am I gonna have time to catch feelings?”

“Blehhh, boring.”

“I can drink if y’all can’t think of anything,” you say, already reaching for the bottle to refill your wine glass. Hey, you were feeling classy tonight.

“No, wait, wait, I have one!” Jungkook leans forward eagerly. ��Have you ever written... fanfiction?”

Ah, shit.

You press your lips together to keep a straight face. Lately it seems you’ve been using more of your acting skills when you spend time with the boys than you do for school and work combined. “Have I ever, at any point, written fanfiction for any fandom? Yes.”

“Was it…” Jungkook leans even closer, his long hair almost hitting you in the face. “BTS fanfiction?”

You smile, choosing your words carefully. “Unfortunately, Kookie dearest, I already answered my truth.”

“She’s avoiding the question!” Jungkook hollers, far too loudly for the time of night. “You guys know what that means~”

It’s as though all signs of sleepiness have vanished– every member sits up, and with Jin’s weight off, you realize your legs have fallen asleep.

“C’mon, guys…” you’re met with seven pairs of eager eyes, focusing on your favorite. “Et tu, Yoongs?”

A corner of Yoongi’s mouth turns upward in that oh-so-familiar smirk. “What can I say– I’ve got a cat’s curiosity.”

“Don’t let Holly hear that,” you reply, tossing a pillow at him. He snatches it out of the air without moving from his curled-up position in his favorite armchair. You’re reminded again of how he’s so adorable when he looks that small.

“So?” Jimin asks eagerly. “Have you ever written fanfiction about us?”

You could lie. God knows it would be easy. But the far more fun option wouldn’t be lying… it would simply be not telling the truth.

“I would love to answer that, but unfortunately it’s not my turn anymore,” you reply airily, delighting in the boys’ groans. “So, Joon, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Namjoon replies, his eyes confident. He really could bring anyone to their knees with just a glance. As your first bias, Namjoon has always had a special effect on you.

“I dare you to let Kookie and Tae tickle you.”

“Wait, what?”

You check your watch. “For, say, one minute.”

Namjoon backs away nervously from the predatory advance of the maknaes, all signs of bravado gone. “C’mon… ah, y/n, this is too cruel…”

“Who was it that dared me to drink a shot of soy sauce?” You ask smugly. “And who dared me to catcall Jin?” Your plan is to distract the boys, and luckily you have plenty of material to work with. Namjoon especially always seems perfectly sadistic when assigning dares.

“As if you weren’t thinking that stuff anyways,” Seokjin says dismissively.

You roll your eyes, focusing on the leader’s imminent torture. “One minute, starting… now!”

At your signal, Taehyung and Jungkook leap like feral dogs upon Namjoon, who falls to the floor with a thump, laughing uncontrollably: “Ah! Guys! S-sto-ah!”

You sit back in satisfaction as the clock winds down, figuring you’ve suitably distracted your friends from their original prey.

Your hopes are dashed soon enough. Namjoon gets back up, fire in his eyes. “Y/n.”

Dammit. “Yes, Namjoon?”

“Truth or dare?”

Well, what does he think? “Dare.” Obviously. You’d die before letting them read the stories that you, in your lust-addled fangirl’s mind, wrote so long ago.

“I dare you to give Yoongi hyung a hickey.”

Wait, what? “Yo, Joon, that’s not cool–” Yoongi is quick to complain, but Namjoon silences him with a raised hand. Meanwhile you’re frozen to your seat, feeling as though all your blood has simultaneously rushed into your face and fled your body entirely. Sure, you guys have toed the line of what’s proper during these late-night games, and as the only woman you’ve tended to get the brunt of it, but to give Yoongi a hickey? To press your lips, your tongue, your teeth to his smooth skin?

Now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure you’ve written that into a fanfic at some point anyways.

“Dude. No.” You say, at last finding your voice. “C’mon, that’s ridiculous.” You spare a glance at Yoongi, who you can tell is trying to keep a straight face. Still his clenched jaw and rapid blinking give away his anxiety, and– no. You couldn’t do something like that to Yoongi, who so clearly would hate it.

Namjoon raises a brow, his expression void of mercy. “You could always choose truth.”

You laugh nervously. You didn’t anticipate this, and now… “Can I take a drink instead?”

The leader shakes his head. When he speaks, it’s as though his voice is made of steel. When did he become so intense? “Nope. Truth or dare. Pick one.”

You inhale deeply. Dammit, Yoongs, you owe me one. “Truth.”

Immediately all tension melts from Namjoon’s gaze, and he breaks into the dorky grin you’re so familiar with. “Yes! Quick, guys, before she changes her mind!”

Your eyes widen. “No, wait–”

Hoseok pounces. “Have you ever written BTS fanfiction, and if so, what was it about?”

Fucking hell. You’ll get Joon back for this.

“Uh…” Should you lie? Every instinct is telling you to steer the boys as far from the truth as possible. Still, you’re buzzed, and it’s late, and–

“Yes. I have.”

Jungkook bursts out laughing, his nose scrunched as he slaps the couch. “I knew it!” The others celebrate in similar fashions:

“Ten bucks says it’s a ship fic!”

“Reader insert, it has to be.”

“Have you guys even heard Emo Y/n? I bet it’s super sad.”

You snatch Jungkook’s drink out of his hand and take a swig. You’re starting to realize you’re gonna need something stronger than wine if you want to survive the night. “How do you guys even know those terms? Who’s been corrupting you with Tumblish?”

“Twitter,” Taehyung replies, shuffling over and draping himself over the back of the couch, his head resting on your shoulder. “ARMYs kept tagging us, they thought we never saw.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Yoongi staring at the ground, smiling softly, his fingers laced together. Huh.

In the meantime, the remaining members have continued with their buzzword arguments. You begin petting Tae’s soft hair absentmindedly while waiting for the others to calm down and hopefully forget this entire conversation by morning.

“It’s probably crack.”

“No, fluff!”

“Angst, I told you!”

Jimin suddenly pipes up, his voice sleepy and soft. “What if it’s… smut?”

A hush falls over the room, and your breath catches in your throat. You don’t remember writing anything explicit, most romance scenes were mainly innocent, full of vague implications of other goings-on…

Wait. Your eyes widen. You did write that one scene, on a dare from Lisa… fuck. You rack your brain– what was it? You wrote it almost four years ago, you can hardly remember. It was about Namjoon, right? He was your bias around that time.

“Y/n, would you ever write smut?”

“Ha, maybe if someone paid me!”

“Ooh! Is that a promise?”

It was all a joke, but you did end up posting it on your Tumblr at some point or another, classifying it as dumb and crackheaded. Regardless, that means it’s online. And that means…

They could find it.

“Y/n-ie?” Taehyung waves a hand in front of your eyes and you jump, nearly colliding with him. “You zoned out for a bit~”

“S-Sorry.” You notice the boys are all still looking at you. “What?”

“Your truth. What was your fanfiction about?”

You sieze on the vague question. “Well, funny you should ask, I think I wrote one about Hobi here going to space, which was–”

“The hell? Did I die?” Hoseok whines. “Y/n, you traitor–”

“Wait, so you’ve written more than one?” Yoongi interrupts.

“I mean…” that’s safe to say, right? “Yes.”

Namjoon taps your shoulder. “Have you ever written smut?”

Jeez, what was with his confidence tonight? “I–”

“If you tell us the truth, we’ll make Joon hyung rap Expensive Girl,” Hoseok sings, swinging a shoe in his hand. Wait, is that your-

“Huh? Hold up, hold up, that wasn’t part of the deal!” Namjoon’s facade quickly fades in liu of genuine terror.

Yoongi slowly rises for the first time that night, his grin nothing short of malicious. “You wanna play sadistic games? If Y/n completes her truth, you have to do that dare.”

“Y/n, I changed my mind, don’t tell us,” Namjoon begs, turning to you.

Oh. Oh, the power coursing through your veins. Either way, you win. You could keep your dark secret, or torture Namjoon just a little bit more. What a glorious choice to have.

“You know what?” You drain your wine glass, the alcohol lending you courage. Namjoon wanted to make you give Yoongi a hickey, he deserves this. And you were younger, a simple fangirl– besides, it’s not like they’re going to ask you to read it. “Yes. I did write a smut fic once. And you know what, Joon? It was about you.”

You giggle and sit back as the members do the “OHHHHH!” thing that boys never seem to grow out of.

Instead of going red like you expected he would, a shit-eating grin spreads across Namjoon’s face. He seems more… well, pleased than anything.

“What was it about?” he asks.

“Joon,” Yoongi warns, his voice a note deeper than usual. You shoot Yoongi a grateful smile– how does he know you so well? As for the fic, you genuinely don’t remember, but knowing it was smut, and knowing it was about Namjoon…

“I dunno, dude, probably some daddy kink shit.”

Namjoon cocks his head. “Daddy… kink?”

You jaw drops, and in your bordering-on-drunk state, you can’t help but blurt out: “You don’t know what a daddy kink is? I thought you had one!”

The leader scratches his head. “What?”

You can’t help but laugh, the drinks finally hitting you hard. “Oh my god. C’mon, gather round, my students.” You reach out, clasping Jimin’s and Jin’s shoulders. “let’s teach you guys about fanfiction.”

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kny-secret-santa2019 · 5 years ago

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@mysaldate: surprise surprise, dear MJ matched me up to gift you—

I admit it was a great challenge for me since I had to be nice to Douma for Christmas HAHAHAHA

I don’t even know what happened with this one but I tried- XDD I hope you’ll like it.

~ @akaza-s-bitch

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characters: Douma, Enmu, Kotoha, Inosuke

prompts/settings (from your application): "Don’t throw that snowball, or else!" ; cuddling by the fireplace

a/n: I wrote two separate parts or rather "scenes", the overall setting is the same.

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~ Time Before Christmas ~

This was definitely not the Christmas present young Inosuke should’ve gotten. At least not according to his mother.

Douma had a totally different opinion: the boy clearly liked masks. And who wouldn’t like the face of a pretty woman as present? Well, he shouldn’t have taken that part too literal. But now it was far too late: Inosuke forcefully threw the severed head back to the tall man who had proudly offered it to him just now.

Kotoha didn’t have much of a choice than to just stand there and glare at the two in shock. It was too late to intervene anyways.

"Hey hey now.. How about you at least try it on once—" "NO!!" Inosuke had the biggest scowl on his face that a child could manage, plopping down on the floor with his arms crossed in front of his chest, whereas Douma looked heart-shatteringly sad. He had genuinely thought he had the best present ever, and couldn’t understand what was wrong with it? It had been so much work to make that head wearable too...

Kotoha suddenly felt like she now had to go and comfort two children, gluing the shards of their troubled souls together once more. Which actually wasn’t that far from reality. Kneeling down next to her son, she cooed "Hey Suke. Even when you don’t like a present, it is very rude to show it like that. It hurts the feelings of the person who gave it to you, you know? So how about you go and apologize to Douma now."

WHAT. Inosuke was mortified, but when he looked up into his mother’s face with that stern look in her bright green eyes, he could tell that he didn’t have much of a choice. She gently pushed him forward, until he eventually got up and walked over to Douma, who was still sitting in a corner and sulked, Kotoha was pretty certain that he was on the brink of tears by now too. "’M sorry", the boy scoffed, feverishly staring at his feet.

"Ohhhhh how cute!!", Douma’s face lit up in an instant, he was so easily impressed it made Inosuke even more mad at him. It didn’t help when Douma reached out and pulled him onto his lap, laughing happily despite the child’s obvious struggling to escape his grip. Awww, my two favorite men—, Kotoha thought to herself, knowing better than to say it out loud. Instead, she started: "Douma." He knew he was in trouble. His turn for a lecture now. "What did we talk about earlier? No body parts anywhere near the child?" His straight posture suddenly collapsed in itself when it slowly dawned on him. "Ummm.. but I thought... since this was a special occasion and she was ummm.. really pretty—" "Douma. IT’S NOT EVEN CHRISTMAS EVE!!" "Hmph okay fine!! But it wouldn’t stay as pretty for long so I had to give it to him now—" His and Inosuke’s pout were almost on par now. At least one thing they had in common.

Kotoha huffed in resignation. She couldn’t actually be mad at either of them for longer. She had a weakness for the two of them, and she was very well aware of that.

What a great start for Christmas time.

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"Hey hey, not so fast kiddo!", Douma yelled while trying to keep up with the small ball of layers over layers of warm clothing in front of him, who was currently dragging his wooden sleigh up the hill while the pale moon shone onto the broad surface of the shimmering snow. Inosuke giggled with a voice as clear as a bell, exclaiming "Not my fault that you’re so slow!!" before eventually slipping and losing his footing. Before he could slide all the way down the hill, Douma picked him up by the back of his jacket and grinned sweetly, which only served to anger the boy even more. "Let go of me, ugly!!", he struggled and squirmed like a wild animal caught in a trap, but to no avail. Douma was just amused by it, if anything. "Aww don’t be like that! I just helped you out!!" Now it was Douma‘s turn to giggle and to remark "You’re such a good boy, you didn’t even let go of your sleigh when slipping!" It was true, Inosuke hadn’t let go of the string he had pulled the sleigh with before. "I’m a nice guy, so let me help you a bit more~" Douma turned the sleigh around with his foot, before plopping the boy down on top of it. He could pick up the warning glare of Kotoha, who was waiting at the foot of the hill and keeping an eye on her boys. On her very reckless boys. Douma smiled and waved with his free hand, and she hesitantly waved back, a doubtful expression on her face. Which she was more than right to have, as it turned out yet again.

Douma eyed the construct until he was sure Inosuke had a good hold onto the sleigh‘s handle, before chirping "Break a leg!!" He let go of Inosuke‘s jacket and lightly pushed the sleigh forward until it tipped off and started sliding down the hill.

The joyous squealing coming from the young boy on his descent was like music in Douma‘s ears. Although admittedly, he did envy him for this.

He would’ve loved to have a childhood like this. A life like this...

That was when suddenly a calm voice dangerously close to his ear interrupted his train of thought. "Hmm... how about you join him?" "Oh, so you came?!" Douma shot a fangy grin at Enmu, who had apparently just arrived at the scene. "What better thing would there be to do than this on such a wonderful night?" "Haha, knowing you I’d say dreaming?", Douma made a vague gesture towards the young man, who only chuckled in reply. "Yes, that would be quite nice as well. But this is surely a welcome change."

After taking the other two sleighs that Douma and Kotoha had brought with them, the two demons eventually joined in on the fun. Even though Douma tried his best to coax Kotoha into joining them as well, she decided to watch from the sidelines and make sure nothing bad happened to any of them.

Though there she had made her calculations without her son.

During their race down the hill, Inosuke shifted his weight to cause his sleigh to crash into Douma’s, making both of them topple over and tumble downhill. "Woahhh—", Douma tried his best not to roll over Inosuke‘s tiny body, although this didn’t go vice versa: Inosuke continued "accidentally" hitting and kicking the tall man on his way down, while Enmu was laughing in the background. "Hahahaha, so that is an upper rank Kizuki for y— wahhh!!", Douma had kicked the sleigh from underneath him, the lower ranked demon lost his hold and fell as well, eventually joining the chaotic ball on its unstoppable descent.

Meanwhile Kotoha was in shock once more, praying to the gods that her son would survive this. Why did they always have to make her worry about them like that??

These worries soon vanished into thin air though, seeing as the chaotic trio had arrived at the bottom of the hill. They had come to a halt a few meters apart from each other, their bodies shaking in violent laughter. It sounded so carefree and light that Kotoha couldn’t help but succumb to its contagiousness, crouching down next to her son and scooping him up onto her lap.

"Haha! I can’t believe that kid is not mine!!", Douma snickered, followed by Inosuke yelling in offense "You wish!!" They broke out into laughter once more, and they couldn’t stop until they were all out of breath. Kotoha was the first to recollect herself. "So, was that it already or will you guys go for it once more?" "Again!!", Inosuke wiggled from side to side, eyes glowing in excitement. "You should long be in bed..", his mother tried to scold him, but seeing the disappointed face of his, she couldn’t help but agree to stay for a bit longer. Douma slid closer to her, wrapping an arm around her slim shoulders. "Only if you join us this time~" "What?? No, that wouldn’t go well—" His grip around her tightened. "Awww my love, I will make sure you stay safe! Just this once, pleaase?" "...Only this once." "Yaaay!!"

The four of them stood up and knocked the dirt and snow off their clothes, before starting their ascent up the hill once more. That’s when Douma suddenly had the glorious idea to pick Kotoha up and carry her bridal style. Much to Inosuke‘s chagrin. He pulled a very displeased grimace, before crouching down and gathering as much snow as his small hands could manage in their thick gloves. The shape he formed with it was far from round, but it would surely serve its purpose.

Pulling at the ends of his ponytail, he got Douma’s attention. And as soon as he turned his head, he was met with a child‘s hand full of snow. Blinking in surprise, he shook his head to get rid of the cold substance that now partly landed in Kotoha‘s face. Inosuke let out a boisterous laugh, all while crouching down to gather yet another pile of snow. Instead of Douma, Kotoha warned "Inosuke, don’t throw that snowball or else—" she tapped Douma‘s shoulder as a signal to let her down. As soon as her feet touched the ground, another snowball flew through the air, but just as it was about to hit Kotoha‘s chest, it was deflected by Douma’s hand in front of her. "Hmm, that was a close one champ~" Inosuke secretly feared his mother to be mad at him: he hadn’t even aimed for her. But instead, she gave him a mischievous grin, before swiftly moving to grab a handful snow from the ground and throw it towards her son as retaliation.

"Uh-oh." Enmu grasped the situation unusually quick and slowly retreated to not get in the crossfire, just in time before Douma announced gleefully "SNOWBALL FIGHT!!"

At first Kotoha and Inosuke were the only ones occupied with each other, but that was until Douma interrupted their fight by throwing a snowball in Kotoha‘s direction. Now it was her and Inosuke versus Douma. "Enmuuu~", he whined, "you won’t let me fight alone, now will you?!" With one swing of his fan, he created a huge lotus flower of ice that he could use as a shield from the incoming attacks. "Hey, that’s not fair! I thought we had said no demon cheating today!!", the woman giggled. "Sorry love!", Douma replied, "but I need to have a chance against you two!!" Enmu suddenly approached Douma, who then let out a sigh of relief. "Ah good you’re finally gonna help m—", he was interrupted by a chunk of weirdly slimy snow, which the mouth on Enmu’s hand had just spat into his face. The second time he had gotten hit in his face today.

Now it was all clear: Kotoha, Inosuke and Enmu versus the self-proclaimed ice queen Douma. "Hey you guys, that’s totally unfair!! What did I do to you to deserve this—" "You’re totally in the advantage here. Don’t tell me you fear losing against mere humans?", Enmu taunted, his tone of voice as calm as ever. "Well yeah, if I want to keep them!!" A transparent frozen ice block hit Enmu in the face. Douma straightened his posture before mocking the younger demon. "Yup yup, revenge sure is sweet~!" Enmu wiped his bloody nose which had very likely been broken, the cuts from the tiny ice shards all over his face had already fully healed. His faint signature smile crept onto his features. "Close one, Number 2! You almost injured your precious little humans there!!" "Oh, how kind of you to worry! But I am pretty confident in my aiming skills, so no need for that! Besides, I’d say I hit the target perfectly."

In the meantime, Kotoha and Inosuke had already counted themselves out of their quarrel as soon as Douma had thrown that ice block. They had started their own little snowball fight a few feet away from the demons. Though Enmu’s "worry" sure proved itself reasonable, the two were still recklessly close. That kind of trust was something Douma had been working hard to earn, so it was not a surprise that Kotoha relied on him to not let anything happen to her or her son. Especially not in something as plain as a snowball fight.

Enmu still couldn’t understand why these two humans were so special to Douma, but he had to admit that he himself liked them better than other humans as well. But that was probably only due to the amount of time he had spent getting used to them thanks to the ice queen’s "orders".

The snowball fights certainly wouldn’t have found an ending until dawn, if it hadn’t been for Kotoha reminding Douma that she was getting exhausted, which was not exactly an argument he would’ve accepted as such, but as soon as she told him she was getting cold, he seemed to completely forget about his ongoing fight and dropped everything to leave and go home. Much to Enmu’s frustration: and there he had been so sure he might’ve been close to winning! But in the end, he knew he had no other choice than to accept his fate and follow the others on their way back home.

The moon was already past its highest point when the four of them arrived, Inosuke already fast asleep with his arms wrapped around his mother’s shoulders, she couldn’t help but smile gently. Although it still was a mystery how he didn’t wake up from the ruckus Douma had caused, constantly prompting Kotoha to give him the child to hold it himself. She kept refusing his biddings solely for the reason that she knew as soon as she would give her son to Douma, he would inevitably wake up and not go back to sleep anytime soon.

"Enmu could help with that!! Right, riiight??" "I sure could. But why would I grant you that wish? Why should I use our master’s abilities for something like this?", he giggled softly, obviously not about to budge on this. While Douma and him kept arguing, Kotoha entered the cabin and sat down on a futon, one-handedly wrapping herself and her boy in a blanket. That was until Douma approached them, cooing "Awww you’re still cold? Let me help you with that~ can’t let my loved ones freeze to death now can I~" Enmu surely would’ve rolled his eyes, if he had been listening at all. Instead, he had already zoned out, frozen in place where he had entered and staring off into nowhere. This was nothing unusual though, so none of the others seemed to really take notice of it. After taking off his Kimono and draping it around Kotoha’s shoulders, Douma turned to light the fireplace as usual. Once everything was prepared, he effortlessly picked Kotoha up, who was still holding Inosuke, before plopping down on the futon himself, carefully placing the small woman in his lap with a heavy sigh, as if this act would’ve actually taken any effort. It seemed to bother him that she didn’t appear to fully relax in his embrace, so he sighed once more, as dramatically as he could manage before not so subtly hinting "Y’know if you’re that cold.. you’d just have to come a little closer, cuz I’d say I’m pretty hot." Kotoha chuckled before eventually leaning back against his chest and pinching his cheek from below "Sure you are." He hadn’t exactly expected that, so he couldn’t keep a faint pink blush from spreading across his face.

Enmu seemed to awaken from his trance, sauntering over to the trio to grasp the opportunity and poke Douma’s cheeks as well. "Awww would you look at that? The great Upper Moon Two is fluste—" he was interrupted once more this day when Douma reached out and pulled him down as well. "Now, now, little moon. Aren’t the four of us a cute bunch like this?" Kotoha chuckled and pulled the utterly confused Enmu closer to herself as well, a warm smile on her face that would’ve made the strongest man melt. And Enmu wasn’t even that.

But just when he relaxed a bit, getting lost in her pretty green orbs, Douma’s voice reprimanded him "Hey don’t look at her like that! She’s all mine~" Now all of them were laughing and Douma tightened his embrace around his smaller companions when it eventually became quiet again, the only things audible being Inosuke’s soft snoring and the soothing crackling of the fire.

And of course it was Douma who eventually broke the silence.

"Hey. Hey Enmu. About tomorrow.. Snowball fight?"

"Snowball fight."

#secret santa event #twelve kizuki #upper moon #douma #kotoha #kotoha hashibira #hashibira kotoha #inosuke hashibira #hashibira inosuke #lower moon #enmu #enmu tami #lower moon one #kny douma #upper moon two #submission

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war-sword · 5 years ago

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the ilvermorny exchange (6)

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summary: you’re an Ilvermorny student, and you’ve applied to the International Magic Student Exchange Program to attend your sixth year at Hogwarts instead. You and your friends are excited to go to school overseas, but a certain blonde prefect has decided to personally make your exchange year suck. You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. (draco x reader, enemies to lovers, female reader) words: 7,699 A/N: Hi guys! Welcome back! So many people asked me to continue this fic so I decided fuck it lets go. And here we are!!! Hope you all enjoy. Small side note, when I was writing the first 5 chapters of this story I did originally have a side-plot of Alex having a crush on Ginny Weasley. I took those parts out because for some reason I thought it might be distracting?? Or people would think it was weird?? Idk but now I'm putting it back in because the person irl who Alex is modeled after asked me to lmfao. So I've gone back and added those into the past chapters, in case you wanna go back and refresh yourself anyway! taglist: @tragically-cordelia @mhftrs @2pumpkin-pasty @gingerlouisgirl @seriouslynotfunny @clockworkherondale @cherrie511 @songforhema @marvelrose @acciodracoo @eltanin-malfoy

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“Fucking finally.” Alex smirks at you good-naturedly as you meet her in the corridors between the Horned Serpent and Thunderbird dorms.

“Ms. Angeles had to pin my skirt! It was an emergency!” You reply.

Alex just rolls her eyes, and you head off in the direction of the center of the Ilvermorny castle. “Ugh. I wish Mr. Foxbrair had let me wear the boys outfit,” she pulls at the suspenders of her pale blue skirt irritably.

“At least we have pockets!” You say, digging your hands into them for emphasis. “I think they’re cute.” You spin as you walk, letting the skirt flare out. You and Alex, like all the rest of the last years, are dressed in your formal Ilvermorny uniforms. Blue suspender skirts and white long-sleeve button downs for the girls, while the boys wear cranberry pants and white button-downs. Everyone wears ties with their house emblem.

As last years, you’ve arrived at Ilvermorny a few hours early to change into your uniforms and prepare for the lower years to arrive. You get perform the opening dance at the First Feast tonight, and help younger students find their way as they settle in. But first– you want your wand.

There’s a bit of a line at the counter, which has multiple windows. You and Alex join the shortest one, and you peer over the shoulder of the person in front of you to watch the slender wand boxes fly around as the teachers working the counter summon them from the safe behind.

“I’m so glad this is the last time we ever have to do this. I can’t wait to do magic at home,” Alex sighs.

“Same. It’s so hard having to go from cleaning my room here and then having to do it manually all summer,” you agree.

You and Alex are both startled by a hand clapping down on your shoulders. You both turn to see Chris behind you, laughing.

“Chris! Hey!” You say, grabbing him around the middle in a tight hug. Alex piles on top and the three of you giggle, swaying unsteadily.

“What’s up?” He asks as you all separate.

“Not much,” Alex says. “You look good in those pants.”

Chris poses. “I think pink and red are my colors. Too bad I’m going to look like a giant idiot when we have to dance.”

“Chris, literally all we do is weave between the tables and shoot the streamers out of our wands. We’ve watched it happen for the past six years, do you not know how it goes?” You ask, incredulous.

“You think I pay attention?” He responds. You just laugh and move forward in the line.

Alex gets her wand first and cradles it like a newborn. “Ohhhhh, my sweet baby, I missed you.” She kisses it gently for dramatic effect. You don’t even laugh though, because the second you have yours in your hand, you feel like you could do the same. Holding your wand for the first time in three months makes your nerves come alive and you feel like you could burst at the seams with happiness. Being reunited with your wand feels like being reconnected with a part of your soul.

You flick your wand and gentle wisps of glittery mist come out of the tip and dissipate into the air, making you grin. “I love magic.”

The three of you mill around in the entryway afterwards, greeting all your other friends you hadn’t seen over the holidays. Some of your friends from last year’s exchange trip come over, too.

“What’s up, Y/n?” Kenny asks as he sweeps you into a hug.

“Hey!” You and Alex take turns giving him a hug, and he goes in for a handshake with Chris.

“How was Taiwan?”

“Oh, so cool.” Chris’s eyes glitter.

“Whoa, I forgot you were going there!” You exclaim. “You were meeting family, right?”

“Yeah. So many cousins, so many family meals. I’ve never eaten so much zong zi in my life, dude.”

“Did you go anywhere else?” Kenny elbows him, a sly smile on his face. “England, perhaps?”

Chris just rolls his eyes. “No. Emi only ever sent me three letters, but she was in China visiting her family like I was in Taiwan. What about you guys?” He turns to you and Alex. “Either of you go to Europe?”

“Hell no, Portkeys overseas are expensive!” Alex says. Chris was, of course, referring to her visiting the Weasley’s. Alex had started dating Ginny towards the end of the term in May, shortly after the last Quidditch match. Ron was of course angry Ginny kept dating his friends, but the rest of you thought it was cute. Chris and Kenny look at you expectantly.

You shake your head. “Me neither. Draco was traveling, and we agreed against meeting the parents anyway. It was never that serious.” You give a shrug. It was true, though. Still, when you’d left Hogwarts in June, it had obviously been a sad departure. You’d been a little teary as you hugged goodbye.

“Are you crying?” Draco had asked, sounding both shocked and concerned for you.

“No,” you said grumpily, rubbing your eyes fiercely on the edge of your sleeve.

His eyes had softened and he brushed your hair out of your face. “Come on, you know you can’t lie to me. Why?”

You’d just buried your head into his chest, too embarrassed about being so emotional. “‘Cuz we’re breaking up and I can’t handle it like an adult. Ugh.” You’d mumbled.

Draco pulled you away from him a little so he could whisper in your ear. “Who said we’re breaking up?”

“We’re not?” You’d sniffed.

He’d had that stupid smile on his face that made you want to deck him but also make your heart jump into your throat. “Last I checked, I didn’t break up with you, so, unless you’re the one doing the breaking up…”

“Oh, I hate you!” You’d groaned, but also smiling at the same time. Draco had picked you up off the ground to make you giggle.

“I hate you, too. So stop crying!” He’d put you down and pressed a few kisses on your cheek and your forehead. “Write to me, okay? I promise we’ll see each other again.”

“Okay, we better. Wait, I need your address!”

“Oh, shit. Do you have parchment?”

“No.”

“Uh, okay stick out your arm.”

You’d both been a giggling mess as Draco scratched out his address onto your forearm with one of his fancy Always-Inked Quills, your laughing interspersed with him begging you to be more still and not smudge.

“We’re such idiots.” Your tears of sadness had turned to ones of laughter.

“Speak for yourself!” He’d exclaimed. You kissed one last time.

“Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Draco.”

“Uh, ‘not that serious’ my ass.” Alex says, bringing you back out of your memories. “You were both crying.”

“We were laughing!” You defended. “And it’s true, we only exchanged a few letters. We were both busy and international owl post takes a while.”

“Damn, we all got the shaft from our British wifeys!” Chris complains.

“Aha, not me!” Alex does a little dance. “Ginny is coming for the Exchange this year.”

Chris and Kenny ooh’d. You already knew this, of course. Alex was lucky that Ginny was in the year below. It was unlikely you’d see any of your Hogwarts friends until you graduated, but Alex and Ginny would get a whole other year together.

“Who’s coming for the Exchange?” Sarah had appeared, walking up with Alice.

“Ginny Weasley,” you answer.

“Ooh, fun. Who else is coming?” Sarah asks.

You all exchange glances. “I dunno, I guess we didn’t really know many other people in the year below us while we were there,” Kenny says.

“I don’t think any of Gin’s friends are coming, she probably would’ve mentioned it,” adds Alex.

“Anyone want to go to the inner courtyard to go do some spells?” Chris suggests, changing the subject.

You all agree readily, and head outside. You take turns messing around– levitating rocks, each other, and you and Chris have a mini-duel, ending with his dress uniform completely ruined. Sarah expertly Scourgifies it clean again. Alex and Kenny work together to enlarge a small patch of mushrooms so you can all climb on them. Chris has just discovered they’re great slides when you hear a voice ring across the courtyard.

“WHAT DO YOU YOU ALL THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Everyone freezes, your first instinct being fear. You turn your head, gazing down from the mushroom to see Ms. Bell standing a few feet off, watching you with a smile on your face.

“Uh, nothing!” Kenny calls.

“Hey Ms. Bell!” You, Sarah and Alice chorus.“We’ll put it back, don’t worry!” You slide down off the mushroom and run over to her to give your favorite teacher a hug.

“How was your summer? You need to come visit me and tell me about your Exchange year!” She asks, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Great!I’ll definitely come by to tell you about Hogwarts.”

“Awesome!” She beams. “Ready for your last year?”

“Yes! But also no, I’ll be so sad to leave.” You say, as the rest of the group comes over to say hello. “I’m going to sign up for your new class! the History of Magical Painting and Photography, right?”

“Yes, I’m excited for it,” she says, giving Sarah a side hug. “You should all sign up if you like art, I think it’s going to be lots of fun. I’ve been planning for it all summer.” Sarah and Alice nod, and the others politely say they’ll consider it.

“Alright, I’ve got to go. I’m on Exchange Student duty again.” Ms. Bell brandishes a scroll of parchment, her own dress cloak swishing as she moves. “Fix those mushrooms back before you all leave, please!”

“Wait, which Exchange?” You ask.

“Hogwarts, same as last time.”

“Can we see the list?” Alex asks. “My girlfriend is coming, we just want to see if there’s anyone else we know.”

Ms. Bell unrolls the parchment and you all gather around to read it. Your eyes scan the paper and you don’t recognize anyone else except Ginny– Wait! Your heart skips a beat, and you blink your eyes and grasp the edge of the parchment next to Ms. Bell’s hand, making sure you read it correctly.

Draco Malfoy.

“See anyone else you know?” Ms. Bell asks.

Alex catches sight of your shocked expression and laughs. “We know him!” She points to Draco’s name.

“But… but he’s in our year. He isn’t eligible for the Exchange,” you say softly. “It must be a mistake.”

“Hm, I don’t think so. I remember he was a later addition.”

You’re still staring off into space while Ms. Bell rolls up the parchment. “I really have to go. Would you guys like to come along to greet your friends?”

You and Alex follow Ms. Bell out of the courtyard, still slightly in a haze. Was Draco really coming? He’d never mentioned it to you, while you were at Hogwarts or in any of his letters. And besides, IMSEP rules were really strict; He was too old for Exchange. Alex elbowed you and broke you from your stupor.

“You didn’t know he was coming?” She asks.

“No! I had no idea! Is that like, allowed?” Even as you say it, thoughts are already bubbling into your mind. Draco, here, at Ilvermorny. With you. You’ll get to show him around, go to classes again, you can go on dates on weekends out… You were getting excited. Alex is smiling like crazy and clutching your hand. You can’t help but grin also.

When you get to the front lawn, the afternoon sun is getting lower as the last of the Portkeys come in. Students are arriving in descending order of their grade, so they can get settled into their dorms before dinner. First year’s arrive last, as well as Exchange students, so they can be sorted before the First Feast. You watch a group of eleven year olds go by, led by a teacher and another last year. Ms. Bell leads you over to an open patch of grass where the Hogwarts Portkey will let out, and checks her watch. “They should be here any moment.”

A moment later, there’s a whooshing sound and a group of almost twenty people land on the lawn pretty far away, some of who you can see toppling over as they land hard. “Oh no, we’re too far away!” Ms. Bell begins walking at a brisk pace towards the group.

Alex starts running, obviously already honed in on Ginny. You walk along with Ms. Bell, still not sure Draco will be there. As you draw closer, you spot his bright hair in the mass of people. You start running too.

Draco spots you coming, and looks slightly surprised, but still smiling. He lets go of his trunk and bag to open his arms, and you launch yourself into them.

“Hey baby!” He laughs into your ear as he spins you around. “Are you surprised?"

“You. Are. The biggest. Bastard!” You cry once he puts you down, hitting on his chest with your fists to punctuate your words.

“Ouch! Okay, enough with the hitting!” He’s still laughing though, pulling your fists away. You put up a tiny fight, but he’s much stronger than you. When he lets go you wrap your arms around him in another hug.

“Yes I’m surprised!” You say, pulling back again. You’re not sure if you want to hug him again, kiss him, hit him some more or just look into his eyes. There’s so much you want to do at once. “And wow, I think you got tan when you went to Italy.”

Draco chuckles. “It won’t last long. And look at you! You’ve cut your hair!” He takes his hands off your waist to brush through the strands.

“Yes! It’s a little shorter now. You like?”

“I love it.” His eyes keep flicking across your face and the rest of you like he can’t get enough, and you’re glad to know he feels the same way. He leans down and finally places a gentle kiss on your lips, and you feel like you could explode from happiness.

Ms. Bell finally reaches the group. “Hi Everyone! Welcome to Ilvermorny. Please look around and make sure the person you were standing next to is here, sometimes people do go missing… all good?” She retrieves the used Portkey, an umbrella, from the ground, and waves her wand. Everyone’s luggage vanishes, off to be kept until after the sorting. “Alright, let's go!” We don’t want to get behind schedule, we’ve got lots to do tonight before we get to eat!”

You grab Draco’s hand as you all start the walk back towards the castle. “So how were you allowed to come here? You’re too old for Exchange! How did you convince your parents? How long will you be here?” All the questions that were buzzing around in your head came spilling out all at once.

“I’ll be here all year,” Draco said. “I transferred, I’m not on Exchange. And lots and lots of convincing.”

You really didn’t have anything to say, you were just in happy shock. You smiled to yourself as you looked back at the castle and thought about Draco living there, too.

“I hope you’re not mad,” he said, looking over at you. “Should I have told you?”

“No! I’m not mad, just surprised is all!” You say. “Wow, I can’t wait for you to get sorted!”

“Should be interesting,” Draco muses. “I’ve been wondering how it will go.” The group had reached the castle, and Draco gives your hand a squeeze. “We’ll talk after, okay? You can show me around.”

Ms. Bell marches up the steps and stops in between the large statues of Isolt Sayre and James Steward, where the large group of first years are gathered. She motions for you and Alex to follow her, and you leave Draco behind with a wink. The three of you go around the set of big front doors and enter through a side corridor.

You part from Ms. Bell, and head quickly up the stairs to the balcony under the glass dome on the main rotunda. Alex spots your friends, and you both hurry to join them, muttering apologies as you make your way to the railing– last years get to sit at the front to watch the sorting.

“Hey,” you mutter, sitting down just behind your roommates, Stella and Grace. You hadn’t seen them since you moved in earlier that afternoon. “Guess what?”

“What?” Grace asks. Chris shifts back to be next to you so Alex can sit near the railing and dangle her feet off the edge.

“Y/N’s boyfriend is here.” Alex answers before you can.

“What?” Stella gasps. Grace’s mouth drops open in surprise. “You didn’t tell us!”

“I literally found out ten minutes ago! Sneaky asshole.” You look between Alex and Chris. “He’s transferred.”

“Oh, shit.” Chris looked impressed. “Because of you?”

“Maybe? I don’t know! We didn’t get to talk too much, we were coming in here.”

“Point him out to us when he comes in.” Grace says, looking towards the big double doors. Stella nods in agreement.

A hush falls over the rotunda as your Principal, Joan Rittler, sweeps into view below to stand on the golden knot on the floor, surrounded by the four statues of Ilvermorny. She’s wearing dress robes also, long black ones with intricate navy, cranberry and gold embroidery that swirl gently. Her long dreadlocks are piled on her head in a complicated knot that also has gold accents decorating it. She raises her ring covered hands for complete silence. “Hello, everyone,” she begins. “We are about to start our age old tradition of Sorting our new students. Please remember to remain quiet until the student has chosen their House.”

She turns and raises her hands toward the double doors, and they swing open. The group of first years all shuffle in uncertainty, the older group of exchange students sticking out at the back because they’re so much taller. Principal Rittler ushers them to come further inside with a welcoming smile on her face. Once the blob of kids has made a rough semicircular shape at the edge of the room, the doors close back. You spot Draco near the wall, his eyes scanning the balcony for you, but you’re probably just a bit too far back. You elbow Grace and point to Draco’s blonde head.

“I didn’t know you were dating an albino,” Grace murmurs over the sound of the footsteps below.

You can’t even argue with her. “He’s actually tan right now, if you can believe it.”

“Merlin.”

Principal Rittler’s voice fills the rotunda without her even trying. “Welcome, students. You are all about to be sorted into your Houses. You will come up, one at a time, and stand on this knot–” she gestures to her feet– “and your House will be announced by the movement of the statues. You may then go over and join your new House mates behind the statue.”

“We have Thunderbird, for those with powerful and adventurous souls. Puckwudgie, for the strong and healing of heart. Wampus, for the brave warriors of body, and Horned Serpent for those engaged and scholarly minds. If more than once House wants you, it is up to you to choose, so think carefully.”

You felt a tiny twinge in your stomach at Principal Rittler’s words as you did every year.

“May the sorting begin.” Principal Rittler pulls her wand from inside her robes and conjures a scroll. She steps back off the knot and outside the circle of statues, and lets the long scroll fall open. “Acworth, Ames.”

A tiny girl with thin hair scurries from the middle of the blob and goes to stand on the knot. A few tense moments pass, and then the Thunderbird comes to life and beats it’s huge wooden wings. Thunderbirds all around the balcony burst into cheers as Ames beams and walks over to stand behind the statue.

It goes on like this, down the list. Ilvermorny is a huge school, and between first years and Exchange students there are at least eighty people to be sorted. You lean over and whisper in Chris’s ear. “Kinda makes you miss the fifteen minute Hogwarts sorting, doesn’t it?”

Chris’s eyes go wide as he gives you a deep nod.

You watch as the light changes from yellow to orange through the top of the dome. Two children have more than one statue offer them a place in their House, which always livens up the sorting. One girl immediately chooses Puckwudgie, while the other boy starts to cry before finally choosing Horned Serpent. You hope he’s not wrong, and make a mental note to try and find him at some point during the first week.

Finally, all the first years are done, and it’s time for the Exchange students. Principal Rittler turns her scroll over to the back side. “Álvarez, Jose!” A tan boy steps onto the knot and is immediately made a Wampus.

When Principal Rittler calls out “Malfoy, Draco,” your heart starts to go double time, like it’s you getting sorted all over again. You lean forwards to look between the bars of the railing, and you can feel Chris, Alex, Grace and Stella all watching you as much as they watch him.

Draco steps out onto the knot. There is no movement for a second, and then, three statues come alive at once. The Puckwudgie raises his arrow up, while the Thunderbird beats its wings. The crystal set into the forehead of the Horned Serpent glows, and it twists its neck around.

Murmurs are heard across the rotunda. You’ve seen threes happen only twice more in your years at Ilvermorny. Twos are much more common, and fours almost unheard of. Everyone is watching with bated breath to see which house Draco will choose, but you have a feeling you already know.

When Draco walks over to join the group behind the Horned Serpent statue, you scream along with Stella and Grace. The rest of your House is the loudest it’s been all night.

Several other students go, and then it’s Ginny’s turn. Alex is gripped by the same anticipation as you as Ginny strides out of the group and onto the knot. She’s made a Thunderbird, and Alex whistles loudly for her.

You grab Alex’s shoulder. “Did you guess right, too?” You yell over the other Thunderbird’s raucous applause.

“Uh-huh!”

You and Alex high-five hard.

Finally, the sorting comes to an end. Another set of double doors opposite the main ones open into Ilvermony’s Great Hall, and the newly sorted first years rush inside to receive their first wands. While the wand choosing doesn’t take nearly as long as the sorting, it’s another round of waiting the upper years have to endure. There’s lots of traffic going down the two staircases from the balcony to the main floor.

“Aw, guys, that was our last sorting!” Stella pulls a face and puts her hand on her heart.

“So many lasts,” Chris adds.

“Hey, look on the bright side,” you interject. “This gets to be our first time leading the dance and the songs!”

“True.”

You finally emerge at the bottom of the stairs. You intend to try and find Draco, so he can know where to sit, but your Head of House, Ms. Angeles, is collecting last years at the back of the rotunda. You and Alex exchange an annoyed glance as you make your way over.

Ms. Angeles is attempting to count everyone, but gives up. She rests the tip of her wand on her neck and clears her throat. Everyone stops talking, lower years still filing into the Great Hall peer over at you all as they walk. “I sincerely hope that after six years you know how this is going to work!” Ms. Angeles’s voice sounds extra loud.

Next to you, Chris grimaces.

“If you don’t, stand behind someone who does and follow them. Four lines, please! And do not stand next to your house mates!”

Alex grabs you, and you in turn grab Chris. Grace and Stella follow you anyway as you make your way to one of the four lines forming. “Think again if you thought I’d listen to a single order Angeles tells me this year,” Grace mumbles.

Ms. Angeles evens up the lines until she’s satisfied. Through the open doors you can see that most everyone has taken a seat at the many tables, first years closest to the walls, with a cluster of empty tables in the center of the room for the last years to sit at. The edges of the room are fraught with excited conversations as eleven year old’s hold and compare wands for the first time, unable to contain their excitement. Ms. Angeles leaves you to take her seat at the staff table, and you all wait as the last few people sort themselves out. It’s then you notice Draco sitting all alone at one of the empty tables. He’s picked one on the edge so he blends in with the sixth years at the tables nearest to him, but it’s still a sad sight. You cover your mouth with your hands, not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

“Aw, Draco!” Alex notices, too.

“That’s literally the saddest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Stella comments.

“We have to go over there after, oh my God,” you giggle, tearing up. All your emotions from the past hour– seeing your friends again after summer, Draco suddenly appearing, and remembering you’re doing this all for the last time– are coming to the surface in a weird mix.

“Babe! Are you crying?” Alex turns around and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“No! I mean, yes, but… I don’t know, there’s too much happening right now!” You sniff, flicking away the tears that cling to your lashes. “Ugh! Okay, let’s go.” You pull out your wand and bounce on the balls of your feet, ready to get the dance started.

There is some whisper-arguing amongst the four leaders of the lines, and then they set off skipping, starting to clap in time. The two center lines wind their way back and forth between the tables through middle, while the outer lines go along the wall.

“We stand as one united,

Against the Puritan.

We draw our inspiration,

From good witch Morrigan.”

The students sitting down continue clapping while you all sing. Your line turns when you reach the staff table, and you begin to skip in the opposite direction of the other lines. Most of the first years sit at their tables and listen to the song, watching with excitement. Older students reach out their hands and you give them all high fives as you pass. Across the hall, Draco catches your eye, smiling as he watches you dance. You grin back as your classmates sing about Ilvermorny, the supreme wizard school, and green streamers come out of your wand as you twirl around.

After a long and satisfying First Feast, you jump up from your table to go find Draco. After the dance, you hadn’t been able to make your way to sit with him. Alex was also unable to find a seat near Ginny, and so you’d both suffered through the meal away from your partners. But now that it was time to go back to your dorms, you had the chance to find Draco and not be separated again.

As everyone exited from the hall, you squeeze your way over through the crowd. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He grabs your hand to keep you together.

“I knew you’d be Horned Serpent” you say, following your House mates out of the hall and towards the west staircase. “Did you pick it to be with me, or because you felt it fit?

“Many reasons,” he says. “But I will have you know I read up on Ilvermorny this summer and did think about it before I got here.”

“Really?” You’re impressed, but also that’s such a thing he would do. Draco doesn’t like unknowns.

“Of course. Got to be prepared, right?”

You don’t say anything, and instead just enjoy a moment to yourself gazing at his face. “Wait ‘till you see our common room, it’s so fun.”

You climb up several flights of stairs until you reach a large wooden door that’s covered in a grid of carvings. The door is already open, letting the steady stream of students through. “You get in my tapping certain squares in a pattern,” you say as you pass. “We’ll find it out from someone before tomorrow. And I want to take you around.”

As you enter the Horned Serpent common room, you turn to Draco to see his reaction. The Horned Serpent dorms are located in one of the five big turrets of the castle, meaning the construction leads vertically rather than horizontally. The common room is a the bottom, a large circular room with chairs, couches, and three fireplaces on the walls. Piles of books are all over the floor, separating clusters of chairs near the fires or windows, so people can study or talk in groups. Your favorite part of the common room though is the ceiling– perhaps hundreds of chandeliers, ranging from the largest one in the center to tiny ones the size of cups cover the room in a soft glow. On opposite sides of the room are entrances to the different dormitories, and you drag Draco over to the left one.

“This is to the girl’s rooms, I want you to meet my cats!”

“Can I go in there?” Draco says, unsure.

“Duh.” You roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t be taking you if I couldn’t”

You lead the way up a spiral staircase. You stop on the second landing, which is semicircular, and lead Draco to the second door.

“Hey.” You poke your head inside. Grace is already laying on her bed, reading, while Stella is at her desk struggling to open an ink bottle.

“Hey,” Stella and Grace answer in unison. “Did you bring him?” Grace asks, marking her place and closing her book.

You nod. You step into the room and pull Draco in behind you. “These are my friends, Stella and Grace.”

Draco looks back and forth between the three of you for a moment. “Are you guys… sure you aren’t related?”

Grace laughs and you sigh. “People get us mixed up all the time. Our hair looks the same from the back. But other than that we all look different, I’d say.” Your first year at Ilvermorny had been a tough one for teachers. Stella and Grace being your roommates, they were also your first friends, so you all had to endure lots of “Grace! No, er- Y/N!” “Actually, I’m Stella,” in any class and around the hallways. As you’d gotten older and the three of you had changed around your haircuts, it had gotten easier.

“Congratulations on Horned Serpent, Draco,” Grace says as Stella continues to struggle with her ink bottle. “It’s lucky you got to pick. So did Y/N.”

“Yes, she’s told me about it. And you all, too. Er, do you want a hand with that?” Draco asks as Stella slams the ink back onto the desk in defeat.

“Please.” Stella grabs the bottle and silently offers to toss it. Draco nods and catches it deftly with one hand, cracks it open in one go, and throws it back to a bewildered Stella.

“Show off,” you mutter, bending down to look under your bed.

“Hot,” Grace corrects. “You picked a better one this time, Y/N.”

You choose to ignore this comment. From under your bed, you pull a fat grey cat. “Draco, this is Benedict, one of my cats.” With Benedict’s massive body balanced against your chest, you reach onto your bed and scoop up a much smaller black cat with huge green eyes with your other hand. “And this is Sophie.” Now that you’ve woken the cats up, their voices start to filter into your head.

‘Who’s this?’ Sophie questions, sniffing the air.

‘Mom, I don’t like it, he smells different!’ Benny starts to squirm in your arms.

“Settle down,” you say, clutching Benny tighter to you. “And be nice! This is Draco, I’ve told you about him.”

“Ahem, your cats?” Grace interrupts. “They’re my kids too now, I looked after them for you while you were gone.”

“Fine, our cats.” You hold Sophie out to Draco. “Here, she wants to see you.”

Draco takes Sophie from you with some hesitation. You wrangle Benny in more securely now that you have both hands. ‘Oh, he’s warm!’ Sophie closes her eyes and starts to purr. ‘I see why you chose this one.’

‘Mom NO! Sophie don’t, he seems strange! Don’t trust him!’

“Don’t be rude!” You scold. Benny continues to writhe in your arms so you put him down, and he runs over and jumps onto Grace’s bed.

“Hah!” She says triumphantly.

“He’ll come around,” you assure Draco. “But for now Sophie really seems to like you, she’s always been the friendlier one.”

‘More like reckless!’ Benny meows allowed, but only you understand what it means.

“Be nicer to your sister!” You say to him. He sulks back and hides behind Grace.

“What are they saying?” Draco asks, intrigued. He scratches Sophie under her chin and she purrs even more.

“Benny says you smell and Sophie says you’re warm and I made a good choice.”

Draco laughs, which disturbs Sophie a bit. ‘Ah, he can be loud though! I’m too hot now. I want to keep napping.’ She leaps from Draco’s arms and back onto her little hollow in your blankets.

“It seems like they’re done. Let’s go on a castle tour.” You move around Draco to go back out the door. Stella and Grace chorus goodbye as you whisk Draco out again.

As you re-enter the common room, Draco stops you. “Can I find my room first? I want us to be able to take our time and I want to know where I’m going when we get back.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. My bad.” You start to blush with embarrassment that you’d forgotten. “Want me to go up there with you?”

“I think I can manage.” He gives you that stupid crooked smile and you immediately realize you’ve been a little clingy.

“I’ll wait down here for you when you’re ready,” you say as Draco disappears up the stairs. You settle into one of the chairs to wait, swinging your feet over the side. Several more of your House mates pass, including Alice, who gives you the pattern for the door. After what feels like an eternity, Draco reemerges from the boys dormitories looking pleased.

You close the book you’d pulled out to pass the time. “Are you with anyone you know?”

Draco shook his head. “No. You know Gao and Will very well?”

“Which Will?” You chuckle as you get up. “There’s at least 5. And Gao’s real name is Will too, by the way. We just all call him Gao.”

“Brilliant,” Draco sighs. “Also no. He’s got brown hair and green eyes if that helps.”

“Nope, two of them look like that.”

“I give up.”

“I’ll find out tomorrow and give you my opinion.”

You lead the way out of the common room and into the halls. “Where do you wanna go first?”

“I don’t care.” Draco takes up your hand. “Your favorite spots.”

So you take Draco around the castle. Ilvermorny is massive, and you show him little shortcuts along the way when you can. You take him to the halls where all the seventh year classes are located, and down to the hallway where Ms. Bell’s new history classes are taking place and halfway convince Draco to sign up with you. As you go through the halls, you greet all the statues you’ve come to know over the years. Ilvermony’s corridors are filled with enchanted sculpture, some small, some lifesize, and others so massive they require their own small rounded spaces and are situated in the middle of hallways. You take him to see your favorite, called Lady Lightfoot, whom everyone affectionately calls Lucy.

You pull Draco into her rounded hallway room, one side of which has huge windows that look out onto the East Lawn of Ilvermorny. Linda has long locks of flowing hair and is sculpted in a sheer dress. She’s in her true sculpted position, resting against a rock, when you enter.

“Hi, Lucy!” Your words echo in the empty room.

Lucy turns away from gazing out the window at the sound of your voice. “Y/n! What a lovely surprise, I should expect one of my favorite students to come and visit on the first night! And after such a long time, too.” The two of you walk to stand in front of her, and Lucy’s pale marble face beams down at you. Her stone locks fall about her face as though they were as soft as real hair. “Who’s this?”

“Lucy, this is my boyfriend, Draco. He’s from Hogwarts.”

Lucy gasps so loudly both you and Draco jump. “Boyfriend! My, you leave me for a year and come back with an English beau? And he’s handsome too!” She leans down to get a better look.

You laugh, and start to blush again. “I’m just showing him around.”

“How lovely,” she sighs, clasping her hands together. “I’m so glad you’ve opened your heart up again, Y/n.”

You draw in a short breath. This was not a subject you wanted to broach tonight, and take this as a cue to get out before Lucy spills anything else about your embarrassing lower year self. And why did everyone keep bringing it up?

“We’ve still got lots to see, but we’ll be by tomorrow. Bye!” You drag Draco to the exit and keep going down the hall. “Okay, I’ve saved the best for last. Come this way.”

At the end of the hall, you find a wooden door to the left of another big window. You tug on the door–it’s always a bit sticky– while Draco gazes out across the lawn.

“The Quidditch pitch here is huge,” he says, sounding impressed. “Much bigger than Hogwarts’.”

“Oh, yeah definitely,” you grunt, giving the door one last hard pull and it finally comes open. “That’s what we’re going to look at, but the view is better from up here.” You usher for Draco to follow you into the door.

It leads to a short set of stairs which have a trapdoor at the top. Draco closes the door at the bottom at your instruction, and you light your wand to see in the darkness. The trapdoor is easier to open, and you climb up and out.

You come out on a small landing, a circular balcony with a roof just big enough for four people to sit or stand. Draco emerges from the trapdoor and you firmly shut it behind him. “So this is what those tiny little turrets are,” Draco says.

“Yep, there’s little places like this all over the castle.” You use your wand to blow a few leaves and dust off the floor of the balcony. “Some are permanently closed, but others you can get to. This is the one my friends and I use. Mostly people use it for smoking, but I like the view.”

You join Draco in leaning against the railing. “You can see the pitch, and that building is the creatures barn, where all the magical animals live.”

You watch the sunset over the trees for a few moments before you feel Draco staring at you. “What?” You say, looking over.

Draco pushes off the railing and leans back against one of the pillars holding up the roof. “I don’t know what you’re waiting for.”

“I’m the one waiting?” You put a hand to your chest in disbelief. “I brought you up here.”

Draco opens his arms up. “Come on.”

“No.” You smirk.

Draco’s mouth drops open. “Stop being difficult, Y/n!” He pretends to sound aghast.

“I’ve never been difficult in my life,” you say airily, turning back to look out across the trees. Draco comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his chin on top of your head. Your heart flutters in your chest with excitement. Draco reaches a hand up to brush your hair away from the side of your face, and you feel his breath on your ear when he dips his head down. There’s nothing you can do to stop the involuntary curl of your toes when he presses his mouth to the sensitive part of your neck, and your resolve is immediately broken.

You twist around in his arms, and your noses brush together as your lips meet in a much anticipated kiss. An entire summer of waiting comes to the surface immediately, and you’re pulling each other close with an almost desperate need. You hadn’t forgotten how well you fit together and the wonderful ways Draco could touch you that made you dizzy with desire, but it was nice to have a refresher.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you say unevenly between kisses.

“Me too,” he responds, just as breathless.

After several long minutes of heated kissing, you end sitting on the floor in Draco’s lap, his fingers tracing patterns along the sides of your thighs while you catch your breath.

“I know how much you like Ms. Bell, but Merlin if I wasn’t angry I couldn’t kiss you like that when I first caught sight of you.”

You let out a soft laugh, and press a kiss to his forehead. “So tell me, I want to know the story of how you ‘go here now’.”

He lets out a sigh and looks off to the side, fingers still trailing across your legs absentmindedly. “I was so tired of Hogwarts. My father always wanted to send me to another European wizarding school, but mum wanted me closer to home. I told them about how all the Exchange students from America took much more useful and interesting classes and how schooling abroad looks impressive, and after a few weeks I had them convinced. Mother was annoyed I didn’t just apply for Exchange last year, but this way I won’t get behind in classes like everyone, because I’ll graduate with you all here.

Obviously I chose Ilvermorny because you’re here. But if you’re worried about this being some grand romantic gesture I was expecting you to return, that’s not it.”

You nod, taking in everything he’s said. You brush a finger down the line of his neck to his partially unbuttoned shirt collar. “I did wonder about that. But those are good reasons. Ilvermorny is superior, anyway,” you smirk.

“Good,” he says, running his entire hand over your leg now. “I thought you might be mad that I came without telling you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I know you do like a little romantic gesture.”

“Thanks. I really think you’ll like it here, too. I meant it when I said I’m glad you’re– hey, stop that! I’m trying to talk!”

Draco’s slid both his hands under you skirt, making you gasp. You grab his wrists and put his hands back near your knees while he laughs.

“You know, it won’t be as convenient as it was at Hogwarts. We both have roommates now, it won’t be like when we could have your Prefect’s room all to ourselves all the time,” you say.

“Yes I know, which is why I’m trying to get a head start.” He grabs one of your hands, brushing his fingers across your open palm.

Suddenly you feel a bit shy. “I hope you don’t regret transferring. It’s a lot different here than Hogwarts, and my friends can sometimes be a lot sometimes.”

“So I’ve gathered from Alex and Grace.” Draco flips your hand over and your fingers intertwine together. “I’m sure it will be fine, darling. I’ll make my own friends too, some of yours are bound to be obnoxious.”

That makes you laugh again. “I’m sure, especially since Ginny will be hanging around.”

Draco seemed to have genuinely forgotten this because he leans his head back against the railing and makes a face. “God, I forgot about her.”

“Come on, Ginny isn’t that bad! She’s less annoying than Ron.”

“They’re all annoying,” he scowls.

“Now who’s being difficult?”

He reaches out and pinches your sides, making you squeal. “No tickling! Or no kisses!” You warn.

“How about I get both?” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, kissing you repeatedly on your cheek while he digs his fingers into your sides again.

“Nooooo!” You cry, wiggling around like your cat had earlier. You sucessfully pin one of his arms against the railings and grab his other wrist, your free hand groping at your side for your wand. He’s strong, though, and twists his arm around in your grasp to keep you from reaching it.

You wrestle for a minute, which unfortunately ends with you against the ground under Draco’s iron grip. The two of you never fully grew out of the fighting phase of your relationship.

“At least you can’t tickle me now,” you pant, blowing a wisp of hair out of your face.

Draco eyes are flirting all across your face and down your neck, just like when he saw you when he first arrived. Except it’s different now that you’re alone and pinned beneath him.

“Let me go,” you say, narrowing your eyes.

Draco stays silent and loosens his grip experimentally. You slip your arms out from his hold and instead rest them across his back, inviting him to come closer again.

You might not have Draco’s single bedroom this year, but you suppose the balcony isn’t too bad either.

#draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco imagine #draco malfoy x you #hp imagine #the ilvermonrny exchange

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captainillogical · 5 years ago

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Devil’s Ballroom ch.2

A year after the events from the earth’s final attack, Little Homeworld is finally complete, and there’s a new jazz bar where gems and humans mingle and drink. - As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

Spinel/Reader

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The place actually happened to be like, right on the edge of Little Homeworld. Outside had full glass windows, tall, that reached the ceiling. Inside the lighting was dim, and a bit smokey. You figured it looked alright enough to head in, and gave the bouncer your ID. He nodded and you walked in. It smelt of cigars, and of cinnamon, and it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. A pretty woman in a low-cut red dress was playing the piano on the stage, and it was some contemporary jazz piece. The low murmur of people talking filled the air in between the swells of music, and the place actually seemed busy with people and even gems enjoying themselves. You liked the vibe. It was.. comfortable. At ease. You looked over at the bar, rather than any of the tables, and saw a spot near the end. Perfect. Right by the bathroom. You headed over and plopped down on the stool. There were three empty at the end, so you took the one in the middle, which had the best view of the stage from back here.

While waiting for the bartender to come back down this side, you took the chance to look at the people around you. A couple familiar faces.. small town you know? And some new ones. New gems too. You can see Mr. Fryman sitting at a table with Kofi and Nanefua, and they look like they’re playing poker. You try not to snicker since Kofi looks absolutely blasted, and Mr. Fryman is cursing up a storm because Nanefua is clearly winning. You see her wink at Mr. Fryman. You suspect a rigged game.

Your phone chimes a couple times. You pull it out of your bag, and check to see who’s bothering you. Ah. The group chat.

Alex: ughhh you guys my gmas killing me

Alex: no seriously mexico fucking blows rn

Alex: i cant step outside without feeling like my balls are melting off my body

Alex: and my brother won’t stop listening to the book of mormon soundtrack

Alex: im going insane

Your friends are so melodramatic. You type out a couple of replies.

Y/N: You should be used to mexican summers by now, you go every year.

Y/N: And for the record, your brother is valid. Book of Mormon slaps.

Alex: what the fuck youre supposed to be on my side u ass

Alex: i thought our special thing was wicked. OUR SPECIAL THING, Y/N

Y/N: I’m allowed to like multiple things. Including musicals.

Alex: never. fuck you. also what are you even doing rn come play minecraft with me

Y/N: Yeah as much as I’d like to, I can’t.

“Y/N! So you finally came to see what this place is all about! What can I get ya?” you hear a familiar voice ask. Turning around to face the voice, you see Bismuth wearing her usual overalls and a rather nice looking bow tie.

“Hey Bis, how’s it going? I like what you’ve done with the place. It’s nice. And uh, I’ll just take a hard cider for now.” You smile at her and set your phone down for a minute.

“Thank you! After we finished Little Homeworld, I had to find something else to focus on in my down time.” She explains while grabbing your drink from the fridge under her side of the bar, and opens it. “So tell me,” She sits the drink in front of you and leans on the counter. “What brings you out here today?”

You take a rather long sip from your drink before meeting the large gems eyes. On the stage, a tall, beardy man replaces the woman that just finished her piece. He immediately starts this jaunty, irish tune. He’s singing loudly, and it’s not bad. A couple of people are clapping to the tune.

“I just really needed to get out.” You replied, taking another sip from your drink. “I was kinda hoping I’d meet someone new, maybe get another friend to hang out with, since my friends wanted to ditch me this summer.” As you’re saying this, more people join the clapping. It’s getting a bit rowdy. “Or maybe at least get drunk enough to forget how lonely I feel.” You add, shrugging.

“Well, I can supply the drinks, and at least a bit of company.” Bismuth winks, and turns to the patron 6 seats up waving her over.

You check your phone again, and there’s more from Alex. AND Harper? She must still have phone service wherever she’s at. Alex: what are u fuckin doin that so important that u cant play minecraft with ur best friend

Harper: yeah, Y/N. the heck. Also alex, get lost, she’s MY best friend bitch

Alex: u had ur chances but u left us so we’re a duo now. u can go

Harper: excuse me!? I WILL end you.

Y/N: Oh my god, chill. I’m just out right now, so I can’t okay?

Y/N: And nice of you to join us, Harper.

Harper: fuck you I miss you okay. And I miss constant wifi :(

Alex: OUT!? What do you mean OUT. its night. u play games with ME during this time

Alex: for real what the fuck are you doing

Harper: yeah, you don’t go out without us. Wtf are you doing?

Y/N: I’m at a bar!! Alex: WHAT

Alex: dont tell me its the one place that just opened

Alex: Y/N do NOT betray me you TOLD ME you were gonna go with me!!

Y/N: I was. But I was also bored and you’re both gone, soooo.

Alex: wow

Alex: i cant believe youve done this to me

Harper: hmmm. ;)

Harper: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ;)

Y/N: What.

Harper: you tryin to find girls again?

Harper: like that one time you went to empire city just to peruse the mall?

Alex: LMAOOOOO

Y/N: No.

Alex: LMAOOOO Y/N GOOD LUCK TRYING TO FIND A GF LOLL

Y/N: I’m not trying to find a girlfriend you fucks. Christ.

Y/N: Also Alex, you’re one to talk. You can’t KEEP a girlfriend.

Alex: ur just mad i have a passionate and intimate relationship w/ my hand

Y/N: And it will probably stay that way.

Y/N: Besides, so far, no one cute here. So it’s a bust.

Harper: a bust. Lmfao u just outed yourself :)

Y/N: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

You put your phone down before seeing whatever Alex attempts to reply back with. It sounds like the current boisterous song is coming to a close, and really, most of the people here are clapping along with this guy. It’s fun. And despite the playful ribbing from your shit-talking friends, you’re starting to have a nice time. You finish your drink, and nod over to Bismuth who catches your eye and nods back. You look over onto the stage, the man having cleared the piano, and see Lapis wiping down the piano and seat. Guess he spilled his drink while playing. Lapis, unlike Bismuth, actually dressed up a bit for the job. Her hair was pulled in a cute, small bun, and she was wearing what looks like a tailored tux with no jacket. The vest fit her quite well. She seemed.. happy. Good for her.

No one had taken up the stage again yet, but the place was still lively with chatter. You see someone out of the corner of your eye move towards the stage, but Bismuth comes over again so you tear your gaze away.

“Another cider? Or do you want something else this time, Y/N? She asks, cleaning a glass with a rag, and moves on to the next one.

“Ehh, yeah, give me another cider.” You say as you pull out your phone again. Bismuth sets down the drink in front of you.

Harper: what a goddamn disaster. she got that from me i think

Alex: no, youre both disasters separately

Y/N: Fuck you guys. Give me a break.

You hear the piano start to play again, and someone pulling the mic forward. You look up to see pink hair.. And someone kind of familiar. She’s wearing black slacks, a white collared shirt, and suspenders. The shirt is partially open, and you see part of a pink gem showing through on her chest. It looks like she’s got mascara running down her face.

And then.. she starts to sing.

It’s lovely. It’s slow and a bit sad, but she seems to be enjoying herself. She’s definitely done this before. Quite a few of the people around quiet down some, so you can hear her pretty clearly. You drink some, and text your friends.

Y/N: Guys, I lied. There’s a cute gem here who can sing.

Alex: holy fuk

Alex: what

Y/N: She looks kind of familiar though? I can’t quite place it though.

Harper: dude theres like near 100 gems now in little homeworld lol

Harper: you’ve probs seen most in passing? :P

Alex: are you serious Y/N? cant flirt with human women so u turn to aliens? lmfao

Y/N: Ohhhhh my god. Die.

The gem on stage sings the chorus with gusto - man she’s really getting into this. You’re kind of taken a bit with her performance. It just pulls you. But also.. She really seems familiar now and it’s bothering you.

Y/N: No I’m serious she seems really familiar and not in that In Passing kind of way.

Harper: what does she look like?

Alex: yeah a description would be nice

Harper: TAKE A PIC

Alex: holy shit YES

Y/N: I can’t take a pic. She’s too far away, it’ll be blurry.

Alex: literally just zoom in lord almighty

Y/N: Okay. Hold on a sec.

You turn on your camera app, and face the stage. Looks like the gem is actually finishing up her song. Perfect, you’ll snap a pic once she stands up. She finishes, and most of the people are clapping for her. You zoom in, and it’s grainy, but decent enough to make out most of her. You snap the pic.

The flash was on.

A couple people turn to look at you, and you try turning away quickly, horrified, and see the gem looking in your direction before walking off into the crowd of people. You cannot imagine a worse scenario.

Y/N: FUCK FUCCCCKKKKKK.

Y/N: (image sent)

Y/N: I GOT YOUR FUCKING PIC BUT THE FLASH IS ON.

Y/N: I’M PRETTY SURE SHE SAW THAT IT WAS ME THAT TOOK THE PIC.

With shaking hands, you take another sip of your drink and wait for a reply. Why is life like this.

Harper: uh.

Harper: ummm.

Alex: wait

Alex: one fucking second

Y/N: WHY ARE NONE OF YOU CARING ABOUT MY PLIGHT.

Y/N: I’M TRYING NOT TO COMBUST ON THE SPOT HERE.

Alex: shut up for one second

Alex: harper isnt that

Harper: uhh. yeah i think so.

Y/N: WHAT!? WHO IS IT. WHY DOES THAT MATTER AT THIS POINT.

Alex: lmao i cant believe i have to tell u this

Alex: bitch do u remember that shit that happened last summer

Alex: where half the town almost died from that gem shit

Alex: that’s her Alex: that’s the bitch who almost killed like, the entire planet

Harper: you know that night your dad almost died??

As you’re typing back a reply, someone pulls the stool out next to you and takes a seat. You see a sliver of pink out of the corner of your eye as you try not to actually Look. Oh god. It’s her. God can’t help us now.

#spinel #spinel x reader #spinel su #steven universe #spinel self insert #my fic #devils ballroom

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akane171 · 2 years ago

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Huh? Yes, I'm still breathing?😅 Oh, did my message not get through?😰 I did answer you the other day🙈😅 I thought you were busy so you didn't reply, I didn't realize you apparently didn't get any message, sorry🙈🙈😰😰😖

Since that message apparently didn't get through, here again:

😂😂😂

Ah, yes, it is pretty niche, isn't it?🤔😅🙈

HAHAHA, the didn't study, passed anyway feeling is the BEST 😍😂😂

...What kinds of fics I will write?😕 Why does me wanting to make friends with demons make you worry about THAT?😂😂😅

Hmm, you think they had already figured out that it's meant to be Kara?🤔 Dunno, but LW kinda made it sound like nobody had really figured it out yet when Daxam&Krypton died🤔 But oh well, apparently we're likely to meet a survivor next arc, then we'll see😍😍😍🙈🙈🤔🤔

"Just write and see"...See how I absolutely fail, yes😅😂🙈

Dito 😂 Cursing is just fun😂😂

...Well, can't disagree with that 🙈😅 Still sad tho🙈

Aww, you really make me want to binge the books😂🙈 Definitely gotta read them when I finally have time to read again🙈😂😍

Yeah, Mon's the best... Well, I was fine with Brainy til they pulled that sheer hypocrisy in the finale...🙈😖

Yeah, Mon really was just the most relatable and "human" of them all, even including the human characters....😅

Yuuup... Kara Zor-El and Mon-El of Daxam pretty much seem to have died in the S2 finale... What was left was Kara Danvers and Mon-El of the Legion...Both apparently married to their job and forever doomed to be apart while everybody else gets a happy ending...🙈

Ohhhhh, you know, your choice of subjects is VERY amusing, I'm STILL laughing at that😂😂 But sounds like an awesome AU😂 Tho can you just imagine the terrible pick-up lines they could use on each other once they fall in love?😂 Like, imagine Mon coming up to Kara and saying "Are you Shelley? Cause you can make me (anything)" 😂😂 Ohh, I had a really good one with chemistry too but can't remember that one🙈 Alternatively, imagine Kara walking up to Mon and saying "Are you a nucleon? Cause I can't help orbiting around you" 😂😂🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ Okay, I'll stop with these bad pick-up lines😂😂

Oh, absolutely, Max would still be the jackass we know, but he loves his lil bro, so gotta be protective😉 And Mon, well, ofc he's gotta be a lil shit, that's literally the job description of siblings😉😂😂 But I imagine he'd still be that precious outer space stray puppy we know and still get excited over new things (cause unlike what the show seemed to portray, you can NEVER have seen and learnt everything! Learning is a life-long process 😑)

Haha, well, I AM thinking about putting it on my to-write list 🙈🤷🏻‍♀️🙈

Hope it treats you well, too!😊 Sorry about the confusion again, I really didn't even think the message might not have gotten through🙈

Oh, PS: Fun fact since we always tell LW to sleep more: Panic!at the Disco released a new song in which's chorus he sings "Shut up and go to bed" 😂😂😂 The universe can ridiculously funny sometimes😂😂

XXX

Nah, it's ok, i just was sure you got tired of me, moved to LW forever and I was just sadly scrolling her dahsboard with tears in my eyes, sniff.

Joking.

Seriously speaking, I got nothing from you and after a few days i smartly decided to ask, lol.

Haven't eaten it, so yep. We have only one sushi restaurant here, so xD

Yeah, good ol' days xD But would never ever wanted to come back to these days, lol.

Possessed by demon would for sure affect your writings. Can't wait to see the bloody horror fics!

Probably the priest didn't know. Priests are usually dumb fucks xD

SHUT YOUR CAKE UP. It's going to be ok!!!!! >;[

FUCK, it is!

Oh, do it! They are rally good and make sense and karamel is adorable and there is no too much Lobotomizer. Especially in book 3, when they go to the restaurant, he is just aaaaaaaaah. Love him.

Well, i was ok with Brainiac in s3 but then, I felt he was the replacement for Winn and Mon. Also, they made him a calculator with feelings and the way they dumber him down for Lobotomizer's sake in their every scene was pathetic. And seriously, dude was sitting on his ass while his so called Legion friends were figting for his people and he didn't even spare one thought about it. And his last scenes, fuck you asshole. Sorry, he seriously annoyed me to the no end.

While i can undersatnd why they treated Mon-El as shit, but Kara? He stayed her established biggest love of her life and she ended as a spinster, without love, private life, married to her two jobs. Like, yeah, role model, indeed. In the end I was not liking this version of Kara, she felt artificial. Sigh

LOL, they would love the lines xD Also, imagine all kids conspirating and shipping them, and making bets xD

I would love their interactions, because for sure they could both learn things from each other. Imagine Kara and Mon-El, being pissed off at MAx for interrupting tehir dates, conspire about making Max and Cat together xDDDDD Maybe Cat would be against her Supergirl dating her enemy lil bro? xD

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAW!

It's ok :) I really missed talking with you, so happy the issue was solved :D

PS. LMAAAAAAAAAAAAO! That's so awesome! Going to send it to her every day when she won't respect her sleeping hours :D THANKS!!!

PS2. Have you seen the Chris pics?! HOLY DAMN!

#ReFail #my fam

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rockingbrooklyn · 7 years ago

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Carnal Desires (SCM- Leon) (SMUT) (Part 2)

Hey guys, here's the second part to my fic Carnal Desires!

Link to Part 1

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I feared this. I feared taking her inside my den. Would I be able to control myself once inside? She whined a bit. I stepped ahead, opening the door and taking her inside. The moment I kept her down, she sprawled on my bed. My heart beat increased that very moment. I shouldn’t be doing this, Karno should. I wasn’t the gentleman, he was. I kept my fists tightly clenched, fearing my next move. I watched her wiggling out of her heels, a dreamy expression on her face.

“Leon....” she whispered. I moved closer.

“Yes?”

“Come here”

I stepped closer, eyes never leaving her face.

“What is it Leah?”

“Please don’t go Leo” she said with a childish pout. I didn’t wish to go either. But I could not risk it.

“Leah you need sleep.” I said, as sternly as my voice allowed.

“No”

NO! I couldn’t stay here anymore. I turned to leave when I felt a tug on my wrist. I turned back again.

“Leave my hand.”

“N-no Leo. Sit.....sit h-here.” She pointed to the spot beside her on the bed as she sat up. I obliged to her current state.

“What is wrong Leo?” The pout never left her face.

“What is wrong?” I asked, not wanting to continue.

“Then why were you so quiet at the party? You didn’t dance, you didn’t eat, you didn’t talk...Something is w-wrong” I struggled to find an answer.

“Leah you need to sleep and-“

“TELL ME FIRST!” she shouted leaving me bewildered.

“Because I was in a bad mood.”

“Whyyy?” I kept silent. I couldn’t explain anymore.

“Leo? Leo do you love me?”

SILENCE. It was all that filled the room. I felt paralysed.

“Do you love me Leon?” she asked, taking my face into her palms and facing me towards her.

“Yes Leah. I love you.” I said, making a firm resolve to leave that damned room at once. Swatting her hands off, I got up and stormed towards the door. That’s when I felt it. Something warm against my back. Leah. Her dainty fingers rested on either sides of my chest, her cheek resting on my back.

“I love you Leo” she said. I turned back again, in utmost shock.

“You love m-me?” My hands involuntarily wrapped around her waist, not wanting to let go before getting an answer. That was it. My self-control had been ripped and shredded into tiny filaments.

“Yes Leo”

“But what about Karn-“

“Shhh...”I felt her slender finger against my lips, shutting my mouth and trapping my further words.

“I love you so much Leon.....” her arms wrapped around my neck. And I loved the way they did.

“God Leah, I love you too” I whispered against her parted lips. After a moment of silence, our lips touched, and I felt I’d found solace. Light kisses were shared as we fell back onto the silken sheets, bodies moulding together, lips seeking every edge of her tiny, delicate frame. Her eyes, her straight nose, her perfect cheekbones, the cupid’s bow of her lips- everywhere I could in our contorted positions. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew she was still drunk and that this shouldn’t be happening. But I was too aroused to care about it. Butterfly kisses turned passionate in moments, tongues touching, seeking, prodding, exploring. My hands down her body, memorizing every curve, every depression I could. The background became blurred as our clothes were shed. It was hurried, messy, yet electrifying. I bet she felt how vulnerable I was right now.

“Leah, are you sure you want me to be the one? There’s no stopping once we go ahead.”

“Yes Leon.” Was all she said. I pushed my hips forward, slowly, taking her virtue, marking her as mine. Two vibrant tears rolled down her cheek like sapphires. And I vowed to give her the greatest pleasure that could ever exist. Our bodies moved in rhythm, lips crashing repeatedly. The sounds filling my room fuelled us- low and high grunts, moans, mewls, growls, and whines. I felt my back being raked. It didn’t matter. I’d proudly display those marks- her marks on me. Her glassy eyes blinked in adoration, cheeks flaming. Sweat trickled down my body, onto hers, where it finally settled in her navel. In that moment of sheer ecstasy, I felt that I’d found my lost half, my strength, my weakness, my angel, my goddess. Our bodies were complete. And I was sure that no other deity could ever challenge her position that was etched into my soul and my heart.

My hands started trembling. Holding back soon became hard- for both of us. I lost control over my hips, and they assumed a bloodthirsty, tremulous pace.

“Le-on ohhhhh!” her moans were loud in my ears.

“Ahhh Leahh.....oh god....”

We entwined fingers as we neared our limits. My knuckles became white, unlike ever before.

“Leah oh oh oh....shit”

“Uhnnnnn.....”

“Leah, hah! I love you dammit!” The hiss left my body and I felt a sharp contraction, both from inside as well as around me.

“LEON!”

Our paces slowed down, but her scream reverberated in the room. A beautiful afterglow shadowed our sweaty, sticky bodies. I didn’t want us to separate even after our highs wore off.

I felt her shift uncomfortably beneath my weight. Although unwillingly, I retracted my drenched, panting form from her, suddenly feeling empty as I tumbled onto my side. She followed suite, resting her head on my arm, and wrapped her arms snuggly around my chest. It just reminded me of how Aignorous hugged his stuffed lamb.

“I love you Leon” she whispered, the giddy smile never leaving her face as she fell asleep, and even after. I trailed my hands up and down the curve of her spine, promising her every happiness. I looked around once again, consuming the reality, and only after I’d made sure it was real, I let my eyelids fall.

......

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....................

With each tiny sound in the room, I felt uneasy. Why did I do this? Part of me bubbled with glee, yet another wilted with remorse. Tiny love bites littered her neck and chest, the ones I had very subconsciously left there- my marks on her. A curious scent wafted through the room. Our scent. Her eyes flitted open, scrunching because of the light, before becoming accustomed to her surroundings. I felt a painful knot in my stomach. A feeling which told me that every bond that we’d shared in the past few hours would now get charred. For the first time since last night, her eyes met mine, taking into account my bare chest and her body. She straightened, her eyes showing realisation.

“Leon?”

“Leah, I’m sorry. I am so sorry for this.” I said, hugging her close. My body shook pathetically.

“Leon, did...we wh-what happened?”

“Yes Leah. We did.” My first tear ever fell onto her shoulder. I didn’t remember crying anytime before this. The hollows beneath my eyes hurt terribly. So did my throat and my heart. Leah didn’t say anything, the only movement in her body being the listless blinking of her eyes. Why had I ever given into my lust? I was sober and in my senses, yet we did something like this. How was I supposed to explain this to Karno? The King? The others? I had committed an indefensible sin. A sin which could not be punished even with infinite new brandings on my body. I was holding her for the last time. I was facing my solace for the last time- before I’d be thrown into exile. That moment, I wished I could disappear from the heavens.

“Leon no!” I heard her say; my breath stopped halfway. Her arms wrapped around my back, caressing me, calming me, soothing me.

“Please don’t wish for anything like that”

“But how do you.....?”

“Believe me Leon, I felt it. I felt your wish to disappear.”

“How?!” A fresh supply of tears flooded my eyes, I don’t know why.

“I did. Somehow.”

Her eyes brimmed with tears.

“No Leah you’re not crying please. You’re not wasting your tears on me. I promise I’ll do something. I’ll talk with Karno, I’ll-”

“Karno?” she questioned, eyes wide. “WHY KARNO? Why him of all people?”

“Because you guys are a thing?” I said, which sounded more like a question.

“We’re not!”

“But you’re not?”

“No we aren’t”

“You and Karno aren’t in love?” I asked like a foolish goldfish, tiny bubbles of happiness exploding inside me.

“No. Agreed we’re best friends, but we’re not in love.”

“That means you don’t love him?”

“No Leon” she said, giggling at my stupid questions.

“Then whom do you love?” I asked, directly holding her face in my hands, greedily anticipating a reply.

“You Leo. I love you.”

Shit. Nothing could be better than this. Those were the words I wanted to hear from her since the first time I’d met her. Without thinking for another second, I pressed my lips against hers. She didn’t resist me either, and followed. My hands pulled her bare form onto my lap as we shared the sweetest kisses.

“So what you said while you were drunk was all true?” I asked again, feeling like a total idiot. She laughed. And trust me, that was the best sound I’d ever heard, besides her moans.

“I don’t remember what I said. But it must have been the truth if we ended up like this”

I grinned. She was so adorably honest. But then, one question remained.

“Why didn’t you tell me before Leah? I thought you never thought of me like that.” I said. She genuinely looked sad.

“Because I thought.....” she trailed off, her eyes falling downwards, before I felt those tears on my chest. I traced a single finger along her chin, bringing her face upto mine.

“Thought what?”

“I thought that you wouldn’t want to be with someone like me. I mean, look at me, I’m a human, a goldfish. You’re a deity. Why would you find me attractive, when you have goddesses like Aphrodite flocking around you?”

I’d heard enough of that bullshit. I crashed my lips roughly onto hers. Passion laced with anger. It was wild- teeth hitting teeth, tongues entwining, saliva smearing on each others lips, all of which sent a shiver, straight downwards. I smeared those tears with my thumbs, biting her lip in the process.

“You’re the only one that will ever be worthy of my love Leah, do you get that?” I almost growled, my crotch aching with her heat just above it.

“Yes Leon.”

“And I’ll always love you Leah.”

I pushed her back onto the messy sheets, covered with proofs of our nightly deeds. She smiled. That one very genuine smile which drove me crazy. She’d chosen me above all others. She’d chosen the filthy and fucked-up me over someone as good as Karno. And I would make sure to be worthy of her choice- in every sense.

“Are you ready Leah? Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore”

“Yes Leon.....I don’t remember much from last night.” She said shyly and her cheeks became rosy.

“I’ll make you remember everything baby.” I said, pushing myself into her, earning a familiar scream, this time more joyful. Consumed by the waves of pleasure, our bodies connected to hearts, the carnal desires stealing our senses, wiping off every guilt, every regret and covering our bodies with a fresh sheen of sweat, a mesmerising afterglow. And the only thing on our minds was each other.

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dramallamadingdang · 7 years ago

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Lotsa replies

Figured I’d better do ‘em before I get absorbed in writing up this tutorial thing...

These go back a ways because I’ve been, as usual, lazy/preoccupied. :) They’re for @esotheria-sims, @maybesomethingdunno, @nerianasims, @penig, @holleyberry, @plumbobsquareface (who has an awesome username), @immerso-sims, @eulaliasims, @lisac-h, @mustluvcatz-reloaded, @sim-boo, @acquiresimoleons, @pensblr, @didilysims, annnnnnnnd @mrningbrd...

Geez, I need to not put off doing these like this... And I should probably split this up, but...meh.

esotheria-sims replied to your post “So, um....”

Well, with an introduction like this, even if I *weren't* interested in the stuff you have to offer (spoiler alert: I am), I'd still be curious to see what it is at the very least. :) Some of those old Pandorasims sets (if those are what you were referring to here) could definitely use better textures.

Yup, some of the stuff is from Pandorasims, indeed. And from xxxsims. Slig did some nice recolors of some of the latter’s stuff, at least, but I want to high-res ‘em a bit and do some different colors for my own uses. The Pandora stuff, though? Needs serious help. I mean, I get that the textures for these items were probably not the main attraction and all, but...well, such things are important to me. :) I want my game to look nice even if no one sees this particular aspect of it but me. And I imagine storytellers would want better-looking textures, too, for pics/videos.

maybesomethingdunno replied to your post “So, um....”

Generally speaking, I feel like if you want to create something (whether it's Sims content, a story, or a goofy sketch), then create it. When it comes to Sims content, there's always someone who'll download and appreciate the content. Simmers are a diverse breed with a wild assortment of stories, hoods, and gameplay needs/desires. So on the heels of "If you want to make it, make it" is "If you want to share what you've made, share it." Kinky Sims for all! :D

*high five* Yeah, I know what you mean and that’s generally my attitude, too. This stuff, however, was going to be just for me, but then I got to thinking about how there’s a dearth of nice-looking stuff of this type and...Well, I can do something about that. I think, anyway. We’ll see, with some of the stuff. But, due to the more sensitive nature of this kind of stuff...Well, I second-guess. :)

nerianasims replied to your post “So, um....”

I'm interested and have no need to be anon about it. (Also grr 50 Shades times a million, such a horrible example and SO badly written to boot.)

OMG, don’t even get me started. I mean, OK, yeah, the whole thing sort of normalized mine and my husband’s lifestyle a little bit which on the one hand might be a good thing....but on the other hand, it didn’t do it right. Even if it was well-written (which it totally isn’t; it was a bad Twilight fanfic that was obviously written by someone who’d never had even remotely kinky sex, much less any contact with real people who practice BDSM), it portrayed an abusive relationship, not the sort of thing real people who are into this sort of thing practice. Just...ugh. Awful, awful thing. >:(

penig replied to your photo “Owen has…interesting…jammies. And, like Aaron when he was a kid, Owen...”

What pervert even made those in a kid's size?

Skell, I think. I think it’s part of her repository project. I don’t think it’s necessarily perverted, though, especially not in game context. I mean, if you go by the speech bubbles, kids regularly talk about sex with their parents/siblings at the dinner table in the game. :) But even if that wasn’t the case...Well, kids will wear or have or do inappropriate things that they don’t know are inappropriate. They just think it’s pretty or something. Like, in this case, I imagine Owen likes those jammie pants just because they have purple hearts on them. He’s purple, so he likes purple things. :) He has no idea what they mean, and his parents probably think it’s funny. Because they’re that way.

holleyberry replied to your photo “Do you think she adores him? I think she adores him. He, of course, is...”

What's a Gilsbruty to do?

Not much, apparently. *grumble* CERTAINLY NOT PROCREATE! *glares at Simon and wills him to pass on his genes, dammit!*

plumbobsquareface replied to your post “Were-Klingons! Actually, wouldn't that be a nice idea for a default...”

i'm so glad to see other simers that are also into star trek :')

Ohhhhh, I’m a big huge honking dorky Trek nerd. Even published a fanzine, back in the day, was heavily involved in Usenet newsgroups in the early days of the internet and was staff on one of the big-at-the-time forums when such things came to be. I’m not in the fandom per se anymore at all for various reasons, but I’ll always watch the shows and read fanfic and that sort of thing. (DS9 is my fave. TOS will always have a special place in my heart, of course, but most of my Trekker heart belongs to DS9. :) )

immerso-sims replied to your photo “Aaron GilsCarbo, dancing like the nerd he is.”

Dem pink sandals tho ;)

Aren’t they precious? He actually aged into the outfit all by his little self and the pink sandals just sort of define him. That and the surfer hair. :)

maybesomethingdunno replied to your photo “This is Josephine. Young, pregnant with an unknown number of babies,...”

Next she will become addicted to Sim cat nip :P

...And then she’ll be in and out of rehab for the rest of her life. Such a sad, sad tale of woe. :)

lisac-h replied to your photo “Aaron rolled up a want for that “I was abducted by aliens”...”

Mark Twain saw Worf and said, "Werewolf!"

He did, didn’t he? HAH! :D God, it’s been forever since I’ve watched TNG. It’s not my favorite of the shows, but I should give it a rewatch one of these days...

eulaliasims replied to your post “Oh, God, it’s the 10 questions meme again!”

I would add an evil laughter gif here, but Tumblr won't let me, so you'll have to imagine it. :P Yeah, it can be surprisingly hard to find historical fiction that isn't focused on romance sometimes. I don't mind some, but when it seems to take over the rest of the story... meh. That's what I read fanfic for. And now I have the Ride of the Valkyries in my head too, but at least it's not Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer again.

It’s not that I can’t deal with ANY romance in historical fiction. I can if it makes sense within the story and the real history because, hey, these were real people and they fell in love and had relationships and all that. One of my favorite books (The Sunne in Splendour, by Sharon Kay Penman) is about Richard III, and a chunk of the 1000-page plot is about the relationship between him and his eventual wife and what impact that had on him as a person which in turn affected what kind of king he was, and that’s all good. But then there are those that are set in, say, Henry VIII’s court and it’s all thinly-veiled trashy romance novel tripe. (Yes, Philippa Gregory, I’m looking at you.) If I want that, I’ll sit and watch The Tudors, for God’s sake because ooh! Really hot men, gayness, AND boobies, yay! :) I’d rather read about about how that court really was. I mean, it was intriguing enough without having to pruriently sex it up. :p

Geez, this is my “ragging on popular books” post, apparently. :) And you’re welcome for Ride of the Valkyries. *evil* It is now, thankfully out of my head.

mustluvcatz-reloaded replied to your post “Oh, God, it’s the 10 questions meme again!”

I'm half tempted to answer your questions just because they're so NOT about the sims, but I may be too lazy to right now, lol.

You should do it! I want to know what brand of TP you use! :)

acquiresimoleons replied to your photo “Aaron got his wish to grow up, ‘cuz, y’know, it’s not like it’s...”

I never could work out how to make a restaurant run properly either.

The “secret” is to run them with as few employees as possible. Especially at first. Because they will suck out all the money you make and more. So, you either have to have the owner do all the functions (Host(ess), cook, waitstaff) -- which you can do at first because you won’t have a lot of customers until the place levels up to at least Level 3 -- OR you have to use slave labor family members to fill the roles.

Also, having a limited menu of items that don’t require a lot of cooking skill is necessary, unless/until your cook levels up. Otherwise customers will end up with a lot of burnt meals, which lowers loyalty and makes it harder to get stars and level-ups and all that.

acquiresimoleons replied to your photo “And Owen, Arcadia’s other alien sprog, grew up, too. He looks like a...”

His face kinda scares me ��

It’s the eyes. They’re creepy. But it’s what the PT who spawned him has, so...

sim-boo replied to your photo “Simon being macho… …and, afterwards, not so macho. :) And that’s it...”

R u saying bubble baths arent macho?

Well, anything that a macho man does becomes macho, right? :) But, traditionally? Not so much, no. :)

didilysims replied to your photoset “Simon taught Suzy to roll over….and then cleaned up an ocean of dog...”

Wow, that's more pee than I'd think would fit inside that little dog!

*laugh* Well, it is two dogs’ worth of pee. :) And one of them is a big dog. They just both chose the same pee spot. Right by the front door, of course. *eye roll*

pensblr replied to your photo “Nekkid treadmilling. Saves on laundry.”

*laughs* Just imagine how unfortunate it would be if sims experienced the real life pain of falling on a treadmill...while naked.

I know! I have visions of dangly bits caught in the mechanism, and OW! :) That’s totally a bad kind of ow, too.

mrningbrd replied to your photo “Oh, Benny. Benny, Benny, Benny… Of course, it happened right after...”

tell simon i can relate. this happened the other night at 4 am. my condolences

Oh, God, you poor thing. My dogs at home in Colorado are constantly having skunk encounters lately, apparently. (I’m not there, at the moment, but the ranch hands report in regularly. :) ) It didn’t used to be so bad, but apparently there’s a skunk population explosion in the nearby area...

#esotheria-sims #maybesomethingdunno #nerianasims #penig #holleyberry #plumbobsquareface #immerso-sims #lisac-h #eulaliasims #mustluvcatz-reloaded #acquiresimoleons #sim-boo #didilysims #pensblr #mrningbrd #replies

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lovelydeceitff · 7 years ago

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Chapter 5

Shay

“Damn babe you too wet, I’m bout to cum” Keith whispered in my ear as he visibly tried his hardest not to let the feeling get the best of him. Again.

Sex with Keith has been different lately and I HATE IT. I don’t know what’s been going on with him but he cums fast. It’s been happening since summer break, but that wasn’t often and it was because we weren’t having sex a lot. Now it’s almost every time. It’s so frustrating.

After Keith cleaned himself up, he came and cuddled me. “Did you cum?” He asked immediately.

“No, but it’s fine. ” I answered, trying not to show any irritation.

“No it’s not fine. I’m sorry babe, let me give you some head”

“No it’s okay. I feel good regardless of me not cumming.” I said giggling.

“Damn man… you just be too wet and I can’t take it. I’m sorry. You have to cum tho. I got–”

“I’m okay I promise. It’s time for you to go to sleep anyways. Okay? Don’t worry about it.” I said as I kissed him to shut him up.

Keith has so many excuses as to why he came fast after we have sex. It’s ‘you were too wet’ ‘it’s been a while’ 'I needed a break, it felt too good’. And I’m just like we’ve been having sex for almost 2 years now. Same pussy. Stop with the excuses.

Keith soon fell asleep and I just stared at him. He’s literally flawless. He’s so handsome. It still blows my mind sometimes, after I get over the bad sex. He moved out of my room like 2 weeks ago so he’s just spending the night with me. I was so happy when he moved out, sad to say. I needed a break from him. We were doing good but still - I needed my own space.

—————–

My dress for homecoming came JUST in time and far from my surprise I didn’t like it. I needed to be able to wear a bra but the dress is strapless. It’s a white bandeau choker dress, meAning that it’s a choker connected to the bandeau bra part of the dress with is connected to the skirt part. I immediately called one of my best friends Kammy to show her the dress.

“Hi there” she answered the FaceTime.

“Okay so check this out, my dress sucks. I need your help. Can you bring safety pins and invisible straps so I can try to fix this” I said to her as I showed her the dress and everything I didn’t like about it.

We continued to talk about hoco and what she was wearing as well. She told me that her and our other best friend Ashley would for sure be coming on Wednesday. They’ll be staying in my room so I have to make sure I clean up. I can be a bit messy. I also have to tell Keith before he tries to come stay the night.

Other than my dress, everything for hoco is working out perfectly. My best friends are coming. I have all my outfits planned, I just hope we have a good time. We’re doing everything. My bffs are coming Wednesday so Kammy can do my hair and then we can go out to the thirsty Thursday parties.

———-

Luckily for me, the safety pins and invisible straps worked for the dress. I mean it could’ve been better but it’s okay. It’s the night of the Rec party, where we all put on our best outfits so we can show off. Black student union and the Greeks put this party on so it’s gonna be lit.

My hair is curled and I decided on a mostly natural face. I just put on eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick. I decided on olive green heels to go with my dress. Im basically dressed, I’m just waiting on Ashley. She’s the slowest out of all of us because she always waits until the last minute to eat.

“What’s going on after the Rec party, y'all heard of anything?” Kammy asked.

“Nope but it better be something, cause a bitch ready to shake her ass all night you feel me?!” Ashley said holding her bottle of Hennessy in the air.

“Man honestly I haven’t heard of nothing. Not even kickbacks.” I said. It’s true, this homecoming doesn’t seem to be as hype as previous years. I started looking on Instagram for any fliers and I still didn’t see anything pertaining to tonight. So I decided to FaceTime Chris. I haven’t talked to him in a while, but he always has the moves so he is my best bet.

“What’s up Shaaayyy” he answered in a sing song manner.

“Haha, hi Chris. What are you doing”

“Shay you look beautiful..”

“Thank you, Chris. You looking pretty good yourself.” I replied as we began to stare at each other like high school kids. Just smirking and shit.

“Anyways what’s on your agenda tonight you going to the rec party or what? You know of anything going on after?” I broke the silence.

“Nope, you know that’s not my scene. But I’m not too sure what’s going on tonight. I just been chilling with my niggas. I’ll let you know if I find something though”

We conversed a bit more than we got off the phone.

“So who was that?” Ash asked. I told her and she said she remembered him from freshman year. Ashley stopped going to school after our freshman year.

“You still ain’t talked to Keith huh?” Kammy asked.

“Girl no. Idk what’s up with him. I talked to him earlier but he been acting weird since I told him y'all was gone be staying in my room. We only been texting and it’s been short.” I said

I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know if he’s giving me space since my friends are here or what. He’s not going out so I know that could be a reason but that doesn’t mean be cold to me. I hate that. Other guys calling me beautiful while you out here acting like I don’t exist. Smh.

I sent Keith a picture of me so he can know what I look like before heading out. I like to send him pictures so that he doesn’t see it first on Instagram. He told me “cute, be safe and have fun 😘” Better than nothing. I continued to text him of course. He’s playing the game with his friends over some drinks. I’m glad he not sitting around, I would’ve started to feel bad.

After Ashley, Kammy, and I finished up we headed to the Rec for the party. It wasn’t as packed as previous years but it was still fun. Me and my girls was fine as wine and that’s what mattered most.

——————–

“Chris can me and my best friend come to your crib so we can smoke?” I asked as Kammy and I walked out of the football stadium. It was about to rain and we definitely didn’t want to get caught up in that. Ashley stayed with her other friends.

Chris said we could come through so we did just that. When we got there he greeted me with the best hug as usual. Kammy rolled up immediately, she’s the smoker of our group. We then went upstairs to his room. Chris stays with 4 other guys in this massive house. It has three floors and Chris lives at the very top.

I got comfortable on his bed and Kookie sat next to me. It was just us, Chris, and his homie Jay who was asleep on his floor. Supposed jay had a rough morning.

Chris started to direct his conversation more towards me. He came and squeezed his way in between Kam and I just to be next to me. It was cool and innocent but it was short lived. Like 5 people were heard coming up the stairs and Chris jumped up when he seen it was one of his good friends. They were all in the hall laughing and talking. Then they proceeded downstairs while Kammy and I remained upstairs. As 10 minutes passed Kammy asked “Did that nigga forget we was up here or something?”

“Nah. He couldn’t. Chris ain’t like that” I replied. He couldn’t possibly forget that I was up here.

Five minutes later, I asked kam if she was ready to go and she said yes. Right on cue, Chris walks in and says ��Ohhhhh shit Shay. I forgot y'all was up here my bad, y'all gone?”

I know for a fact that Kammy is thinking I’m a dumb ass. I just spoke highly of this man just for him to actually forget my existence for 15 minutes.

I told him it was cool and we were indeed leaving. He apologized once more and walked us out, making sure to tell me to text him later.

I know I’m feeling Chris a little…. cause ain’t no way I would’ve let another guy get close to me like he did today and I definitely wouldn’t have waited for him to remember I was in his room. I gave him a huge benefit of the doubt. Chris is cool though, it’s hard to deem his as anything other than a good guy. So maybe I’m not feeling him, maybe I’m just trying not to jump to conclusions and say he wants me. He probably doesn’t. He knows I’m in a relationship. He knows. He’s respectful.

Kammy and I went back to my building and took a much needed nap. I got up early to work desk and kam just gets up early period. It was almost 6 o'clock so we decided we'd get up at 8:30pm.

We got ready and ended up going to this block party that was extremely dead. No one was really there. I mean there was no block party at all, it was basically just people standing around looking stupid. We left and went to this football kickback that my friends on the team were throwing.

Kammy ended up getting one of the finest players on the teams number. I was excited for her cause that man is really drop dead gorgeous and she needs some dick. I told her it was time to have a one night stand, I mean she needed it. It's been nearly a year for her. So I let her have my room and I went to Keith's place for the night.

I'm a good friend, right? 😋

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tzudism · 8 years ago

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Crossroads

Chapter 4:

Today was our last day of freedom before we had to leave Korea. We’ve packed all our things so we could leave bright and early tomorrow morning. It was sad we had to leave Korea after all this fun we’ve been having especially with Twice, so we decided to just focus and be in the moment.

“So how are the girls gonna come get us?” Mark asks

“Well I gave them the name of our hotel, and then all they said was that we should wait in the lobby and they’ll find us.” I say

“Wouldn’t that be bad if they’re there waiting for us? Paparazzi would be swarming them right now wouldn’t they?” Mark continues

“Yeah we should head down now, and I doubt all of them came out to get us, so hopefully it shouldn’t be that bad.” Joshua replies

We head down to the lobby and thankfully there were no problems in sight. Although there was also nobody from Twice in sight as well. We decide to sit in the lobby and wait for them. As we sit down Joshua calls us out,

“Hey do you guys see that strange person in the hoodie on the left side of the lobby?”

We turn to our left and nobody is there.

“Dude there’s nothing, I don’t see anything.” Mark says confused

“Look that’s them right there! They’re coming this way! Right there by the couch!” Joshua exclaims

And sure enough there’s someone there in a hoodie creeping towards us. I was worried at first, but something seemed familiar about this scene. I told the guys to relax and act natural as if they didn't notice. The person comes closer and closer and I realize who it is.

“Joshua they’re probably gonna go to you, don’t freak out, just pretend you don’t notice her.” I chuckle

“Uh ok, wait…her?” Joshua asks curiously

Soon the person comes over and positions themselves next to Joshua, as I thought. They tugg on Joshua’s sleeve and whisper,

“Pssst…Joshua…PSSST”

Joshua turns and a big smile appears on his face.

“Oh Mina! Where’d you come from?” He asks

“You didn’t notice me huh? We were deciding who should come get you guys and I said I would because I’m the stealthiest one.” She says happily

“Oh yeah it totally worked, you’re sooo stealthy Mina.” Mark says sarcastically

Joshua then gives Mark a look as if to say don’t ruin Mina’s fun or he’ll kill you.

“Cmon guys I’ll bring you to the van, Jeongyeon parked outside near the hotel.” Mina says, “Remember! Be stealthy just like me.” She then crouches near the floor and crawls across the lobby.

“Oh my god she’s so extra I love her.” Joshua says, as he crouches down and joins her in stealth mode.

“Doesn’t that bring more attention to themselves instead of the other way around?” Mark says laughing

“Let them have their fun, um but let’s walk a few steps behind them though.” I say

As we go outside, Mina leads us to an alley by the hotel where Jeongyeon parked the van. Mina opens the door and the girls start laughing.

“Did you really crawl all the way from the hotel to here like that with your hood on?” Nayeon says as she laughs

“Of course I did, that’s how I activate my stealth mode.” She says proudly.

“Did you guys really not notice anything? That actually worked on you?” Dahyun asks

“Oh no, it totally-” Mark tries to speak but Joshua covers his mouth and gives him another death look, “-totally worked, yeah that stealth mode is no joke man.” Joshua finishes

Mina sees Joshua sticking up for her, and grabs his hand and brings him in the van and they sit next to each other.

“Mark come sit over here!” Sana yells out

Seeming as if it was planned the only seat left is next to Tzuyu and I take it trying not to smile too obviously.

“Everybody ready?” Jihyo asks

“We’re gonna head out now so get comfy!” Jeongyeon says

“How did you manage to get the van Jeongyeon? Aren’t your managers going to find out?” I ask

“Don’t worry about it we took care of it.” She says laughing and hi fives Chaeyoung and they start laughing together.

“Should we be worried about this?” I ask Tzuyu

“Nah, they told Jaljari manager if he didn’t let them borrow the van they’re going to tell Sadness manager that he has a crush on her.” She says laughing a little

“Oh ok…wait does he really!?” I ask surprised

“Well he handed them the keys so who knows?” She says with a smile

You would think after spending about two weeks with each other I would get used to Tzuyu’s smile, but nope.

“You’re still as stunning as the first time I saw you.”

“OHHHHH!” The whole van lights up with noise

“Oh my god I said that out loud. How could I be so stupid!” I yell at myself

I turn to Tzuyu and I see her trying to hide her smile as she turns away. After seeing that reaction, maybe totally embarrassing myself wasn’t so bad. As we drive to Bukhansan National Park I can see the change of scenery. It went from miles of city lights to beautiful mountains and forest. After a while, we arrive at the park.

“Ok guys, should I park here and we can go hike up the mountain?” Jeongyeon asks

“Yeah! Let’s get out of here we’ve been in this van for an hour!” Dahyun exclaims

Momo joins in, “Yeah let’s get out! I need fresh air! I need food!”

Jeongyeon parks the van and everyone is excited to start hiking. When we all get out I notice the girls start putting on glasses and put up their hoodies, and some of them even put on face masks. I start thinking about how hard it must be for them when they want to go out together or with their families. I start feeling bad, but then Dahyun and Chaeyoung start running up the mountain yelling out

“Cmon guys hurry up the mountain let’s race!”

I’m happy to see that they can have fun even if they have to hide their faces to go out. I run up the mountain to catch up. The fresh mountain air was so refreshing, especially when a small breeze would pass through. Then Joshua calls us out

“Guys… look ahead.”

We turn in front of us as the breeze blows, and we see the wind blow through the hair of all the girls, it was like something out of a drama. Suddenly…

*click..FLASH*

“Hey did you notice that!?” I yell out

“Notice what? I was too focused on Sana dude, you know she’s the only thing that matters to me.” Mark says

“Yeah dude, I didn’t see anything either, Mina was just too beautiful. How could I see anything else?” Joshua says

“Hmm…maybe it was just me, cuz the girls didn’t say anything either.” I say, but in the back of my mind I was still worried.

We reach a certain point and see a cliff where we see Momo sitting down on a bench with Jeongyeon out of breath.

“Hey guys, where’s everyone else?” I ask

“I…don’t…know..ahhhh I’m tired and we still never got food!.” Momo says with a big sigh

“I think…they went their…separate ways…you can go look for them on your own…we’re gonna take a break here.” Jeongyeon says

“I’m gonna look for Mina, see you guys.” Joshua runs off.

“Yeaaah I’m gonna go find Sana too, catch you later.” Marks runs off in the other direction.

I was on my own, I figured I’d go find Tzuyu. I walk for a while and notice Joshua found Mina and they’re holding hands. I walk past quickly to give them some space, but as I walk past them I see Sana holding Mark’s arm ahead of me and I hide.

“Wait…if Mark went in the other direction earlier how did he and Sana end up ahead of me?” I say aloud to myself

“There’s another path that goes all the way around to get here.”

Surprised I turn next to me and there’s Tzuyu.

“Oh Tzuyu! I was actually looking for you. How’d you end up here? Did you take the same path?”

“Well I was with Chaeyoung and Dahyun and they ran off to follow a squirrel Dahyun named Sana #2 but, they were too fast and I got lost and ended up here. I saw you and came over. So why were you looking for me?”

“Oh umm no reason, I…just like being with you.”

“Ahhh I see. You’re fun too.” She says with a smile

She grabs my hand with two fingers and I can feel my heart beating a million miles an hour.

“Oh there’s a leaf in your hair.” I say, “Let me get it for you.”

I reach for the leaf in Tzuyu’s hair and as I reach for it, suddenly..

*click..FLASH*

“Ok this time I definitely saw something! Show yourself!” I scream

I look to my right and see someone running away.

“I’m sorry Tzuyu I’ll be right back, but in case I don’t, walk down this path and you’ll find Momo and Jeongyeon resting on the bench.” I run as fast as I can to catch whoever it was that ran away. After a few minutes of running, I finally catch up and tackle the person down. They had a camera and I take it from him.

“David! What’s going on!?”

I turn around and see Mark and Joshua running to catch up.

“We heard you scream and run in this direction, what happened?” Joshua asks concerned

“Well you know those clicks and flashes we kept seeing and hearing every now and then? It’s been this guy the whole time!” I say catching my breath, “Who are you anyway!?” I pass the camera to Mark and turn the guy over so he can explain himself.

“I’m Jacob, I’m trying to start up a Jeongyeon fansite. I’ve noticed you guys hanging around Twice these past few weeks and been taking pictures. I wouldn't have been found out if my camera didn't reset itself and turn flash on whenever I activate it.”

“What!? Why can’t you just mind your own buisness!?” I yell out in anger.

“Well what about you!? Why can’t you just be regular fans like the rest of us!? What exactly made you so special that you get to hang out with Twice for weeks!?”

Before I can reply Mark calls me,

“Hey David, you should check this out.”

I grab the camera and I couldn’t believe my eyes, “You’ve really been here the whole time huh?” I ask in disbelief

The camera had pictures from the very beginning, from the convenience store till here in Bukhansan. I saw the most recent pictures and saw a picture of Mina resting her head on Joshua’s shoulder, a picture of Sana holding on to Mark’s arm and them looking in each other’s eyes, and I even found the picture of Tzuyu looking at me as I reached for the leaf in her hair. I was furious.

“You’re no Jeongyeon fansite, you’re a freaking saseng!” I scream

In anger I toss the camera across the forest, and Jacob pushes me off him

“MY CAMERA!”

He runs off to go retrieve it, and we chase after him. He sees his broken camera and yells

“How could you do that to my camera! You’ll pay for this!”

“Whatever, at least all your stalker pictures are gone!” I yell back

“Hah! I saved all the pictures on this sd card beforehand just in case while you were chasing me. I’m gonna post them all on the Internet!” He yells

“Do you have any idea what you’re saying!?” Joshua yells out

“Yeah! If you post those it’ll affect Twice too and not in a good way!” Mark says

“I don’t care! After what you guys have done to me? Hanging out with Twice like its no big deal, you chased me down, broke my camera! What makes you guys so special anyway!? I've been here longer than you, and suddenly you guys show up and get to hang out with Twice right away!? If this ruins you it’ll be worth it.” He scoffs

“You said you’re trying to start a Jeongyeon fansite right? Don’t you care what happens to Twice at all? Not even a little?” I plead with him, “I don’t care what happens to us, just leave Twice alone.”

Jacob calms down and thinks for a minute.

“Ok you’re right, I’ll delete the pictures.”

“Thank you so mu-”

“ON ONE CONDITION!” He screams

“Alright fine what is it?” I say irritated

“You’re leaving tomorrow morning right?” He asks

“Yeah so what?” Mark says frustrated

“Leave tonight, don’t say anything to Twice, don’t say goodbye, nothing, you leave now.” He says

“What? How are we even supposed to do that!?” Joshua yells

“I don’t care. Leave now.”

To be continued…

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